#being so deadass i HAVE THE SKIN READY

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being so fr whose dick do i need to suck to get 128x128 skins in java like bedrock

[backwzzds]

absolutely need a plug!zoro cheating on his gf with u nsfw …

no bc y’all are on a roll w these plug!zoro requests! position is based off this video btw 😩

ೃ⁀➷ what you want, roronoa zoro

thinking about the way that man would literally hate his girlfriend fr. like, he’s sure he’s only with her because his family loves her, but he just doesn’t. and i mean he proves that when he ends up outside your door in the middle of the rainy night, somewhere around 3 AM.

everyone would always ask him—why not just break up with her? and zoro never had an answer. his girlfriend was too fragile of a person and he hated that crying shit honestly. the only person he ever cared about making cry was ironically you.

his relationship was anything but secure. zoro was chill with whatever his girlfriend did. he trusted her, at first. she wanted to go to a party, he’d let her. she got a ride from some guy friend who was maybe his level of attractive? he didn’t care. but the same rules didn’t apply to him. zoro could be getting ready to go to work and his girlfriend would be up on him with accusations.

“i feel like you’re gonna go and fuck that bitch,” his girlfriend spat with venom, referring to you as he slid on his jeans. the green head couldn’t help but roll his eyes as she rambled on about disliking you. he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself lightly when he realized how crazy she was behind closed doors.

“well now i’mma go do that just cuz’ you said it,” he muttered, just trying to get underneath her skin. his girlfriend thought he was bluffing, but not with the way blood rushed to zoro’s dick at the thought of just being in your arms to cuddle tonight.

zoro doesn’t think twice either when it comes to pulling up to your crib. he parked in front of your cute little car, something he did to express his dominance over you in the way your cars together looked like a ‘his and hers’ pair. he was weird like that, but that’s just how much he felt for you fr.

by the time he gets to your door, his heart is already thumping in his chest. not in fear of getting caught, but instead at the sight of you in your tiny nightdress, two sizes to small to barely contain your wide hips and busty breasts.

you give him a blank look as you leaned against the threshold of the door. “ian call you for no weed.”

zoro gives you his million dollar smirk. “you should know that’s not the only reason i come over anymore.”

“yeah yeah to cheat on your girl, sure zoro,” you roll your eyes.

the green head kisses his teeth, “not cheating if i don’t want her.” with a step to the side, you helplessly let him in, and he wastes no time in kissing your lips. “missed you so damn much.”

“missed you too,” you can’t help but mutter against his lips. zoro wraps his hands around your waist and pulls your smaller frame against this larger own. his hands shamelessly wanter down to the fat of your ass as he grips it, giving it a reddening smack and repeating his actions.

zoro pulls away with one last peck to your lips. “how was your day mama?” he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch.

“fine,” you muttered with a bored expression, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

zoro furrows his eyebrow and snatches the remote from your hand. “what’s up wit’ you? you okay? talk to me.”

you shrug your shoulders. “i’m straight,” but your tone wasn’t convincing him otherwise.

zoro gives you a suspicious hum before pulling you into his lap. “what you doing tomorrow night?”

“probably homework,” you admit. “why?”

zoro can’t help but grin at you, flashing his gold canine pieces. “got us tickets to see that standup you been wanting to go to.”

your eyes can’t help but brighten at his words. “you lying.”

“i’m so deadass,” zoro laughed.

you kiss your teeth and slap his chest. “you don’t even like comedy!”

the greenhead gives you a shy shrug with a small blush flaming his tan cheeks. “they have an open bar, free sake so,” with a playful roll of your eyes, you kiss your teeth but smile. “so you gon’ stop giving me this bratty ass silent treatment?”

“whatever. you’re a whore for sake.”

“nah,” zoro shakes his head. “you ain’t hit me all week. you know what i had to go through not talking to you.”

you give him a sarcastic frown before pecking his lips. “aw, poor baby.” you move to pull away but are shocked when zoro grips your face and forces you back into his orbit.

how you found yourself half naked on his lip with your legs spread for him—you don’t know. damn mosshead was just that good.

“i got you,” zoro’s voice is all you hear as he steadies you on top of him with your back facing the tv. his one arm is all he needs to steady your body against his lip while he uses the other to start rubbing at you clit. “just touch me baby.”

a breath escapes from your throat as you find the courage to wrap your hand about his hard cock. his tip is an angry peach color as it oozes out pre cum, already excited from your touch. “like this daddy?”

“fuck, just like that mama,” zoro’s own breath hitches in his throat as he fights not to buck up into your grasp. “love the way you touch me. just like that baby. make me feel so safe.”

you’re almost shocked by the words leaving your mouth as you continue jerking him. the two of you hold an intimate scope of eye contact as you touch each other’s body, nothing being heard but the soft moans and breaths from your arousal.

“make you feel safe?” your voice is soft and sultry as you run your thumb over his tip. zoro can’t help but groan at his sensitivity, too late to even catch himseld. “feel safe when im loving you like this papa? you like that?”

“oh fuck, yes,” zoro whined, fully submitting to you. his girlfriend had never seen this side of him. every time he had sex with her, if he ever did, it was quick and to the point. no one was able to milk out this soft and vulnerable side to him but you. oh how you had his fucking heart and dick in the comfort of your pocket.

your legs are spread in front of zoro, giving him a complete view of what you were working it. somehow wanting to see you spread more, he grabs you by your thighs and opens you up more, practically salivating at the sight of your pretty clit glistening from his touch.

“you make me feel safe too,” you breath out with a blushed smile, trying to keep your pace with jerking zoro off. it was hard to do so when he was rubbing you nice and slow, just the way he knew you liked it.

at this point? it was all more than sex. zoro meant every word he uttered out, especially how you made him feel safe during his most vulnerable moments. only you bought this side out in him.

“fuck i’m almost there, zee.” you throw your head back and grind further into his touch.

“me too baby,” zoro breathed out, watching as cum oozed from his tip by the second. “you fuck me so good, no one does it like you—shit.”

you lick your lips as you lean over and spit on zoro’s cock, adding more lubricant to your already slippery movements. “like it when i stroke your fat cock papa? like this?”

“zoro bites his lip and nods his head. a whine fights to break through from his mouth as he lets out a broken “mhm. fuck, mama. keep going and you’ll make me cum.”

you take this as a challenge and speed up your movements with hopes to overstimulate him. zoro’s mouth falls open, and the tables inevitably turn when he’s shaking beneath you, watching you milk every drop of cum out of him. you hold your tongue out as he shoots his load upwards, droplets of his semen landing on your taste buds.

a greedy smile graces your lips as you continue jerking him off, more and more cum flying out from his sore tip by the second. “fucking hell—just like that just like that, fuck!” zoro moans loudly as he feels himself get drained.

you didn’t mind the fact that he came before you this time. watching this hard man come undone before you was enough to have you creaming all over his fingers right after. you too begin to breathe heavily as zoro maintians his circular movements against your clit.

when you’re both fucked out from your intimate session, zoro slides you onto his lap, your clit begrudgingly grinding against the base of his still hard dick. with his face in your neck, he breathes out, “i’ll break up with her. your eyebrows raise at his words. “if that’s what you want.” you waste no time in giving him a stern response.

“it is what i want.”

[chasedeys]

Who would you say is more feral about the other and who would you say is more protective between Joe and Ja’Marr ??feel free to give examples 😊

hiii i feel like a lot of people think ja’marr’s more feral about joe and a lot of blogs have panned out examples on how joe being just as if not more feral and i agree with both! it’s equal feralness, equal devotion, equal ‘can you both chill abt each other’ kind of way. this might be a cop out lmao but genuinely comparing actions vs words between these two is just mind melting for me so yeah they definitely don’t fuck around abt each other

i feel like all the feral moments have been mentioned 😭 joes natty game ball thrown straight at jamarr, the saints game lsu jersey that joe elected to wear for whatever reason, joe weighing in how he wants jamarr with him and bengals actually getting the guy for him, jamarr choosing to follow his college qb to ohio, the clothes saga of does joe actually let jamarr dress him up or does he not, the lakers date jamarr flew to save joes shit week, the he’s like a god to me comment, the ufc moves schtick which is a very barbara krugers you construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men kinda deal, jamarr going out of his way to fly to joe to be the one joe throws to for his fourth throwing session post wrist injury (insane btw :)), etc etc no but genuinely there’s so many more its crazy

and just like this one article that isn’t even really anything compared to the rest of their lore yk? but it just sticks to me so hard like wdym ‘i knew i was going to feed my guy he was due for one’ ‘he was excited all week’ oh ok were you enamored at how excited he was 😭 did u want to keep him happy and smiling and bouncing all around the place answer me joseph. joseph. what do you think of a happy ja’marr joseph. would you do anything in your power to keep him that way joseph or. but anyways!

‘all i can do is make him look good, he helps me look good. we make each other look good. just being there for him. that’s all i can do is be there for him’ WOULD YOU STOP???? where does he get these words jamarr chase shuttt your mouthhhh i swearrrr 😭 half the shit he says sounds like its from a 13 yo writing mafia aus for the first time and yet it hits!! every time!!!! girl learn some restraint (keep talking never stop etc)

they’re both equally protective of the other?? in a way that’s like ‘how dare you not perceive this man the way i perceive him and fault him for being who he is’

when joe—wrist in cast mind u—looked deadass ready to get down to business with someone chirping at ja’marr post kc game where ja’marr got into a fight with however many people are in that team. somebody who psychoanalyzes for a living should study jamarrs shit with the chiefs and how joe relates to that fr

ja’marr’s preseason drops where people shit on him so bad and joe couldn’t exactly cuss people out but he was sooo steadfast in his belief on jamarr barely flinching anytime someone mentions about it ‘i know the type of guy jamarr is, he’ll be ready game one’, unsmiling ‘i thought he was dropping everything’ doing the pinky shake as ja’marr was leaving his presscon seat right in front of all those reporters as an extra special fuck you that’s my guy sort of thing yk. the contract hold out people asking abt jamarr being game ready and him saying jamarr would be ready regardless (?) or something along those lines. the post kc game shove presser ahaha. to my knowledge joe never caters to anybody saying shit subtly or outrightly about jamarr and i live and breathe that shit i won’t lie

any of jamarrs twitter fights with literally anybody who shits on joe no matter if it was actual like hate or just casual opinions on who’s the better qb?? girl. honestly.

ja’marr being soooo health proactive about other people!! no but seriously he cares soooo much about injuries and everything—that one calf strain joe had preseason that he keeps saying to chill and sit back until game 5, ‘i told him don’t scare me like that again he knows how to slide he’s just hard headed’ looking deadass pissed off at the thought, ‘im here for the future, for him. i want you to be here for the future’, the stand back and look pretty in the pocket (insane. just fucking insane thing to say), saying hed rather have joe throwing from the back than running the ball in fact hed rather not joe get hit at all—just anything about joe playing through injuries and he lets out an insane quote that has people (rpf enjoyers: me) question if he ever pauses to think of the implications

and sorry brief jamarr focused word vomit: he also says the most important thing for malik nabers is to be healthy :(( he cares so much abt injuries over playing, he opted out playing his junior year during covid, etc but that week 4 (???) shoulder injury report that he keeps saying he’s fine even when the bandages peek through his shirt is so 😭 pls self reflect bub (though i guess it really was fine considering he went and did amazing that game so i feel he’s amazingly aware of his limits too?? his health vice is just shit diet ig)

and like idk if this is included in like the protective kind of way but that interview when they asked if joe was more intense and ja’marr went off saying he doesn’t look at joe the way you people do (and how he only looks at him on the field lol ok jamarr)—like he’s enraged that people nitpick on everything that joe presents himself as ‘the way yall be looking at him’ can somewhat equate to ‘yall are don’t know shit about him look away’ which is. ???? ok jamarr ok. like i feel he thinks he knows joe very well even if he doesn’t know everything that joes feeling no matter how many times reporters ask him for his insight, but he definitely feels like he knows joe a whole lot better than these outsiders who keep trying to over-analyze his quarterback but wrongly so he has to bite back sharp remarks over these misconceptions about joe via being overly defensive

theres probably more that i cant recall or not know sigh knowing that there are gems of joemarr moments i will never know because i wasnt here for their entire nfl run hurts me deeply btw

[f1nalboys]

OMG. I love the tod headcannons. Would you ever do ian sleepover headcannons?

HELLOOOO ANON sorry this has taken so long, i do apologize and i hope its fun to read!!!!

WORD COUNT: 916

WARNINGS: not proofread, weed mention, ians a perv on occassion, mostly fluff

ok number one i need a sleepover with this guy NOWWWWWW

ian refuses to call it a sleepover. you two are hanging out, chilling, that’s all. if he spends the night then thats just what happens, it totally wasn't his end goal

i truly believe ian sleeps better in anyone elses bed than he does his own not for any particular reason he just loves the feeling of being on vacation and being in a different bed counts to him fr

he comes over with nothing. like deadass the clothes on his back and maybe some weed IF UR LUCKY 

he also tends to show up ‘just for a bit’ and makes a big show about sighing at the time and being like man…. i wish i didn’t have to leave but its almost time for bed……..

like girl just ask to sleep over who cares

anyways he really hates Planned Sleepover Activities

no pillow fights, no truth or dare, no spin the bottle (this can and has been done before with him, he just has to be in the mood,) no bloody mary, etc

now, of course, if he really really really loves you, he’ll do all those things and more. he is going to COMPLAIN though. like, to the point where it’s almost unenjoyable. 

he does love a good spa day though…. you ask him to put on a fuzzy robe so you can put a face mask and cucumbers on him and he’s jumping for joy lowkey

and he lets you paint his nails and stuff and he doesnt care if its messy or bumpy or if you don’t put a top coat on it, he just loves that youre doing it for ihm

ANDDDD its the quietest he’ll be. youll look up at his face and hes staring down at you with such a sickeningly sweet love sick grin that its almost enough to make you barf and he won't say a single word until youre done

and even then he’ll just go “its great baby, thank you.” heheh

like 3 hours later he’ll go “you got a lot of nail polish on my skin, god damn.” and you’ll look over and hes very methodically picking it off of his skin lol

anyways. when hes over he just wants to chill genuinely 

ian is interested in getting chinese food or pizza, getting super fucking high, and having movies or music in the background while you guys talk

and he really only does one on one sleepovers, siblings or family excluded. if you invited another friend to sleepover at the same time hes gonna be in the corner like ugh…..sigh……eyeroll…..ugh…..what no im fine its whatever……sigh…..

ian is super handsy as is but when he gets tired hes worse

you’ll know hes ready for you two to go to sleep when hes suddenly attached to your back, arms around your waist and head in your shoulder

ian loves sleepovers that are simply for you two to get shit done

like ian has to rework an art piece? hes coming over and youre finally gonna clean your room.

he tries to sleep in his regular clothes all the time (he does it at home i fear to say) so if youre against that you HAVE to have some spare clothes for him. or let him sleep in his underwear but then he’s gonna get that dumb stupid sexy grin on his face and ask if youre trying to get him naked 

which like yes ian i am but not like that….yet

waking up with ian is great if you get up before him because hes all cuddly and sweet and murmuring in his sleep and you can just stare and admire him

if he gets up first hes waking you up but hes also fucking with you

he shakes you awake and is like BABE YOU OVERSLEPT FOR XYZ!!!!! and you jump out of bed and hes like haha got you just kidding

or he draws on your face or arms if youre a heavy sleeper and he can get away with it

AND he takes photos of you sleeping all the time on his shitty little flip phone and he never tells you about it

until like weeks later when youre hanging with him in the car eating food and he laughs and turns his phone around to show you a picture of you slumped over, mouth open, drooling.

but hes a menace

hes like well im up so i need you up to????

like god bless erin for dealing with him 

but you dont have to worry about it much, he normally sleeps in if hes able to but depending on when he went to bed, he could get up before you

and good luck trying to go back to sleep because hes hitting you with pillows and squashing you and talking until you just roll your eyes and sit up

and then hed smile and go omgggg good morning sleepyhead LIKE SHUT UP

overall, ian is a fun guy to have a sleepover with if you just want to chill, not if you want to do activities if that makes sense

but hes never going to ASK to spend the night (unless youre in the car with him about to get dropped off and hes kissing you and get handsy and THEN he’ll be like babe…. cant i just hang out :((( like sigh…. of course you can bae

[pbaz7]

I had to refresh my memory from the last part and my heart 💔 but I’m better now that I saw

warning: sexual content

Lfg

“You look pretty today,” her voice turning soft.

- paigey’s soft voice for azzi gets me everytime

Paige was a little obnoxious at times, cracking jokes that made Azzi laugh out loud, even when she tried to keep a straight face. Paige could be playful and sarcastic, the type to tease Azzi for the tiniest things, but it was never mean-spirited. It was endearing.

- my girl 🥹🥹🥹

Sorry the game is started I’ll be back. Commercial so we back

Azzi found herself falling for Paige Bueckers.

- in every single universe

So yeah, Paige didn’t know the exact moment she fell for Azzi Fudd. But she knew that she had and she knew it happened when she was in California.

- my girls omg

Wait games back on (az is ON FIREEEEE)

1st quarter lead tyvm (play js like this Sunday pls)

Paige grinned. "Mmm course I am, look at how you’re lookin at me."

- tone it down. Please. Ten levels -pb5

Azzi let out a slow breath as she shifted. "You sure you can handle me?"

- TELL EM🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ PAIGE IS NOT HANDLING ALLAT

NIKAAAAAAAAA AAAAHH MY FUCKING WIFE OH MY GOSH SHES GORGEOUS OH MY GOSH NIKA OMG

(Game is back sorry)

AUBRWY BLOCKERSSSSSSSS

(Sorry ig I’m live reacting the game too)(PLS PLAY LIKE THIS SUNDAY IM BEGGING YOU)

Back

The door creaked open, and Drew peeked inside. "Can I sleep in here tonight?"

- MY SON DREW

Some were mirror selfies—Paige’s sweats low on her hips, her stomach on display, a sports bra the only thing covering her top half. Others were clearly taken after being in the gym, her skin still slightly flushed, her hair damp, the definition in her arms pronounced.

All the pictures were followed by a message. "Get yourself right."

Another buzz. "I'm sorry I couldn't help. I got you next time."

- the shock on my face rn (pop yo shit twin cs ykw? Hell yeah)

Still, Azzi followed directions. She sighed, shifting against her sheets, wishing—aching—that it was Paige’s hand instead of her own.

- 🫡

Drew was silent for a moment before he mumbled, “I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.”

- MY SHAYLA

“Yeah. I’m gonna go to UConn.”

- iktfr

She smirked slightly before answering. “I gotta tell Azzi first.”

- she’s so smitten

When her mind drifted to Azzi, everything else seemed to fade into the background. Because she knew Azzi didn’t expect anything from her.

- crying. im sick. AND valentines day is friday 💔

Azzi, still a little dazed, blinks at Paige and murmurs, “What did you just call me?”

- oh, she called you baby! I could spell it yk b-a-b-y!! Hope this helps

It’s best I leave now

Paige easily slides her hand into Azzi’s pajama shorts and groans when there’s no other barrier and she immediately feels how ready Azzi is for her. Paige whispers out, “Fuck baby, why you didn’t tell me.”

- she’s a freaky gal!! Also there’s that “baby” word again azzi just incase you missed it!

A few moments later, Azzi’s phone rings from the nightstand, popping the bubble they created.

- who tf?

She glances at the screen and sees Caroline’s name flashing.

- oop

Azzi grabs her, shaking her head, “No… don’t,” she says softly, pushing Paige’s head into her neck. Paige is a little surprised at this but she complies with what Azzi wants as she starts placing open mouth kisses to Azzi’s neck, curling her fingers as she does it.

- BIGGER OOP

Caroline’s voice comes through the phone. “You have 15 minutes.” And before Azzi can respond, Caroline hangs up, already knowing exactly what Azzi is doing.

- sorry mom

Paige smirks, her eyes following Azzi’s every movement, and as she stands up from the bed she says. “Look at you, putting on my shirt. Ms. ‘Don’t get used to it.’”

- I was gonna say smth but Paige did for me

But then the door to Azzi’s room swings open, and Caroline peeks her head out. She doesn’t seem surprised by what she sees, “You deadass have like a minute.”

- when mom catches you on the doorstep: 😀

but her eyes linger for a second longer when she notices the shirt Azzi is wearing—the familiar bold Minnesota lettering printed across the front.

- tea for meeeee

Hey super cute pt 5 🔜???? Also azzi is actually on fire and I hope she gets whatever she wants (pls remember who you are on Sunday azzi fudd)

-annoying anon🥸🥸

1st quarter lead tvm (play js like this Sunday pls)

please play like this sunday i BEG…except sarah. sarah DO NOT play like this sunday

tone it down. Please. Ten levels - pb5

he was loud as hell lol

crying. im sick. AND valentines day is friday

ooff i’m sorry stink

BIGGER OOP

idk why this sent me lol

tea for meeeee

that’s tea for meeee 😭😭

i need azzi to remember who she is for the plot so bad 🙂‍↕️

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

So I promised a background/minor character design appreciation post...

(Part one because this will likely get long)

Starting with the imps, due to the order in which characters of different species are presented on the wiki

Ah, Pringles. Of course. What a guy. He is very shaped. (Especially the hair and collar. I happen to be a sucker for male characters with that kinda "cat fluff" hairstyle.) Love the weird little cuff on his tail, it's so unnecessary but it fits. Dapper boy. Gotta love him

(As far as I can recall he gets bitches in Ozzie's, which, like, good for him!)

There's this kiddo from Loo Loo Land. I like her shapes as well, very exaggerated. As depicted here she kind of reminds me of some concept art girlies from the Art of Encanto book.

Actually, I think I have an image...

...I'm not the only one who sees it, right?

(Anyway, it's still available for free to view online. Very interesting stuff.)

Ahh... this guy. Or gal, actually. Turns out this is Skye Henwood's impsona, as well as my favorite character in Western Energy. Me and my friend were deadass ready to adopt her on sight. So tiny!! So shaped!! Look at that ridiculously huge bowtie. The littol suit. I want a pocket-sized imp now. Would carry them everywhere in my purse. Speaking of...

That's exactly what she did! Another crewsona (Sam Miller), and this design is incredibly slay. The feathers. The tail. Big, flowy, swooping shapes. (Not a big fan of the hands, though.) Very majestic creature overall.

Moving on to a few background Wrathians from Harvest Moon. She's a cutie. Not much else to be said. I like her outfit with the little boots and gloves as well as her pigtails.

I think these two could be related.

She looks so silly, I love her. Her hat and horns are disproportionately huge and it's precious.

Her name is Square, and she has major resting bitch face energy. I appreciate her instantly. (Long sleeved shirt + short shorts is a good combo.)

This guy from the Ozzie's elevator scene (Aspen) looks like he'd have quite the story to tell over a couple drinks of hard liquor. Slutty, but in a tired way. (A certain saxophonist cat from another piece of online media also fits that description.)

HER!! I love her so much. Everything about her honestly. The colors!! The legs!! The underbite!! She has no official name, but I call her Pomegranate. Or Pom for short. Got some of my own lore for her and everything.

Haven't watched Queen Bee, so I didn't get to see Dennis in action, but from this still alone I conclude that he's pretty cute. (However dude could use to pull up his pants.) Didn't really deserve to get yelled at, anyhow. Justice for Dennis!

Though I do have an old Dennis character, and he's a dick, so maybe Blitzo was on to something.

I like the girlie on the right too. Women with :3 smiles automatically win me over. The ripped pants and loose tank top go well together, and the splotch of magenta on the waist isn't obnoxious.

Mamma Mia, an imp with not purely and overwhelmingly red skin? What a spectacle. She looks way more like a black character than Velvette. And due to her subdued skin tone, the pink looks nice on her. (Which can't be said for Millie in one of the pieces of summer merch. Who thought pink on her was a good idea?!) Cool hair texture as well, feels very poofy.

Some bite-sized imp clowns from The Circus; their names are Eenie, Meenie, and Miney. How charming! Though, as I recall, doesn't that old children's rhyme go on to have four-

...Oh.

I think this might be Barbie Wire. We were never told explicitly, and she isn't even mentioned in the episode itself, but she looks closest to that design.

(Though I just noticed her horn stripes are too thick. Nevermind, then. Seems like she didn't even get that brief cameo in Blitzo's nearly episode-long childhood flashback despite being his twin sister, which should suggest that they were pretty close.)

I like this chick, though.

And that's it for now! Let me know if you'd like to see a part two though I might just go ahead and make it anyway

[kiidwritings]

so cringe, but i love u <3

chapter 1: gillette razor

wc; 3385. tags/warnings; maybe ooc .T4T RAAAGGHHHH!! Trans horangi. Trans könig. 5+1 Things. sorry if könig is ooc. also horangi might be ooc. I TRYING. idk i based his AUDHD on mine so :P. same with könig's social anxiety. author is nd. Author is trans. she/he/they könig. transfem könig. im trying my best ;-;. not beta read. (some) events based/inspired on stuff in author's real life. possible grammatical errors. mentions of sex. body/gender dysmorphia. mentions of needles (T-shot). vomiting. PISS (not in a sexual way 😭). grossness/unsanitariness. konig is a bit of a slob (lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n: i posted this on ao3 back in mid-october, but been too busy/forgot to post it here...oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. i was deadass thinking about leaving this (I've been in a creativity flunk, I hate my art and my writing), but then I remembered I made this /for/ someone basically, and I'm no quiter!!!!! 💪🏽 I'm the youngest of 5 siblings and lived in a full house, so most these icks are based on things they've done/do. i project heavily onto the characters so they might be OOC. also, horangi is used for on-base settings and hong-jin is used when he's just a civilian/off-base.

pairing: kim "horangi" hong-jin/könig

READ ON AO3!!

Moving in with a partner is always awkward. 

You have to accommodate their living style, how they run things, a new environment, and just living with another person in general (which differs greatly from living with siblings- take it from Hong-Jin who grew up with four sisters).

During their first time on leave together, they instantly noticed things about each other that were never brought to light while on base.

Konig was an early riser (not by choice, just by force of habit), while Hong-Jin liked to sleep in, especially without the sound of an alarm clock waking him at the asscrack of dawn.

(It had actually taken some time before they shared a bed. The first time Hong-Jin even suggested it, Konig exhaled and swallowed an entire chunk of bread whole, before proceeding to cough up the mushy bits as Hong-Jin patted his back too hard.)

At first, Konig found it cute as Horangi tried to pull them back to bed, mumbling and pushing his face further into the pillows. And if she did need to wake Hong-Jin up, he’d wake up grumpy, sitting in bed with a sleepy scowl for about 10 minutes (with some additional complaints or an ogle at Konig as he got dressed) before slipping out of the comfort of bed and also getting ready. 

The two had gotten comfortable enough to share the bathroom, mainly while brushing their teeth or enjoying a nice shower together with or without any funny business is up to you to decide .

Two toothbrushes, one that looked hardly used besides leftover moisture and one with bristles so flattened it was a surprise the owner still had enamel on their teeth, leaned against each other in a little decorative cup Konig picked up from the thrift store. It was old, its design- different varieties of cats in beachwear- having worn off and the plastic was graying a bit.

The bathroom air was moist and hot as Hong-Jin entered, Konig not bothering to lock the door knowing he’d come in whenever he finished grumbling over not being able to sleep through the morning. The shower ran hot as steam wafted past the thin shower curtains and Konig hummed a tune. A mix of incoherent words and hushed melodies resonated from her chest and throat. Hong-Jin smirked and with help from the see-through curtains, poked Konig in the tummy through the PVC. 

Konig gasped, and pulled the curtain to the side, only allowing his head and shoulders to peek through. Hong-Jin grinned and relished at the sight of Konig’s slick and freckled skin. There was a tint of pinkness to it from the hot water cascading out of the shower head. Their hair was sticking to their forehead, the curls now slicked with water and shiny.

“Good morning.” Hong-Jin purred. He thought about joining Konig, but he didn’t smell and wasn’t really in the mood for shower sex.

“Ah! What was that for?” Konig let out a huff of amusement and shot her partner back a cheeky smirk.

Hong-Jin just shrugged and leaned back against the bathroom sink. “Just felt like it.”

“Want to join me?” Konig asked, using his hand to wipe some excess water from his face, huffing like a seal clearing its nose.

Hong-Jin just shrugged again, turning around to face the fogged-up mirror. “Neh,” He absently drew a smiley face in the mirror's condensation coating. 

‘Not in the mood for sex.’ he thought.

He shouldn’t say that, that’s forward. Plus, Konig might find that weird…yeah, don’t say that. Think of something else-.

“Not in the mood for sex.”

“ What?! ” Konig gaped.

“What?” Hong-Jin turned around and awkwardly stared at Konig’s shocked face.

“Are you in the mood for sex?”

“What, no I just said I wasn’t.” Konig blinked and his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“So why’d you mention it? Does me showering turn you on?”

Hong-Jin blinked hard, doing a double take. And I thought I was forward, geez! “No! I mean, yes!...No, sometimes?” 

What the fuck was this conversation even???

“Are you turned on right now?” Konig asked, probably just trying to fill the awkward silence and also trying to understand the reason behind Hong-Jin’s initial response.

“No! I’m not turned on, I’m normal, I’m…I need to pee!”

And with that, Hong-Jin pulled the curtain back to hide himself from Konig and practically slammed the toilet lid open, signaling to Konig to not peek past the curtains and also to drop the conversation.

Once he was sure she was back to bathing herself, he did his business. Making sure not to flush (to save Konig from getting burned alive from the already hot water getting hotter), Hong-Jin washed his hands and began brushing his teeth. “Do you need help with your T-shot today?” Konig asked, now that the awkwardness had disappeared from the previous conversation. Hong-Jin spits in the sink, cupping his hands and gurgling the water. The water was colder than usual, probably from the mintiness of the toothpaste residue, and chilled the teeth were cracked and sensitive. “Yeah, that’d be nice,” Hong-Jin said, wiping the excess foam that dribbled out his mouth and began splashing water in his face. 

Konig liked helping with Hong-Jin’s T-shot. He could do it by himself, but sometimes he wouldn’t stab hard enough, or seeing the needle go in made his chest tighten. But the domestic sight of Konig’s big hand engulfing one of his thighs and having her other hand slowly sticking the needle into the fat made Hong-Jin want Konig by his bedside, at his beck and call if he batted his eyelashes innocently enough.

(Sometimes Konig thought about starting up on estrogen. They wouldn’t mind if they were born a girl. The thought of wearing a bra made him feel dirty like she was some pervert who was faking her identity. Word would go around that KorTac’s titan colonel was a tranny who thought he was a girl and wore a bra. The thought of rumors and the loss of her reputation all because she wanted to express herself made her stomach churn and a sense of dread ran down his spine. 

But why should he care?!...well, he did care a lot .

Years of being made fun of and looked down upon (not literally of course) would all be down the drain. His secret was safe with Hong-Jin, his partner, and Horangi, his teammate.)

“And what do you say…?” Konig teased, a grin present in the tone of her voice. Through the curtain, Konig was washing off his body, splashing water on his face and running his fingers through his hair.

Hong-Jin just scowled, rolling his eyes and flushing the toilet, letting the scolding water pour down onto his cocky girlfriend. “Ah ah! Heiß! So verdammt heiß!” (Hot! So fucking hot!) Konig yelped and rushed to turn off the water as their mischievous tiger of a boyfriend left the bathroom, chuckling quite proudly to himself. 

The rest of the morning was casual. The two went about their typical routine, it was nothing special; making breakfast, and doing minimal chores. Hong-Jin liked to go on a run before the sun was really shining, and Konig had some laundry to fold that he’d been putting off (his mama ain’t raise him to be a slob, so having to walk past that pile every day made guilt tickle his stomach). 

Hong-Jin had returned to the small apartment covered in a light sheen of sweat, adrenaline still running through his body. Walking into the bedroom, he fell back onto the bed, just nearly missing the neat stack of folded laundry with his leg.

Konig huffed, “Be careful, I’m being helpful here.” Hong-Jin just responded with a huff of his own from deep within his chest and swung a leg over to land on Konig’s lap, which as a result, knocked off some clothes from the folded pile. 

“Hey! Vorsichtig! ” Konig pouted and gave a smack to Hong-Jin’s calf. He could only smile and snuggle into the pillow.

“Tired…” Was all Hong-Jin replied with, turning onto his side, being mindful of his leg now and inhaling the musk and scent on Konig’s pillow. It smelt of pine-scented body wash and 3-in-1.

Konig exhaled once more, re-folding the messed up clothes but allowing Hong-Jin to keep his leg on her lap.

“We need food,” Hong-Jin mumbled, eyes still closed.

Konig just hummed, “ Ja… ”

Hong-Jin let his hand find its way to Konig’s thigh, squeezing a bit, “Come with me?” Hong-Jin tilted his head to peek up at his girlfriend. Konig just continued folding clothes, glancing over to meet their boyfriend’s gaze.

“Perhaps-”

“Great, let me go shower.” Hong-Jin shot up, once again knocking over some clothes (Konig scoffed and looked at Horagni with great offense). 

He gathered some new clothes, threw his sweaty workout clothes in the battered hamper, and walked into the bathroom. 

The shower knobs were adjusted to just the right water temperature. Absent-mindedly placing his hand on the sink while looking at himself in the mirror, he left something under his hand.

A small puddle of water. Nothing too bad. But in the water were tiny hairs, red hairs to be exact. Some were curly and some were just straight. Hong-Jin felt his skin crawl and immediately wiped his hands on a hand towel hanging nearby. He felt sick.

Was Konig always this gross? How can someone just leave behind such a mess and not think to clean it up? Did he just touch his shaven pubic hairs???

Hong-Jin shuddered, washing his hands once… then twice, and took a deep breath, analyzing the scene.

With a bit of an attitude, he walked out of the bathroom to Konig. She was putting away the clothes, reorganizing the ones that wouldn’t fit in their dresser drawers. Everything was folded military-style, neat and compact.

“Konig,” Hong-Jin gritted his teeth. Konig looked back and blinked, “ Ja ? Why the long face, tiger?” Hong-Jin just huffed and threw a thumb over his shoulder to the ajar bathroom door.

“You left your fucking pubes on the bathroom sink.” His voice was sharp and annoyed. Konig blinked before flushing.

“Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’ . Go clean it up…” he took a big inhale and then exhaled. “Please?”

Konig paused, looking to the floor, embarrassed, before glancing at Hong-Jin, and then making their way to the bathroom.

The sink was cleaned in no time and an apology kiss was planted atop Hong-Jin’s head, right on the side part of his hair. “I’m sorry,” Konig mumbled, lips still against his head, inhaling the scent of the hair oil Hong-Jin used.

Hong-Jin just gave a smile, it didn’t reach his eyes but if it weren’t for the arm sliding around her waist, Konig would’ve assumed he was still upset with her.

“It’s fine, just gross.” Hong-Jin’s cheeks tinted in response to the kiss and he squeezed Konig’s love handle, causing the latter to stiffen.

And like promised, the sink was free of any hairs.

It seemed like that problem was resolved, Konig made sure to clean up after himself on the days when he did shave so everyone was happy…

Until it wasn’t. 

The issue arose (again) one early morning when the sun was still asleep. It had been an evening of takeout, kissing, watching movies, kissing, a little drinking, making out, and like the old farts they are, snuggling in bed (with some more kissing and a messy handjob) before falling asleep to the sound of each other’s hearts beating.

It was about 2 AM, and the outside world was quiet. Hong-Jin’s eyes fluttered open, cold hardening the corners and causing him to wince. Konig laid on his back, hairy chest and chunky stomach on display and snoring, not to the point of keeping Hong-Jin up, but putting him at ease when the night was too quiet. 

(Hong-Jin loved how Konig ran hot, all that muscle and fat did wonders to circulate heat that was then shared with Hong-Jin, their loving boyfriend. The more fat on Konig’s body, the more there was for Hong-Jin to love. And Konig loved Hong-Jin's slim figure, his muscle and small tummy fit perfectly in his arms- two puzzle pieces that loved the skin-to-skin feeling.)

With cat-like stealth, Hong-Jin slipped from Konig’s big strong arms and ventured to the bathroom. The fluorescent overhead lights stung his eyes and he squinted his way to the toilet. 

He went about doing his business, trying his best to keep his mind calm, usage of his sleepy brain would cause it to wake up and then he’d stay up on his phone until either Konig slid it under his pillow or he passed out from the blue light. 

Before flushing, Hong-Jin could make out something in the toilet bowl (besides his piss). Did he get his period suddenly? No, it just ended last weekend. 

Finally taking a second to rub his eyes and concentrate, he released it was pubes.

Instead of leaving them on the sink, Konig had used the toilet to shave. Fine in itself, Horangi did the same thing. But leaving them in the toilet and not flushing wasn’t . She must’ve shaved after Horangi had been settled into bed that night.

Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Hong-Jin tore off a small bit of toilet paper and lifted the toilet lid, only to cringe and shoot his hand back, seeing as stray pieces of pubic hair littered the bare toilet bowl rim.

Hong-Jin shivered, he left dirty just looking at it. He quickly flushed the toilet along with the torn toilet paper and washed his hands and just above his wrists. He ended up being too angry to sleep before passing out two hours later, refusing to snuggle back up with Konig.

Even once they were back on base, Horangi seemed to notice this “ick” of Konig’s. It wasn’t like he made an effort to look out for every stray hair of Konig’s, but with that gross memory in the front of his mind, he couldn’t help it.

He had just happened to be walking to the locker room when Konig turned the corner, shoulders brushing.

“Oh, hallo Horangi.” Konig seemed rather chipper this morning, maybe because Horangi had come back from a mission four days ago and she was happy to see him.

“Konig,” Horangi nodded his head. He was dressed in a plain green shirt and some cargo pants. The humidity of the base hallways made the fabric of his clothes and mask feel like they were sticking to his skin from all the sweat he’d built up while working out. It was a good thing he’d kept his sunglasses in his gym bag, the moisture would've sure collected underneath the frames.

“I heard about the mission you were on, good job meine Kätzchen. ” (my kitten) Konig’s eyes upturned through the eye holes of his mask, and they reached out to place a gentle hand on Horangi’s shoulder. Horangi scoffed, shrugging their hand off playfully, and scowled under his mask.

“You know I hate that pet name.” Horangi narrowed his eyes at his taller lover but there was no real malice in his voice, in fact, he even blushed a bit under his mask, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up with flusteredness.

Konig just chuckled, before leaning down a bit, the fabric of his hood just barely touching Horangi’s cheek. “If the circumstances were different, I’m sure that pet name would be getting a much-needed rise out of you.~” 

There was a fluttery feeling in Horangi’s chest and he felt his skin heat up more and he licked his lips a bit. 

With a quick glance at the open end of the hall, Horangi shifted their masks out of the way, letting himself venture underneath Konig’s and share a passionate kiss. With the built-up tension in the air, it quickly dissolved into a quick makeout session. The only thing to break them apart was the sound of a shower stall door slamming shut. 

Konig was the one to pull back, a string of saliva quickly being lapped up by her and she grinned. The two were panting and Horangi was surely sweating more from the heat underneath Konig’s mask and building up below.

Goosebumps prickled Horangi’s skin and suddenly the air of the hallway wasn't as dry anymore, the layer of sweat cooling him down. 

“I’m guessing meine kleines kätzchen will be ‘stopping by’ this evening?” Konig whispered, his soul patch rubbing against Horangi’s cheek as his lips brushed against his earlobe. His body was now boxing in Horangi’s, their most vulnerable parts brushing against each other’s. Horangi bit his lip, slipping his mask back up.

“Yes sir.”~ He purred. Then they parted their separate ways, both riled up and ready to jump each other’s bones the next time they saw each other.

Later that night, long after Konig had finished his reports (that he’d procrastinated long enough getting done) and everyone had started settling down before lights out, Horangi had Konig straddle to the bed, moving his hips in an exotic and hypnotic way. Their masks and most of their clothes were tossed aside, leaving them both bare and vulnerable to each other’s wandering hands and teeth. 

Horangi hadn't expected to be so pent up from just a bit of teasing that afternoon, but god , if his giant girlfriend didn’t destroy his insides by the end of the night, he’d lose his fucking mind.

He leaned down, pressing a sloppy kiss on his bite mark placed perfectly on their pulse point. Konig was panting, body flushed and reacting in malicious ways to Horangi’s teasing. 

“Where are your condoms at, big boy?” Horangi whispered, sucking another kiss onto their chest.

Konig sucked in a shaky breath and stammered to speak, “ I-im bad…badezimmer- oh gott… (In the bathroom- oh god)” Horangi tsked and rolled his hips into Konig causing her to whine. 

“English, 여보… ~ (Yeobo/Darling)”

With another whine and a flutter of her lashes, Konig was able to composure herself somewhat to divert from her mother tongue, “Bathroom…m-medicine cabinet.” 

Reluctantly, Horangi peeled himself from Konig (who was practically about to burst), and upon flicking on the bathroom light, felt like ice water had been poured on him and the wetness down below was instantly dried.

The bathroom was as tidy as a man could have it, nothing out of the ordinary except for the sink which was COMPLETELY covered in shaven hairs. On the edge, next to his flattened toothbrush, was a simple black razor, the blades surprisingly clean with a few stray hairs caught between, like lettuce stuck between teeth.

…well not completely, but it looked like the sink hadn’t been shown a sliver of care, not a single good scrubbing (or…some form of cleaning).

Horangi’s jaw dropped as he stood in the doorway of the small bathroom. 

He felt sick, he wanted to spit up to get rid of this gross feeling all over his body- he felt contaminated.

Sure this wasn’t Horangi's living space, (he was actually jealous Konig got his own private bathroom because of his ranking), but oh god the sight was gut-wrenching. Did they not see nothing wrong with just leaving their hair all over the sink, the place where they left their toothbrush that went in their mouth and that mouth and tongue swapped spit with him-

Konig shot up upon hearing Horangi retch, throwing himself to the toilet and regurgitating a mush of greasy mess hall food into the porcelain bowl.

“Hong-Jin, are you ok?!” Kneeling down next to Horangi, he used one hand to swoop his hair out of his face and the other to softly rub circles on his back. Horangi groaned, spitting some extra bile into the toilet water-vomit mixture.

With a shaky voice and trembling body, Horangi turned his head to Konig and gritted his teeth. “Your sink is disgusting …!”

Konig blinked, face contorted into a confused and worried look. “Huh?”

“Your SINK-” Horangi’s stomach roared and another wave of nausea rolled over him. “It’s covered in HAIR.” 

Konig just shushed his little tiger as Horangi's back arched like a cat throwing up a hairball.

So much for the sex…Konig had a raging hard-on he desperately needed to be taken care of…

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[cinamun]

This is half non-sims lol but I saw that post about the hell you catch for how you write Indya and it reminded me of a Tiktok I saw about how black women don’t get the grace of being seen trying (the original post was about folks trying in general but someone else highlighted black women) . Like we have to have it immediately and be perfect at it so no matter how many heart attacks your story gives me lmao I’m here for the long haul because how you write it is extremely important and necessary! Folks do not get it right all the damn time and that’s okay and worth documenting just as much as the person who gets it right first try for sure!

TESTIFY, FRIEND! Also thank you because as I got deeper and deeper into Indya specifically, I found myself struggling with the idea that a flawed Black woman isn't worth the dialogue... but let's get into it a little bit if you want?

Its literally because Black women who are complex and destroyed and drinking cough syrup mixed with wine and sleeping around and cheating and not loving themselves (as Indya was written) are seen as trash and it was because women like this aren't seen as capable of growing that I continued to write Indya exactly the way I did, but with growth; long, slow, steady growth while trying to also stay true to her character. Its because loud, unapologetic, ready to square up bad bitches are constantly judged. There were whole essays that negatively portrayed Black women when WAP came out but when Meg got her degree it was media silence. I digress...

Black women are never allowed the space to be imperfect and to grow. We have to be everything all at once. So the asks I used to get were HEATED! "Indya ain't shit" and "Indya needs therapy" and "This is whats wrong with our people now CINAMUN!!" and the scene would be about Mercy lmfaoooooooo I'm deadass tho! But I'm here to teach/reach/learn and I enjoy engagement and I know my writing touches soft spots (even for me and I admit that all the time, I trigger my gotdamn self).

In that gifset the author spoke of humanity and how important it is to show Black woman as the HUMAN BEINGS WE ARE and not having to always be angels when we are tired of saving the world.

Anyway, I didn't mean for this to be an essay but its something I'm very passionate about. And for the record, I only delete the asks that are downright violent/verbally abusive towards ME personally. My skin is pretty thick ya dig?

[missingn000]

this is an incredibly random series of thoughts borne of me spinning tpg 42-4 around in my brain (as one does) i am so sorry for how disorganized this is going to get

[edit: i am so sorry for how long this got 😭😭]

“Taken over?” Nanami parrots, and he’s got a bad, bad feeling about this. “By what?”

it's so interesting that nanami uses 'what' rather than 'who' in tpg 42's first question about sukuna, because that framing kinda ties into the fact that until bullying sukuna club starts, the ff perceives him as a monster, a villain from a fairy tale -- and understandably so, because that's all his actions have shown. and this snippet reinforces this idea:

What can Nanami even say? Calling Sukuna a monster is beyond the word pointless.

because at this point, all sukuna is is the one who's nearly killed both his sons and his best friend's husband

“To hear the helpless screams of burning lungs, watching weak insects abandon others in attempt to save themselves...then of course, the really annoying ones try to save everyone.” Sukuna’s hyena grin turns bitter. “I hate heroes.”

OOOOH this is interesting. hold on im gonna talk/theorize more about this later

so. in 42 and 43, all we see are what sukuna says and does, tying into him being mostly framed as either a monster or a comic relief-type character/the butt of the joke; there are hints of sukuna's Tragic Backstory present, but they're fairly vague so far

and then. 44. aka the one where we actually get into sukuna's head. before i even begin pointing out specific quotes, it's so interesting how you've managed to completely flip the readers' perceptive on sukuna, from something that matches the ff's to a more nuanced? view, where the effects of the tragedy that made him who he is today are more clearly visible

Sukuna is stronger than him, of course, and their circumstances aren’t entirely alike, but they’re similar enough to make Sukuna’s skin crawl. And it’s not even his own skin.   The man is too naive. If he ain’t careful, history’s gonna repeat itself.

this terrifies me, but it's also making me think of some of the Backstory Theories from the tpg discord hmmmmmmm [sound of thoughts bouncing around my brain like the dvd logo]

‘He’s here! Everyone run! I’ll hold him off!’ ‘But you’ll die!’ ‘Just go!’

OHHHHHH this reminds me of this quote from getou pov in tpg 22:

‘Please,’ one of them had begged, clutching the hem of his crimson-soaked pants. ‘You can kill me, but please spare my son--’

which i think is particularly interesting for two reasons: 1) getou and sukuna parallels 2) idk if this was intentional (knowing you it probably was) but a significant portion of getou's arc past that point ^ has to do with his son, and his own concept of son-hood (is that a word 💀) in regards to both his birth parents and touji. is it possible that sukuna's backstory/future character development has to do with the concept of heroism?

DONT APOLOGIZEEEE I LOVE LONG COMMENTS AND LONG MESSAGES AND EVERYTHING especially when it's about sukuna. i could deadass talk about him for DAYS and it wouldnt be enough. hes my special.

anyway--

you hit on a lot of interesting points here!! framing sukuna as "what" rather than "who" in nanami's first question was deliberate, a way to contrast how unexpected sukuna's incarnation was. "who" usually indicates some degree of sentience or personification, something almost every curse severely lacks. so right off the bat, the fam wasn't ready for what was about to befall them.

nanami's perception of sukuna is exceptionally bad, especially since his sons were sukuna's major victims. but he realized that in order for toge to stop being afraid of his own brother, a somewhat, uh, unconventional approach would be necessary: thus, bullying sukuna club was born.

it's also important to note that despite treating him like a joke and laughing at his dramatic, violent declarations, the fam actually does still very much see him as a monster. they're doing this because they know it's the only way they can actually get to him, especially since fear and others' terrified perceptions of him are part of what makes him so damn strong. so they laugh at him because it's far better than the alternative -- that said, if one doesn't think about the fact that he's actually carried out the atrocities he colorfully monologues about, they are kinda funny.

.......aaaand then we see the inside of sukuna's head and realize oh no, this is an incredibly self-aware, sad, wet man who desperately needs a hug but would kill (almost) anyone who actually tried to give him one. yet there are still traces of that monster in his thoughts, since that's what Tragic Backstory made him become.

also aughh yeah, getou and sukuna parallels were DEFINITELY intentional. those two have a lot in common, and as 43 revealed there are many parallels with gojo too. you were right to pick up on the notes of sukuna's revulsion towards heroics: perhaps it's something he struggled with in the past. we shall see.......

while getou's redemption arc had much to do with atonement, i'd say sukuna's is about healing. this man has really, really been thru it. sometimes i wonder if his backstory is too sad but at this point we're in too deep

[weebsinstash]

“Ann Veritas”

“Brad Lunaris”

Those names lmao 💀

No but deadass some of these stories have me ready to just start straight up mocking them in homestuck syntax because it genuinely feels like the author didn't take 5 seconds to start reading things out-loud to doublecheck how stupid it sounds

"My name is ISABELLA and I am an OMEGA of the HOWLERS PACK. I am only FIFTEEN YEARS OLD and it was been OVER 20 HOURS since I have slept, I have been WORKING ALL DAY to cook and clean for the pack, ALL BY MYSELF. My skin is just SO PALE and I'm just SO THIN that I am EASILY ONE OF THE UGLIEST GIRLS IN THE PACK. Every day I am BEATEN UP, sometimes for NO REASON, but I do not mind, because TODAY is my 16TH BIRTHDAY and it is the day I am supposed to meet MY FATED MATE."

Like genuinely I think if you were to ask me the worst story I've read, it would be hard to tell you because some of them are either excessively cheesy, the narrators mispronounce words, the grammar is awful, or the plot is just BAD. Like I feel like Back & Better is probably up near the top for the worst one just because of the entire premise "yeah you were bullied until the point you literally attempted suicide but your mate is your bully and he as well as two other men all force their mate bond on you which is basically rape and you fall in love with all 3 of them and for some reason they're notoriously famous Doms despite being seniors in high school which sounds like it should be illegal actually"

Like im just going to bitch about that again. I don't really consider myself a slut shamer moreso, if you have certain attitudes around sex, that's a red flag for me, and sorry, being 18 year olds who are notorious Doms at actual sex clubs? At 18? I think my genuine first reaction would be "were you molested or something, this is genuinely very gross and bizarre". Like no offense that gives me "I need you to get tested before I so much as swap spit with you" energy.

Actually this reminds me of a concept I've been playing with off and on. So imagine we have Reader who is either a late bloomer werewolf or a human, but either way was not raised in a pack, knows nothing about wolves, and during a road trip or vacation or something you bump into the Alpha of a pack and it's like, oh hey, he's actually like, really powerful and strong and not exactly ancient by werewolf standards but like maybe he's even a couple hundred years old. And he's been waiting for his precious mate this entire time and its you and he already adores you more than life itself 🥺

And imagine he's kind of this quiet hardened leader, dedicated and wise but by no means like old or incompetent. He's the leader of a strong pack, despite never meeting his mate. And for some of these audiobooks, there's a concept where the strength of the Alpha is the strength of the pack itself, and well... imagine if it is by no means unusual that you're walking around, trying to see what could potentially be your new home, and every so often you notice, "hey there's actually a decent number of pregnant women in this community" and you find out that, because the Alpha didn't have his mate for all these years, one of the ways he was bolstering pack strength and numbers was by breeding with females from his pack, not even out of love either, just procreation for strong future pups

Like "hello fated mate who I love ever so dearly, you don't mind that I've slept with most of the women in this pack at some point right? You've met several of my children already but that's OK because you and I will be having plenty of pups" like actually no thank you sir, fated mate or not I would kill myself before living in, like, essentially a village where my husband has slept and fathered children with most of the unmated women above a certain ranking, like. No lmao? Like imagine you're still trying to get to know him and a woman comes up in tears and just slaps him, "so now that you've found your mate you're just going to abandon me and our children?! I LOVE YOU, you bastard!" Like i think that'd put him in a bad light so fucking fast

Imagine if that Alpha Luna mate bond/strength of the Alpha and Luna is the packs strength bullshit is so strong that you're literally not when hooking up with the Alpha yet havent so much as pecked him on the cheek and several mated wolves have suddenly become pregnant after years of trying, like, the pack literally blessed by your presence, they're all so happy, they want you to stay, and of course this is when you find out you absolutely hate a ton of how werewolves live

Like lmao I was brainstorming ideas and I actually accidentally made myself shaking angry at the concept of like, imagine if you've been trying to get to know the pack and the Alpha while gently correcting people "hey don't call me Luna I'm new here and you know, who knows if I'm even staying" and at some point you find out the. Um. Extremely questionable ways they raise their children. You see a bunch of kids violently bullying one of the weaker and smaller children for being an Omega. You see children having to run self defense drills to be able to protect themselves and their pack but treated like trash if they underperformed. Imagine you see a higher ranked wolf just wailing on a kid during a training fight to the point it becomes a beating with the adult genuinely hurting the child as a punishment for failure and you go to tell the Alpha and he's like "yeah thats normal? Our kind can't afford weakness"

The fated day comes when you see a teenager have a smart mouth with your supposed-to-be future husband and challenging his authority and your beloved mate just raises a hand and backhands this kid as easy as breathing air and starts off on a tirade about how it isn't the child's place to question the authority of his Alpha, that hes expected to obey amd nothing more. Imagine the pack's shock when you stroll up to the strongest member of their community, "if strength and violence is how you solve all of your problems, what do you think of this" before slapping him as hard as you can if not beginning to try and fight him outright before someone else has to pry you off because he doesn't even defend himself from you

The Alpha standing there while you start ranting in his face about "is this supposed to be strength? Hitting children? Picking on those weaker than you? Am I supposed to be impressed you're an adult man who can't control his temper and responds with violence? Am I supposed to want to live in a community where people think this is ok?"

Like imagine being the Alpha and you're in the middle of disciplining some disrespectful pup, asserting your authority like you always have, after all you're the main protector and leader of this pack and it's important your authority is revered, and all of a sudden you can sense your mate and you look over and she's just got a hand clenching the shirt over her stomach with tears spilling down her face while she looks at you like you're an absolute monster and you realize with horror that she just made the decision that she's never going to have children with you, let alone let you be her husband

Like imagine you're just bawling your eyes out trying to go back to the room where you have your things because you're IMMEDIATELY convinced to leave, you can't be here, you can't get pregnant here, you can't bring a child into this, let alone with a man who thinks this is ok in a community that supports this, and you're trying to gather all your clothes together while absolutely sobbing because, this was supposed to mean EVERYTHING! this was supposed to be YOUR SOUL MATE. And it's ruined! And the Alpha is just listening to you pour your heart out and (try) to reject him and you've got your little bag of clothes in your hand and you go to leave and he's just there in the doorway and just. Steps out into the hall and, click! Locks you in.

Like all I'm thinking of is how in The Silent Alpha the Moon Goddess mentions fixing people up when she thinks they balance each other out so it's "her plan" for you to mellow him out a bit while he's your strong protector (since you're just so Emotional and Weak UWU) and it just leads to you basically getting worn down until you're practically just a possession of his, having your own small authority as pack Luna but you're mostly just "oh his sweet little precious mate you're so small and cute 😍 " and God forbid if you're a human and you refuse to let him turn you, he'll probably just do it anyways, unless he likes the idea of you staying human or like, werewolfism isn't contagious in this story. Who knows maybe you'll even get extra super unlucky and Moon Goddess will give you some sort of magical power that the werewolves have extra reason to want to keep you for ;)

[lilmaymayy]

hey friends! this is just a quick intro post in case you want to know a bit more about me/the blog🤭

** DISCLAIMER**

PLEASE BE KIND in this blog i will not entertain ANY hate/aggressive/mean interactions THEY WILL BE DELETED OR IGNORED, in the past where i did respond, it never left my mind and i never knew how to react, leaving me to be negatively affected by someones fleeting thoughts. so to avoid anyones displeasure please be respectful and conscious of your actions and words!! if not- 👉🚪we dont need that energy here

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hello! my nicknames may and i use she/her pronouns. when sending any msgs id appreciate a quick hello but as long as your being polite i will gladly respond. feel free to address me as may or any other (kind) phrase (e.g queen/baddie?? anythings fine as long as youre being nice)

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i like to keep my age off of here simply for privacy but i can assure you i am not a minor, but if you are, you are welcome on my page any time just be aware i do swear and the content that i reblog can be nsfw, but ultimately you are responsible for the media you decide to consume.

i do not write fics(i always reblog them tho😉/also beta! so if youre a writer in need just lmk) idk if i ever will(write)but i dont realistically see that happening😭.

in the search bar for my page you can see all these hashtags, i typically tag “give it a read💋” for any fics ive betad and “she speaks🗣️” for any post thats just me yappin💀

and any character names (like finnick odair, peter parker etc.) are the bulk of fics that i reblog and you can find works for that character under those tags!

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im a full time student based in sunny california😍, my favorite things have to be fruits(tops gotta be strawberrys, cherrys anddd green grapes), fics, and folklore (3 fav f’s💋) (and yes i am a swiftie). last time i took the personality test i got ISTJ, but i swearr im still an infp. every single test i took told me i was a hufflepuff (were not lame i swear), and even though i swear up n down that im a laurie.. i might be an amy😔( i want to be great or nothing😫) and a song that i just feel for is probably a three way tie between teenage dream by olivia rodrigo, this is me trying by taylor swift and dreamer by laufey(not someone i typically listen to but whenever spotify puts her song i always love it)

favorite artistss gotta be the big three taylor, lana and ariana (nothing offish theyre just my most listened) and drake.. and bad bunny.. and olivia.. and sza.. and beyonce.. and the weekend.. and rihanna

- if you want a grasp of my music this is a LINK to my most played playlist

- this is a LINK to my more lovey/ sweet songs, its all in the description💋

*if u give em a listen and u wanna put me on.. msg me!! id love to hear your recs

my hobbies include playing music, i play guitar(kinda goodish) and i wanted to pick up piano too (idk if ill ever get to this😭) i also found that i love to do puzzles, and i wanted to start scrapbooking (looks fun af lowk). a few other things i love is definitely just jamming out to my tunes, sleeping😫😫, watching movies, playing w legos😭, PLAYING WITH MY DOGGIESSS (i have two, rocky and lily both are maltese poodles💋💋), baking (hate the clean up tho) i also love selfcare, its always good to prioritize urself but i mean the cassie method of everything showers, lotions, body oils, body mists/ perfumes, face masks, skin care (allllllll the goodies) just to finish the day off with a fic (its deadass my nightly routine to shower, get ready for bed/unwind, tumblr)

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now onto.. CELEBRITY CRUSHES!!

-CELEBRITY not character, but if i missed any lmk😝

-this is a long one so bearrrrr with me

my top 5 currently is🥁🥁🥁

1. sam claflin (been obsessed, still obsessed, i dont see this changing *unless timothee wanna quit playin🙄)

2. tom blyth (tbosbas was life changing.. hes so💋💋)

3. andrew garfield (im considering moving my man up to 2 bc hes an og for this list likee hes been on my brain since he was fan casted as our remus lupin and will stay there😌)

4. jacob elordi (newest addition, saltburn edits is the sole reason why hes here plus hes so fucking tall like i deserve that height difference *for reference im 5 ft😈)

5. timothee chalamet (i love him so much BUT HES DOWN HERE BC OF KYLIE😭*he would be 1 otherwise🥲)

for other hotties ..

OSCAR ISAAC🥵🥵😫-i need this man in bed rn

charlie brushnell😘-new addition but again he is taking over just like pjo is

tom holland- zenny baby he is all yours but that man shirtless? YUMMYYY

tom hiddleston- only rzn to watch the thor series

theo james - YOU THE ONE FOUR ME hes so fine i watched divergent (still a great series) for him n i was not dissapointed

aaron t— johnson- i do not want to mention his 🤐 but he is so fine his calvin klein ads?? KICKASS??

ben barnes- shadow n bone.. YUMMY YUMMY🤭🤭also sirius? likeee runaway to my house?

cillian murphy- ik he lowk looks like he got a bad case of botox.. BUT CMONNN PEAKY BLINDERS???

callum turner- i knew i was hooked since that harry potter movie he has like 10 minutes in🥰🥰

dylan o’brien-ima be honest im not DIE HARD in love but this man was fine since maze runner and teen wolf n will be till hes in the graveee

henry cavill- enola mf holmes.. INTRODUCE ME TO YOUR BROTOHER LIKE😍😍😍 i need this man to investigate all my internal organs

hugh laughton scott- hes just so pretty i just😘

harrison dickinson- love at first sight of darkest minds😍😍( its a discontinued movie (supposed to be) series) i need him in more shit

joao felix- my bestie pmo fifa AND HE DOES NOT DISSAPOINTT

josh hutcherson- i could not make this list without pookie

matthew gray gubler- i need him to read me to sleep, sing me to sleep, talk about anything so i can sleep, he brings me so much joy with that smile and hes so sweetie pie i could go on forever

robert pattinson- TEAM EDWARD FOR LIFEEEEEEEE

drew starkey- hes the hottie who plays rafe cameron IVE NEVER WATCHED THE SHOW (or anything hes in) but holy shit that man is tall and pulls off ANY hair cut *i have now watched it and i am in love

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well if youve made it this far thank you for taking the time to read this! if you want to know some more about me msg me in any way and ill respond, maybe ill add that info here. thanks again for your attention! love you all😘

[cellard0ors]

Laura eyes each of the green cans of paint surrounding her. She then eyes each of the green marks she made on the white wall in front of her.

She compares the various greens. Which one looks better?

Galapagos Green or Ming Jade? Pale Clover or Mountain Mint? Her mouth swishes from side to side while she weighs the pros and cons of each shade.

She fiddles with the waist band of her leggings as she does so, annoyed yet again at the slightly uncomfortable feeling. She's not really showing yet, but she's certainly...thicker than she used to be.

So much so, that it's clear she's going to have to go clothes shopping soon and she's so lost in her thoughts and the variety of paint colors that she nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears, "What are you doing?"

Laura turns to see Travis standing in the doorway. He looks tired and mulish as always and she simply sighs, relaxing where she sits on the wooden floor of the work-in-progress nursery.

She has paint tarps and tape all readied along the wall she's currently studying and she waves to it, "Weighing my options."

"On?"

"Who's going to win the Super Bowl." Laura deadpans and he scowls at the smart ass remark even as she adds, "The color for the room, obviously."

Travis looks at the open cans and brushes, then to her with a frown, "Should you even be doing this in your, ah? Condition?"

She shrugs, "Everything I read online says it should be okay. Just have to make sure there's a lot of ventilation, I take adequate breaks - things like that. Not all that different from doing the job in a non-pregnant capacity."

"Okay." He says it, but he still sounds disapproving. Annoyed, but trying to stay positive, Laura gets to her feet and taps the wall near one color, "This is called Ming Jade."

"Uh huh." Travis returns as if it's the most boring thing he's ever heard. She scowls, but continues, "And this is Pale Clover."

"Alright."

... she's going to strangle him.

It must show on her face, because he scoffs, "What?"

"What? What do you mean 'what'? I'm asking you what you think! Which shade you like! We agreed on green, yeah?"

"Yes, but-!"

"We also agreed we didn't want to know the sex of the baby until they're born and we agreed pink and blue have been done to death anyway, so I got some paint and I put it up and I'm trying to get your opinion and you're just standing there looking as deadass as you did when you had me behind bars and-!"

"I do not!"

He is ignored as she charges on, "-this is just as much your decision as it is mine! Just as this baby is just as much yours as it is-!"

"I KNOW THAT!" Travis thunders and Laura grows quiet. She's still angry, but his snapping at her so loudly cuts her words short and she just glares at him, nostrils flaring.

Travis breathes in deep and holds out a steadying hand, voice dipping to a lower volume, "...I...I know that, Laura, I'm just-?"

He chews on his bottom lip and he suddenly looks so... awkward, so shy, that she feels an odd pang of sympathy for him.

It only grows worse when he adds, "I... don't know a lot about this."

"And I do?" She scoffs but he simply shrugs, "You've always come across as very capable to me. More capable than I am."

"True." Comes from her easily and it's clear he wants to scowl, but can't because he is, after all, the one to have said it. Her reaction isn't uncalled for. In fact, he probably should have anticipated it.

Still, "My point is, while you've been...kind enough to allow me decisions in this, I'm... hesitant to make them. That's all."

Laura's lips twitch, "I'm not being 'kind'. I'm being logical, stupid."

She's sure the look he levels at her is supposed to come across as deadly, but it only makes her smile, "Travis, this is our baby's nursery. We should choose the color together. We agreed on green, but now we need to agree on which green."

Travis looks adorably ruffled at the idea, "...how many greens are there?"

This gets a laugh from her, "Hundreds. I've just managed to narrow it down to these four."

"These four, huh?" He seems...softer now. Humbled somewhat and he walks farther into the room. He stands right next to her and she finds his proximity... intriguing.

Laura resolves to blame it on the hormones.

Same for her suddenly noticing how much taller he is than her. Much taller than her previous boyfriends and how that causes a flutter in her chest and he is not her boyfriend and heat is radiating off of him in delicious waves and-!

... hormones! Definitely the hormones!

Travis looks at each of the greens and then stops to tap a finger next to one, "This one."

"That one?" Laura asks, but he merely repeats himself, sounding sure, "This one."

Laura narrows her eyes at it critically and then starts bobbing her head, "Okay. Yeah...this one."

"Which shade is this?"

"Mountain Mint."

"Mountain Mint," he shakes his head, a very minute smile on his face, "What will they think of next."

"Soooooo..." Laura drags out as she eyes him from one side, "Why this one?"

Travis turns to her, face serious even as he murmers, "Because of this..."

He then proceeds to lightly brush the back of his hand along her right cheek.

Laura startles at the touch. He's been oh-so-careful not to touch her since this all began. The last time she can even truly recall him touching her was when they'd hurriedly come together after that night at the quarry.

The morning light streaming in through thin curtains as he took her on a short bookshelf in the lodge's library...

It's a shiny, odd marble of memory she rolls over and over in her mind now again, her brain trying to decipher it, trying to figure out why exactly it happened.

She's sure it was because of all the trauma and the grief and the guilt and the anger...

But either way, whatever it was or whatever sparked it, it led to their child's conception and it can't be changed or challenged. It was a catalyst that brought them to this house and this room and to this moment where he's... touching her again.

But the touch is brief and over before it's even really begun and Travis looks apologetic and sheepish as if he didn't even know he would do that as he wipes at his own cheek, "You've got some, um-?"

Laura touches her now burning cheek and, sure enough, she feels a patch of dry, flaky film that is no doubt a smudge of paint. The very paint he points to again, "Seems like it chose you, so...I'm just agreeing with it "

"I...I see." She breathes and she does, but she doesn't, and their eyes lock something seems to pass between them unspoken.

Suddenly Laura feels a little light-headed and she wonders if it's the paint or him or both when he sighs and looks down, looks away, as if he's ashamed of himself, "Anyway...if it looks good on you, I have no doubt it'll look good on the walls too."

Travis then turns and leaves. Leaves Laura to stand there and absorb two things. One, that after all this time he touched her again and, two, that he just gave her a compliment.

And, honestly?

She doesn't know what to do with either. Not at all.

[hyucklog]

in his pants ☆ part two

ningning x yangyang

warnings: cum eating, vaginal sex, oral ( f&m receiving ) , nipple play? Tittie sucking , unsafe sex ( no use of condom, ningning is on birth control ), blow jobs , hand jobs, bff chenle, bye they're basically all hidden queers, Ningning embraces the title slut, gamer boy chenle, there's wholesome relationships hidden underneath the sex I promise, they r idols bcus that's just how it is idk man, Winter best roommate!!, 00 line aespa + mark 4lifers, mentioned threesome, casual relationships, pet names, excessive use of "pretty" and "angel", slut shaming, bathroom sex, semi public sex (I mean the door could've been opened at any time)

smut , fluff

ayo the switch in this part is so random they just go from laughing to fucking in a bathroom.

Ningning left Jisung's room with one glance back at Chenle, who had taken to making the room look as normal as possible. Then, she found herself being tackled into a hug from Yangyang who noticed her as she tried to get Renjun's attention.

So, here she was, in the middle of a conversation with disgustingly handsome young men, with Yangyang's arms wrapped around her body. She felt..almost hot inside. She knew she was wet again, when she rubbed her thighs together as she moved her position. Yangyang's hand brushing her arm every now and then, tickling her skin, set fire inside her. 

And it was embarrassing, the fact that Chenle just gotten her off and she wanted to go again.

"Hol' up," Mark doubled back and narrowed his eyes at Ningning. "You and Chenle are friends?"

Ningning sat up a little straighter at the attention on her, no longer slouching into Yangyang. "Yes."

"..Nothing more, right?"

Ningning laughed at the suggestion. "Please, we all know Chenle has the hugest crush on Zhao Liying." 

Mark grinned at the mention of the actor. "Alright..just wouldn't want you two getting in trouble..for doing anything."

"Shut up, Mark," Jungwoo said. "Are you guys fooling around?" he gave Ningning excited eyes. She blinked. "You know what that is, right? Like, fucking. Having sex? Mutual masturbation? Pegging? Rimming? Pussy eating? Blowjobs? Handjobs? Finger sucking? Nipple sucking? It's gotta be something, because I can't even stand watching Chenle play video games for-"

Johnny smacked Jungwoo on the leg, trying to hold back a grin. "Don't scare the poor girl. I'm sure she hasn't heard much about that."

"No, I have," Ningning assured them, "I just prefer to do it with people that aren't my best friend's."

"Ah, a woman of taste."

Jisung scoffed at Jeno's words. "She's literally younger than me and you still call me a baby. The math isn't mathing."

"Shut up, maknae," Jaemin hushed him. "Ningning, I really like your outfit. That skirt is super cute."

Ningning looked down at the fabric. It had rolled up slightly, so she pulled it down while readjusting her position. It was a beige corduroy mini skirt with extra pockets. "Thank you."

Yangyang cooed at her quietly, hands tickling her sides lightly. "My favorite China line SM idol besides myself~"

"I'm deadass offended," Ten scoffed. "Don't come to my room later looking for cuddles, Yangyang."

When Ningning made eye contact with Jisung, he nodded his head slightly. Shit, maybe Jisung does know? So Ningning cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows mouthing, "You know?" Jisung brow furrowed in confusion. 

"What we were doing," Ningning said quietly. It was enough for Jisung to catch from across the room, but not enough for others to fully understand while being immersed in Ten and Yangyang's squabble.

Jisung nodded with a small smile, looking almost amused.

When Yangyang surged forward to smack Ten on the arm, Ningning, who was still wrapped in a hug from him, went halfway forward with him. She had to put her hand on his shoulder and thigh to stabalize herself, and after that Taeyong made Yangyang leave her alone because he "almost hurt her". 

She was still stupidly hot inside, and just about ready to say goodbye so she could get home and masturbate, but then Chenle came into the living room, plopping himself down next to Jisung (who Ningning had been moved to sit next to after Yangyang almost pulled her to the floor).

There was a glance shared between the three that the older members caught this time, raising their eyebrows as they had a conversation silently. 

"Are we missing something?" Ten voiced confidently. Ningning turned to him, eyes widened comically.

"No," Jisung said quickly, fumbling over his words underneath the stares of the members. "Nothing."

"Is this a throuple thing?" said Yangyang, snickering. 

"Shut up," Chenle said, rolling his eyes. "Ten, get your baby."

"Hey."

Ningning to the rescue. "Chenle told me that Jisung was beating his score in League of Legends, but Jisung didn't know-well, now he does, but.."

Jisung snickered on cue, sticking his tongue out at Chenle. "Ha," and he whispered, "bitch."

Chenle raised a hand, no fire in his eyes.

 

Ningning didn't even remember how she got here. Here being underneath Yangyang in on of the SM bathrooms. The door locked. Yangyang's hands on her thighs, kneading the flesh. Her ass on the cold sink, Yangyang having set her down there in the heat of the moment. His teeth nipping at her collarbones, those collarbones, the ones like peaks of mountains. 

"Mm," he hummed against her neck, letting his mouth roam to a lower region where he could leave a hickey - he respected Ningning, and knew for a fact she had to wear things that revealed her neck on the regular.

Ningning bristled underneath him. "I'm sensitive," she told him in warning. Forehead dropping against his shoulder, forcing him to move his hands down to her hips and leave his face buried in her neck. "I get..."

"Get turned on easily?" Yangyang guessed, a lilt of amusement in his tone as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her skirt was rolled up against her abdomen (it was expensive; she was glad it wasn't taken off and discarded on the floor.) "Hm," he said. "I can tell." Thumb against her clit, lips latched to her neck. Sucking, but not enough to make a dark mark. 

He moved his thumb in slow, controlled circles, enjoying how Ningning breathed shakily, biting her thumb to hold in her pretty noises. Hips rolling in an attempt to get more friction. Desperately wanting to be touched. To be fucked. Fuck.

"Tch tch," he cooed when her hand found his and pushed it harder. He pushed it away, rubbing the skin tenderly. "Be patient, baby."

"Hnng," she breathed. Cheeks burning in embarrassment afterwards. It wasn't like this with Chenle. Where they both knew what they liked and what they sounded like. Where Ningning didn't have to be embarrassed when her mouth made natural responses to his actions. Where Chenle wasn't embarrassed to moan when she gave him head or a handjob; they started as friends, they were comfortable to begin with.

But Yangyang was her sunbae. Not her friend. He was older than her by two years, a handsome Chinese idol that she looked up to. He was a talented rapper, a talented vocalist, a talented dancer. He was funny, too. And he was Chenle's friend, so she respected him for that, as well. He was her ge. Not her friend.

"You sound so pretty," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. "Be louder, baby. There's a fan on."

"Mhm," she shook her head, letting out a shaky, shallow breath as he slid his middle finger inside her hole. Curling it up. Fingers rubbing her g-spot. "Oh!" Hips rolling forward, hot breath hitting Yangyang's neck. Ass almost slipping off of the sink. He gripped her waist with one hand and stedied her. 

Yangyang pulled back from her neck, smiling down at her. "You're so cute, Yizhuo." Ningning breathed out, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. "Does Chenle not treat you well?" he snickered. "Or have you not seen him recently?"

"Haven't..seen him recently," she choked out. "Fuck! Keep going.."

"So worked up," Yangyang murmured. "Just one finger." He put in his index finger. Her hole showed little resistance. She winced for a moment, but the stretch was familiar. 

"You try having someone massage your fucking prostate. It's the same with the g-spot, you - fuck, ge!" A third finger, adding to the pleasure. The stretch burned. Her body on fire. Eyes too heavy to keep open. Chest heaving, legs clenched around Yangyang's narrow hips. Ningning winced, again, face scrunching. Yangyang watched her carefully, and when she relaxed, he curled up his middle finger, surging the others forward. 

Easily knocking the air out of her.

"Ang..ge, please. Just.."

"Just what?" Yangyang murmured. Placing soft, wet kisses against her forehead, trailing them down to her cheek, ending by the corner of her lips. Tongue dipping in her already wet mouth. She eagerly turned her head, latching their lips together, pulling them closer. The curl of Yangyang's lip against hers was a little too smug, but she didn't pay attention - fuck, he was good at kissing.

He made her body buzz.

And when he fumbled to unbutton his jeans, cock springing from his boxers as he tugged them down partially, gripping her ass and positioning her to take his cock. Pressing the head against her hole. Slipping the head in. Letting her gasp at the stretch. His fat cock slapping against her folds. 

"In," she begged breathlessly. "In, please. I can take it, I can."

He didn't need to be told twice. Driving his hips down, slamming them against hers. The grip he had on her hips bruising. She was so tight, clenching around him. Driving him insane. He had to move slowly, breathing hard against her hair, dragging his cock in her sensitive walls. 

"Good?"

"Good, good," she cried breathlessly. "Go harder!"

"Feels good? You're so tight." Yangyang breathes out each word.

Yangyang cups her face. Lips connecting to yours, hot mouths intertwining.

Yangyang's big hands clutch her waist. Cock thrumming inside her. He desperately wants to flip her around and bend her over. Give her every inch of length. Let his balls slap against her cunt. Make her cream his cock. His hips fall into rapid motion, teeth digging into her neck. Breathing harshly into his neck with each thrust. Her body shaking. Eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together in an attempt to stifle her whines into a small breathes. She failed, of course, letting out a loud, broken gasp as his thumb pressed down on her clit, adding to the stimulation.

She came all over his cock. Fluids dripping out of her hole, oozing down his cock. Putting all his efforting into thrusting one last time, releasing inside of her. Pulling back, tenderly brushing sticky hair out of her face. 

"You there?" he asked, patting her cheek with a finger. She nodded, blinking slowly. "You did so good."

"I know," she said, letting her head fall to the back of the mirror with a shaky breath. "I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Yangyang, reaching over with his free hand to grab a handful of napkins. "We've gotta get you cleaned up."

"I can do it," she told him, opening her eyes and sitting up. She pulled up her skirt, wary of getting it messy. He helped her as she stood, holding up her skirt as she wiped herself, looking away out of respect. "I'm good, I can clean myself up. Get yourself ready, ge."

"Shit," he looked at the clock on the wall, pulling his boxers and sweats up. "I have practice in 20 minutes."

Ningning laughed as she wet a paper towel. "Ge, that's stupid. We could've done this any other time. Here," she grabbed her phone from the pocket of her skirt. "The code's 0002. Put your number in."

Yangyang grinned as he tied his sweats, pushing back his sweaty hair. Opening her contacts, pressing the plus. Naming his contact as, the best fuck of my life, and slipping it back into the pocket of her skirt as she pulled up her cute pink panties. Staring into the mirror, washing her hands before wiping at the edges of her eyeliner. Wincing at the collected mascara underneath her eye.

"Fuck, you really are good, ge. Chenle hasn't made me cry since the first time we hate fucked."

"He goes easy on you," Yangyang told her knowingly. "I have makeup wipes," he told her, pulling them out. He took out a wipe, grabbing her chin gently for her to face him. Taking it up to her eye, easily wiping the excess mascara off. "I snatched them from Areum noona last week. They come in handy."

Ningning rolled her eyes, grinning up at him. 

"There, all good."

Yangyang rubbed her back, hands slipping to her thighs. Rubbing the skin, massaging her muscles. "You're not too sore, right?"

"Not that sore.." she hummed. "Chenle will give me a massage later, in exchange for me waxing his ass."

"Jisung," Yangyang said knowingly. "God, we really are all gay. You like girls, too?"

"Hm. Had a crush on Yuna my first day at Music Bank."

"Stop," Yangyang snickered, opening the bathroom door. Ningning went out before him, looking around. Empty hallways. "Yuna's really pretty - I think Jisung was in love with her for, like, a week. Or that's what Jaemin says."

"Jaemin is so fine," Ningning whistled.

"Seriously!" Yangyang agreed loudly. "Oops. Sorry. But he's so fucking muscley - his abs, I swear to god, to die for!"

"You ever seen them?"

"No, unfortunately. Other than that one concert Dream had where he flashed them. And, Renjun told me how they are."

"Renjun ge?" Ningning laughed, astonished. "I will never see him the same. I kinda want a piece of Xiaojun, too. He's fine as hell."

Yangyang tched. "You won't even let me hug him, that tsundere whore."

"Alright, ge," she patted his shoulder. "Have fun at practice. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, text me."

[pastelracha]

skz being horny/needy

☾ Title : skz being horny/needy 

☾ Pairing: all members x fem!reader

☾ Genre: fluff, established relationship, kind of suggestive

☾ Prompt: request : Hello, could you do SKZ being horny/needy please ?

☾ A/N: first thanks a lot for all the requests, I didn’t add spicy thing to this one (sorry if it’s want you wanted), cause I'm a bit tired so yeah :/ but here is skz showing how they are to their partner when they’re horny/needy, hope you like it  don’t forget to give me your feed back guys xox

☾ Word Count: 0.962K

masterlist | ask or request

BANG CHAN 

Whenever Chan feels needy or horny, he would be even more all over you. Let’s be honest Chris is pretty touchy every time, he needs skinship to survive ! But when he is in the mood, his hands are everywhere, on your thighs, ass, the side of your chest (Let’s all admit we have a thing for his hands). He probably have a « Hot time with Y/N » playlist and turn it on to let you know he wants you. 

Kiss your neck a lot, tell all the things he want to do to you in your ear. Not shy really show off a lot that the wants you, now, here and ready. He would look so raw and ethereal, completely shutting the world to concentre on you. ( yes he is my ult bias bye)

LEE MINHO 

Horny minho, is a really a beautiful sight to see, he would look at you as the 8th wonder of the world, but with lust in his eyes, being fully dark. All in subtlety, he would let his hand running on the side of your waist, putting his nose in the crock of your collarbone to smell your perfume, lacing your finger with his and whispering how sexy you look on the spot. 

Lighting candles around the house, to create the ambiance. A power cut would create the mood, with the said candles, and blankets. And boom Minho needs you (I mean power cut can create the mood ok). Would just kiss you out of nowhere, trying to show you how needy he is, massaging the small of your back. 

SEO CHANGBIN 

The moment you tied your hair in high messy bun (sorry if you have short hair) Bin totally lose it, seeing your neck and imagining where he would put hickeys on it. Changbin also totally have a playlist for this moment, so much smooth r&b, slow and sensual but also some hard beats. 

He would deadass tell you to step on his face right there, Changbin doesn’t have patience when it come to you and feeling horny, he needs you and know you do it so why waste time ? Would also be all over you, touch you everywhere, softly bit your neck, teasing you hoping to get a reaction and playfully slap your ass.

HWANG HYUNJIN 

Dosent’t control himself when you just look so breath taking next to him and his hormones are acting up. Bitting his bottom lip an extra lot, would 100% tease you, small touch here and there. 

Hyunjin being hot and bothered would be a candy to the eyes, his eyes full of lust and a small blush on his cheeks looking even more nice than normal. If the prince when to have you now on this couch, then he can (But consent is the key kids)! 

Needs to feel your skin on his, bitting your bottom lips when he kiss you trying to give to the message that he wants you in less than 5 minutes. 

HAN JISUNG 

This guy is a horny mofo for you ! Let me explain, whatever you do, he is on the verge to beg for you, to touch him, kiss him or just even compliment him. 

Run his nails on your skin, and humming, his head on your shoulder. His lips on your jaw and put your legs on his laps. Would ‘innocently’ put your hand near his crotch, like ‘look what you do to me baby’ you drive him crazy even if you just breath, but he does have something for your voice (just saying). The definition of Netflix and Chill is Han Jisung, believe me your never seen the end of your films too busy being underneath him. 

LEE FELIX 

His soft and adorable aura, turn dark just as his eyes turn full black. 

He wants you to beg for him to love you, touch you, anything, he just want you begging for him. Would wants all your attention, throws your phone on the bed and put you on his laps, moving your hair away from your face to look at how pretty and desirable you are. Makes you feel like the goddess you truly are, creating yet another galaxy of purple love bites on your throat. 

Plays with the waist band of the short you are wearing, and would be bitting your earlobe. 

KIM SEUNGMIN 

Just like Changbin, Seungmin does have patience when it comes to you and your gorgeous body ! Would kiss you out of nowhere, hands straight on your ass and give you the hottest make out session ever. 

Cute Seungmin ? Oh he is gone for the time being ! He literally wants to give you the world by pleasuring you. 

You in one of his button up, is usually what turn him on, the feeling that you’re his and only his got him so turn on. The light blush on his face making him even more desirable to you, and his hair being a complete mess, cause he’s been running his hands too much in it, trying to get your attention. 

YANG JEONGIN

When he see you in red lipstick, he is done for ! His hands find a place on your body, and his lips find place on yours, not letting you go. Telling you how much he wants you on the spot, his energy completely change letting you know how frustrate he is in front of you, needing you to touch him, and do something of your magic on him. 

Take you by the hips, putting you real close to him to make you feel what you did to him. Him calling you ‘princess’ a lot whenever he is in the mood, his lips red and swollen cause he can not stop himself with you. 

[yannadere]

daryl dixon, shane walsh and glenn rhee (separate) reacting to their s/o getting bit

cw: loss, depression, unhealthy coping, suicide, angst, hurt/comfort

Daryl Dixon:

you're scared to tell him

he's lost so much even before the apocalypse, you don't want to hurt him

trying to distance yourself from daryl doesn't work at all

he just gets worried, which comes across as him being angry, and he clings to you

poor bby has abandonment issues

it's a few days after you get bit when you finally tell him, you already feel your health deteriorating but you hold up for him

you tell him when he's getting ready to settle for the night

bc evenings with you are when he's the most calm

"hey, daryl?" you mumble, and he hums softly, eyes still closed. "hey, look at me. i have to tell you something." you sigh, nudging his arm with your uninjured hand. "what?" he groans, finally looking at you. "i.. my hand isn't just cut, daryl..." you sigh, unraveling the bandages. "what'dya mean?" daryl's brows furrow, eyes falling onto the bandages as they fall.

his blood goes cold, and he sits up suddenly and grabs your wrist to observe the nasty bite on the side of your hand, between your thumb and forefinger. "damn it, why didn't you tell me?!" he snaps, stopping to take a breath as you flinch back slightly. "c'mere..." he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug. "i'm so sorry..." you whisper clutching his shirt tightly. "sh, it's okay... i... when you go, i'll be here."

"daryl... you shouldn't have to do that..." you close your eyes, tears slowly falling. "nah. it's fine. i... i wanna do it. i don't trust anyone else to. not even you." he holds you tighter, kissing your neck gently.

"i'm so sorry, daryl... i was being stupid, i-" he silences you, moving away and pressing his forehead against yours. "don't blame yourself. i knew something like this would happen eventually... i put merle down, had a feeling either of us would go next." he gently cups your face with his hands, wiping your cheeks and nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately.

"i don't want to put you through this, daryl." you cry, going to leave when he pulls you back. "don't leave... please don't leave..." daryl begs, pulling you back to him and letting your body fall limp against his. you let out a small sob, wrapping your arms around his middle as your head rests on his shoulder, tears dampening his shirt.

"it'll be okay. i'll take care of it. for now, get some rest. i'll be here when you wake up." he kisses your cheek, waiting for you to calm down. you sniffle, holding him tightly. "i'm so sorry..!" you repeat the words over and over, and he closes his eyes, trying not to cry himself.

"shh... please... don't be sorry." his voice wavers and he hates it. "just sleep, darlin'... i'm right here." you whimper before falling quiet, resting your hand on his jaw and nuzzling into his neck. "i love you, okay..? i didn't want it to be this way." you breathe out, letting him lean onto you slightly. "i know. i know. just sleep for me, darling." he sniffles, cradling you close as you fall asleep slowly, knowing it would be the last time.

you fall asleep in his arms, but he can't bring himself to harm you

so, he tells rick, who's also upset upon the news

however his best friend's distress makes it even worse

so, rick does it for him as the others try to comfort daryl

after your death, he becomes reckless and depressed, not eating or drinking at all and becoming skinny and malnourished

he shoots openly at walkers, and when his ammo's out he takes out his anger on other walkers in other ways

whether it's stabbing them, bludgeoning them, or just hitting their bodies after they fall.

rick decides to put him under close watch to ensure he doesn't harm himself

but daryl's rather experienced in sneaking out/away, and he visits your grave often

unfortunately one morning, rick finds him at your grave with a bullet in his head

he's buried next to you, as rick knows it's what daryl craved

to be with you again.

Shane Walsh:

you got bit on the way back from gathering medical supplies for carl

and with shane you knew there was no way he would take well at any time of the day

so you decide to rip the bandaid off and talk to him an hour after your own little grieving session.

you approach him when he's talking to the small group, asking him for a private talk, saying it's important

so, of course, he's worried, as are the group

you take him behind the barn and hug him

he's genuinely confused as to why you're acting like this

deadass asks you if you're expecting or smth

you hate to break his heart

"so why did you bring me back here?" shane asks, crossing his arms and cocking a hip. "shane... i'm sorry." you sigh, pulling the collar of your shirt to reveal the bloody bite on your shoulder.

he's speechless, blinking a few times before almost collapsing. you yelp, catching your boyfriend quickly, but fall under his weight. on the floor behind the barn, shane closes his eyes, crying as he holds you tight. "shane... don't cry. it's okay..." you try your best to smile, cupping his face and wiping his tears.

"this isn't okay..! baby, you're not okay!" he sobs, cupping the back of your head and pulling you closer. "shane- baby, stop crying... it's okay." you sniffle, smiling through your own tears as you kiss his jaw lovingly

shane tries to gather himself, but his whole world feels like it's collapsing. "shh, shh... c'mon, let's get you some water." you grab his hands, trying to pull him up. slowly easing him onto his feet, you help shane back to the house. rick spots you two immediately, stumbling to help you both. "shane-?"

"rick..!" shane is clearly distraught, and his best friend latches onto him quickly to try and calm him down. "shshsh- hey, look at me." rick soothes, and you stand back slightly, trying to calm your nerves. "what happened?" rick demands, eyes steeling as he stares at you. "rick- it's not-" you try to explain what happened, when shane answers for you. "they got bit! my baby got bit..!" shane sobs, knees feeling weak as he almost collapses again.

rick processes the information, looking at you in shock. lori overhears, muttering a fast "oh my god..!" as she approaches the three of you. "how did this happen?!" rick asks, trying to support shane fully. "i was in a rush, i got grabbed and..." you trail off, moving over to comfort shane who can't calm down at all.

"he needs to sit down..." you say softly, glancing at hershel who was observing from his porch. "come, sit him down inside. i'll get him some water." hershel guides you and you help shane in with the aid of rick. flopping down onto a couch, shane can't seem to catch his breath, so you crouch in front of him to cup his face, whispering comforting words to him. "baby... i'm so sorry, it should of been me..!" shane cries, and you hush him quickly. "don't you dare say that, shane walsh." you scold, pulling him into a tight hug.

"never blame yourself for my death. i wouldn't rest easy if you did." you sigh, smoothing his hair and kissing his temple. rick stands anxiously nearby, and you sense his worry. "sit, rick. relax... i've got this." you nod at him, and he nods stiffly, taking a seat of his own when lori pipes up. "when do you think you'll turn?" she asks, and you freeze. "lori-!" "i'm just thinking ahead, rick!"

shane becomes more distraught by her words, clinging onto you tightly. "shh, it's okay... i'm here, bubs." you sigh, cradling him impossibly closer. "the hell's goin' on?" maggie asks, confused as ever. "not now, please..." rick sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "right..." she mumbles, leaving as hershel comes back with some water. "here, drink some of this, son." he nods, giving the glass to you so shane could take it.

after taking a few sips, shane goes back to codding you, slowly winding down. "there you go, just breathe." you smile, kissing him gently. "i'm sorry i couldn't protect you..!" shane hiccups, nuzzling your neck. "shh. don't say that..!" you sigh, holding him tighter. your boyfriend whines softly, and rick closes his eyes with a pained sigh.

you last a few more days before turning, spending your time slowly becoming more sick with shane next to you all the while.

when you turn, shane is devastated, holding your head as you stare up at him with discoloured eyes

he ignores how you try to bite him after a few minutes of your brain losing all memory of him, and his tears drip down onto your face

rick walks in, and sighs. he knew it would happen eventually... everyone did.

shane holds you for a few minutes. you were slowly gaining strength but he was always stronger.

the room is silent except for you little noises, and shane finally accepts this fate when rick puts a hand on his shoulder.

"let me do it..." his best friend gruffly says, and shane shakes his head. "leave 'em be, rick... just for a little while longer..." shane begs, and rick sighs, looking away briefly.

"you know i can't do that. if you or anyone get bit-" "rick, i am asking you nicely. leave."

he spends a few days with you in walker form, and it scares everyone. lori tries to convince him that you're not there anymore, a hollow vessel of what you once were but he wont buy it.

he loves you too much to believe anything like that, or hurt you. to him, you're still his darling, his everything who held him when times got tough.

you scratch at his arms, not even breaking skin due to your blunt nails, and he doesn't mind.

finally, with a few kisses around your pale, sunken face, and a final kiss to your lips that he forced closed- shane raises his gun.

he hesitates, letting you get the jump on him, but he grabs your jaw before you can do anything

the sudden commotion makes rick fly in, only to see you lifeless once more in shane's arms.

Glenn Rhee:

unlike the other two, he watches you get bit.

he's completely distraught as the rest of the group fight off the walkers whilst he makes his way to you

he rams the zombie with all his strength, knocking it down before shooting it

you've collapsed, sat back against the car door as blood seeps from your cheek, whimpering in pain and holding the gash with your blood-soaked hands.

he's crying before he knows it, dropping down next to you and carefully covering your cheek with his shaky hands.

he tries to reassure you, and himself, that you'll be fine and won't get infected,

but the sad look in your eyes confirm that you're not making it to the date he wanted to take you on tomorrow

as you slowly bleed out, he tries to tell you stories, to keep himself calm as you slowly die.

"hey, remember when..?" you're not paying attention, just admiring him as you move your hands to cup his face.

"i love you.." you croak with a small smile, and he smiles sadly, sobbing all the while.

the others have to watch, all waiting for the inevitable

"please don't leave me... please, i need you." glenn pleads, and you smile sadly.

he's pressing kisses to your forehead as you hold him close, your blood staining his hands, arms and shirt

"baby...?" glenn mumbles softly, sitting with you leant against him. "i'm still here, darling..." you whisper, gripping his shirt tightly. "i'm gonna miss you..." glenn sniffles, kissing the top of your head gently. "me too. i'll always be with you, okay. when i go, i don't want you to be sad. i want you to keep going, to find happiness again, even if it means finding love in another. i want the best for you." you smile, despite the ache in your cheek.

glenn breathes out as his eyes close, his tears still falling. "i could never replace you like that..." he whimpers, fingers curling into your hair as he holds you closer. "baby, don't cry... don't cry, because i'll cry." you try to laugh, and glenn laughs too, gently rubbing your uninjured cheek.

"glenn, we've got to, y'know..." rosita sighs, but glenn shakes his head. "no! we don't kill the living..!" glenn protests, his hold turning protective. "right, right... okay." she fakes surrender, walking away.

when you pass, glenn just knows. he doesn't even look at you. he can't bring himself to.

however, when you turn, he doesn't even bother to restrain you, just holding you close as you bite into his neck.

abraham shouts in alarm, shooting you instantly, and glenn cries as you fall, cupping your face and leaning down to press his forehead against you.

the group is distraught, but glenn just lets everything happen, telling them to leave him be, move on.

abraham gives him a spare pistol, and glenn takes it with a nod.

the group leaves, and glenn knows what he has to do. so, he opens the car door, slipping you into the car easily

he gets in himself, closing the door so walkers wouldn't chew on you or him.

alas, glenn admires the gun before pressing it to his chin.

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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