#bigboy turns out to he BIGboy

[itstheghostofmypast]

Kiss, Kiss, Fall In Love

Non-Idol Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Just a babygurl trying to show her bigboy her love.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7

Est.Read Time: 8 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: Idk...I just had to, okay. I don't even know what this is. This song didn't even inspire the fic- but THANKS TO @edenesth I HAVE UNLOCKED A CORE MEMORY AND WHILE WRITING THIS NONSENSE I WAS LIKE- WAIT, THIS MATCHES THE VIBE

“What did we learn?” She asked, turning off the extra lights, leaving the little lamp on, turning to admire the way it complimented the bronze skin of his broad shirtless back, the faint droplets of sweat trailing down the curve of his spine- man, her man was a treat.

“That you're a bad spotter?” He groaned, tossing the shirt aside before kicking off his sweatpants and flopping down on the bed with a strange sound- well he was in pain so that's what we'll call it. Blinking at the ceiling he tried to imagine he wasn't in pain, but truth be told he had done this to himself, she did tell him it was too much weight and she did tell him not to remove his shirt since he was all sweaty and he'd get cramps. His girl would always be right, especially when it came to his well-being, he should give her a bit more credit for that-

“Next time, don’t act like a man-child and just listen to me.”

His eyes snapped open at the statement, turning his head to glare at her-

His girl was rude and annoying

And like hell he'd ever admit any of those nice things about her to her now.

“Now turn over,” she mumbled, tossing her bag on the other side of the bed, after taking something out of it, “The oil will help relieve the tension.” Showing him the oil she gestured for him to get on his belly so she could help him out.

His girl really was an angel.

With a quick pouty smile, he mumbled a thank you and turned to his side all excited and giddy, laying on his belly, arms extended, almost resembling a star. His form occupied most of the bed as he lay in the middle, the sheets crumpled up under him.

“Man, look at that cake.” She hummed, earning a giggle from him as she sat on his lower back, making sure to not put a lot of body weight or pressure, “Is there a reason why we discarded the pants, hmm?”

“Technically, I had to go shower….”

“Technically you were on your bed all sweaty,” Mumbling back she poured a generous amount of oil in her palm before flicking the cap close and tossing it aside, “And last I checked, you don't do that.”

“Gotta change the sheets anyway,” a sigh escaped him when he felt her hands on him, feeling her palms press onto his shoulders, applying the right amount of pressure before trailing down his back, “God…I love you.”

“You better, people pay money for this, you know?” With a joke she sighed, feeling his tense muscles under her fingertips, gently trying to massage out the knots the idiot had graciously created as soon as he realised taking his shirt off in an air-conditioned gym was smart, “I complained to the management about the AC but they said it was at a moderate temperature…I think we were sitting under a duct…” 

“Mhmm…” with a small hum he closed his eyes, a quick nap before he hit the shower wouldn't be a bad thing. So, the last thing he thought of before falling asleep was how he'd have to change the sheets after this, followed by a whispered, “Thank you.”

A small smile graced her lips as she felt him go lax under his touch, relishing the way he felt so safe and loved by her. Her heart fluttered at his little thank you, even though he didn't need to thank her. Especially when she was glad he was in pain right now, don't get her wrong, she hated how he was hurting, but she hated those hoes at the gym even more. From the moment he had taken off his shirt to check on his progress, their eyes were glued to him, hell, they didn't even look away when he had turned to look at her, flexing his arms at her, earning a giggle from her- HE WAS CLEARLY TAKEN.

That's exactly why she had asked him to put his shirt back on, people had no shame these days. The irony lay in the fact that her handsome man was dumb as hell, he had no idea that a group of girls, who usually never came this late to the gym, had been eying him like a bunch of rabid dogs. Initially she thought he had figured out, she had assumed he was either enjoying it or using it to make her jealous, which made her blood boil, and perhaps increased her strength momentarily, for the way he had called her out with a breathy “Babe…” had her glance down at him, shocked to see him admiring her, staring up at her in awe as he continued, “That’s some weight you're lifting…I think you're better than Jongho at this point.”

She had smiled at his compliment, a sense of relief coursing through her veins at the realisation that he had eyes only for her, but that didn't last long, as soon as she heard them giggle, she had gotten distracted and let go of the weight, leaving him struggling to lift it up, trying to ignore the burning in his spasming muscles. Yeah…that’s probably what caused the issue of the day. 

With a sigh she leaned back, admiring his sleeping form, shaking her head at the snoring man, clueless to what he'd do to her, how he'd make her burn green with jealousy. Usually when they'd go the gym would be empty, or rather the moment they'd enter the gym those girls would be leaving, at least that's how it was for almost a month. Moreover, Mingi and Jongho would accompany them, but since both of them had work tonight they couldn't come, but why is it that those little hyenas somehow changed their routine? Hmmm?

She placed her hands flat on the small of his back and thought about it, irritated by how she couldn't get them out of her head, irritated by how her idiot of a man was clueless to all this, irritated by the fact that they clearly knew he was in a relationship and if wearing booty shorts or sports bras was a way to get him to look at them- then she really had a problem with them.

She needed to tell them he was her’s, with that thought she pulled on the strap of her purse, pulling it closer and taking something out as she smiled at the sleeping man before eying his shoulder blades, “Good enough.”

.

“Sannie~ wake up…go shower…the water’s warm,” shaking him awake she gently patted his arm, moving so he could sit up properly. She smiled at her sleepy, clueless boy who pouted at her with droopy eyes, “Go, I'll change the sheets…gonna stay over tonight.” With a quick soft kiss, she pulled him up and patted his arm, “Hurry up, you gotta drop me home before going to work tomorrow.” With that she watched him stumble out of the room, mumbling some nonsense about ‘never letting her go’ followed by an ‘I think I need to retire’, though all she could focus on was the pretty art piece on his back, between his shoulder blades, till the middle of his spine, oh she did some good work.

With a sigh he walked out of the shower, a towel hanging low on his hips as he hummed a tune, closing the door behind him as he walked down the hall, only to stop at his bedroom door, slightly opening the door to peek into the cold dark room, the small night light illuminating the bundled up figure on his side of the bed, as a smile graced his features, his little princess worked so hard, she’d go to work, help him at the gym, take care of him- she deserved the world. Right now, however, he had to tend to his growling stomach, demanding his attention. The gentle ‘ding’ of the washing machine caught his ear, as he opened the fridge, oh so she washed the sheets too, huh?

“What’s that?” He turned to look at his flatmate, who was placing his bag on the small table, “On your back dude.”

“What is it?” San asked, walking over to the counter as he placed the almond milk carton on the counter, reaching for the cupboard to take out a glass, “Is it a scratch? I took my shirt off today at the gym, maybe- oh shit, it’s not a rash is it?” panicking he craned his neck back, assuming that he’d magically be able to see his back.

“Ohh…no, no, I think it’s a case of jealousy.” Mingi mused, taking out his phone and striding over to the man in the towel, “Though I’m impressed at the craftsmanship, that’s some detailing.” With that he pushed San to face the counter, telling him to hold still before an audible snap was heard.

San felt his eyes bulge out at the sight, a giant heart made out of little kisses- did she use some kind of permanent tint? How did this not wash off?

“Man, didn’t know girls could be this territorial.” Mingi snorted before opening the fridge, “How did you not know what she was doing?” Taking out last night’s leftovers he sat down on the opposite chair, staring at the man who had been staring at the picture, a pink hue tinting his cheek, almost as dark as the red kiss marks on his back.

“I was asleep…” he whispered, before looking up at Mingi with an unfamiliar fire in his eyes, “I’m never gonna wear a shirt again.”

Mingi only shook his head in disbelief, munching on his pizza slice as he looked at the man who was now sending himself the picture, before he joked, “Just, make sure to wear one for work tomorrow, Sannie.” He glanced at the man who tossed the phone back to him and shook his head, too delusional and high on endorphins right now to care as he giggled, “You’re just jealous you don’t get a girl who loves you,” turning around he showed him his back, pointing at his back with his  thumbs, “this much.”

With that he ran back to his room, ready to wake up his lover, ready to beg her to use the lip tint to decorate his lips, his face, wherever she wanted- only this time, he’d be awake enough to feel her love.

Taglist: @edenesth @skteezcursed @mlysalt @the-kpop-simp @spooo00oky @bunnyluvr25 @s-h-y-a @ateezswonderland

[sim0nril3y]

GIRL I LOVE YOUR WORK. YOU'RE AMAZING.

I love your series ghost x civilian and I wanted to see you writing about Simon getting jealous. Love the way you express words girl, you had me screaming, giggling and kicking my feet the whole series.

Note: You're so cuuuuuuuuuute! Thank you, thank you for your kind words ily and thank you for the wonderful request, I loooooove a jealous bigboy <3<3<3 Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, mentions of jealousy, mentions of oral (male receiving), one little spank, canon-typical swearing.

With the little regard and car that you put into your car it shouldn’t have been too much of a surprise when it just stopped working. Simon had tried arguing that the damn thing was a money-pit, just sell it for scrap and get yourself something new and safe, with all the mod-cons. You, on the other hand, argued that it had sentimental value, so off it went to a local mechanic who you awaited a whopping bill from.

In the meantime, Simon was picking up the slack of driving you back and forth to all your appointments, sending back parcels, picking up food shopping or simply waking him up in the dead of night from a deep slumber for the whims of late night food cravings.

One evening in particular you had stepped into the lounge looking absolutely mouth-watering in a pair of form fitting gym leggings, the damn things hugged all of your curves in a way that had Simon gazing a little too intensely. “Si…” Your voice cut through, smirking as his dark eyes flit up from observing your hips and thighs to be gazing into your eyes instead, brows raised in surprise and asking. “What was that, love?” It made you simmer with pride as Simon wasn't typically someone who got distracted like that, but it seemed like you simply standing here had him practically frothing at the mouth.

“I said…” You drew out the words playfully. “Would you mind dropping me off at the gym? I have a session with my personal trainer.” This was something new that you had started, only a few sessions in but Simon was encouraging your interest. He thought that your body was perfect the way it but he liked to support your good habits. “Right…” When you had originally mentioned wanting to go to the gym Simon had thrown his hat into the ring, offering to help you but with the way he reacted to you dressed up in leggings it seemed you made the right choice to go elsewhere, what he had planned wasn’t particularly the workout that you had been thinking about. “Course, just let me get my jacket.”

With a little noise of effort Simon pulled himself up off the sofa, stepping past you and smirking to himself as his eyes lingered on your rear. “Oh and don’t forget-” Turning you caught his eyes flitting up again from his gaze and you smirked, quirking a brow at him. “Were you staring at my bum?” “I was admiring, babe…” He took a couple slow steps towards you, stopping when he was finally mere inches from you. “Y’look fuckin’ good…” Large hands captured your hips, winding down to cup your rear in his hands, gripping at it playfully. “I’ll be late~”

“I’ll be quick.” Simon groaned softly, yanking you up into his arms then, legs tied around his waist as you squeaked in surprise. “Simon~” You giggled uncontrollably as he lead you back towards the sofa, dropping you and watching you bounce against the cushions softly. “I can’t show up at the gym smelling of sex!” You giggled, watching him pushing down his jogging bottoms to his midthigh, smiling down at you, reaching a hand forward to stroke his thumb against your throat. “Pretty girl, they aren’t gonna know if I’ve been down your throat, will they…”

Dropping you outside the gym Simon watched with adoration as you rushed inside, blowing him a multitude of kisses in his direction before finally through the sliding doors. For a few moments Simon lingered, waiting until you were safely inside the building before beginning to drive away. A flash of a phone screen illuminated from the seat beside him and Simon glanced over to see your phone lingering there. “Fuckin’ hell…” He muttered; it wouldn’t be possible to call him later to pick you up if you didn’t have that.

A moment later he pulled into the gym car park, collecting your phone and entering the gym in search of you. It was fancy in there. It all smelt so new and fresh, the floors practically sparkling. All the machines looked barely used and they all seemed to work. This was nothing like the gym that Simon went to across town, that was a run-down old boxing gym, there he felt like he fit in but here Simon really felt like he stood out amongst all the pretty looking gym-goers.

Shrugging off his initial discomfort Simon began to walk onto the main gym floor in search of you. Eyes lingering over all the different people, stepping past all the doors that lead to the class rooms and private areas and finally looking through one window to see you inside, on the ground stretching diligently. There you were on all fours, arms and torso stretched out in front of you, knees spread wide with your bum raised up. Simon felt fury spread through him as he looked behind you and spotted a man knelt between your legs, hands on your hips and talking to you, adjusting your stance to put you into a deeper stretch.

A moment later Simon opened the door loudly and stepped into the room, your trainer looked up in surprise and then you followed. A delighted gasp found your lips as you scrambled to your feet and then wrapped your arms around him a moment later. His arms possessively wrapped around your frame, holding you tight to his strong body and setting a cold pair of eyes on the man who was slowly pulling himself to his feet. “Simon, what are you doing here?”

“Left your phone.” His voice was even as he placed it into your hands as you pulled away from the hug. “Thanks.” You grinned up at him before following his gaze over your shoulder. “Oh, babe… This is Andy, my personal trainer.” You announced, gesturing to the man who was awkwardly standing aside. “This is my boyfriend, Simon.”

Awkwardly the younger man nodded, holding out a hand in his direction for Simon to clasp into his own, using all his strength to shake it and causing Andy to tug away sharply from the pain, though Andy never said a word simply smiled tightly. “Weren’t sure you were real, mate; a lot of my girls tells me they have boyfriends and it turns out not to be true.” Andy shrugged and Simon hummed. “Mmm, probably don’t wanna be leered at whilst they are working out.” Then narrowing his dark eyes.

Sensing some type of tension, you glanced between them and blinked slowly before looking at Simon. “Maybe I’ll just call you when I’m done? Or they have a café... you could get a tea, if you like?” You suggested, rubbing his arm soothingly, trying to get his attention again. This was unusual. It wasn’t like Simon was the jealous type, he was certainly possessive when he wanted to be, but something about Andy must have really set him off because even though Simon didn’t particularly like affection in public his hands stayed tied tight around your waist.

“Maybe I could stay…” Simon shrugged off his hoody then, throwing it aside nearby your stuff. “If you don’t mind, mate?” He looked at Andy who frowned heavily and cleared his throat. “Well, you aren’t a member-” “I actually have some guest passes.” You quipped sweetly and then adding with a shrug. “We could pay for a double session, if it’s trouble having us both…”

Andy didn't seem to like the idea but the money finally made him agree. “Whatever. It’s your session.” Then turning on his heel. “Why don’t you continue your stretches. I’ll get us some equipment.” Stepping from the room and allowing the door to swing closed behind him.

When you two were finally alone you finally spoke. “What do you think you’re doing exactly?” Quirking a brow and resuming your stretches, Simon joined in half-heartedly. “What am I doing? What did he think he was doing? Putting his fuckin’ hands all over you.” Simon grumbled, feeling his shoulders tensing. “Lucky, I didn’t break his fuckin’ hand…” He commented under his breath and you fought a smile before looking over at him.

“You’re not jealous, are you?” Quirking a brow at him causing him to look at you sharply. “Don’t be stupid, of course not.” He grumbled lowly. It cause you to giggle sweetly, sauntering towards him and wrapping your arms around his bulky frame. “There anything to be jealous of?” Then looking down at you intensely. “Of course not.” You giggled. “I’m surprise you even had to ask that question considering I had you cock down my throat an hour ago…”

You watched the way his lips twitched to fight a smile. “Shut up.” He grumbled, which caused a bright giggle to pull from your throat. Turning your back to him was a mistake because not a moment later Simon’s hand sharply found your rear, clapping a hand against your cheek and causing you to squeak and jump away from him. “You just wait until I get you home, good thing you streched considering the positions I'll be putting you in…”

Masterlist | Ask | 24-11-2023

[millyhelp]

girl, I just saw that you are Brazilian, and I am too!!!! could you do something like either the reader is very angry or they are in an intimate moment, and she just starts babbling words in another language and he can't understand anything? (Or maybe he gets turned on, who knows, right🤷🏽‍♀️?)

OIII! I'm so happy to see Brazilians here too!! And your request is an order 🫡

Im sorry if this is shortand sound bad, I'm writing this while I'm dying of sleep 🫠

Warnings: Swearing in another language, Brazilian reader, praise kink, smut, boobs kink and sex p in v.

Hypnotized. Jason was hypnotized.

“Porra!(fuck!) Jason…” you moaned loudly when you felt his lips on your nipples as he went deep inside you.

How did you get to this situation? Well, you were totally irritated while looking for something to wear after getting out of the shower.

“Onde eu botei o caralho da blusa? (Where a put my fucking t-shirt?)” You almost growled in anger.

Jason on the other hand, was just walking past the closet you two share and heard you swear. Yes, he knows you're Brazilian, but this was the first time he heard you speak Portuguese.

“Doll? You okay?” He leaned against the doorframe and looked at you. Fuck, you were just wearing your bra and panties as you looked for something to wear. Jason couldn't help but have his eyes fixed squarely on your beautiful boobs, perfectly placed in that lace bra.

“I can't find o caralho da blusa! (I can't find the fucking tshirt)”

That's where it all started. You swearing in Portuguese, dressed only in lingerie, your boobs looking incredible. Jason can't hold back.

Every word that came out of your mouth in your native language did something different to Jason.

“Meu garotão, me fazendo me sentir tão- oh! Bem! (My bigboy, making me feel so good)” You pulled his hair and Jason let out a muffled moan from your nipple in his mouth.

He didn't understand what you were talking about, but damn, it made him closer and closer to cumming inside you.

“Ride me… please!” Jason moaned with his lips still on your boobs.

You turned it under you without taking it out. you both moaned as you felt him deeper inside you. Jason's hands went towards her boobs, squeezing and massaging them. you started going down and up on his cock.

“Grande pra caralho! (So fucking big!)” You moaned loudly.

Jason was beyond happy and euphoric. He was mesmerized by you. Totally in a trance.

When he felt you squeeze his cock with your wet walls, one of Jason's hands went towards your clit.

“Cum for me, please pretty girl.” Jason whimpered and then grunted. “I'm so close. Cum with me, huh?”

“Jace! Oh my-” You jumped on his cock with speed and desperation to achieve your release. Your orgasm has come to you and your vision became clear.

Jason came hard inside of you. His large arms wrapped around your waist and held you tightly as the spasms of your strong orgasm went away. Jason's face was in your boobs.

"You should speak more Portuguese..." his voice sounded muffled

"If it has that effect on you, I'll just speak Portuguese now, amor.” You gave a tired smile and felt Jason smile in your skin.

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[luza-wayne]

accompany.

murasakibara atsushi x reader

wc: 1.5k

he's my top 2 husband btw, hehe. i luv me some bigbois

“what should i do?” you sighed.

you hold the box with your office belonging inside tighter.

why’d they suddenly choose to lay off their workers? 

i know they’re just a small company, but that doesn’t mean that they shouldn’t be considerate of their workers. they forced us to resign without even giving us a heads up first.

you all better make sure my back pay is well computed and correct in amount. 

you sighed again.

past few weeks have already been so hellish and now this?

another deep exhale came out of your mouth.

“well, for now, let’s get yourself a meal, (y/n).” you told yourself to get off some steam because of your ex-company. 

with your back slumped, you walked around the shopping district to find yourself some delicious food. your eyes wanders around to the variety of showcases put in front of every shop. 

nothing really piques your hunger.

while walking, your orbs captured a shop across the street. 

“cake shop?” you whisper.

sweets are not really my forte, but right now, i’m salivating for some. 

hmm… 

okay, (y/n). let’s get us some cake.

you waited for the traffic light to change before walking to the other side of the street. you went straight to the shop and looked at their “today’s menu” board.

chocolate mousse…

sounds delicious.

you fixed yourself and were about to open the door when someone suddenly talked beside you.

“hey…” 

you quickly turned around and found a chest, or even lower. you looked up and saw a purple head gazing at you.

titan!

“y-yes? are you talking to me?” you asked.

he nodded his head.

“can i come with you?” 

“huh?”

a few seconds of silence.

you both stared at each other without muttering a single word.

when you realized he’s not going to elaborate further what he means by that, you took it upon yourself to ask him.

“um, sorry. what do you mean by that? you want to come with me?” you pointed at the shop. “you mean here?”

he nodded again.

“okay…? i guess… i don’t see any problem with that.”

can’t you just go in by yourself?

you pushed the door open and he quietly followed you behind.

does he just want someone to open the door for him?

you released the door when he got inside. you walked to the counter and finished up your order. they gave you a number and you went to find a seat, but…

why is he still following me?

when you found an open table, you took a seat. unsurprisingly, he did too.

what the hell is wrong with this guy?

“um, do you still need something else?” you asked him.

he was taking something out from his duffle bag. it was a candy snack. he opened it and took some in his mouth.

“why are you asking if i need something else? are you a waitress?” he said with a straight face and continued munching his snack.

“what—”

“why do you have a box full of office things? did you get fired? don’t mind.” he cut off with a monotone voice.

what’s with this guy?

“you know, i don’t have the energy to argue with someone right now. please spare me from your snarky remarks.” you said and looked away.

“i wasn’t trying to be snarky, though. that was meant to be comforting.” he replied, his snacks that he just opened, already finished up.

“you thought that was comforting?” you raised your one brow and looked him dead in the eyes.

he nodded. you sighed and shook your head in disbelief.

really… what the hell is wrong with this guy? 

you looked at him while he searched for something to eat in his bag that will satiate his hunger for now.

what else does he want? 

hmm…

from the looks of it, he seems like an athlete— no, he’s definitely an athlete. his height gave it away.

basketball or volleyball? i wonder which sport he plays.

what if he actually plays baseball? haha. that would be a plot twist.

“why are you staring at me? hm… did you fall in love with me?” he muttered as he munched continuously.

“ah—! of course, i didn’t!” you refuted and immediately looked away. 

damn, i didn’t even notice i was staring for that long. 

well, that sure was embarrassing, but i can’t believe he can straight-faced call out someone and ask them if they’ve fallen for him.

i don’t know if he’s just one confident man or just straightforward. or a jerk. 

“table number 23.” a man holding a tray said.

you both looked at his direction and saw him already putting down your food. 

“enjoy your food.” he muttered before turning around.

your eyes formed hearts in it as soon as you saw the cake in front of you. you were so focused on it you almost forgot you’re sharing a table with an unknown person.

you peeked up at this said person and was surprised by the amount of food in front of him.

“what is this? are you going to eat all of that?!” you asked.

“i've actually held back on ordering because we have an official game later.” he said and started eating the fruit cake first.

“what?! you have a game later?! how laid-back can you be to be eating right now?!” you asked him. it's as if the freaking out that he should be feeling is now transferred to you.

“look.”

he shook his head and showed you his phone.

the screen showed messages and call notifications from who seemed like his coaches and teammates. 

“they're looking for you already. god, some of them are already cursing you out.” you uttered as you read.

“i snuck out. but it's fine, because aka-chin is still in the plane because their flight was canceled for a few hours.” he explained.

“aka-chin?” you tilted your head.

“our captain. we're playing with some foreigners who wanted to have some revenge on us. we've already beaten them like five years ago and now they said they're getting their payback.” he added.

“heh… what sports are you playing?” you inquired. 

“basketball. hey, aren't you going to eat? if you're not eating yours, then can i have it?” he said and went to try to snatch your plate, but you immediately evaded his long-ass limbs.

“no! i'm going to eat this! stop stealing my cake!” you defended your pastry and hid it away from him.

he pouted for a bit before focusing back on his own food. 

you then didn't waste another time and started digging on your chocolate mousse cake. 

“mhm! so delicious!” you rejoiced as you took the first bite. 

so, he plays basketball. wait… i think i heard some news about that in the past. foreigners playing against japanese players… 

“ah. vorpal swords, right? your team's name.” you questioned and he just nodded as his mouth was full.

wow, i can't believe i'm eating with someone who basically represent our country���

“wait, why were you waiting outside in the first place?” you said.

he looked at you.

“because i didn't want to eat alone.” he plainly said.

“yeah, everyone can guess that. but, why'd you have to eat with me?” you asked and took another bite.

“because everyone else came in with their partner and you were alone. i don't want to stand out by coming in alone.” he answered as he finished another plate.

no, your height alone can steal everyone's attention.

“oh, i thought you wanted to eat with me because when you saw me you fell in love.” you joked, trying to get back at him for his joke earlier.

“i didn't fall in love with you at first sight, but i think i'm starting to.” he said without missing a beat, not even stopping his hands from stuffing his mouth with more desserts.

“you—! don't go saying things like that! jeez, you'll create some misunderstanding!” you pointed at him, flushed with his sudden bluntness.

he looked at you confused.

i'm serious, though. he thought, but decided to brush it off and just continue eating. 

you started fanning your hands over your face to create some air.

“gosh, it's suddenly so hot.” you segues. 

suddenly, his phone rang with a notification.

“ah. aka-chin has already arrived.” he said sadly.

noticing this, you smiled comfortingly at him.

“are you going now?” you asked him.

he nodded. 

he immediately readied his things and finished his food. he stood up and slings his bag on his shoulder. he looks at you and slightly bow his head.

you smiled at him.

“thank you for accompanying me.” he thanked. 

“bye-bye. thank you to you too. somehow, i forgot my problem for a while while talking to you.” you told him as you hit the box with your foot which is the problem you're referring to.

you waved at him and he turned around. he took one step towards the door then he suddenly turned around.

“what? did you forget something?” you asked.

“next week. same day and time. i'll be visiting this place again. can you accompany me again that time?” he said, looking at you earnestly.

“what? is this your way of asking me out on a date?” you teased.

even though it's faint, you can definitely see how his ears slowly turned red.

you chuckled.

“sure. i’d love to accompany you.”

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[dollfxcx]

Pennywise in his BigBoi mode (the form he took in the projector scene) and reader 👉👈

Not necessarily smut, write something according to your current mood thank youuu ☺

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED HIS BIGBOI FORM I WAS SO HAPPY TO READ THIS REQUEST!!

TW: none. at least you're allergic to fluff🙌🏻

Word count: (900+)

"Look, I'm taller than you." you say, looking at him from the top of the last rung of the ladder on which you are precariously balanced.

You're trying to hang a picture you received as a gift as upright as possible, but Pennywise is doing everything in his power to make the task tremendously difficult for you, occasionally shaking the ladder forcefully, making you stagger dangerously, or squeezing and scratching your hips with his clawed fingers, action that makes you jump every time, both because they creepily tickle on your bare stomach skin, which appears from under your shirt as it rises when you stick your arms up, and because, in any case, they are still claws, an inappropriate movement could cause them to sink into your flesh and you really don't like the idea. At least not in this situation, in bed it's more than welcomed.

You turn around when you finally manage to hang the picture, putting your hands on your hips and looking down at him. His blue eyes find yours immediately, a smirk on his full red lips makes you realize he's got something up.

"Oh, little Y/n thinks so? What about now?" he questions, you hear his bones crack with a worrying noise, as if they were breaking and reassembling themselves like building blocks, and, after a few moments, he actually seems taller than before.

"I'm still taller than you." you comment, unconsciously backing away against the wall behind your back. Pennywise shakes his head gleefully, the bells on his costume jingling, and again you hear the unusual cracking of bones, this time it doesn't stop at his legs but you feel it coming from his shoulders and chest as well. You blink quickly as you find his eyes level with yours, his sinister smile widening and cutting his face almost in half.

"And now?" he asks again, leaning forward to sink his face against your shoulder, you feel his nose rubbing the skin of your neck, a slight humming rumbles from his chest and spreads, as if by osmosis, throughout your entire body. You don't answer, cradled by that sound that almost sounds like a lullaby, and you actually feel like you're about to fall asleep, so you close your eyes and lean your head against his own. It's just when you feel like you're sinking into dreamland that you feel him press a gloved hand against your face, covering your eyes.

"Penn–?" you try to say, but your voice dies in your throat when, freeing yourself from his grip, you find him in front of you so tall that he almost touches the ceiling. About three meters tall, he stares at you from his new stature, golden eyes fixed on yours, rimmed in red, sharp teeth bared in a wild smile.

"And now?" he asks a third time, the voice coming out of his throat doesn't even sound like his as it's creepily distorted.

"Holy shit." is all you can say, shaking in your knees so much you risk falling off the ladder. Fortunately his huge hand grabs you before this is possible, it supports you with inhuman delicacy while his eyes return to the blue that you like so much. Pennywise sits you on the floor, curling up around you like a lazy cat would in its owner's lap. You lean against his chest, which rises and falls in imitation of human breathing that he doesn't really need, and narrow your eyes.

"You almost made me shit my pants." you snap at him, pretending to be offended and he, in response, wraps himself around you even more tightly, a slight purr envelops you with warmth.

"Needed some fear to nibble on. Got a bit peckish." he explains matter-of-factly, as if it were obvious, he then rests his huge head in your lap so you can run your fingers through his ginger hair, which makes him purr even more. After a few minutes he picks you up again, he can never stay still in the same position for too long, he needs to handle you and move you around as he pleases. He sits you on his lap, you almost sink into the crook of his crossed legs, but his body is so warm and welcoming that you don't particularly mind being totally at his mercy. His huge hands move from your hips up back towards your face, if he wanted he could smash your skull with little to no effort.

Yet he doesn't, his gloved palms caress your cheeks and lightly pat you on the head, as if he can't help but touch you. He is so focused on you and your body and on how fragile and soft you are compared to him that his buck teeth pop out of his lips in a lost and amazed expression, a thin thread of drool stretches from his mouth and rolls gracefully down his chest towards where you are sitting.

"You're drooling all over me." you point out to him, he shakes himself out of his trance but continues undaunted to stroke and pet your head as he observes your reactions, you see him wrinkle his nose at your constant change of emotions, at how your heartbeat increases with every second that passes.

"You like me like this." it's not a question, it's a statement decorated with a smug smile, to which you can't help but roll your eyes. Pennywise leans towards you and sinks his cherry-colored nose into your hair, a soft purr envelops you when, probably satisfied with the scent you're giving off, he gets up from the floor, gently picking you up.

"Should I show you what else I can do in this form?"

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I hope I didn't disappoint >:((

feedbacks always appreciated<33

[hypnoneghoul]

sorry for requesting for like fifth time in a row lol

but!!! tiny dick dewdrop x our bigboy mounty? some degradation? humiliation? filth? 👉🏻👈🏻

i dont think i did what you expected of me... whoops

535 words, what's in the ask + anal

“What do you even want me to do with it? Hm?” the ghoul spat, poking the other’s dick with a single finger, as if it wasn’t even worth a normal touch.

“Please,” he whined, squeezing his eyes so hard it hurt. Not as much as his cock, though.

“Please what? You want to fuck me with it? Fat chance,” he scoffed from between his legs. “Mine is better. I should fuck you and ignore that pathetic thing of yours.”

“Fuck, I– I need it… something.”

“Mount, it’s too big!” Dewdrop laughed. Shame burned through Mountain’s entire body at all the cruel words the fire ghoul showered him in. He loved it. “It’s not gonna fit anywhere, what am I supposed to do?”

“It– it’s not, you know it’s not,” he pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes. “You can take it, you took it so many times, please, fire lily.”

“Absolutely not, I’m not splitting myself in half,” Dewdrop said and ran a finger up Mountain’s enormous cock once again, watching it twitch. “If you’d be a good whore you’d just take mine. It’s the perfect size.”

Mountain had truly no problem with that, he’d bottom any time and for anyone, really, but all this… humiliation went straight to his dick, leaving nothing but the want to be buried balls deep in Dewdrop in his actual head.

“If… if I do, will you– shit, will you j– jack me off?” the earth ghoul begged, even though he knew perfectly well what he’d hear.

“How? I can’t even wrap my hand around it, Mount,” Dewdrop deadpanned. “Humping the bed is your best chance.”

“I– I can do that, just please, do something, please,” he whined, hips canting upwards pathetically.

“Ugh, fine. Turn over,” Dewdrop rolled his eyes and watched with raised brows as the other clumsily got onto his front, moaning as his cock got trapped between his stomach and the bed. The fire ghoul reached for a bottle of lube and Mountain could hear him slicking up his dick. No touching him, though, and…

“I’ll show you what a good cock means,” he whispered as he leaned over the earth ghoul. “I don’t even need to stick my fingers in you. I can just fuck you, any time.”

With that the hot and sticky head of Dewdrop’s cock pressed against Mountain’s hole. He let out a broken noise and the fire ghoul started to push in, no resistance at all. He was right. He could just fuck him.

“Oh, fuck,” Mountain moaned, clutching the bedding with iron grip. Dewdrop rutted into him, more of a grind than actual fuck, but it was good. Too good, even, as the rolls of Dewdrop’s hips made his perfect little dick brush against the earth ghoul’s prostate in the most delicious way.

Dewdrop didn’t plan on shutting up, though, “Maybe we should just cut it off.”

Mountain would absolutely not last long if he continued talking and fucking him like that.

“It’s useless anyway.” Every thrust of the fire ghoul pushed Mountain’s dick into the bed, making devastating pleasure shoot right through him.

“You’d do better with a cunt and a clit. Another hole to fuck, at least.”

Mountain screamed.

[buggyboba]

Hi! I just wanted to tell you that your writing is amazing! Absolutelty no idea why there are so little likes and reposts. But please keep going! I'm a huge fan ❤

Especially I'm looking forward to your kinktober series with 10/14 Doctor and particulary this thing:

✦ October 27th | Honeymoon

● The Fourteenth Doctor x Reader

��� ○ more domestic bliss, He takes you to a beautiful resort planet, and the night is perfect.

And more 10/14 Doctor in general! I'll be waiting for anything with him, you're just amazing!

Hi! Hello! Oh my god thank you so much <3! I dunno why the engagement isn't as large as I thought it would be. Some of the ones I wrote I was like "This is going to feed the girlies, gonna do those bigboy numbers," and they sure did not. Don’t get me wrong I am ecstatic any time anyone likes or reblogs anything of mine, because to me they liked it so much they wanted to share it with their friends, and that makes me so happy. I know everyone says write for yourself, and I do for the most part, but I also like seeing that other people like it too, I want to yap and scream and yell about what's happening, what people liked, what they want more of.  I do have a few theories on why, the main one is I am just a relatively new writer in the fandom scene (Like I think I released the first chapter of Surrender Your Mind in April or May, and up until very recently (the beginning of October) I have been focused on one main pairing, which was Missy x Reader, and from what I gather that’s not as big as Master x Reader, or Doctor x Reader, or canon pairings, and that’s okay. I actually was joking with my roommate who is a big Doctor Who fan, that I didn’t want to write strictly Missy x Reader for Kinktober, and wouldn’t it be funny if since I’ve been writing for the Master wouldn’t it be a fun little thing to write The Doctor too? He is the one that suggested River x Doctor and my little gremlin brain was like “But also Thoschei”  Turns out The 10/14 ones are the ones who have been doing the numbers, and even got me shouted out on a rec blog which was so thrilling for me. It's so wild to me in the best possible way, I love that everyone likes them so much! The actual thrill I get when I wake up to 10+ notes is so good, it starts my mornings right. It makes me do a little happy dance, I love comments too, at the beginning I wasn’t good at replying because I didn’t know fanfiction etiquette, still not sure about it, but I’ve started to talk back! I forget sometimes because I have a wild sleep schedule, and will wake up for like ten minutes, see I have notifications, and be like “Aw fuck yeah, I’ll reply later.” Spoiler alert I have ADHD so I know I mean well by saying that, but my brain says ‘out of sight out of mind’ and I am very sorry about that in general.  For Kinktober I also branched out to do some other canon characters, the Kate girlies showed up, and The Master (Simm & Dhawan!Master) lovers showed up and I love that so much! I’ve also been getting engagement with requests, which makes me so happy that people like my writing so much that they trust me with their ideas and concepts, to see my take on it.  I think doing kinktober, while it has been stressful because oh boy I was not actually ready to take on such a challenge, it’s been so good because I’ve had a lot of growth, found some new characters I really like, and have garnered a bigger reach, which means more people will get to see what wild things I write, and I can share more with people. Which at the end of the day, it’s just me, my laptop, my stories, and everyone who reads them. I want to continue sharing, and I will. I’m going to end up bleeding over some because trying to sit down and write is so hard for me sometimes. I will finish the majority of the ‘update’ list, the two trick-or-treat ones, and then all the requests I have (Shameless plug, they are still open, but I’m only going to take about 2 more), and then take a short break. I still have a Missy x Master x Reader one that I have been trying to write since last month. Surrender Your Mind is going to be 3 more chapters, so it’s 6 chapters altogether, but I want to go back and now that I’ve found my ground, I want to edit and redo some things.  But yeah, sorry for derailing there, I had a lot to say apparently. In conclusion, Thank you to you, and everyone else who enjoys my stuff, it is encouraging to get messages like this, comments, likes, and reblogs, because it tells me there are many more people out there who like what I do, and makes me want to keep doing it.  <3

[bookloover35]

Roman Sionis X Fem reader- I am not your toy (2) (smut).

Yns pov

Where we left off.

Yn: You heard me.

I'm not going to repeat myself.

I told him sitting on the table looking at him firmly.

When he realized I wasn't joking, he got down on both knees.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes, huh who could have guessed that Romen Sionis himself would like this.

He started to crawl towards me, so that he was right between my legs.

Then he looked up at me and waited for me to let him continue.

Yn: You know what to do Bigboy.

Right after those words had left my mouth, he began to kiss the length of my legs that I had thrown over his shoulders.

How lucky that I chose to wear a skirt today.

And how lucky that just today I chose not to put on any panties.

Roman: You are so beautiful my queen.

I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged lightly on his curls.

Could hear him start to growl.

Okay, then a kink has been discovered that Romen has kept secret from me.

Yn: Huh who could have known that Roman Sionis himself gets turned on when you pull his hair.

I said teasingly and pulled again and this time he moaned.

Roman: Please don't tease my queen.

Before I could say anything, I felt his tongue lick back and forth between my lips.

I started to moan from the nice feeling and now both my hands were in his hair and started to feel myself gunna back and forth and literally riding his face.

So he went on for a few minutes, then he interrupted and asked me.

Roman: May I use my fingers, my queen?

Yn: Good boy who asks, go ahead.

He looked up at me and smiled.

Then he went back, but now he sucked my clitoris and licked.

At the same time he took two of his fingers and started pumping in and out, god how I've missed him fingering me.

Yn: Roman faster.

His fingers began to pump faster and faster and at the same time he sucked harder on my clit.

I could strongly feel my orgasm approaching.

But it felt different this time.

Yn: Omg, I'm coming, I'm coming.

My orgasm felt like an explosion and when I had calmed down I looked down at Roman and saw that I had covered his face with my female juices.

Romen managed to make me squirt.

He looked up at me with so much lust I thought he was going to explode.

Roman: Am I forgiven my queen?

Instead of saying anything I grabbed his tie and pulled him up and kissed him.

I could feel the taste of me on his tongue.

I broke the kiss and said moaning.

Yn: You're forgiven.

Then I took my hand and started to caress his hidden hard cock.

Yn: Now you want me to help you with your friend?

Romen: Yes please.

I removed my hand and held out my arms so he could carry me to our bedroom.

He laughed a little at me and quickly gave me a kiss on my forehead.

Then he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom.

Because one thing is clear just because I've forgiven him doesn't mean I'm done with him yet.

The end.

I know this story wasn't that good.

But I tried and I'm quite satisfied.

And to be completely honest I'm more comfortable reading than writing smutty fanfic.

But still hope you like this and Stay Awsome 🤪

[monstrousfemale]

I posted 3,768 times in 2022

That's 3,768 more posts than 2021!

60 posts created (2%)

3,708 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fruityfour

@gaymessallday

@aringofsalt

@buckleys-babe

@babyboymunson

I tagged 1,550 of my posts in 2022

#steddie - 397 posts

#ronance - 142 posts

#stevie baby - 141 posts

#eddie bby - 105 posts

#lesbian and himbo - 76 posts

#monstrous posts - 50 posts

#max - 44 posts

#✨ - 43 posts

#monstrous bigboy - 39 posts

#robin - 39 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#i hate makeup generally but gimme we'll see how i feel about it and if i like it then you know its really well done bc i usually hate it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

bartender Eddie who lets Steve order and pay for beers but then never ever hands him a single beer ever, refuses to. only makes Steve fancy pretty cocktails that are way more expensive than his beer order, but he doesn't make him pay for the difference.

just tells him such a pretty boy deserves the prettiest drinks

566 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

#4

Idk what you guys are thinking, but in my head it is obvious, clear as day, that Eddie Munson is a baby gay... in the sense he's never even kissed a guy at 20/21 (whatever canon age he is). He knows what he wants, he isn't a child, but this man is gay in a tiny tiny town in butt-fuck Indiana, he has not had a chance to act on it. The dating pool is not exactly Olympic sized.

So when Steve has his bi awakening and kisses Eddie first, he would do it easy, hard, fast... And Eddie is a bit of a mess. His kisses are sloppy, too wet, too much, because he Has Not Done This Before. Of course Steve would just think he's being too eager, or a bad kisser, and not even guess at the truth, but keep kissing him anyway (because he makes pretty sounds at the back of his throat every time Steve kisses him, and he bites at his lips all the time).

But then Eddie casually drops it in conversation like "hey Harrington, how does it feel to go down in history as Eddie the freak Munson's first kiss?" and Steve would lose his cool for a second and then proceed to give Eddie the sweet, slow, no-tongue, not-overwhelming-first-kiss Eddie actually deserved.

And Eddie might not be a natural but he's a quick learner and Steve will sometimes very gently tell him to slow it down, or cool it with the tongue, and in no time Eddie's giving as well as he's getting and they make out a lot. A lot.

659 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#3

Babygirl Steve this, Scoops-Ahoy-era steddie that...

But no one's talking about Nancy stumbling into Scoops Ahoy after a day of shopping for outfits for her new job, and coming face to face with Robin Buckley in a sailor uniform????

Scoops Robin is Nancy's bisexual awakening and it takes them a year to meet again but in 1986 when Robin is in her room, going through Nancy's things, and Nancy's supposed to find them clothes to go speak with Victor Creel... All Nancy can think about is Robin in that stupid uniform and how easy it would be to pull her in by that red tie and kiss her lips...... And also how nice it would be to have Robin on her lap in those shorts, free access to her thighs.

She's looking for outfits for them in her closet, but her mind is in the gutter, wondering if Robin got to keep her old Scoops uniform.

1,162 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#2

After the world finally stops threatening to end, sometime in late 1989, Steve quietly gets a tattoo across his ribs. It’s something personal and private, something he just needs etched into his skin because to not have it there would feel like a lie. He feels disconnected from himself, he feels alone, he feels like bullshit. Going into Indianapolis for the weekend and shoving the handwritten line at a tattoo artist is the most human Steve has felt in forever. The sharp pain of the needle followed by the dull ache of the healing process finally grounds him.

No one but Robin hears about this, though. And turns out outside of saving the world, now that he doesn’t swim as much, Steve doesn’t have that many excuses to take his shirt off anymore. So, the tattoo is a secret by omission, and Steve is fine with that. It’s his thing, and it doesn’t have to be exposed for it to mean as much as it does.

And it does mean a lot. It’s a mark of a new beginning, something physical to prove to Steve he is still around and kicking. 

And after that, life feels livable again. He has his friends, his only real family. He is managing Family Video now, after the owner had moved out of town due to world-almost-ending experiences. He is finally settling into being someone he actually wants to be.

Most importantly, Steve keeps in touch with Eddie as much as he can. They’re hanging out on and off all the time, falling into an easy routine without either of them meaning to. And by 1990, before either of them knows what hits them, they’re fumbling in the backroom at Family Video, making out against a shelf, VHS tapes raining down on them like falling in love: fast, hard, unexpected.

It’s all a blur of finally expressing things they had been keeping hidden for too long. Sharing secrets at midnight, back and forth with the pass of a joint or two or five. And after they start, they couldn't stop even if they had wanted to. They need this good thing. And they both know too well how fast the shit hits the fan around them. So, they don’t care for taking things slow, not after years of dancing around each other. All this to say, it doesn’t take long at all for Eddie to find himself in Steve Harrington's bedroom.

He’s sitting against the headboard, watching as Steve gets rid of his clothes. He had been expecting an almost childish awkwardness from Steve, because Eddie knows he hadn't done this before, not with a man. Not that Eddie has that much experience to speak of himself, but he had come to terms with it way earlier. It doesn’t matter what he had expected though, because in truth Steve is smooth, sexy even. He removes his clothes with purpose and devastating eye contact. He gets rid of his pants, and then his shirt is coming off – finally, finally messing up that amazing head of hair of his.

Eddie almost gets too distracted by Steve's intensity to notice the tattoo. When he comes closer, though, Eddie places his hand over his ribs. Instinctively, he just has to look and see what his skin looks like against Steve's skin. And there it is, right by his fingers. Pitch black ink, already healed over, already fully Steve. The words are stark against his pale skin. I want to be adored. Eddie has the air knocked out of him.

Steve looks down, confused for a moment. "Wha-?" he starts to ask, but then his brain catches on. Steve feels self-conscious, kisses Eddie to distract him from what he'd found. He hadn't known this is how he would feel, had never felt ashamed or embarrassed of much about his appearance before. And this isn’t quite shame. But this is Steve, bared, naked, in ways that go above a state of undress.

Eddie breaks the kiss, hand splayed over Steve's chest. "Fuck, Steve. When did you get that?"

"A while back. It's nothing." It is everything. It means so much to Steve, he'd never have the words.

Eddie's eyes soften, skimming the words again and again. The smile that graces his lips is tiny, a kind little thing Steve usually only sees on his face whenever he is around the nuggets, Max or Dustin usually.

"I can make that happen," Eddie says, honesty dripping from his words. It isn’t his usual, larger than life rambling. This is Eddie seeing him, really seeing him.

"What?" Steve asks, to diffuse the tension. A self-sabotaging little jab at their clear connection, because he actually thinks he knows exactly what Eddie means.

"I can adore you, big boy," Eddie says, and his playful spark was back. He winks, pulling Steve close by the shoulders. He gets both of them on Steve's bed. Steve's chest aches.

"Shut up," he says, because he doesn’t know how to accept something like this. Doesn’t know how to process that anyone would care, that anyone would pay attention.

Eddie rolls his eyes at him, flips them on the bed so he can straddle Steve's hips. Eddie traces the ink on his skin like it is precious. He kisses Steve hard, kisses his love into his lips, pushes it into his mouth like he does his tongue.

"I do adore you," Eddie says later, after they're both tired and spent and sated. After sex has made things fuzzier. It feels so simple now. It is so true.

"Eddie," Steve starts, ready to tell Eddie about all the ways in which he, Steve, is fucked up. Instead: "Thank you."

"Hey, I got you."

And Eddie does, he really does.

1,725 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Eddie's Vecna song would be something completely unexpected. Even though he's not cursed, he'd leave a cassette ready, just in case. He would hand it to Steve, tell him to keep it in his back pocket.

When they save the world and all that horror is in their rearview, Steve finds his bloody pants in a pile under his bed, one week forgotten. Eddie's beat up cassette is tangled in the mess, and he's glad he checked the pockets.

He puts the tape on at a low volume, expecting heavy metal, deafening and loud.

Instead, the tape is a loop of All Of Me by Billie Holiday. At the end of the song, over the last chorus, a woman's voice crackles through, louder than the singing. "Hey, goodnight, baby. Mama loves you all the time."

Turns out the only recording Eddie has of his mother has been sitting in Steve Harrington's room. Eddie's been in hospital, hasn't had the chance to remember it with all the sleeping he's been doing (who knew extreme blood loss would really knock a guy out). But he trusted Steve with this precious thing, and the realization is all it takes for Steve to know once and for all he's in love.

Steve brings Eddie a walkman and earphones, and he sits by Eddie's bed while he listens. Eddie pauses the tape. They hold hands over the edge of his hospital bed, comfortable silence falling between them like a warm blanket over the room.

3,309 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

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[nav-iiee]

BIGBOYS SONG 2

Hey hey hey! sorry for the rather long notice. I was really really busy these past few weeks so i wasn't able to work on big boys that much. but here's song 2! ik nobody asking for these but i'm just sharing them for the sake of the art.

BigBoys: Song #2 “Is this right enough? / Take your shot!”

IN. ERI’S HOUSE

GALE:

“I’ve also been eyeing you for quite a while Bea… You have enamored me quite a bit”

BEA (VO):

“OH #%@&... Is this what they were talking about? Is this where I can truly become a proper woman?”

NARRATOR:

“A quick recap… Bea has entered this band as a bassist. Little does she know, this band is hiding a secret! Turns out one of the members, Gale Blanco has the power to turn into a Golden Fighter! I also do not know what that is… Bea also has a crush on this dude and… what's this? He shares the same feelings as her?!?!”

BEA: “I mean, I’ve liked you ever since we started our introductions like 2 months ago…”

GALE:

“I’ve liked you since we first talked, when you were trying to get into this band.”

BEA (VO): “Should I shoot my shot now? Should I do the first move? SHOULD I-”

GALE: “Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

BEA: “Uh…”

IN. SHABBY RESTAURANT

Rapid cut to restaurant

GALE: “Sorry I couldn’t take you somewhere fancy…”

BEA:

“Oh no it’s okay… I much prefer it like this.”

BEA (VO):

“In the end, he was the one who took the shot…”

GALE: “So… Let’s try to have a little small talk… Do you have any questions about me? I’ll also ask you some questions about you.”

BEA:

“Umm… Let’s see… What was that belt thing that came out of your pocket and strapped around your waist?”

GALE:

“And here I was thinking about how my day was… It’s the Teller Machine Driver. It takes a unique credit card that only my dad’s company can produce. It’s an expensive monster to feed, each fight could cost around $500,000 if I’m not careful…”

BEA (VO):

“He’s so dreamy!”

NARRATOR:

“Bea? Bea? Are you even listening?”

GALE:

“So, that’s my end. Time to ask you some questions… Have you always lived alone?”

BEA:

“Yes…”

GALE: “Have you dated anyone?”

BEA:

“One dude, back in high school. Honestly that’s the only memory I have of my high school days.”

GALE:

“How did he leave you?”

BEA:

“He said he wasn’t ready and said I deserve better, so he left on his own accord”

GALE:

“Damn… that’s odd. Okay, next question… Do you prefer flowers as gifts or chocolates?”

BEA: “I’m vegan, but I also don’t like flowers as gifts…”

GALE: “Vegan chocolate exists…”

BEA:

“Really?”

GALE:

“Chocolates are naturally vegan… Except for milk chocolate but that can also be replaced with vegan options…”

BEA:

“Ah! You learn something everyday…”

GALE:

“Okay, okay, last question. Has anyone ever told you you’re pretty?”

BEA: “Not yet…”

GALE: “You’re pretty.”

BEA (VO):

“DUDE… THAT’S SMOOTH!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!”

GALE:

“You are a very pretty woman.”

WAITER:

“Hello, sorry to bother the both of you but your food is ready.”

GALE:

“Oh! Well, go ahead and serve them, oh kind sir.”

BEA (VO): “He’s kind too… He’s totally my type! I’m so glad right now…”

They eat their dinner

BEA: “Say Gale, I have one more question.”

GALE:

“Go ahead.”

BEA: “Who was that Natalie girl?”

GALE:

“Natalie Gridman. I used to date her 7 months ago, but it ended pretty quickly. Her powers were also cool. BUt not as cool as you, Bea.”

BEA:

“That’s interesting”

BEA (VO): “He hangs around dangerous women… I wonder if I’ll turn up like them…”

MIND SEQUENCE:

*shows Bea walking on dead bodies with lasers coming out of her eyes.”

BEA (VO): “Probably not…”

GALE:

“She's not as pretty as you though, or as cool, or as kind, or as cute…”

BEA:

“Thanks Gale… I think you're cool too!”

They finish their dinner and Gale brings her to her apartment complex.

GALE: “Hey listen, I know we’re not doing anymore questions but I got one more.”

BEA:

“Alright! Ask away.”

GALE: “What’s your apartment number?”

BEA: “71.”

GALE:

“71… Alright! Now I know where you live. Thanks for the time Bea! See you next band practice…”

Car drives away

BEA: “Bye… Gale…”

She enters her apartment

BEA:

“The next practice is in-”

Sudden cut to Eri’s house

IN. ERI’S HOUSE

ERI:

“REMY! Have you not washed our dishes yet?”

REMY: “Sorry Eri, I’ll go do them now…”

BEA:

“You guys live together?”

ERI:

“Remy’s currently looking for an apartment to live in, he’s got the money, the job, and the will to live by himself. I can kind of tell he’s sick of living together with me.”

REMY:

“Yes I am.”

ERI:

“Anyways, Gale, have you finished that song we’ve been working on?”

BEA: “That song we performed a few days ago wasn’t new?”

ERI:

“Yeah! It has existed for like 3 months now.”

GALE: “It’s almost there, it’ll be stage ready in no time.”

REMY: “Speaking of stage, you sure those 5 OF HEARTS freaks won’t appear again?”

GALE:

“No they probably will, so I’m also bringing this with me.”

REMY:

“You always bring that with you at all times.”

GALE:

“Haha… yeah.”

REMY:

“Bea, can you come here for a quick second?”

ERI:

“Are you asking for help with those dishes?”

REMY: “Hell no!”

Bea approaches Remy

REMY: “How are you feeling with the band so far?”

BEA: “I feel super welcomed!”

REMY:

“Great… I just wanted to make sure since the last bassist that entered here left on his own since he didn’t feel like he belonged here. He was super mad at me for some reason.”

ERI:

“Is this about the last bassist?”

REMY: “AAAH!!! Eri! Don’t just sneak up on people like that!”

ERI: “See our little Remy here, he was kind of a dick back then. He did not listen to any directions coming from me or Gale. He deliberately played off beat in some performances. And he specifically had some troubles with the last bassist.”

REMY:

“That… kind of happened yea… But the ‘playing deliberately offbeat’? Not true!”

ERI:

“Oh really? But still, it wasn’t for ‘some reason’, I hope you understand that Remy…”

BEA (VO):

“Remy seems like he’s changed though, he seems a lot more timid, calm, and funny.”

GALE:

“I hope I didn’t miss any important story beats.”

ERI:

“We were just talking about the last bassist.”

GALE:

“Ahhh… Well, that one.”

BEA (VO): “Is he hiding something?”

GALE: “Welp, I think the song is near its completion. This will have some words from my mother tongue, Tagalog. Are you guys okay with that?”

BEA:

“I’d love that! My family's actually partly Filipino!”

REMY:

“Really?”

BEA: “Yea!”

NARRATOR:

“Her family has no Filipino blood, she was born in Michigan.”

GALE:

“Sorry this band practice wasn’t much of anything guys… I just wanted to discuss the song and our next performance…”

ERI:

“Isn’t that next month?”

REMY:

“Better to discuss now than later, I wouldn’t want it to sound like #&!@.”

ERI:

“You do have a point, Remy.”

BEA:

“Hehe, nice seeing you take things a bit more seriously Remy.”

REMY:

“Thanks Bea, I just want to have fun in this band y’know…”

GALE:

“stares at Remy weirdly… Yeah, it’s cool you’re doing that Remy.”

BEA (VO):

“He’s been looking at Remy weirdly… Is anything alright with him?”

Bea and Gale both leave Eri’s house later on. They both enter Gale’s car

IN. GALE’S CAR

BEA:

“Hey Gale, is anything bothering you?”

GALE: “With what?”

BEA:

“Maybe with the band? Or with Remy?”

GALE: “What? Me? Having beef with Remy? No… I’ve known the dude since college, we are basically great friends. Also, I’m fine Bea, thanks for worrying about me.”

BEA:

“Glad to hear it Gale…”

BEA (VO):

“I’ve finally gotten what I’ve been wanting for a while. If there truly is some god up there on down here, I thank you.”

NARRATOR: “I personally think this relationship is smooth sailing! Seeing the entire band happy with each other now truly makes my heart soothe. Next up on Song #3, they finally get to perform their song… Will there be a roadblock waiting for them in the end? Tune in next week to find out!”

They pass by her apartment

BEA:

“Wait, Gale, that was my apartment…”

GALE:

“I know, I’m taking you somewhere else.”

NARRATOR: “The Song’s not done yet? What are they up to…”

BEA (VO):

“HOLY $*&@!!! Is he taking me to his home? Or maybe somewhere else? Like a hotel or something? OH MY GOD”

IN. GALE’S HOME

They end up in his home, rather far away from her apartment

GALE:

“This is where I live… Do you want some coffee? Maybe some tea?”

BEA:

“Ah sure… Just add some cream please.”

Gale hands her the coffee he prepared for her. They both have a chat over some coffee.

BEA:

“Wow… This is a pretty big house…”

GALE:

“This is the smallest my dad could provide me haha…”

BEA (VO):

looks back “I WISH I HAD RICH PARENTS…”

BEA:

“Ah… ahem… why’d you bring me here?”

GALE: “I dunno, I just wanted to talk to you a lot more… And look at your pretty face a lot more… Just the two of us…”

BEA: “I mean it has been just a week since we’ve gone dating…”

GALE:

“You underestimate the human capability of forming a bond…”

BEA:

“Heh, I did not understand a single word you just said.”

GALE:

“What I meant was…”

Gale puts down his mug

GALE:

“We should solidify our relationship a bit more.”

BEA (VO):

“OKAY UMM… WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? ARE WE DOING IT OR NOT? I’VE BEEN EXPECTING IT BUT THIS FAST?”

NARRATOR:

“BEA! You can’t swear in this script. Oh wait, she can’t hear me.”

Gale approaches Bea, he starts to get closer, and closer, until their eyes finally lock on to each other.

BEA:

“Go ahead.”

GALE:

“Huh?”

BEA:

“Go ahead, Gale.”

GALE:

“Alright then.”

A soft yet masculine scent fills the room. Gale leans in for a kiss. cue this song https://www.bandlab.com/post/4ae4b5b6-ff6c-ef11-bdfd-000d3a980db3

BEA (VO):

“His lips are soft. His arms are caring, yet tough. This is what I’ve been yearning for…”

they make out lol we had to cut out a significant amount of this cuz if we allow all this, we’d bump our age rating – writing staff

IN. GALE’S BEDROOM

Bea wakes up in the middle of the night to see Gale dressing up

GALE:

“You should stay here for a bit… It’s horribly cold outside.”

BEA: “Mmm”

GALE:

“Hehe, you are cute. Like, horribly cute.”

BEA:

“Hehe, mmm”

BEA (VO):

“We just made out, it felt, it felt, like something.”

NARRATOR:

“Okay, I think the Song’s finally over. That was WAY overdue and uncomfortable… AHEM, as I said, Next up on Song #3, they finally get to perform their song… Will there be a roadblock waiting for them in the end? Tune in next week to find out!”

OUT. BEA’S APARTMENT, MORNING

NARRATOR:

“IT’S STILL NOT OVER???”

GALE:

“See you next time okay”

BEA:

“Okay Gale, Thanks for having me!”

BEA (VO):

“We actually made out, we’re an actual couple now… That’s hard to believe but our bond is as solid as it could be.”

Bea approaches her room

BEA:

“Huh? Why won’t the door unlock?”

She’s scrambling her bag to look for her phone. She then calls her landlord.

BEA:

“Hello? HUH?! I’VE BEEN KICKED OUT?!?”

NARRATOR:

“Our first roadblock has hit our beloved Bea.” 

SONG #2 END

CREATOR NOTES:

That's all I wrote! Very "mellow" song over all... I don't think this Gale dude is a great dude at all.

With the whole "Bea as a dude" thing, it could work out, but I'd want her to be more of a person who does not know how to be a person, being fully taken advantage of by a lot of people she talks to.

[pigckle]

EXOTIC CAT FOUND UNDER CAR! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

[gaypirate420]

Informant // Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne x male!reader.

Reader is a very feminine man, if this may cause you dysphoria please don't read it.

Summary: Batman is very found about an informant.

July 14th.

The streets of Gotham were calmer tonight, my informant was exited to remember me that today two years ago we met.

He called it our "bativersary" and remarked the good pair we are, he is a good company on the night, he risks a lot for me and I've grown attached to him.

I, as Bruce, invited him to a date yesterday, he said he is used to men paying him for going out with him.

I hope he realizes that I didn't want him as and arm candy and I hope that he legitimately enjoyed my company as Bruce as much he enjoys Batman's company, I still payed him a large amount, so he doesn't have to go out with other men or work as a dancer on a bar again for a while.

I'm afraid that he is starting to find about my identity, he is very smart and observant, he loves to play games with me.

His favorite is "who's the bat?" He says is for training, so I don't flinch or get uncomfortable at the mention of my real name or physical description.

Probably the date wasn't the best idea, any suspicion he had could have been confirmed.

You didn't know what do to with the amount of money Bruce Wayne gave to you after your date.

You felt bad, he wasn't a man you wanted to take advantage of, he was truly sweet and a gentleman.

You didn't have to go work today or probably the following day either, but you still wanted to see Batman, he says you help him a lot.

It was around 5:00 AM and you started to walk down the street, you thought about him.

Will he be hungry? Probably yes, it's very late and he stays up all night.

Batman waited on a roof, he was eyeing a couple of dudes who were causing trouble, they looked drunk.

"Hi, Batman." You greeted from behind him, he turned around and you smiled at him.

"What are you doing up here?" He asked, how did you got so silent with those heels?.

"I buyed you lunch, bigboy!" You said, he looked at your hands, you were holding two boxes, two happy meals.

"I thought that maybe— you'll be hungry and I heard something about Miss Sugar, the one from the robbery of last week." You said sitting down on the edge, you zipped your jacket up and opened your meal.

"Thank you—for the food." He said softly, you nodded and grabbed a fry, you took out the toy first.

"I hope you like Hello Kitty." You said smiling, he actually sat down with you and grabbed his toy.

"Mine's a chef." You said showing him the little figure.

"Mine is a teacher." He said softly, you put your figurine next to his, for a man who punches criminal with such rage he is surprisingy soft around you.

"Guess whaaaaat." You said shyly, he hummed.

"I had a date." You said, your tone was like if you did something wrong.

"With who?" He asked.

"Bruce Wayne." You said, his eyes flashed from yours and the street, you hide a smirk.

"Hm, and how was it?" He asked softly.

"Great! He's the only man that hasn't tried to get under my pants, he is shy and very secretive, he is very very respectful." You said with a smile that didn't got unoticed by the vigilante.

"Hm, that's great" He said shortly.

"I'm still wondering how he got my personal number though." You said taking a sip of your soda.

Fuck.

He forgot that you have two phones, one for your services and other for him, friends and family.

"Probably one of the waiters at the bar gave it to him, I've seen him on there a couple of times." Batman said, that is the longest response you have gotten from him in two years.

"Yeah it's probably that, why do I investigate everything? You're attitude is rubbing off on me" You joked, he smiled very discreetly, you giggle and he meets eyes with you, you winked at him.

"Batboy look up there!" You pointed, he stood up, a drunk man was trying to get into an apartment, he is struggling but Batman isn't going to wait for him to open the window.

"Stay here." He says and point his hook, you grabbed the hello kitty figurines and put it on your backpack.

"I want to swim on that thing" You said casually, he looks at you, you looked him with puppy eyes and sighed.

"Look at the dude, he isn't a threat, let's have fun." You said with a smile, he looked again and the man almost tripped, he extended his arm and you ran to him.

Your arms are wrapped on his shoulder.

He hesitantly wraps his arm on your waist.

This isn't the first time he has you this close but everytime you touch him there's a feeling inside him, warm.

"hold on tight." He ordered, you did and secured your head on his neck.

"HOLY SHIT" You screamed while you hold on him for dear life, he didn't emitted a sound, just a low grunt when you finally step on floor again.

Batman did his batman thingy while you catched your breath.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly.

"That was amazing!" You said with a smile.

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A/N: hope you like it, I already have part 2 written lmao.

[idjitlili]

The wrong type of charmer

Steve Harrington x reader, slight Billy Hargorve x reader.

Summary: after falling for Billy's charm you agreed to go on date with him. Only to find him getting it on with another girl. Eddie quickly comes to comfort you, Steve and you begin to ' date which angers Billy as Steve is everything he hates.

Request: yes, changed a bit though.

Word count: 1939

Warnings: language, douche bag Billy. Insecure reader.

A/n: I'm terrible , I don't know how to end anything. nOT MY IMAGES , POOR COLLAGE MADE.

You knew what Billy was like, hell everyone did, it was the most obvious thing ever. He was the definition of a player, man whore, womaniser whatever you want to call it. It was incredible stupid to crush on a guy like him.  Just go back to your bedroom and fantasise about Rob Lowe! Save yourself some hurt. Of course you didn't.  Stupid, tight jeans , long hair and piercing eyes.

Maybe, he came after you just to cross you off, or maybe it was because you hadn't given him the time of day and he loves a challenge. Only getting you when you were caught walking home in a storm and he had offered you a ride. You shouldn't have taken the ride, should've just got struck by lightning.  You had only went on one date, one date.

The date consisted him taking you to eat fast food in a middle of a random field. Texas chainsaw massacre? You wished. He had been sweet , he actually talked to you and listened.  Used those cheap petnames that he used on all girls.  It made things worse. At the end of the date he wanted to kiss you but you had declined, and he had asked you if you would go out with him again and again you agreed. You wished you hadn't. 

Maybe, it's because he didn't get the kiss or anything further that he went looking for more. Maybe, he brought you to a random party just so he'd get caught. Which brought you to now.When you had gotten to the party with Billy he had ditched you almost immediately. 

Standing the door way of a bedroom watching Billy pound into a girl. He wasn't naked no, the girl however, her clothes were ripped all over the place, exposing her to the world. Billy had heard you come in, oh you knew he did when he turned to look at you smirking , though the smirk had dropped when he realised it was you. 

"Fuck you, " The words slipping out your mouth before you could think.  He hadn't stopped when you left , he didn't care.

You should've known, you did know. If you wanted a hot guy that was charming and hot as fuck you should've went after Dean Winchester. He would never treat a women like Billy did.You didn't cry, as you ran down the stairs and out the door smacking into Steve Harrington.

Steve who was out of place at the party, party Steve didn't exist anymore. He'd much rather pig out on Kfc and watch a movie with his friends these days.  His hands gripping your shoulders stopping you flying down the porch, his eyes latched to yours.

"Y/n?"

Steve and you were close, best friends, ever since he had became babysitter Steve. Working alongside him and Robin at family video over summer. Steve the hair Harrington had been single for a long time other than one of dates that never went well. Hard to understand why when Steve always was a sweetheart, treated women as he should, above and beyond generally. Yes, he had a reputation,  King Steve. So, he liked to get it on in the bathroom sometimes, he's a bigboy it's his nature. But with you, Steve was different.

He didn't know about the date you had with Billy, you didn't think it would last ( and you were right clearly) and you knew he wouldn't approve.  Let's be honest you knew you had developed a small crush on him, so seeing Billy being a douche didn't hurt as much as it could.

"Oh, hi Steve."  Speaking after composing yourself, his eyebrows crunched together, shocked to see you at a party. His eyes only leaving you when the door had slammed open and Billy who was not sober had began making his way towards you.

Grabbing on Steve you pulled him with you down the steps of the of porch.

"Where do you think you're going with my girl, Harrington?"  His words slightly slurred as he chugged the rest of the bear in his can before tossing it. That's a disgusting habit, littering.  Steves eyes going from you to Billy, who was stomping towards you both.

"We are not together Billy, you made that perfectly clear." Steve may of not liked the words that came out of Billy's or your mouth but he still shouted a range of foul words at Billy before leading you to his car and speeding off. 

"What the fuck." Glancing at you birelfy before turning back to the road, his knucles white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You decided not reply as he was going to break out into a rant.

"What the actual fuck, y/n? Why did Billy call you his girl? Wait, Tell me you didn't sleep with him? "

"No, I didn't." Looking out the window, the streetlights lighting up the pathment, that fact was a relief to both you.

"I don't know Steve, he was sweet when we had a date. Should've known he would've go off with someone else." Resting his hand on your thigh, he squeezed gently.

"Why him?"

"You don't get it, Steve. Feeling like no one will ever like you. Christ, you're Steve Harrington, you'll never know what is it like. Who wouldn't love you. Imagine you're me and someone finally shows a little bit of interest in you. Steve, I really liked him." You explained, picking at your fingers. Latching onto the door handle as Steve sharply pulled over, eyes widening at Steve's actions. Turning to you immediately after parking.

"You, oh my, Y/n/n , you're so silly to think you're anything less than so fucking beautiful. " His voice soft as his he brings his hand up to your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, your eyes latched with his chocolate ones. His hand dropping to hold yours.

"Fuck, truthfully, Y/n. I wish weren't friends. The real reason all my dates haven't been working out, is because I can't get you out of my fucking head. I wish I had told you before you went to Billy because you deserve so much better than Billy and I. " His thumb caressing over the back of your hand as his words stumbled out into a confession.

"W-what? Are you telling me you like?" Steve tilted his head as his lips curled up into a nervous smile nodding.

Cheeks going up in flames as your stomach twisted nerves jolting as you leaned forward pressing your lips to his in a quick peck. Waiting for any reaction on his face out than his mouth gapping open.

"Tell me how you feel." His words nervous as he scanned your face, he didn't want to be used like Nancy had used him when she didn't feel the same. Pausing to ponder, you had always pushed your feelings off claiming it was just because well Steve is hot and you were attached becayse he was your friend.

"I thought I loved you as my best friend, but now I realise I love because i'm in love you." Your eyes now fixed onto your lap again, heat rushing cheeks in embarrassment.

His surprising soft hands lifting your face to meet his eyes, his lips pressing against yours for a moment before you had reciprocated , his lips moves against your. Your hands moving up Steves arms into his hair, running though the ends, his hands gripped on your waist. Pulling away for a moment.

" I love you." His lips against your against yours once more, pulling away completly, his hand interlaced with yours.

"You know what would really bug Billy?" Steve had spoke breaking the comfortable silence.

"What?"

"If Billy saw us together, he hates me and the fact I'm with someone he couldn't get," pausing to let out a hefty laugh "he'd be so pissed."

"More like he'd beat you to a pulp again. "

"You know what probably, but I'll still have you." Pressing another kiss to your lips Steve smiles softly at you.

When you say Billy next he had tried so hard to charm you into forgiving you.

"Awe c'mon, babe. We weren't even exclusive, it was one date. We could be if you just say yes." Billy had cornered you at arcade when picking Max up. His less than innocent glances towards you caused goosebumps to erupt all over your body. Choosing not to respond to Billy you had just glared at him.

"Give me another shot, I'll be the god of your orgasm, exclusively I promise."

"Oh ew, fuck off, you mullet wearing asshole. " spitting your words at Billy, his smile dropped as ducked under his arms rushing away.

It didn't stop there, there were multiple incidents where Billy had came up to you, to try convince you.

Steve had taken you to get ice cream, eating it on the hood his car, the two of you waiting for the kids to come out of school.

"Do you want to trying some of mine, it's really good and I would know I tried all the flavours at scoops." Steve had gushed, his free hand wrapped around your waist holding you tightly, your legs thrown over his thighs.

Holding his ice cream cone out for you, you had went to try it but before you could Steve pushed the ice cream into your nose covering it with icecream.

"Steve!" His laughs dying down, as his face straightened watching you search your pockets for a tissue.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get it for you." Before you could process, Steve had pressed his lips to your nose brielfy before pulling awau and licking his lips. It didn't work at all and Steve wiped the remaining of with his sleeve.

"Nah, I'm still trying it." Latching over Steve's hand you had licked the cone as Steve watched. Unknowingly to both you Billy uad gotten there before both you ( otherwise you would've heard the car) and had been watching the whole time tapping his fingers against the door.

Steve had pulled you between his legs, one arm wrapped around you, Whispering into your ear.

"Well, looky here, huh? Really? You could've had everything, babe." Eyes widening at Billy stopd in front you, glaring.

"Yeah, don't know why anyone would want all the STDs," Steve had coughed out, lifting you from between his legs back onto his hood as he sized up to Billy.

"What did you fucking say?" Spitting at Steve he went to grab Steve's shirt, you stood in between the two pushing him back.

"Whu don't you go fuck your dad some more, you insecure little boy , you can't even handle being rejected."

Okay so your words may have been harsh and Billy was like zero seconds away from knocking you about when all the kids had rushed up to the three of you. Or maybe he wasn't maybe he was so embarrassed that you were right that.

Either way, you weren't Billy's but he would try, he would do anything in his power to sway you. But for now you were with Steve.

[cookiesuga55]

Chub Tae Fit Kook because we need them

Thin fit Kook having a thing for big softie marshmallow boys is CUTE

Lemme explain... tiny waist muscled JK goes for a jog and sees bigboi Tae monchin on a massive pastry plopped on a picnic blanket in the park. Fit Kook almost biffs it from how pretty the man is- round and soft- with a hand resting on his tummy as he eats. He watches the fluffy cutie toss little crumbs to the colorful songbirds hopping around. Jungkook realizes that he's staring... more like ogling. He quickly gets moving again on his route and tries to get the delicious-looking man out of his mind as he focuses on the rhythm of his breath and pumping of his legs.

But, an hour later, when he's circled his entire running path and jogging back through the park to get home, he finds that the cute man is still in the same place. He's got a sketchbook propped up and an empty pastry box next to him from the bakery down the street. Kook tries very hard not to stare at the way the man's round belly is pooled in his lap as he draws.

In a rush of impulse, Jungkook jogs over, wondering what the hell he's doing. And before he can even think it though, he's saying, "hey."

The round man looks up at where Jungkook awkwardly stands. He's got big curious eyes, strong lips, full cheeks, a head of curly brown hair, and a cute freckle on his lip. It only takes a second before his concentrated drawing face is shifting into a friendly boxy smile, and his eyes are squinting adorably.

Kook has to keep his breath from hitching at how gorgeous he is.

"Hi!" He says cheerily, like he isn't talking to a complete stranger.

Jungkook realizes that he's covered in sweat, his nylon long-sleeve plastered to his chest and biceps uncomfortably, and his hair is dripping from running hard. He probably doesn't smell great either. He mentally chides himself for not talking to this cutie before his cardio workout back when he first saw him. He would have been clean and clear-headed and maybe even... attractive? He wouldn't be soaked with sweat like he is right now, and his heart wouldn't be racing from sprinting for the past hour.

"I um-" he mumbles smartly, now unsure what to do with himself. His cheeks feel warm. How do people even flirt? This is terrifying.

The soft man tilts his head, expression shifting back into concern. "Hey, is everything okay? Do you need help?" How is he being so sweet to a stranger? Jungkook would think that a person doing what he's doing right now is a freaking psycho.

It just falls out of him. "You're really cute." What the hell, Jungkook?

The man's expression changes so quickly it's almost comical. It looks like he's been slapped. "Huh?" He blinks hard.

Oh fuck. Jungkook cannot believe he just said that. He really considers turning on his heel and sprinting away.

Instead, he repeats that fact. Even if his voice dies off with his burst of confidence fizzling away. "I- um- I said you're really cute..." His cheeks feel even hotter.

"Me?" The guy's eyebrows shoot up and he points to his chest. Jungkook almost cracks a joke along the lines of 'no, I was talking to the pigeons.'

He swallows hard and bucks up his courage, but, like everything, it doesn't come out quite right. "Yeah- You're gorgeous and I'm awkward and I think you're really really pretty and I'm sorry that I'm terrible at all of... you know," he waves his hands in the air like nervous moths.

"Flirting?" the man finishes for him, and gives a cute giggle.

Jungkook nods silently, cheeks hot.

"Let me make it easy for you," the guy moves the empty pastry box and pats the small space left next to him on the picnic blanket. He motions for Jungkook to sit down next to him.

Somehow, his feet move forwards and he successfully sits down, heart slamming in his chest for a completely different reason than his workout.

The man lifts a chubby hand and delicately brushes some falling strands of hair off of Jungkook's forehead, looking at him with sincere intensity. He smiles, cute and boxy, radiant and kind, and... Jungkook thinks he might just melt on the damn spot.

"We'll start simple," the man murmurs in his honey deep voice, "My name is Kim Taehyung..."

[sdv-mostly-shane]

Would you be willing to do some general Shane NSFW headcanons? 🥺

YES this will be my absolute pleasure~

My HC is that Shane is the shortest but biggest of the bachelors-he’s burly, beefy, muscular (from all that ranch work), and has a big pudgy-but sturdy-belly. As the resident bigboy, he has a member to match.

He doesn’t like how he looks, but is super flustered when the farmer sees him shirtless for the first time, and is majorly turned on just from the hungry look in the farmers eye.

His libido was super low when the farmer first came to town (depression and alcoholism can do that to ya), but once he started talking to someone, he was able to be a bit more balanced with some medication and cognitive rehabilitation.

First time he got a surprise erection in years was when the farmer showed up to the saloon, panting from running there, covered in sweat and flushed cheeks. He had to hide behind the barstool when they came bounding up to talk to him

Is love starved, so is absolute putty in the farmers hands when they finally get together.

One of his biggest turn ons is smell. Sweat, new perfumes/colognes, and scented candles really put him in the mood.

Dom/switch. He likes to start in control, but will absolutely let the farmer take the lead. He finds it a little funny when the farmer tries to be rough with him, since his pain tolerance is so high, but actually really enjoys it when they put some weight behind it

Secretly a masochist

But will never admit to it and will happily reside in his grumpy cuddle bear mode until he gets the hint that you’re ready and then will push you up against the wall, hands pinned above your head, daring you to break free and show him who’s boss

Actually very gentle unless you explicitly request it, and even then is tentative at first (especially when you first get together)

Is a very soft, loving, and generous lover. Sex is fun, but have you ever had a deep and fulfilling emotional connection?

Either 3 minutes or 40 minutes, there’s no inbetween

Usually the big spoon but will find a way to squeeze into the little spoon on cold nights

Once he’s really comfortable, he’s down to try almost anything once-finds out he’s really into nipple play and oral.

He doesn’t not want you to show up to the Joja mart in a stereotypical big coat and nothing on but lingerie underneath... but he’d also be way too flustered and embarrassed to do anything about it (oh but just wait until he gets home)

Favor part of sex is the sticky cuddling afterwards

[isabeljkim]

LN: Homecoming is Just Another Word for the Sublimation Of The Self

DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE STORY HERE.

People assume that Homecoming is autobiographical or reflects my emotions in that the main character’s perspective is my own. I think this happens a lot when someone writes Immigrant Narratives, and I have a hard time saying “hey people shouldn’t do that” because I also think that a lot of time the application of the self into the story is true. But when people have talked to me about Homecoming, they’ve assumed a specific background/state of mind for me which isn’t necessarily accurate. 

It’s a pretty personal story for me in that I dropped a lot of cosmetic details about my history into the story, but not a personal story for me in that I don’t think it reflects any sort of immigrant angst that I feel, only sort of a clean desire to explain to those who have non-diaspora lives that diaspora is complicated and people don’t always feel the way you think they should feel about it. My goal with the story was to really just drive home the thesis that diaspora is messy, you don’t get to choose who you become, the line between foreigner and homeland is thin, America is like a worm that gets into your brain, please experience being uncomfortable for 6000 words, I am not here to play.

I feel a weird need to disclose that I’m not technically an immigrant. Everyone who reads this assumes I am, but I was born in NJ, and my parents lived in the states for 20 years before they had me…but I spent a lot of my childhood in Korea because my dad got a job in Korea right before I was born. I spent the first ten years of my life shuttling between California and Korea because he was a professor at universities in both countries, though I went to school in Korea. I call myself 1.5 gen, haha. I’m an edge case. 

This story was one of those cases where I wrote something kind of sad and I thought “this isn’t that sad” and everyone I showed it to was like “dude this is sad as shit” and I was like “oh is it sad?” because I considered the story more about the tension between the decisions about your life that you get to choose, versus the ones that are chosen for you, and I didn’t feel that was particularly sad as much as it is one of the clean realities of life: a lot of the choices that create who you are get made for you. 

I wrote this story because I felt that I hadn’t read any immigrant/second generation narratives that talked about the tension between the fact that we live in a global world and it’s not hard anymore to return places, held against the fact that you can never actually return to somewhere you last left, and the compounding fact the person you are has changed in the intervening time so that they would be unrecognizable to the self you left behind. 

I felt that there wasn’t a story for Guys Like Me, who went to Korea most summers after moving to the states until they stopped and then eventually realized that they had turned into someone who can confidently say “I’m from New Jersey” rather than tentatively say “I’m from New Jersey?” and what that means about loss and change. 

I also wrote this story because I thought “haha wouldn’t it be fucked up if immigration worked like github instancing?”

I don’t know if I’m going to write more things about Korea Stuff. This is my first bigboy publication (but check out my game at Sub-Q!! It’s good!!) and I don’t want to get pigeonholed as a diaspora writer/asian things specifically by the market. I am just some guy who likes wizards and lasers. I am kind of an ambivalent asian. i just go here. You just think I go here because I’ve got the eyes and hair and skin tone. 

The folktale about the knife, fisherman, is a bastardized version of a folktale I heard in elementary school, which I couldn’t find online even though I searched for it quite a bit. There’s a lot of stories about “guy goes to the fae court under the sea, comes back, oh shit, time has passed,” but I made up all the stuff about the knife, the killing of the self, etc. Based on a real story though! That’s real! 

I named Soyoung after my childhood best friend, who I’ve lost touch with for the last decade on account of her living in Korea and me moving permanently to the states. Don’t read too much into that. Claire Soyoung Ko if you’re out there…..

I accidentally named Jungwon after one of my cousins because I forgot it was his name because I always call him by his American name and now I can’t show him the story because it has his name in it. I swear this wasn’t on purpose.

In the first draft, Soyoung was bisexual, but I couldn’t fit that fact in the final draft. Know in your heart that this is true and canon, though.

The grandfather’s apartment, the Shinsegae department store basement, and the grandfather’s gravesite are all based on my actual human grandpa’s apartment/grave/places near it, and it was really just an exercise in nostalgic laziness that I described places I was pretty intimately familiar with. (If you want to know something meta that’s a little sad and strange related to the story: my family is talking about what to do with my grandfather’s grave now, because it’s too far from most of the family for them to visit. We’re trying to figure out where to take my grandparent’s ashes. I learned about this a month after my story was published and felt some kind of way).

Homecoming really is the best example I’ve written of how a story is sad or happy depending on where you end it. I ended it at the saddest moment. Soyoung’s life ends up pretty good! Soyoung ends up happy mostly, in the way that happiness is a mutable state for most people.

I cannot stress enough that Dr. Crouton, best cat, does get sent for and Soyoung DOES get her cat back. This is fucking crucial.

I always think about doing more with this story, because I think it’s an interesting concept that says a lot about migration/diaspora/immigration stuff, but I hesitate because I don’t know if I’m the best writer to write a story about this.