#but they havent lifted a finger to fix it

[healpimp]

ive dreamed the bothosters coming back with even worse bots twice now and every time i woke up like slightly annoyed before realizing some of the bigger bothosters and cheaters have been banned and every effort theyve made has been foiled by Valve and theyve yet to reverse engineer whatever it is Valve is using to gut them with and i start looking like this

[tzuberry]

(cute) things zerobaseone maknae line do as your boyfriend ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, established relationship, bulletpoint

cw none ⠀⠀⠀wc 410, 418, 505, 462 (1,795 overall)⠀⠀⠀reading time 7 minutes

note HELLOOOO i havent posted a fic since july 15th and that was my first fic ever on this account omg... thank u for all the notes on my other post LIKE i didnt expect so much + thank you for 90 followers!! also i might start writing for tiot and evnne if i have time 🫡 likes are reblogs are appreciated if u can 💟

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ricky 리키

lets you play with his hair

i think ricky is honestly extremely particular with his hair, and especially who gets to touch it

his hair isn���t very visibly damaged despite getting it dyed frequently / basically not having black hair since he was probably fifteen years old (and he’s nineteen now, so that says something) so he has to take good care of it not to have it fried off

there were stories about him during bopeul where they said they always saw him fully ready with perfectly styled hair whenever he left his room, too

like i’m not even kidding he has to care for his hair a whole lot or by now he could’ve been bald i’m sorry

when his friends—mainly gyuvin—try to play with his hair or comb their fingers through it, ricky allows it but is not that pleased because he put effort into styling his hair and doesn’t want it to get messed up

gyuvin jokingly whines a little, but is over it after a few seconds

when ricky started dating you, although he thoroughly knew you and almost all of your habits and mannerisms, he didn’t think you would be into playing with his hair

you’re hanging out, watching a movie at your apartment while your head is rested on his shoulder when he feels your fingers suddenly brush through the strands of his hair

he turns to look at you, partly shocked but also just wondering what you’re planning on doing to his hair

you shrug your shoulders, keeping your eyes on the tv and not minding him one bit

“what are you doing?” he asks, a little amused

he expects you to reply playfully, to exchange banter or something like that

but instead, you say, “your hair is really soft, you know,” as you proceed to curl a portion with your finger acting as the curling iron

ricky quite literally folded that day... now he lets you do whatever you want with his hair

you can braid it, curl it, whatever

he doesn’t mind as long as it’s you, even if he spent nearly an hour fixing it this morning

you’re in a cafe talking to gyuvin and gunwook, sitting at the other side of the table when you lift your arm to twirl ricky’s hair, him not remotely flinching at the contact

gyuvin is pleasantly surprised to witness this sight

“you don’t let me do that,” he sulks, aimed at ricky

your boyfriend scoffs. “you’re not [name].”

gyuvin 규빈

always texts you + makes sure you’ve eaten

okay i think i’ve seen a lot of people say this already idk but i think it’s soooo true

gyuvin texts you excessively

like. about anything

there was one instance when his little brother had a crush on a girl, and gyuvin literally went to you for help and his brother didn’t even have an inkling of what was happening

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): [NAME] MY LITTLE BROTHER... is... growing up :(

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he used to be so small i could put him in my pocket and now

yn: what happened???

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he LIKES A GIRL. who told him it was okay to get a girlfriend? at his toddler age??

yn: gyuvin i love you but we started dating when We were his age

and then he continued to ask you for advice on how to help his brother get the girl he liked

there’s more instances of him oversharing his brother’s life with you, but that ends there

he also buys you snacks all the time

even if you don’t want it. even if you verbally, very clearly, straightforwardly tell him you’re not the tiniest bit hungry

he’s basically your mother oml

he makes those little snack baggies for you to take

before you both graduated, gyuvin would bring you lunch. it didn’t just stop at snacks

he would ask his mom to help him cook for you

and he’d make it all cute and stuff like shaping the rice to be your favorite character

he’d pack it to school and give it to you in the morning. omg

mixing those two things together, you get “have you eaten yet” texts all the time

it’s two pm, and you were so stuck while helping a friend that you regrettably forgot to eat lunch. ‘it’s okay,’ you assure yourself, ‘i had a late breakfast’

gyuvin texts you, asking the usual “have you eaten lunch????” and you lie and say yes

and then your phone rings and you know you can’t avoid it anymore because he can see through your voice when you lie

from the speaker of your phone, gyuvin’s voice is unbelievably attractive—but you choose to ignore that fact for now

“[name],” he deadpans. “be honest. have you eaten?”

choosing to accept defeat, you exhale deeply. “no.”

gyuvin suddenly hangs up and only a text is left on your screen

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): i’m coming over in. like 30 minutes i have to ask my mom to help me cook

gunwook 건욱

teaches you how to dance

gunwook is SO good at dancing it’s so crazy

i love watching him on stage because he’s the best performer ever. like he seems to genuinely enjoy it and i hope he never loses that love for dancing / singing / rapping

you on the other hand..... you could be good at dancing too, just definitely not as good as gunwook

so whenever your scheduled dates are interrupted by his extracurriculars at school, you decide to tag along with him, if the members of his clubs don’t mind (which they usually don’t)

one of his extracurriculars is the dance team

and most of the time, when your preplanned dates are cancelled because of an extracurricular he has lined up for him, it is almost always dance

so you end up following him to the practice room, silently watching him in the corner so as to not obstruct their view of the mirror by sitting directly in front of them

his eyes light up with the flame of passion you adore so much, and you’re so content that even if your date is cancelled because of this, you’re not annoyed and you still get to indirectly spend some time with him by spectating him as he does what he likes

in the short breaks that he gets, he takes the opportunity to sit beside you on the floor and ask about your day

when the practice session ends, he asks if it’s okay with you if he stays to polish up the routine, to which you say yes and offer to stay with him because everyone else has started to leave

after a while, he grows tired and plops down next to you

gunwook chuckles. “i’m sorry for cancelling our date and making you stay with me.”

“it’s alright, i like watching you dance.” you smile

he abruptly stiffens up, irises reflecting the light, making his eyes glow excitedly. “do i dance well? what do you think?”

you giggle. “you dance very well. a lot better than i can, for sure.”

“mhm, yeah?” he grins widely, and you know what he’s going to do

gunwook jumps up on his feet, extending his hand out to you to help you get up

“you just need a little help.” he nods proudly. “you’re lucky i’m your boyfriend.”

you take his hand, and he leads you to the center of the room and he starts to dance with you ballroom style (???) like the waltz and stuff

he guides your arms over his shoulder to circle his neck, and his hands rest on your waist and then he starts counting, “4... 3... 2... 1... like this,” as he takes a singular step in different directions, encouraging you to mirror his movements

you almost trip, but you tightly cling on to his shoulders before you can fall

gunwook laughs. “enough dancing for today?”

“yes, please,” you agree, letting your body fall forwards into a hug with him

“alright. if you’re not that tired, are you still up for that date?”

yujin 유진

(tries to) initiate / enjoys physical touch

yujin doesn’t seem like his love language is physical touch.... i know gyuvin does it a lot to him and he kinda pretends to not like it but it’s so endearing and i sooo believe he deep down loves it

it’s the same with you, but he’s the one intiating it

he never thought he liked skinship all that much, because he would even jokingly say it pestered him a little at times when gyuvin would dote on him

but when it came to you, and when you first started dating, he was itching to hold your hand

it was so new to him because he never craved for anyone’s physical affection before

all his older friends like gyuvin and gunwook would always just.... initiate skinship for him and he thought he didn’t like it but

suddenly you come along, and you don’t even try to hold his hand

he thought couples were supposed to hold hands?? and hug??

but you’re not budging and it’s so frustrating

while walking you home from school like usual, as you tell him about your day, he tries to gather the courage to intertwine your hands

it doesn’t work, and he’s left with cold hands as he stares at you enter your front door

“next time,” he whispers to no one but the wind

next time comes and still... he’s too nervous to hold your hand

the distance between your palms is less than four inches, and all he has to do is take the leap—besides, nothing could go that wrong. you like him and he likes you

he purposely bumps the back of his hand with yours, but doesn’t actually take your hand in his

he awkwardly rubs his nape, unsure of what to do now

your brows knit together, as you’re now aware of yujin’s weird behavior

“yujin?” you tug on his uniform sleeve. “is something wrong?”

“no! nothing’s wrong,” he quickly denies, “don’t worry about it.”

“okay... can i see your hand, though?” you request, and it successfully confuses him because why do you want to see his hand?

he obliges, giving it to you palm up when you lace your fingers with his

“i’ve noticed you trying to hold my hand since last week,” you say, giggling. “i was waiting for you to do it, but i guess you’re too shy.”

“i’m not that shy,” yujin defends, looking down at your interlocked hands... ‘this is a good feeling,’ he thinks

you nod passively. “it’s fine. it’s one of the reasons why i like you.” you swing both your hands back and forth in the space between you

yujin doesn’t try to retort, only relishing the feeling of your hand in his

skinship isn’t so bad... maybe he could get used to this.

[revelboo]

I havent seen a fic for bumblebee yet and I'm sure you have your own plans that I will love anyway but I thought id throw an idea out😳

So, bumblebee gets his human somehow but the catch is they're selectively mute. So they take a little while to get comfortable talking to him-but otherwise physically settle in pretty quickly because hes just so doting taking really good care towards the human, finding them cute and he doesnt really *seem* threatening, just over excited maybe(?) but their partial muteness could lead to some fun interaction possibilities💛🙏 but yeah you dont have to do anything with it if you dont vibe w it lol but I just thought it might be a sweet option for if you write for everyone's favourite gentle bee eventually💛

P.s. I absolutely love your work!!! You give off professional writer with a side obsession that the fandom is SO lucky to have💗

Thanks- I’ve been meaning to write Bee for a bit since y’all keep asking.

Last Night

Bumblebee x Reader

• Moving into the tree line, Bumblebee can feel the sun warming him, the subtle change in temperature as he enters the shade. Hear little birds chirping above him, catch glimpses of them flitting among the branches. Slowing and keeping low, because there they are. Ethereal little organics moving about under the trees, heads lifting and ears flicking as they graze. Some of them have arching growths like branches on their heads, their thin legs looking incapable of holding their weight. They remind him of the life he’d seen on the surface of Cybertron long ago. Things curiously like these, but metal like a Cybertronian, they make him homesick to watch, but he keeps coming back anyway.

• A cardinal, bright against the bone-stark branch of a sycamore. Inhaling, you lift the camera and click off a few shots, managing to catch it in flight when it takes off. Fingers tightening on your camera, you move deeper into the woods. Having to remind yourself to watch for snakes, to occasionally look down. Losing yourself in the world through the lens, it’s a faint rustle ahead of you that slows your steps. There. Deer grazing in a natural clearing in the trees. Smiling you lift the camera, finger flying to take as many pictures as you can, hearing one of them snort. Heads up and alert. To you? Zooming in on a buck, you inhale because there’s something there on the other side of the clearing. Big and yellow and- are those eyes staring at you?

• He freezes, staring at the human dappled in spots of sun and shadow. Missed you completely so transfixed in watching the animals. Frozen as you lift the little box in your trembling hands and do something with it. Human tech that does who knows what. And he’s standing suddenly in alarm sending the animals bounding off into the underbrush. “Hey, wait,” he says as your eyes widen, mouth falling open. Then you’re running, too.

• You can’t scream, can’t make a sound as you run through the trees feeling branches whip your skin and brambles claw at your hair and clothes. That big yellow, metal monster is right on your heels, huge feet crashing after you. It’s faster than you, your heart racing as you feel its fingers brush your backpack and you’re brought up short. Unable to breathe or cry out, too paralyzed with fear as your feet leave the ground. Kicking, you squirm your arms out of the backpack straps and fall into a bush.

• Scrap, you’re quick. Dropping the thing you abandoned, he makes another grab and his servos close on you. Upside down and making a funny hitching sound, the whites show all around your eyes. “It’s okay. You’re okay,” he croons, trying to turn you upright and you just go limp in his servos. And he freezes in horror. Had he broken you that easily? No, he can feel your heart beating still, but you’re unresponsive. “It’s okay.” He’s not sure if he’s talking to you or himself as he adjusts his hold. Ratchet. He can fix this, make it right.

Next

[thelov3lybookworm]

Menace

Summary: She's heartbroken. all it takes to fix a broken heart is a friend who's also a menace.

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A/n: heheh for my baby @garden-of-runar 🥹🥹🥹

i feel like i couldve made this better and i will try my best to improve hehe anyways I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

also was gonna post this tomorrow but i love Runar too much to make her wait and also i havent posted anything in a week so 🤷🏻‍♀️

a treat for everyone ig 🤭

uhhh anyways

ENJOYYYY

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Again. It happened again.

She knew she should not have been surprised, she had expected it even. But it still hurt, the rejection still stung.

And it was all her own fault.

She should have bottled her emotions up. They obviously did not matter to the love of her life, then why should it matter to Y/n?

Locking the door behind her, Y/n silently slipped off her heels, hoping no one was awake as she began tiptoeing towards her room. Slowly, one step at a time, she moved, avoiding the planks she knew creaked, her steps light as she cracked open the door to her room.

The sigh of relief escaped her all too soon, and she regretted letting it out when she turned around to meet two perplexed hazel eyes staring at her.

"Care to explain why you are returning at this hour?"

Something about the tone of the statement irked her, and Y/n straightened, the anger and madness she’d been holding captive till now bursting out.

"I don’t see how it is any of your business." She snapped.

He blinked at her, surprised at the harsh tone. Y/n instantly felt guilty. He was not the reason for her bad mood, and she knew blowing off the steam on him was wrong when he probably was just concerned for her safety.

"I- I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-"

"Why are you sorry Az?" Y/n grumbled, settling down at the foot of her bed, her face in her hands. "You were just concerned for my safety."

Silence, and then the scuff of a boot, coming closer and closer. She felt him settle down next to her, the slight breeze stirring her hair, the mattress dipping next to her, and then the soft touch on her knee.

"Did something happen?"

She did not speak for a long moment, and then- "You ever been in love, Az?"

From the lack of sound, she knew he did not expect that question, and if she was being honest, neither did she. She just blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, and somehow it was one of the most damning thing she could have said. "Never mind- you don’t have to answer."

But he did.

"I… I have been. Still am."

Y/n separated her fingers to peek through at him. She didn’t know what to say, so she just kept quiet in hopes he would continue as she let her hands fall to her lap.

"She… is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. The most kind hearted, the most adorable female. So helpful, an amazing friend."

Despite being so close to Azriel, being his best friend, Y/n had never realised that he was in love with someone. She hated herself a little for it, feeling like she was a bad friend, but it was not the time to have a self deprecating party, so she turned her attention back to him.

"Have you ever told her?"

He sighed, meeting her eyes. "I was going to tell her today… but that’s not the point. Did something happen tonight?"

Y/n swallowed, knowing he wouldn’t let it go. "I… I told my friend I loved her. She… rejected me. Was quite mean about it too."

He stiffened. "What did she say?"

"That she never wanted to be with me and would never wish to be and all that." She sniffled, flopping back into the plush mattress.

He remained silent for long enough Y/n started to wonder if he had left, but when she lifted her head to peek at him, he looked deep in thought.

Knowing Az, he was plotting something.

And with the way his shadows churned and swirled excitedly, it was not good.

Especially for his victim.

"What are you thinking?"

He glanced at her, a glint in his eyes.

"You up for a friendly outing?"

Oh fuck.

After a bit of contemplation, she offered him a smile. "Maybe…"

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"Az, I think we may have gone a bit far-"

He shushed her, his eyes unmoving from the door.

Specifically, the door to the home Y/n’s one love lived in. Rhea.

She must be coming out any moment, and with every moment that passed, Y/n’s heart raced.

This could go very wrong very fast.

The door swung open, and out stepped Rhea.

Just as she turned to close the door behind her, a bucket of ice cold water emptied on her head, leaving her sputtering and gasping, her head swinging around wildly.

Y/n ducked further away, her heart climbing into her throat, and despite the fear crawling around her veins, a smile broke on her face when Azriel grinned.

Rhea had just opened her mouth to speak, but then a shower of flowers came out of nowhere, sticking to her wet and trembling form.

The ones that she had an allergy to.

It would be nothing serious, but it would keep her awake and sneezing for at least a day.

Y/n obviously felt guilty, but…

It also made her feel light.

Azriel turned to grin at her, and then he grabbed her hand, dragging her away before Rhea could see them.

They could have easily winnowed, sure, but neither of them were thinking as they bolted away, running until their feet screamed in protest, until their lungs heaved, until their throat ran dry.

Until they couldn’t help but stop on the bridge over the Sidra, hands on their knees.

Y/n glanced at the illyrian beside her, panting.

He met her eyes, a boisterous laugh unexpectedly leaving his lips.

After a moment, Y/n couldn’t stop herself from joining in,clutching his shoulder and her stomach as she wheezed.

"You’re a menace, Az." she coughed.

He stared at her, his smile making his face practically glow.

"Only for you, sweetheart."

he started walking again, knowing Y/n would follow.

And she would have, but something made it impossible to move.

Y/n stared at his retreating back, her smile slowly fading.

Soon, he realised she wasn't with him, turning to call her name. she hurried after him, a feeling she was all too familiar with beginning to take root in her stomach.

Sweetheart.

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[k-hotchoisan]

Hey we havent talked in a while. Happy 500!! I choose 18?

18. Be Hongjoong’s cockslut or Have Mingi be your fucktoy?

The way I’ve fallen on my knees because I CANNOT PICK BETWEEN THESE TWO

also HI FELIX ITS BEEN A WHILE (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) hope you’ve been doing well!!!

Nothing beats the way Hongjoong fucks you dumb, but you’re always asking for more

Warnings: smut, pwp, dom!hongjoong, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight degradation

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff (message me to be in taglist!)

K’s 500: this or that masterlist

“Keep your eyes on me, baby”, Hongjoong’s voice reverberates in your ears, his fingers pressing against your jaw, forcing your gaze to focus on him. He looks down at you with hooded lids, as his cock is sending you throbs of pleasure at every thrust. Your hands gripping against the pillow, trying to resist movement.

“Joong…” you trail off, your eyes losing focus from the pleasure again. He only laughs above you, knowing how easily you unravel from his cock. He adores watching the way your tits bounce when he fucks you into the bed, your legs spread out and twitching, the way you always try to cover your mouth from screaming, the way your eyebrows scrunch, and the way you can barely keep your eyes on him when he fucks you dumb. He knows you cry so much when the both of you fuck, but he also knows you love it when he makes you cry.

Incoherent babbles leave your lips when he lets go of your jaw, and his hand drops to your throat.

“Tell me what you want, baby”, he reminds you, before he grunts at the way your walls squeeze around him.

“Deeper”, you mutter, blinking slowly as your pupils fix onto Hongjoong. “Not enough. Need you deeper.”

He chuckles as he strokes your thighs. You really are his perfect little cockslut—always pretending to act shy when he first stuffs you full with his cock, but he breaks your mind, you become a whining and begging mess, begging for him to go harder, deeper, rougher. Before you were even in that predicament, you were slobbering over his cock, letting him fuck your face with tears streaking down your face and slick just dripping out of your cunt when he moans with his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“You wanna ride me?” He asks, slowing his thrusts. You whimper when he stops and pulls out, momentarily distracted by the way his cock is covered in your cream, before his gaze returns to yours.

“Please. That would feel so good”, you reply, slowly getting up as Hongjoong lifts you with his arms to straddle him as he swaps places with you.

You position yourself comfortably before you have his hard and wet cock in your palm, giving him small strokes. You press the tip of his cock against your entrance, and you slowly sink down onto his cock, your thighs trembling from how much he’s stretching you, even after all that fucking he did when he was on top.

“Oh, that’s it. So fucking deep in you”, he groans, his fingers now applying pressure to your thighs as he gives your ass a tight slap, and you jolt, completely taken aback. You squeak, as his whole cock is buried in your pussy to the hilt. His cockhead presses perfectly against the soft spots in your needy cunt, and it takes all of your strength not to snap your thighs shut from how fucking good it feels. You let yourself rock against his cock, letting his cockhead rub against that pretty spot for a little more before.

“Gonna cum, babe. Fuck, it feels so good.”

“What feels good, baby?” He teases.

“Your cock. Your cock feels so fucking amazing in me. I love it so much”, you sob, letting your orgasm splatter white dots beneath your eyelids as you shake on Hongjoong’s dick. Hongjoong swallows hard as he shifts slightly forward to restrain your hands behind your back with his as he begins fucking you from below, relishing in your loud moans and the sound of wet skin slapping.

His eyes are glued onto you, even when he’s mind is melting from the pleasure, he never breaks his gaze, watching your eyes slowly roll back, your jaw slacken, and then shut as your pussy flutters around his cock, your moans of his name sounding like music into his ears. He wants to record it and play it over and over again whenever he wants to.

“Let it go baby. That’s a good girl”, he murmurs loud enough for you to hear. “My good little girl.”

Hongjoong bites his lip. He’s so fucking close to tipping over as well, especially when your cunt has his cock in a chokehold.

“I’m cumming too, baby. Take it all in okay? Be a good little cockslut for me,” he whispers before he sees white beneath his eyelids too, throwing his head slightly back in bliss as he unloads himself into you, making sure he has every drop stain your plush walls.

[knottedhearts]

The space between us: B.E

a/n: This is part three, the final. If your havent read one or two, go read! If you want ofc.

Enjoy!

The next morning, sunlight streams through the bedroom window, painting soft patterns across the bed. You’re still holding Billie, her head resting against your chest, her breathing steady and calm. Neither of you slept much, but the weight of last night’s fight feels lighter now—like a storm that’s left the air fresher, even if the damage still lingers.

Billie stirs first, her blue eyes fluttering open as she looks up at you. For a moment, it’s quiet, and then her gaze drops.

“I feel stupid,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

You brush your fingers through her dark brown hair, gently untangling knots from last night’s tears. “Don’t,” you reply softly. “You weren’t stupid. You were honest. And I needed to hear it.”

She closes her eyes, leaning into your touch. “I just—when I think about losing you, it makes me panic. Like I can’t breathe.”

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in her voice. “You’re not losing me, Billie,” you say, tilting her chin up so she has to look at you. “Ever.”

Her lips tremble, but she nods, letting herself believe you. “I know I overreacted. I should’ve trusted you.”

“And I should’ve been more careful with your feelings,” you counter. “I should’ve noticed how this was making you feel before it got to this point.”

She sighs, pulling back slightly, though her fingers still linger against yours. “So, what happens now?”

You sit up, leaning back against the headboard. “We talk more,” you say firmly. “No more bottling things up until they explode. If something’s bothering you—or me—we deal with it before it gets this bad again.”

Billie nods but looks down, picking at the edge of the blanket. “And Luke?”

You pause, choosing your words carefully. “Luke is my best friend, but you’re my girlfriend. If seeing him as much as I do makes you uncomfortable, we’ll find a balance—one that works for both of us. I’m not willing to lose you over this.”

She studies you, her blue eyes searching your face for any hesitation. When she finds none, she exhales softly and crawls closer, resting her head on your shoulder.

“I don’t want you to stop seeing him,” she admits. “I just want to feel like I’m enough. Like I’m the one you’d rather be with.”

You tilt her face toward yours and press a soft kiss to her lips. “You are enough. More than enough.”

She kisses you back, slow and tender, and when she pulls away, her eyes are clearer—like some of the weight she’s been carrying has finally lifted.

“Can we just stay here a little longer?” she asks quietly.

You smile, pulling her closer. “As long as you want.”

The two of you sink back into the pillows, the morning light warming the room. It’s not perfect—there are still cracks that need fixing, insecurities that need mending—but it’s a start. And as Billie’s fingers intertwine with yours, you know you’re both willing to fight for it.

[monstrouslyobsessed]

love’s lethal bouquet

concept: in which the floral shop boss is in love with you—and isn’t a human. —momster

—a/n: well i havent posted in ages because of how bad my writers block was :( and i’m vvvvv iffy about this one. this is much more subtle and tamer than my usual too, but at least its something for the valentine’s day?

anyway, ima try and tackle a commission i owe next so please take care yall<3

—tw / tags: gn reader, implied drugging intention, implied teratophilia, implied exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw.

—featured character(s): the floral shop boss / plant monster (implied)

Valentine's Day proves to be one of the busiest days at the floral shop where you work. Breathing in the heady floral scents that permeate the store, you find yourself in continuous motion, assembling bouquets of pink roses, carnations, violets, and every red flower known to man into the van. With your back straining from the constant lifting, you absently listen to the gentle voice of your boss reassuring an irritated customer about their belated delivery—

and you wince.

Although you should be in a rush taking care of the deliveries, you tiptoe inside the back of the shop to avoid interrupting your boss—

But he merely hangs up the phone upon seeing your flustered face.

“S, sorry—” You begin.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile playing on his thinly bearded lips and says, “Don’t worry about it, love.”

The way he addresses you as ‘love’ used to bother you. It always seemed so…formal, old-fashioned, but coming from him—your boss—he somehow makes it work without needing to force the romantic undertone. Perhaps it is because he is on the older side and being a foreigner in this little town of yours.

The town lies deep within the trench of an endless forest, and you wonder how your boss had found his way here.

His arrival several years ago stirred many gossips about him, with him keeping his lips sealed about his past, but everyone slowly warmed up to him. His succulent blooms, never seen before even in the gardening magazines, certainly helped. Now, your boss is a familiar face among the townspeople, with very few not knowing who he is. And, of course, his handsome and charming demeanor won the hearts of many too.

“But I would’ve made the deliveries on time if I didn’t eat brea—” you try.

His piercing green eyes soften as you nervously fixing your rolled sleeves. You halt when he suddenly leans in.

“Boss—?” You rasp at the new weights on your shoulders, trying to pay no mind to the strange dark strains on his thick fingers.

The way he held you was almost…fond—

And he pushes you outside to the doorway. “Go finish the deliveries, won’t you?”

“Really?” You huff, trying to ignore the red tinge to your cheeks and the heavy thumping of your heart.

Your boss smiles that damnable handsome smile of his and pats you on your head, saying, “Get to it. The sooner you finish, the sooner I can give you your little Valentine’s Day bonuses for working so hard.”

While giving his employees gifts during holidays and special events is not new to your boss, you still perk up in eagerness and reward him with the biggest smile you can muster. As you dart away with a confident promise to complete the deliveries, he watches you scurry to the van, inhaling sharply,

“Soon.”

Your boss murmurs, rubbing his knuckle with his other hand—as if to hide the sudden green spot on it. Tiny vines emerge briefly, before he rubs them away and pivots back to his cash register where his impatient customers have started to queue. Flashing them with a dazzling smile to reassure frustrated customers with a wordless apology, your boss absently peers over to his office.

There, on his desk, is the special bouquet he prepared for you and only you.

Imagining you burying your face into the fragrant cluster of your favorite flowers, oblivious to the true intention of its purpose, the toxic drugging qualities meant to lure you into his arms—into his ivies and his binds of vines and creepers—had him biting back a shudder. Restraining himself before the antsy crowd, your boss rings up a customer with an invisible countdown ticking in his head.

A countdown to have you.

The blooms nearby writhe and shudder, with most dismissing it as mere breezes from the air conditioner.

It was not.

—end…?

[greedyhoneyz]

What’s Mine Is Yours — part two

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: kylian is a lovesick fool, so when his girlfriend comes to him ranting about a trip she can't afford, what is a man to do but help?

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. fluff.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･authors notes: ive been so busy with assignments i havent found the time to write and i also had to deal with writer's block but im back for now. anyways, do you guys think i should include other boys in this series or would you guys prefer i only write about kylian for this short series and make a completely new series?

It was often at times, Kylian found himself a lovesick fool. Strung by her intoxicating scent, her enchanting smiles and her hypnotic gaze. It was her enticement and tender affection for him only, that made him a fool. 

For her, he would do anything. She could have anything she wanted— his heart, his soul, his everything. 

If there were something her gaze lingered on, she would have. If there was something that curled her lips upwards, it was hers. 

While he elevated her status, Kylian liked to believe that she changed his stance on life. There was more to life than the football that stilled under the heel of his boot. 

“Kylian!” (name’s) hearty voice channelled through the long hallways of Kylian’s home, and into his gaming room. 

Peeling off his headset, Kylian swivelled in his chair, his controller fumbling onto his lap. He rolled away from his desk and jeered his head towards his door. 

He rubbed his forehead, his eyebrow raised and watched his door as (name’s) loud footsteps tattered across his hardwood floors. Her faint shadow glinted underneath Kylian’s door before it pushed open. 

The door creaked and groaned, now slightly ajar as (name) peeked her head through. Her eyes scanned across the floor and then the walls before they fixed on Kylian. She squeezed through the doorway, her pink iPad propped against her chest and scampered towards him, propping herself onto his lap. 

Grinning from ear to ear, (name) peered at her boyfriend with a buoyant glint in her eyes whilst Kylian peered down at her inquisitively. 

“Look,” (name) began. She tore her iPad away from her chest and padded her fingers against the screen. It blinked open– her lock screen, a picture of her and her sister before she swiped and urgently padded in her password. Another blink passed, and a white screen glared back up at them. 

“Bikinis?” Kylian spoke slowly as he stared at the screen below him. He raised his arm and inched it towards (name’s) iPad. His hand swept through the screen, as colours of red, white, pink and gold flashed through the reflection of his eyes. “Pourquoi regardes-tu des bikinis?” (Why are you looking at bikinis?)

(name) frowned. “I’m planning on going on vacation, remember? I told you this weeks ago!”

“Avec qui?” (With who?) Kylian’s gaze kept to (name’s) iPad as he padded through her shopping basket. He examined the clothes he knew she had chosen carefully: a couple of bikinis, a sarong and a cover-up dress. 

“With the girls. Who else would I go with?” (name) tutted sharply at Kylian, rolling her eyes. 

“Ne roulez pas des yeux.” (Don’t roll your eyes.) Kylian scolded, he lifted his hand from her iPad and pinched her cheek. 

“Ow!” Feigning a look plagued with pain, (name) clung her hand around Kylian’s wrist and tugged at his hand. 

“Tu ne m'avez pas dit où vous alliez?” (You haven't told me where you’re going?) Kylian asked quietly. He was well aware of where (name) and her friends were planning to go, he just liked the sound of her voice when she said it.  

Kylian stared at (name) closely as she scrunched up her nose and fidgeted in his lap. She chewed on her bottom lip and tapped her nails against the screen of her iPad, replying. “The Bahamas.”

“Avez-vous déjà réservé un hôtel?” (Have you booked a hotel yet?)

(name) shook her head. “Yes— no.”

“Pourquoi pas?” (Why not?)

Letting out a heavy breath, (name) dropped her shoulders. She pressed her back into Kylian’s chest and peered at him, crestfallen. “Les chambres d'hôtel sont très chères ailleurs. Et nous sommes quatre.” (Hotel rooms are very expensive over there. And there’s four of us.)

“Avez-vous acheté des billets d'avion?” (Well, have you bought any plane tickets?) Kylian queried gently. 

“No,” (name) huffed, shaking her head. “Not yet.”

She leered down at her iPad propped against her hand and stared blankly at the bright screen glaring back at her. In her mind, she envisioned herself in the Bahamas, surrounded by her closest friends singing, laughing and dancing, anywhere and everywhere with a wardrobe to match. 

Kylian eyed his girlfriend’s sullen face carefully as her fingers slivered to stroke the ridges of her iPad. No more was his video game his focus because now, his care shifted onto (name). 

The twilight blue sky stood bathed in warm and pure light as the sand, a gentle hue of gold, stretched alongside the seabed. Waves laced across the ocean in a steady rhythm, breathing in the salt brine air. 

Their laughter was so free and pure, and so childish despite their adult years. It came to ears as a flutter and bounce— filled with joy. 

No more did the sullen feeling of defeat pollute their hearts. Nor did the anxiety of the unknown plague their minds. 

The friends, untroubled, ran, skipped and cartwheeled across the beach floor before charging towards the open sea. They swam, weightless above the gentle tide, splashing and squealing like little school girls before returning to shore. 

They stumbled back towards their canopy, drenched in saltwater and reclined under the shade. In arms, their fingers tightly intertwined, they lay on top of one another whistling chants and stories before their joyous gazes succumbed to slumber. One by one they fell, under the gleam of the Caribbean sun, into the jaws of dreamland.

[haetbf]

temporary

pairing - oc!elijah x oc!noah

genre - smut, drabble.

words - 0.7k.

synopsis - elijah is tired of his mom and everything in general, so he uses his boyfriend noah as a stress release, which noah is happily up to do.

warnings - a little bit of overstimulation, implied squirting/cum, dry humping/hunching,

notes - i love my lil ocs of them! it think their relationship is so interesting.

—

"i should be able to fit my arm through this door, stop shutting it" elijah's mom spoke, elijah ignored her. she walked down the hall,

"your mom still doesn't trust me?" noah sat in the beanbag,

"or both of us at this point" elijah sighed, sitting in front of him. he shut the door close with his feet. he sat in noah's lap.

"your mom is down the hall eli" noah said, elijah wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

"dude relax, shes cooking. she aint coming back down here for at least another 25 minutes" he said, noah held his waist.

"is your mom like homophobic?" he asked, elijah shrugged his shoulders. he wasnt sure how to answer that question, his sister was lesbian but their momma didnt really care.

"is this a interview? you asking all these questions" elijah joked, noah stayed quiet.

"i wanna be here with you, we havent seen each other in weeks because my momma" elijah muttered.

eijah laid his head on noah's forehead, his locs brushing up against it.

"alright, i'll stop" noah said, he pulled elijah into a kiss. elijah pulled him closer to him, his hands going through noah's silky hair.

noah pushed elijah down onto his lap, applying pressure to his dick. elijah smiled through the kiss, noah pulled away.

"elijah you gotta get up" he sighed softly, elijah tilted his head at him.

"why? his lips spreads to a smile,

"youre making my dick hard" noah whined, elijah laughed. "its not funny, we cant do this shit in your mom's house" he added.

elijah moved his hips against noah's, he kissed noah's neck.

"baby" noah whinnied softly, elijah hummed in response still biting his neck. noah hands gripped his waist tightly, and lifted the brown-skin man up,  placing him on the bed.

"when the fuck you get so strong? damn" elijah laughed, noah rolled his eyes.

"i've been strong"  noah admitted, elijah laughed

"yeah whatever you say nigga" he pulled noah close to him, noah stared at him.

"im not fucking you in your mom house, eli" noah told him.

"okayy, but we can still hump" elijah laughed, noah pushed the end of elijah shirt up towards his chest. he unbuckled his jeans and let his bulge out,

"and that's all" noah looked at him,

"ite, i got it" elijah nodded, as noah straddled his hips against his hard-on.

elijah could feel him twitch against the fabric, feeling the few drops of pre cum that coated noah's leaky tip.

noah groans, guiding elijah's hips to grind against him, dragging his ass along his hardened dick. the wetness was seeping into both of their boxers—separated from making a huge mess .

elijah moans, rolling his hips for more friction as noah whimpers into his chest.

"noah," he hummed, "i want more," he plead, moving his hips trying to go faster. noah held his hips, slowing him down, his hand placed on his back, his fingers covered with rings brushing against elijah's body.

"hold on eli" noah whines applying more pressure against elijah's cock. he pressed his face into noah's neck, muffled moaning.

"fuck" noah groans, his hips bucking forward. his large hands gripped down on to elijah's hips. "you gonna cum?" he gave the tawny man a muffled moaned.

"cum for me baby." noah cock twitched against his , elijah bit down on his shoulder as he came in boxers , his legs shaking sightly. noah rubbed his thumb against elijah's arm softly,

noah sat elijah on the bed and stood in front of him, he zipped his pants up. elijah fixed his shorts as he looked up at noah.

"you staying for dinner?" elijah asked, noah shook his head.

"i gotta be somewhere in the morning, but i will call you tonight" noah said, he kissed elijah.

"you never wanna stay" elijah muttered, noah pulled him off the bed,

"your mom doesnt want me here eli" noah told him,

his mom bursted through the door, she stood there looking at them both.

"take a shower and come eat" she stared at elijah, he nodded. "use yo words" she told him.

"ite ma" elijah said, she walked out the door; leaving the door open.

"calm down" noah told her, elijah looked at him.

"i havent even say or did anything yet" he said, noah kissed his cheek.

"its only temporary, things will get better" he said as they walked out the bedroom.

[8-bit-fanfic]

I havent listened to the anthology yet iukuk but I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) with whatever side u want as the speaker, I’m choosing Logan, and JANUS

“They shake their heads saying ‘God help her’ when I tell ‘em he’s my man, but your good lord doesn’t need to lift a finger. I can fix him, no really, I can.”

I love morally gray janus and while its clear this song is talking a little heavier on one side, IT WOULD BE FUN

[huffle-puffle]

Dark Humor.

(BTW) There is not dark humor/slight fluff/short story/I don't own image.

Sebastian was sitting on MC bed with books open and pages with notes he lifted his feather quill writing quietly as MC just scribbled doodle on her pages. 

MC sighed bored and slaped her quill on the libary books and flopped backwards on her bed making the books and pages fly around her. 

Sebastion moved the books re propping then up then snatches a page and rested it on the bed.

"Hey what's wrong?"

Her said running his fingers through her hair moving it out of her face.

"I dont think i can keep studying!"

MC cried in agony of boredom. She turend around and flopped on her stomach and buried her face in the bed. 

How about we talk about somthing else. Let's have a break. sebastion suggested as he patently fixed the books and pages again.

MC lifted her head up and spoke up mumbling.

"We can do jokes I guess, some comic relief maybe will help."

Sebastian spoke up giddy and beamed brightly.

"Well I like dark humor."

MC sat up and walked to her dresser and bent over holding her hand next to the candle flame and exhaled as she blew out the candle the room gotten dimmer.

"Wanna hear a joke!"

MC turned around looking at Sebastian. Sebastian had a smile grew across his face ad he laughed and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I havent told the punch line yet!" 

MC laughed with Sebastian.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"Come now…You can't blame me too much, I just figure his standard would be as high as it was back then, little brat would probably weep if he could see what has become of his life." The tone is cruel, but understandable--he had lived with Robin since the day the demonic mask was created. Luxury was something he'd grown accustomed to and to stand in a humid apartment where the view was a brickwall was…well, not a welcome change. Abel did take note of the various flora scattered throughout, trying to distract himself from the photo which seemed to plague his mind with too many complex ideas he was not privy to understanding. Not yet. Not ever-he hoped.

"Yeah, I know he's alive--you forget we're still connected in that way, fate is funny in that we've all managed to meet in this city. I really don't think that--"

His attention is divided when he notices a pile of letters on his desk, and he can't help himself as he slides his nail across the top of one, lifting the flap and peeling out the page. Abel's red eyes scan over the words while he processes the words, and the stains on it, probably spilled alcohol-- A letter asking how work was going, for money for some fixes around the house, asking when he was coming home…the words denoted just enough venom that Abel could pick up on it.

So many unopened letters.

This was less of a home and more of a bunker, a place to drown out miseries that had once been sought after so violently. The demon recalls the memory. How many times had the mage's fingers bled from digging deep inside of himself in a desperate attempt to pull his family back? This…this was it? This was what he had searched so hopelessly for? To be berated and harassed by people he had possibly not seen in months. Humans were bizarre, wretched creatures…why cling to something that only brought misery? Did they all romanticize what had been lost from their lives even if, Gods forbid, it was for the better? He could not begin to understand such a way of thinking...not when they always spoke of finding happiness, yet they clung to misery and put themselves through needless hardship.

His long lashes brush over his eyes as he reads along, not realizing how quiet he had been until a suckerpunch of pain shoots through his stomach as he finishes the letter. The feeling crumples his form and nearly brings him to his knees, mind fully halting--this was far beyond the lack of any relationships but the rejection of them; the destruction within each page was enough to make his head spin and he stumbles only for his fingers to hit the home phone.

"Your mother and I are worried about you, when are you coming home? You havent answered a SINGLE call in WEEKS! Do you know how upset Wren--" The line finally cut as Abel clicks the button again, visibly shaken--

"Eve--F-Fuck--"

Another long beat of silence before Abel whispers…his tone of voice something Evelynn had never had the privilege of hearing until now. It is…soft. Gentle and concerned, whether or not the empathy was real…that was a conversation for another time. He slips the photo from the frame into his pocket and begins to leave,

"He can't stay here, he just…can't. Take him back to your place for a few days and I'll work on getting him a new apartment. Or you can--I don't care, he just--he can't live here anymore. The air in here feels worse than it did in that city from before...Zaun? Whatever--- I...I can't stay in here, Eve."

For all that these doctors are meant to secure and keep patients stable, they sure are quick to bombard him with questions. Evelynn does not cease the way her eyes roll, a certain disgust lingering before she shifts her attention back to where Robin rests. While annoying, these futile questions least show he's somewhat stable.

Once it was Tuesday, perhaps hours ago at this point. She hasn't bothered to check one of her several phones since finding him in that alley. A frown persists on her lips, ever steady as she lowers the sunglasses from her face. Cold amber eyes linger onto him, lost in her own trance as the nurse begins trotting down more useless information.

If he wasn't so entranced by her presence, she could easily become a mere shadow in the room. A motion she's done several times before, yet she relents to not further traumatize him. At this point she's certain the doctor and nurse pay her no attention, hardly even acknowledging her very existence.

There's curiosity that lingers, a questioning look as he's allowed to lay back down. It is a strain to see, especially so since she doesn't stray from her spot, yet she's eventually able to read the label for the drug they're supplying him. What an interesting concoction, to loosen the feeling of pain. The prolonged misery she could cause with such a thing...

Ah, there's that familiarity she knows. Like a flame that sparks in his soul, one of recognition as he fights to remain awake.

Lips part, to finally speak but it is the sudden alert of one of her cell phones that takes them both by surprise. She reacts less violently than him, a simple twitch and reaching for her chest (she forgot, really, that she had left her spare there) whereas Robin practically jumps from his spot in the bed. There's no need to even check the ID, as this number is only given to select individuals.

Sure, she scowls as Abel goes on, not even granting her the chance of some kind of greeting. It is that moment that she finally turns away from the bed, a hand resting on her hip. Idly does a clawed digit tap against her own skin, growing in rapid irritation until finally Abel relents and lets her speak.

"Oh, I'm doing quite lovely, thank you for asking." Evelynn spits at him, not sparing a glance back to Robin. "Have you even considered that just perhaps, not every human lives luxuriously? Or is that too beyond you?"

A sigh escapes her, her hand rising from her hip to massage her temple. While fatigue doesn't affect her the same way as humans, she is not one to deny what a tiring night this as been -- never mind the recording session she ran out on. Another problem she later has to deal with.

"It is Evelynn to you," she says, voice thick as she continues to rub at her head. "You haven't gained the right back to be friendly with me. As for Robin --" she turns, hand lowering as concern laces her features. A look that's uncommon, yet one she's grown slightly accustomed to over the recent years. "He's... breathing."

Drugged up, sure, but alive and breathing nonetheless. Evelynn's heels click against the marble flooring as she approaches him. Dragging the world's most uncomfortable chair over, she takes a seat only a foot away from his bed and graciously provides him with a small smile. Though it doesn't quite meet her eyes -- tired, so so tired -- it's some kind of attempt of being inviting.

"They won't let him leave until his injuries have healed," she says as she leans forward in her seat. Gently does a hand tentatively reach forward, only to linger at the bed side. No, she tells herself, they are not on familiar terms anymore. "While I could create such an escape, it'll cause more of an issue than it is worth. Be sure that his place remains safe, or will that be too hard for you?"

Gradually does she meet his gaze once more, yet she says nothing. The burning truth desiring to come forth, only to be further pressed away as she awaits for Abel's response.

[elis-corner]

hi hi! i havent requested before but here goes- i was wondering if you could do a hermitcraft x reader where the reader is just entirely stupid, and just kinda climbs anything and everything. i was hoping they might be a bit younger and their relationship to the hermits is almost a parent/guardian figure thing? thank you!

p.s. could i be snail anon? 🐌🐌

Hey there 🐌! I apologise for the wait, been a bit rough the last few months. I love this idea, and it literally instantly put a cartoony image of some tired hermit with the reader just flung over their shoulder, maybe trying to test how edible their clothing is... Hermits parenting? Absolutely. I could go on and on about Dadsuma. It turned a bit more into a mischievous/childish reader, and climbing became being reckless, but I’ve tried my best. Kids aren’t exactly my strong suit. And I had to break down “Hermitcraft” to specifically a group with an easy dynamic, so I went with Mumbo, Scar, and Grian. Hope that’s alright!

Alright, enough stalling, here it is!

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What Goes Around Comes Around

‘Come on!’ you yell, sprinting ahead of the trio of chaos behind you. You can feel bits of fragile endstone splintering off as your shoes slam against it, sending the fragments tumbling, on occasion floating for a moment before remembering their need to fall.

‘How do you run that fast?’ Mumbo stared at you as your form slowly shrunk on the horizon. ‘The gravity in the End is not normal, and yet you treat it like nothing! And for goodness sake, hold a Totem, y/n.’

‘Because it isn’t. Now hurry up,’ you whine, stopping to face them. ‘The End Cities aren’t going to raid themselves.’

Scar bit into an Elven Kiss, each bite slowly bringing him closer and closer to where you stood waiting. ‘Wait up,’ he chuckled, despite being so out of breath from trying to catch up without any elven assistance. ‘I need to fix my elytra, and we’re already heading in the direction of the enderman farm. Let’s just- stop off there first.’

You reluctantly agree, trudging at a slower pace for the short distance to your detour. ‘Are you done yet? This is taking forever,’ you whined.

‘Alright,’ Grian exclaimed. ‘You can go ahead if you want. We’re going as fast as we can.’

‘But I don’t want to go alone,’ you grumbled. Slowly, you made your way towards the edge of the platform. The void looms below you, a single misstep, and it would envelop you and everything you owned, obliterating so much time and effort, and put you through so much pain. ‘It’s only fun with you guys.’

Grian crossed his arms as he turned to face you again. ‘Well I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait don’t do that y/n–.’ But his warning came too late. You leaned backwards, letting the void take you within its grasp. Its icy fingers clawed at your shoulders as you fell further and further into oblivion.

This wasn’t right–the farm was further down than you remembered; you had already fallen too far. You could feel the excruciating pain of the void freezing you, slowly devouring you. Your hands fumbled as you tried to light your rockets to fly out of there and emerge from your joke victorious, but the cold of the void rendered you immobile, and the rockets slipped from your grasp.

You feel a sudden force jolting you upwards, the fabric of your shirt wrapped tightly around your back and sides, and yet not your chest. Your head rolled backwards, and your limbs hung by your sides. Lifting your head with a great effort by your neck, you could make out a small figure with large, vibrant wings, attempting to drag you away from your self-induced demise. Grian tossed you onto the platform, collapsing in a heap beside you.

‘Why do you do this to us,’ he breathed heavily. Despite his hair falling messily in front of his eyes, you could see him staring you down as he bit his lip in order not to say anything more.

‘It was just a bit of fun,’ you defended your actions, ‘and it’s not my fault I fell too far and lost my rockets.’

Mumbo laughed airily in that tone of disbelief usually saved for a certain persky bird. ‘That’s entirely your fault! Whose else would it be?’

You shrug. ‘I dunno… Scar’s, for making us stop here?’

‘Well now, I think that’s a bit of a harsh assumption to put on a poor elf, just tryin’ to make his way in the world!’

You jump to your feet. ‘Doesn’t matter anyway. You done?’

‘Done with what?’

‘Fixing your elytra so we can go!’ You shake your head in misplaced disbelief. ‘I’ll see you guys there.’ You glide towards the Gateway, your own elytra breaking suddenly, damaged from your previous fall. You hit the ground with a thud, white particles exploding around you. Your items scattered everywhere, a few items tumbling off the edge into the Void.

Mumbo choked at the sight. ‘Do we help them, or…?’

Grian laughed and spread his wings. ‘We’ll gather their items and leave them in a shulker box. I’m not waiting any longer. It’s their own fault, and what goes around comes around.’

[wonderlandleighleigh]

okay hear me out: what if gordon had midge guest host for lenny’s interview but plot twist: they havent spoken since carnegie hall

"My next guest is hot off of a run at Carnegie Hall. He's a very funny man with a lot to say, please welcome Lenny Bruce!"

He steps out, and Midge keeps her smile in place, but her head is screaming because she didn't think it was possible for him to look thinner but here he is, four months after Carnegie Hall. She hadn't had a chance to catch him backstage, an if she had, she's not sure she would have been able to stop herself from sitting on him and force feeding him soup.

The applause is big, though as he settles onto the couch next to the desk.

"Look at you," he grins at her, clearly exhausted. "Behind that desk, it looks good on you, Midge."

"Why thank you," Midge grins at him. "Sometimes Gordon gets tired of all the fame and glory so I get to take over."

"Well, he's got good taste in stand-ins," Lenny tells her. "Doesn't he, everyone?"

The audience cheers, and she waves them off.

"We're here to talk about you," Midge reminds him. "You've got a night at the Apollo this coming Saturday."

"Yes, that's very true," Lenny nods. "I figure if people are willing to come and see me in the middle of a terrible blizzard, Harlem isn't such a big ask."

The audience laughs at that, and Midge smiles at him.

"I hear there's another album coming out soon, too," she says. "Are you excited?"

"I am very excited," he tells her, snapping a finger. "It releases in July., and it's all new material."

"Oh, just in time for my birthday," Midge smirks.

"Then I know what to get you already, that's perfect," Lenny teases. "Sign it, wrap it in a bow, send it special delivery to the Upper West Side."

it gets another laugh. He may look tired and thin, but he's with it. He's sharp and on.

"Your set at Carnegie was truly great," Midge tells him. "I was there that night, folks. This man killed. I mean- not literally. He has enough issues with law enforcement. He doesn't need to add to it."

Lenny laughs with the audience. "Yes, well, I was very surprised to be playing to a packed house in the middle of the worst storm in twenty years."

"I bet the Apollo will be just as great," Midge assures him, before turning to the cameras as the assistant director signals for her to wrap it up. "You can see Lenny this Saturday at the Apollo theater, and he is not to be missed. The new album hits shelves in July. As much as I could sit with you here for the next hour, that's a wrap on for tonight. I want to thank Don Rickles for calling me too skinny - such a compliment - as well as Sam Cooke for the incredible music, and Lenny Bruce!"

The audience applauds him and he nods gratefully.

"I'm Mrs. Maisel, you've been wonderful, that's our show, I'm going to go buy this man a sandwich. Thank you and goodnight!"

Once they're wrapped and the microphones are off, Lenny lifts an eyebrow at her.

"You're going to buy me a sandwich?"

Midge lifts an eyebrow back at him, letting her eyes trail over him.

He deflates a little. "Yeah. I know. It's...I know."

"Are you okay?" Midge asks gently as they start to move backstage.

The trepidation on his face makes her take his hand and lead him into her dressing room, closing the door.

"I got-" he stops and looks down, unable to meet her eyes. "I got busted on a narcotics charge," Lenny admits. "And I got thrown into a state-run treatment place. It was unhelpful. In multiple ways."

Midge nods, gazing at him. "So. All is not well."

He finally meets her eyes guiltily.

She takes a breath and squares her shoulders. "There's leftover brisket at my house."

He opens his mouth to respond, and she lifts her hands.

"I'm not trying to fix you," she insists. "Whatever else I feel about you, you're my friend, and I just want to help you."

Lenny swallows and stays silent for a long moment, and Midge gazes at him openly.

Eventually he relents, nodding.

"A little...a little leftover brisket never hurt anybody," he mutters. "Maybe on some bread. With a little horseradish."

She smiles slowly. "You blow any chance of kissing me by eating horseradish."

"...Maybe I'll skip the horseradish tonight," he concedes.

"Get your coat. Papa will be thrilled."

[viking-goat-420]

Law/reader: Good Girl

Fandom;One Piece

Rating:Smut

Pairning: Law/Reader

Honstly this is just pure filth there is very little plot. please be gentle I havent done any anime based fics in a long time. but as always my requests are open. 

You knew you were pushing your luck. He had even wournd you that morning. But you wanted him to lose his steel tight control for once. You loved law you always have ever since you were kids. But sometimes he just needed to let loose and have some fun. You giggle to yourself as you step out of the shower and dried off putting on his oversized hoodie and noting else. 

You knew he was in the lab so you head to the other side of the sub. Law was well known for working way too hard. You open the door and find him looking at a book he looks up when he hears the door open. I

"It's late, you should be sleeping" he says his voice low a gruff form not being used. 

"You know I can't sleep unless you're next to me, besides I'm not even tired" you grin and step till you're behind him and you wrap your arms around him and kiss his neck lightly. 

"I can't sleep now I have too much work to do" he grumbles and you sigh softly and you turn his chair till he is facing you and you straddle him, his hands going to your hips, his hold firm. 

"Oh no, you are done for the night" you smirk and lift up the hoodie you had on exposing your nakedness underneath. 

"Now how am I gonna get work done now" he smirks his hold dragging you on his clothed crotch making you moan and he groans. 

"I have waited long enough" you tell him before you kiss him deeply, making you moan and your hips rock back and forth. 

"Have you been a good girl?" He asks his voice low and rough, the sound making your body tingle. You bite your lip knowing what he was asking and knowing that you broke his rule but you were ready for this. 

"I may have broken a rule" you grin your hips moving on their own at the thoughts that have been running through your mind. His one hand holds your hips still and his other goes around your throat, his Grey eyes warm but hard. 

"Tell me" he growls, his tone makes you shiver. You knew what you was in for and you couldn't wait. 

"I got myself off without" you tell him the smack to your ass makes you jump and moan, making him chuckle.

"Such a bad girl, I think you should make it up to me" he smirks, you bite your lip he brings his fingers to your mouth and you let your lip go. Law brings his thumb to your mouth and you moan as you suck on his finger. You pull off with a loud pop. 

"I can feel how hard you are" you moan and rock your hips on his lap. He groans and makes you grind down harder. 

"If there is something you want kitten, you'll have to earn it" he smirks, making you grin and you slide off his lap onto the floor in front of him. You look up at him and reach to undo his pants letting his hard cock free. You loved to suck his cock as much as he loved watching you suck him off. 

"I have been thinking about this all day" you grin as you grab his cock stroking him a few times before licking his balls to tip making him groan and he grabs your head. 

"Fuck don't tease me" he groans as you suck him down deeper moaning at at his taste. You suck him deep down your throat gagging a bit. You didnt mind tho you loved gaging on his hard cock. He groans and holds your head still and fucks your face “fuck baby! You suck my cock so well” he groans and you moan your cunt throbing at his words at the tone of his voice. You knew he was close by the way his breathing had changed Laws whole body tensed and with a low groan his cum fills up your mouth and thorat and you happly sollow everything he had to give you pulling off with a pop you look up at him. 

“I love the way you taste” You grin making him smirk he gives you his hand and you take it standing on shaky legs he grings and fixes his legs so you are leaning over his knee. 

“Are you ready?” he grins stroking you soft skin making you shiver. Law grabs your round ass cheek. From the way you were leaning over he could see how soaked you were for him. 

“Yes” you say and await his hand on your skin. The first smack is always the one that shocks you the most. You knew it was coming, you just didn't know when. His hand on your skin makes you moan and jerk a bit as he smacks your ass.  After he smacks your ass a few times he rubs the spot. At this point your so wet it's driving down your legs.

"Good girl, giving you your punishment made me hungry, come sit on my face" he smirks and lays on his back his tan skin and dark tattoos gave off a soft glow and the light made his Grey eyes burn a melted silver. 

"I need you" you whine your cunt clenching around nothing. He chuckles and lays flat on his back. 

"Come on, I'm hungry" he smirks and licks his lips. You kiss and nip up his body. 

"Okay but first I want to trace your tattoos with my tongue" you grin and nip his pelvic bone as you start on the way up. 

"And you call me a tease" he grunts and you giggle as you reach his lips and kiss him deeply moaning and getting lost in his kiss nipping his lip making him growl. My naked body rubbed against his, making you both groan in the kiss. You straddle his head and his hands go to your hips bringing your cunt to his mouth making you moan and gasp. 

"Oh fuck! Law!" You moan, grabbing your own tits and grinding your cunt on his face making your toes curl. Your hips rocking on his mouth and his teeth latch onto your clit and you cum hard on his face. You lay on your back trying to catch your breath and law rolls ontop of you. 

"I can't wait to bury my cock so deep inside you" he growls into your neck making you shiver. Your hand run through his hair to the back of his neck and you pull him down for a deep kiss. Law grinds his hard cock against your soaked center making you moan in the kiss. 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me so hard I can't leave the bed after" your words made his cock twitch and he growls. 

"Careful kitten you don't know what you're asking for" he growls his eyes on fire with lust. You knew what you were asking for. You wanted him, all of him. 

"Yes I do, trust me" you say stroking his face softly. You run your fingers over his lips and he nips them. 

"This has noting to do with trust, I could really hurt you if not careful" he says, kissing your neck and then looking you in the eyes. 

"I trust you, please" you beg and thrust your hips up and the tip slips in. Law growls and thrusts forward and you cry out at being so full, your nails leaving marks in his back making him snarl. 

"Your so fucking tight" he growls as he starts a hard fast pace. He was fucking you so hard the bed was shaking and you just knew where his hands held you there would be sweet bruises. 

"You fuck me so good!" You moan tightening around him. He snarls and slams into you hard and deep. Without a word he pulls out making you whine and he flips you on your hands and knees smacking your ass before thrusting back in. 

"Fuck good girl, push your ass back!" He groans as you slam back, meeting him thrust for thrust. You were moaning and screaming for him you just knew everyone would hear. 

"Fuck they will hear" you moan as he grabs your hair pulling your head back and driving even harder then before. 

"Let them, let them hear how good I fuck you" he growls in your ear before he bites it. His body felt like it wss on fire on your back as he fucked you, using you however he wanted. 

"Please" you beg, needing to feel his hand on your throat. 

"Please what? Does my cum slut want something?" He asks, each thrust going harder with each word. You moan and bite your lip but cry out when he smacks your ass making you cry out. 

"Choke me!" You cry out as he smacks your ass again making you moan. Laws hand goes around your throat giving just a bit of pressure making your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

"Is this what my good little slut wanted?" He growls changing his speed once again. 

"Yes! Please I'm so close" you moan and beg feeling your peak getting closer and closer. You could feel law was close to. 

"Cum on my cock" he growls putting even more pressure on your throat and you are sent over the edge. You scream out his name as you cum taking law with you. Law cums deep inside you with a grunt of your name. He kisses your neck and flops on his back taking deep breaths. 

"Honstly way better then what I came up with" you grin and look over at him and he chuckles. You lay your head on his chest and he runs his fingers down your back making you shiver. 

"I never said I was done with you" he smirks and you look up at him. 

"Really?" You grin and he grabs your throat and kisses you deeply.

"You can still move," he smirks, biting your lip. You could feel your cunt clench. 

"Oh? And what did you have in mind?" You ask leaning up on your arm to look down at him. Law says noting only holds up his hand 

"Room" 

[shinsukesgf]

BAD IDEA.

issei gives you a punishment for being a brat— one that you weren’t so familiar with.

↳ includes : mean dom!issei to soft dom!issei, daddy kink, sorta bratty reader, heavy degradation, humiliation, face slapping, slight choking, breeding, squirting, use of the word cunny

a/n : this umm kinda bad imo bcs i havent written smut in ages so pls bare with me !!! T_T

You made the horrible mistake of being a brat, to try to get under Issei’s skin and on his nerves just for the sake of it. You knew how he was when he gets riled up, fingers twitching, teeth grinding & a cold smile pulled on his lips. Admittedly, you realised that this little plan of yours was very risky however the thought of seeing Issei in that state made all of your concerns float away.

Maybe it was the way you were just so touchy and feeling up Oikawa like that during the group’s gathering tonight. Or maybe it was the way you clearly let Hanamaki look at your body with a lust filled gaze, practically eye fucking you. Perhaps it was you complimenting Iwaizumi, going on about how muscular he’s gotten & how he’s just oh so strong. well it was one of these reasons— maybe even all of them— that led Issei reach his tipping point.

“Get up, you brat. We’re fucking leaving,” he spat out, bruising your wrist as he dragged you out and to the car. The voices of his friends go unlistened, them telling him to calm down & to stay for just a little longer. He could give two shits about what they think, after all they contributed to this little problem at hand. He’s gonna take you back home and teach you how to be a good girl like he always does, end of discussion.

“You think that was funny? Messing around with my friends right in front of my face, huh— being a fucking brat,” He spoke once you two were finally in the privacy of your home. That tone, he was using that tone of voice he only uses when you seriously fucked up and when he reached his limit, which was not often. You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t afraid of him but you couldn’t help getting aroused & pressing your legs together at the sight of Issei like this.

“I asked you a fucking quesion, whore.” The sound of his large hands hitting against your face echoed around the room. Naturally, tears filled your eyes as your face continued to sting from his slap. “No, daddy. I’m sorry for being a brat. I'll be better next time, I promise. Please forgive me,” It was purely embarrassing how quick you were to fall into submission for Issei but nonetheless, you always did.

“Ngaw come on, don’t tell me you’ve given up that easily. Where’s that confidence of yours you had back then? You were brave enough to piss me off, now you aren’t brave enough to even look me, doll” His laughter could be heard from above you, your teary eyes fixed on the ground— too afraid of looking him in the eye. “I- I’ll be good for you now, daddy. Please just forgive me.” You could hear how pathetic you sounded like in your own ears, Issei must’ve thought the same.

You felt his fingers on your chin as he lifted your face to get a good look at you— tears damping your warm cheeks and lips shaking & quivering as you looked into his dark and intimidating gaze. A smile stretched on his lips while he was enjoying the sight before him. You were always so pliant and innocent— so easy to get you on your knees for him. “I’ll only forgive you if you take your punishment well, how ‘bout that hm?” He wasn’t asking, it was more of a statement.

Your eyes followed Issei’s figure as he took a seat at the study desk in your shared room with all the composure in the world. He flipped a notebook open until he found a blank page and got ready a pen, as if he was ready to study and wasn’t calling you whore mere moments ago. “My lap. Now,” You quickly scurried to him, still afraid to disobey him. He had you face the desk while your back was flush against his strong chest, your waist held tight by his arms as well.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, You’re gonna write down for me I’ll never be a brat ever again while I fuck your cunt and you’ll only stop when I cum. If you stop writing without my permission, I’ll stop as well. Got it?” You dumbly nodded your head as a response. “Good girl,” Your heart fluttered in your chest even from the simplest praise from Issei.

Issei freed his hard and leaking cock from his pants and pulled your soaked panties off. Moans erupted from you as he sank you down on his cock, stretching that cunny of yours open. No matter how many times Issei fucked you, his cock was always a struggle to take in. Your cunny burned as Issei pushed more of his cock into you, stuffing you to the brim as he finally bottoms out. You held onto the desire to immediately start bouncing up and down on his cock, already wanting him to ruin your insides.

And in that split second, Issei let go of everything he was holding back on and let loose. He instantly started fucking you with much vigor, wanting to release all his pent up frustration from the day. Your fingers were turning white from how tightly you were holding onto the pen— trying to stay focused and write down the lines Issei told you to. Oh but the way his cock was filling you up, hitting all your sweet spots with every thrust was too addictive— you were moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Write down those fucking lines, slut,” His hand striked against your face to get your attention. You really wanted to but you couldn’t function with the way your cunny was getting abused by Issei. You barely managed to write down the first line, hardly intelligible with your messy handwriting. Grunts and soft moans could be heard coming from Issei as he humps your cunny— practically using you like a sex doll to satisfy his needs and only his. But you loved it, you loved every single second of this. That's when you feel Issei's thrust come to a halt, completely stopping.

“Stupid bitch. I told you I'd stop if you stopped writing. It looks like you’re not even trying, whore,” He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled on it, arching your back. You mutter out apologies and began writing again, just desperate for him to start moving again— cunny clenching and fluttering around him.

“Dumb brat. You only think with this cunt of yours, don’t you? Whoring yourself out to my friends like that. You don’t even deserve my cock in you,” His cock was splitting you open once again— the tip hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Say it, say you’re nothing but a cockhungry brat,” Issei’s hand snaked to your throat, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m nothing but a cockhungry brat, daddy!” You used whatever energy you had left to obey his request. That familiar coil in your stomach was growing, you were close to cumming, oh so close. Issei's thighs burned as you digged your fingernails into them, leaving crescent shaped marks on them.

“Close to cumming already huh? Such an easy bitch. Beg for it,”

“Pleasepleaseplease I needa cum d-daddy. Need it so bad p-please let me,”

“Go ahead, baby. I want you to make a mess on me,”

And with that you fall over the edge and gushed all over his lap, embarrassingly soaking him with your cum. Trembling and shaking, you stayed there on Issei's lap— chest heaving up and down as you gasp for air to steady yourself. His fingers comb through your hair, lips leaving small & soft kisses on your neck & collarbones. “Always such a good girl for me,” He muses, you could hear the smile in his voice.

His kisses on your neck become more harsh and passionate— desperate for something more. “You gonna let me fill you up real nice with my cum, yeah?” Meekly nodding, you gave Issei the green light to continue.

He started humping your tight cunt again, this time with more affection and feeling. He loved hearing you squeal and tremble as he fucked you— you always made the prettiest noises.

“Daddy’s gonna fill this cunny of yours with my cum. I’m gonna breed you and stuff my cum deep inside of you,” He moaned out against your skin as he got closer and closer to his release.

“Please daddy, breed me. Want your cum in me, please,”

Issei grunts and curses as he shoots his load into you, his warm cum filling your cunt up. Shivers run down as he feels your tight cunny clenching and squeezing around him. He pulled you closer to him— chin on your shoulder and arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“I wasn't too harsh on you, was I?” He mutters out, almost breathlessly.

“Not at all, Issei. It was perfect, really,”

“Hmm I’m glad then,”

“Sorry for acting up. You know I love you only, right?”

“I love you too, princess,”