#but literally feel free to send in for any character

[vrystalius]

I know i just requested with weird nicknames for squid game characters.

But I want to see their reaction to your wallpaper being them or being another person. Literally obsessed with what you write its so cute. Take my heart ❤️

Squid Game men’s reaction for putting them as your phone’s wallpaper.

They randomly check your phone one day and find a picture of themselves staring back. How will they react? What kind of wallpaper do they have?

Pairing: Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu x gn!reader

Summary: You putting them as your phone wallpaper, them putting you as their phone wallpaper

Genre: Fluff, maybe a little angst in Nam-gyu’s part (mention of drug use)

Words: 800 per character

Note: I wrote this during my medicine and head concussion induced haze, forgive me for any inconsistencies or mistakes 😭🙏 Also, the middle pictures are a suggestion as what said wallpaper could be.

Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // Salesman

— Choosing you as your wallpaper. —

Mostly surprise and confusion spread swirled in his mind the first time he stared back at himself in the form of your phone wallpaper. He never thought you’d screenshot this picture let alone use it as your wallpaper because c’mon— let’s be honest, you could’ve chosen any other picture of him and yet you decided on this.

It’s weird. Gong Yoo feels a little watched as he tries to find the food delivery app on your phone while having his own eyes stare back at him.

Although he had grown more and more fond of it every time he opened your phone anew. He sees how you grin a little when turning on your screen, how you sometimes giggle when you stare at it for too long. Sometimes you show it off to him and complain about he barely ever wears any skincare masks anymore.

“So you can have a new wallpaper? I don’t think so. My skin is fine for now, thank you darling.”

To be really honest, he finds it incredibly endearing that you chose him as your wallpaper, especially a picture like this. He thinks of himself as a sophisticated, charming, handsome salesman that lures desperate people into a death game and messes with homeless people in his free time, but you seemingly just see him as your soulmate, the love of your life, your husband.

— Choosing you as his wallpaper. —

Two months into the relationship and after a couple of dates, Gong Yoo already set you as his phone wallpaper. It was nice to have a reminder looking back at him to text you, check in on you, give you a call or even come by for dinner. A reminder that he has a special someone to care and love for.

He switches his wallpaper up every few weeks or months, wanting to keep it updated to your appearance. His chosen pictures are mostly intimate ones, snaps he takes while you are being unaware of how cute, attractive or adorable you look.

Pictures like when you are asleep on the couch in his arms after watching a movie, you after waking up and sleepily brushing your teeth in the mirror, you showing your back to him while waiting for the microwave to finish heating up the cheap convenience food, maybe even you stuffing your face with ice cream after a long day.

Whatever picture he may choose (much to your dismay), it always makes him smile to himself no matter the situation. Even if another homeless person asks him for spare change or those two random mobsters tried to jump him in an alleyway and now he was forced to “get rid of them”, a quick glance on his phone and seeing a cute picture of you immediately forces a smile to break out on his face.

The sight of their kidnapper smiling at his phone so lovingly while they were tied up and playing rock-paper-scissors for their lives probably made the two men shit their pants more than feeling the barrel of a revolver being pressed against the side of their head.

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

— Choosing him as your wallpaper. —

At first, Thanos reeeaaaallly disliked the picture you chose as your wallpaper. It was just a random reaction picture he send you one day about something he doesn’t even remember, and you went ahead and chose this as your phone wallpaper? Seriously?! Can’t you choose something more handsome, flattering?

He even offered to pose properly for you so you have a better pic to use, but after Thanos obviously started mewing and tried his absolute best to look as attractive as possible (which he already is but shhh), your boyfriend got extremely offended when you started laughing at his posing.

Your boyfriend gave up after a few attempts of secretly changing your wallpaper and seeing you pout every time he did, changing it right back to the one before.

If you really like it that much, fine. Just don’t let anyone see that you have that as your phone wallpaper, or else his rapper persona will never be able to recover from being exposed like that.

You don’t even understand why he is being so dramatic about your wallpaper anyway.

“I look hella ugly there, c’mon baby! Work with me here!! Here, lemme pose for you real quick so you can change that thing.”

Although it does flashbang you in the middle of the night when you turn on your phone, the brightness of the picture vaporising your eyes in an instant. It’s not the most pleasant thing to look at first thing in the morning but you still think he looks kinda cute in the pic.

— Choosing you as his wallpaper. —

He was careful to choose the prettiest picture of you he can find and the proceed to show it off to everyone he meets. Thanos even showed you off to Nam-gyu multiple times, forgetting that he already showed his friend the same picture four times now. Nam-gyu is already totally looking forward to next week when Thanos shows you off again.

Your boyfriend grins like a child whenever he glances at his phone for too long, falling in love with your picture all over again.

He changes his wallpaper every week so he always has something cute to look at after performing at another underground club or while doing whatever, sometimes getting distracted from searching for a certain app and instead ending up scrolling through either your social media account or his photo library to search for more pics of you.

Whenever you catch Thanos grin at his phone again, your first instinct is to glance over his shoulder to check what exactly he is looking at, but he immediately closes his phone when you do. At first you thought he might be looking at some random girl’s profile or whatever, but when you open it up and find yourself staring back, you’re kind of surprised to be honest.

Although, he always denies that he really cares about his wallpaper. Your boyfriend is totally choosing it at random and totally does not match his lock screen with his homescreen and mostly chooses pictures of you two together, you kissing his cheek or him holding you. Not at all!

Nam-gyu // Player 124

— Choosing you as your wallpaper. —

You choose a rather cute picture as your wallpaper. You took it during one of your first dates where you dragged him to a festival that was being held near your home, dragging Nam-gyu there against his will. Back then he had shorter hair, wore his glasses more frequently. Back then he was a little shy believe it or not, at least when it came to romance.

He used more before he met you, being around alcohol and drugs at all times due to his occupation. It kind of came with his job and the circle of friends he was around, so before meeting you, there was barely any day he wasn’t high or having a hangover from some random drug.

Nam-gyu never noticed you had this picture as your phone wallpaper until he accidentally grabbed your phone, thinking it was his. Seeing this picture in particular gave him a brief jumpscare.

You took this picture after he managed to scrap out the star shape out of the sugar cookie he bought from a random stand during the festival. His hair was shorter back then and he wore his glasses more frequently, the mask a reminder of how times were 5 years ago. He struggled staying clean during that time and always felt like shit wich is why he didn’t want to go to the festival in the first place.

He didn’t even know you took this picture of him despite him fully looking at the camera. A small smile spread on his face at the thought of you really choosing a picture like this as your phone wallpaper.

Quickly putting your phone down, Nam-gyu quickly played off his reaction as he hard you come into the room.

“I’m smiling about nothing, shaddup. Go back to wherever you came from.”

With a dismissive hand wave, he tried to shoo you away. His attempts were futile as you instead pull him into a clingy hug, instead demanding cuddles instead. Who was he to deny your wish?

— Choosing you as his wallpaper. —

Nam-gyu likes taking 0.5x zoom pictures of you from above and choosing them as his phone wallpaper, pushing you away as you try to protest and stop him from putting them as his wallpaper because seriously, he can literally choose any other pic!

You can hear quiet, evil “hehe”s from the corner of the room whenever you two are together and he turns on his phone, briefly turning it around so you can see what he was giggling so stupidly at, only for him to giggle harder at the sight of your unamused face.

Even if he mainly chooses those pictures as his phone wallpaper to annoy you, he likes having a stupid picture of you always available to him.

Some shitty guy searching for a fight at the club? Quick glance at your face at a 0.5x zoom makes him crack a smile right after. Thanos called him Nam-su, Gyu-nam or literally anything else but his name again? Turning his phone on lightens his mood immediately.

Sure, a flattering or cute picture of you would have the same effect on him, but this is much funnier in his opinion.

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

HAPPY LATE VALETINES DAYYYYYYY!!!! Since tumblr limits your tags to 30 tags per post I always have trouble tagging all of the Squid Game men, so I decided to split this one prompt into two posts. If this gets enough attention / love, I’ll post a part 2 with Dae-ho, Gi-hun and In-ho! Also, thank you for requesting, I needed a break from writing my smut draft 😭

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔑𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫 Mike Schmidt x male reader

Summary: A request that I received from a friend of mine. “Abby forces the reader and Mike to roleplay with her, with Abby being the personal royal guard, reader the prince and Mike an assassin. Both of them notice the tension between them especially when Mike has to kidnap the reader and interrogate him, but of course there's a child around so they push the thought to the side, that is until that night where Mike or the reader starts the roleplaying by being their character, then smut ensues.”

Tags: Part 13 of this series of Mike Schmidt x male reader but can be read as a standalone as usual. No use of Y/N. Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike. Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Mike is a perfect grumpy older brother. Lots of sensual tension. Smut. Fluffy smut. Top Mike. Dom Mike. Bottom reader. Roleplay but nothing too explicit. Anal sex.

Words count: 3500

Part 1-Part 2- Part 3-Part 4-Part 5-Part 6-Part 7-Part 8 -Part 9-Part 10-Part 11-Part 12

Abby is absolutely beaming as she stands before you, her arms wrapped around your left arm, vibrating with excitement. Her makeshift paper weapons crinkles slightly as she shifts, puffing out her chest like a true knight standing guard before their royal charge.

"You have nothing to fear, Your Highness!" she declares, squeezing your arm with all the strength she had. "I’ll protect you from the evil forces that threaten this kingdom!"

You try to keep a straight face, but the energy radiating off of her is infectious. The grin you're holding back finally breaks free and you laugh.

"I feel safer already," you tell her, earning a proud nod.

Across the room, Mike sits slouched against the couch, arms crossed, brows furrowed in deep, long-suffering irritation. He watches the two of you with a deadpan expression that only deepens as Abby tightens her grip around your arm, glancing at him with barely contained amusement.

"And as for you, assassin—"she says, turning her sharp gaze toward her older brother, spitting the word out like it personally offends her, "—if you dare lay a single hand on the prince, you will not escape me!"

Mike lets out the longest, most exasperated sigh you've ever heard.

"Why am I always the bad guy?" he grumbles, slouching even further.

"Because you're perfect for it!" Abby fires back at her older brother without missing a beat.

Mike levels a dry, unimpressed look at her. "Perfect for it?"

You let out a snort and Abby dissolves into giggles, her arms tightening around yours as she leans against you for support. The two of you laugh together, your shoulders shaking, and Mike watches, lips pressing into a flat line.

His gaze flickers toward you, it lingers just a little too long.

Something about that look sends a warmth curling in your stomach.

"Real funny," Mike mutters, shaking his head. But he's watching you now, more than Abby, like he's committing the sight of you smiling, laughing, enjoying yourself to memory.

Abby, still grinning, shoves a crumpled piece of paper at you.

"Here," she says. "Your crown."

It's unevenly cut, scribbled on with what looks like cheap yellow highlighter, but she places it on your head with all the reverence of a true coronation.

"Your Highness," she says solemnly.

Mike, still watching, huffs a quiet laugh through his nose.

"You guys are ridiculous," he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face.

"You're just mad 'cause you're losing," Abby taunts.

"I'm literally just sitting here," he deadpans

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she says, turning back to you with that same bright grin. "You can count on me, I won't let you out of my sight!"

And she doesn't.

For the next few minutes, Abby paces, arms crossed, looking around the room as if an attack is imminent, dramatically "scouts" the area for any lurking threats.

Mike, meanwhile, is still unmoving on the couch, watching all of this with thinly veiled amusement.

He then shifts, sitting forward, stretching out his legs and running a tired hand through his hair. He cocks his head slightly, eyes locking onto you. His gaze is heavy, slow, dragging over you like a predator sizing up prey.

In a blur of movement, he sidesteps his little sister, grabbing her by the shoulders and gently, but firmly guiding her backward onto the bed. She yelps as she lands, her paper sword flopping to the side.

"HEY—!" She yelps and giggles in protest while trying to regain balance.

He's on you in an instant.

You barely register the sensation of being lifted, arms curling instinctively around Mike's shoulders as he sweeps you up effortlessly, holding you in his arms and making your stomach flips.

"Mike!" you burst out, laughing, your fingers clenching at the fabric of his hoodie.

Mike, still entirely in character, only huffs, tightening his grip.

"Quiet," he mutters, already moving.

You hear Abby's outraged cries behind you as Mike bolts from the room, your laughter echoing in the hallway.

The slam of the door echoes through the small space, sealing you and Mike away. The distant sound of Abby's protests barely registers. Your pulse is hammering too loudly in your ears, your breath caught somewhere between the leftover laughter from the chase and the sharp realization of just how close he still is.

He hasn't let you go, leaning against the door to block any attempt Abby was making at opening it.

His body is warm, solid and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the faintest hitch of breath as he exhales.

The game feels very different now.

Mike is still holding you, chest rising and falling against yours, one arm hooked under your knees, the other braced across your back, pinning you against him like he's not quite ready to set you down yet.

His grip loosens just enough for your feet to brush the ground, but he doesn't step back. Doesn't put any real distance between you. Instead, his fingers tighten just slightly at your waist, grounding himself as he shifts his weight, pressing you lightly against the nearest wall.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"It's just you and me, your Highness," he says, dragging out the title like he's testing how it sounds in his mouth, voice low, rough, edged with something that sends a spark of heat curling deep in your stomach.

Your breath hitches, caught somewhere between the lingering remnants of the game and the sharp, undeniable tension settling thick in the air.

Outside, Abby's small fists bang against the door, her muffled voice filled with laughter.

"You coward! Come out and fight me!"

Mike huffs a quiet chuckle, barely sparing the door a glance. His focus is all on you now.

His eyes flicker over your face, slow and deliberate, and fuck, the way he's looking at you makes your skin prickle with heat.

You swallow hard.

"Are you… uh, are you gonna lock me in a tower or something?" you try to joke, but your voice comes out weaker than you intended.

Mike hums, tilting his head slightly, considering.

"Nah," he murmurs, leaning in just a fraction closer, his breath ghosting against your cheek. "I think I'll keep you right here."

Your stomach flips.

The space between you is nonexistent now, his body practically caging you in against the wall, his fingers still resting against your waist, pressing in just enough to remind you that he's there, that he's touching you.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"You're not nearly as afraid as you should be," he murmurs, voice dipping into something dangerously low, something that makes your spine go rigid. "Makes me wonder… you like being manhandled like this, don't you?"

A shiver rakes down your spine.

Is he seriously gonna keep the act even without Abby around?

Your body betrays you without a single word and he catches it immediately.

His grip shifts, fingers brushing just under the hem of your shirt, barely skimming the warm skin beneath and it takes everything in you not to react, not to make a sound.

He chuckles, low and deep, the sound vibrating against you.

"You do like it," he muses, pulling back just enough to look at you again. His eyes are dark, lidded, full of something you definitely shouldn't be indulging in right now.

He leans back in, close enough that his lips are just brushing your ear again and what he says next makes the heat in your stomach plummet.

"If we were alone right now, I'd have you on your knees so fast you wouldn't know what hit you."

Your breath stops.

Holy shit.

Was he seriously keeping this up?

He was enjoying this. And fuck, so were you.

Heat pooled deep in your stomach, sharp and electric from how well he was doing it. Driving you insane to the point of making you grin. A slow, wicked thing that you know he wasn't expecting.

"Yeah?" you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. "That's a promise?"

Because if this was just a game to him, then fine. You could play too.

Mike's breath hitches just slightly, enough to let you know that you got him, even if only for a second.

"MIKE! OPEN THE DOOR!"

Abby's voice, bright and full of energy, shatters the moment like a hammer through glass.

Mike groans, pulling back just enough to glare at the door, running a tired hand down his face.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters under his breath.

You bite back a laugh, still riding the high of what just happened.

He kisses you.

It's fast, barely a peck, but fuck, it still leaves your lips tingling, leaves your stomach flipping wildly as he pulls back.

Mike looks back at you, eyes dark, jaw tight, something dangerous still flickering beneath his grumpy exhaustion.

"This isn't over," he mutters.

Fuck. You can't wait.

You don't even have time to react before he turns and unlocks the door and Abby soon storms in, paper sword raised high.

"Unhand the prince, you villain!"

Mike barely has time to react before Abby whacks him across the arm, her tiny strength amplified by sheer determination.

"Ow—Jesus, Abby—"

"That's Sir Abby to you!" she declares, striking again, relentless. "You have been defeated! Surrender now!"

Mike groans, throwing his hands up in surrender, stepping away from you.

The moment the ‘assassin’ is defeated, Abby is back to pacing the room, chin held high, arms crossed, the very image of a victorious knight. She's already explaining the next phase of the game, something about restoring order to the kingdom, but you can barely focus.

Not with the way Mike keeps looking at you.

He's doing a shit job at pretending nothing happened. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, slow and absentminded, his jaw set like he's grinding his teeth, fingers flexing at his sides like he doesn't trust himself to move.

You don't think twice before moving toward the floor and sitting right between Mike's legs. Your back resting against his chest comfortably as Abby flops onto her stomach in front of you, explaining the next silly chapter eagerly.

You shift to get more comfortable.

And fuck.

You feel it.

The hardness pressing against your backside. Mike's entire body tenses behind you, fingers digging into your waist on instinct, a sharp inhale barely masked by the sound of Abby's excited chatter.

You swallow hard as Abby gets up to run towards her room to gather the things she needed but that you didn’t paid attention to, hands bracing against your thighs as you try to keep your breathing steady, try to pretend like you didn't just press right up against Mike's hard-on, like you aren't feeling the heat of his breath ghost against your ear.

"You little shit." The words are low, growled into your ear, but there's no real heat behind them. Just desire. His hands tighten their grip, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, not pulling you closer but definitely making sure you don't move any further.

Your stomach twists, heat pooling low, fingers clenching into fists against your thighs.

You want to push back, want to grind against him, want to make it worse, but Abby is soon back inside the room, still chirping and still completely unaware.

So you bite your lip, swallow down the smug grin threatening to creep onto your face and pretend like you don't notice the way Mike's hands remain glued to your hips or his breathing being a little too shallow.

It's a game you made for him to keep him engaged.

A different one.

And you're winning.

The rest of the game goes on, but the real battle is happening in stolen glances, in subtle touches, in the way every accidental brush of fingers or shift of weight feels like a deliberate test of restraint.

You see the way his jaw clenches every time you lean too close. Feel the way his fingers twitch every time you shift near him.

And every time Abby isn't looking, every time she's too focused on her next move, he shoots you a look. A silent warning.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

It isn't until much later, when Abby is curled up on her bed, blanket pulled up to her chin, soft snores filling the room, that the dam finally cracks.

In the quiet, you and Mike lay tangled together on your and his bed.

He exhales slowly, arm draped over your waist. His body is heavy against yours, warm and solid, his breath steady but edged with the last remnants of the day's exhaustion.

"She always makes me the bad guy," he mutters, voice rough, tired, barely above a whisper

You huff a quiet laugh. "She probably just likes me more."

Mike groans, nudging his face against your cheek in protest. "Not helping."

You grin, pressing back into him just slightly, enough to feel the way he molds against you so easily. His grip tightens, fingers dragging lazily over your waist.

"Fuck, I'm so tired," he grumbles, voice muffled against your skin. "But if I sleep now, I know I'm waking up at four A.M. like some owl."

You snicker at the accuracy of it. "Like that one time you woke up, couldn't fall back asleep and kept tossing so much you nearly kicked me off the bed?"

Mike groans again, this time more dramatically. "Don't remind me."

Oh, but you remember.

You remember the way he'd shifted restlessly, the frustrated sighs from the way his body refused to just fucking relax.

And you remembered what you did to help.

What you would always let him do.

The thought makes your stomach tighten, a slow, familiar heat unfurling deep inside you. Because when frustrated he was always so fucking hot. So eager to completely wreck you until there was nothing left but exhaustion and satisfaction.

Mike, still unaware of the direction your thoughts have taken, shifts against you, his arm tightening, his hand pressing firm against your hip like he needs the contact to ground himself.

You swallow, a smirk playing on your lips. "I could help you sleep, you know."

Mike makes a sound low in his throat, half a chuckle, half a groan. "Yeah?" His head tilts, shifting just slightly, enough that your lips are suddenly millimeters apart. His breath is warm, slow, teasing. "You gonna knock me out with a punch?"

You laugh, short and breathless against his lips, feeling his own curl into a smirk. The tension stretches, tightens, every second dragging out into something unbearably thick.

"I mean," you murmur, tilting your head just slightly, "after all, I am still being held hostage by the…" You pause, pretending to think, letting your fingers graze along his arm. "What did Abby call you again?"

Mike's eyes flicker, amusement laced with something much darker. "Pretty sure she called me a 'dirty rogue’, or some shit like that."

You hum, pretending to consider. "Right. That."

His fingers twitch against your hip.

You lean in, voice dipping lower. "I just want to make sure my captor trusts me."

Mike's breath catches.

His grip tightens.

And then, in a voice so low and rough "The naughty prince," he murmurs, "offering up his body for salvation."

Heat rushes through you, molten and consuming, and that's the moment where there's no turning back, no pretending this is still some slow, innocent game.

The air snaps.

Mike's mouth crashes against yours, hot and hungry, his grip locking tight around your waist as he rolls you fully onto your back. His body hovers over yours, heat bleeding through fabric, a solid weight that leaves you breathless.

His stubble scrapes against your skin as he moves from your lips to your jaw, down the line of your throat, his teeth dragging over your pulse point before he bites down, moving over every inch of exposed skin, lips, tongue, teeth working together to mark you up as his. By the time he's done, your skin is hot and tingling, littered with bruises and bites, proof of his ownership.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him in, and the groan that rumbles in his chest is vibrating against your lips as he deepens the kiss.

His hand drags down your body, rough and possessive, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt before shoving it up, exposing skin to the cool air.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," he mutters, his lips trailing down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, your throat, teeth grazing just enough to send a shudder raking through you.

The hard line of him is impossible to ignore, hot and thick against your thigh and you arch up into him, reveling in the way his breath hitches and how his hands move, restless and greedy. Rough, calloused from years of hard work and they trace over your skin with a kind of reverence that makes your stomach twist.

Mike's grip tightens on your wrists, pinning them above your head as he presses his forehead to yours, his voice dipping low, rough.

"No one's coming to save you now," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your mouth.

Your breath catches, a slow, delicious heat coiling low in your stomach. "Is that so?"

Mike hums, dragging his lips down, keeping on pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your throat.

"You’re now mine to do whatever the fuck I want with," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “…and you don't even know the half of it, your Highness."

Your head tips back, a moan threatening to escape, but Mike is quick, dragging his mouth back to yours, swallowing the sound before it can leave your lips. His tongue presses inside, deep into this demanding kiss.

A set of fingers dip lower, pressing into you with a slow, torturous precision. You gasp against his mouth, your back arching off the mattress as he works you open, his touch impatient, unrelenting.

You try to bite back a noise, but he catches your reaction immediately, smirking as he adds another finger, stretching you, pressing deeper, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

You grip his wrist, nails digging into his skin. "Stop teasing."

Mike chuckles, low and dark, but there's a glint in his eye now, something sharp and wicked.

"You don't give orders here, prince."

Your stomach flips, your cock twitching at the way he says it. His movements grow more insistent and purposeful. His free hand grips your thigh, spreading you open beneath him, and you're already trembling and on the verge of coming undone beneath his touch.

When he finally pulls his fingers away, you barely have time to register the loss before he's pressing the thick length of himself against you, dragging the head over your entrance, teasing you with slow, deliberate movements.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your jaw, his voice nothing but a rough whisper.

"I'm the one in charge."

He pushes inside.

The stretch is sharp, overwhelming, your body adjusting around the thick length of him. No matter how many times he's had you like this, the feeling of him pushing inside, stretching you open, always leaves you breathless.

"Jesus," Mike grits out, his fingers digging into your hips as he sinks deeper. "You're taking me so well."

You can't even form words, can barely breathe, your body tightening around him as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours. He groans, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he exhales, breath warm against your skin.

His first thrust is slow and deliberate, making sure you feel every inch of him dragging against your walls before pulling back and slamming in again, the force knocking the air from your lungs.

"Fuck—"

Mike grins against your skin, his pace quickening, each thrust hitting deep, rough, unrelenting. His grip on your hips is bruising, his breath ragged as he fucks into you with single-minded determination, as though he wanted you to feel every inch of him with each thrust.

You could barely respond through clenched teeth, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your head falling back against the pillow as pleasure rippled through you with each powerful thrust. His name escaped your lips in a breathless moan and the sound seemed to drive him wild

Mike groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest and into you, as his hips began to move faster, the control he had been clinging to slipping away. One hand slid down to grip your thigh, lifting your leg higher around his waist to allow him deeper and you cried out at the new angle, your body arching against him.

His other hand slid up your body, pausing to tease your nipple before moving to cradle your jaw.

His hips snapped forward again, harder this time, and a deep groan escaped him as he buried himself to the hilt. His hand slid down your body, gripping your waist tightly as he began to move faster, his rhythm building into something desperate and primal.

The friction was almost too much, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you, building into a heat that coiled low in your belly and he seemed to sense it, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he leaned in to capture your mouth in a searing kiss.

His tongue delved past your lips, exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched the movement of his hips. He swallowed your moans, his teeth catching your lower lip as he pulled back.

Your body locking up as pleasure consumes you, your release spilling between your bodies. Mike groans, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own high, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he slams in one last time, his release spilling into you in hot, pulsing waves with a broken, guttural sound.

The room is still thick with heat, air heavy with the scent of sex and the shared breaths between you. Mike hasn't moved much, his body still draped over yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress like he's too spent to even consider shifting.

"You good?" you murmur, running lazy fingers through his messy hair, feeling the way his breath stirs against your neck.

Mike grunts, barely lifting his head, his lips brushing against your collarbone in something too lazy to be a kiss, but too deliberate to be anything else. "Too tired," he mutters. "You're my problem now."

You snort, pitching his side. "I'm your problem? Pretty sure you're the one who kidnapped me, villain"

He huffs a laugh, finally shifting just enough to glance up at you. Forehead glistening with sweat just like your own, his eyes still heavy-lidded with exhaustion and something more.

"Yeah, well," he shrugs, "if I remember correctly, you didn't put up much of a fight."

You roll your eyes. "Was I supposed to?"

Mike smirks, shifting so he's hovering just enough to look down at you, his hands lazily tracing the curve of your waist. "You should know better by now," he murmurs, his voice dipping into that low, teasing register that always gets to you. "I like when you put up a fight."

Heat flickers down your spine, but you refuse to let him have this one so easily. Instead, you lift a brow, lips quaking into a smirk of your own. "Someone was moaning pretty loud for a guy who claims to like resistance."

Mike freezes.

You feel the way his grip tightens, his breath catches before he exhales sharply through his nose. His jaw shifts, lips pressing together in a tight line like he's running damage control inside his head.

You grin. Got him.

But instead of getting flustered, Mike does what Mike always does. He retaliates.

With no warning, he shifts, rolling you onto your stomach before yanking you back against him in one swift motion. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest, his lips ghosting over your ear

"You really wanna test me right now?" he murmurs, his voice low, gravelly, edged with amusement before clapping a hand over your mouth.

"Alright, that's enough outta you," he mutters, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You can hear the smirk in his voice, feel the way his chest rumbles slightly with quiet laughter.

You bite his hand.

"Ow—Jesus," Mike pulls back, shaking out his fingers. "Did you just—did you seriously—“

"Don't dish it if you can't take it, rogue," you shoot back, rolling over to face him with the smuggest grin you can muster.

Mike glares at you, but there's no heat behind it, just that familiar exasperation you know he secretly enjoys. He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face before flopping onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm too tired for this," he grumbles.

You chuckle, shifting so you can rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath you. His arm comes up instinctively, draping over your shoulders, fingers tracing mindless patterns against your skin.

Excitement lights up your insides to see how he gets his revenge.

[trevination]

i rlly wanna write silly fic but i have no ideas help

[kenmaiii]

still havent drawn anything for blacktober yet >_< if any of you have any characters you want me to doodle/re-imagine i'd be open to try no matter the fandom!

panels/screencaps are fun to edit too

[overdevelopedglasses]

tell us more about essence 🙏🙏🙏

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GOD as much as I wanna talk about the story, I need to do just a little bit more exposition. Want it all to make sense, ya know?

So, assuming people have seen this post and this post, I've got what you're looking for under the cut.

Alright it's time to talk about spirits.

So throw what you know about spirits out the window, because "spirit" in the Essence world refers to the entities that can manipulate elements and energy.

For a bit of hierarchy, there's the first spirit (who's kinda lost to time, but we meet them in Essence), and then 3 different spirits who are dubbed the Creation Spirits: Soros (spirit of darkness), Uradata (spirit of abyss), and Illumi (spirit of light). In the olden times, they came down to the human world and made friends with some humans. As a bit of a token of friendship, some of the humans beared children beacuse of them (consensually!). We'll get to those children later.

After leaving the humans, these spirits got busy, and started making spirits to control elements. There's a lot of them, and we'll touch on them in a second. A few years later, something happened: the spirits and humans found out that the elemental spirits and the human children of the spirits could form a symbiotic bond with one another. These bonds... are just called bonds, but they are still a very common occurrence in the present day.

Anything beyond that delves into Essence lore, and I fear I'll ramble incoherently, so we'll stop there. For a conclusion, the new "terms" and characters I can introduce:

Bond: the link formed between a vessel and a spirit. For shelter and some nutrients from the vessel to the spirit, the spirit would grant the vessel usage of their powers, and if needed, armor and a weapon, whose form is decided by the spirit. There's some nuance to bonds, but I'll save it for another post.

Omega: spirit that controls plasma (limited control, but still pretty powerful). Bonded to Lily

Zephyr: spirit that controls wind. Bonded to Alex

Ravi: spirit that contols fire. Bonded to Percy.

Geoc: spirit that controls earth. Bonded to Enzo.

Vergals: spirit that controls ice. Bonded to Robin.

[funkinmadnesss]

Hii if anyone has any Spot/ATSV art requests feel free to drop them infront of me MDNDHDKDN

[mr-selfdestruct]

Gonna try to do art fight this year

[asha-mage]

DnD Character Concept: A Cleric who insists stubbornly and earnestly that their obviously evil patron deity (I'm thinking Lolth or Asmodeus but really any Evil Greater God would do) is actually Good and Benevolent and Just and dismisses all evidence to the contrary as slander from rival deities. Their proof to their claim? Using their divinely granted powers for the most intensely Good tasks and quests they can find: feeding the hungry, protecting the weak, curing the sick- all done in the name of their Terrible Dread Lord and without any expectation of compensation or string attached.

The deity in question is all "???" but keeps granting the cleric power because all that free worship and influence from the people who now pray to them is nice, and hey if the cleric wants to put in the leg work to launder the deity's reputation what reason do they have to say no?

Only it turns out that the cleric is actually playing 4D chess because of the way faith works in Faerun (and most DnD settings). As more and more worshipers start believing The Terrible Dread Lord is actually a Good and Kind and Noble god they start to be influenced by that to become Good and Kind and Noble. Slowly but surely they find themselves warping to match the perception of the masses. It starts by just giving a few random blessings out of what they think is pity, or maybe sending a sign to help someone who is lost on what the deity insists is a whim....but it snowballs until you have Lolth smiting down slavers or Asmodeus sending out devil's to drag down a tyrant to the depths of hell and then they realize 'oh oh no' but by then it's to late: the religious reform movement within their flock is too massive and been ignored for too long as benign. They can't just turn around and smite their own followers- not only because it's tacky but because they feel... compassion and responsibility for those that look to them for guidece.

And then you have the cleric, who at level twenty is literally their most powerful agent and also the high priest of this out of control heresy smugly sipping their tea because they where right all along. Their faith in their deity is vindicated- after all what is faith if not believing in something so strongly, against all evidence, that it becomes truth unto itself?

[sorcerous-caress]

I hope you are doing well

Did I- Did I make it seem like I'm going crazy or something? Like yes I am okay, I promise.

Well, no. I lied, but I'm not worse than normal. I have always been this deranged. It is not out of the ordinary. Why the concerns now?

But thank you anyways, I hope you're doing well too.

[lokissweater]

hey! i really love your fics and i have a special request 4 my 19th birthday ( aug 16 ) . can you do inexperienced yuuta x inexperienced reader or frat boy/play boy yuuta x shy nerdy reader? I really luv u and it would mean alot 2 me if you did this,feel free to say no or ignore this if you want! no pressure!

OH MY GOODNESSS i could never ignore this! i can ABSOLUTELY cook this one up for you and i hope i met your expectations!! i wanted to release this right on your birthday, so here is my gift to you! <3 ILY you’re so sweet thank you for sending in a request!

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finally.

{frat boy/playboy yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}

summary: yuta okkotsu is a typical popular frat boy player who’s never been told no, but at one of his regular parties where he spots your pretty little self in the kitchen, and you turn him down? his entire existence resets as he then cannot stop thinking about you and tries his absolute hardest to change the impression you have on him.

warnings: college au, afab!reader, fluufff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, yuta LOVES you, he’s a little weenie at first, character development yuta, no smut in this one!, cursing, party fight, protective yuta, yuta fights someone lol, slight sexual themes but really nothing.

word count: 5k

authors note: OH HOW I LOVE THIS ONEEE!! i hope i’m feeding you guys well this week with these fics hehe!! IM WRITING A FREAKY ONE FOR THIS NEXT SO STAY TUNED!! love you love you <3

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yuta okkotsu was the biggest player and frat boy to ever plague your college campus— having parties literally every other night and trashing the absolute fuck out of his frat house after every single one, living in the privileges of popularity as he was without a doubt the hottest man there.

he absolutely relished in his reputation, loved the attention, loved the stares he got, and had a body count that absolutely shot through the roof in numbers.

and yuta was quite literally a typical frat boy. he was loud and obnoxious, the most stubborn hot headed man to ever exist on the face of the planet, passed the time playing beer pong for fun and drinking, and had girls practically at his feet, him never having to work for anything to get in his bed and fuck.

until he met you.

you had timidly walked into one of his frat parties one night, shy, cutely nerdy, a little scared and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, your energy an entirely different one from his own as he watched you a little too much throughout the night, rehearsing his perfected plan of getting girls into bed with him as he finally spotted you alone in the kitchen after a while, approaching you.

yuta flashed you an attractive polished smile as he leaned up against the kitchen counter, practically cornering you in as you eyed him alarmingly.

“hey,” he sipped at his beer. “what’s your name?”

you awkwardly shifted, wondering where the hell your best friend was as the biggest player you’ve ever heard of was talking to you.

“y-y/n…” you stammered, your gaze barely looking at him but giving a small smile through your nervousness nonetheless.

“pretty name for a pretty girl,” he hummed. “you’ve never come to my parties before, have you?”

you shook your head no, your doe eyes finally peering up at him.

“welcome then!” he chirped smoothly and leaned closer to you, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol. “you here by yourself?”

“no i’m with a friend, actually.” you laughed awkwardly, your cheeks red with embarrassment but smiling politely through your discomfort, not wanting to offend him in any way.

yuta nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. “did you lose them?”

“i— i guess so—”

“you can stick with me then.” he shrugged, a sly smile on his face as he sweet talked you, it slightly faltering when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, but carrying on anyways. “you wanna head upstairs? maybe we can—”

“no thank you.”

he paused.

no?

“no?”

he was yuta okkotsu. no girl has ever told him no before.

you shook your head at him and gave him a sugary smile, your tone kind and polite as you started to walk away from him. “i’m sorry, i think i see my friend over there though! thank you for keeping me company, i hope it wasn’t too much trouble!”

he watched you walk away then in your tiny little skirt, and he felt stupidly offended. absolutely stupidly offended as he slightly scoffed and shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, his body and mind literally glitching with the foreign feeling of rejection.

yuta tossed his empty beer bottle lazily in a black garbage bag and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his long legs already pulling him over to the beer pong table in the living room, opting to forgetting the entire encounter he had with you altogether and shaking it off.

except he couldn’t. he couldn’t shake it off.

his brain was buzzing and utterly reeling over the thought of your timid nature and soft spoken words and pretty pretty face from that point forward, thoughts that aggravated him to no end that bubbled up every time he ate, slept, was in class, and did basically anything.

he didn’t know why it was happening. he didn’t know why you took over his every fucking thought as he only interacted with you for like five minutes. but your aura was different. so poised, so shy and gentle, and it was like a red string was physically pulling him towards you everywhere you went.

yuta saw you around campus a lot more after that, you sticking out like a sore thumb and blinding his vision whenever you walked past him, your smile sweet and respectful towards him that lasted only a millisecond as you walked down further, his eyes watching you over his shoulder, soft.

you conversations with him were nothing but polite and casual as he tried to talk to you again and again, your body language guarded and careful, but your voice like silky honey, speaking to him with more kindness than he deserved.

yuta never seemed to be able to get past the invisible wall you built in front of him.

“a girl like her isn’t gonna go for a guy like you, yuta.” one of his frat brothers muttered to him, having been fed up with yuta’s moping and grumbling around the house ever since he saw you.

“and why not.” he gruffed, his arms tightly crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the couch.

“because she’s nothing like us.” he emphasized. “she’s a nerd, respects herself, is way too good for you, and would never let herself waste time with a guy of your reputation.”

his frat brother patted him heavily on the shoulder. “just go back to the ones you usually go for. they’re easy.”

yuta only rolled his eyes and stood, but he really couldn’t deny what he had said. you were too good for him, way too good for him, his life completely mismatched from yours— paths never meant to cross as he solemnly watched you from afar, wanting you to smile at him the way you smiled at others, wanting you to talk about your precious nerdy interests and your studies with him like you do with your friends, and wanting you to just simply look at him longer than the usual casual hello you gave him.

but you never did.

in an attempt to try and talk to you again without seeming like an absolute fucking stupid creep like last time (something he quickly realized), he started throwing parties at his frat literally every single night in hopes of you showing up, scanning the crowd and sulking in a corner when he couldn’t find you, the bags under his eyes growing darker and darker with every time you didnt make an appearance.

he tried to go back to his old ways and hook up with the girls he usually did, tried to bury you in the back of his mind and go back to before, but he just couldn’t, his mind foggy and preoccupied with thoughts of you that invaded his every neuron, making him kiss his hook ups back lazily or straight up just cancel on them— stopping all together in the end.

it had been months, and yuta sat bored out of his mind on the living room couch during another one of his parties, not a single drop of alcohol in his system as music pumped and drummed through the frat that made his headache ten times worse.

these everyday parties were pointless.

he sat up and trudged to the kitchen, pushing past his friends for a beer until he froze.

there you stood, finally, leaning against the kitchen counter all by yourself, just like how you were when he first saw you.

his eyes flew open and he quickly smoothed over his white t-shirt with his hands, heart hammering against his chest so hard that it traveled down to his ribcage as he approached you, internally freaking the fuck out.

“hey y/n,” he greeted quietly and calm, trying his absolute hardest to convey sincerity towards you. “how are you doing?”

your eyes snapped to his and you leaned back a bit, but smiled. “hi yuta! i’m doing okay. how are you?”

he could practically see the wall you had in front of him, your posture timid and cautious, and his eyes only grew more insecure.

“i’m good! do you— do you want a drink? or something? i could—”

“oh it’s okay yuta! i’m fine,” you answered shyly, a grin on your breathtaking face.

yuta gnawed on his thumb, looking around the kitchen for something, anything that could fix the image you had on him.

the fridge.

“do you um—” he walked over to the fridge, almost stumbling over his own shoes as he opened it. “do you want maybe apple juice? or— or i have chocolate milk? or sunny d i drink like an entire dozen a day but—”

you giggled.

his head snapped over to you and watched your pearly smile, shining just for him for a moment, his shoulders slowly relaxing.

yuta sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and laughed along with you.

“sunny d would be great!”

he stared blankly, and then quickly nodded. “o—okay! yes sunny d—”

he ransacked through his fridge, knocking over several cans of energy drinks and beers before he finally found the sunny d’s in the back, tearing one out from the pack and closing the fridge.

“here you go.”

your cheeks glowed pink as you shyly took the small bottle from his hands, a cute wobbly smile on your face that made yuta’s chest clench.

precious.

he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.

“i wanted to apologize—” he strained out. “for the way i spoke to you when we first met.”

you stared at him.

“it was never my intention to make you uncomfortable, and i acted like a complete dingbat with the things i said, so i just—” he scuffed his shoe against the kitchen floor. “i’m really sorry.”

you were quiet, big doe eyes blinking up at him in shock— until your frame gently deflated, eyes softening for him.

“you don’t have to apologize yuta honestly.” your soft voice soothed him, a sound he craved to hear everyday since the moment he met you. “i don’t think any less of you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“you don’t?”

you shook your head cutely, beaming. “i don’t.”

he felt like he could breathe again.

your invisible wall slowly and gradually crumbled away the more you got to know yuta after that. he was still a little flirt, but only a little flirt with you, and he still did his frat boy job duties everyday, but he toned down the parties massively and stopped playing beer pong and drinking just for fun.

it would be a lie if you said you weren’t hesitant about yuta to begin with. you knew of his reputation and the risks you ran with befriending him the way you were— you well aware that he was trying to win you over, but you saw something different in him that he didn’t show to anyone else, and you trusted him, the goodness of your heart always giving people the benefit of the doubt.

he was trying his absolute hardest for you and changing his bad traits, wanting to become a person that deserved to be with you as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and your studies all of the time, him smiling adoringly at you because he genuinely loved so much hearing you talk to him and listen to anything you had to say— and yuta was falling practically head over heels over the way you gushed about your little nerdy interests, your eyes shimmering every time.

“and what’s this one called?” he asked softly.

you glanced over. “that’s the corpse flower! they only bloom for two to three days every two to three years.”

“only for two to three days?!” he whispered harshly, the ambiance in the botanical garden quiet and serene as you both observed the different kinds of breeds, flowers being your specialty of knowledge.

and he wanted to know all about it, even though he had a pamphlet in his hand that told him everything.

he wanted to hear it from you.

“and this one?”

he pointed to a vibrant scarlet red flower.

“that’s the cardinal flower. they attract little bees and hummingbirds!”

your words were gentle and polite, your eyes sparkling at all of the different flowers in front of you.

“oo! and this one—” you stopped suddenly, slowly retracting your hand and looking at him bashfully, your cheeks redder than ever.

yuta’s eyebrows furrowed. “what? why’d you stop?” he looked to where you had been staring. “what about this one?”

“sorry!” you sputtered. “i felt like i was getting carried away and talking way too much…”

you laughed it off, but yuta only shook his head.

“no you weren’t. you weren’t at all.”

you peered up at him shyly.

“you can talk about anything you want with me wherever we are, y/n. i like it when you explain to me these things, or anything you know really.” he ruffled your hair. “i like listening to you.”

your cheeks adorned a pinky shade as you took in what he said, and you smiled so so big then, nodding.

“so what’s this one?” he pressed again, lightly.

the bed contained a mix of white and purple flowers, small and dainty as they swayed to and fro a bit with every breeze.

“those are pansies,” you leaned over the railing. “i like these especially because it looks like they have another pair attached to them on the other side.”

“like a little buddy,” yuta commented.

you laughed softly, “yeah! like a little buddy.”

he pointed to a specific pansy that had one white flower and one purple flower on the opposite side.

“that’s you and me.”

“is it?” you grinned. “who’s who?”

“you’re the white one and i’m the purple one,” yuta absentmindedly turned and grabbed your hands gently, playing with your fingertips— and you let him. “because you’re pretty and really fucking smart and way too nice to me, and i’m a douchebag and sometimes i’m a mean and scary old fart.”

you giggled loudly at his joke, shaking your head. “nuh uh. i don’t agree.”

“you don’t?” he quirked an eyebrow, a silly smile on his face.

you shook your head again. “you’re genuine yuta. really genuine. and you’re funny, you never make me feel embarrassed for the things that i love, and you make others happy!… sometimes.”

yuta laughed, “sometimes?” he softly placed your hands back at your sides. “yeah, you’re not wrong.”

“but you make me happy, always.” you finished off.

his eyes lit up like a firework. “really? so does this mean you’ll finally say yes to going out with me and give me a little kiss?”

you snickered and covered your mouth, your cheeks flushed. “nuh uh.”

“aww mannn,” yuta groaned and leaned against the railing, but turned his head to the side after a few seconds and looked at you, giving a tender smile.

your eyes continued to sparkle over the flower beds in front of you, but yuta’s eyes only sparkled at the one flower in front of him.

that’s where he started calling you flower.

“that’s okay!” he leaned back up. “i’ll keep trying.”

and boy did he try. each and every single day yuta tried as he brought you little treats from the campus cafe, or helped carry your textbooks to wherever you went, brought you neatly packaged flowers or sometimes would even pull his car over when he saw pretty ones on the side of the road, getting off and running to pluck them, handing them to you through the window with a goofy grin.

everything was bliss between you two, and your world only got brighter as you hung out with him.

but for yuta, his world got a little complicated.

his former hookups only grew sour once they found out about you, the girl yuta seemed to spend every waking hour with, completely blind sighted to the fact as they thought he would’ve dumped you months ago already.

and his frat brothers were just bothered. yuta wasn’t managing the frat like he used to before, like he was supposed to as their leader, neglecting the collective reputation they all had with him not sweet talking the entire female student body, or their parties not running every single night anymore— and even when they did run, yuta wasn’t ever even there to begin with, he was with you, something they quickly realized.

“you have to cut it out man,” one of them said. “this frat is turning into a shit hole because you keep spending your time with that girl—“ he stopped. “who the fuck even is she? i mean if it was layla fine everybody knows layla but—”

“who she is is none of your fucking business?” yuta snapped. “and just because i’m not sending girls for you to jerk your dick with doesn’t mean this frat is turning into a ‘shit hole.’”

some of the boys snickered.

“you wanna run the maintenance on the house? you wanna call up the fucking board and ask for the ten thousand fucking permits we have to have for our parties every year? you think you can run that?”

“no—”

“then be my fucking guest.”

“okay fine, i’m sorry man.” he sighed. “we haven’t had a party in a week though, we have to throw one tomorrow and you have to be there. then ill call it even.”

yuta snorted. call it even? whatever.

he begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to be there whatsoever but softening up to the fact that maybe he was neglecting his frat a little too much.

so when he called you up that day for your nightly phone calls, yuta asked for your attendance.

“i know— i know parties aren’t really your thing…” he pursed his lips, staring up at the ceiling as he had you on speaker. “but i’d feel a lot better if you were there… and you won’t be alone! you’ll be with me the whole time so—”

yuta sighed. “…i have been neglecting the frat a little bit, and they’re pissed at me.”

you gasped softly, “they are?”

“yeah but i don’t give a fuck.”

you both giggled.

“but i do want to make them somewhat happy so that’s why i gotta throw this party… can you come? it’s okay if not flower don’t worry—”

“of course i can go yuta!” you spoke cutely over the speaker. “as long as you give me a sunny d i’ll be okay.”

he laughed.

“i feel like…” you struggled. “them being mad and what’s happening with your frat is partially my fault yuta… i’m sorry.”

your voice was so worrisome, you feeling tremendous guilt on the other line as you bit your lip.

“what?” his eyes narrowed. “no flower, absolutely not. why would you think that?”

“because i keep asking you to hang out with me,” you spoke softly. “and i feel like im hogging you from your frat boy duties.”

yuta chuckled and shook his head. “i would ten times rather spend time with you than hang out with these fucking dummies.” he sat up on his bed. “i love it when you ask for me flower. keep doing it please. whatever that’s happening with my frat strictly has to do with me okay? not you.”

you grinned on the other end, your heart giddy. “okay.”

so the night of the party, you showed up to his frat looking absolutely gorgeous in your tight little dress, his hands instantly clamming up and his throat closing at the scent of your strawberry perfume and lovely face alone.

yuta tried so hard to keep his eyes respectful and not drift down to your ass or the way your perfect tits squeezed out from the top, almost physically slapping himself when he accidentally touched you way lower than he should have when guiding you through the crowd.

everywhere he went people were greeting him or passing him shots, him quickly acknowledging everybody and downing whatever they gave him as you shyly and timidly stuck to his body (which he loved).

yuta taught you how to play beer pong that night and cheered like an absolute fucking idiot whenever you would make it in, drinking the cups for you instead as he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of alcohol, which made you a little weak in the knees that he catered to you so much.

the party was actually way more fun than the both of you expected, especially for yuta, because he proudly had you on his arm as you walked throughout the house, you trying your absolute hardest to ignore the stares you got from different girls and not uttering a single word about it to yuta, not wanting to burden him and take his focus away from rejuvenating the frat and his brothers.

all was bliss, until it wasn’t.

“is this her? the girl you’re always talking to?” one of his frat brothers stumbled through the crowd, the one that argued with him the day before, drunk off of his freaking mind as his eyes raked over your body like nothing.

yuta instantly picked up on that and stiffened, “yeah.”

he tried his best to swallow his annoyance and be civil as he gently placed a hand on your back and softly ushered you forward, you shy and clinging onto his shirt. “this is y/n.”

“h—hi.”

“i see why you abandoned us for a nerd man!” he slurred. “she’s fucking hot. never seen tits look so good—”

your breath hitched.

“the fuck you just say?” yuta tugged you behind him. “the hell is wrong with you man? don’t talk about her like that.”

you noticed several eyes looking over.

“what!” he hiccuped dumbly. “they do! why are you getting pissed—”

“i don’t give a shit!” yuta snapped. “don’t talk about her like that!”

he scoffed, swaying a little. “what, like you actually care about her anyways—”

“are you fucking serious?” yuta stepped forward and you tugged him back, your eyes frantic as they scanned over the crowd forming and back to him.

“no yuta, he’s drunk it’s okay—”

“she’s just another one for your body count, once you fuck her you’re gonna leave—”

yuta slipped from your grasp and lunged at him, tackling him and towering over him on the ground as he fisted his shirt and jerked him up, yuta landing punch after punch to his face as the crowd yelled, cheered and recorded around you.

“yuta please!” you tried to get his attention, your chest heaving in a panic as you watched the other guy land a hit on yuta, not wanting him to get hurt over you at all whatsoever.

yuta dodged another coming hit and beat the shit out of him, grueling him down to a mere pulp as everything around him went completely white and fuzzy, his body stinging with absolute rage.

he was furious.

finally, several other frat brothers broke through the crowd and pulled yuta off of him.

“that’s enough that’s enough!”

“guys stop!”

quickly, you grabbed yuta’s hand once they put him aside and tugged him away from the crowd, speed walking to the front door.

“you’re out of the fucking frat you piece of shit!” yuta practically roared behind him as you pulled him. “you’re out!”

your trembling fingers hurriedly turned the knob and opened the door, dragging him out down the steps to the porch and across the grass, not saying a single word to him yet as he kept breathing out desperate apologies to you with every step.

once you both were a safe distance away from the house and just a tiny bit down the street, you let go of his hand and turned to him.

“—fuck im sorry i’m sorry im so sorry—” yuta shoved the base of his palms into his eyes as he threw his head back, “i just fucked everything up between us i—”

yuta knew you would never want to be with a guy like him, especially one that couldn’t keep his shit together and resorted to violence the way he did minutes ago, right in front of you. a guy like that didn’t deserve you. you deserved way way fucking more. and as he tore his palms away from his face, eyes looking up at the night sky, he knew he completely messed up his chances with you for good.

his head snapped down to look at you, his eyebrows pinched and eyes contorted in absolute guilt and agony as he placed his bloody knuckled hands on your little cheeks.

“i’m so fucking sorry he said those things to you like that that was not okay flower,” he emphasized. “and i’m so sorry i beat him when you told me not to i— i just couldn’t stand there when he was talking to you like that man—”

he dropped his hands and cursed, his arms going up as he covered his eyes again.

“yuta it’s okay—”

“no,” he shook his head and looked at you. “no it’s not okay. you deserve way more than this and no matter how fucking hard i try to do better, the life i built before you just doesn’t let me.”

his eyes got so sad, saying words he didn’t want to say, but knew he had to. “you shouldn’t be around a guy like me flower, you really shouldn’t. fuck— i don’t want you around a guy like me. you’re too precious for that. i’m gonna end up screwing you over like i always do—”

“yuta stop.” you raised your voice a little, your tone one he’d never ever heard come out of your mouth, firm and serious in contrast to the sweetness you always gave him.

he shut right up.

“come sit down with me on the curb,” you pulled his arm. “please.”

he followed you and sat down next to you on the side walk with his head down, you taking in how yuta only had one little cut next to his eyebrow, pride funnily bubbling up in your chest as you realized how good he actually fought.

he did that. for you. he made a scene out of himself and protected your name.. for you. although you hated that he got into a fight, you knew he was trying so so hard for you, going above and beyond for a year now trying to fix himself to be a better man deserving of you, and you were immensely touched, no one having put even close to that amount of effort like he was in your life.

“you don’t get to decide what i deserve yuta.”

his eyes shot in your direction “but as a friend i’m telling you—”

you huffed as you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

you kissed him.

yuta’s eyes were blown astronomically wide as you did, his heart no longer beating as he could’ve sworn he was dead right now, not believing that you were actually kissing him.

him.

you pulled apart from his lips with a smack, your hands still on his red cheeks. “a guy who’s willing to literally change himself without me having to ask, trying to be better for me everyday without fault for literally a year, doing everything he can to make me happy? definitely deserves me yuta. you deserve me.”

you pecked his forehead softly and pulled back again, his body going numb when you did. “so what if you beat the shit out of him? i would do it too if someone was talking to you like that i don’t care. i’d lose but i’d do it,” you giggled. “i didn’t like the fight because i don’t want you getting hurt, ever, period. but you literally scrapped him up like it was nothing, so i don’t have anything to worry about.”

he shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes. “no flower that’s the thing you’re too sweet to me, i don’t want you justifying—”

“yuta be quiet!” you whispered harshly, giving him a silly grin. “you talk too much.”

you reached up and very very gently pecked the little cut on the side of his eyebrow, feeling a cool calming waterfall wash over his body at the feeling of your soft lips finally on him, something he’s wished upon every star for.

“you’re so good to me yuta, truly you are. and i’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say this because i’m always nervous but—” you smiled endearingly. “i do want to go out with you, and i do want to give you little kisses. all of the time.”

yuta slowly let his forehead fall against yours, feeling like he was in a dream as the only emotion he felt at the moment was bliss. pure honeyed bliss as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, his face burying in your silky hair.

his hard work had finally paid off, and he had every fucking intention of keeping up that work until the day he dies, wanting you, his shy and timid precious little flower forever in his life— you changing him for the better so much that he finally feels like he’s properly healthy, in more ways than one.

“we’re going out tomorrow,” he mumbled into your hair. “bright and early. i’m gonna take you to get breakfast, and then we’re gonna go to that aquarium you’ve been wanting to go to for weeks now, and then i’m gonna buy you a souvenir, and then i’m gonna take you to get your nails done—”

“yu!” you pulled back and giggled happily. “you don’t have to buy me anything my goodness. just you is enough.”

he bit his lip, smiling like a fucking idiot.

“really?”

“really.”

“well too fucking bad i’m gonna do it anyways.”

he pulled you back in as you laughed and buried his face back into your hair, not wanting to break away at all, feeling like the richest douchebag in the world as he finally had you as his.

you scooted your face up then and nudged him, him pulling a part in response as you proceeded to plant another sugary kiss to his lips, yours lingering as they melted into a perfect mold against his mouth, yuta’s heart absolutely soaring, your red invisible strings close together at last.

he finally had you.

finally.

and he was never letting you go.

[thewritingautisticat]

Oooh yes definitely feel free to send asks!

Any combination of characters from Days of Resistance:

- Caldren

- Peg

- Liliana

- Madreline

- Andreu

Or a combination from Phoenix!

- Phoenix

- Ash

- Jett

OC Duo Answers Ask Game

So because I'm incapable of doing things the conventional way, here's an idea: for these asks, instead of picking an OC and just saying things (which I like, don't get me wrong), to answer these asks pick two characters, and answer the questions as if each character were talking about the other. These answers don't have to be accurate; they reflect each character's perceptions of the other. They can be friends, family, enemies, anything to each other.

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

⚖️- Are they a good person?

👁️- Do you really know them?

👥- What are they to you?

❤️- What are you to them?

🐺- What animal do they most remind you of?

😘- Are they your type?

😨- What's their greatest fear?

🧠- What's your best memory with them? Worst?

👣- How long have you known each other?

🫂- How has your relationship changed recently?

🫡- Are they a good leader?

If you guys have asks you want to add in the reblogs, go ahead, ik this isn't a lot.

Gonna tag people below the cut to get this started:

@the-ellia-west, @somethingclevermahogony, @thewritingautisticat, @smudged-red-ink, @aesthetic-writer18

@tildeathiwillwrite, @agirlandherquill, @illarian-rambling, @corinneglass, and @diabolical-blue!

[yutarot]

she’s the man. l.hc smau

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ humour, friends to lovers, college au, gamer!haechan, gamer!yn, everyone’s a gamer actually, loosely based off the movie ‘she’s the man’, fem reader, slowburn, angst, plot heavy

synopsis. after you discover your love for gaming, you soon find out that your college won’t let you in any of their e-sports teams due to your gender. but what happens when your twin brother leaves town just before he’s about to start at a new college, where not even NCU’s e-sports captain, lee haechan knows anything about him? there’s only one problem, your brother’s crazy ex is trying to hunt you down. will they all find out your true identity? and will their views on you change if they discover who you really are?

++ will be using the same taglist as my other works for ease, dm if you would like to be removed.

WARNINGS: language, mention of alcohol/being drunk, jokes about death, the plot will divert from the original movie, themes of sexism (at the start), cliffhangers again sorry guys, typos literally everywhere, a littleee bit of violence, small injury detail, heavy on the miscommunication trope… obviously…, lots of angst, things get MESSY, a small (?) plot twist

STATUS: COMPLETE! 08.06.24 - 09.03.24

DISCLAIMER: all portrayals of people are fake and from my imagination, in no way am i claiming that they act like this irl

MASTERLIST

[profiles one] || [profiles two] || [ig profiles]

[1 - positive affirmations]

[2 - let me cook]

[3 - dream vacation destination]

[4 - why’s he kinda…]

[5 - therapy scheduled]

[6 - winky face and all]

[7 - sorry i can’t read]

[8 - trick or treat]

[9 - “can i get your number?”] written chapter

[10 - bro shes your friends sister]

[11- double date]

[12 - canada?]

[13 - do you do weddings?]

[14 - sick and twisted.]

[15 - all of the above]

[16 - who are you?]

[17 - i don’t wanna see you again]

[18 - it’s all over]

[19 - he doesn’t miss you] written chapter

[20 - the truth]

[21 - we’ve missed you]

[22 - you’re delusional sweetie]

[23 - i guess we both had our secrets] written chapter

[24 - second male lead]

[25 - i had no idea]

[26 - is she okay]

[27 - you know her]

[28 - the nile?]

[FINAL; 29 - you already do] written chapter

END!

replies, likes and reblogs are all appreciated! feel free to send requests in my asks; scenes, chapters, characters etc.

TAGLIST - CLOSED.

[komcrebi-moved]

character ai making me discover that Imai Kazane over here has a quirk that can be comparable to shigaraki's with its sheer destructive force, jesus christ ytghufjdgj

[blondeaxolotl]

Finally dropping a ref sheet for my yuusona, say hi to Yuu/Ebi

undercut if you want to hear me yap about her a bit

Yuu, or Ebi is a giant monster shrimp (non-magic user). Where she came from or what her homeland is currently unknown. But it's safe to assume she comes from a place populated by mostly sea monsters like her.

Despite being a monster (maybe similar to Grim?), Ebi seems to have a more calming and sensible personality when compared to Grim, only reacting strongly when something seriously bad is going to happen (ex: someone almost fucking dying) or when she's over-exaggerating to just get a reaction out of someone. Surprisingly, when she arrived to NRC, she had a more irritated reaction knowing full well she was somewhere she didn't belong, and complained under her breath about "missing work and getting family worried for nothing". In other words she seemed to have known she wasn't in any true danger when she arrived, thankfully. Ebi also appears to be naturally caring for others, immediately taking in with living with Grim at Ramschackle (and eventually becoming his caretaker basically), and helping Ace and Deuce out with whatever issues they're having without hesitation (issues being either preventing them from almost being expelled or just help with simple homework). This soon enough became an on-going thing with majority of the students, and according to Ebi it's because;

"I grew up in a large family and have always taken care of my younger siblings. It's in my duty to help and take care of those who need a hand to come pick them up from the ground, even if they didn't ask for it."

It didn't help that Ebi was already older than most students there, being closer to Leona's age, she started to view and treat a lot of students as if they were her younger siblings. And like it was meant to be, this quickly made her earned the title of "Big Sis Ebi". Making it known that she was someone who the students could trust and come to for both help and comfort. This meant there were a lot of visits at Ramschackle, (especially from the ones who overblotted GULPS) but fortunately, this just made Ebi feel more at home as it reminded her of her actual siblings back at her homeland, so she doesn't mind these visits (Grim on the other hand not so much).

Also yes, just like any older sibling, this does mean Ebi started to mess and tease the ones she viewed as younger siblings a lot. It ain't a true sibling bond without at least a wee bit of sibling rivalry 👌 (Rip Ace he's the most common victim to this).

ANYWAY, okay enough yapping, when I first created Ebi she was just a silly gag I made when I first got into twst.

But when I actually started to put effort into her I at first didn't know what to do since most yuusonas I know of were shipped with other characters. But I didn't want Ebi to have anything romantic with any character, I decided what better way than to basically make her the older sister figure everyone comes to when they need help? I thought it's both funny that characters are looking for comfort from a literal giant fucking shrimp, but also twst characters genuine just seem to lack a lot of comfort because Jesus fucking Christ all of you need therapy and a hug, no matter if it's by a shrimp or not 😭.

Okay yeah, that's it for Ebi if anyone has any questions about her or her dynamics with other characters, feel free to send an ask in my inbox 🦐.

[ziorre]

✨Commission info✨

New year, new art pieces! I'm ready, I'm rested, I'm refreshed! And I'm completely charged to take care of your new ideas and characters!! I truly believe that every character is awesome and original and deserves to be shown with their own story! And I'll try to help you with this in a way that is more convenient for you! You just pick one below ;)

✨ PRICES:

- SEMI-REALISTIC STYLE (for the cases, when you want it looks more real without much stylizing)

- USUAL STYLE (for the cases, when you don’t mind it looks more stylized and a lil sketchy)

- CONCEPT SHEET (for the cases, when you want to present your character, their outfit and props)

* you can find more examples on my page by the commission tag ** a helpful post describing a right order for your refs

✨ DEADLINES: After you DM me with a brief description of your idea, I’ll tell you the approximate date when I’ll be able to proceed with your commission

!!!!Always warn me in advance if I need to draw art by a certain deadline!!!

✨ PAYMENT:  What: USD or RUB When: full pre-payment (when you sent me the email and we approved the art idea) Where: Hypolink/Lava.top (russian platforms, support payment via PayPal)

✨ PROCESS: You write to me in private messages on Tumblr, briefly tell me your idea of our future art, what style and what slot you want (full body / half body / bust). Then I give you my email address and you send me an email (with your Tumblr name as the topic please) with all necessary references (your character's face claim, their pose, clothes, background etc.). You describe the idea of the art in details, where it takes place, and other things that I need to know so that I can base the sketch on all that info, because after you approve the sketch, I don’t change art much in the further stages of the work, just some details. I send you the payment link on my Boosty page. Send you the sketch. After you confirm that you like the sketch, I finish the work and send it on your email😊

✨ OTHER: - I don’t correct the art after you approved the finished version. - I don’t copy other artist’s work. - I publish every commission on my social media, if you don’t want it to be published, just let me know. - If you’re not sure about the art idea, I can suggest you 4 sketches with different poses/concepts/angles for extra $20 and you pick the one you like the most. - For significant corrections or a lot of small ones at any stage of work, an additional fee may be charged (this doesn’t apply to some small adjustments or details witch I missed). There are 3 free changes at the each stages of the work (sketch, finished version), further - $2-$5.

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And of course I can't skip to say a huge thank you to those who commissioned and continue commissioning art from me! It means a lot! For real! This is not only material support, but also moral one, saying that I’m not wasting my time and energy in vain, that I’m moving in the right direction, that people like what I do! I can't tell how inspiring it is!! 350 commissions! I’ve never imagined that one day I would draw so many art for others! Just.. wow!! Thank you again so much for trusting me bringing to life your ideas! I truly appreciate it!😌

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I think this is it, right? If you have any questions, feel free to DM me ;)  

I’ll be VERY grateful for your reblogs!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤ (and thank you very much for this in advance, it helps me A LOOOOOOOOOT, you are the ones who keep me alive literally! I see each and every one of you doing that! You’re the best!!!) Thanks for your attention! Have a good day =)

[whumptober]

Event Rules and Info

Please read this post before you send an ask!

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be a reference to an ‘old flame’ - an old relationship. It’s truly down to you!

In total, there are 4 prompts for each day. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks. There is also a list of 15 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day, again to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag it with:

#whumptober2024 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#altprompt …..(if you use an altprompt, tag the post with the number of the prompt you replace)

#fandom or #OC, …..(ironman, original content, oc, etc.)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself)

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed. This is based on trust and we will not check this.

Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!