#emme’s bad ideas

[emmedoesntdomath]

the lightning thief in a nutshell

[emmedoesntdomath]

HAHA I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK

ok, so, back when I did my list of couples and gender headcanons, I had the same question. I’m, like, 90% sure that I actually put ‘who is darcy historically??’ as my little comment for bill/darcy. and we’ve all met me at this point. I have no chill and zero restraint to my name. I obviously did some research. 

when katherine introduces jack to bill and darcy right before once and for all, the entire bit is that instead of being these two guys that just knew how to do the grunt labor, she went to the very top, and got the guys who practically run the damn thing. bill is obviously william randolph hearst jr., and darcy’s father “owns the trib” (your mr. reid). jack and the audience have a wait what moment, and the scene moves on. 

but let’s pause on that moment, shall we?

again, bill’s pretty straightforward. there was a william randolph hearst jr. he was hearst sr.’s second son, and the one who took over the business when he passed. he wasn’t alive at the time of the strike, which made him all that much more perfect to use as a name (think of how they picked katherine pulitzer specifically, and how she, again, wasn’t around during the time of the strike). darcy, though. you don’t hear about a darcy reid. and more than that, like you so kindly pointed out, you have no fucking clue who mr. reid might be. 

the history of the new york tribune goes as such: 

horace greeley (yes, the one who left new york, came back and then died)(betcha we didn’t know who that person was, either) founds it in 1841, and runs it until 1872, when he dies. he was an outstanding editor, with incredible sales and popularity, and very much competition to one joseph pulitzer. when he passes, a new editor steps up- whitelaw reid. 

whitelaw reid was, once again, a big competitor to joseph pulitzer. he was the editor and publisher of the tribune after 1872, a politician (like pulitzer), an aide-de-camp during the civil war (a MUCH higher rank than pulitzer), AND AMBASSADOR TO BOTH FRANCE AND GREAT BRITAIN FOR NUMEROUS YEARS ON SEPARATE OCCASIONS (hint- pulitzer didn’t do this). and once he became the editor? his sales outpaced the world’s. it’s been speculated by historians that the tribune was the most influential newspaper in the united states for the entirety of the time he ran it. 

so, yes, mr. reid was a real person. yes, he did really own the tribune. 

as for his son? well, darcy reid wasn’t a real person. whitelaw’s son, ogden, did take over the paper after his father, and is probably who darcy was based off of. 

there’s your lil’ history

But do we know Mr Reids first name?

But also him seeing Darcy kissing someone and being pleased the boy is finally showing an interest so he can make a family in a few years until he realizes who exactly his son is kissing

I DONT THINK SO ( @emmedoesntdomath any historical things? Was Mr. Reid a real person?)

THEY TRADED VESTS WHAT DID THE PRODUCERS WANT US TO THINJ?!

[criesinauthor]

hhhh i might publish the update this weekend bc it is like. 90% done i just also have shit for the next round written already. like 3 chapters worth of stuff and i’m trying to figure out if i should reorder things

[emphistic]

hi emm! Since it’s prom season could u make basketball sukuna reacting to someone from the team asking you out for prom?

A/N: hii! i actually received a vv similar request a long time ago and i deleted it because i didnt know how to write it, so maybe this is a sign from God — my redemption time, LMAO

PS: sorry to all my readers who are actually jelly lovers, i am not one of you

“So,” Gojo started, while shoving fries into his mouth, “have you got a date yet? Prom’s comin’ up real quick, y’know?”

The basketball team had just won their last game of the season, and all the players were eating out together in celebration. Sukuna was planning on just spending the rest of the night celebrating with you, like usual, but Gojo dragged him away and you only gave a thumbs up in encouragement. What a girlfriend you were, Sukuna scoffed, handing off your dear boyfriend to Gojo Satoru.

“Why do you care?” Sukuna grimaced at Gojo’s messy eating habits. How could one dare to speak while stuffing their face? Sukuna thought Gojo grew up wealthy, and, hey, aren’t rich people supposed to be, like, super into decorum? Where is this man’s etiquette?

“Sheesh, sorry for asking. I just wanted to know if my friend here,” he nudged Sukuna with his elbow, “needed some help getting a date. No need to be ashamed, Captain. I could hook you up with one of Utahime’s friends.”

“Yeah, no. But since you’re so curious, Satoru, I do have a date, actually.”

“No way, seriously? The big, bad, captain of the basketball team, has a date? For prom? I have to tell Suguru this.” Gojo whipped out his phone and, with his sauce-covered fingers, started typing like a madman.

Sukuna cringed, looking away and biting into his burger. This did not taste as good as your cooking. Why oh why did you let Satoru take him away? he thought. Sukuna would much rather be with you right now, even if it meant having to sit through one of your godawful rom-coms. Any of those would be better than Gojo fucking Satoru.

“I cannot believe he is missing this because he’s sick. Sick! That’s actually sick of him. Haha, get it?” Gojo leaned back in his chair, and Sukuna wished he would slip and fall backwards.

“There’s nothing shocking about me having a date, Satoru. I’m not some kind of loser.”

“Yeah, well. Yorozu’s not attached to your arm right now, so I thought—”

“I told you, I don’t like her like that. I don’t like her at all, matter of fact.”

“She’s, like, obsessed with you, dude.”

“I know,” Sukuna ran a hand down his face. “Just wish she would leave me alone, I’ve been trying my best to avoid her. And I haven’t seen her as often, so I think it’s working.” If Yorozu didn’t take the hint sooner or later, Sukuna would make your guys’ relationship known to the whole campus if he had to. Hell, Gojo didn’t even know yet. No one did, actually.

“Damn, so cold. You just gonna ignore her and break her heart?” Gojo laughed, but that quickly came back to kick him in the butt when he started choking on a fry.

“If you’re not joking, that fry will be the last thing you eat. I swear on your life, I do not want anything to do with that bitch.”

Gojo continued coughing and choking and shaking, but when all subsided and the white-haired man regained most of his posture, he posed the question, “So, you’re not gonna, like, ask me?”

“Ask you what? Ask you to prom? The fuck?”

“No, no, no. I mean, unless you wanted to,” Gojo tucked an overgrown strand of hair behind his ear, a stupid expression on his stupid face. “But, I’m talking about what I asked you. So, you gonna ask me if I have a prom date?”

“I don’t give a fuck if your lame ass has a date or not,” Sukuna spat out.

“Have you any idea how hurt I am now, because of you? Ehuhwaaa,” Gojo let out the fakest ugliest cry Sukuna had ever heard. “You think my ass is lame? Do you know how many would pay to see even a glimpse of my tush?”

“No. And I hope it stays that way.”

“I—how dare you.”

That night, Sukuna had to run away from Gojo in the parking lot of an In-n-Out. Otherwise, Gojo would’ve probably never left him alone. And, you might be thinking, Gojo is a fast runner. How did Sukuna get away? Well, it may or may not have been because Gojo had scarfed down three double-doubles prior. And he could barely stand upright without having to lean against Sukuna.

But, fear not, Sukuna did make it home, into your arms. And even though he did have to sit through your stupid rom-coms, he was so fucking glad to finally be away from that white-haired idiot.

Unfortunately for Sukuna, that peace and tranquility was short-lived. The next morning, he was woken up by your overly obnoxious doorbell. Seriously, when were you going to replace it?

Sukuna groaned, whispering into your hair, “Didn’t know you were expecting visitors, babe.”

“Hm?” Your voice was muffled; your face pressed impossibly close into Sukuna’s bare chest.

“Visitor, sweetheart. Someone’s at your door.”

“Huh?” You stuck your head up from your human pillow, and though missing the warmth, you were quite confused. Visitor? Since when?

It’s safe to say you were even more surprised to see Gojo Satoru outside when you opened your door. But you weren’t the only confused one, not for long, at least. Gojo raised his brow when he saw Sukuna emerge from behind you in all his glory: shirt nowhere to be found, hair unruly, and sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“Captain? What are you—?” Gojo cleared his throat, “Whatever. Anyway, will you, Y/N, do me the honor of being the jelly to my peanut butter and going to prom with me?” Gojo flashed a smile so bright Sukuna almost fell backwards.

“Uhh, I’m sorry—”

“She doesn’t even like jelly, dumbass. And what’s with this horrendous sign? That’s seriously the best you’ve got?” Sukuna gestured with his chin at the poorly drawn and colored peanut butter jar and jelly. Not to mention, Gojo was also dressed as a sandwich, with two slices of bread on either side of his body.

“What the hell? How would you know if she liked jelly or not?”

“Because I’m her prom date.”

“And—and, what are you doing at her house?”

“I’m her boyfriend.” Sukuna glared at the white male, and slung an arm around your shoulder, out of spite.

Gojo paused, finally putting the puzzle pieces together. “Ohhh. So that’s why you didn’t want to come eat with us yesterday. And that’s why you were so desperate to go home. And that’s why I haven’t seen you with another girl in months.”

“Uh huh.”

“Anywho,” Gojo turned back to you, shoving his sign all up in your face. “Will you go to prom with me?”

“Dude.”

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[l13]

hmm idk this is fluffy but i feel like ghost would secretly melt every time his gf would call him ‘angel’

wdym i love fluffff, send me fluffy asks i love emm:(

cw: pure fluff, f!reader

imagine you and ghost are cuddling, nd you're laying on your back with his hands wrapped around your middle, his head resting against your chest while you're talking about random stuff. And suddenly, nicknames come up, and you realize that you always call him either Simon or Ghost, despite him using 'lovie/love, baby, sweeatheart' regularly on you. Well... most of them were spoken in private, away from prying eyes, but STILL.

You were in shock that you'd never chosen anything for him, and kinda offended on behalf of him, too. He chuckled at your behavior, saying he really didn't care, but you insisted that he needed something. So you started to list off potential nicknames for him,

"Ghostie-"

"Absolutely not."

"Yeah that's bad, umm oh!! You can be my pookie bear,"

he nudged your side softly, the corner of his lips quirking up in amusement "Stop it."

"I'm just playing. I can call you love, too, yknow. You're my love."

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling dumbly at the way you feel his breath hitch, but then he's huffing "That's your nickname, love, you can't have it."

"But I do have it-"

"I have it, and it's for you,"

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, rolling your eyes "Fine." he hums in reply, and you're both quiet for a while, so much so that you think he's fallen asleep.

But then an idea pops into your head and your eyebrows shoot up, "What about angel?"

Ghost doesn't say anything but you can hear the sharp inhale of his nose, his hands tightening the slightest bit around you "Nah,"

you pout down at him, tilting your head to try and get a glimpse of his face, "Why not?"

"Just doesn't fit me, 's all." and you would have let it go if his reply had been different, but your gut told you that he was 100% serious,

"Simon.. Look at me," he refused to do so, so you tugged at his hair the slightest bit, and he groaned lowly, turning over so his chest is flush against your own, supporting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, his nose nudging your own.

your fingers fall from in between his hair, down to his cheeks, to cradle them in your palms as you look at him "You're an angel."

Ghost huffs, "An angel that kills people, sure,"

"Well... in Supernatural that's the norm-"

"Fuckin' hell.." he's rolling his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips nonetheless.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Rule's changed, you don't get a say in this. I'm gonna call you angel, and that's final."

"Great." a snort escapes you at his dryness, and you giggle when he nuzzles his face against your cheek, planting a soft kiss on your cheekbone.

"I want more enthusiasm or else it's gonna change to pookie bear-"

Simon leans back to fully look at you, his eyebrows shot up, eyes seemingly glinting with mock interest "Changed my mind, angel's growin' on me."

"Thought so,"

<3

The next day when you walk in the mission brief room (idk wtf to call it, meeting room??) you mumble a small "Hey, angel," and maybe your brain is still foggy from sleep or maybe you genuinely didn't think much of it, but Soap's cackle is immediate, "Hey bon, listen I'm lovin' the new name but take me out to dinner first, yeah?"

Ghost's dumb grin fades in a millisecond at soap's comment and before he's realizing what he's doing he lets his hand brush your own as you pass by him, and then he's meeting Soap's stunned eyes, "She's talking to me,"

Soap still doesn't know what the fuck is going on when Ghost turns to you, muttering a small "Hi, lovie," your way,

[outofconcheol]

Sign Here For... (HJS x F!Reader)

pairing: delivery boy!Jisung x afab!reader genres/au/rating: crack, smut, fluff, one night stand au, 18+ summary: Feeling frustrated and reeling from your recent breakup, you put in a special order on your favorite delivery app. However, with the goods, comes Jisung, who's a lot more than you'd ever bargained for.

word count: 4.0k

warnings: past relationship and referenced breakup (Minho x reader), regrettable decisions are made, Jisung and reader are both so very shy and cute but also bold, lots of innuendos, alcohol use, swearing, some little thoughts of self-doubt, Jisung's black nail polish, unexpected feels, smut warnings: nsfw thoughts, sex toys, making out, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (the pull-out method)

a/n: djsksk what is this?? except the unhinged product of both my imagination and my infatuation with Han Jisung. this is my first time writing a fic for anybody besides bts, so I'm super nervous about this. Special thanks to Miss Emme (@temptaetions) for informing me that Dashmart, of all places, sells sex toys which then became the impetus for whatever kind of delusional thing this is. i hope you enjoy, and please be nice!

This had the potential to be a bad idea. A very bad idea. Rubbing at your eyes, you glare at your phone screen in the dark, legs tucked underneath you on the couch. If this backfired, maybe you could blame the blue light. Your psych professor in college had always loved to mumble about how cell phones were killing the younger generations’ brain cells. 

Or, you could blame the fact that you’d shown up to Chan’s party last night, determined to have a good time after months of moping over your breakup, only to find your ex, Minho, sucking face with a new girl. Yeah. You could definitely blame it on that.

It wasn’t like you didn’t expect him to move on — it was just that you also expected yourself to have. Minho had been your first and only relationship, lasting through all of college and beyond before you’d broken up, deciding your lives were heading in different directions.

Honestly, you hadn’t been upset until the party last night. You’d accepted the breakup, growing pains were inevitable when you’d gotten together so young. But the fact that he’d moved on this quickly and you hadn’t stung.

Not to mention you were horny. Four years with Minho and then just like that, it all stopped. All you wanted was to get laid again. Unfortunately, after a disastrous drunken encounter on a dating app with a physical therapy student named Changbin, in which he’d fallen asleep before you’d even done the deed, you decided that it might have been too soon, and to take a step back.

But you were human, and if devoting your college years to studying the human psyche had taught you anything, it was that humans were needy. Very needy. For food, for shelter, for company. Which is why you were surprised at how the human race hadn’t crumbled already, given the rate of break-ups and divorces occurring these days. The problem was, that despite being needy, humans were also overthinkers.

So you’d spent a week pondering over what you were about to do, rationalizing every aspect of it in your brain - the pros, the cons, the consequences. And had almost talked yourself out of it when running into Minho tonight had been the catalyst for driving your decision the other way completely.

All you wanted was to hop onto your favorite delivery app, ready to wallow in pity over some ice cream and chips, and maybe Pride and Prejudice (2005), but then you’d seen it. 

It seemed delivery apps were becoming more and more full service these days. Because right there, past the Doritos and the body wash, were sex toys. 

You feel your throat go dry and eyes widen as they flash across the screen - all different sizes, shapes, and colours. There was more variety than you expected.

Immediately, you groan at yourself. More variety than you expected? Who expected to see sex toys on a delivery app anyway? The drought must finally have been getting to your brain.

Throwing your phone aside, you groan, trying to ignore the throbbing at your temple and in between your thighs. Maybe it was time to go out and find someone – maybe your self-imposed celibacy was driving you stir-crazy. It wouldn’t be so crazy to check out Minho’s Instagram, and see how he was doing…

“Get it together!” you mumble to yourself, pinching your arm. You were not going to stoop to the level of texting your ex. However, you were going to stoop to a different level entirely. You wipe your clammy palms on your thighs, picking your phone back up and clicking on a pink one quickly, immediately scrolling down to avoid dealing with the consequences of your transgression.

A few minutes later, you’ve managed to fill the cart with a dozen different snacks…and well… the other thing. It taunts you as you check out, and you focus your mind elsewhere, like the berry cheesecake ice cream you’d ordered. This was just another form of self-care, right?

You can feel the blood rushing in your ears and a bead of sweat trickles down your back, and you make the decision to hop into the shower while you waited. Sighing, you push yourself to stop being the overthinker you’d always been. Whoever was in charge of it would just put it at the door and then leave. It was none of their business, right?

Jisung really wasn’t a judgemental person. He knew people went through so much in their lives, which is why he never questioned orders with enough food for twelve people, only for one person to show up at the door. Or when someone ordered just yogurt and Tide Pods. People tended to forget things. Or they wanted to enjoy things. And who was he to stop them?

But right now, he was conflicted. He’d thought nothing of the order he’d just gotten, clicking accept on his delivery app, but then he’d done a double take when he actually saw what he’d had to pick up. Chugging along to the store on his red bicycle, he heaves for breath, trying to calm the racing in his heart.

You had to be joking right? Maybe you’d clicked it by mistake. He was more than used to his fair share of strange requests, but delivering a vibrator to someone’s doorstep was a new one. For a second, he’d thought about calling to confirm that you’d actually meant to order it, along with a mountain of snacks, but pushed the thought away immediately. That would only make things more awkward.

He wondered what could have possessed you to do something so impulsive. But then a lightbulb went off in his head. People tended to make rash decisions when they were going through a tough time — like a breakup. And suddenly, it all made sense to Jisung.

And being the empathetic person he was, his heart twinged for your sadness. You must have been really lonely. He wondered who could have broken up with you to make you so upset - from what he saw from your snack choices, you already had impeccable taste and he liked you. So he’d make sure you got your things safely.

Pulling up to the store, Jisung parks his bike away safely, the bell above the door signaling his entrance. The store clerk takes one look at him in his snapback with the app’s logo on it, and can barely hold back a smirk. Jisung feels his cheeks heat up… this wasn’t even his stuff, why was he feeling self-conscious?

“I’m uh, here for, —” he chokes out, feeling his throat close up, unable to get the words out. “Yeah.”

“Here you go,” the store clerk pushes the bag his way, unable to hold back their laughter, and Jisung feels a flash of anger go through him. Yeah, it was odd, but there was no reason to be so judgemental about it. “I hope whoever it is enjoys themselves.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they do,” he blurts out, watching the clerk’s eyes widen before he realizes what he’d just said. “I-, I mean I’ll make sure they get it, you know?”

He decides it’s time to leave before he does something even more stupid, slapping his palm against his forehead while he rushes out. What was it about this specific time that had him so flustered?

Actually, he knows what it was. He’d taken one look at the pink vibrator nestled away in its packaging, and thoughts of what would happen to it after he’d left it at your door raced through him. Rubbing a hand at the back of his neck, he wipes away the sweat that collects at his nape, taking a few deep breaths before hopping back on his bike.

Looking at the map, your apartment was only a couple of blocks away. He had to get it together before then.

Shaking out your wet hair, you slip your oversized t-shirt on, pulling up your fluffy socks, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. That couldn’t be what you thought it was. You decide to wait a few minutes to see if they knock again, and sure enough, they do.

You huff, looking down at your app. You’re pretty sure you’d clicked “leave at front”. But whoever “Jisung” was, he clearly didn’t get the memo, knuckles continuing to rap at your door. 

“Helloooo,” his voice calls out, laced with genuine concern. “Is anyone there?”

Filled with annoyance, you stomp over to the door, pulling it open, ready to give this guy a piece of your mind when—,

Oh. Oh.

Big, brown doe eyes look at you from the other end, glassy and filled with sparkles, and your mind immediately goes blank, forgetting what you were so upset about. You stay there, lips parted, taking in every detail of the handsome stranger currently at your door, from his longish hair that falls in his eyes underneath his snapback, to the black painted fingernails on his slender hands. 

The two of you remained locked in a stare for a few moments, Jisung unable to take his eyes off you either, and that’s when it registers that you’re only wearing a t-shirt and socks. You have the urge to slam the door in his face and scream from embarrassment, but then you wouldn’t be able to see his pretty face. 

Jisung lets out a strangled sound, somewhere in between choking and a cough, hitting his chest in order to get the words out.

“Hi, I’m here with your order,” his voice cracks when he presents the bag full of things, the pink vibrator lying right on top 

Your lips remain parted in an “o”, unable to say anything, eyes flitting in between your order and the cute delivery boy at your door. Eventually, you realize you should do something. Just maybe. So he doesn’t think you’re weird.

“I, uh, thank you, uhm, Jisung was it?” you watch his eyes widen at your acknowledgement, a smile lighting up his face. And it has your heart doing backflips. 

“No problem, I hope you enjoy it!” Jisung responds enthusiastically, his ears reddening when he realizes what he’d just said.

Time seems to stand still when you accept the bag, watching him zip up his backpack and put on his jacket, those black nails taunting you. For a moment you imagine what they’d feel like inside of —

“Do you wanna come inside?” The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them, and Jisung freezes. You swear you hear him curse underneath his breath.

This was insane. Probably the most insane thing you’d done since breaking up with Minho. But he gave you butterflies in a way that no one had for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, this was a sign from the universe to take a risk. One more time. 

“Jisung,” you repeat slowly, and he finally looks up at you, checking over his shoulder to see if you’re talking to him. “Do you want to come inside?”

He shrugs his jacket off, letting his backpack slip off until it’s hanging off one shoulder before he nods, unable to take his eyes off you standing on the other side of the threshold.

“I’d love to.”

Jisung feels like he’s going to pass out, wondering if he was having an out-of-body experience. Not only did he deliver his first sex toy today, but of course it had to be to one of the hottest girls he’d ever seen. None of it seemed real, as he followed you into your cosy apartment, filled with fairy lights and soft cushions.

A troublesome thought crosses his mind as he slips off his jacket and shoes, when he thinks back to how maybe you’d been going through a break-up. You inviting him in only served to strengthen that suspicion in his mind, but you’d been nothing but nice, just as shy and nervous at he’d felt. Whatever this was, Jisung was down for it, whether you just needed someone to talk to or — he thinks back to the pink vibrator. 

Perhaps it was better not to get ahead of himself.

“Make yourself comfortable,” your soft voice echoes from the kitchen. He can hear you rustling around in there, putting away your things, and it makes him even more flustered. He looks around for anything to distract him from his racing mind, settling on a few photo frames of you and another guy, posing with three cats.

“I should probably take those down,” you surprise him again, coming up from behind and setting down some of the snacks you’d gotten and a few bottles of soju. “I haven’t really had anyone over here since the breakup.”

He was honestly shocked you were still on the rebound from your last relationship, given that you were — well you. If he’d known you then, heartbreak wouldn’t even have been a word in your vocabulary.

“It wasn’t horrible, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you reassure him, seeing a cute frown cross his face. “Minho was my first for a lot of things, but eventually you realize not everything is meant to last forever.”

“Is that why you, uh, you needed the things today?” Jisung chokes on sip of soju, hoping the sharp liquid can make him a little less awkward. From the way you fidget with your hair, he realizes it’s not helping at all on that front.

“Enough about me,” you take another swig, a bit of soju dribbling down your chin, and Jisung fights the urge to reach over and wipe it off. But then he’d be too close.

Jisung is a natural talker, opening up easily about himself and his life, from his own cute puppy to his friend group. Through the course of the conversation, he realizes that you’re older than him, but it doesn’t bother him. Something about the earnestness in your eyes makes him feel comfortable. It doesn’t help that you’re stunning under the dim lights, your damp skin shining and lips twisting into an adorable grin while you listen to him talk.

He wonders if he’s being a bit too forward, unable to keep his eyes off them while he goes on, but if you notice, you don’t say anything.

Half an hour later, and the distance between the two of you on the couch is completely non-existent, your thighs pressed up against Jisung’s while you giggle at his Doraemon impression. 

He knows he’s probably a little tipsy, both of you are, but that doesn’t stop shock from registering when you pick up his hands, intertwining your fingers to marvel at his nail polish.

You bring them close to you, and even though he’s not touching you, he can swear he feels the thud of your heartbeat underneath your shirt.

“Do you like them?” his voice is gravelly as he asks the question, the soju making him feel like he’s floating. 

“I do,” you stutter out. “They look really fucking good, I want them to, I-I mean I want some like them, shit–”

Another giggle bubbles from your lips and Jisung thinks he’s going to lose his mind, watching your eyes grow heavy-lidded, still clutching his hands in yours. The two of you are impossibly close now, any more and you’d be on top of him, but maybe he wants that. Maybe you want it too. 

You squeak when he pulls you on top of him, the haze clearing momentarily when he feels your legs straddle him, clutching onto his shirt to avoid falling over completely. Jisung grips your thighs to hold you steady, and your stomach swims at his proximity. Looking into your eyes, he sees your pupils go dark, your throat bobbing while the two of you remain frozen, contemplating your next move. 

He watches you suck in a breath, breaking eye contact to look over at the photo frames on your shelf, sadness flashing in your eyes. It stirs something within him, and he stops you midway, cupping your chin in his hands and tilting your head back towards him.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is lower than he’s ever heard it, desire seeping into every crevice, and he sees you give a little nod before you’re leaning in, crashing your lips onto his. 

Jisung stifles a groan, melting into the kiss, your soft, slightly chapped lips adding to the fire that fuels in between you. A whine escapes the back of your throat, your nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into you. He traces the inside of your mouth, pressing you down onto his thighs, shocked to find wetness leaking onto his jeans. 

You pull away with a flush, realization dawning on your face. Chewing your lower lip, you give him an apologetic look.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot I wasn’t wearing anything underneath…”

Jisung pulls you back into him, nipping at your bottom lip, before he’s pulling away again, his warm breath fanning into your neck.

“You don’t have to apologize baby,” he voice makes you shiver. “I came here for you after all.”

The two of you stumble back into your bedroom, lips clashing desperately, and you tug at the hem of Jisung’s shirt. He breaks away from your lips to allow you a small bit of focus, but it’s gone in seconds when he eyes your neck, pressing small kisses along its length, pausing to graze his teeth in a few spots. 

You flutter your eyelashes against Jisung’s temple, finally grabbing hold of his shirt and slipping it over his head. You pause, taking him in, running your knuckles along his sides, and he shivers. 

Jisung doesn’t even wait for you to finish undressing him, pushing you back onto your bed softly, watching the way your oversized t-shirt hikes up, exposing more and more of your body to him. 

You feel your stomach fall into knots at the appreciative look in his eyes. It’d been so long since someone had looked at you like that, and you feel like you could explode from that alone. You cling onto his biceps, giving them a squeeze, and he moves quickly, pulling you flush against him so he can grab your shirt and tear it off. 

Shoving you against him, he mouths at your jaw, tugging your hair so you arch up into him, grinding against the rough denim of his jeans. You collapse into a series of moans and sighs, rutting against him while Jisung continues to work you over, moving down to your neck, before he thumbs at your breasts.

The first swipe of his thumb against your nipple has you keening, throbbing with need until —

Jisung pins you in place, lifting his body slightly so you’re no longer touching. He toys with your nipple experimentally, giving it a squeeze, and you nearly sob at the contact, wanting to feel him again.

“Had to cut it off or I wouldn’t last,” he rumbles into your ear, stroking the soft skin of your stomach before he dips down in between your thighs, stroking exactly where you need him.

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise at exactly how wet you seem to be, curiously swiping up and down before he plunges a finger in.

“Jisung, please, god, I—” you’re unable to get the words out, tugging at his hair while he fucks you open, your clit throbbing. Your hands roaming underneath the waistband of his pants, pushing at them uselessly, before Jisung pauses. You watch your arousal coat his fingers while he works the button open, finally pulling them off. 

Closing your eyes, you ready to finally feel him, but like everything else today, Jisung is full of surprises, kneeling until he’s face first with you, exposed and open for him. The first press of his tongue against you has you bucking up into him, and you feel him smirk, his other hand reaching to press on your neck.

Your eyes flutter, your entire focus narrowing to where Jisung sucks on your clit, and then you’re breaking, nearly flying off the sheets as your thighs clamp around his head, both of you unable to contain your moans. 

Jisung looks down at you, his lips swollen and messy with you on them, and you watch him study you, flushed and fucked out underneath him.

“Hey,” he says softly, brushing away the hair that’s fallen on your face. “You okay still?”

“Better than okay,” you mumble through your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It’s too soft a gesture for what this was supposed to be, but Jisung melts into it anyway, reveling in the quiet moment. 

“Keep going please?” you breathe into his neck. There’s barely a moment to think before Jisung’s hands are on your ass again, pushing you up into him so he can line himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slides in, bottoming out harshly, and you dig your nails into his back.

You open up wider, letting him grab your leg and rest it on his shoulder, and his arm braces itself around your waist, lifting you up so he can find your lips again, tongue catching all the sounds that fall out of you. 

His hands roam all over you, like he can’t get enough of your body. Jisung’s sweat soaked bangs are messy as he throws his head back, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, and you know he’s close. 

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing tight circles on your clit, until you feel yourself snap, gushing around him. “Where can I–”

Your hand rests on his jaw, rubbing small circles into it, and you’re pushing him back, watching his eyes widen in shock as you lower, taking him in between your lips. Jisung makes a strangled noise when he feels himself hit the back of your throat, twitching once before spilling into you. 

The two of you fall into each other, heavy breaths mingling, and Jisung buries his head into the crook of your neck. You feel him smile against you, and your own soft smile lights up your face, the both of you falling asleep holding each other.

It must be the middle of the night before you muster up the energy to move, cleaning yourself off and changing into a comfy shirt and sweatpants. Behind you, Jisung is still dozing off, his face even softer in sleep than it was awake, and you stroke his cheek.

Feeling bad, you slip out, deciding to make him a cup of coffee. There’s a pang in your heart when you realize that he has to leave after this, that the two of you made no promises to each other. Every muscle in your body is aching as you hunch over the boiling coffee pot, begging you to ask him to stay. 

From the corner of your eye, you spot the pink vibrator sitting on the counter, still in its packaging, and you chuckle, realizing you’d never got a chance to put it away.

“I hope you’re not thinking of using that without me,” you jump in shock at Jisung’s voice, turning around to see him grinning at you, hair mussed and clothes rumpled. 

“Oh god, Jisung, I’m so sorry, your job, I didn’t even realize,” panic sets in as you try to make an excuse, guilt filling your chest for dragging him into your heartbreak.

“___,” he comes up to you, wrapping you in a hug from behind, his head resting on your shoulder. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have stayed unless I wanted to. And I wanted to.”

“Really?” you breathe out, unable to believe he’s actually saying this. “Why?”

You can’t stop your voice from cracking, the doubt creeping in again when you thought about how things had been good with Minho, and yet they hadn’t lasted, believing that someway, somehow, it was your fault. That you hadn’t been enough.

Jisung chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. 

“You’re so cute. I wanna be here for you, in whatever way you need. If that wasn’t evidence enough, I’m kinda into you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You feel your heart explode at his self-assuredness, finding comfort in his presence. When the morning came you knew he’d have to go, but maybe, just maybe, you’d let yourself be needy again. Especially when it worked out so well the last time.

a/n pt. 2: As always, any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi &lt;3

[cyberpunkhwx]

When they find your p*rn dash

❥Pairing: ateez hyung line x gn(fem?) Reader

❥ Genre: Suggestive

❥Warning: mention of porn, mention of future sexual actions, suggestive, comedy?(nah just me trying to be funny)

❥Word count:

❥Requested? No

Hongjoong:

"Babe! Can I borrow your laptop? I forgot mine at the dorm" Said your boyfriend in the livingroom. You were in the kitchen, making the dinner while Joong was continuing his work from home.

You let out a hum, trusting your boyfriend with your belonging, not minding it at all.

He took it as a green light as he muttered a "Thank you" as he opened your laptop.

As he settled everything down, he found a weird looking tab open. Maybe it was important? He decided to let it be and just open a new tap bit curiosity took better of him.

But the random moaning sound that came put of the tab catching you both off guard, making you come running to your bf.

"Y/N!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE WATCHING YESTERDAY AND TOLD ME ITS JUST ANOTHER ROM-COM MOVIE?"

"MAYBE!"

Silence. No one said a word until he took a deep breath and started again.

"You know we could actually give that position a try you kno- KIM HONGJOONG!- JUST AN IDEA OKAY!!

Ddeonghwa:

It didn't take him long to snap at how "messy" your apartment was. Well, to you, it's pretty normal but your bf definitely disagreed.

"Move your feet y/n"

"agh"

"Don't 'agh' me young lady, I'm here doing you a favour"

"And I'm realllllllyyyyyyy thankful to you babe, I love my responsible boyfriend sooo much"

"T-thanks babe- Wait, Y/L/N Y/N you know this ain't my responsibility right?"

"Yeah yeah sorry my bad"

He huffed, not really pleased with your answer but kept on his work.

"Babe, you gotta update your shopping list"

"My phone is there" you said pointing at your desk with your toes.

"Are you that lazy y/n? C'mon get up" He said going toward your phone. Entering your password and going to find your Note app.

Only to have his eyes blessed with the playing video of a video screaming her lungs out, as she's being pounded like no tomorrow

You suddenly jump out of the bed toward him and try to snach the phone out of his hands.

But as the little shit he is, he held it above your head. Using his height to keep you on your toes as the video is still being played.

"What? Were you watching it yourself at some point? Let's check it together, huh?"

He let out another loud laugh as he heard you whining in his chest.

"We gonna do alot with this video, baby"

Yuyu:

He hasn't been the same since he opened your phone and saw your twitter bookmarks.

Like he knew you can find everything on the bird app but y/n, HIS Y/N?

"Here I thought I've been planning to wife up a cutie not knowing how filthy they were"

He thought to himself smirking as he got up from his position on the chair. Making his way to your shared room. Where you were laying cluelessly.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" He said basically jumping on you, easily towering on you body with his.

"A little bird told me you liked it when I use advantage of my giant self" He said as he slipped his hands to your face.

"Wha-who-w-why would you ever think like that?" You argued, clearly not ready for him to find out this way.

"Deny all you want love, I won't keep you from the endless pleasure I can give you, now that... I know" He whispered the last part as he grinned beside your ear.

Yeosang:

"I never knew you were into Hard-core Bdsm gets fucked on the wal -" you snached the phone out of his hands before he kept reading the title of the tab you left open before using the bathroom.

"How much of that did you see?!" You said Panicked of your boyfriend seeing the kinky side of you.

You always tried to keep ot vanilla. Slow and gentle kissed. Nothing like what your boyfriends eyes just witnessed.

"Enough" He said smiling to himself.

"Is this why you insisted on having empty walls in almost every room? I could do that if you want to, you I do!" He said flexing his arms as he still gave you his goofy smile.

"Emm- ohhh guess what my mom just called and I gotta- it's fine I wasn't planning on doing anything now- Oh... that's- Cuz I'm gonna devour you whole tonight Babe. Wear the lacy once, those you keep under your socks"

He said now taking his own phone and leaving you to "call your mom".

A/n: lemme know how it was!

Requests: Open

Masterlist

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Luscinia Lucis Caelum - Infographic

"She says look at us I just see my reflection I'm tempted to trust But she got bad intentions And she comes at night She's the devil in disguise Always picking fights Trying to take over my mind She wants my eyes She's the voice that isn't mine Nowhere to hide She's the devil in disguise"

DEVIL IN DISGUISE - EMM

(first template by @phillipsgraves, thought I took the liberty to add the second page myself).

So.

You probably don't know this, but when yours truly cannot settle down to peacefully draw or write (because the brain do not allow), I love to actually do some infographics for my ocs, just for the fun of it.

Though, sometimes, like in Luscinia's case here, working on her character sheet actually helped me deepen my knowledge of her and come up with some ideas that I hadn't think about when I first created her!

I am really happy with how all these turned out, and I hope you will like them as well!

--Nemo

[soulful-rodent]

Pizza at Playcare

Imagine, if you will. An overweight and anxiety ridden Italian chef able to run at Mach 3 and break through metal, named Peppino Spaghetti, as well as his short, gnomish friend, Gustavo, and their pet rat, Brick come across Playtime Inc instead of the Player.

The first thing they come across is the Grabpack, which is given to Gus. The rest of chapter 1 happens.

When they get to the end, after the vents, Huggy Wuggy is chasing them, Peppino is screaming but Gus has the bright idea to give Huggy a slice of pizza. ...and it works.

Gus:**patting Peppino's back** "Ey, don't worry Pep! The poor guy was just hungry, that's all!"

*some time later, they come across Poppy, open the case and she is instantly baffled by the rat, gnome, a traumatized Peppino, and Huggy Wuggy. But they carry on…*

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*They carry on and Poppy gets kidnapped.

They slide down to rescue Poppy, and Mommy was only accounting for one guy, not the quartet.*

MLL:"Emm...Poppy says she'll give you the train code when the games are complete, isn't that right P-"

Peppino: "Ohh, Santa Maria, Lady! Just get on with it! "

Gus: "No need to be rude Peppe! This could be fun!" Peppino:"*sighing* Oki doki. We'll play your games, Missy! "

MLL:"Oh, how wonderful! I'll see you to the Game Station then!"

*And when it comes time, Gus and Peppino respectively gives PJ and the Wuggies hot and delicious pizza from the hammer space and a good bopping, respectively though Peppino does rescue the Mini Wuggies because of Gustavo. Then comes Bunzo, who is more of the same. Mommy however, is furious about this, almost demanding they play her way.

And soon, the chase happens, Peppino is carrying the little ones in his arms with Huggy following him, Gus is rolling on Brick, and Legs gets caught in the grinder.

She understandably screams, but Brick comes to the rescue by unplugging the thing.*

MLL:Y-You saved me? Why? After everything I done!

P:Let's just say I have experience in this rescuing thing.

This of course, being a reference to both the Toppins, and the characters he rescues in the crumbling tower.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------After the train crash, everyone was seperated. They got back together, don't worry.

Gus and Brick with the littler ones, and Peppino with Huggy and Mommy.

They do manage to meet back up though at Playcare. Gus and company found a secret, employees only Cable car, Peppino and the BBI duo in his car. (as for the gas masks, I let the toys wait outside with Brick, who squeaks stories of the Tower. Gus and Peppino both find a mask though, dw.)

After all the cord connections, Peppino barrels through the School, promising Delight that him and his work partner have food and others waiting for them, so she comes with.

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When Gus and Peppino find the critters, (Hoppy and Bobby in the Toy Store; Kicken, Bubba in Home Sweet Home; Picky and Crafty in different places of the school) they quickly take them back to PlayCare, where MLL and Brick is keeping watch over everyone.

The Critters are alive and well, having been found by the duo, because I wanted them to have a happy end.

But when Gus and Peppino find DogDay, they're horrified. Peppino may have seen a lot of bad things, but this… Then DogDay begins to speak.

DD: You... You're Poppy's angels, come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here... You're in CatNap's home, angel. Their home.

A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry.

They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit- fill what feels empty inside themselves.

That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics.These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate- and in return, they are fed. We tried to fight it, The Prototype's control. I'm... the last of the Smiling Critters.

*It's then that Gus and Peppino share a glance, but don't speak quite yet. Out of the corner of his eye, Peppino notices the minis beginning to crawl to Dogday*

Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-

*Dogday notices the minis now too, Peppino clenches his fists* Oh no... OH NO!Leave me. Please! ANGELS! RUUNN!

*Peppino yowls, does his thing and builds up a combo on the minis, growing increasingly angry at the Prototype and wanting to get out of this hellhole more than ever. Gus and Brick, however are helping Dogday to the others, who is surprised to hear that they're still alive, crying tears of joy as he envelops the critters in a hug*.

Gus:"Don't worry, you big puppy. I know a gal who's an expert in sewing! She'll fix you right up"

DogDay:"T-Thank you, angels. You don't know how much this means to me, to the Critters as a whole!!" and he's tearing up, the sweet boy

*When Peppino and Gus find Catnap, Peppino is MAD. He runs down Catnap and nearly kills him from speed alone, but Gustavo talks down Pep from killing him.

Gustavo knows, he just knows, that there is some good in Catnap. The Prototype descends from the ceiling. Gus is petting a shivering Catnap who reaches to it, the feline asking their god for assistance. But before it can skewer Catnap, Peppino SCREAMS and pulls down the Prototype, a mishmash of toys, bones, flesh, and metal and begins mauling it.

And with one final punch, it's finished. The past can't be changed, but there can be a future with the victims of Playtime Inc. get to go free, and this, my friends, is one of them that my AuDHD mind conjured up*

(i absolutely copied this from an existing post i made lmao)

[emmedoesntdomath]

we are too close to election day to be having these debates, so- a recap of the most asked questions in this race.

did harris do monumentally good things as vp? no, of course not. vps have very little power in real change. did trump do monumentally good things as president? debatable. better question. did trump do things so monumentally good that they outweighed the harm he did? no.

is harris cringey? does she make you roll your eyes? likely. is donald trump in any state to be president, now or eight years ago? absolutely not.

will harris totally fix the economy? maybe. probably not. will trump totally fix the economy? maybe. probably not. and yet, one of their economic plans is backed by 23 different nobel prize winners. hint- it’s not donald trump’s.

did harris really send thousands of black men to jail in her time as a prosecutor? no. the number was an overexaggeration promoted by right-wing media. was trump really convicted of 34 criminal charges? yes, with another 54 possible charges spanning in three different civil and criminal, state and federal cases looming on the horizon.

will harris fully return the rights overturned in roe v. wade? not likely. she can’t totally overrule the supreme court like that. will trump? no. in fact, he will just make things worse, and make no attempts to prevent the worst of the bans, or the resulting deaths.

is harris a spectacular public speaker? not really. is trump? not a day in his life. yes, the media doctors videos and speeches from both of them. there is still a clearly better speaker.

is tim walz truly god’s gift to america? considering that he’s a politician, doubtful. is jd vance better? nope.

will harris properly disavow israel? no, probably not. she will simply call for a ceasefire. if you think donald trump will do anything but supply israel with more arms power, you’re kidding yourself. it will be a switch from complacent to genocide to allying with it. no matter how bad you think it is already, I promise it will get worse.

harris is not perfect. not by a long shot. but here’s the thing- if she wins, you can vote her out in another four years. if trump does, you may not get the chance. now is not the time to be a moderate, or bipartisan. it is a wonderful sentiment, truly, but if we do not all vote together you will not get the opportunity again. vote for your friends. vote for your family. vote for your children. vote for the people who never got the chance, who never will. if some of us go down, we all do.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

emmeline vance???!? i love her smmm i'd glady talk about her forever

HI sorry school has been so shit and yuck and bad and ew i havent gotten time to do SHIT !!!!!!

yes emmeline !! i dont think theres any major canon info on her so i can just make an oc and yum i love doing that sm !!

the only canon info we have is that she's an auror, likely experienced, flies well and is very skilled with her wand. she's also seen with a green shawl and i 🩷 my brown hoes so she's pakistani now 😋

i also like love the idea that she has a disease that limits her life expectancy. like ipf or something. idk. i love sick characters.

her name is . GORGEOUS. like. wow. sawr im gonna make her model, particularly a runway model (bc she's a half-blood to me <3) before she became a full-time auror. summer job at her time at hogwarts? not sure but something like that !!

she's very sad lover girl magazine whore fight and flight and she loves chicks (baby chickens!! she's unfortunately NOT for the ladies 💔💔) and all the ladies love emm and she's so hot !!!! she's a couple years older than the marauders .

i have a very specific friendgroup for her that can NOT be changed. it's like. the crux of her being.

closest school friends: kingsley shacklebolt (similar personalities, Mom and Dad of the group, made fun of each other 24/7), cardoc dearborn (their romance is worth a classic novel, four shitty modern adaptation books, and 30 films. they fought all the time, emmeline sad girl vance & cardoc blunt motherfucker dearborn were the worst possible options for each other but they loved each other so so so much. when cardoc disappeared, they were on bad terms. i love them sm i could talk abt them forever gn), hestia jones (pureblood and half blood hehe funny but also hestia was a year younger than her and had the rightest moral code and inspired emme sosomuch and hestia was in hiding in the first war but she started auror training after cardoc's disappearance)), bertha jorkins (gossiped 24/7, academic smart and street smart, bertha was emmeline's Canon Event (ehem. her codependent homoerotic teenage 1 1/2 year friendship). they reached out to each other after the war was over. emmeline went cray-cray when bertha disappeared in gof. i have sm yap abt them bye.).

post-school friends: lily evans, sturgis podmore, dorcas meadowes.

for someone who loves yapping idk how to yap.

[gyupremacy]

Now & Forever | ksy.

↳ Pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

�� Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship

↳ Au(s): non-idol!AU, slice of life

↳ Word Count: 2.1k

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Warning(s): cursing, fondling, fingering (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), hoshi being an absolute tease 💀, dom!hoshi, sub!reader

↳ Summary: Multiple surprises are in store for your first Valentine's Day with Soonyoung. Let's just say, you can't wait for the next ones ahead!

↳ a/n: This piece was created for @temptaetions for a Valentine's Day fic exchange. I hope you like it, Emme! I would also like to thank @here4btsfics and @yoongimingyu for letting me bounce ideas off them. Another shout-out goes to @playmetheclassics for creating this amazing banner and looking over it!

P.S. If anyone knows the Dwayne Johnson movie that's referenced, I love you ❤️😅

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Soft caresses along your body and a hint of sunlight were all required to get you up this morning - that and it being Valentine's Day.

You never had much reason to celebrate all these years until you met the very man who was caressing your back: your boyfriend, Soonyoung.

You were together for over a year, and every month spent with him was amazing.

Three months ago, you moved in with him, and everything felt just right. He took care of you when you were sick, made breakfast in bed when it was that time of the month and you were having bad cramps, but most importantly, he took the time to show how special you are to him.

"Good morning, tigress!" Soonyoung proclaimed, letting his thumb move to stroke your cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

You let out a small yawn and giggle before responding.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby!" you rasped out.

"How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Well… I had this dream, and you couldn’t keep your hands off me," you felt him twitch at your words.

"Really? What else was I doing?" Soonyoung, intrigued by your words, pressed further.

He knew what he was doing. Anytime you felt needy, he'd goad you until you were putty in his hands. He was insatiable that way.

"To start, you had your hands on my thighs. Then, you began squeezing them–" you gasped slightly as Soonyoung’s hand moved to mimic your words.

"Like this?" He questioned.

"Not too rough, but enough that it felt… magical," you sighed with your eyes closed, moving to sit up with your back against his chest.

"Don’t worry, Y/N. I'll take care of you."

Soonyoung massaged circles around the flesh, watching as you moaned for him. He carefully pulled away when you thought it would lead to something more.

"Why did you stop?" you looked back with a slight pout.

"No reason. I just want to savor the moment a little longer," Soonyoung smiled.

He held you in his arms, pressing feather-light kisses on your shoulder and neck. The pure action alone sent you into a daze.

You turned around, so you were laying on top of him and trailing your fingers across his chest.

"So… I was thinking, since it's Valentine's Day and all, maybe we should do something," you suggested.

"I thought we should keep it simple. We've only been together for a year, and having this big celebration would mean a lot," Soonyoung proposed.

You were taken aback, considering your boyfriend was one for a good "mushy gushy", "lovey-dovey", cliché romantic gesture. He asked to be your boyfriend during a picnic underneath the stars after all.

"That's a good point, Soon. I think it's best if we start small and build on from that," you suggested.

"Otherwise, we would end up sick of all the grand displays of affection. Plus, we already had our anniversary, which was amazing.."

"See? I knew you would understand, Y/N!" Soonyoung quipped, kissing your cheek as he walked out of the bedroom.

Soonyoung was staring aimlessly at the screen, watching as Dwayne Johnson's character is welcomed to soap suds all over his bathroom.

"Haha! Classic!" he pointed and laughed, and you began to feel a knot in the pit of your stomach.

Even though you mutually agreed to keep it simple for your first Valentine's Day together… IT WAS YOUR FIRST VALENTINE'S DAY!

You wanted to pull out all the stops. Which is why you're currently biting the bottom of your lip as you watch your boyfriend get up from his place.

You had bought a *little* surprise that you knew he would certainly get the most out of it, hidden away in the closet. Engaged, seeing the former professional wrestler turned actor chase after his pet bulldog on the big screen provided a much-needed distraction.

There was another special gift you had tucked away in your bedroom drawer, waiting to be presented to him. It might not be the first thing that comes to mind when you think "romantic", but you knew that Soonyoung would find it special nonetheless.

More time seemed to pass by as your boyfriend was in the bedroom for what was now 20 minutes. He wouldn't say he wanted to spend time together only to get up and leave, right?

"Soonyoung! Are you alright in there?" you wondered.

"Y/N, don't worry about it! Everything's fine!" he half-yelled.

You heard some noises behind the wooden sliding doors, almost as if he was in a hurry to get things in order.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you walked towards it, anticipating what might be on the other side. You turned the knob to see Soonyoung dressed to the nines in a gray suit, an orange and black tie, and dress shoes.

His black hair was styled magnificently, and he had the brightest smile adorning his handsome face.

"Happy Valentine's Day, gorgeous!" he took your hand in his, bringing you both further in the decorated bedroom.

The lights were dim, except for the attery operated candles, along with rose petals littered across the floor and bed.

The petals on the bed were placed in the shape of a heart, the sight nearly brought you to tears.

"Honey, this means so much to me!" you gushed, eyes blurry from the thoughtfulness and pure adoration you felt.

"Thank you!"

The tears of joy threatening to spill a moment ago, were finally trailing down your face after embracing your boyfriend. Seeing you overcome with emotions, he brings his thumb up to wipe them away.

"You're welcome! You deserve everything and more," Soonyoung reassured, bringing your lips to his.

"I really couldn't keep the surprise a secret for so long. The florist came while we were watching the movie, and I couldn't let the plan unfold yet," he chuckled.

"Now, I feel like my gift will pale compared to all of this," you joked, walking over to the dresser drawer and pulling out the parchment paper.

You handed the paper to Soonyoung, who looked at it with wonder.

"What is it?" he questioned.

"Remember when we went to the zoo, and the guide talked about the tigers? Knowing how much you love them, I made a donation in your name to a sanctuary for tigers!" Soonyoung’s eyes lit up in joy at your words.

"This is so thoughtful, Y/N! It means a lot, and it's for a good cause, too!" you smiled in agreement, with him going in for a hug.

The moment was tender, watching him beam with joy like a child on Christmas opening his gifts. Soonyoung got up and kneeled to reach underneath the bed to pull out a shopping bag and shoe box.

"There's one more surprise, and I think it will take your breath away," Soonyoung smirked, letting you reach into the bag.

To your amazement, your fingers grazed a pink Versace dress styled like a corset, and you knew your boyfriend had spent considerable money on it. Next, you opened the shoebox to see nude colored Louboutins.

"Soon! You shouldn't have!" you were so in awe you hadn't seen that your boyfriend had moved behind you to softly massage your shoulders.

"I said I’d take care of you. Did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” Soonyoung brought his voice to a whisper, mere inches away from your ear.

"I have reservations for the both of us tonight and thought you would look stunning in this," he took his hands from your shoulders.

"Thank you, baby! I mean it!" you bit your lip wanting nothing more than to put the outfit on.

Soonyoung left the room, allowing you to quickly get the bag with your "gift" in it. You went into the bathroom, taking your clothes off carefully.

The gift, lingerie you had ordered online two weeks ago, accentuated your body well. The dress looked great on you, too. Finally, putting the signature red bottom shoes on, you felt on top of the world.

You walked out of the bedroom, now seeing your boyfriend's turn to be in awe at your appearance.

"My… baby, you look…" Soonyoung fumbled as his mouth hung open, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Come on, Soon! We have dinner to get to," you smiled, taking his hand in yours to leave out the door.

The dinner was planned perfectly, from the venue to the music and, most importantly, the food. The steak nearly melted in your mouth when your boyfriend fed it to you in pieces.

The only thing you didn't anticipate was Soonyoung's lack of physical touch throughout the evening. You would place your hand on his, but he'd politely move it to the side. Next, you would play footsies under the table with him, but he would inch away from your leg. Finally, when you were finished with the meal and headed to the car, you would always place a hand on his thigh while he drove… except he maneuvered your hand to your lap.

It made you crave more as you walked into the house, resisting the urge to pounce on him. He must have sensed your desire as he grabbed your waist, roughly attaching his lips to your neck.

"Oh, someone finally wants some attention," you mewled.

"I always want attention from you, baby. Just don't act like a little brat first if you want your way," Soonyoung snickered darkly.

That's when he first attacked your lips with his, sending your back flat on the couch cushion. His hands were as eager as his mouth and tongue already proved to be. Sex with Soonyoung was always passionate, with sprinkles of love and adoration laced throughout.

"Take me to the bedroom," you moaned.

He took your hand and brought you towards the bed, letting you settle comfortably on top of the plush comforter and rose petals. He took no time loosening his tie, discarding it on the floor without thought. You can see how hard he was through his pants as he took the jacket off and unbuttoned the shirt.

"Wait!" you interjected.

"Yes, Y/N?" Soonyoung asked.

"Before you continue, there's another surprise that I have for you underneath this gorgeous dress you bought me," you carefully brought the straps of your dress down your shoulder, pulling it down to reveal the lingerie you had on all night.

The black number and the silhouette of tigers on the cups of the bra, while the underwear included two more, who were conveniently positioned as if they were stalking towards that special area that your boyfriend found pleasure in.

"Oh fuck! You are so sexy, angel!" Soonyoung praised.

"Less talking, more fucking, Tiger Man!" you signaled the "come here" motion with your finger for him to continue your intense activity.

Soonyoung's hand crept on top of your chest, gently squeezing the mound in his hand as he kissed you. He gently grabbed your shoulders to have you lying flat on the bed while he continued exploring your body.

His hands felt like heaven on your skin, moving to spread your thighs open to access his desired area. His fingers ghosted over your underwear before sliding them to the side and licking a tantalizing stripe over your lower lips.

"That's so good! More!" you breathed out.

Soonyoung heard your pleas but wanted to hear you explicitly say what you needed. He continued lapping you up until he let up to respond.

"Use your words, baby! Remember? Tell me what you want!" he smiled so devilishly.

"F-Fingers! I want your fingers inside of me!" you cried out, with your head leaning back against the pillow.

He shook his head in agreement, bringing his middle finger to swirl around your bundle of nerves and then sinking his finger inside of you.

"You like that, huh? You like being a dirty girl for me? Making me tell you to work for your pleasure?" Soonyoung teased, chuckling, and then bringing his lips back to your body and his finger continuing its motion inside you.

"Yes, Soon! I love it when you make me beg!" your chest heaved with each thrust of his hand and mouth in tandem.

The hand that wasn't currently on your body found its way down to his boxers as he palmed his member within the confines of the cotton seams. Soonyoung started diving his tongue inside and out of you like no tomorrow, leaving you writhing.

"You're almost there, baby! Come for me!" Soonyoung groaned.

"Oh shit! I'm so close!" you moaned, bringing a head to your mouth to muffle the noise.

A few more movements of his tongue and fingers caused your body to shake and your release to happen. You try to catch your breath when you see a familiar glint in your boyfriend's eyes.

"Don’t worry, baby! We're just getting started!"

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© gyupremacy, 2023. All rights reserved. 

[taxes-evasion]

𝐵𝐿𝑂𝐺 𝑅𝑈𝐿𝐸𝑆!

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥

★ Howdy! I'm Emm and I'm the writer of this blog, I use all pronouns and I'm 17. I wanted to start this blog because I find a particular interest in writing. I hope my writing skills are satisfactory for all of you (≧▽≦)

★ I initially planned to write only for the Creepypasta fandom, however I also accept requests from the Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, SCP, Underverse and Undertale + AUs fandoms!!

★ Writing for me is a pastime and, since I'm still in school, I won't be able to publish with any specific consistency ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

★ Of course, I will try to write everything as soon as possible!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗜 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘/𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥

★ As for Helluva Boss, SCP, Underverse and Undertale + AUs characters I will write for any of them, the only exceptions concern some Hazbin Hotel and Creepypasta characters.

★ Regarding Hazbin Hotel I would prefer to avoid any kind of request regarding Valentino and the rape issue.

★ I know that Valentino is a bad character, since he is a sinner, however I don't feel comfortable and I don't think it's right to write about rape with such "lightness" if I can define it that way.

★ This doesn't mean I won't write for Valentino, I think it's unfair to put his character aside simply because of this. Obviously what he does is horrible but he's just as bad as, for example, Alastor.

★ Regarding Creepypasta I would like to avoid writing for: S. Offenderman and Dr. Smiley.

★ As for S. Offenderman: it's the same motivation I gave for Valentino. This means I will still write for him but I'll avoid anything rape related.

★ For Dr. Smiley the reason seems obvious to me.

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦/𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧/𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘

★ headcanons;

★ prompts;

★ fanfictions;

★ friendship relationships;

★ romantic relationships;

★ gore;

★ angst;

★ character x reader.

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦/𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧/𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘

★ rape;

★ incest;

★ pedophilia;

★ zoophilia;

★ anything that goes against minorities;

★ character x character;

★ NSFW (temporarily).

𝗕𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗗

★ I felt obliged to make a small aside for the character of 'BEN DROWNED' since I know that in the fandom there are conflicting ideas about his character.

★ I have a slightly particular vision of 'BEN'.

★ In fact, there are 3 characters who have this name: Ben, Benjamin and B.E.N.

★ I will write headcanons for them later, however I wanted to specify their ages.

★ Ben is an adult, around 22 years old.

★ Benjamin is a young teen, around 12 years old.

★ B.E.N have no age, yet they take the form of a young teen, but they don't really have a specific appearance as they can alter it.

𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐾𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁!

[schoenpepper]

legit the entirety of your jadetober has been a delight to read and a pleasure to experience! you have such a well-developed handle on his character but you also have such a talent for settings!!!

nothing was kept the same; every dabble branched off into a different direction of alternative universes and nuances. it was so fun getting to see what you would post every day! i genuinely did enjoy getting to surprised by each! ramble aside, adore your work <3

midnight pumpkin and mirrors especially had me geeking. i’m a sucker for MC gets to go home trope & the angst that comes with it. isekais are so volatile and fun to play with; seeing jade be so wrung dry with grief and hurt was delightful!

Thank you so much 🥰🥰🥰 I loveeeeed getting to work on Jadetober, and I had so many ideas flying around though not every one of them got used 🥲

Emm, there was one that was titled "The power of business partners" that I changed when Jade's pajama card came out. It was about the octotrio being like a dnd party and the reader is a big bad demon ruler kind of character? And the general idea was that they can't win through the power of friendship so they just force mc into a contract 😌

And I think it's interesting because I have a very tame (?) idea of Jade, and the way he exists in my mind is as close as I can gather from canon, but like, as lovesick as humanly possible, you get me?

Well it was fun to write him being hurt 🥰 I love it when a sadist is experiencing uncontrollable levels of pain.

[coldslaws]

idk if any of you remember the mental hospital au i spoke about like once or twice here but here's an (old) writing drabble i did for it once

"Alright. Call me tomorrow, will ya? Gets boring in here." Grimsley let out a slow sigh after hanging the wall phone back up. Thirty minutes is much faster than he thought. He was about to go sit himself back down, maybe play a game of cards, when the main doors beside him suddenly unlocked. He raised an eyebrow and took a step back, crossing his arms. It wasn't time for a shift change, so..

Into the room shuffled a lanky man, both staff members Drayden and Alder at his side. He couldn't have been older than his 20s, looking rather despondent as he was pulled inside, his head bowed and arms wrapped around himself. Grimsley paused. He seemed familiar, but without him lifting his head, he couldn't get a good look at the guy at all. He watched them go by, headed for the rooms back behind the main area.

He must've stared too long. The stranger, noticing his gaze, suddenly raised his head to shoot him a biting glare. His eyes were rather flat and cold, enough so to make Grimsley's stomach turn slightly.

... But hey, he did get to see his face because of it.

That was Team Plasma's king, N.

Oh fuck.

Grimsley reeled away from the three, flashing a nervous grin in response to N's harsh glare. He excused himself to go back to the table he sat at with his friend, Emmet, but not before looking at N one more time; strangely frail-looking, like he had no spirit left in him. Maybe that was the case.. and judging by the firm grip Drayden and Alder had on the man's arms, he must've been one hell of an attempted escape artist. Alder never held onto patients like that otherwise.

"Wanna bet on how soon that guy's gonna make a break for it once they let go?" Grimsley asked quietly as he made it back to his table, flopping down in his seat. The action caused Emmet's growing card tower to fall down, making him huff at Grimsley.

"Hm, no. I am Emmet. I will get in trouble for betting with you." He replied plainly, ushering his fallen cards into one stack. He glanced over at N just moments before he disappeared from sight with staff.

"Jeez. Live a little, will you?" He leaned back in his chair with an eye roll, only to scoff loudly as Emmet made a show of checking his own pulse in front of him.

"It seems that I'm still living."

"Oh, Zekrom's sake," Grimsley muttered. "Well, whatever. Did you see that guy, though? That's.. the leader of Team Plasma, right? They finally got him?"

"Apparently so. Another evil team leader in this facility.. Seems like a bad idea, yup yup."

"Yeah, no kidding. He's fucking creepy too. Even tried to kill me a few months ago."

Emmet snickered softly in morbid amusement. What? It was kind of funny in retrospect. Not when it happened, of course. "He tried to kill everyone at some point. I feel verrrrry sorry for whoever has to share a room with him!"

A staff member's voice piped up from across the room. Cynthia. She was in the middle of putting her radio back on her hip when she called to him. "Emmet?"

"I am Emm-"

"You will be sharing your room with the new patient, N. I hope that's alright."

"... ah."

[handercover]

You'll never catch me dead sharing my AUs or ideas, so today I will be sharing them, someone needs to start paying rent around here they can't live rent free in my brain

Heavy reminder that canon? Never heard of emm I'm that kind of person that has one single idea of a character, turns it morally grey because the world isn't black and white, and runs with it so yeah

-Cursed/Merman AU where Tom, as a punishment for the Chamber of Secrets debacle, is turned into a merman and forced to live in the black lake until he's less of a shit head

-Quidditch rivals AU Tom vs Y/N Who accidentally became players after fighting each other during flying lessons

-Morally questionable angel/demon AU where Tom is regrettably bound to a human Y/N for reasons and they're somehow friendly (?)

-The AU where Tom finds out the shitty family dynamics on both sides and hates everyone equally before eventually finding someone not that bad

Now some older cringe worthy awards specifically calling out older stories I wrote B)

-Imagine a Tom going through the Triwizard tournament AU, yeah I wrote about that lmao

-Soulmate AU but broken by time, insert abandonment issues and anger for some spice

-The 'Hey look at what I found I'm gonna keep this cat' but it's just Y/N adopting Tom and despite his shit keeping the damn cat until he loves you (bonus if you ignore the snake thing and make Tom a feline animagus I'm dying)

-Old fashioned AU where Tom actually grows up with a father and everytime someone says shit he goes the Muggle way and beats people up

Not gonna lie all they have in common is the EXTREMELY slow pace because I'm sure this guy would need a lot of time to process stuff and my blatant favouritism for monsters and such - but also breaking Riddle down and building him back up as a character eventually

One of my characters from a story I'm writing is the 'good guy' - but they're actually a bad person and that leads to lotsa of emotional damage because life isn't interesting if you don't inflict pain upon your characters (but also there's two sides of a coin and I like duality, but also the in-between between that) so to say I like playing with these themes is the understatement of the century

Aight philosophical moment gone I'm off to sleep bye