#but y’all’s arguments are ROUNDED!

[fixated-on-something]

Ykw

This too

I added an “it’s complicated” button this time!!!

I’d like to see where y’all stand

[inlovewithpandora]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When you and JJ are having a heated argument, going back and forth about something stupid, you’re tired of talking so you think of the perfect idea to shut him up: flashing your tits in his face.

Music Advisory — Featuring: JJ Maybank // fem!reader, light angst [slight arguing], light teasing, smutty descriptions/mentions [breasts, titty fucking, implied p in v], flashing [from reader] very suggestive ending, usage of pet names

Duration — 1.0k words

Words from Artist — This is the first time I’ve written for JJ so I’m excited for you all to be reading this! As always feel free to comment and reblog, I enjoy reading y’all reactions and would love to hear your thoughts <3

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The argument started over something stupid, something neither of you will probably even remember tomorrow but currently JJ’s standing in front of you, red-faced and fuming, hands on his hips as he runs his mouth about something you could honestly care less about. “You always do this!” he accuses, blue eyes blazing with fire. “You push and push, and then when I call you out, you act like—like I’m the crazy one!”

You scoff, not believing JJ is trying to make it seem like you’re the crazy one. “Oh, I’m the crazy one? JJ, you’re the one yelling like a lunatic over���what was it again? Me going to that party with Sarah?”

“Yeah, that damn party with Sarah!” JJ repeats with emphasis, throwing his arms in the air, pacing like he’s about to wear a hole in the floor. “You know damn well there was gonna be trouble there with those kooks, but do you care? Nope! You just do whatever the hell you want!”

You roll your eyes, not appreciating his attitude or tone of voice. “Oh my God, JJ, it was just a party. I wasn’t walking into a war zone.”

“You might as well have!” He turns around to face you again, frustration practically radiating off him. “You know how crazy those parties get! And when shit hits the fan, guess who’s gotta deal with it? Me!”

You’re so done with this argument now, you’ve practically checked out and just let JJ argue with himself. His protectiveness is sweet. You love that he wants to make sure you're safe at all times and out of harm's way but right now, his concern is just annoying when the party wasn't even that bad.

The fact that he looks ridiculously good all riled up and upset isn’t helping. While your eyes are focused on his large callous hands waving in the air, imagining how they would feel for his palms to roam your body, an idea pops in your head. A terrible, impulsive, yet perfect idea that’ll make him shut up, carry you to the bedroom, and put you through the mattress.

“Jayj.”

“What?”

With his attention fully focused on you, without a second thought, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lift it, flashing him mid-sentence. When his eyes hone in on your round, plump breasts, JJ completely freezes up. His mouth hangs open, his train of thought derailing so fast it’s almost comical. His hands, which had been wildly gesturing a second ago, drops to his sides like his brain had short-circuited.

You bit back a smirk, enjoying watching his eyes dart down, then up, then down again. JJ’s is definitely a tits type of guy, he’s practically obsessed with yours and loves giving them his attention whether that’s in the bedroom when your having sex, when you both are cuddling and he wants to use them as a pillow, or coming up to you and giving them a light squeeze just because.

JJ’s still standing there, looking like you’d just knocked the wind out of him. “Are you—” His voice cracks, trying to reframe his thoughts. “Did you just—?”

“Did i just flash my tits in your face? Yes, I did.” You say smugly while letting your shirt fall back down, feeling proud of how one look at your breasts and he’s practically lost for words.

“That’s—that’s dirty.” he mutters, shaking his head like he’s trying to clear his mind and ignore the strain that’s forming against his pants. Then, as if remembering why he was mad in the first place, he straightens up, his expression going. “But that doesn’t change the fact that—”

You sigh dramatically, not understanding why he’s still running his mouth about the same topic. You realize that you have to crank things up a notch, do something that you know will shut him up for good. You move closer until you are right in front of him, your voice dropping to something teasing and sweet. “JJ,” you interrupt, tilting your head with a sly smirk dancing across your lips. “Do you really wanna keep running your mouth about some dumb party or you wanna come show your girls some love?”

When your boyfriend watches you pull your shirt up for the second time, putting your breasts on display and swaying your chest lightly, causing them to move in the wind, his breath hitches. His jaw clenches like he wants to stick to his argument, but with the warmth stirring in his groin, his cock aching, begging to fuck your tits until his cum spills onto your flesh, he decides to put the argument on hold and accept your alluring invitation.

“You fight dirty, princess.” He grumbles, his hands cupping your breasts, running his thumbs over your hardened nipples, making a soft whine come from your lips. “You think flashin’ those pretty tits in my face is gonna get you out of trouble?” He says with a heated tone, dipping his head so his lips hover just over yours. “Nah, sweetheart. That just earned you some.”

Before you can react, JJ bends slightly, gripping your thighs and hoisting you up against him, making your breasts press against his chest. You yelp, your hands flying to his shoulders, clinging to him while he’s already walking, carrying you toward the bedroom like he’s got a plan brewing in his mind.

“You wanna distract me? Fine.” he says, kicking the door open before tossing you onto the bed. He stands at the edge, eyes raking over you like he’s deciding what area of your body he’s going to give his attention to first. His smirk turns sharp, almost predatory as he starts unbuckling his pants, pulling his boxers down and allowing both articles of clothing to fall at his ankles. Once you're naked underneath him, he lines the bulb of his cock with your already dripping entrance and slipping the tip inside, making you gasp from the delicious stretch. “Let’s jus’ see if you can handle what happens next.”

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[revelboo]

Sheeesh, First Starscream, then Soundwave, now Megatron?? Who’s next, Shockwave? ☠️

Nah, I’d only intended Megs, Star, and Soundwave here. Just wasn’t sure if y’all would be okay with reverse harems in your TF fics 😅

Everything Is Alright Pt 86

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “Starscream.” Still following him, still trying to dig around in his head. Rounding on Soundwave, Starscream bares his denta. Seeing the communications officer let his hand fall. Knows that if the other mech dares to touch him, he’ll attack. Because all of this is his fault. Even if he regrets what he did, it’s far too late. Soundwave set him on this course and he can’t turn back. To keep you, he can’t hesitate, can’t waver. Glaring at Soundwave, he waits and the other mech just shakes his head. “Don’t do this.”

• “If you actually care about my mate, you won’t get in my way,” Starscream growls, wings flared. And he can feel the anger, fear, and desperation to protect what he has in the Seeker. Knows Starscream is walking a thin line, that he’s at risk of destroying everything he’s trying to keep safe. And that nothing Soundwave says is going to sway him from that goal. A fully bonded mech stressed past his limits is a dangerous thing, because he won’t stop. Can’t. Starscream brushes by him and he lets him go. Can almost feel the danger closing in. That he might be past the point of stopping this and all he can hope for is to save you from the fallout.

• Striding down the hall, Starscream’s hands won’t stop trembling. Determined even as he wants to grab you and run. To try to escape this even knowing he can’t. That he won’t be allowed happiness. Not as long as Megatron lives. He’s tried so many times to overthrow him, always failing. Always suffering for that failure. This time he has to succeed, because it’s not only him at risk. You’re his to protect, you need him. And he needs you.

• “Attempts to synthesize stable energon alternatives have been so far unsuccessful, but-” Lifting his head when Shockwave trails off, Megatron keeps sliding his servo up and down your back, amusing himself with how uncomfortable you are with his touch as you sit on his thigh, little hands in fists. “Lord Megatron, I realize it’s not my place to question you, but why?” Venting in amusement as Shockwave just gestures weakly with his cannon. Not sure if the other mech is more put off by having a human about or that you’re not in a cage somewhere. Or it could be that he’s touching you.

• “A learning opportunity for Starscream, that’s all,” Megatron says, servos curling around you as you inhale sharply. “Keep up your experiments,” he adds, flicking the servos of his other hand dismissively. All day there’s been a stream of visitors reporting in. Asking for him to mediate arguments, most of which seem fairly petty. As soon as this one leaves, he slumps back against his throne, free hand lifting to rub between his optics. And you’re realizing there’s two faces to Megatron. The intimidating warlord and this exhausted, over it version that disappears as soon as he’s not alone. Apparently you’re not worth keeping up the act most of the time, though. Head falling back, optics shuttered, he vents. “Tell me, pet. Do you really believe that traitorous creature can change?”

• “I think he wants to,” you say, soft voice wavering as he slides a servo up to rest against your throat, tapping idly. “If you’d just let him.” Huffing out a laugh, he glances down at your serious, little face. Amused that you seem to actually believe that. Poor little thing. You still don’t understand Starscream’s ambition. That he can’t help himself, clawing for power no matter the consequences. While he’s not sure what the Seeker saw in you that distracted him temporarily from his goal, he knows it’s just that. Temporary. Freezing when you lay your warm hands on his servo, Megatron nearly pulls his hand away.

• Lowering your head when those angry optics narrow, you hold your breath. “If I let him,” he mutters as your shoulders droop. “You’re loyal to him, I’ll give you that. You’d be better served being loyal to me, though.” That servo against your throat tips your chin up, forcing you to meet his optics. “He cares for you, talks to you. You must hear things.” Pushing at his servo, you realize he’s wanting you to spy on Star. Tell him his secrets.

• “Not happening.” That anger in your soft voice is a surprise, unexpected as those eyes narrow at him. So there is some fire to you. He’d assumed you were all soft and compliant, easily cowed. Why does that little flash of temper twist through him? Because you’re resisting him and he’s so used to his followers never outright disagreeing or refusing him? “I’m not betraying him for you. He’s trying to be better and I love him for-” and you stop short, dropping your eyes and going still. Love? That’s how Starscream wrapped you about his servos? Convinced you that he loved you, cared for you? Because it’s so ludicrous he almost pities you, laughing despite himself as you stiffen.

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[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 4

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

We didn’t do hot Glenn summer for him to LOSE. Spoilers for his story but MORE PROPAGANDA FOR YOU:

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Listen, I don't know this other character but I've seem some good arguments for her However Consider Glenn Close winning through no effort of his own in a bullshit way despite being a dick is the most in character thing ever. He leveled up three times and got a crab mech, we GOT to give him this win, it's fitting

I don’t regulate if minors follow me or not bc I’m a pretty chill space but I hope the world is aware that’s the only reason I haven’t been downright nasty about Glenn close. I’m down bad. I’m NOT in the boat of ‘Glenn isn’t sexy but I want him to win bc it’s my fandom’. I would estimate I have 200+ drawings of Glenn on my phone that AREN’T safe for work. Way more that are. Where did they come from? That’s MY business. But I tell you this fact to assure you- Glenn IS sexy. I’m not voting to represent my fandom I’m voting out of TRUTH AND LOVE. IF YOU DON’T GET IT YOU DON’T GET IT!!! I just think my level of feral over this man is more powerful than y’all realize. If you don’t get his sex appeal that’s okay, but don’t doubt that this is my truth.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. Do you think pickman needs this to feel good about herself? Can she not accept a loss for the sake of a pathetic father? Can she shake hands with the minivan fucker and his human gun and just take the L on this one? He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

Is somehow the hot twin between her and Taako

Lup Bluejeans (née... Taaco? Tacco? Taco? Tako? who tf knows this is why I'm going with her husband's last name. doylistly she gets her last name from her brother whose last name is given as "Taako again but spelled differently"): Hot, funny, smart and undead. Is there anything else you could want in a woman?? Well, in case there is: she's also canonically trans

LUP IS THE HOTTEST. VOTE LUP.

[samcarter34]

Since people seem to once again be having trouble remembering the order of operations, let me just remind everyone:

The ability Laudna possesses to feed Delilah is Hunger of the Shadow. In the fight with Bor’dor, Laudna used that BEFORE Orym’s head nod. Bor’dor attacked them and her response was to do the thing she knew would give power to Delilah. Matt even makes the sound of Delilah’s heartbeat.

The spell she used after the head nod? Whither and Bloom. The same spell she later attacked Orym with, which isn’t even a warlock spell.

And speaking of the head nod, you want to know what’s it’s prefaced with? ‘Laudna you can do whatever you want.’ And Marisha responds by saying that Laudna is ‘barely present’ because she’s having ptsd flashbacks to all of the times something horrible happened to her and she couldn’t do anything about it. So she kills Bor’dor because it makes her feel in control of the situation.

And yeah, the 4SD where Liam says Orym thought Delilah might come back. Except y’all somehow took that and made it seem like he’s the one who shoved Laudna over the edge when what actually happened is that Laudna flung herself off it because betrayal is triggering to her.

And the sword. The sword which apparently wasn’t triggering enough that Imogen contemplating whether the Vanguard were good guys didn’t cause any reaction. Or for that matter, make her object to Ashton’s ‘this is permission statement.’ But she saw Orym wearing it, got uncomfortable and then all it took was one sentence from Delilah for her to decide to steal it. Delilah, who mutilated her, murdered her, has been possessing her for decades, and who basically held her soul hostage when BH wanted VM to resurrect Laudna. But what Delilah didn’t do? Tell Laudna to steal the sword.

I wasn’t around for campaign 1, but in campaign 2 I definitely noticed a trend that people who were all ‘I love women! Female characters rock!’ would, the second one of their alleged faves did something controversial (or just something they didn’t like) would find a way to shift the onus onto someone else so she could remain blameless. And that is definitely continuing this campaign, and if anything is getting worse (which, not to get into speculation, but I wonder if it’s because all of the female characters this go round are more traditionally feminine than last campaign.)

I think the reason Orym’s been getting raked across the coals so hard by certain parts of the fandom is actually because of this. Because Imogen’s repeatedly gone ‘what if the Vanguard have a point’ and Laudna agrees with everything she says, whereas Orym’s been pretty consistently ‘no, the murder cult that murdered my family are bad guys.’ And well, can’t go around admitting that our faves did something wrong.’

And so we have a situation where Laudna attacks Orym, but somehow that’s Orym’s fault because the possibility of Laudna doing something wrong ruins people’s lesbian cottegecore fantasy. But the thing is, that whole thing was all Laudna. She chose to listen to her first murderer when Delilah said ‘maybe it’s cursed’ and then she chose to blanket the room in magical darkness (sorcerer ability, not warlock) chose to cast an area of effect spell to destroy the thing Orym was using to sheath the sword (sorcerer spell, not warlock) and, upon hurting Orym, chose not to drop said darkness, which meant Orym couldn’t see who attacked him. And when she got caught, she tried to downplay what she did, tried to say that because she didn’t mean to hurt him it didn’t count, refused to apologize for actually hurting him, kept shifting her argument (and even low key got called out on it by Imogen when she asked Laudna why she’s want its power inside her if she thinks it’s so evil.)

There is an alternate universe where Laudna wakes Orym up and they have what probably would have been an intense discussion about the sword (and that might even have been what Marisha was aiming for before Delilah got involved) and THAT truly would have been the ‘both sides are equally right’ scenario, but that’s not what we got. And you can say Orym shouldn’t have taken the sword unilaterally (but somehow Laudna’s allowed to unilaterally steal and absorb it?) or that she’s being manipulated by Delilah, but the fact is that Laudna’s an adult and is responsible for her own decisions. Yes, Delilah is a powerful and malign presence that they all downplayed/ignored, but, to use Marisha’s addiction metaphor, making amends with those you’ve harmed is a part of recovery for a reason. Because ultimately, you are the one who did that. Yes, it does immensely suck for Laudna that she’s been handed the cards she has been, but it’s up to her to make the best play she can.

Wow this got long, but my overall point is that Laudna is a character with her own agency and makes her own decisions (well, Marisha makes them, but at this point y’all should know she’s not conflict averse and is willing to have her characters make controversial character choices). And really, take all that away, what’s left? How much onus can you take from a character before you might as well go look at a painting?

[lvrhughes]

Pumpkin Patches | J. Drysdale

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary: Jamie and his best friend go to the pumpkin patch, leading to a confession.

word count: 1.13k

warnings: none

requested: no

not my gif!

“Please, please, we have to go. It’s a once in a year thing!” you begged, your hands pressed against each other as you pleaded at Jamie, standing in front of the Canadian boy in his own home, blocking him from the front door.

“If I agree, will you let me out of my house?” His voice held a hint of sarcasm, not that you’d pick up on that now. 

“Yes! Yes, you’re free if you promise to come.”

He’d never tell you that his question was sarcastic, especially upon seeing the shine in your eyes once you’d thought he agreed. So he did. 

“This is so dumb, it’s all couples.” 

So maybe you hadn’t thought it through taking your best friend, who you may have had a crush on, to a pumpkin patch in the mid of october. But you were sure it’d be fine. 

“It’s fine Jam, we can do our own thing. We’ll be better than the couples.” You grinned, linking your arm through his to bring him through the field.

He followed swiftly, keeping up with your rapid movements as you ran towards anything that piqued your interested, including the random scarecrow that stood guard in the middle of the field. 

“That thing’s so creepy.” Jamie muttered, watching you run towards the figure with a smile on your face, turning to beg him to take your picture with it. 

He complied, as much as he found the thing creepy, he’d do anything for you. Even if it meant standing by a demented scarecrow longer than necessary.

You quickly grabbed his hand after, bringing him deeper into the fields of pumpkins. Stopping suddenly, Jamie practically walking into your body as you moved to kneel to the ground. 

“What are you doing?”

“Jam, it’s perfect.” Your voice was filled with awe, picking up a tiny, oddly deformed, pumpkin from the ground. 

“What?” He looked dumbfounded, staring at the pumpkin you held while you put your hands out to show him. 

“I’m taking it home.” 

Jamie shook his head, he had no argument, how was he going to tell his best friend her pumpkin was stupid? He wouldn’t. 

“Okay, are we done here now?” 

Having been at the patch for the last two hours, running through the fields with the girl he harbored a crush on for years, he grew tired. 

“No, we still need to get hot cider and go for a ride on the tractor!” 

He simply nodded, allowing you to take his hand and lead him back towards the entrance. Taking him to the booth of hot apple cider just beside the gates, leading him to stand in line whilst you held onto your tiny pumpkin. The line moved quickly, letting you and Jamie get you drinks within five minutes, leaving you standing waiting for the tractor to come back for another round of rides. 

A shiver ran through your body, the wind having picked up nearing the end of the day, you held the warm cup closer to you. Jamie moved quickly, shoving his jacket off and around your shoulders, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. 

It was a peaceful moment, waiting for the owners to return with the tractor, the sunsetting in the background whilst you swayed in Jamie’s arms. 

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice interrupted the moment, she held a camera and a shy smile on her face, “Would you mind if I take a photo of y’all for our website? You two just look so cute.” 

You looked up at Jamie, waiting for his answer, he mumbled a soft ‘sure’ towards the woman before she picked up her camera. Aiming it towards the two of you whilst you smiled for the picture, hearing the click of the shutter as she thanked you again. 

“I think she thought we were dating.” Jamie spoke first once she left, his arms still wrapped around you as he spoke, running softly up and down your body.

“Do you think that’s a bad thing?” 

“No.” 

You looked up quickly, trying to gauge the reaction on his face as he stared back at you, yet the tractor seemed to arrive before you could further an explanation. 

“Last ride of the night!” The farmer exclaimed, urging the few people who stood around you and Jamie onto the tractor, loading you both last. 

The ride was peaceful, the sunset melting into gorgeous colors around you while Jamie kept his hold on you, his arm never leaving your waist for the ride. It was a ten minute ride, yet it felt shorter, yearning for longer when you had to get off. Jamie jumping down softly, reaching his arms out to help you down before collecting your pumpkin and ciders you’d left on a hay bale before the ride. 

“For you, M’lady.” He joked, passing you the, now lukewarm, cup of cider and the tiny pumpkin. 

“We’ve got to pay for the pumpkin then we can leave.” You spoke, taking a sip of the cider whilst walking towards the makeshift counter. 

Dropping the pumpkin on the counter in front of the woman, she all but laughed, smiling at your choice of pumpkin before speaking. Jamie’s arms wrapping around your waist as you listened to the woman, letting his warmth surround you. 

“This is your pumpkin of choice, sweetie? You can have it, on the house.” She grinned. Passing the pumpkin back to  you. 

“Really?” 

“Really, it’s yours. Now have a lovely night you two.” She spoke  softly, waving her hands to signal for you to leave, smiling at her as you walked away. 

“You got a free pumpkin, how do you feel?” Jamie asked, opening the passenger door once you’d made it to his car. 

“This was amazing, thank you for coming.” 

Jamie smiled at the words, sliding into the driver's seat with ease, starting the car to turn the heat on in seconds. His gaze falling to you quickly, catching your eye when you stared back at him. 

“Can you kiss me now?” 

Jamie’s mouth dropped at the words, staring at you like you’d spoken Spanish to him before he collected himself. Leaning further over the center console while keeping his gaze on you, staring at your lips before he spoke. 

“Only if you’ll agree to be my girlfriend.” 

“I think I can agree to that.”  

You smiled, watching the smile grow on his face as he reached over. Cupping your jaw while he leaned to press his lips against yours, letting you melt towards his while fireworks seemed to ignite throughout your body. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” Jamie whispered, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve been wanting you to do that for so long.” You whispered back, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips again.

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Chubby F! Housewife Reader X M!Yandere Streamer OC Jasper

Part 2!

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MINORS DNI!

CW: F!reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, reader in a dress and bra(so has breast, dw not described! :3) noncon implications, violence against reader (not by ML), STILL NO SMUT!? WHO AM I ?? XD luv y’all have fun!

*Smack!* *Thwack!* *Smack!*

“Don’t slip up now!” You giggle slightly out of breath already.

“Hah! Speak for yourself, be careful not to trip!” Jasper retorts.

*THWACK!* You hit another tennis ball this time with all the oomf you can muster.

His indoor tennis court is in its own area of the house, the floor and walls are a black and white spiral that add to the trippy illusion of his entire home.

You’re both opposing a machine that is spitting out balls at you at the speed of fucking light. You haven’t done anything like this since highschool maybe, but for the most part you’ve kept up perfectly!

He’s impressed. Not to mention he keeps almost missing hits because of your dress barely covering you, and your jumping and moving around exposing more and more of yourself. He can’t help but get a little distracted.

*Smack!”

He gets a little closer to the middle at the same time that you dove for the ball and miss, and you start falling. You see the strange floor coming closer and hold your arms out to try and catch yourself, until it stops suddenly and you’re hanging there in the air.

He caught you in his arm, and threw away his racket to support you with his other.

He presses a button on his keyring, stopping the onslaught of balls, as you stare up at him, a growing warmth spreads across your face.

You’re both out of breath and bust out laughing now.

“Thanks! That was fun, really got my mind off… Stuff hah!” you say and look away while getting your barings back.

“you’re always welcome here. can i see your phone?” He asks while fixing his shirt. You hand it over, you had it in your bra, and pull it out without much thought, and when you turn back his pale face is red. “Ahem, uh just text when you wanna come over and give me a minute, i’ll most likely be ‘round” he coughs.

“Thanks so much Jasper! I really appreciate this!” excitedly, you thank him again.

~

“Where the fuck were you!?” Edward sprays spit as he fumes and interrogates you.

“I went for a walk…” You answer, and before you can say more he continues to barrage you.

“At this time of night!? are you fucking stupid?”

“No! I was just chilly on the deck, so i-”

“Why not just come back inside? Gods why did i marry a brainless fucking imbecile,”

“Sorry…” You try to end the argument, maybe if you just apologized you can get out of it.

“Prove it.”

Your brows knit, “Wh-what?”

“Prove. It. Are you that fucking stupid? on your knees.”

you swallow and get down, turning your head away from him, even though you know in your sickly feeling bones what’s coming.

“Look at me.”

Fuck… Don’t. regardless of you’re marriage, you hate that you’re turned on in this circumstance.

“Look. At. Me, Darling~” he fumes.

Begrudgingly, you look up, and give him your best smile, feeling like the sludge building up in your veins will spill out any second.

You love Edward… Yes.

~

He punched you that night, you don’t even remember why. Now you have to try and hide your black eye before the employees see. or anyone else for that matter. You didn’t sleep after that either… You were just dissociating and going in and out of waking night terrors that felt so real, as if all night he was tormenting you, while really, he simply slept next to you.

“Jasper, can I come ove—” you erase the text message almost as soon as you typed it. You probably shouldn’t even go outside in the sunlight with this shiner.

“Hey Y/N! hope you’re alright, what’s been up?” Jasper sends you a text that you don’t reply to… You don’t feel like it. Who even is he? just your neighbor that kinda flirts with you even though you’re married.

“Homewrecker!” You surprise yourself, and cover your mouth. Ops… You haven’t really spoken to anyone in at least a day.

You wait a few more days when at least the swelling is all down and the colour is almost a skin tone again, at least it isn’t purple anymore.

“Howdy Jasper! sorry i went on a mini vacation! what have you been up to?” You lie. You haven’t even left the sunroom except for the bathroom. Hopfully he just didn’t notice that you didn’t actually leave to go anywhere…

He did. He knows you’re lying too. You think he couldn’t see you through all those windows? Just because you have sheer curtains and we’re surrounded by big plants. He watched you.

He edged himself to you. Never letting himself actually cum.

He didn’t see your eye, but he knows something had to have happened, he just doesn’t know what.

Before he can reply you send another, “Actually can I just come over?” You decide to risk it. The makeup you ordered, and that came in yesterday, should cover the rest of it at this point at least.

Maybe you were a bit dramatic… All he did— No. We’re not going down any of those roads.

“Yes, I just cleaned up actually :)”

“Scared of me seeing your place a little messy?”

“Would you blame me?” You weren’t expecting that answer. You don’t know what you expected, but that answer just wasn’t on the list.

You hop over to hedges between your yards and don’t even look back as you pass through the gate. It latches behind you.

He answers the door as soon as you ring the bell, he must’ve been waiting right there! The thought makes your heart flutter.

“Hey Jasper!” You try to keep your eye out of direct sunlight until he lets you inside, and you feel like you can breathe again.

“Howdy neighbor! What’ll ya have to drink t’day?” He asks going to his retro looking fridge.

“I want what you’re having!” You pout a little, and he chuckles in response.

“You’re so cute,” he reaches into a drawer and pulls out two silver and pale blue cans.

While he’s reaching you notice something that looks like a splotch of blood on his side. You gasp, “Jasper! are you okay??”

“What? Why? ‘m fine?”

You rush over to him and point to the blood, you almost grabbed at his shirt to look for any injury, but managed to stop yourself, he’s still a stranger… kinda.

“Oh shit! jus’ a Second” he runs off presumably to change, so you sit at the bar, and admire his interesting design style.

i when he finally returns he’s in a black, even more ripped up shirt, that’s covered in safety pins, and has some metal looking band logo.

“Sorry, I don’t know where that came from” he laughs nervously.

You laugh, a brow raised in unspoken question, but move on, “So what’s on the agenda for today?”

“I have a pool—”

“No! Thank you, ahah, um sorry no thanks,” You apologize profusely for your outburst.

“You don’t gotta apologize, no pool, gotit,” he holds up a thumb and smirks with his head tilted, his black hair falls at an angle covering even more of his face. His teeth poke out like fangs over his pulled up lip.

Your face feels hot, “Okay, sorry,”

He lightly laughs, “I have a few gaming setups, and a PlayStation”

“Okay! I don’t really know any games you’ll have to teach me! is that okay?”

His grin widens, almost too excitedly, but you’re excited too, so you think nothing of it.

He picks a shooter first, you can’t even keep your head in a forward position, you keep aiming either up in the air or down at your feet. Before you start to actually get frustrated, Jasper scoots closer on the couch, and puts his hand over yours on the controller.

His thumb gently guides yours up and foreword, his body brushes up next to you.

You feel hotter in this proximity, and his hand is warmer than the other night, but still chilled. His long, slim fingers are pale with black nails and a few silver rings.

You feel his breath in your hair and turn your head, accidentally putting your lips right in front of his, you both look speedily at each others, and then up into each other’s eyes.

Pale, icy cold blue orbs stare deeply into you. He licks his lip.

You stand up too quickly and get slight vertigo, “S-sorry! I forgot I had some-things to do today! Um, Groceries! yes. ahem. bye!”

“Y/N.” Something in the sound of his voice freezes you to your bones, you don’t quite turn to look, but you turn to show you’re listening. “What happened to your eye?” He asks.

[writerblue275]

How Heartsteel would act when they are tipsy. (18+)

Let me say this right off the bat: PLEASE DRINK RESPONSIBLY (AND ONLY IF YOU’RE OF LEGAL AGE TO BE DRINKING). BE KIND TO YOUR LIVERS AND FOLLOW LAWS Y’ALL.

(Seriously drinking too much is not fun. Either while you’re drinking, or the day after. I once learned the hard way in college that I become extremely emotional if I have a bit much and it’s just straight up not a good time. I still drink, but very occasionally and not much.)

Inspiration: Now all that being said……I’d love to have a drink or two with the Heartsteel members. I think that would be so fun!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluff (I’m still saying this is 18+ only. I’m American so technically the legal drinking age where I am is 21, but I know for a lot of places around the world the legal age to drink is 18.)

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: We’re talking about alcohol use in this one. Mention of a drinking game or two. Mention of sobriety. Swearing.

Aphelios

If you want a calm, chill, but still fun night, Aphelios is the guy to drink with. 100/10 vibes and I’m all here for it.

This is when he’d use more sign language to communicate. (I’m imagining tipsy Phel signing incredibly cheesy pick up lines to his partner and I’m OBSESSED.)

And you know how words can start to slur when people get tipsy? That concept maybe translates into his sign language juuuuust a little bit. Maybe a slightly sloppy sign here or there. But you know him well enough that you know what he’s trying to say.

And while he’s not super touchy, when he’s tipsy, he’s definitely staying connected to you somehow.

Either through linked hands/pinkies, an arm around you, or just some other way of him keeping connected to you.

You two turn into the parent couple a little bit, making sure everyone, including yourselves, is staying safe and hydrated. Aphelios might be mischievous and like pranks, but he knows when it’s time to be more serious, and keeping everyone safe when alcohol is involved is definitely a time to be more serious. (Surprise surprise, you might have thought Yone would be the parent but he’s already the band mom sober. The man needs a break. Out of the other members, I actually think Phel could wrangle people pretty well.)

Ezreal

Ezreal would be such a fun person to drink with just in general, but especially as your S/O. He’s energetic, fun, generally positive. In my experience, those people make for enjoyable beverage buddies (alcoholic or not). He’s the life of any party (#1).

He’s also a lightweight. Absolutely no question in my mind. He’s not a large man by any means. (I love this teeny pop prince.)

It doesn’t matter if the two of you have been together for years, once he’s tipsy, he’s pulling out all his best (read: cheesy as fuck) pick up lines and using them on you.

“Hey, my name is Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” “Ez, we’ve been dating for over a year.” “Yes we have. And? Can I not flirt with my own partner?” “…Ok that’s very sweet, please continue.” (He always manages to make you blush and make it feel like the first time you met him.)

Only uses them on you though. As flirty as Ez can be, this green bean is LOYAL to you. Only you get his flirty side. Anyone else tries flirting with him and they get some truly bombastic side eye.

Otherwise Ezreal’s just really fun to chat with or play drinking games with. The absolute best beer pong partner. There’s no one more accurate. And unless you’re sitting out a round, he’ll always ask you to be his #2. It doesn’t matter how good or bad you are. When you do sit out and he plays, there’s always an argument about who gets to be his partner. The next best player is Sett, who is also very good, so there’s a house rule that the two of them can’t be on a team together 😂.

Kayn

I was struggling to figure out how to describe Kayn while drinking, and now I realize why I was struggling so very much…

Plot twist: Kayn is sober. (Shoutout to anyone on a sobriety journey, for whatever reason. I have so much respect for you. Our society loves to glorify alcohol and drinking culture, so for those who actively choose to go against that, props to you.)

I genuinely don’t think he drinks at all. Maybe he did in the past but he doesn’t currently. Rock stars historically haven’t always had the best relationship with substances. This could be one of those situations where he realized he didn’t like who he was when he drank.

Kayn is self-aware enough to know he���s already fairly impulsive and a little wild while sober. Alcohol added to that mix wasn’t helping anything. So he stopped and surrounded himself with a network of people that fully support his decision (that ofc includes you and the other Heartsteel members).

Now all of that being said, Kayn still likes to enjoy himself. He’s a fan of fancy beverages, even if they’re non-alcoholic, so he’s always getting a mocktail or a non-alcoholic beer (I’m really glad to see bartenders/companies starting to include NA options. Listen, sometimes I just want to feel fancy and sip a fun beverage that doesn’t have alcohol in it). Having something to sip on makes Kayn feel involved even if he’s the only one in a group that doesn’t have an alcoholic beverage.

Now even though he doesn’t drink, don’t think he’s a spoilsport. Even without alcohol he is a very fun person to be around, so when you’re out with him you’ll still have a great night filled with some shenanigans, fun talks, and laughter.

K’Sante

I’m not kidding when I say I want to have a drink with Heartsteel K’Sante so badly and I’m genuinely a little sad I cannot. I want to pick his brain. I’ve said it before but I get great vibes from him. To me, it’s very easy to see why he’s one of the co-leaders of Heartsteel.

Absolutely gets philosophical/goes into deep conversations when he drinks and those people are SO FUN TO BE AROUND. A perfect companion for someone who might be a little more introverted since he’d be focused only on you and he’d maybe take you somewhere a little quieter so you can hear each other.

I feel like it’s very easy to lose track of time when you’re talking with K’Sante. Like you look down at your phone/watch and an hour has passed just like that while the two of you chat and sip on your drinks.

These deep conversations can be about anything too. Maybe about literature that you’ve both read, dissecting their music with a close eye, discussing the meaning of life, or even him listening to you discuss your problems and offering you advice if you want it.

And even if the topics of discussion are deep, K’Sante is still making things light hearted. He never wants to cause you to not enjoy your evening.

In between discussions of deeper topics, he’s cracking some jokes or telling you funny stories about himself, his family, or the other members of Heartsteel. Whatever is being discussed, the overall vibe with K’Sante is very safe and fun. When you have a drink with him, settle in and enjoy a fun night talking about anything and everything.

Sett

Oh my god Sett would be so fun to have a drink with. He absolutely gives off “life of the party” vibes (#2) and I absolutely love that for everyone around him. Hell he gives off those vibes without alcohol.

This is going to be so damn specific: Sett gives me slight frat bro vibes BUT IN THE VERY BEST WAY!! (I SWEAR I mean this as a compliment!)

When I was in university/undergrad, I was in a sorority. (Hehe surprise! I’m definitely not the stereotypical sorority girl.) Because of this I am familiar with fraternities and frat bros. While generally I don’t have a high opinion of them, there was one frat on campus that was actually awesome. Their guys were safe/fun to be around, respectful, and kind (a lot of them were athletes so they knew they better behave if they wanted to stay on their teams).

THAT is the kind of frat bro vibe I get from Heartsteel Sett. Ma raised him fucking right. He has manners and is incredibly respectful to those around him always. (Unless they give him reason not to be but that’s a whole different thing.)

And just like Ez, his flirty side is totally coming out, but again, only with you. I can’t imagine Sett ever being unfaithful in a relationship. Ma raised him far better then that.

And if you’re out with him and getting unwanted attention, he’s definitely sticking up for you, whether or not you’re dating him. Hell even if you’re a stranger, he’s the type to pretend to be your boyfriend/brother/friend to get you out of a situation. Just overall a 100/10 man to be around. You’ll definitely have a blast with him!

Yone (Yes his is long but listen, I have thoughts!)

This man. This man is my dark horse. There are two possible ways I see Yone acting when tipsy. 1. Completely fucking normal and alcohol doesn’t affect him like at all. 2. Turns him into a clingy koala man who is a lightweight.

Clingy koala man is far more entertaining so THAT’S WHAT WE’RE GOING WITH. I feel like it doesn’t take much for him to feel it. Part of that is, Yone wouldn’t drink that much to begin with. Maybe a glass of wine on a dinner date with you, or the occasional drink at a party, but otherwise it’s not his thing.

All this to say, when he does have something, he definitely feels it. And that’s when he’ll be glued to your side. Now obviously if you’re in public, he’s not going to be wrapped around you, but even then, he’ll link arms to walk with you, keep his hand on the small of your back, or even link pinkies with you.

Now if you two are alone? And you’re not going anywhere for the evening? Oh all bets are off. You better do everything you need to do before sitting down with him, because once you do, he’s pulling you into his lap and that is going to be your spot for the foreseeable future. (It’s like the unspoken pet rule: “if a pet is on you, you’re not allowed to move until they do” but in reverse. As long as Yone is cuddling you, you’re not allowed to move. [Like of course you’re allowed to move, especially if you need to go to the bathroom or get more comfortable. He’s not an asshole. But he just really loves holding you.])

You’re already the only person besides Heartsteel’s hair stylist Yone lets touch his hair, but when he’s tipsy? He practically leans his head into your touch until you play with his hair, sighing happily as you do. He especially loves when you braid it. (God damn I want to braid his hair so badly.)

Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I was discussing with my friends which fictional characters we’d like to have a drink with and that’s where this idea really stemmed from. Random, but fun to think about! 💙

(Also this is just a small reminder that my requests are currently open. If you have specific ideas, send them through my asks! Just check the rules post [linked on my masterlist] first!)

[ieatedyourcrayons]

karlnapity x reader

this is a poly! sapnap, karl, and quackity x Gn!reader

a request from @itsroxxanne-thatonestreamer

-So I don’t think there will be much competition between you guys.

-You all have a healthy relationship with eachother.

-You and karl definitely have a secret handshake though. Quackity gets jealous and forces sapnap to make one with him.

-Quackity is the cooker, he loves making the meals. sapnap is the shopper, he buys everything. it gives him a reason to get out the house alone

-You and Karl do the cleaning , you guys blast music while cleaning everything.

-yall set all these “Roles” up when you first got together to keep the balance. It makes everything flow well for you guys.

-you have separate bedrooms but have sleepovers sometimes. Y’all like having your own spaces, having 3 other people in your business all the time can get over whelming.

-When you guys have arguments, y’all do it like a round table discussion 💀

-Quackity likes to stay in your room a lot. just to hangout though, he doesn’t like sleeping in there.

-You all have a “community” cat. You guys have one cat that y’all share. it’s essentially your “child.”

-movie nights are always difficult. probably always will be too.

[callme-holly]

dating two-bit headcanons??? LOVE UR WORK SM!!! <333

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐰𝐨-𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i love two-bit sm y'all.. i took a little break from writing and im literally working through my inbox in random order but i'll get round to everyone eventually i swear !! also thank you sm for 500 followers?? That shits crazy guys. asks are still open for requests

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 552 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - very brief mentions of drinking and just two-bit being sweet as hell :D

Two-Bit is so sickeningly in love with you like I can’t even put it into words. You thought Soda was bad? No. Two will talk about you any chance he gets to the point where the other boys are sick of hearing your name.

Pony: “Some soc threatened to jump me on the way home from school–” Two-Bit: “Oh well that’s real great, Pony, but did you know that today me and Y/N–” 

PDA is a definite yes with this boy. He just can’t keep his hands to himself and always has to be touching you, whether it be holding your hand, his arm around your shoulders, his hand in your back pocket. You name it, he’s doing it.

When you two are alone together, he’s even worse. If you’re doing something, he’s clinging to you regardless of the task. Cleaning something? He’s standing behind you, pressing small, distracting kisses to your neck. You’re laying on the couch? How funny, so is he! However, he is lying more on top of you than on the couch cushions. 

The amount of inside jokes you two have is crazy and no one else will get them but they’ve got the two of you cry-laughing on the floor every time. 

He’ll steal things for you regardless of whether you like it or not, and he’s so proud of it.

His little sister adores you and the two of you will play dress-up together, using Two as your model 

This boy will shower you with compliments - he literally thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the word and will made his point known

Sitting down with him and forcing him to do homework because we all know he wouldn’t even look at it if it weren’t for you

The two of you go out partying a fair amount and he won’t leave your side once during, keeping an arm wrapped around you at all times

He buys all your drinks for you, no complaint <33

It might take some getting used to, but eventually your parents will come to like him because I mean what is there not to like? 

If you have younger siblings, this man is your go-to babysitter. They love him so much it’s unreal. 

I can’t see arguments happening all too often between the two of you, but when they do, it’s usually just little jabs at each other, nothing too serious. 

If you give him the silent treatment, he will do everything in his power to try and get your attention and to try and make you laugh. 

If his drinking bothers you, please tell him, he will try and make an effort to slow it down a little but it will take time. 

Dates include him taking you to the drive-in in his beat-up car, however he usually spends most of the time flirting with you until you agree to make-out with him in the backseat. Sometimes y’all will go to the diner together but he never pays for the food. Ever. 

Two-bit has probably used every single pet name imaginable on you just to tease you, but his go-to is probably something like “babe”. Simple and sweet. 

Cuddling on the couch and watching cartoons together to help him calm down 

[ticklish-hanji]

Sensitive cat

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Lee: Minho

Ler: mainly Chan, Changbin and a little bit of Jisung

Note: this is a tickle fic. If you’re not comfortable or interested in this type of content, I’d recommend you scrolled 🎀

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Stray kids were in Bangchan’s dorm. They were playing a game where they would ask a certain member a question and the questioned one had to answer in complete honesty.

The questions were really innocent and nothing that would bring any of them in a difficult position.

For example, Bangchan was asked what he thinks his love language is. Minho was asked whether he loved the members or not. Changbin if he feels comfortable around the members etc.

Until the third round came.

The questions were from the oldest to the youngest. Minho was second on the rank. We must admit, he wasn’t nervous at all. He even felt comfortable. Laying down on the bed, in a sweater and sweatpants. You could say he was about to fall asleep. Until he heard the question that came off Seungmin’s mouth.

The puppy, as the group’s menace he is, asked Minho something that instantly made him open his eyes wide, ears and cheeks going a beautiful red in a matter of seconds.

He asked him: “Minho hyung, are you ticklish?”

Now, of course he knew the answer, he just wanted to mess with him a little. Every single member knew that Minho isn’t ‘just’ ticklish. He was ticklish to death.

Minho froze. He knew that the members knew, but he didn’t want to admit it either. So, instead of saying a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’, he tried to get away with a single sentence

“I don’t know”

The members looked at each other smiling. “What do you mean ‘I don’t know?’? Are you Implying that if a member attempts to tickle you, you won’t react before even being touched? Come on Min, we know what you are.”, said Felix.

Minho, who usually didn’t care about honourifics at all, tried to change the topic. “It’s ‘Minho hyung’ for you, Felix.”

“Yeah yeah, the question remains, Minho. It won’t change depending on the topic. We know you don’t care about that kind of thing and we also know that you’re ticklish. Just say yes.”, Bangchan said, smiling while sitting next to Lee Know.

It was not the cat’s lucky day. He was in a position he had to admit something he didn’t want to, even though his bandmates already knew about. He felt that if he said ‘yes’ he’d make a fool out of himself. Which wasn’t true, but that’s what it felt like for him. And, apart from that, he was sitting next to the member that tickled him most.

“Never!”, the dancer said, making it clear that he wouldn’t admit something like that. “I have a question though,” he continued “if y’all already know the answer to the question, why asking me that in the first place?”, he expressed, genuinely confused and frustrated. His ears were so red that looked like they were about to explode.

“Why else, hyung? To make you seem vulnerable for once. We know your weakness and we are taking advantage of it.”, said Seungmin, proud of himself.

“I’m not ticklish anymore, you know.”, Lee Know replied, hoping that he’d at least not get poked. But no.. he wasn’t so lucky. He wasn’t really persuading either. His red parts admitted everything without words. It’s true then that actions speak louder than words. He was saying a simple ‘no’, but his body screamed the opposite.

“What are you saying? I accidentally touched your sides yesterday and you nearly screamed.”, said Jisung.

“I was startled.”

“You knew I was about to touch you. Whether that’d be on your sides, your head, or whatever. When I know that someone is gonna touch me somewhere I don’t get startled, unless I’m ticklish.”, the quokka stated.

It was cute seeing them have that kind of argument.

Minho stayed silent, his arms crossed, looking down. Until he felt a poke in his side which made him jump and let out a small and quiet ‘augh’. It was Bangchan, who was smiling like an idiot after he received the reaction he was expecting and hoping for.

“Is that what you meant by saying ‘I’m not ticklish anymore’?”, the oldest said, his smile not leaving his face.

“Don’t do that!” Minho said, covering his side with his hand, rubbing it a little. It was a habit he had. Whenever part of him was tickled, he’d rub it for a few seconds. Just to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“Why’s that, Lee Minho? Are you perhaps a little ticklish?”

“What’s your issue, old man?”

“Now that’s not how you should talk to your elders. Bin, hands”, and with that sentence, Lee Know panicked so much her thought he was the closest to death he’d ever been.

Changbin, as the strongest member, pinned Minho down sitting on his wrists. Now every sweet spot of the cat was exposed and all he could do was just let everything happen. Even if that meant that he’d probably die before everything ended. Bangchan, of course, knew how ticklish Minho was and how much he could stand it (which wasn’t too much), he would stop when he’d felt like he was crossing his limits.

“This is because you’re a liar,”, he said and poked Minho’s left side. Do I even need to write down his reaction? Use your imagination. “This is for being disrespectful,” he continued, and now poked his right side. Minho was already laughing hard. Not hysterically, just hard. He hated himself for that. He felt embarrassed. He was in front of everyone, in such a vulnerable position, unable to do anything about it.

“And this is just because I want.” Bangchan said, and with that he attacked Minho’s sides. In whichever way you’d like. Minho’s eyes were already tearing up. Chan knew that his sides were too sensitive to every single thing.

The rest of the members just stood there smiling at how adorable their hyung was. Jisung, knowing he could do whatever he wanted to Lino without getting in trouble, started softly tickling his soles. Now, Chan was sitting on Minho’s hips, so the dancer could at least move his knees. But what was there to do? He was so weak from the tickles that even if he pulled his feet away, Jisung would pull them back.

Minho was now under his members’ mercy.

“HEHEHEY NOHOHO!”, he screamed multiple times. It was like he was in mute. No one payed attention to what he said, like he’d never said anything

“What’s that Min? Are you ticklish by any chance?” Chan teased “Changbin, looks like you have long nails, how about you lightly tickle the ‘I’m not ticklish anymore’ guy’s armpits? And oh, Jisung, keep tickling his feet. Looks like we found another spot.”

“Say less” Changbin said, who was patiently waiting for this moment. He starts drawing circles in the poor boy’s armpits.

“STOP STOP STOHOHOP! SEHEHEO CHAHANGBIHIHIN! PLEAHAHASE DOHOHONT- IHIM SOHORRY!” screamed the dancer.

Jisung grew genuinely concerned and stopped. He knew Minho was having way more than what he could handle. “Hyungs, I think we need to stop.”

Changbin stopped, but Chan didn’t. He just stopped the light tickles, still on his sides.

“ChahahAHAN HYUHUNG pleHEase! IHIHIM TIHIHICKLIHISH! I AHAM! JUHUHST PLEAHASE MAKE IHIHIT STOHOHOP!”, he screamed and Chan stopped.

He got off him and Minho immediately hugged himself and curled into a ball. Still giggling as the ghost tickles were still there.

“You alright, Min? Did we go too far?”, asked the leader.

“Noho I’m not and yes yohou dihid”

“Okay! I got my answer. You such a sensitive cat, aren’t you?”, said the puppy, clearly amused by what had just happened.

The game didn’t stop, however, Minho made up a new rule. No tickling questions were allowed from that point. Unless it was Chan who was questioned

Minho took advantage of it and not much longer the fourth round came.

“Chan hyung,” Lee Know said, “are you ticklish?”

The leader looked at him in pure terror

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Let me know if you want a sequel!

[cultofdixon]

Life or Death, Dixon

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Youngest Dixon Sister!Reader • It’s always these messy arguments that lead them into messy situations…let’s just hope neither of them have to die for it • ANGST/SFW • TW: Arguments / Gun Violence / Suicidal Tendencies Mentioned / Injuries / Violence / Scar

Requested by: Anon

“Are you seriously still mad at me? It wasn’t just me!”

“Yeah a grieving mother and a fucking ex-tyrant. The perfect team with little miss flight risk”

“I’m your fucking sister and you talk to me like that?!”

“Merle called you way worse!” Daryl snaps as he couldn’t believe he agreed to go on a run with his sister when he hasn’t completely wrapped his head around everything that had happened. The end of the Whispers war and the Reapers.

“At least I didn’t sleep with a fucking pyromaniac’s bitch”

“Hey!” He shoved Y/N to have her get the idea she went too far. But she wasn’t done.

“Seriously. You’re going to be mad about risking my life to save our fucking family when you rolled over on your back for a woman you fucked once in a cabin in the middle of nowhere just to get “inside it all” only for her and her own bitch to escape Maggie’s revenge. They’ve killed a good chunk of her people, Daryl!”

Daryl quickly whipped toward his sister dropping his crossbow and grabbing her by the jacket.

“At least Henry never my goddamn fucking sight long enough for him to get killed” He did it. He needed the last word and the last nerve wasn’t just struck but burned causing Y/N to instantly force him off storming off.

Then what happened next was a blur. Which led them here…

Bounded to wooden chairs and Daryl was the first to wake feeling his mouth was duct taped shut. If only he had duct tape during this risky trips with his bike, it is an easy fix type tool. But that didn’t matter in the moment as he tried to get a better look of his surroundings.

The place wasn’t familiar and once he understood that he quickly glance to his sister noticing the blood pooling from her temple. He didn’t know how long she’s been like such and the panic started to pool inside of him as he tried to make any form of noise to get his sister to react.

But it got someone with a familiar, enraged tone to emerge from the shadows showing the injured Reaper Brandon that had it out for the archer when his idiotic fallen group took him in.

“You weren’t easy to settle down. She definitely was” He laughs lightly as he with all his force kicked the chair she was bounded to watching her quickly sit up.

Y/N had a cut dangerously close to her left eye and it was swollen shut with that side of her face bruised as well. She had to be “put down” in order to be tied up. One can only imagine what they did to Daryl. She didn’t say anything when she rose her head given the pain and she thought if she tried to protest that the gun in the man’s hand would be used on them.

“You pinned my brothers and sister against each other back at our home. Killed big man and that bitch that got away really should’ve been in what…this your sister right?” Brandon grabbed her shoulders from behind her seat watching Daryl tense. “In her place. But you know…pinning siblings on one another make for better entertainment”

Daryl couldn’t say anything but with the way his expression almost always matched his emotions. At least in a way only another Dixon can read. Y/N turned her head toward the man she didn’t know when he rounded back toward her brother.

“What do you want with us? Your family’s gone”

“Yeah…so I need one of you to be” Brandon drops the gun he held onto the table in front of them watching them flinch at first. “There’s one bullet. I think you understand the rules if you’ve lived long enough”

Russian Roulette.

“You know he’ll just aim it at himself” Y/N scoffs spitting a bit of blood onto the table causing the worry and anxiety to build even higher inside her older brother. “Too selfless…”

“Yeah, but I heard y’all’s little squabble in the woods…he may still do what you say. But what are you going to do?” He smirks pushing the gun toward Y/N and taking out his knife threatening to kill Daryl if she didn’t pick it up. But once she did he didn’t retract knowing she would aim at him if he wasn’t going to keep a short leash on the situation.

“Judith gave yea Rick’s gun?”

“Until she’s ready”

“You know how to shoot a colt?”

“I think I can handle a revolver” Y/N laughs holstering it. “We are the only ones besides Negan that have used anything other than a gun. Thought she’d trust you with it more than me”

“You know Rick liked yea. It would’ve been you or Michonne holding that. Both of y’all’s mains not being a gun”

“Michonne is badass with a katana. I’m just a wannabe track and field star with an old javelin”

“So what I’m hearing is you want me to teach you how to use it”

I wish you didn’t Y/N frowns holding the gun in her hand watching Brandon grab her brother by the hair forcing his head back and bringing his knife to his jugular if she didn’t take aim.

The second she aimed it at Daryl, Brandon backed off knowing she was pissed about their argument and finally putting a permanent end to such.

“Life or death, Dixon”

“I choose life, Merle” Y/N rolls her eyes at her eldest brother as they were on the roof he was currently chained on. She decided not to leave him as she watched the vehicles that got the others out flee the city to their camp.

“You chose death here, pumpkin. By staying with me while the walkers flood the building and gain a sense that there’s fresh meat on the roof. You’ve always risked your life”

“For my family.”

“So what are you going to do”

Choose my family. Y/N gripped the handle on the gun, clicking it to load or not load the bullet and right as her finger rested on the trigger.

The two froze watching her quickly aim it to her temple and Daryl fought against the restraints while Brandon stood a bit in shock that she would do such even from what her brother said that he didn’t entirely understand.

Then the gun fired

A thud met the floor

And silence grew in the room causing Daryl to hyperventilate filling the emptiness as he had shut his eyes when he heard the gun fire not wanting to open them.

“You seriously think you’re going to end up alone?” Carol accused Daryl after he had told her about this Leah woman. “As much as not everybody finds a romantic soulmate. There are platonic ones out there”

“I’ve been accused by Y/N that Rick was mine. So I really am gonna end up alone”

“Seriously? Did you forget about the other name in that sentence? Let alone forget that I’m right fucking here?” Carol laughed at such receiving a confused look from her friend. “You still have a family, Daryl. And as much as the world pushed both Dixons into the earth to show them a piece of its mind…Y/N ain’t going anywhere. It will take a real nuclear ending for her to say goodbye to her life. She’s never leaving you, Daryl Dixon”

She’s your blood Daryl felt tears spring in his eyes as his body flinched to the couch of a comforting hand that when he opened his eyes he was met with Rosita’s worry filled expression.

“Aaron told us about his crazy experience being…sort of kidnapped. When you and Y/N didn’t come back when you did…we had to make sure you were alright” She states carefully taking the duct tape off as Daryl quickly whipped his attention to his sister getting cut out of her restraints by Aaron while she also set the gun she held on the table.

The gun was freshly fired. But her end wasn’t met.

Rosita had taken out Brandon and that was the gun fire that out sounded the fire that Y/N triggered. But again, her luck in russian roulette was there this time around.

“You need help standing?” Aaron asked as Y/N shook her head giving out a soft ‘thank you though’ when he went to check their surroundings outside.

The moment Y/N rose to her feet, Daryl brought himself over taking her into his arms caging her a bit. She kept herself cemented at first trying to keep up her front when Daryl has already cracked after what happened. It wasn’t until Rosita gave her a look that led her to give the Dixon siblings a moment of privacy as Y/N sobbed softly the second she left and latched onto her brother.

“You could’ve died…” Daryl stated as the group started their journey back to Alexandria. Y/N just shrugged at him. “Seriously?”

“What? If it was Merle, I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot his bitchass.”

“‘M just glad yea didn’t eat a bullet” Daryl wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she opened the barrel and started laughing like an idiot.

“Bro I would’ve met fucking Merle in hell” Y/N showed him the next shot was the bullet as Daryl instantly swiped the weapon from her. “Hey! Imma need that”

“Nah stick to your sharpened stick shit. Shouldn’t have trusted yea with drugs when you were six. Ain’t trusting yea with a gun now”

“I didn’t take the drugs!”

“Whatever”

[dollwrites]

Usui Yuen please..I really like your writing..

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ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｔｙｐｅ ┊ standalone / request

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, sex work, body worship ( f!receiving ), masturbation ( f! ), mentions of religion, all characters featured are aged 18+

ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ i am once again begging y’all to watch revenger. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

the room was silent.

eerily so.

the ever contemplative man you knew to be named Usui knelt beside the mat of unruly bedding, whilst you swam upon it. you were scandalous spread— your kimono loosened just enough to expose to him the contours of your breasts, the lines and sharp angles that made up your velvety soft thighs, down to your knees and finally reaching your ankles. they rub against themselves as you attempt to beckon him to bed.

that was what Mr. Isarizawa had paid you for, after all.

“Tease him real good,” Isarizawa had said, as he placed a small, jingling pouch of coin into your soft palm. the singular, mauve eye that peeks out from beneath a mop of unruly tendrils glittered with devious intent as it flits from your face, down to your chest, lingering on your cleavage for a long while. his free hand finds the edge of your kimono, a slender digit tracing along the split fabric. there was a hunger in Jinkuro Isarizawa’s eyes that was known throughout the pleasure den, and you could feel his gaze feasting on you, barely restrained. “Hm…” his baritone rumbles deep in the back of his throat as he savors the view, deep in thought. the intensity of his stare made you wonder if, perhaps, he was regretting reserving you for another man, and not taking you himself. after a moment or two, he seems to relay back to the present, a low chuckle bubbling up from between a smirking couplet. “I don’t expect you to leave that room until you’ve ridden the piety out of him.” it was only half teasing.

you knew that Usui was devout; this was just an elaborate opportunity for Isarizawa to annoy him, but you couldn’t help but want to go along with it. not only were you paid handsomely, but it wasn’t very often that your client was as staunch as Usui seemed to be.

“You can make yourself comfortable.” you offered, as innocently as a vixen could conjure, your svelte fingertips running the bare expanse of your chest, tracing the tops of your breasts as you speak. as you lay on your back, they sit, rounded, against your ribs, simply begging to be groped.

“I assure you, this is fine for me.” was the flat response you received. his tone, whilst not rude, brokered little argument. his light eyes, illuminated by the lamp in the corner, stared straight ahead.

“Are you sure? You have barely looked at me at all,” your murmur softly, pushing yourself to sit up, your bare legs stretching out in front of him. they rub against the soft sea of bedding for a moment, your voice betraying a tinge of self-consciousness, but only just. “Do you not find me pretty, Usui-San?”

for a moment, you could swear that you saw a specter of a smile tickling his soft lips, his eyes coruscating sapphires as he looks to you. for a long moment, he merely stares at you, but his gaze isn’t hungry like so many others you’ve ever experience. much unlike that of the man that actually paid you. it’s soft, and kind. “I find you beautiful, but you already know that,” his voice was level, and genuine, adding with a subtle air of an underlying, playful nature. “Your customers must have a hard time controlling themselves around you.”

you allow your voice to lilt with a similar tease. “Most of them,” before you analyze him with a furrow of your brow. “But you are unflappable. Tell me, Usui-San,” scooching yourself closer, you push up on to your knees, your hands reaching out to gently caress his broad shoulders. he didn’t reject your touch, which you’d partially been expecting. the muscle you found tensing just beneath the fabric of his pristine haori surprised you. lean and taut; and it gives you pause. but as soon as you’d allowed a glimpse of surprise to flicker across your features, it disappeared, and you crooned softly. “What is it that makes you lose control of yourself?”

Usui almost seemed as if he didn’t want to answer. his lips parted for a moment, an even breath passing through them. you are close enough to feel that same breath tickle your cheeks, but you couldn’t place the smell alcohol nor tobacco.

then, to your surprise, his gaze dips downwards. it’s a listing drop, one that lingers. first on your lips, which you purse into a simper, then to your jaw, the slender column of your neck. the corner of one of his thin brows twitches.

“Go on,” you urge, your voice a sultry whisper, “touch me…”

though his countenance was an unreadable mask, you could feel the tension of an internal struggle. he wanted to, but he knew that he shouldn’t. there was something so exciting about the fact that you were his forbidden fruit. the bane sent by the devil to coerce him into lusting. “We can take it slow if it’s your first time—“

Usui reacts, whether to your words or it was just his self control giving out, and his arm outstretches, effectively quieting you in an instant as his palm envelops the the side of your neck. his skin is incredibly soft, fingers sylphlike. the delicate pad of his thumb presses against the angle of your jaw, the remaining digits splaying flat against your throat. the sudden contact has your pulse thrumming wildly beneath his fingertips and you were certain that he, too, was hyper aware of your surprise. his thumb swipes back and forth, a slow and sensual massage, against your jaw as he appraises your expression, leaning closer, until your lips instinctively part— as if expecting to be kissed. his tiers don’t meet yours; instead, they etch upwards in a gentle smile. “All too willing…” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.

“Do you want me to touch you, too? To make you feel good?” you ask, blinking once, twice, thrice. your hands, diligently attempting to pry his haori from his shoulders, only halt when he Usui shakes his head.

“No…” he says after a long pause, his hand trailing downwards. his fingertips glide smoothly across your unblemished skin, as easily as one might caress silk, until his hand disappears beneath the fabric of your kimono. he needn’t even untie the garment, the split loose and hanging open to welcome him in. his palm envelops the swell of your breast, testing the weight in his hand, the warmth and slip-side of your flesh, before his thumb brushes against your nipple, pebbling it to hard and aching in a moment. his gentle teasing coaxes a mewl from your lips, and you arch your back, as if to offer him more. more access, more of you.

“T—that feels good,” you can’t believe yourself for stuttering, as if you were some flustered, blushing schoolgirl and not the minxy courtesan you prided yourself on being.

Usui allows his smile to widen, his thumb flicking against your nipple, his eyes locking on to yours. “You’ll have to be more convincing than that, dear heart,” as he paused, his grip on your breast tightened ever-slightly, kneading the sensitive flesh, “show me just how good I’m making you feel.”

your eyelids flutter; your hands move without your consent, fleeing to seek comfort and warmth beneath your kimono, in the sticky heat nestled at the apex of your thighs. your moan seeps out from your parted lips as honey warmed by a spring sun. “Usui-San…” you purr, pressing the delicate pads of your fingertips between your netherlips, scratching tight circles against your swelling clit. “It feels good!”

Usui seemed content with this new development, his smile remaining gentle, his touch a lover’s caress instead of the rough, hurried fucking you were used to. as if he had all of the time in the world to worship your breasts, that sentiment punctuated only further by the way his free hand now cradles your neglected swell, massaging them in slow, generous circles— in tandem with your feverish strumming. “You are so soft,” he mutters, appreciative of your silken warmth. his thumbs nudging your stiff nipples as dials to intensify your own self pleasure. “Do the men that purchase you also think so? Do they see your skin as warm silk? Do they treat you like the living treasure that I believe you to be?”

you shake your head. you knew you shouldn’t speak ill of your clientele, but none had dared to touch you as genteel as Usui. your fingers worked more fervently, pinching your needy clit between them as you work yourself over, your skirt tenting and flapping with the furious movements of your ministrations. “N—no, they don’t…” you could already feel the pooling in your lower belly, a slow warmth spreading through your midsection as you fast approached your climax.

Usui’s eyes softened, but his vice-like grip doesn’t. using both of his hands, he squeezes the supple skin, squishing your breasts together to admire the way the flesh molds to his hands, spilling out from between his clenched fingers. “Then they’re foolish,” he murmurs, matter-of-factly.

you moan his name softly, your eyes ( though heavily lidded ) flicker down to see a subtle bulge forming at his groin. the thought of this holy man getting hard just by groping your tits sends a fluttering of butterfly wings in your stomach, “Let me touch you,” you repeat softly, this time begging for the chance to get your hands, your mouth, your cunt around his cock. “Please…”

Usui chuckled, and it’s a warm and dizzying that echos in your ear, amplified by the thick, tense air between the two of you. “Your hands are too busy,” he insisted, leaning closer to allow the curve of his lip to tickle the shell of your ear. his body was close enough to share warmth with you, and you could sense the hard planes of him, lingering, though not pressed to you. he was right, of course, your hands were working between your legs, one on your mound, using your first two fingers to spread your slick lips, whilst the other plays a needy chord against your button. your eyes yearn to cross, overwhelmed by the way your orgasm creeps up and takes hold of you when he’s so close, almost as if he’s conjured it himself. “This is enough for me,” he whispers. each syllable crisp and wanton in your ear, “to experience pleasure. Your true pleasure, radiating off of you in waves as you build your own euphoria, one brick at a time.”

whether Usui knew it or not ( and you were all but certain he did ), his sensual caresses and little whispers of encouragement acted as the adhesive that cemented those bricks of pleasure in place. you found yourself an eager, trembling mess, breathlessly begging your own self for release by the time you finally find it. you’re wetter than any other man has ever made you before, the evidence clear as your fingers delved downwards, two of them attempting to plug the leaking hole, but you only make a bigger mess of your fingers and the sheets beneath you. your hips rock against your own hand, riding out your orgasm, impaled on your own fingers instead of on Usui’s cock, but it doesn’t matter. not even in your wildest dreams had you imagined that you could feel so alive. so thoroughly possessed by nirvana itself. “F— fuck,” you whimper, flustered, as your hips stutter and twitch, your sex throbbing, but your ministrations had slowed down drastically. your riding melding into a lazy rub, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. you tilt your head back, baring your neck to Usui, but he doesn’t kiss it, not even when presented it with it so trusting. the tip of his nose brushes against your pulse point, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume cocktailing with the musky aroma of your perspiration and arousal. your tongue traces your lips, before you press them together tight enough to encourage a bit of swelling later, muffling another happy moan against your lips as you jut your hips upwards one more time, plunging your fingers deeply before pulling them out. “T-that…”

finally, after several moments of heavy silence, your eyes open, and you blink a couple of times to rid your vision of the blurriness accumulated, to find Usui leaning back on his haunches, his hands having left your clothes. your kimono disheveled, your breasts spill out in an obscene visage, but you make no attempt to cover your indecency. his expression was unnervingly neutral, as if he hadn’t just fondled you into bliss. you can’t help yourself— your eyes seek his groin again, surprised to see a small, damp patch against the fabric, but the fact that your pleasure had also brought him some as well had you smiling. it was a dazed, goofy smile, but a smile nonetheless.

however, only a moment passed before Usui found his footing, swiftly directed towards the sliding door.

“Wait!” you call, sitting up straighter, waving a hand towards him as if to grab at his clothes, though he was already out of arm’s reach. “Mr. Isarizawa said that I’m not allowed to leave this room until I’ve ridden you.” you murmur, slinking closer on your hands and knees.

“The Pajama Police has gotten what he wanted from this little game of his,” Usui replied, thoughtful but seemingly unbothered by his own humility, and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a fond smile, his eyes still as soft as ever. “And so did I, as surprised as I am to admit it.”

[milkteabies]

Haikyuu characters when (y/n) passes out bc of her period pt. 2

characters: Akaashi, Kuroo

pt.1

a/n: in the last one I rlly wanted to do akaashi, but it was already pretty long so here we are. same warnings of talking abt blood and passing out and period stuff so if that makes you uncomfortable, find something more for you dear!

a/n: also heads-up Kuroo’s part kinda gets a little heavy, like light argument bc he’s v concerned but trust me it has a cute ending y’all 😤😤 also sorry abt any typos, I sometimes can’t read

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Akaashi:

You had been looking forward to this day all week, well before you realized your period was coming and even further before you realized it was going to be a bad one. But regardless, you refused to let your period get in the way of spending time with your crush, Akaashi, on the cutest study date in the library. Well, it wasn’t a true “date” because you doubted Akaashi felt the same, but you’d take what you could get.

It was after school that the date was planned, so you were practically shaking in your seat in a mix of excitement and agony. You had attempted to take medication during lunch, but like usual, it didn’t do anything, so you just had to grin and bear it, but it was getting to you.

The pain made you nauseous, so you couldn’t eat, and because you couldn’t eat you got more nauseous, and on top of that, you took the medicine on a mostly empty stomach which just multiplied the nausea. It all just turned into a painful positive feedback loop that made you feel queasy and lightheaded and shaky.

But you’d handle it, like you’ve done plenty of times before. Besides, you would just be sitting and doing a little studying in a nice and quiet environment. Nothing could go wrong there, for sure. You were being delusional but that’s ok, you’d just blame it on the nausea.

So finally, the bell rings and you carefully pack up your bag. Standing slowly, practically white knuckling the desk from how your stomach twisted and lurched, you anxiously make your way to the library, hopeful to find a table before Akaashi can actually get there so he doesn’t have to witness your struggle to walk.

You manage to settle down at a round table a little ways into the library, in a more secluded and quiet nook that feels perfectly cozy when you see Akaashi turn the corner, just before you were going to text him.

“Hello, (l/n).” He greets, politely, a kind smile on his lips.

“Hi, Akaashi! I was just about to text you. How’d you find me?” You smile back, face flushing conveniently to cover your pallor.

He sets his bag down and sits down, taking out his books, “I saw you walking in and saw where you turned, so I followed.” He responds, looking up from his book to smile again before looking back down with a slight flush to his cheeks as well.

“Oh, well that’s convenient.” You mumble as you nod along, spiraling slightly at the fact he probably saw your stumbling around, before reaching down to your bag to also grab your books and start doing your work.

You two are relatively quiet, the sounds of pages turning and writing interrupted by occasional quiet chatter over homework problems and general questions about each other’s days. You bite your lip every once in a while and fist the fabric of your shirt to try and distract from the pain.

You’re whisper ranting about the amount of work your literature teacher gave you as you flip another page in your workbook and skim the questions on it, only to find that you need an entirely different book to actually answer the questions.

“I’m gonna drop out of school.” You mumble, hunching over to press your cheek into your book.

Akaashi chuckles, back of his hand covering the bottom of his face to hide his blush at your cute, squished face. “If you do that, who would I go to, to keep sane?” He jokes, smiling fondly down at you.

“More like the other way around. I’ll just break into campus and follow you around in the walls.” You sigh, leaning back up before slowly and carefully standing up, holding in a grimace at the uncomfortable feeling of blood.

“Where are you going?” Akaashi almost rushes, suddenly worried about your leaving.

You release a harrowing sigh as you step around your bag, “I have to go grab a completely different book. I’ll be back in a sec, if I’m not, assume I died.” You joke dryly before giggling and waving as you attempt to find the section with your book, heart fluttering at the chuckle that sounds behind you.

You make it to the section by alphabetical order and start searching for the author’s last name. Sadly, the book you needed was on a bottom shelf, so you crouch down very deliberately and riffle around for a minute before you get the actual book, stopping and fumbling when you’re hit with cramps.

Just wanting to get back to sitting with Akaashi, you stand far too quickly and feel everything immediately shift. You drop the book and stumble into the shelf, accidentally bumping a few more book down as your legs give out beneath you. Pressing a hand to your head, your eyes start to fog over, vision blurring as you feel your heart stutter in your chest.

“(Y/n)! What’s wrong?!” Akashi’s voice suddenly appears next to you, an arm around your back and another one grabbing onto your arm.

You feel your head spin and can barely mumble a, “Sorry,” before youre slumping right into his chest, entirely unconscious.

You don’t know how long you’d been unconscious for, but it couldn’t have been too long because the sun is still a few hours from setting. You barely manage to sit up before a pair of hands are suddenly worriedly holding onto you and a familiar voice rushes, “(y/n)!”

Startled, you yelp and grab onto Akashi’s wrist, pressing a hand to your chest to steady your speeding heart, “Oh my gosh, Akaashi, you scared me.” You wheeze, blinking up at him blearily.

“I’m sorry, but I was very worried. I had went to find you because you took a while to get back, and then I heard loud bangs. And I found you practically collapsed on the floor and you just fainted in my arms before you could say anything.” Akaashi rambles, one hand migrating to the small of your back while the other cups your cheek, staring into your eyes worriedly.

Holding the wrist of the hand holding your face, you smile tiredly up at him, leaning into his palm, “I’m sorry, Akaashi, I didn’t mean to worry you.” You mumble.

“What happened?” He murmurs, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek, blush flaring across his face from your smile.

“It’s my period.” You sigh, “It can get pretty heavy and the bleeding can really take it out of me. It’ll sometimes get so bad that I’ll get so light headed that I just pass out. It’s never happened at school before, so I really am lucky you found me.” You explain, eyes closed, feeling the weight of your exhaustion.

Akaashi can hardly respond, he’s so horrified. “That’s… terrible. Why have you never told me before? I could’ve helped you, in any way you needed.” He murmurs, leaning closer in concern, practically resting your foreheads together.

You can feel the blood rush to your face at the display, quickly leaning back and pulling Akaashi’s hand away to cover your face, “Ah, it’s really not a big deal! I’ve dealt with this a long time now, and I’m capable of handling it on my own. I wouldn’t want to bother y-“ you stumble out, looking anywhere other than Akaashi’s face, unaware of his growing displeasure.

A hand pressed against your mouth stops you and you can only blink up at Akaashi questioningly. He looks away embarrassedly, to gather his thoughts, a grimace scrunching his brows.

“How could you think to say that? You could never be a bother to me… I love you, (y/n).” He sighs, head tilted adoringly.

You let out a muffled squeal at the admission, face practically on fire as you stare at him widely. “You love me?! For real?!” You yelp, mouth still behind Akaashi’s hand but it does little to hide the smile pulling at your lips.

“Ever since I met you.” He murmurs, eyes shining when you wrap your arms around his neck and press your face to his chest, giggling. He wraps his arm around your waist in turn and can’t help but press a kiss to the side of your head, heart thrumming with affection.

Kuroo:

You were just so tired. Your cramps had been ramping up all day, and between each class without fail, you had to change your pad because there was just too much blood. You wanted to go home, but you had to go to your club after school.

Even if you didn’t stay the whole meeting, because they weren’t strict about time, you just had to check in for a few minutes and they’d understand your having to leave. Nodding in assurance of your plan, you shamble slowly about the rest of your classes.

In your classroom, waiting for your math teacher to enter, you feel like you’re going to throw up from how your organs feel like sandpaper grinding against each other. Putting your head into your arms on the desk, you breathe harrowed sighs.

You hardly move when a hand suddenly rests on your shoulder, only raising your head with lumbering motions to see Kenma bent at your side. “What’s up?” You blink up at him.

“Just wanted to make sure you were still breathing. You looked like you were wasting away over here.” He jokes quietly, standing back up to lean against your desk.

“I am still alive, sadly. You aren’t rid of me yet.” You murmur, resting your forehead against Kenma’s arm tiredly.

He huffs in amusement before patting the back of your head, “You barely look it.”

“Cut me some slack, alright? I wanna go home, but I still have to go to my club after school.” You whine, pouting at him.

“Gross, don’t look at me like that.” He grumbles, crossing his arms and walking back to his seat as you snicker at him when the teacher finally walks in.

Mind hazing in and out of focus, you do you best to take notes and remain engaged, but class is over before you even realize it and you sigh in relief that you can go home so soon. Slowly packing your notes away, you again blink up at Kenma who appears at your side once more.

“I’ll walk you to your club, ok? I can’t have you dying before it’s none of my business.” He offers, hands stuffed in his pockets.

Rolling your eyes, you stand slowly and shoulder your bag, “You just don’t want to go to volleyball. And I don’t want Kuroo coming to yell at me when you show up late.” You huff.

“Ah, you caught me. Doubt he’d actually yell at you though, probably just try his dumb chemistry pickup lines.” He states dryly, walking with you regardless, “I’ll walk you to the stairs, at least.”

“Yeah yeah, like that’d happen. Thanks, Kenma.” You giggle, loosely holding onto the edge of his sleeve.

It only takes a few minutes to reach the stairs, but in that time most of the school is empty, with only the students in clubs or sports staying behind for their designated activities.

“Alright, alright, go to your club now, or else I’m gonna get yelled at.” You quickly wave Kenma off, shoving against his arms to push him into action.

He groans and grumbles before waving and walking off with moseying steps. You watch him walk, making sure he actually goes, before carefully attempting to walk up the steps.

Barely half way up, your vision abruptly spins and you stumble into the hand rail. Crouching to sit on the step, still holding onto the rail, you press a hand over your eyes at the sudden pounding in your head. Your hearing starts buzzing when casual footsteps echo down the hall. Looking up, Kuroo comes into view, an easy smile on his lips that immediately turns to worry when he sees you.

“Kuroo..?” You mumble before you slump against the wall, unaware of the concerned shout that leaves him and his rushed steps towards you.

You are no longer on the stairs when you wake up again, but in the nurse’s office, curled up on a bed in the corner. You don’t get up for a minute, continuing to face a wall before you sigh and heave yourself to sitting.

“Be careful kitten, you’ll get lightheaded again if you sit up too fast.” Kuroo’s voice rumbles from behind you, a hand grabbing onto your left shoulder as he leans over your right, hand planted next to your legs.

“Oh, hi Kuroo.” You sigh, rubbing at your eyes blearily. “… oh gosh, did I pass out right in front of you?” You turn quickly, yelping when you realize how close your faces are, but the hand on your shoulder stops you from scooting away.

His eyes search your rapidly burning face, an uncharacteristic frown on his lips before he rests his head against yours, eyes closed. “I was so worried, you know. I came to see if Kenma was skipping practice with you, but all I find is you, alone, passing out on the stairs. I kind of thought you died.” He chuckles dryly, gently squeezing your shoulder as he burrows his face into your hair, breathing deeply.

“…Sorry.” You murmur, turning slightly to rest a hand against his chest, feeling his heart practically beat into your palm. “Kenma had like, just left when you found me. I don’t know how you didn’t see him.. maybe he hid when he saw you coming so you wouldn’t yell at him.” You joke, stilling when Kuroo squeezes you tighter, face pressed into your neck.

“So if I hadn’t found you, who knows if anyone else would have?” His voice is muffled, but you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

You shuffle around awkwardly in your spot, “Well, I’m sure someone would’ve found me, coming from club or something. But I probably would’ve woken up on my own.”

“And what after that? Just leave and not tell anyone what happened?!” He demands, fisting the sheet of the bed.

“W-well, yeah. I could probably make it home fine.”

Apparently that was the wrong answer, because Kuroo shoots up from his previously hunched position, grabbing both of your shoulders tightly, brows creased and frowning.

“What if you passed out again while walking home, what then?!”

“I’d probably call my parents?!”

“And what if they’re busy?!”

“I’d just walk home?!??”

Frustrated, Kuroo lets your arms go, stepping away to turn around, hand on his hip and pinching the bridge of his nose. Sitting awkwardly, you turn so that you’re finally facing him, hesitantly resting a hand against his back.

“It really isn’t that big of a deal, Kuroo, I would’ve been fine regardless, one way or another.” You attempt to comfort, but jump when he spins to face you abruptly, catching your wrist before you can draw it back.

He’s huffing as he stares into your eyes deeply, you stare back, wide eyed.

“Passing out in the middle of the street would not be ‘fine’, it could get you hurt. You could hit your head and what then? I learn through Kenma you refused to rely on anyone and end up in the hospital?”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic, Kuroo.” You wave off.

“I don’t think you’re being dramatic enough! Do you even know why you passed out?!” He urges, shaking your arm.

Sighing, you relent, “It’s just my period Kuroo. It’s not that serious-”

“That’s not normal for a period!”

“Don’t you think I know that?!” You huff.

Kuroo sighs, placing his hands on either side of your hips and hanging his head, making you splutter around the hair suddenly in your face.

“Please, let me walk you home. I’ll throw myself into traffic if I find out you passed out on the side of the road.” Kuroo practically begs, pressing his chest to yours, leaning most of his weight on you like a sand bag.

“Agh, Kuroo, fine! Get off or you’re gonna crush me!” You whine, almost falling flat on the bed if it weren’t for his arms that slip around your waist to hold you up, chuckling against your ear.

You can feel the sound rumble against your chest.

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a/n: it took me a minute to actually write this bc I kept losing ideas, but I think it turned out cute regardless. again, let me know what you think and if you have any cute ideas :D

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 3

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

PLEASASSWEEPLEASE TOU DONT HUNRERFSTABDS

GLENN GLENN GLENN ITS GLENN VOTE GLENN VOTE FOR THE BOY

We didn’t do hot Glenn summer for him to LOSE. Spoilers for his story but MORE PROPAGANDA FOR YOU:

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

GLENN GLENNNNNN

Listen, I don't know this other character but I've seem some good arguments for her However Consider Glenn Close winning through no effort of his own in a bullshit way despite being a dick is the most in character thing ever. He leveled up three times and got a crab mech, we GOT to give him this win, it's fitting

I haven't dedicated the last 2 months of my life drawing Glenn close for him to lose

Vote for Glenn Close or I will make you read the parody I did of the vaporeon copypasta

I don’t regulate if minors follow me or not bc I’m a pretty chill space but I hope the world is aware that’s the only reason I haven’t been downright nasty about Glenn close. I’m down bad. I’m NOT in the boat of ‘Glenn isn’t sexy but I want him to win bc it’s my fandom’. I would estimate I have 200+ drawings of Glenn on my phone that AREN’T safe for work. Way more that are. Where did they come from? That’s MY business. But I tell you this fact to assure you- Glenn IS sexy. I’m not voting to represent my fandom I’m voting out of TRUTH AND LOVE. IF YOU DON’T GET IT YOU DON’T GET IT!!! I just think my level of feral over this man is more powerful than y’all realize. If you don’t get his sex appeal that’s okay, but don’t doubt that this is my truth.

VOTE GLENN

Glenn fuckers fought tooth and nail to get us here from like 38% dawg we DESERVE THIS. GLENN IS THE SEXIEST MAN!!! HE WAS THE FIRST FICTIONAL CHARACTER I FOUND HOT AND HE’S GONNA CONTINUE TO SWEEP!!! Your hot goat woman sounds sexy don’t get me wrong but I’m forever fighting for the man that changed my brain chemistry. Proud of our fandom tbh. I don’t think y’all understand the sheer amount of effort I have put in to get my boy where he is today but this placement feels well earned. TO GLENN SWEEP!!

THE FUCK YOU MEAN GLENN CLOSE ISNT WINNING IM BOUT TO THROW HANDS FR

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

Yalll better vote glenn i swear to god

Vote Glenn or else the bird gets it🐦🛸

HOW IS MY DUDE NOT WINNING????

GLEN GELN NELG GLENNANN HE DESERVS ITTTT

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. Do you think pickman needs this to feel good about herself? Can she not accept a loss for the sake of a pathetic father? Can she shake hands with the minivan fucker and his human gun and just take the L on this one? He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Taako (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

A celebrity chef from another plane

[sturn1olo-ffics]

okay hear me out .. part two to keep it a secret where matt and nick find out chris and yn are going out and chris is like “well since is out in the open, can i be your bf?” And its all cutesy

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH 🤭🤭 AHHH

- KEEP IT A SECRET -

pt.1 | pt.2

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: kissing, swearing, small argument (barely), I’m pretty sure that’s it; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: request above ⬆️

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(Y/N’s POV):

I’d like to think that me and Chris were pretty good at hiding the fact that we liked each other and were going out, but sometimes I questioned whether Matt and Nick knew or not.

It was about 4:00 on a Saturday afternoon when Chris FaceTimed me, asking what I was up to.

(in call)

“What’s good shawty?” Chris smiled.

“Never greet me on the phone like that again holy shit.” I laughed in response.

“Alright alright. What are you doing right now?” He asked.

“Nothing, just watching movies and shit. Wanna come over?” I replied.

“Say less.” Chris stated, then ended the phone call.

(call ended)

I loved right down the block from them, so Chris would just walk to my apartment every time he came over. After all, it was only a 10 minute walk at max.

He texted me saying he’d come over at 5:30 because he had a few packages to go through before he left the house.

I started to get ready because I was still in my pajamas from the night before. I jumped in the shower, then did my skin care.

I went to my closet and put on one of Chris’ lyrical lemonade sweatshirts he gave me and put some pajama shorts and fuzzy socks on.

As I walked downstairs, I heard a knock at my door.

“Bro why is Chris here already?” I thought to myself.

But I opened up the door to find Matt standing there.

“Hey y/n- is that Chris’ hoodie?” He smiled then questioned.

“Oh uh- yeah… what are you doing here?” I giggled awkwardly.

“Oh- well we just haven’t hung out in a while and I stopped by your favorite coffee place and thought I’d bring you some.” He replied confused.

“Thank you so much Matt! Do you wanna come in?” I stepped back and made room for him to walk through the door.

We walked back inside and sat on my couch.

“Are you still down to do a Halloween costume with me?” Matt asked.

“Oh yeah for sure. You got any ideas?” I laughed.

“Ah yeah I don’t know, I was just wondering if we were still gonna do a costume together because Chris said he wanted to match with you.” He looked down at his hands, fingers fiddling with each other.

“Oh? No he hasn’t asked me.” I responded, obviously confused.

“Hey can I ask you what’s going on between y’all?” He blurted out.

“What do you mean?” I questioned nervously.

“I mean y’all are always together. And dressing up to see each other. Like I have never seen Chris put that much effort into seeing someone before-” He started before I cut him off.

“It’s not like that. We’re just close friends.” I stated.

“Y/n we’ve barely hung out the past few weeks because you have been with Chris literally every single day.” He responded with attitude.

“I’m sorry Matt, I’ll make it up to you I swear, I’m just trying to get on good terms with your brothers.” I said, putting my hand on his thigh for reassurance.

“I know, I know. I just miss our friendship.” He looked up at me.

“Me too, Matt. I’m sorry.” I searched his eyes for an answer.

But before he could respond, the front door unlocked and someone came barging through.

It was Chris.

“Where’s my pretty girl at?” Chris yelled before rounding the corner to see me and Matt on the couch.

That’s when I realized Matt had parked in the back and walked around to my front door. So, Chris couldn’t have seen the car.

“WHAT?” Matt stood up and exclaimed.

“Oh my God- I didn’t know he was here-” Chris started.

“Hey okay, hear me out before you freak out Matt please-” I began before getting interrupted.

“Y/n? Chris? Why didn’t y’all tell me?” Matt ran his hands through his hair.

“I don’t know, I think we were just scared-” Chris responded.

“Matt please tell me you aren’t mad. Please.” I walked towards him.

“No. No I’m not mad at y’all. I just wish y’all would’ve told me rather than keeping it from me for weeks.” He let out a breath.

“Oh fuck you just wait ‘til Nick finds out.” Chris looks at me.

“Not helpful right now Chris. Actually, how about you break the news to him Matt, make it easier for us?” I asked.

“I don’t owe y’all anything but fine. So… are y’all like dating or something or what the fuck is happening…?” He searched both of our eyes.

“No-” Chris and I said at the same time.

“Ok- well I’m gonna go… and break this wild news to Nick…” Matt began as he walked towards the door with a permanent look of shock on his face.

“Bye?” I waved at Matt.

As the door shut, I looked at Chris.

“Well…” he said, walking towards me.

“Well?” I laughed back.

“Since this is out in the open… can I be your boyfriend?” He said, grabbing my waist and pulling me in.

I snaked my arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss.

“So… is that a yes?” He laughed, breaking the kiss.

“Yes Chris.” I giggled, leaning in for another kiss.

We snuggled up on my couch next to each other, putting on a scary movie to watch.

About 15 minutes into the movie, I get a text from Nick.

(iMessage)

Nick: Y/N WHAT? YOU AND CHRIS? WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US???”

Y/n: I’m sorry Nick… are you mad?

Nick: You know what. I’m just going to be happy for you guys and not be a hater for once in my damn life. But fuck y’all for that fr, I feel left out.

Y/n: Love you too, Nick.

(end iMessage)

I giggled at my phone and read the conversation aloud to Chris.

“Jesus Nick is so dramatic.” Chris laughed.

We finished watching scary movies and YouTube and it was late.

Eyes feeling heavy, I reach for my phone and look at the time.

12:03am.

“You wanna go to bed?” Chris looked down at me on his shoulder, letting out a slight giggle at my sleepy expression.

“Yeah…” I yawned.

Chris picked me up of the couch and brought me to my room, laying me in my bed.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead before turning around to head out.

“Wait. Stay.” I whined.

“Really?? Yay!!” He giggled with a big smile on his face.

He climbed in bed and pulled me on top of him, hugging me into his chest.

“Goodnight Chris.” I said with a sleepy smile.

“Goodnight pretty girl.” He yawned, rubbing my back.

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A/N: I hope this is what you wanted as a part two 😭😭 I love when I get requests because I’ve been so bad at coming up with ideas lately it’s actually horrible, so that helps so much. I love y’all so much omg 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 giving me so much love on my fics my lord y’all are amazing.