#but then there's a point when i go into a tag and it's filled to the brim with romance and shipping and “spicy” stuff

[planetpedri]

Normalcy — Franco Colapinto.

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nights in with your boyfriend is how both of you prefer to spend your time, especially when it’s cooking together.

Word count: 490+

Disclaimer/s: Just fluff <3

A/N: First F1 post yipee! this is sooo lame and small and boring but hi anyways..

You and Franco had been dating for about six months. You had met while you worked as a sports journalist for Williams and had been completely enamored with the boy. Now, six months later, the two of you stood in your kitchen overlooking the city.

It was the break between race weekends and Franco had been able to come home for a day or two. One thing about your boyfriend was that he preferred nights in versus nights out, it made him feel a bit of normalcy in his hectic life.

“Did you want spicy pasta or..” He trails off, his eyebrows furrowing as he opens the spices cabinet.

“Yes, always spicy.” You chuckle, grabbing a glass cup to fill with water. “Are we going for a salad on the side today or no?”

Franco, grabbing the spices, stands and turns to face you with a small lopsided grin. “What do you think?”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you walk toward the fridge and open it. “Right. I’ll get on that.”

The whole time the two of you cook together, skimming past each other to grab various things, Franco makes it a point to get a few stolen kisses in. Each time you smile, greeting them with a warm welcome.

“Hows Uni?” He asks, mixing in the flavors with the noodles as you join his side to watch.

“Good, stressful, but good. Speaking of, I was thinking about taking a weekend off to come to one of your races… If you’d like?”

The brunettes eyes widen with glee and he turns to face you fully, “you mean it?”

A chuckle leaves your lips, “yes, babe. I mean it. Not the next race, but the one after.”

Franco’s arms come out to loop around your waist and he pulls you close to his chest. “That sounds good to me.” He hums, dipping his head down to place a kiss to your lips.

You mumble into the kiss, “when’s the pasta done? I’m hungry.”

With a long sigh, he pulls away. “A few minutes… set the table?”

All you do is nod in response, “will do!”

“Wait! Wait!” Franco calls out, his hand reaching out to grip your wrists and pull you back into him.

You laugh, eyebrows quirking. “What?”

“Taste test?” He removes his grip to grab a fork and stab a few noodles, “open wide!”

You do as told, taking a mouthful of the pasta. Your eyes shoot open, the flavors bursting in your mouth. Chewing it quickly so you could speak, you swallow fast. “Oh my God, it’s amazing!?”

A prideful smile takes over his face, one that you adored so much, “thank you. Uhm, you got..” His thumb comes up to your face, swiping away the small pasta residue from the side of your lips and wiping it off on a towel.

A faint blush spreads across your cheeks at the tender action. “And thank you. Now, hurry.” You point at him before moving to grab two plates.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[nakylvr]

what do we think about needy sub!manon, because HEAR ME OUT, her being so needy and turned on, sending you pics and audios of her fingering herself thinking about you and moaning your name, sending dirty messages while you're at work, just because SHE KNOWS THEY TURN YOU ON and that will lead to her getting filled with your strap when you get home 🤭

god i love sub!manon so bad 😵‍💫

— SAY SO 👑

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, sub!manon, dom!reader, slight mommy kink, strap on, masterbation, sending vids, praise

you had been at work since the early morning, trying to get everything done before your deadline you had for the end of the day. which meant you hardly saw manon this morning before you left. scribbling a quick note on her nightstand and heading out. it was now nearing the end of the day, and you were still at work, much to manon's dismay.

manon had been needy the whole day. texting you every other hour asking the same question of when you were going to be back, which usually took you another hour or two to respond. it had been over an hour since you last texted her back, when she came up with the perfect idea to get you to respond and come back home.

she changed into the lingerie set you got her a few weeks ago before grabbing her phone and laying down on the bed. opening the camera app, she holds the phone up to take a picture of her in the outfit. she sends the picture to you and waits to see if you respond.

your phone dings with a notification and you glance away from your screen for a split second to see that it's from manon and just reads "1 attached image" making you raise an eyebrow. picking up the phone, you open the message and your eyes subtly widen at the image.

baby, i'm at work. you text back.

she figured that'd be your response, which is why she was already pointing the camera down, recording, as she slips a finger into her wet heat. whimpering as she starts fingering herself, her eyes close and she moans your name when she slides a second finger in. "fuck...pl-please come home...i need you s-so bad, please mommy, 'm so wet for you," her moans get more desperate and whiny the more she talks, knowing how much it turns you on whenever she sends you videos of her touching herself. she stops the recording to send the video to you, not stopping her fingers as she lets out whiny moans.

your phone dings again, and you open the message to see a video attached. you glance around before playing the video and listening to it, your jaw almost dropping. you quickly press the call button on her name, which manon answers instantly, and you immediately hear her moaning on the other end. "you just couldn't wait, could you?" you whisper into the phone, collecting your things and getting up and leaving.

"no," manon whines on the other end of the phone. "you've been a-at work all day..."

"i'm leaving now," you tell her as you walk up to your car. "and you better have not came by the time i get there, understand?"

"okay"

you break multiple speeding laws trying to cut through traffic on the way back to the apartment. you fiddle with the key in the lock for a moment before getting the door open, tossing your bag on the table and letting the door close behind you. as soon as the door closes you hear noises coming from the bedroom, and you quickly walk over, opening the door. you're met with the sight of your girlfriend on the bed, legs spread and three fingers deep in her pussy, moaning out your name.

you walk up to the bed, crawling onto it which makes manon open her eyes and see you, gasping your name as she nears the verge of cumming. you tsk, shaking your head as you look down at her. "look at my poor baby, all worked up and needy," you fake pout as you speak. "you didn't cum, did you?"

manon quickly shakes her head. "n-no, i-i didn't," she replies past whimpers. "i-i swear."

you hum, nodding your head as you bring your hand down to pull her fingers out of her, smiling at the whine she lets out at the feeling disappearing. "don't worry princess, i'll make you feel good." you get on your knees and unbutton your pants, pulling them off to free the strap on you were already wearing. "c'mere, if you be a good girl and suck my cock i'll let you cum."

manon whimpers at your words, watching you undo your pants and reveal the faux cock underneath. she sits up a little, shuffling closer to you as she rests her hands on your thighs, looking up at you with her big brown eyes. you tap her cheek gently with your hand, grabbing the back of her head and nudging her closer. her lips part as she slowly takes you in her mouth, swirling her tongue around to get it as wet as possible, still staring up at you while taking all of it fully.

"there ya go, my good girl," you coo, pushing her hair out of her face. you thrust your hips, making her gag lightly and grip your thighs harder. you do it again just to hear that noise between a moan and a gag come from her as tears brink in her eyes, but she takes it. you do it one more time before pulling her off, a string of saliva connecting between while she takes deep breaths. "lay down for me, princess," you say, stroking her cheek softly with your hand.

she does as you tell her to, lying down on the bed as you situate yourself between her legs. you rub the tip of the strap up and down her slit before slipping all the way in, causing her to gasp in surprise as you give her no time to adjust before starting a fast pace. "f-fuck! oh my god- yn," manon whines your name, her arm reaching to grab your hand on her waist for some kind of leverage from the way you were pounding into her. "'ts too much!"

you slap her hand away when she grabs for you, grabbing both hands and pinning them on each side of her head, staring down at her watching the way she reacts. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? you were the one so fucking needy that you had to send me videos of you touching yourself while i was at work. you're gonna take it,"

all manon can do is moan and whine helplessly as you push the strap so deep that her eyes roll back, her mouth agape with loud, desperate noises coming from her. your tight grip on her wrists has her unable to move her hands which causes her to whine at not being able to touch you. she can hear your words and shakes her head, trying her best to respond. "i-i jus' wan-wanted-" she's cut off by a gasp when she feels the tip of the strap hit her g-spot, moaning loudly when you realize and keep hitting it. "fuck mo-mommy, please let me t-touch you, please," she begs shamelessly, not caring how she must sound right now.

you give in to her begging easily, letting go of her wrists that were now stinging lightly. immediately she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you down closer to her as she kisses you deeply. moaning into the kiss, her nails drag down your back and scratching your skin. parting from the kiss, manon stares up at you with her brown eyes welling with tears, desperately moaning at the feeling of you filling her up so good.

"look at you," you smile down at her. "you look so pretty like this, my pretty girl. always so good for me," you coo, hissing quietly at her nails dragging down your back. "you close, sweetheart?"

manon nods feverishly, whimpering at your praising words that make her feel even closer to orgasming. "pl-please 'm so close, please let me cum!" her begging comes out more whiny as she nears the edge. her legs wrap around your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to her as she puts her face in the crook of your neck, whimpering into your skin.

you feel droplets of her tears hitting your skin, and you decide to give in, knowing how needy she had been all day waiting for you. "go ahead, sweetheart. you've been so good for me," you tell her, snapping your hips harder to get her to cum.

manon whines loudly into your neck, her body shaking as she finally climaxes after all day of not getting anything, a few tears falling from her eyes. she pants heavily against your skin as you slow down to a stop, pulling out of her slowly. a quiet whimper comes from her at the feeling, her eyes closing with tears resting on her lashes. she reaches out for you as you quickly take off the harness, grasping your arm and pulling you down to lay next to her.

"you okay?" you ask her softly.

"mhm," she hums, nodding her head as she curls into your side, resting her head on your chest. "i love you," she mumbles quietly.

"i love you too," you smile, pressing a short kiss on her head.

[taesanluv3r]

laser tag!

kim woonhak x reader

a silly laser tag date with bf!woonhak, turns into a cheeky first kiss. fluffy cuteness, slight betrayal (in a silly way) :3 lowercase intended, excuse any grammar or spelling errors! this is kinda messy but enjoyy

wc: 1,383

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"your first kiss was during...laser tag?!"

okay, maybe to the untrained eye this wasn't the most ideal scenario. romantics might argue that the first kiss should be special, warm, filled to the brim with roses upon a candlelight dinner and - well, not in the middle of an intense laser tag match.

to young and naive lovers like kim woonhak and yn ln however, this was just the right time and place for such a thing. i mean, what's more romantic than a gruesome battle in an awfully humid indoor space, accompanied by extremely cheap plastic guns?

exactly, nothing.

"i'm gonna get you, yn!" woonhak yelled as he ran across the room. he held onto the laser gun tightly, a bright blue circle at the centre of his plastic armour - it glowed, indicating he hadn't been defeated yet. he follows his girlfriend, chasing after the glowing red on her own suit.

"oh yeah? we'll see about that!" yn retaliates, a giggle escaping her gloss stained lips as she skips through the maze-like battlefield. she doesn't stop running, and he doesn't stop chasing; they had seemingly forgotten of the other players, bending the rules of the game to focus solely on each other - as if it were a one on one match.

"hah! got ya!"

the boy's teeth peeked through as he grinned. he had successfully cornered the girl at a dead end, now it really was a one on one fight. "you gonna shoot me or what?" she asked, her weapon locked and loaded, pointed at him and ready to go. he was in the same position, an eye squinted as if he were trying to get a better aim. "aren't you?" he asks as they begin to rotate in a circle, covering the area of the small grounds they stood in.

"how many more shoots do you have left?" woonhak inquires, his head tilts to one side when he asks but the rest of his body stays alert - there was no room for distraction. "i'm not falling for that, you're gonna shoot me while i check...child's play" yn replies, scoffing at her boyfriend's dirty tactics. she has this smile on her face, it's smug and somewhat annoying, but something about it made his stomach turn (in a good way) and he couldn't help but break character for a moment, letting his guard down.

bad idea.

"FUCK!" yn cursed almost way too loudly - especially at a place dominated by children. woonhak laughs manically, in a split second he had managed to dodge her shot. "HAH! i'd like to see you try that again" he snickers, watching her face as her eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. his own expression changes quickly however, when she lifts her gun up to point at him again, right at his chest.

"kim woonhak, consider yourself...dead?"

fuck.

"looks like someone's out of shots..." the boy smirks, watching as a look of shock washes over her complexion. "this is seriously so unfair" she whines, dropping the, now useless, gun onto the floor. yn frowns when woonhak begins to walk towards her. she steps back each time he comes closer but this method only worked for as long as she didn't come into straight contact with the plush foam walls - which, obviously, she did.

"woonhak, babe, don't do it...spare me!"

he laughs again, the same manic laugh as before, as if he could already feel the glory of victory reeling in. he fully corners her this time, her back against the wall and one of his palms pressed onto the surface right beside her head, caging her in so that there was no escape.

yn sighs, she's about to give up. i mean, there really isn't any other way to win...unless of course if she could stall him long enough for the time to run out. but how? if there's anything about kim woonhak that anyone should know it's that he's dead serious about games like this, nothing in the world could distract him - well, maybe a true loves kiss but where would yn ln find a true loves kiss at a time like this? hey that rhymed, also! yn you idiot, you're the true loves kiss!

"what are you thinking so hard about right now?" his words pull her out of the short trance she was in. observant as ever, the boy caught on immediately to the smirk that played against her lips. "what are you plotting, yn?" he sounded almost nervous.

"aren't you gonna shoot me?"

he chuckles, "i'm savouring it. gonna wait till the very last minute", she raises a brow, "what if you don't make it on time?" and he rolls his eyes, "with you weaponless and cornered, no one else around, and the clear shot i have? fat chance" she sighs, "fine then..."

"you can't say i didn't warn you then"

before the boy could even try to question her odd statement, he was pulled forward by the two hands she had hooked between the straps of his armour. in a matter of seconds, kim woonhak had gone from feeling rather victorious to losing himself in his girlfriend's mouth.

not that he was complaining though, he's been waiting for this moment to happen since the very moment they started dating about two and a half weeks ago - he just never thought it'd be at laser tag that he'd get his very first kiss from her. again, not complaining though.

the kiss was simple. distracting, sure, but for the most part it was simple; sweet and passionate - maybe a little sloppy, but what would you expect of two amateur teenage kissers?

kim woonhak was on cloud nine! i mean, he's got the love of his life - namely, yn ln - locked on his lips, his hands in his hair and everything, and on top of that, his laser tag victory was just inches away...at the edge of his finger tips, literally. nothing could go wrong now...nothing in the whole wide world could ever ruin this moment in any way...nothing could-

'shots fired! player freshboy has been defeated! congratulations red team you win!'

"huh...?"

woonhak's face went pale as the speaker intercom voice filled his ears, he finally pulls away from the kiss, "what...?" his confusion is answered when yn laughs from her spot in front of him. his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend, pretty - as always - but something was different. why was she armed? her weapon was gone minutes ago! and where did his weapon go? what...

"got ya!"

he couldn't believe it. about a billion thoughts raced through his mind as he watched his girlfriend cheer with glee - cheer in glory of her victory, the victory that was meant to be his. but amongst all these thoughts only one read clear in the very center of his head, in big and bold letters, in a colour so brightly red, a singular word floating with a background of fire:

betrayal.

"aw woonagi don't be upset, it's not the end of the world!" yn giggles at the large pout on his face as they return the plastic suits and weapons to the counter. "yeah it is, my girlfriend totally betrayed me! worse! she distracted me with a secret weapon! that's totally against the rules and so very unfair and i think that-" woonhak didn't finish - or rather, he couldn't finish. his words all swallowed up by her lips that attached themselves onto his again.

once more, she laughs at his bewildered face. "you're so adorable, hakie. now let's go, dinner is on you remember, loser" he frowns again, but wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to kiss the top of her head. her nose scrunches at the contact and she tumbles to side a bit, walking lopsided as a result of their difference in height.

"you're so lucky i love you, yn"

they went to dinner after that, on woonhak's latest pay check from his part-time job. then when they parted that night, neither of the pair could fall asleep; lost in space as images of their spontaneous first kiss flashed against the stars. the rest was history, a story to be told over and over again until everyone and their mother's got sick of it.

"so yeah...we did have our first kiss at laser tag"

the end.

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YAYYYY FIRST FIC(ish) IN A WHILE 😭😭😭😭 hope u enjoyed it <3 sorry to have kept u waiting. love, kona.

[bonesashesglass]

Okay the election tags are trending right now and I just have to say, stop doomscrolling. Looking at posts of people being bitter and hopeless and placing blame on each other without offering solutions or ways to help is not going help in any way.

Everyone’s acting like we’re gonna start digging our graves. I even saw one person say not to say anything negative about the incoming party to protect yourself. Which is just, the absolute worst possible way to react in this situation.

I saw people blaming gen z, I saw people blaming third party voters - for the love of God stop doing that. People who see that Harris and Biden are actively supporting and funding a genocide are not to blame for not voting for her. Gen Z should not be called conservatives and Nazis (as a whole, I’m fully aware that a lot gen z people are like that, but they’re a minority) when in reality they’re the ones that were doing the most for Palestine (student protests ring a bell?).

If you want someone to blame, blame the democrats. People have been saying for a year that they will not vote for them if they continue to support a genocide, and they chose to ignore it. They decided that their imperialist and genocidal agendas were more important than appealing to their base, and this is the result.

So let them know! Call! Write! Tweet! Get in their face and tell them that if they don’t start listening to their base and actually implementing progressive policies this will happen again! Now is our chance to force democrats into a corner, don’t waste it on pointing fingers at each other!

It’s okay to mourn, it’s okay be depressed for a little, but when it turns into this - into defeatism and bitterness and toxicity and turning against each other, when we need to stand undivided more than ever - that’s a problem. That’s when you need to stop doomscrolling, and take action.

We’re looking at four years of a Trump presidency and we’re not gonna survive if we act like this. TAKE ACTION! FIGHT! Spit in the eye of anyone that tries to take away your rights. Every single conservative law or legislature that’s proposed in the coming months needs to be met with loud opposition.

For the love of God - resist! It’s like Americans forgot the meaning of the word! If scrolling through these tags fills you with a sense of dread, then get out of them! They’re not good for anything and they’re not going to help!

We can fight this, and we will fight this. Organize and take action. Defeatism is not an option

[minnielvrr]

Day 22. Possessed

Lee: Jeongin Ler: Chan Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: it's been a while since i posted a fic hehe (sorry about that)😅 I hope you guys like this🤗💖

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

Chan first discovered it one night, absentmindedly petting FoxI.Ny’s belly as he began drifting off to sleep. Meanwhile, Jeongin was humming in the shower, but his rhythmic tune quickly shifted into shrieky cackles.

And at first, Chan had been concerned, calling out to check on the maknae only to be waved off. Pouting at how Jeongin didn’t care for his affection anymore, he whined to the plush, brushing his fingers over its sides and ribs.

To throw a mini tantrum, he poked at where he assumed the little fox’s navel would be, digging in and wiggling his finger around. He’d do this to Innie too when he catches him later.

“He used to be so cute, all ‘Channie hyung this’ and ‘Channie hyung that’,” he complained, the featherlight brushing of his fingertips turning into harsher pokes to the doll’s torso that eventually morphed into scribbles over the soft material.

And for every stroke of his finger, Chan registered that the maknae’s laughter grew louder and louder until he was stumbling out of the bathroom. A towel was wrapped hastily around his hips, and bubbles of soap lined his broad shoulders.

Jeongin’s wide eyes and flushed cheeks made him look both surprised and completely helpless. His hands were clutching his sides tightly as water dripped on to the floor, forming a puddle at his feet.

His laughs were bordering on hysterical at this point and it was starting to alarm the leader. Their maknae had never acted like this before… and yet the whole scene felt vaguely familiar.

Jeongin’s face was beet red and he was gasping for breath as he flailed and scrambled about, his fingers scratching at his exposed torso as he attempted to get rid of the phantom sensations.

“Stop, stop stahahap!!” He pleaded, seemingly to no one. The leader was just about to rush to the younger’s side when his thumb accidentally prodded the plushie’s belly and Innie squealed loudly, flinching as he tried to cover his tummy too.

Chan paused. “No way…” he murmured, looking from the plush in his hands to the boy sputtering and giggling outside their bathroom.

Chan paused mid-poke, fingers hovering over the little plush as he quickly pieced together what was happening. He stared at the doll in his hands and then at the giggling, scrambling boy on the other side of the room.

“No way… could this actually be…?” he wondered, an impish grin spreading across his face. To test his theory, he gently kneaded FoxI.Ny’s sides, watching with brimming glee as Jeongin shrieked, clutching at his own. “This… is going to be fun.”

Stuffing FoxI.Ny under his pillow, he hopped off the bed and sprinted over to Innie whose knees had given out. Chan gently rubbed his back as the younger wheezed, his hand pressed to his chest.

“Innie, what’s going on?” He asked, doing his best to keep a poker face. He had a pretty good idea what was going on, but he wanted to hear Jeongin admit it.

“I-I’m not sure hyungie. I was taking a shower one moment and then I suddenly felt like I was being tickled all over. It was so scary, I thought it’d never stop.” Innie stammered out, breathing shakily.

He was trembling, arms wrapped around himself protectively and Chan felt like the worst person ever. He hadn’t at all intended to make his baby uncomfortable.

Standing up, he walked over to the bed and grabbed the doll. His abrupt actions puzzled Innie enough to direct his focus to Chan who held up the little doll.

He bit back a laugh, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as an excited buzz filled him.

‘Maybe just one more poke…Just one?’ He thought, his fingers twitching with barely-contained mischief but he decided to hold back. Perhaps it would be even more fun when Jeongin actually knew what was going on.

“That’s…. FoxI.Ny.” The maknae looked confused. Chan smiled a little, scraping his nail softly over the little fox’s tummy and in turn, Jeongin jolted, grabbing at his stomach as he giggled breathlessly.

“Oh.” The maknae looked even more puzzled than before, then as Chan brought a pair of wiggling fingers to hover over the doll, he shrieked. “Hyung, no! Please youhu have nohoho idea how bahad it tihickles,” he implored and Chan relented.

“Okay okay, you finish your night routine and then we can have our fun.” The leader set the doll down gingerly on his pillow and brought his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“You mean your fun, right? You’ll just be torturing me!” Innie teased with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Hey, don’t even try to pretend like you don’t love it just as much as I do!” Innie poked his tongue out at him and shut the door to the bathroom behind him, leaving Chan to plan just how well he’d wreck his baby soon.

Innie took… much longer than usual to finish up, spending the better part of an hour hiding behind the pretense of completing his hair, skin and nail care. Chan let him, finding the younger’s nervousness endearing to the highest level.

He wondered if the other plushies around their dorm also had the same effect and not wanting to suffer the same fate he was going to inflict on Innie soon, he ventured out to find it.

He found both Wolf Chan and Leebit sitting on their dining table, sandwiched between two mugs as PuppyM stood over them with a fork taped to his hand and an unnerving smile on his face.

Chan giggled at the setup. Of course, Seungmin’s son was reigning supreme, even in their world.

He tucked Wolf Chan safely away in his hoodie, holding the other two in one hand and used his free hand to scribbled at their hips.

It earned him twin shrieks from Lixie’s room and a barrage of squabbling ensued when Minho and Seungmin began accusing everyone around them.

Chan didn’t wait around, zooming into the kitchen where he found Bbok.Ari hugging Dwaekki while Jiniret and Han Quokka guarded over their fruit basket with straws as their weapons of choice.

He gathered them all into his arms, stuffing some of the plushie in his hoodie pocket before making his way back to his room, buzzing with excitement. Every plushie he tucked into his hoodie felt like a new secret weapon.

Just thinking about his baby’s cute giggles and desperate pleas made him want to squeal with joy. He walked in on Jeongin searching the room desperately.

“Looking for this, Innie?” He called, watching with building amusement at the way the maknae flinched, then stilled. “Hyung…. I was just…”

The way he stood made Chan want to laugh. Innie looked so small and adorable, his hair still damp from the shower and the apples of his cheeks beginning to glow with a pink hue.

“You’re not running away from me, Innie~ I can find you with a simple swipe riiiight—ACK!” The moment he brought the plush out, Jeongin lunged, tackling Chan to the floor and stuffed his hands in the older’s armpits.

“Noahahahaha thihihis ihisn’t hohohow thihis wahas suppohosed tohoho gohohoho!!”

Chan gasped, giggles bubbling up as he struggled, arms wrapping tightly around the plushies he currently had on his person. Jeongin’s fingers were ruthless, digging into the centers of his pits— a spot the younger knew well to be Chan’s weak point.

“How’s that feel hyung-ah? Should I keep you giggling so sweetly for meHEHE—AH NOHOHOHO!!” While Jeongin was busy taunting him, the leader had found his doll, focusing all his effort on drilling into FoxI.Ny’s underarms.

The youngest fell back with a screech, kicking his feet and shaking his head as a wide, dimpled smile made its way to his face.

Catching his breath, Chan couldn’t help but grin, his heart swelling at Jeongin’s desperate laughter. Gosh, Innie was just too cute when he was like this

His face always lit up in the most adorable shade of pink, with little splotches of red deepening as the ticklish sensations got to him.

“What’s wrong Innie? You were so smug just a minute ago! Can’t take what you dish out?” Chan teased; eyes gleaming when the effects of his words manifested in the form of Jeongin’s pretty face being shoved into a pillow.

“Youhuhu ahahahre soHOHOHO UNFAHAHAIR CHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG!” He whined, helpless through a stream of uncontrollable cackles.

“Now, be good for me, baby. Let me hear those pretty laughs,” Chan murmured, easing the pillow away with a soft, almost fond smile.

Exposed, the poor boy tried crawling away, twisting and rolling around to escape. However, the attempt only served to amuse the older.

“nahahAHAHAHA, NOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEASE HYUHUHUNG OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAD!!”

Jeongin staggered around, finally collapsing onto the floor in a fit of cackles when Chan aimed for the plushie's hips. He yelped, hands flying down to his own and clawing at the skin.

Somehow even his touch tickled, his raking fingers sending more shockwaves up his spine and frying his brain. It seemed that no matter what he did, he was well and truly at the mercy of their leader.

When twisting and turning didn’t seem to work either, Innie resorted to punching the fluffy carpet near their bed, eyes tearing up and cheeks aching from laughing so much.

“Yah keep it down, you’re gonna wake everyone up,” the oldest chided lightly, giggling at the way Innie struggled to retort but his words were swallowed by another onslaught of laughter.

“Ihihihim tryhyhyhing! Ihihim tryahahahaying!! Hyuhuhung ahahahahahahaha!!” It was even more fun knowing that while Chan knew that the rest were awake, sweet, naive Innie didn’t.

“Slohohow dohohohown!! Chahannie hyuhuhung pleheHEASE!!” He begged, hands clamping over his face to muffle his sounds but he couldn’t help but be loud with the way Chan’s fingers danced over the plushie’s vulnerable body.

“Okay.” And just like that, Chan let up. Jeongin gasped for breath, shooting a suspicious look over to the older. “That easy?” He asked, eyes narrowed.

“I never said this was over~ Now, how about a deal? I’ll stop if you give me a kiss, right here.” He tapped his cheek, eyes crinkling when Jeongin gagged playfully.

“No? Well then… Oh! I can finally get you to admit it with this!” Chan gasped out suddenly, eyes wide and bright and brimming with mischief.

And with that, the older’s hands were back. Chan resumed lightly, just tracing the tips of his fingers teasingly over FoxI.Ny’s sides and up his arms.

The action had Innie letting out the softest giggles, squirming from where he lay on the bed. “Nohohoho, nohohot agahahahahain!”

“Geez, how are you already laughing baby? I really can’t believe how ticklish you are.” The way Chan said it, completely matter of fact, without any teasing just made it worse. But Innie powered through. It’s not like he had a lot of options here.

The sweet sounds warmed Chan’s heart, his own smile stretching wide as he watched the youngest melt under his touch.

“Ahadmit whahahat?” Innie’s voice was growing more incoherent by the second. “That you actually really love the affection we show you!” Chan looked a little too determined for Innie to think he was bluffing.

“Ihihihi dohoHOHON’T!!” He tried protesting but the oldest wouldn’t hear it.

“Okay be that way then maknae-ah~ I’m not the one who’s gonna be tickled out of his mind.”

The softness didn’t last long, though. The leader walked over to him, and ticking the plushie with one hand he used the other to alternate tickling the same spot or a different spot on Innie's body.

“Ahhh IhihIHI HAHAHAHATE YOUHUHUHU!!” Jeongin giggled frantically, jerking away, when Chan changed spots, as if he could escape the torment.

The overlapping sensations sent the poor boy into hysterics, voice high pitched and rough as he howled with laughter. He fought weakly against Chan, but the older clearly had the upper hand here.

“FUHUHUHUCK HYUHUHUNG YOUHUH’RE KIHIHILLIHING MEHEHEHE!!” He all but wailed, Chan tsking at him to not be so dramatic.

There was no hope of the sweet torture ending and the younger boy started to feel a little light headed and buzzed, eyes dropping with exhaustion and laughter slowly dying down.

Jeongin’s resolve was broken easily. The exhaustion from the day and the older’s ruthless actions chipping away at the remains of his willpower.

“FIHIHINE IHIhi lohove youhuhur affectiohon!” He giggled out with the lasts of his breath, Innie’s laughter going silent soon after.

It was then that Chan stopped, helping him sit up and bringing an uncapped bottle of water to his lips. He drank the cool liquid in a daze, giggles still spilling out as random tingles zoomed over his skin.

He felt hyper aware now of where the leader's hands rested around his waist, flinching at the slightest movement.

Chan laughed at him, assuring him that he would be spared in exchange for a kiss and by now, the maknae was too exhausted to put up any act of disgust.

So, he leaned over and pecked Chan's cheek, huffing out a laugh at the blush that flooded the older's face.

Chan was so adorably transparent with his emotions. He leaned over and pecked his other cheek just so he could watch their usually bold eldest break down into shy giggles, hiding his face in Jeongin's chest.

“Stooop!” He whined, growing flustered from the younger’s unexpected affection.

And feeling suddenly emboldened by Chan’s reaction, Jeongin cupped his face, littering kisses on every inch of skin he could reach.

Then he sat back, still holding Chan's face up to look at him as his skin grew hotter under Innie's hands and redder under his amused gaze.

"You're so cute hyung." He told him, sending a scribble to his side as he got up and brushed himself off before climbing in bed—specifically in Chan's bed.

That night, he cuddled the oldest for a change, which allowed him gleeful little perks like leaning over to whisper to Chan every way he'd tickle him, all the different techniques he'd use on each of the leader's worst spots once he had Wolf Chan in his hands.

"I won't let you escape hyung-ah. I'm going to wring out all your squeakiest laughs and I'm going to record it. And what if I even get you to snort?”

Chan squeaked, trying to cover his ear but Jeongin wrapped his arms around him, pinning Chan’s own to his sides and rendering them useless. For once, he had hyung right where he wanted him, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip.

“Maybe Hannie hyung or Binnie hyung would use it in our next song~ Just imagine it, your cute little squeals for STAY to hear! They’d love it so much!" He mused softly, smirking when Chan's ears burned and the older squirmed in his hold, breath hitching and stuttering at the other's words.

"What's the matter, hyung? If just hearing about it makes you this flustered, I can't wait for the real thing." He teased. Jeongin knew it was mean, he also knew how much Chan liked being teased despite how shy he got.

He gently petted the older’s hair, helping him calm down from the embarrassment. Chan eventually gave him the little plush, smoothening his hands over its ruffled fur one last time before Jeongin snatched it away.

Then the older turned and pulled him into a hug; the kind that seemed to last for ages and take away every last bit of your strength. The kind that makes your worries and fears and insecurities fade feel not as heavy anymore.

He nestled his face into Chan’s shoulder, letting himself relax completely and enjoying the warmth radiating from Chan’s embrace.

Chan didn’t speak, didn’t say anything and he appreciated that. It made him feel cherished in a way he hadn’t quite expected.

It’s was nice, he thought, how Chan could make him feel so safe just by being close. Playfulness aside, there was something grounding about being held like this, something that made him feel… protected.

Chan’s hugs were like his own quiet version of healing, an unspoken promise of comfort that Jeongin had come to depend on more than he’d ever admit.

Feeling a swell of gratitude, Jeongin gave Chan’s arm a gentle squeeze, letting his eyes drift shut as he whispered, “Thanks, hyung. I mean it.”

The next morning, a lot of things seemed suddenly much more exciting. Rested and ready, the duo now had a secret weapon against everyone else in the band.

The two plotting against Minho this way. The next day, Chan tackled Minho during one of their breaks between dance practices, hands immediately going to the younger's ribs and vibrating into the crevices.

As he did, he glanced up, making eye contact with Jeongin, twin smirks appearing before Innie pulled out Leebit and began tickling roughly over its belly.

The maknaes fingers were quick, flitting about, one hand easily becoming two as Minho gasped, his hands shooting down to his belly from where they'd been grappling with Chan's.

“Get ohohohoff!! Youhuhuhuhu’re heheavyhy and groHOHOSS!!” He squealed, back arching and head thrown back as he struggled.

He couldn't see who was tickling his stomach, feeling pretty sure that both of Chan's hands were busy by his ribs. Not knowing his other attacker only made Minho feel more sensitive.

“Fuhuhuhuhck CHAHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE!!” He pleaded helplessly, struggling to escape.

But he wasn't allowed the luxury of having anything more than surface level thoughts when another pair of hands began squeezing his thighs and curling under his knees. Insults and retorts rose and died at the tip of his tongue.

And no matter how hard Minho kicked out, the movements didn't so much as pause, sending him spiraling into a giggly demise. How tragic.

This was what teamwork looked like—or at least, what their teamwork looked like. Perfectly in sync, with Chan’s hands scribbling over Minho’s hips and Jeongin’s own squeezing and poking his sides.

Together, the two reduced poor, ticklish Minho to a mess of laughter. His clothes and hair ruffled beyond help and neck and ears painted a beautiful shade of crimson.

They didn’t let up on their victim until the 15-minute break was over, Minho looking like he’d run a marathon as he lay limp on the floor.

“I’ll get you back Chan-ah!” The kitten vowed from his spot, “both you and your sneaky little helper!” But his flushed cheeks and teary eyes dampened the weight of his threat.

Chan and Jeongin shared a look, grinning smugly to themselves. There was still much, much more fun to be had and mischief to be dealt before they gave away their little secret.

[dsireland86]

Omg I just read Denial and it was so good! But we need a follow up please on how the boys find out that Matt & Y/N are finally together and of course the bet they made pretty please with a cherry on top 🥰

Sweet!!! I'm really happy you liked it!! I thought it turned out really good, too. Let's see what I can come up with for a part 2

Denial Pt. 2

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Y/N woke up, stretching and yawning. The bright sun was pouring through the closed blinds, trying to make itself visible. Looking around, she searched the room for the one person she thought for sure she'd see when waking up, but Matt's sweet face was nowhere to be seen.

Matt pushed open the door with his foot, carrying a can of Celsius on one hand and a steaming hot cup of coffee in the other. He didn't look up at her, in fear he'd break his concentration of walking all the way from the kitchen to the bedroom without spilling a drop.

Y/N watched him, smiling big, biting her lip the moment Matt sat the cup down on the bedside table next to her.

"Hi," he said with a grin. "Hi," Y/N replied. "I made you coffee." "I see that." I didn't know what you usually put in yours." "What did you put in it?" "Two sugars and a little milk." "Oh dang, I usually take five sugars." Matt's face wrinkled in disgust, making Y/N chuckle. "I'm kidding, Matt. The way you made it is perfect." Matt relaxed, climbing into bed with her. 

He at least had shorts on, but Y/N was still naked.

"I'm already addicted to the feeling of your skin against mine," Matt confessed rubbing his nose against hers

"Well then, these need to come off," Y/N teased, rubbing her leg against his shorts.

Matt sat up, instantly taking them off and tossing them to the floor, parting her legs to lay back down.

His cock that was soft a few minutes ago was hard now, pressed close against her sex. Matt rutted softly against her as they slowly kissed. Her small whimpers instigated every thought he was having of being inside her to the point that he was trying hard to move just his tip against her.

Y/N slightly wiggled around until finally Matt slipped inside her, filling her sex completely. The way he stretched her, moving against her walls like he'd known them forever, made Y/N completely defenseless. She dug at his back, running her nails all the way down to his ass, squeezing it as she pushed him up into her.

Matt grunted over and over, gently thrusting into her, yet hard enough so she'd remember him throughout the day.

"Oh god, I hate how much I need you," he groaned, sliding his lips over the skin of her neck. He kept going, reaching her breasts and wrapping his lips around each nipple, sucking them and rolling them around his tongue. He reached her belly sweetly peppering it with kisses. But that wasn't where Y/N wanted him.

She thrusted her hips, forcing her soaked, aching sex into Matt until he got the idea. Looking up at her, Matt grinned softly before lowering his face between her legs. He could already smell her sex and it smelled amazing.

Using just the tip of his tongue, Matt teased Y/N, getting off on just the way she panted and moaned for him. Her soft cries as she clawed at the bed sheets had his mind on a high. Never before had he made love to a girl who responded to him in the way Y/N was.

"You're pussy tastes so fucking good, baby." He peered up at her, grinning when he saw her watching him. Spreading her wet folds open, Matt went deep inside her with his tongue, licking, sucking, and nipping until all that could be heard was her loud, desperate moans and cries.

"Fuck, Matt, you're gonna make me cum! Don't stop!"

She pushed him against her sex, thrusting lightly into his mouth. It wasn't until the friction of his nose rubbing against her clit started that the immense pressure in her lower abdomen became unmanageable and before she could say anything she gripped the bed sheets tightly, crying Matt's name as her orgasm ripped through her, completely ruining her.

Matt cleaned her with his tongue, swallowing everything, then wiped his mouth before collapsing next to her. Y/N was breathless, eyes closed tightly as she tried to recover.

"You okay?" Matt was a little worried he'd overdone it. Luckily, Y/N nodded, finally turning over and looking at him.

"That was a little intense."

"First time for everything," Matt smirked. "It sure is." "What?" "That was a first for me." Matt sat up, shocked. "You're lying!" Y/N shook her head. "How's that even possible?" She shrugged. "Matt, I've only been with two guys before you, and both of them were serious relationships." Matt's brows creased. "You've never had an overnight fling or anything like that?" Y/N shook her head again. "Wow! I feel like a man whore now," Matt laughed. "Why? How many girls have you been with?" Matt laughed nervously. "Ummm, well," he huffed another laugh, "at least five or six." Y/N's widened in surprise. "Damn." "Or seven.." "Seven!" "I'm joking," he smiled. Y/N threw a pillow at him. "Funny," she rolled her eyes.

"I thought so," Matt said, standing up and holding his hands out. "Come on, let's go shower before heading over to the studio. Noah's been blowing up my phone this morning."

"Oh god! You know why, don't you?" Y/N groaned, getting up and wrapping the sheet around her as she took Matt's hand.

"Um, should I?"

"Remember, they already think we're a thing, Matt. I bet you Noah's already made a bet or something with the others over if we've slept together or not."

Matt laughed, closing the bathroom door. He turned on the shower, making sure the water was the right temperature before turning back to her and pulling the sheet off her body.

"You overthink things way too much," he said, scooping her up in his arms, kissing her madly to the point that she quickly forgot about Noah or anything else.

"Round two?" Matt muttered against her lips, pulling her into the shower and under the hot water.

"Absolutely!"

Y/N and Matt stole one more heated kiss before exiting the car. He walked into the studio first, Y/N tagging along behind him quietly, pretending to be interested in something on her phone. It took all her effort not to reach out and take his hand just to feel his skin on hers.

The moment they walked into the studio, Y/N felt all eyes on her. She smiled at the guys, noticing the looks they were giving her and Matt; especially Noah. The shit eating grin on his face was already making her paranoid.

"What?" "What?" "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Like what?" She rolled her eyes at Noah, sighing. "Leave me alone, Noah, please." "Have a late night?" You give him a hard scowl. "What are you implying?" Noah shakes his head, trying hard to mask his grin. "Nothing. Did they fix the water pipe in your building yet?" "I don't know yet," Y/N scowled at him skeptically. "What did you and Matt do last night?" "I don't know, Noah, I fell asleep before he even came home," she answered, clearly irritated.

"Wow, okay, calm down, I was just asking," Noah said defensively, holding his hands up.

Y/N growled in frustration, storming off before Noah could drill her for any more information.

Jolly came over to Noah, folding his arms over his chest. "Well, what do you think?" "Oh," Noah laughed, turning to face Jolly. "They clearly slept together." "Fuck!" Jolly cursed. "Well, I'm not paying up until you can prove it." "Alright, that's fine," Noah said. "But I will. Just watch." He patted Jolly on the back before walking away.

Throughout the day, Matt focused hard on the music and the upcoming tour. He poured himself into it, working with Folio on a new drum pattern for a revised edition of an older song. Jolly and Nick hammered out some new chords with Noah tracking some new vocal sounds, trying to find new ways to revamp some of the songs.

Y/N drowned herself in helping Bryan organize and edit photos from the previous shows they did, which were a few sporadic ones here and there. But, no matter how hard she and Matt tried, they couldn't keep their eyes off each other for too long.

Finally, towards the end of the day, Y/N couldn't handle it any longer and pulled Matt into a small bathroom, locking the door.

"It's too dark," Matt whispered, feeling around in the darkness for any sign of Y/N.

"That's the whole point. We don't want to draw attention," she replied quietly, removing her shirt.

Matt's hands found her, running over the softness of her small breast, instantly making her nipples hard.

"Oh baby," he moaned for her, pinching the pebbled flesh between his thumbs and fingers.

"How wet are you for me?" he asked, slipping his hand down her leggings and under her panties, straight into her pussy.

"Oh fuck, so wet," he groaned. "Matty," Y/N whined quietly. "What do you want, baby? You want me inside you." "Uh-huh, yeah, I do, right now."

In the pitch black, Matt quickly undressed, lifting Y/N onto the counter and removing her remaining clothing. He didn't waste a second, pulling her into him and filling her fully with his hard cock. His thickness against her walls was more than she could handle, and Matt had to press his hand against her mouth to keep her quiet as he fucked her hard.

It wasn't long until both of them came together, panting and sweaty as they clung to one another.

"Holy shit, Y/N, is this what I've been missing all this time," Matt said, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. She caressed his back, kissing the side of his head and laying her cheek on his shoulder.

"I know. You feel amazing inside me."

Matt's lips found hers in the dark, their tongues breaking the barriers of their teeth and meeting wildly. His hands tangled in her hair, as did hers in his.

"I don't want anyone else, Y/N. Only you. Let's make this thing for real. I don't care what the fuck the guys say and how much the make fun of us. You're the one I want. It's always been you.”

Tears rolled down Y/N's eyes over Matt's confession. All the months of working for him, trying to keep her feelings for him suppressed, were finally over.

"I want nothing more than you too, Matt. You're my person. You've always been my person. Yes, let's make this thing for real."

Matt pulled out of her, finding enough paper towels to clean her up with, and finally turning the light on, they dressed, grinning at one another as they did. Matt kissed her on the forehead, wrapping his arms around her.

A sudden knock on the door startled both of them, making their hearts beat heavily against their chests. Matt and Y/N look at one another, eyes wide.

"I'm in here," Matt called out.

"Matt, have you seen Y/N? I can't find her. I need her help editing the last few photos."

Both of them sighed, exhaling in relief.

"No, I haven't. Last time I saw her she was with you. But I'm taking a dump, so if you don't mind,"

"Oh yeah, sorry man," Bryan apologized, walking away.

Y/N giggled quietly, kissing Matt quickly. He turned the light off and left the bathroom, texting Y/N moments later that the coast was clear.

"Noah, I think you're wrong, man. I'm not seeing anything that proves the two of them slept together."

Jolly grabbed his bag, ready to leave the studio.

Noah was frustrated. He was more than sure Matt and Y/N had slept together and were a thing. He was about to call the deal off when he saw Matt exit the bathroom. "Hey," he grinned, patting Jolly on the shoulder and pointing towards the bathroom. They watched as Matt closed the door and  moments later Y/N sneaking out and walking off in the opposite direction. Jolly groaned, looking over at Noah.

"I'll take my fifty bucks now," he smirked, holding his hand out. Jolly groaned, slapping a fifty into Noah's hand before walking away.

"They all know, now," Matt told her, running his finger up and down her shoulder. Y/N was curled up into him, her head resting on his chest as she danced her fingers along his skin. She took a deep breath, exhaling quickly.

"How do you know?" "Noah called me after everyone left the studio. You were right, they all already knew."

Y/N sat up, looking down at Matt.

"See, I told you! And you told me I was overthinking too much. Ha!" "Alright, slow your roll cougar," Matt ordered, pulling her back down on him. "If we're going to make this thing work, you need to trust my intuition. I know things." "Oh you do, do you," Matt chuckled, lightly tickling her sides and making her giggle. "Yeah, I do," she laughed, sitting back up. "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Her eyes narrowed at Matt, seeing that familiar twinkle in his eyes. She knew exactly what he was thinking from the way his hand traveled to crotch.

Y/N straddled him, scooting down, far enough to position herself where she wanted.

"Oh yeah, I know exactly what you're thinking," she grinned at him, lowering her head down between his legs.

Matt sighed, closing his eyes and laying his hand on the back of her head as she took him in her mouth and began giving him the best head he'd ever had.

[lgbtsana]

LOST IN TRANSLATION

- sim jaeyun / jake one-shot

GENRE: Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Deaf Jake, College Life.

PERM TAG LIST: @run2seob

Jake is a 21 year-old deaf, junior university student, who has trauma from bullying over the fact he can't hear. Y/N is a 20 year-old, freshman university student, who just wants to make friends. She approaches Jake without knowing he's deaf, and he begins to dislike her when she couldn't understand why he was pointing to his ears. Y/N learned through Heeseung that Jake was deaf. Why not learn sign language? Will she be able to befriend Jake or will he dislike her until he graduates?

The alarm in her room, blaring, filling the room with its ever so annoying noises. Y/N's hand slams on the nightstand, searching for the alarm clock desperately, trying to turn it off.

“Just turn off already!” she exclaimed, sitting up and turning it off. A sigh of relief escapes her lips, “Finally…” her voice trails.

“Fuck! I'm late!” She hurries to change her clothes and get to her university, Decelis Academy.

While she was almost always late, she had good grades. Her GPA is what got her accepted. So, learning things felt like a breeze to Y/N.

Arriving to her class, she immediately got scolded by the professor. “Late again, Ms. Seo” Professor Jay remarked, annoyed at the tardiness. But, just glad she made it.

While, Professor Jay seems harsh. He actually is laid back and kind. Always making sure everyone is done with their work, and able to turn it in. The students appreciated it, this allowed them to understand the material better.

“Sorry, Professor Jay…” her voice trailed, “I was up late studying.”

A sigh left the professor's lips, “Sit down, at least you're late with a decent reason.”

A slight smile met her lips, “Thank you, Professor Jay!” she spoke excitedly, walking to her desk chair and taking a seat.

Being a Freshman gave Y/N some advantages, she was able to get off with being tardy, blaming it on ‘studying’ when she already knew the material.

Though, she had some challenges with making friends. They always walk away from her, saying that she was “Too weird.”

It irked Y/N, but she let it go.

After her class ended, she noticed a taller boy in the hallway. Realizing this was a chance to make a friend, she skipped over excitedly and spoke, “Excuse me? Would you like to be friends?”

Silence.

“Ah, ignored again…” she sighed as the boy turned around and jolted in surprise. His jolt made her jump as well, but she was still confused. Why didn't he answer her?

She said the same lines she just spoke, and he tilted his head. Bringing out his phone and typing, before showing her, “I'm deaf.”

Her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, finally understanding the situation. She still wasn't sure how to communicate with him, and he got annoyed. Huffing and walking away.

Y/N reached her hand out as she frowned. Another chance down the drain.

The night of, she looked up videos to learn sign language. She realized that, to communicate better, she could learn sign language.

Y/N stayed up all night learning sign language. Practicing signs to perfect her understanding.

The next day, she walked up proudly to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and was visibly annoyed by her presence. “My name is Y/N, what is yours?” she smiled as she signed to him. His eyes widening in shock, no one having done this for him before.

“Jake.” was all he signed before quickly walking away.

“Jake, huh…” Y/N murmured, turning on her heel and making her way to Heeseung.

“Hey!” her hands clasped his shoulders roughly, making him jolt. “What the hell!” he exclaimed, “I'm doing an assignment, what's up?”

“Do you know who Jake is?”

“Jake? Yeah, he's the deaf student. Keeps to himself.” Heeseung quickly replied.

“Making more friends is hard, Seungie…” she whispered, visibly upset.

“What happened? Wait- Did you try to talk to Jake?”

“Yeah! But I learned sign language after that to fix things, I think that made him hate me more…”

A fit of laughter began as Heeseung couldn't hold it in anymore.

“Hey! It's not funny, asshole!” she hit his back lightly, making sure not to hurt him.

“It kinda is.” Heeseung spoke plainly.

“No!”

“Yeah!” He laughed heartily.

“I'll get Sunoo to talk to him, he knows sign language.”

“You will? Thank you!” she hugged her closest, and only, friend.

“Yeah, yeah. Now let me do my assignment, in peace.”

Y/N nodded and left the room.

Heeseung was able to get Sunoo to convince Jake to talk to Y/N. It was a long process, but they were able to do it.

Jake and Y/N meet up at the park, signing to each other, Y/N made sure to get every sign correct.

Jake noticed her concentration on making sure she was signing correctly. A chuckle left his lips, watching her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“What's so funny?” she signed to him.

“Your eyebrows furrow when you concentrate,” he signed back, “It's kinda funny.”

Y/N pouted, “No fair! I'm trying not to mess up and make you hate me…” she signed and frowned at the end.

Jake's eyes widened, he didn't particularly hate her, he was more weary of her.

“I got bullied for being deaf when I was younger,” he signed, explaining his childhood thoroughly.

At the end, Y/N understood why he was weary. But, he finally knew she wasn't like that.

Christmas came around in a flash, people around campus going home to visit family. Yet, some decided to stay in their dorms. Keeping time to themselves.

Jake texted Y/N that he was going to visit family and came to her dorm room to give her a hug. “Until we meet again!” he signed, making it dramatic as possible. Y/N laughed, “Yeah, yeah, get going drama king!” she signed back, before putting her hands on his back to push him.

He pulled out his phone and texted her, “See you later!”

She looked up from her phone and smiled. Mouthing slowly, “Bye.”

Holidays ended, and Y/N was waiting at the train station for Jake to arrive. She wanted to surprise him when he came back.

As the train came to a stop, the door slowly opened and people from inside came flooding out. Y/N was focused on finding Jake, her eyes searching through the crowd until their eyes met.

Her face lit up as a smile came to her lips. She noticed Jake mouthing, “Can I hug you?”

She gave him a nod as confirmation, and he walked over to her, pushing through the crowd and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

Y/N's eyes widened as Jake pulled away, “Kiss?” she signed, “I thought it was a hug?”

Jake covered his mouth to laugh, before signing, “I mouthed, ‘’Can I kiss you?”

Y/N shrugged, “Either works!” she signed with a smile. Before giving him a tight hug, pulling away and signing, “Welcome back.”

While flowers take time to blossom fully, so does love. It takes time to learn a language, it takes time for feelings to grow. Love takes time.

[demadogs]

some of you need to hate ai way more than you currently do

[residentialsinyomakai]

Hello hello!!! Guess what. Yokai art dump below the cut!! So cool and shiny wow

Its true, I do >u<

I'll try and section these and give the usual explanations below! Image ID for more drawing specific inksplanation.

Click for full image! Since a lotta these are weirdly shaped they were cut off....augh...

McKraken and Maddiman related doodlesssss they're some of my faves <3 i will always love them even if they're not my focus characters atm (well. McKraken kinda is rn but also Babblong so YAY)

Misc. Yokai and ocs! The frog is Kerosque, the guy w the swirly pompadour thing is Swiss, and the monkey is Romono (although he's a Regretevator OC from FOREVER ago, he's still my son <33)

SWISS STUFF RAUGHHHH ! inconsistent style will be APPARENT here try not to notice shuhhhhhgh

Height for main yokai in my AU/on Casp's team! (In the anime it's just primary summons then wwwww)

Some yokai practice/design hcs bc my friend asked!! I was so happy to share 🤭 LOVE YOU CHERCHERRRR

Some of my little guys once more! Rawry' prob one of my faves yokai to draw, easy and fun to do show-accurate or stylized.

OCSSSSSS. AND BADDINYAN. MY EVIL CAT <3333 the guy next to the frog in the middle is an oc idea but idk for what yet =▽=

AUGH. THERES AN IMAGE LIMIT? Well in case you're wondering it's 30....post the rest after I get tomorrow's doodles. See you then and thank you for looking at and reading about my arts!

[paimonial-rage]

from your character analysis ask meme, for alhaitham: Are they prone to jealousy? would he be too logical to be jealous? Would his jealousy be in vain or would it perhaps be a sign that his partner has crossed the line of sorts?

Definition of jealousy:

I apologize for taking some time with this ask. I’m going to answer this in a more analytical format because I think this situation calls for it. I want to say that no, under normal circumstances, Alhaitham is not the kind of person to get jealous. In my experience, there are usually three triggers for jealousy:

1. Reader interacting normally with friends and hobbies and partner gets (unreasonably) jealous

2. Reader getting too involved with spending time with friends/hobbies not realizing they’re neglecting partner which gets them (reasonably) jealous

3. Reader specifically does things that will incite jealousy within partner by purposefully doing things like ignoring partner or flirting with others

Alhaitham would not get jealous under the first instance. Being a very independent person, he would understand and respect his partner’s need for it as well. The second instance would be the closest he’d feel to your definition of jealousy. While he’d be able to withstand it for a while, eventually he’d probably feel neglected and would pull you away to capture your sole attention.

As for the third scenario, while he would get upset and would get jealous, I don’t believe this would happen in a normal relationship. Personally, I would never flirt with someone that isn’t my partner just for fun, even if I’m close to them. I think that’s a very hurtful thing to do to someone that has feelings for you.

So long story short, no, I don’t think Alhaitham is prone to jealousy. Not that he’s “too logical” to be jealous. He just understands and respects people’s need for independence. That being said, he probably can end up feeling neglected if left alone too long.

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[nakylvr]

hiiii can I request gp!sophia x fem!reader with angst prompt 1 + smut prompt 10 where basically reader just had a huge fight with her ex bf and went to sophia bc she’s her best friend (that she’s also lowkey really attracted to) and sophia tries to cheer reader up (by fucking her) but she’s really sweet and fluffy during it🫶🏼

(sorry if this doesn’t make any sense but I hope you get what I mean😭english is not my first language💜)

bestie this is so good...you made perfect sense i understood completely 🫶 thank you so much for requesting!

— ALL I WANTED ⚓️

sophia laforteza (katseye) x fem!reader

summary: angst prompt 1("i didn't know where else to go") + smut prompt 10("don't worry, i'll take care of you") from my 100 follower event OR you have a big fight with your boyfriend and break up. going to your best friend sophia, things take a turn by how she "cheers you up"

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, g!p!sophia, soft dom!sophia, sub!reader, soft sex, lots of praise, unprotected sex, cumming inside

you stood in front of the door of your best friend's apartment. your arms were folded in on yourself, practically hugging yourself as you waited for the door to open. it was cold outside, feeling the chill breeze as you wore merely a thin sweater and leggings. you glance away for a split second, and suddenly the door opens revealing sophia, whose expression quickly goes from happy to concerned at the sight of you.

"oh my god, are you okay?" she immediately questions. "here, come inside. you're probably freezing." she grabs your arm and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you.

"sorry for showing up like this," you apologize quietly as you look down at the ground. "i didn't know where else to go," your voice cracks as you say this.

sophia can instantly tell something is wrong. the first thing being you apologizing when she would never be upset with you for randomly showing up in the middle of the night. second being the way your eyes won't meet hers. and third, the crack in your voice.

"hey, hey," she says softly, placing her hands on your shoulders. "what's wrong? what happened?" her tone is so caring and genuine like she always is with you. she hates seeing you upset to the point of near crying, but she doesn't know how to help if she doesn't know what's wrong.

"it-it's just my boyfriend and i got in a huge fight...he broke up with me and basically kicked me out so...i came here," your voice is quiet as you speak, still not being able to meet her eyes.

sophia's eyes go wide for a second at your answer. but when you finally look at her, eyes filled with tears, her breath hitches in her throat. she can't lie and say she doesn't think this is a blessing in disguise given the fact she's been pining for you for years now, but couldn't do anything with that stupid boyfriend of yours around, cause she does think it. she knows you feel the same, at least she thinks it with the lingering stares you've been giving her more recently and the way you've talked to her lately. she tries to think quickly of what's the best option to do right now, too many different thoughts running through her head as she stares back at you. hesitantly, she moves her hands from your shoulders to cup your face in her hands, seeing the way your eyes subtly widen at her action and hoping she isn't fucking this up. "how about i help cheer you up?"

you're frozen in your spot as sophia asks you the question, and you're not sure how to respond. you don't have a complete understanding of what she's meaning, your mind going in a direction you assume would never happen ever no matter how much you wanted. "what do you mean by that?" you respond quietly.

"whatever you want it to mean," sophia answers in the same voice. "i'm here for anything you need or want."

those words are enough reassurance you need to finally say what you've been wanting to say for a while now. "kiss me," you whisper.

sophia tries to fight the smile that creeps on her face at your reply, but fails miserably as she leans in and closes the gap between you and her. she can taste the remainder of your lipgloss on your lips that you applied earlier in the day, sighing softly against your lips. your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer to you before parting from the kiss. your face is inches away from hers, and your fingers play with her hair as you stare into her eyes.

"you're a really good kisser," you murmur. "how were you planning on cheering me up?" you ask next.

"will you let me show you?" sophia responds. "let me take care of you like you deserve." her hands move to your waist, somehow managing to pull you even closer.

"please," you say in a quiet voice.

that's all sophia needs to hear before she's pulling you to her bedroom, kissing you continuously and almost tripping when she hits the bed. she swiftly picks you up and lays you down on the bed, crawling above you and peering down at you. her hands find the hem of your swearer and she looks at you, silently asking for your permission to remove it. you nod your head, and she slowly pulls it up over your head, leaving you in your bra and leggings.

"you're so beautiful," sophia murmurs, her hands drifting up and down your torso. they stop at the waistband of your leggings, her fingers hooking around it and lightly tugging them down your legs and off along with your panties. "you have no idea how much i've wanted this," she says, her eyes wandering over your body, her cock throbbing in her boxers at the sight of you in front of her. she quickly discards her shirt and shorts, leaving her in her boxers that had a wet spot from the precum leaking from her tip. she brings a hand between your legs, fingers dragging along your folds before slowly slipping two into your wet heat.

"s-sophia," you whimper out when she slowly thrusts her fingers in and out of you.

your walls suck her fingers in greedily, making her only want you more as she pulls her fingers out after a few seconds, needing to feel you around her cock. she strips off her boxers, her cock springing out, the head red and dripping beads of precum. supporting herself up with one of her arms near your head, the other holds the base of her length, sliding up and down your dripping pussy, collecting your slick on her tip. "don't worry, i'll take care of you," she tells you softly. "are you ready?"

you nod your head, whimpering at the feeling of her rubbing against you. "yes- please i need you so bad," your voice comes out whinier than you wanted, but you can't find it in you to care seeing the way sophia's eyes darken at your words.

slowly, she pushes inside of you, watching the way your eyes roll back at the size of her filling you up. sophia curses under her breath at your walls squeezing around her tightly, stopping once she was fully in you. "you tell me when you want me to move, okay?" she presses a quick kiss on your lips.

your jaw falls open as you feel her stretching you out, a quiet whimper coming from you when she stops. you nod again at her words, taking a few shallow breaths before speaking. "y-you can move now."

inch by inch, sophia pulls out before sliding back in, the wetness of your pussy making it oh so easy for her to build a slow pace. "you're so pretty," she says, leaning down and kissing you. "god, you're so tight," she hisses against your lips.

quiet moans fall from your lips as she sets a slow pace, almost embarrassed of getting too loud, whimpering at her words as she kisses you. your arms hook around her neck, pulling her closer. parting from the kiss, you breathe heavily as you stare up at her, biting down on your lower lip to try and keep quiet.

sophia's eyes don't leave yours once, keeping eye contact while maintaining her slow pace. she didn't want to get rough with you in your current state, she was happy enough for this to be happening in general. plus, she seriously doubted your dumbass boyfriend gave a fuck about whether you actually came or not. so she was going to make sure you would. "don't be shy, princess," she pushes some of your hair out of your face. "let me hear you, my love. i wanna hear the pretty noises you make."

your face heats up at the realization that she wants to hear you, finally letting go of your lip from your teeth and freely moaning like she wanted. "sh-shit sophia," you whine her name. you're surprised at how slow and gentle the girl above you is being, as if she was worried she would hurt you when you know she would never even think of hurting you once. but, it was nice. she was right, she was making you feel the way you deserved.

hearing her name coming from you in that whiny tone has sophia's cock twitching in you, letting out quiet grunts with her gaze still on you. "how does it feel, baby?" she asks you, genuine. she needs to know she's making you feel good, she needs to hear you say it. she doesn't know how she's keeping up this slow, almost agonizing pace, but seeing your reactions each time she slowly pushes back in is enough for her to keep at it. "tell me how it feels."

"g-good," you manage out through moans. "it fe-feels so g-good- fuck- you're making m-me feel so good," you emphasize on 'you're' so that she knows that she's the only one on your mind. it was true, you couldn't even think about anything else except for the way she feels like this. you didn't even remember why you came here, and you didn't care, either.

"fuck," sophia breathes out at your response. she can tell you've long forgotten why you originally came to her place, and that mixed with you emphasizing that she's the one making you feel this good has her swelling with pride. "you're so beautiful like this. i love you so so much," she mumbles, not realizing the way her words could sound to you.

you can barely process her words, only hearing the 'i love you', and that alone has you clenching tightly around her cock, somehow getting even wetter than you already were. "i lo-love you too- o-oh my god!" your eyes roll back when you feel her tip nudge against your g-spot. "fu-fuck!" you feel tears welling in your eyes as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming.

seeing the tears in your eyes has sophia cooing at you, cupping your cheek with one of her hands and wiping the stray tear that falls. "shh, you're close, yeah?" she says quietly. she slowly speeds up her thrusts just a little bit, pushing so deep into you that she can practically see the outline of her cock bulging from your stomach making her twitch again. "i'm close too- shit!- tel-tell me where you want me," her words are starting to get interrupted by little whimpers escaping her throat as she feels herself get closer.

you nod your head quickly at her question, murmuring out, "ye-yes," through your noises that are getting louder and whinier. her next words have your head spinning to come up with a response. staring up into her eyes as she stares down at you, you know the answer you're going to give. "i-in me, please, i'm o-on the pill, please cum in me, please," you're begging for her in a way that would be embarrassing to you in any other moment, but you can't find it in you to care.

sophia's eyes go wide when you tell her what you want, but she isn't going to deny your requests in any shape or form. "don't worry, my love," she tells you before kissing you, moaning into the kiss and speeding up just a little bit more.

whining her name as she kisses you, you pull her down impossibly closer to you, your bodies practically pressed against each other. your legs wrap around her hips, bringing her even closer to you. pulling out of the kiss, you rest your forehead against hers, looking deeply into her eyes as short breaths and moans of her name leave your mouth. "f-fuck, sophia 'm so close,"

"go on," she pecks your lips quickly. "cum for me, my pretty girl. so pretty for me like this, god," she groans quietly.

after one final thrust, your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum so hard you end up seeing white, your hands clawing at her back. not even a minute later, sophia is putting her face in your neck and letting out a long drawn-out whine as spurts of her cum fill you up to the brim. she stays there for a moment or two, breathing heavily into your neck before slowly pulling out of you. a whimper falls from your lips at the feeling, your arms still hooked around her neck and holding her close to you.

"do you...really love me in this way?" you whisper quietly.

sophia pulls her face from your neck at your hesitant question, looking down at you and nodding her head. "of course. i just didn't want to do anything while you were with him," she answers truthfully.

you nod slowly, clearly hesitating about asking the next question you were thinking of. "do you want...to be with me?"

there's a look in sophia's eyes that you can't figure out, as if she's struggling with a response. "yes," she says in a quiet voice.

"then i'm yours," you smile at her, moving your hands to cup her cheeks. "i love you."

sophia's face instantly lights up when you speak, a wide smile tugging on her lips. "i love you too, so much."

[kijosakka]

@perpetualexistence this is Your ask after all, tumblr just hates me and i have no idea where it went,,, you ask and i deliver 🙏

[mavigator]

Not rlly a question but can you talk at me about MJ and Peter and what you love about them I know nothing but love hearing information

what i really like about peter and mj is that they both had to mature in order to make getting together feasible. they’ve liked each other a lot ever since they met, but it would’ve been a disaster if they started dating in college. MJ was still putting on her party-girl persona and avoiding vulnerability, and peter was still learning to regulate his emotions and balance his life. a lot of people like to make a gwen vs. mj thing (“who does peter love more?”) but it’s not about that. peter and mary jane had to wait for it to work, and when it did it was great!

they’re very cute. MJ has ambition and drive that keeps peter motivated and grounded simultaneously. she’s got a no-nonsense attitude and will call him out when he’s being a dickhead (which he is, often). peter adores mary jane and truly believes she can do anything she puts her mind to, and when he’s losing hope, the thought of her ALWAYS pulls him back to his feet. think kraven’s last hunt, when peter was buried alive for 2 weeks. he was pretty out of it. he drifted, purposefully not letting himself remember who he was. he wanted to stay down there, where it was safe and he didn’t have to be a person—he didn’t have to be spider-man—but when he remembered mary jane, he suddenly HAD to dig his way out. and he did. he literally busted out of the grave to get back to her

aside from that, they’re just very cute. here are some of my images

i have more on my computer but i’m not home right now so these will have to suffice

basically they’re very married and peter loves his beautiful talented wife . the end

[complicit-rot]

i haven't been this social & talkative in Years someone drag me out back