#fite me you know im right

[muthaz-rapapa]

Two decades of ✨MAGICAL KICKASSERY✨ 😆💖

It has its ups and downs but no other title can make a franchise out of the mahou shoujo genre like Precure does 😉

Srsly tho, this medley is very well-made so plz watch and give it a like 🤗✨

(also, Fresh has the best logo cuz it’s not swamped in hearts and actually shows the letter “P” for Precure)

[poppurini]

warming up to you

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?

Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit

Word count: 1k+

Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia

to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)

lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house

so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek

you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular

maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person

the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head

"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"

you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no

he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him

relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search

you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"

fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper

hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms

so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver

you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly

of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase

but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name

the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere

he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"

ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ ...sure, lilia-senpai

you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"

but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely

??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai

so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)

after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life

popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day

asking you to come over to the light music club after school

you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls

but then one day, he came up to you with a request

"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"

see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"

but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook

see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds

so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls

usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him

but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree

on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen

and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook

"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."

Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...

you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics

but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...

"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.

But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.

"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.

Thump. Thump.

In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.

"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"

Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.

He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"

thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt

it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it

you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out

only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before

maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)

"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.

He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.

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[shredlad]

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐲𝐥𝐞

𓆝 𓆜 –––––––––––———–––––––––———–┊⁀➷

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: was writing this late at night so sorry for typos here and there, I tried to fix all of them. I recommend reading it late at night so you can comfort yourself and have sweet dreams. It's purely fluff oneshot, so nothing sexual.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: cuddling with Lyle, fluff, comfort fanfic, joking around and deep late night topics

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

╰───────────────🥀

It's dark in your room and rain is falling onto your bedroom windows. You're all tucked in and ready to fall asleep while listening to soothing sounds of rain. It felt so good to lay in your warm bed while it's cold and rainy outside.

You heard someone open the door. It was Lyle and he just arrived home. He happened to be your roommate and you two go along pretty well, maybe even too well.

"Its me." He yelled from the kitchen as he made enterace and you recognised his voice. You heard him take off his jacket and hang it in the hall. Hel took off his boots too and left them laying on the floor. Then he turned off all the lights and quietly entered your room.

"Hey" Lyle greeted you taking off his cargo pants and shirt, putting on something light instead. Then he snuck in a bed with you and you felt his cold body against your warm skin.

"Agh you're cold!" You grunted and he chuckled.

"Shut up" He wrapped one of his arms around you while covering you both with a blanket.

Thunder roared outside so you pressed your head into his big chest.

"Scared?"

"A bit yea"

He positioned himself to the side and hugged you with his other hand, gently brushing your hair with his palm.

"You are a scared little baby." He teased purposely.

"No im not!" You pulled your head away from his chest faking anger.

"Yes you are."

You rolled your eyes jokingly. "Well, I got scared once as a kid, its cut into my brain to fear it."

"Fite me thunder, I'll kick your ass!" He spoke in a funny voice which made you laugh.

"Yea yea, thank god you're here, my brave soldier whos afraid of a grasshopper." You teased him back, unable to hold your laugh at the last part.

"Hey! That was one time only. It literally jumped into my eye and I did not expect it."

"Pffft, yea it could've bit off your head right?" You glanced up at him and he stared down at you seriously for a few seconds blinking. Then you both started laughing because his face looked funny from that angle in the dark.

"How about you stop poking me and go to sleep instead huh?" He rested the side of his head on his hand while looking at you.

"Well now I'm not sleepy." You crossed your arms playfully.

"Sleep." He stared into your soul.

"Okay" Your head fell down and you pretended to sleep and snore.

He chuckled. "Amazing" Then you stopped pretending and softly slapped him on his big head and his ears went back instinctively.

"You're a genius Lyle."

"I know" He shoved his other hand under the blanket to pinch your sides which made you tickle. You started laughing manically as you were extremely ticklish, kicking your legs and shoving his big hand away.

"Holy-! You're going to kill me!" He exclaimed laughing, resting his hand on your side.

"Don't. you. dare. Because maybe I will." You pointed a finger towards him as a warning sign.

"You? With your baby teeth? And baby hands?" He teased sliding his hand gently up your ribcage. You grunted pretending to be annoyed. "You'd be surprised."

It was quiet for a few minutes and you watched the drops of rain slide down the window next to you.

"Do you ever miss being a human?" You asked turning your head back to him.

He took a second to think about what to say.

"Well, I'm not sure. I'm taller, stronger, faster in this body. I can hear better, smell better. My sense of orientation has definitely changed too. From what I remember as being a human, I lived in some kind of fog everyday. I'm not sure how to explain it. Must be from that same old routine that we are all accostumed to live in, that... you forget you're alive. It's like, I got a second chance. A reset. I do miss my human body a bit. Partially because it was the start of my existence, it was the one who brought me here so I definitely have some sort of attachment to it."

He spoke in a low tone, looking up in the ceiling and remembering memories from the past life. You could see in his eye movements that he's remembering his human self. You saw pity in his eyes, like he's feeling sorry for that person, almost angry with it too. Then he snapped out of it and turned his head to look at you and smiled.

You didn't know what to say except smile back and place your hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. Lyle was changing and you were so happy for him. He purred and his pupils dilated, absorbed in your love.

"I'm so glad I have met you, Lyle." You whispered and he placed his hand over yours that was resting on his cheek.

"I love you." He whispered back to you and went in to give you a kiss goodnight.

"Now sleep, because not even Eywa herself will be able to wake you up tomorrow." You chuckled and pressed yourself closer to him, snuggling and closing your eyes.

"I love you too Lyle."

[culturalsillystine]

old fic

An unstable life

 Y/N's  P.O.V

I watched my mom stumble through the house. I was used to seeing her like this, drunken and angry "Y/NNNNNN" She slurred out. I walked to the sound. "You." I felt a familiar pain on my head and began picking up the pieces of broken wine bottle. I did nothing to deserve this.

       (Flashback)

I was skipping through my house, happy after a good day at school. My dad was falling through the house. I hid from him as he approached me. "Stop hiding. I know you're there." I came out from under the bed. He asked me calmly "want to come play a game?"

       (end of flashback)

I was abused by my mom now. I was raped by my dad and my mom accused me of "stealing him away" as they are now divorced. I was used to it. I knew every crevice of this house and all the places to hide. I knew all exits. Before the woman I am forced to call my mother comes home everyday, I would sneak out into the woods, to a little hideout where I could listen to music and think. I was heading to the hideout, all geared up with my headphones and my phone. I put on "You're gonna go far kid" by Offspring

Show me how to lie You're getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that's hard to teach Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you get back into line A mob jumps to their feet Now dance, fucker, dance Man, he never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you And now you steal away Take him out today Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Slowly out of line And drifting closer in your sights So play it out I'm wide awake It's a scene about me There's something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want Well it's all because of meNow dance, fucker, dance Man, I never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you And now you'll lead the way Show the light of day Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid, trust, deceived!With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Now dance, fucker, dance He never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you So dance, fucker, dance I never had a chance It was really only you With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Clever alibis, Lord of the flies Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

I danced through the forest and heard a noise behind me. I quickly pulled out a pocket knife and (even though I was freaking out on the inside) calmly explained into the forest "I know you're here. If you wish to start a fight, politely fuck off."

??? P.O.V

I couldn't believe what I heard. This was the first time a victim told me to 'fuck off'. I decided to head back and report to the boss. 

Y/N P.O.V 

I sat there for about 5 minutes after the noise. I checked my watch and ran home to face the whore that birthed me. She wasn't home when I got home. 'That means she is going to come home with a "friend"' I scowled and made myself some ramen. (ramen is amazing fite me).  As expected, my mom came home and told me to stay in my room. It got late and I decided to get on Wattpad. I was scrolling through my meme books and X readers when I stopped on a "how to summon creepypastas" book. I was into testing these things. I jumped out my window with expertise and walked into the woods to summon the famous Slenderman. I drew the proxy sign and waited. I got bored and walked to my little spot. It was now around 11 PM, and I had to get home, I had school tomorrow.                                                                                                                                       

                                (Time skip to tomorrow brought to you by Slendad)

I woke up and saw my mom left for work. I covered up the bruises I had and put on my uniform.

(Your outfit)

I hurried off to school and saw the group of girls that everyone avoids. They called to me "Heyyyy bitch." I walked away from them. The leader, Karen was visibly getting annoyed. "I SAID HI BITCH" I replied with a simple " I know". Look, I'm a nice person, but I will not hesitate to tell you to shut up. I practically ran to my friend group, that consists of social outcasts like me. Here they are as well as the reason they are outcasts. 

Avery:

Reason for being in the friend group: She's a lesbian, and gets called crazy for how much she knows about people (I call her info chan and she calls me Ayano)

Emma:

Reason for being in the friend group: She's a Bi,(Like me)smart, anti-social bean.

Julia:

Reason for being in the friend group: Her naturally red hair, being pan.

Oliver:

Reason for being in the friend group: Not as athletic as the other boys, Karen's ex. 

Kyle:

Reason for being in the friend group: His mismatched eyes and the fact he's gay.

Carter (or melissa):

Reason for being in the friend group: He gets teased for being a trap. Kyle's boyfriend.

We started talking about cute anime boys and girls, and I dramatically exclaim "How could you steal my waifu Emma?!" Emma giggled, "Because you already have like 56!" "THERE IS NO LIMIT TO HOW MANY WAIFUS  U CAN HAVE!" While we talked, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched........ "HEY! EARTH TO Y/N!" Avery yells. I snap out of thought and reply "What!?" "It's time for ELA" "I- Oh"  "We on for that sleepover Y/N?" Julia asks "Yep. My mom will do anything to get me out of her hair for a night." "IT'S GONNA BE SO FUN!" "Yeah, and I'm gonna bring my phone so we can read fanfic all night." I giggled. Kyle spoke up "Are you sure that your mom won't mind having us all over?" "Of course!" We all headed to ELA.

        (Time skip to after school brought to you by Laughing Jackass)

I quickly packed up my stuff, change of clothes, Phone, speakers, headphones, and my sketchbook. I rode my bike to Emma's house, where she was waiting in the driveway with the others. It was currently      9 PM, so we had to settle in. Me and the boys didn't bother to change into pajamas, we were fine going to sleep in our day clothes. 

Avery's clothes:

Emma's clothes:

Julia's clothes:

I decided to get out my phone so we can vibe to some music, instead they had a better idea. "We should summon Slenderman in the woods behind my house" mused Emma. I agreed, despite knowing they will be disappointed. 'what am I going to do with these people?'

A/N First (very long) chapter. I know we have barely met the creepypastas, but the first chapters are about Y/N.  See U next time my little Waffles!!!

A strange sleepover

Still Y/N's P.O.V

I got out everything we needed. Slenderman wasn't going to come, I knew it. I had already tried, But I wanted to have fun with my friends. They got sad when he didn't come. I tried to act sad, and it was working. I suggested we go home to vibe to some music. I pulled out my phone and put on Rich Kids by New Medicine (Great song, I recommend it) and started singing.

Y/N:

La la la (rich kids) La la la Yo, turn that shit up

Avery:  

I coulda went to college like rich kids do Buying weed with the money that your mom sent you But I don't give a damn about no higher degree Cause you know in rock and roll, I got a PhD, bitch We got all that we need, packed it up in the van Put the pedal to the floor, gave the finger to the man

All: 

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey

Y/N:

(La la la la la)

(Yeah, that's right, I'm always sunny honey Here we go, second verse)

Oliver:

I'm broke as a junky but I have a good time All the ladies think I'm cute cause they like the way I rhyme And the high school kids steal my mp3s Ain't no other mother (fucker) rock this mic like me, yeah

All:

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want

Y/N: 

Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey ( I got nothing man, got zero, zilch, nothing)

Emma:

We got all that we need We got all that we need We got all that we need, packed it up in the van Put the pedal to the floor, gave the finger to the man

All:

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want

Kyle:

Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey

Carter:

(I'm always sunny honey

Ha ha ha (Rich kids)

I'm always sunny honey (rich kids)

(the bold print was being weird so I had to hand type it all, sorry if there are any lyric mistakes)

We heard something outside and I went to go check the window. I saw a faceless figure, Slenderman himself. "Ummmm....AVERY! EMMA! EVERYONE!" By the time they got to the window, he was gone. "There's nothing out there, you just need some sleep." I hesitantly settled into my sleeping bag. 'I know I saw something....'  I couldn't sleep that night, so I waited until 1 AM and carefully slipped into my change of clothes and my hoodie/crop top 

(If you want you can pretend there are short shorts under the skirt)

I walked outside with a flashlight and plunged deep into the woods. I felt followed. I "accidently" dropped my flashlight and bent down to pick it up. Just for a second I caught a glimpse of two masked men, while only a glimpse, it was all I needed for a sign to run. I heard them tearing after me, but all those years running from my mom and dad weren't for nothing.  After finding myself at Emma's house again, I ran inside and locked the door.

??? P.O.V

"So that's the one BEN was talking about? She seems more like a scared type." "Still, Slender said to grab her." Brian was trying to find weak points in her guard while I was contemplating what would happen if we went back empty-handed. We planned to steal her after luring her out, but she's proved harder to catch. " Don't you wonder why Slender wanted us to kidnap her?" "I believe he said something about 'potential' and such."  We had to come home with the girl. 

Y/N's P.O.V 

'Holy shit, that was close' I realized I would be biking home alone, as my mom doesn't care enough to get me a car. 'This will be.....difficult' 

(Second chap and an AMAZING user that has been giving me sooo much support @person who no longer exists

back to the hell hole we go!

(A/N I decided to stop posting side chapters and get back into the story)

I dismissed the men in the woods as lack of sleep, though I did so mostly to help calm my anxiety on the way home. I rode home and began vibing to my music. I put on the song Deepest Cut by Get Scared.

Music always calms me, but since I was on edge about last night, I turned the volume to one of the lowest settings. I kept hearing strange little ticks and rode faster. I soon found myself at my house, and prepared to face my bitchy mom. "Y/N. Here. Now." The hag growled out. I obediently walked toward the sound. I turned the corner of the hall and felt a great pain on my head. I took a deep breath and dug my nails into my skin. My eyes began to water. My mother clicked her tongue "Tch, pathetic. Clean up the house, its filthy." She kicked me in the stomach and walked off. I finished cleaning and walked off into the woods. I spotted my hideout and headed toward it. The woods didn't feel right any more. I continued to hear tics and I decided I had enough. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" I yelled to no one in particular. The tics paused for a moment, they were soon replaced with static. I knew who this was. I waited for Slenderman, and right on cue, there he was. I confidently gripped my pocket knife, ready to fight back. A tendril was headed right for me, I dodged and used the time I had to run into the foliage and attack from behind, I guess he sensed me. Slenderman sent another tendril at me, I stepped to the side and grabbed hold of the tendril, which propelled me over him and allowed me to cut his cheek. For a second he stood there, stunned. That stillness was short-lived as he ripped after me. I ran inside my home to see it trashed, and a very angry mother. "I. Said. SPOTLESS!" She said, venom lacing her words. "I-I-It was spotless when I left it!" I knew trying to defend myself would bring nothing, but I had to try. "I don't care if it looked like a temple when you left. I expect it to be clean whenI get home." She spoke with the self-righteousness she always said I lacked."No wonder your dad used you. You aren't good for anything else." That made my blood run cold. No one should mention him. He was a horrible man that used my foolishness as a child to his filthy needs. I giggled "What the hell was that?" My laugh got heavier. "S-Stop it! Your mother demands it!" "You sure demand a lot, don't you?" I walked toward her. "S-Stay back!" "No. How about you listen to ME for once? I have put up with your abuse, your slutty ways, (This is for emphasis on the story, I don't slut shame UwU) your drinking habit, the YEARS of blame for something I didn't want, but this? Mentioning the one person I truly hate? I will not take."I grabbed my pocket knife, I wanted to make her suffer. I cut her cheek, then grabbed her wine bottle and slammed on her head. She was tearing up. I mocked her from earlier, "Tch, pathetic." I used a sharp shard to cut her arm, and kicked her in the stomach, I then pulled out my knife and thought about it. 'If I kill her, there's no turning back. But she caused me so much pain!' I had made my decision. I slit her throat. After making sure she was dead, I packed up everything, clothes, phone, headphones, $50,000 cash. I called Avery "wassup?" "look, I will be going away for a while. Tell the others and NO ONE else. If the police come for me, tell them you know nothing. I can assure you one thing, I will be fine. Repeat these details to the group. You have my number if you need to talk. Goodbye." "WAIT! Y/N-" I hung up. I had to go into the forest.

INTO THE FOREST WE GO!

I entered the forest, the only sound being the leaves rustling as I try to calm my anxiety attack. I was walking for about 30 minutes when I hear a rustling behind me, I pull out my knife 'Dammit, I never had the time to clean that knife!' I saw the gleam of some unknown weapon, and took off like a shot. I ran out of the forest and kept on the street. I saw a coffee shop and headed inside. A man came in after me, I was a LITTLE nosy and eavesdropped. "(beverage), please." "Is that all?" "Yes." I walked up to the counter to pay, and was getting out my money as the man offered to pay for my coffee. I thanked him and walked to a table, he sat down next to me. "Why are you sitting here?" "Well, I did buy that for you." "Whatever, I'm too tired for this." I say taking a sip off my drink. "Say, what is a girl doing out here alone? Can you find home?" "Don't have a home." "Strange answer, but okay." Me and the man (Who I came to learn is named Tim) talked for a while. It was soon sunrise and I exited the shop and exchanged numbers with Tim. It was already daytime, there was no use in getting a room somewhere.  I was bored and put on Little Game by benny. (I'm sorry I couldn't find a video I will link my soundcloud at the end of the chapter!) 

I finished the song and walked to a nearby park. I took out my phone and started recording the park. I heard a voice "What are you doing why? Why is your camera out?" I turned around and saw a man in a yellow hoodie(Yall' know what I'm doing) I answered as bluntly as I can "I make documentaries about benches." "Weird." "Well, let me see what you do for a living!" he looked taken aback. "I'd rather not." "That's what I thought" I started to look through my phone and knew he was watching me. "What the hell do you want?" "To get to know you better." "Fine." We started hanging out, and by "hanging out" I mean I scrolled through my wattpad while he watched over my shoulder and I didn't kill him for looking at my phone. I came across a "Summoning Creepypastas" book I was reading earlier. "What's a creepypasta?" "Y'know? Crazy urban legends like Jeff the killer, Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, BEN drowned, Masky, Ticci Toby, Hoodie. Ring a bell?" I swear I saw him tense up when I mentioned Hoodie..... "Can I see a picture of them?" "ummm sure I'll show you them all, except for smile.dog, Jeff the killer, or Momo, they all scare me." (In this fanfic, SOME creepypastas have to scare you. Momo will be included in this line up as a creepypasta, but there will be no ending for her as she caused a lot of suicides, but I don't see her in fanfics and I wanna see how she fares.) He gave me the strangest look. I gave him my number and left, I was getting uncomfortable. I walked back into the woods, I didn't care if I was being followed. I saw my little spot, and sprinted toward it. I grabbed my journal and made another entry. 'I am afraid I have finally snapped, as my mother is dead by my own hands. I will leave this book in the woods, I plan to be dead or far away by the time this journal is found. I am going to my home to burn the evidence. For the last time, ~Y/N'

As I walked through the familiar woods, I heard the ticking again, I simply walked faster. I grabbed lighter fluid from the garage  and a box of matches from my room. I trailed the lighter fluid outside and threw in a match. I was leaving this awful place.

FINALLY MEETING THEM

Y/N's P.O.V

It was time for me to leave the house, it was getting dark and the blaze would be more noticable. I grabbed all things of value and ran into the forest. I put the hood of my jacket on as I was walking to my little spot. 'If Slenderman is real......are the other creepypastas real as well? I thought "Tim" and "Brian" were coincidental names, what if they were Hoodie and Masky? Its weird, knowing the ones that are so popular on the internet in fact exist......' I trekked through the forest hearing the ticks, well knowing who it was. "Yes?" No reply. "Look, I know you're there, just come out and tell me what you want." I had to play along, pretend I knew nothing.

Toby's P.O.V

The (skin color) girl was calmly explaining for me to come out, I couldn't. Boss told me not to. I calmly snuck up behind her and was ready to strike.

Y/N's P.O.V

I knew he would try to get me from behind, I grabbed his arm and flung onto his back. I heard him mutter something and I just walked off. A couple minutes later, I passed out. When I woke up I saw an assortment of internet characters. 

A/N YOOOOOOOO!!!!! I finally let u meet the love interests! I will now be doing a meme at the end of each chapter

???: Hey Y/N, what does this cloth smell like?

Y/N: chloro- 

Y/N: *heavy snoring*

Slender Mansion

Key: 

(S/C )= skin color         (F/C) = fav color       (Y/N) = Your name   (L/N) = last name      (Y/W/A) = your Wattpad account      (N/O/F) = number of followers

(Guys Momo freaks me out and to get memes for this book I had to see her like 50 times, I hope you love these memes to hell, and give me an F in the comments for Author~chan P.S the time skip has something to do with this fact) (In this chap we are just with the boys)

Y/N's P.O.V

I woke up to a room filled with the online sensations that are the Creepypastas. " WHAT THE FUCK?!" I heard a loud voice I could place as Slender's. 'There is no need to afraid child. I assure you, they will not harm you.' After those words, I calmed down A LOT.  I slowly stood up and took a deep breath. "Soooooooo......Why am I here again?" 'I sense potential in you, this was further proved when you managed to strike me in the woods.'  "Ok then. I basically have a background like a Wattpad story for Creepypasta, so why not?" (OH NOES THE FOURTH WALL  P.S tag a fourth wall user here UwU) 

Third person P.O.V

The (S/C) girl stood up and skeptically poked Hoodie's cheek. "OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ARE ALL REAL! or at least Hoodie is..."  *Sigh* 'Yes child, we are very real.' The female walked over to each creepypasta and poked them, except for Jeff who she opted to be with slender when he came near her. 'I legit don't get why this dipshit has so many fangirls and fanboys on the internet, I personally think Toby is the superior boi.' (I love toby fite me)  

Y/N's P.O.V

I hissed at Jeff, to assert dominance. I basically said "fuck it" and scrolled through creepypasta memes. Slowly they began to come over and look at my screen. (wow nosey AF, give the reader some space) Soon Jeffery broke the silence "What the hell is a 'fangirl'?!" "If only you knew. If. Only. You. Knew. Just advice, don't look up your names on Wattpad." I walked over to Slender. "Where's sally?" 'Sally will be down shortly for introductions, I believe you should take your belongings to your new room.'"Slender? I already know all of you, I don't see the purpose in  introductions." 'Yes, you know us, but we don't know you.' I nervously walked up to my room. 'God, I must seem so bipolar.' I walked into my (F/C) room and sat down on the bed. 

(Le time skip brought to you by my pain) 

I walked downstairs to find everyone at the dining room table, waiting for me. 'Okay then....' I sat down awkwardly next to Toby. "Welp, hiya. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), but you can call me (Y/N) or just "queen" I said smugly. "My Wattpad is (Y/W/A) and I have (N/O/F) followers. Oh! I also do bench documentaries." I laughed at my little inside joke.  

Hoodies P.O.V

I saw her silently giggle at the joke she made, I had to keep a straight face, if I didn't she would know who I am.

Third person P.O.V 

The (H/C) haired girl asked out of the blue "Wanna play a game? If I can name all of you, I win." Jeff and BEN smiled "Game on." (Y/N) began to prattle out names 

"Ok, There's Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby, Jeff the killer, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, BEN Drowned, Jason the toymaker, The Puppeteer, Trenderman, Splendorman, Offenderman, Jane the killer, Nina the killer, Clockwork, Sally, Lazari, Lulu, Liu, Candy pop, Nurse ann, Judge Angel, Smile.dog, Smile.Jeff, Laughing Jill, Zero, The Scarecrow girl, and Momo, But those are just the REALLY popular creepypastas." The boys surrounding her were speechless. "How do you know all that?" 

What should (Y/N) answer? the options are.....

A: I'm just smart.

B: The internet.

C: I am not real! This is all a dream! 

D: I would tell you, but I think I already did my fourth wall break for this chapter, right Author~chan? 

Comment what (Y/N) should say!

A main character on crack

(Lovely shirt today, I might buy one)

Key: (E/C) = eye color      (H/C)= hair color

Third person P.O.V 

The boys around the (E/C) eyed female just gawked. "Simple, I knew because I know all." The boys just sorta sat there like 😐 Y/N was acting like a queen should. She had a look on her face like  ('・ω・'). "OOOOOKAY then.... BYE BITCHES!" The (H/C) then yeeted to her room. "NYOOOM!"  "I-Is she high or something?" "YES!" "HOW THE HELL DID YOU HEAR US FROM UPSTAIRS?" "I TOLD YOU! I KNOW ALL!"  

(This a filler chapter, I have writer's block..... HAVE A GREAT WINTER BREAK! BYEEEEEEE!)

IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING

[trashedump]

keep fighting blooper reel

so for context, while i was working on my fic keep fighting, i had a separate document where i would write things as shittily as possible whenever i got stuck. so some of these quotes are from that document, others are things i wrote in the actual fic document whenever i got bored.

enjoy this series of outtakes, ordered by the chapter they occurred in! also warning for spoilers for my fic in case you care about that

chapter 1:

“i got dis” he [sylvain] sed. dis waz his fite 2 mak up 4 being dum

“r u stupd????” fliz yielded. “i wana fite 2 :((((”

“get every1 ot od her” slyman sed. “itz only 2 il be fin”

“k” flix sed al sad n wroeid nd shit. “u betr nut do sumthin stupd”

SYLVer the hedgehogAIN kisd him on da hed. “i wont. now g0”

chapter 2:

dmiarko waz taking 2 ingird

“r u alrite ignatz:

“she mey b sumwher in abys” billie eyleth [misspelling of byleth] sed.

chapter 4:

flix knu he had 2 finf a way 2 nut fitr 2 (DUNBAAAAAAN (HA HA HA HA HA NUMBERS)) gise @ once so he retreted but nut bcoz he had ben defeted. he snt 3 da ofer sid of da rum nd glen cam @ him bcoz rodric waz stil realing. felix navidaf blikd hiz sord agen nd kickd hkn in da bals lol. den he wnt 2 rodrig

fergalicious definition [abhorrent misspelling of felix] mad him go loco den bc he did rath strik ns da crest fargmnt aktivated.

he [felix] slamd da puml of da sord in glands [glenn's] fac nd glue gun [glenn] fel so den he stabf thru rodricks [rodrigue's] chest. dorime [rodrigue???] fel nd puld da sowrd ot of felony [felix] wich hurt a lot agen but he stortd 2 die on da grond.

"Sasuke— I mean Felix—"

"What the fuck did you just call me"

"Uhhhh nothing lol what are you talking about—"

"shurt the hell up I'm leaving you"

the bad ending

chapter 5:

“its alrite” dimi laffd  in a gofik way. dedu aslo noded behing him. “jst cum bak wen ur rechardgd. da rest of us wil kep tings runing wil ur away (hehe im forshadowing da mening of kep fiting her im so smrt im so intelelgint)”

haoi (THE LONG AWAITED SEQUEL TO YAOI WTF WTFFFFF)

insted of relying on demselvs evry2 had each oders bak. so dat wen dey had a momt of wekness dey cud stil surviv (an im so smart im so smart heheehehehheeheh).

“i hav a hrd tim beliving dats da cas” he refusd 2 bak don. “i cant help but fel im at falt, bcos i sed id talk 3 u mor aftr da war but den left u in da dust evry single day (the DUST? the DUST)”

"Wait, Didi."

"Yes?" He turned around. "What is it?"

"I should tell you...part of what I've been researching all this time." She started to hesitate, fidgeting with a string tied around her wrist. "It could be important, or...something."

Dimitri was listening intently. Hapi realized she actually wasn't sure why she thought this was important. It was almost as if the author was trying to foreshadow a future plot point.

"What was that?" the warlock called out. His voice was growing louder as he approached Felix's hiding place. "Is...is someone there? .....Must've been the wind."

"we're underground you dumb fuck"

"oh fuck you're right wait how do you know that"

"uhhhhhh shit"

*world explodes from fourth wall break*

i hate describing doors theres so many doors why are there so many doors why did i DO THIS

Felix looked. On the ceiling was a metal grate, most likely an air vent.

"Just like in among us"

flix nd sylvSONIC The Hedgehogain wr switchng it up a bit

chapter 6:

so day had escapd da untetical sience lab yey!!! but dey rwr in a cav. :(

fuor dase had pasd. dey wr stil stuk in da fuking cav.

On the fifth day, things changed. Shit hit fthe fuckign fan oh gsod

IT'S TIME FOR THE FUCKIN SCEEEEEEENE

"There is," he [Felix] said.

The revelation hit Sylvain like a medieval truck.

"I was gonna propose to you," he [Sylvain] said.

The words hit Felix like a medieval train.

chapter 7:

“abt da searc?” dey [byleth] sed nd dimi noded. dey cod always tel watz on his mind or maby dey j chos da rite dialog opton

“but aslo speking as a mrecenari” buyleth sed “i kno how tings can torn arond in an instnat. batls u tink r a lost cas switch in ur favor in da blink-182 of an eye. ppl uve logn snic had 2 left 4 ded hold on despit it al. so itx nut ovr until we kno it si. wer so fuking back”

“rite” dimi sed whil sheding a singl ter “wer so fuking bak”

“oh shti dat is prmosing” dimi sed “any sine of da duck nd marmalade” [duke and margrave]

dimiarko [dimitri] torned 2 bananapeel [byleth]

They were almost out of food. Every so often, that realization hit Felix like a medieval airplane.

"Okay," Sylvain conceded damn we out here conceding in this bitch

Felix hadn't said anything in a while—and, to be fair, neither had Sylvain, but it was his distant expression that worried Sylvain. He looked lost in thoughts all alone yoooooou are the oooooceans gray waaaaves destined to seek life beyond the shoooore just out of reeaaach yeeeet the watereeeerrs ever chaaaange flowing like time the path is yours to cliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimb

"Clearly," Lysithea grumbled. "I didn't expect the same for you."

"Yes, well, I couldn't rest now," Linhardt said. "There are monsters nearby."

chapter 8:

ok so dery etin gdiner nd itz rtlly harty bef stew lik harty stew in botw i tink dats a recispe in dat gaem

syl stripd don 2 naked nd tok of AL his cloths nd he had a rely long no we’re not going there. he tornd on da watr nd thot abt fliz but nut lik dat u prev. he had a flashbak 2 post rodrick [rodrigue] deth but forst he dint tink abt it yet he gut da sop nd began 2 wash al his skin

But maybe he’ll never be ready, a thought tugged at the back of his mind. Maybe he wants nothing to do with me. After all…I’m the one who did this to him.

The memories hit Sylvain like a medieval blimp.

chapter 9:

dimi codnt hodl bak as he stepd in2 da dorfram nd hugd him as tight as he cud. and den da crest of blaiddyd aktivatd nd he snapd sylvens fuking spine in half. just kiding dat dint hapen lol can u imagin

chapter 10:

“But I promise—for the rest of our days, I’ll do everything in my power to be the man you see in me. To fight by your side, no matter what.”

"Wow that was sappy as fuck lmao"

[ashingtonkisihita]

Welcome welcome!

My name is ashington! welcome to my cat cafe!!

I am an un-debuted Vtuber! With an obsession with pink and strawberries! and a slight hyperfixation on the fucking sky,,, currently working on that debut,,, But hello! this is probably your first time here, and this is my first time actually introducing myself!

M name is ashington, but you can call me ash! My pronouns are entirely up for debate i have no fucking clue oh jesus im not having that crisis right now- Though i do like to be referred to in feminine and masculine ways, Such as sir, miss, lady,,, uh, motherfucker?? does that count? idk pfft

Some of my interests are: Art (hehe) Baking, Sewing, Fuckin FITING i will FITE U- Being dumb, And gaming!! Some games i love are: STARDEW VALLLEYYYY Minecraft, Slime rancher Omori, And a few more!! My fave fruit is strawberries My fave colour is pink/red! My fave food is probably sushi, My fave drink is strawberry soda! I dont know what else to add so this is it for my intro!! have a nice day!!!

Toodles dorks!!!

[indepth-mbti]

hi, i want to know what type you think i am, and if i am e7 or e9. thank you!

previously, i have thought of myself as isfp (e7) but i realised that i lacked a set of principles/ morals which is wat Fi is about. after reading more about the functions, i see a lot of Se and Ne in me, in that Se: i observe my surroumdings a lot, surroundings matter to me, i get distracted by them even when someone is talking to me. things like people dropping their phone, kids crying, what show the person in front is watching etc., Ne: i like to keep my options open, i like imagining myself doing things more than actly doing them. i work in spontaneous bursts of energy. i also need freedom of choice. i dislike people telling me wat to do and restricting me. making a routine/ timetable doesnt end well usually.

honestly, i cant fathom why i am so preoccupied with finding my "type" cos a big part of me just doesnt see the point, like i change a lot, i am inconsistent. i also mirror people easily like their accent/ way of talking, if they are more focused on logic or emotion. hanging out with more than 1 person is a bit weird, because it's hard to adjust myself accordingly so i tend to become a 3rd wheel.

ive seen many mbti posts but i only relate in bits and pieces across diff types. but a friend whose opinion i value a lot thinks i am an isfp which is probably why i am hung up on it.

however, she recognises that i can be v flighty, partly due to childhood trauma and partly because i feel too much and i want to detach myself physically and emotionally. that being said, when it's safe to express my emotions, i cry easily and a lot, like during movies. sometimes i even get headaches, fevers and nausea from very angsty stuff. (i dont understand people who dont cry during demon slayer, in fact, im scared of them.)

when making decisions i choose the path of least resistance. but theres one thing though: i felt that my previous job was treating me unfairly (logically speaking, it was very bad luck and carelessness but i felt cheated of my effort as a whole that i put in) so before quitting, i wanted to get even. i didnt plan or think in depth, i just did what i thought was fair to me. at first it was totally impulsive but later i did put some thought into reaching my end goal more smoothly.

when i first play an open world game (genshin) i spend 3+h exploring and having fun, not knowing abt the objectives. then i get lost and cant complete the objectives at all which makes me quit. heh.

I don't see enough proof to tell if you're Se or Ne dom, I won't rule out Fi dom tbh. You're for sure a high FiTe user.

"i also mirror people easily like their accent/ way of talking, if they are more focused on logic or emotion. hanging out with more than 1 person is a bit weird, because it's hard to adjust myself accordingly so i tend to become a 3rd wheel." "when making decisions i choose the path of least resistance."

This sounds a lot like E9, specially sx9. I don't see the narcissism and fraudulence of the E7 in you, if you're a head type I'll say that you're E6 - I think that you're E9, but there's an orientation towards justice and fairness that sounds super E6 in you, but it may also be FiTe.

I'd go for ESFP sx9 tbh. Specially for the "what's the point of finding your type?" part, Se users value practicity. But I recommend you to keep analysing yourself, specially regarding perception and what kind of information do you prefer - do you feel more comfortable with tangible facts? or do you feel more comfortable with big and abstract ideas? Don't answer this questions right know, your own psyche can be quite manipulative. Observe yourself, be patient.

[tinytinybumblebee]

I’m so so sorry you’ve gotten such mean messages lately!! You’re only small :( Please know that your posts brighten up my dash, and that liking certain characters absolutely doesn’t make you a bad person! I’m sending you a big internet hug.

Aaaa you're too find ;o; I think it's a mass anon hate thing going around, like anons going to every blog that write anything about Izzy Hands and saying rude things (because three other folks have told me they got similar messages- which, isn't nice at all!! We're just, doin our silly fictional pirate show stuff!) but im small and mighty and will fite those anons, with kindness!

sending you a biiiig internet hug right back to you!!!

[thatchaotictiefling]

Since I'm at a shabbat dinner rn and this came up:

If you slice your challah we can't be friends

(Image description: A deep fried meme of a hand tearing off a piece of challah bread. Text in a white box reads "this post was made by the tearing challah gang" end I.D.)

[lix-ables]

concept : car sex with hyunjin, it's drizzling outside, only for it to start pouring a little later, but you don't care. just a while back you were freezing, asking your boyfriend to turn on the car heat, only for him to have other plans. "why do you need that when im right here baby? am i not hot enough for you?" hyunjin smirks, his fingers tracing patterns to your bare arm, and before you know it, you're being pulled closer to his body, his hands finding your waist as he helps you straddle his lap. his hands grab your body, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt, exposing the skin just a little bit — you can count on hyunjin for always teasing you.

it's when you grind down on him, when he lets go of you, his hands to his side, more like gripping the car seat, eyes watching your eye move, curious as to what you're going to do next. a smile forms on your face when you see him let out a groan, just as you press down on his crotch — the very obvious and prominent boner that he now sports. "i didn't even do anything," you mumble, whining when his fingers rest back on you — more like the small of your back, as he helps you grind on him, his hips meeting yours occasionally. "you don't have to do anything, and i'd still be hard for you, babe," hyunjin whispers, his voice breathy, short almost, like you'd taken away all the oxygen in the car.

"wanna be inside you now," he continues, his fingers working nimbly on your jean button, trying to unsnap it, "but, i'm sure we're going to get caught." a small laugh leaves your parted lips, and you lean forward to kiss the boy under you, your fingers resting on his shoulder blades, your nails digging into the shirt material — oh, how badly you wanted to wear it when he was inside you, how badly you wanted to watch him have his eyes closed as he breathed you in, all of you.

"i don't think there's anyone around though, baby," you whine, getting needier by the minute, your hips obviously trying to show him just how needy you were by the situation. "plus, it's raining hyun. do you think anyone can see in? they're more interested in being at home."

"wanna take my time with you though," hyunjin mumbles against your lips, his fingers moving to slip under your shirt, his palms rubbing your skin, sending shivers all the way down to your core. "lets get home quick then," you kiss him once, twice, before moving back to your seat, your fingers still resting on hyunjin's. your cheeks pressed against the car seat, as you watch him curls his fingers on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. "say, you can do one thing," hyunjin whispers, turning his face to look at you, his eyes sparkling.

"come for me, make a mess on your pretty fingers hm? and i'll let you make a mess on mine later when we get home. what do you say, darling?"

×××

note. bro the way i manifested the rain rn, and it's pouring i will cry,, also this concept was MADE for this boi, fite me fr. we also love listening to dominic fike while writing this eep. @hwajin , you're welcome to suffer with me, yes?

[dirtychocolatechai]

run from me darlin’ | a.r

🩸pairing | arvin russell x f!reader

🔪wc | 1.6k

🩸warning(s) | 18+, smut; dub con, teasing, possessive arvin, cornered against the wall, infidelity, cuckoldry, age gap, reader is a milf (arvin has mommy issues fite me), exhibitionism, dirty talk, dry humping, soft dark arvin, minor lactation kink (ig??), manipulation, praise

🔪summary | a thot sparked by this ask, aka the fic where arvin has mommy issues and has a massive crush on his boss’ wife. 

🩸notes | @darksideofthecocoamoon your fault your fault your fault 💀 do not ask me how i got here do not look at me idk man also don’t @ me i lived in bowling green for a few years and it was my worst nightmare

🔪requests: open | tag lists: open | masterlist

On the run after shooting Bodecker and fleeing Knockemstiff, Arvin finds himself in Bowling Green, Ohio. It’s nothing but flat fields and corn as far as the eye can see.

The town’s small but not too small, with the added bonus of the local university being a great cover story. All he has to say is he’s a student, and any probing questions resolve themselves.

Before long he sets himself up as a part-time laborer on a dairy farm while working towards his ‘degree.’ The thing is… the farmer has the prettiest little wife he’s ever seen. Always greets him with soft hands, tender eyes and a honey-sweet smile. How could he not want you all to himself?

It’s also clear there’s no love lost between your husband and you, the air always rippling with tension. A marriage that’s over before either party’s realized it.

Maybe it’s the baby, maybe it’s the farm, maybe it’s just two people who were never right for each other in the first place. Regardless of the reason, Arvin knows you’re not being treated the way you deserve. 

But it’s gonna be alright because he’s here. You won’t have to cry yourself to sleep anymore. He’s more than willing to give you everything a woman wants - ready to cherish every inch of you he can.

And once the both of you are ready to move on, he’ll find a nice place to settle down and start a family of your own.

The only hiccup is that he has to convince you of how good it’ll be first. Change is scary but he’s patient. You’ll see it was all for the best in the end. There’s no need to cling to your old life when he’s offering something so much better.

Which is how you find yourself ambushed in the middle of the night by your deceptively sweet farmhand. He seemed like such a charmer, albeit sullen. Now he’s been here for months and refuses to leave you be. Always chasing after you with boundless passion and heady desire.

You’ve learned that once he gets his hands on you, there’s no getting free until he’s satisfied.

“Mm, yeah, that’s it, darlin’. Been wantin’ to do this all afternoon. Fuck - ya looked so pretty in that sundress.”

Teeth sink into the meat of your thumb, blood bursting iron sharp across your tastebuds. You whimper, muffled and needy as your back arches, your shoulder blades grinding into the oceanic wallpaper your husband helped pick out when you moved into the farmhouse.

Arvin presses you into the wall so hard it’s difficult to catch a breath, his chest a firm line of heat against your front. Weak hands shove at his broad shoulders but he doesn’t even flinch, his frame solid and unyielding.

“Always smell so good for me.” He looms over you, his head tucked into the curve of your throat as his teeth work at the flutter of your pulse. “My pretty, pretty baby.”

“Arvin, I said no marks…” Your hips jerk against his, a flush of shame heating your belly when you feel how wet your pussy is against his thigh. “I’m running out of makeup. Won’t be able to hide them.”

“Good.”

His words are a rumbled growl in your ear, his breath puffing over the sensitive shell. His hands capture the curves of your waist when you try to squirm away, steel bands that shackle you in place.

“Let ‘im see, let ‘im know his pretty little wife’s pussy belongs to me.”

A flare of heat kindles to life low in your belly, liquid desire settling between your thighs. You hate how much his words get to you, how desperate you get for his touch. He never takes no for an answer, just bulldozes right on in as he pleases.

The initiative shouldn’t be as flattering as you find it. But between juggling your baby, your husband, and the farm, your needs have fallen by the wayside. You can’t even remember the last time your husband touched you willingly.

“Arvin, please, I…”

If it’s a plea to stop or a plea to keep pushing you to your limits, you don’t know. This persistent young man has seen fit to invade every aspect of your life in such a short amount of time. You’re not sure you recognize the person you’re becoming under him.

A kneecap grinds into your aching clit.

“Arv-hhn…” you pant, burying your head in his shoulder. The fabric of his t-shirt is soft against your lips. “Can’t - can’t…”

“Shh,” he says, rocking up into the cradle of your thighs, his voice a low croon that hooks behind your navel and tugs. “Ya can, I know ya can, darlin’. Doin’ so good for me.”

The tidal wave of pleasure crashes through you, ebbing flows that tease at your nerve endings until you’re sobbing in his arms. Muffled sounds ring out through the empty hall, shattering the midnight silence. Your legs tremble with the effort of holding your weight, your hips flexing with aborted thrusts.

He plasters your bodies together from hip to sternum, the momentum of his teasing grinds never faltering. So firm and warm and right where you want it…

“Better be quiet if you’re so worried,” Arvin says.“They’ll hear ya and then what’ll ya do? Your precious husband’ll see his slut of a wife hanging off another man’s cock.”

You swallow, the filthy works sparking a shiver of delight. You clench, a rush of slick wetting the seat of your panties. And that’s perhaps the worst thing about all of this - how much your body craves his touch.

Ashamed, your eyes slam closed but not before you catch Arvin’s gaze, his eyes half-lidded and impossibly dark with hunger.

“Oh, is that what you’ve been hidin’ from me, darlin’?”

He breathes, his long fingers reaching up to caress the soft swell of your breast. He drops kisses along the curve of your jaw with a pleased little hum, and circles the peak of your nipple through the thin camisole.

“Ya want ‘im to see, ya want ‘im to know how wet ya get for me - don’t ya?”

Your answer sounds in the form of a moan.

He smirks, a devilish curve to his lips, “Mm, why don’t we show ‘im then?”

Your eyes snap open, immediately desperate for an altogether different reason. Your stomach drops at the look of utter satisfaction on Arvin’s face. Before you can beg and plead, two fingers wrap around your nipple and squeeze hard. Try as you might, you can’t bite back the utterly wrecked noise that claws its way out of your throat, echoing loud.

Wetness trickles from your breast, dribbles down your skin and sticks your sleep shirt to you. The colour of your areola peeks through the milk-soaked fabric. But you don’t have time to worry about leaking through another shirt because there’s no way your husband didn’t hear that. You’re in the hall right outside the master bedroom. 

The bed creaks. “You all right out there?” your husband calls.

“Arvin, get out of here.” He doesn’t budge. You smack his chest with a hollow thump. “Damnit, Arvin, go!”

Another rough tug of his fingers, and you’re weak-kneed. Fuzzy-headed. More milk dribbles from your tender nipple. You hiss at the overstimulation, little sparks of pain in the pleasure.

Devil black, and delicious.

About to cry, you can’t help jerking over his thigh one last time just to feel the drag of your slick folds. And then you’re trying to squirm out of his ironclad hold. You both know it’s in vain - if he doesn’t want you to go anywhere, you won’t - but you put up a fight all the same. 

“Please, go.”

His breath stutters from him, his eyes burning into yours as he sucks off the milk clinging to his fingertips. You always look the prettiest to him when you cry, your eyes glassy and desperate for something only he can give you. He grinds close so he can feel every inch of your softness.

“Just as sweet as always.”

“Arvin,” you say with a shake of your head. “He can’t see you.”

“I will this time,” his eyes are shards of flint when he holds your gaze, his mouth a set line of tension, “But ya can’t run from me. I’m gettin’ real tired of hidin’ an’  of sharin’. You’re mine, he just doesn’t know it yet.” 

Before any more can be said, the pressure of Arvin’s body against yours disappears in a great rush of air. You shiver, reaching up to fix your strap just as the door to the bedroom swings open and your husband pokes his head out. He calls your name, his eyes squinting through the dark. 

“Woman, the hell you doin’ out here?”

“Nothing, just,” you start, off-kilter, “just getting something to drink.”

You’ve never been more thankful you married a man with poor eyesight. If he saw the evidence of your indiscretion… your trembling thighs, the dampened crotch of your shorts, nipples peeking through the ruined tank top… there’d be no saving it. 

“Ya sure? Thought I heard a yelp.”

The words taste like ash when you smile and say, “Mhm… kicked that side table again.”

His chuckle sounds, the shape of his body turning back into the room. “Maybe we should get a damn nightlight for the hall then.” He turns back to look at you. “Ya comin’?”

“Y-Yeah, be there in a minute, sweetie.” You don’t hear his response, too focused on the phantom hands gliding along your thighs, cupping your cunt and playing with your dripping folds. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Smoke and faded cologne tease your senses, moist lips skimming the side of your face as Arvin whispers a promise into your skin, “See ya tomorrow, darlin’.”

[thunderousconman]

bold of you to assume we weren’t all already like that, you janky rock

The most hilarious part of italians’ reaction to coronavirus/covid19 has been them stockpiling EVERY SINGLE type of pasta except the PENNE LISCE

which Italians couldn’t bring themselves to buy or eat even during a mass psychosis

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

Okay! The Samsie headcannon anon is back again and this time I have a Christmas themed headcanon. If I can recall, I think you said that Joey celebrates Christmas because of the toons, right? Well, what if for Christmas, he lets his coworkers and the toons sing Christmas songs? Of he does, I could definitely see Sammy and Susie singing "Baby, It's Cold Outside." (I also feel like Wally or Bendy would try to sing "All I Want For Christmas is You" because that song can be obnoxious and annoying.)

((AAAAAAA YES YES YES nevermind the fact that that song wasn’t written until 1944 they’re married by 1944 they totally sing that together that christmas in the studio and that’s fucking adorable headcanon accepted oh my god))

[stargazer-balladeer]

it’s my birthday soon and i’ve always felt lonely during my birthdays— so if it’s alright, can i request headcanons for scaramouche, xiao, and albedo with an s/o who only locks themselves in their bedroom because they don’t feel special enough to even celebrate their birthday? thank you 🥺

S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Albedo, Scaramouche & Xiao

Notes: 👁👄👁 the title is so long- i don’t know how to shorten it- hshshs. Btw, HAPPY ADVANCE BDAY ANON-!! I KNOW THAT FEELING ANON- SO UR NOT ALONE 🤧🤧 if you want to talk, you can msg me anytime-! You deserve to be showered with love-! Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: none

[aether, childe, diluc, kaeya, venti]

Albedo

As much as Albedo wants to remember your birthday, he just forgets because of many things running through his mind. Especially when it comes to new discovery. He’ll be so sorry when he remembered that your birthday was today-

At first, Albedo had a hard time looking for you. He asked everyone- yes even Diluc, Kaeya, Jean, Klee, everyone- but no one has seen you. Which made him worried since no one has seen you the entire day—

He would literally tear down Mondstadt trying to find you until he remembered that he hasn’t check your house yet. When he finds that you’ve been locked up in your room the entire day, it literally broke his heart- ;w;

He would feel like it’s his fault that you don’t feel special, like bro- he would have a sad puppy face on. He will put his hands on either side of your face and make you face him-

“You are special. You are like the sun. You are like a (God/Goddess). Even if you don’t feel special yourself, you’re special to me. And since you’re my beloved, my (prince/princess), you deserve all the happiness and love in the world. You deserve to feel special on your special day. So smile, I don’t want to see any tears.”

Albedo would do anything you want, probably to make up his forgetfulness- :p if you want cuddles, then cuddles you’ll get. If you want a cake or something, he’ll try to bake something, no promises though. (Its the thought that counts, right? 👀).

Albedo would use his ability of drawing and bringing them to life. He would draw all sorts of things, bunnies, squirrels, flowers, and others. He knew that you love watching him draw and bringing them to life. It honestly warms his heart knowing you love what he’s passionate about.

If you want, Albedo could talk to you about all the things he found out recently. All of the research and things he discovered. If you ever question some things regarding about what he discovered, he would happily try to explain it. (It’s honestly adorable seeing him explaining the things he discovered in his research- 🤧)

At the end of the day (around 11-), he would cuddle with you while laying beside you. Every so often, he would press a kiss on your head.

“Happy Birthday, my love. May many more to come... the next time your birthday come, I promise we’ll celebrate it together properly.”

Scaramouche

If you think that Scaramouche doesn’t care about your birthday, then you’re right-! 😃 I’m joking- (unless-). He honestly wants to spend your birthday together with you, but his duty as a Harbinger comes first.

Believe me when I say he feels guilty. Leaving you alone on your special day is honestly low, even for him. He would definitely try to finish all of his missions immediately to get back to you. He would do whatever means necessary to finish them all immediately (he might or might not have sacrificed some people in the process- 👀).

You can imagine his confusion when he couldn’t find you anywhere. He already has something set up for you, all he needs is the birthday person themselves. But he couldn’t you anywhere.

Someone better tell him to check your room or else he would literally tear down the Fatui headquarters just to look for you-! He seriously need to manage his anger- 😓

Scaramouche would find it weird to he finds out that you’ve been in your room for the entire day. At first, he didn’t understand why you’re doing this. But soon, he’ll understand. Afterall, he might’ve done that before..

This guy has no manner whatsoever as he just entered your room like he owns the place- one look at you and the next thing you know is that he’s pampering you- like he’ll be preparing a bath for you and choosing an outfit for you (he’s a fashionista, change my mind 😃). Like bro, who are you and what happened to Scaramouche?

“Tsk. You’re quite a handful, you do know that, correct? Making me go through all this effort to comfort you. Now tell me, who put that idea on your head? Was it your family? Was it someone else? I honestly want to murder whoever put that idea in your pathetic head. ‘Not special to celebrate your birthday’? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. Everyone deserves to feel special, even if its for one day. Now, stop being stubborn and enjoy it-!”

Scaramouche would pamper you so much, like his personality did a 180- he would be pressing kisses all over your body and praising you like theres no tomorrow. He would help you dry yourself and put on the outfit he chose for you. If your hair is long, he would help styling it.

He would take you on a fancy dinner date (this guy is also rich, fite me—). He would honestly spoil you lmao- so enjoy it while it lasts- 😃

“Don’t expect this everyday, okay? I’m not gonna put much effort the next time... still.. happy birthday, my beloved. Don’t ever feel like you’re not special when you’re special to me.. if you ever feel sad, come to me. Thank you for putting up with me.”

Xiao

(Yes I’ve remade the Xiao banner again- 🤧🤧 im very indecisive ik-)

Celebrating birthday? What’s that? Xiao honestly didn’t think much of it since centuries pass by with his day of birth passing each time, he never really thought much of it. Never bothered celebrating it.

But when he found out (from Verr or Rex Lapis/Zhongli) that the mortals celebrate their birthdays, he honestly doesn’t have a clue on how to celebrate it. So he might seek the help of Verr or the Traveller.

He does his best. Please give him credit for trying- ;;w;; He’ll try his best to make something for you. It won’t be anything grand. A simple picnic near Wangshu Inn with some Almond Tofu and other food-

So when the day of your birthday came, Xiao is nervous. He doesn’t know if you’ll like the surprise or not. But when he started to look for you, he was confused when he couldn’t find you before growing worried.

Unlike the other bois, he would immediately check your room before tearing the place down- when he finds you there, he’s honestly confused again- (poor bby, always getting confused- ;;w;;). When you explain to him that you just don’t feel special during your birthday, Xiao would get worried and upset-

The first thing he does is hug you. Like this is the only thing he knows about comforting someone- its not like he encountered humans that needs comforting- ;w;

“I.. don’t really know what it feels like to not feel special on your day of birth but.. you’re special to me. Isn’t that enough?”

Like broooo, he looks like a sad puppy- he’s honestly lost on what to do. You might as well need to comfort him too 😅. He would try to shower you with affections before dragging you to the picnic he set up.

He would be so relieved if you like or love the picnic he set up. As much as its embarrassing for him, he would allow you to feed him and, if you let him, feed you in return. He will continue to press some kisses on your face, head and hands. Because, like, u really deserve it- 🥺🥺

He would bring you to the highest mountain just near Wangshu Inn and enjoy the view, and possibly go stargazing with you. I can see him knowing how to make a flower crown for some reason :pp so he’ll make a flower crown out of Qingxin flowers and place it on your head-

“Happy day of birth, my love. Even as more days of birth come, I promise to make you special. Even though it’s not the grandest, I hope that my efforts and love will be enough.”

[x] Main Page || [x] Mondstadt Page || [x] Liyue Page || [x] Fatui Harbingers Page

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝘏𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; gym instructor!minho x fem!reader, nonidol!au, sexual tension, piv, unprotected sex (careful yall), getting it from the back ye (cherry, write normal content warnings), sex in a public space, slight dry humping, blowjobs, mentions of exhibitionism, slight attention seeking, degradation, dirty talk, mirror sex, sliiight impact play nicknames, orgasm (m/f), cum. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 3.6 k 

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yeye by this anon right here!

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; AYE AYE if you know where this is from right,,, i love you ; “ambient gym sounds” also thank you @mzmezzler for the nice ideas~ because i was braindead writing this- also the banner has nothing to do with the actual fic,,, but am i still gonna use it? hell yeah. 

also i laughed way too much writing this, it sounds like some bad lq porn and im so amused by it, if anyone wants a bullshit porno writer, hit me up

by the way this is written you can tell that i never go to the gym

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯���𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

33. “Don’t be surprised when you get bent over” ; Arctic Monkeys - Teddy Picker (this is such a bop fite me)

21. “I can read your mind even from behind” ; The Internet - Special Affair

This was the only time you had to workout, late in the evening and being frank you really didn’t mind since Lee Minho always worked that shift, famously known as the hot gym instructor. Many people preferred working out during the earlier hours of the day but you working two jobs didn’t have the same privilege. 

It was a regular wednesday. You put your hair up with a black hair tie, observing yourself in the full length mirror that extended over the entire wall, a couple of individuals running on the treadmils behind you. This was your usual attire. A sports bra with some tight fitting leggings, it wasn’t the most comfortable but it made you look good, especially with the lonely drop of sweat that dripped between your tits. You had already warmed up, doing 20 minutes of cardio before you started with any weights. With an uneven breath you made your way over to the dumbells, it was a rather small gym but all equipment you needed for a workout were in place, most of the others minding their own business and cleaning up after themselves. 

Just as you were about to grab one of the smaller dumbells you saw Minho’s reflecting in the big wall mirror, smirking at you. You turned around with a smile, waveing at him with the hand that didn’t hold the small black dumbell. He slowly made his way over to you, ruffling his chocolate brown hair that was slightly sweaty.

“look who we have over here working out~" he said in a mocking tone, grabbing one of the folded white towels that stood neatly perched up in a wooden basket on the floor and throwing it over to you. It landed over your back as you stood with one arm and knee on a gym bench, the other foot being firmly planted on the ground as you lifted the hand with the dumbell laterally. 

“hey! what’s that for?” you said, putting down the dumbell on the bench and locking your eyes with the handsome gym instructor. 

“you’re sweaty” he says with a grin, pointing to your cleavage with his chin, cocking his eyebrow. 

You tsk, grabbing the fuzzy towel and bending your neck to the right, wiping the sweaty skin. Minho’s eyes danced all over your exposed neck, he clicked his tongue before licking his bottom lip, observing you from head to toe. You smile softly at him before he starts speaking. 

“There’s this new hip adductor machine, wanna try?”

You shrug your shoulders. Why not you thought, putting the towel behind your neck and following Minho closely to the new addition of the gym. It was a white metal construction, a dark grey seat and back rest, two grey soft surfaces on either of the seat. There was a sticker on the side of the machine, near where one could set the desired resistance by changing the weight. The sticker displayed the different muscle groups that were activated during the hip adduction which was mainly the inner thigh. You looked at Minho as you sat down on the rather uncomfortable seat, him going behind you and changing the weight you were about to press with the inside of your thigh. 

This was a rather interesting sight you thought as you had to spread your legs in order to make your inner thighs meet the cushions. Minho wasn’t known to be shy either, him bluntly staring at your cleavage and his eyes slowly drifting in between your legs. You didn’t mind this shameless flirting. Afterall, it was rumored that he was single and so were you. 

“Make sure to sit straight and lean back against the back rest. Activate your glutes and with an exhale you close your legs” Minho said calmly, observing your posture. You do as you’re told, feeling your inner thighs burn after a couple reps, clenching your jaw as you inhale through the nose as your legs open again. The brown haired boy steps close to you, poking two fingers at your thighs to see if you’re flexing them enough but this caught you off guard. 

“You’re not flexing enough, try to squeeze them for better results” he says, smirking whenever you groan out of exhaustion but not letting his mind wander off to distant and lewd places. He doesn’t remove his fingers, instead wandering them up to where your core was now wet from not only his looks but his touch. The two of you maintained eye contact during the entire time, your heart beating out of nervousness. Was he gonna do this now? In front an almost empty gym? Just as you thought that he had given in to your seducing he removed his fingers, backing away and smiling as if nothing happened. 

“You’re doing great y/n. I’m gonna let you workout in peace, I have some membership stuff to go through” he said, striking a quick wink before he turned around and walked away through the elliptical machines that were put in a neat line, one after another. You sighed, not liking the games he played with you but it was his charm and why everyone in the gym had the hots for him, needless to mention his perfect facial structure, those gleaming dark eyes and a body that was sculpted by the greek gods themselves. He probably played around with every client of his which ignited jealousy within you.

50 or so minutes passed by, these being filled with more weightlifting and hair flying in your face, not a single shadow being seen of him. The gym was now empty which wasn’t unusual due to the time of day you worked out, person leaving one by one until there was no one left besides yourself and Minho lurking about somewhere in the building. 

At the end of your workout you needed to stretch so you picked up one of the many red yoga mats that were hanged up on a hook on the white walls of the gym, placing it in front of the wall of mirrors in another area of the gym, designated for stretching and other such exercises. You had taken off your headphones a while back and therefore you turned around as you heard a sound. Footsteps nearing you.

Suddenly he appeared. He had changed to a black tanktop, exposing his rather sturdy muscular arms, the light green veins running up against his slightly tan skin. His calfs were making their strong presence known by Minho wearing a pair of basketball shorts. Overall his figure was well-balanced and definitely you didn’t mind eyeing for eternity.

“World to y/n?” Minho chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You shook your head, your gaze divirting up to his honeysweet eyes as you were sitting down on the mat. 

“Oh hi!” you said shortly with a bubbly tone. “Are you done with your work?” you asked to which he nodded, sitting down on the ground beside you. 

“Wanna stretch together?” he asked with an inquisitive tone to which you agreed, him heaving himself up to get another yoga mat and placing it next to yours, facing the mirror together. You followed whatever poses he was doing, first stretching out his arms by locking his hands behind his back and pushing his chest forward, moving on to tilting the neck from side to side. You hummed and sighed as you learned a couple of new stretches you could use after your next workout session, your back muscles and shoulders relaxing with each position. 

Things started to get more technical when it was time to stretch out the hamstrings and quadriceps, standing with one leg bent at an 90 degree angle with the other leg extended as long back as possible, toes on the vinyl grey floor. 

“Do you feel the stretch on the back of your thigh?” he asked to which you nodded, wobbling in your unstable position causing Minho to shuffle over to you, putting his hand on the back of your thigh, the one on the extended leg. Your eyes widened at how close his hand was to your ass, he was practically groping your butt when he felt how your muscles contracted with the stretch. Without you noticing a smirk crept on your face, this was exactly what you wanted. 

“Perfect, you are a gold star student, y/n” he said with a smile, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek. You felt your ears heating up, not from weariness but from sheer timidity. 

“Try standing up and then see how far you can bend down, it will really stretch out those hamstrings” Minho said, nibbling on his bottom lip. The only sound that was heard was your breathing and the soft power music playlist that played in a loop over and over again from the gym speakers. You stood up, firmly planting your feet on the ground before rounding your back and failing to reach your toes with your fingertips, them being mere inches apart. With a loud groan you tried reaching down to the ground but your efforts being fruitless. Minho stood directly behind you, placing his hands on your lower back in order to push you further down.

“Don’t hold your breath, exhale and then try to reach further down. Don’t be surprised when you get bent over”

You supressed as laughter by pressing your lips together, the sudden innuendo making the situation way more awkward then it already was. With a deep inhale through the nose you later exhaled through your mouth, Minho’s warm hands placed on your semi-revealed back, pushing you gently downwards. Everything was going great, the very tip of your middle fingers could touch your black sneakers but something didn’t feel right. Something poked you through the thin fabric of your leggings. You shook the thought away, thinking it was Minho’s knee that was peacefully resting on your upper thigh but when you looked back, through your upside down vision, both his feet were on the ground. 

“Good job” he said, pressing closer to you, there being no space between his crotch and your ass. You gulped harshly, trying to focus on a specific spot on the floor but failing as your thoughts were on anything else but the burning in your thighs. Using every ounce of self control you had, you tried your hardest to not rub back against him, you wanted to feel him so desperatly, he was making the fabric of your panties stick to your wet cunt in pure arousal. 

“You can come up now” he said with a half-smile, blinking his eyes softly and meeting your flustered expression in the reflection of the mirror before you turned around to face him. “How did that feel?”

“Fine, it burns but that’s the point, right?” you joked, trying desperatly to switch the topic to something that could take your mind off what had just happened. Minho snickered mischievously. He knew very well what he was doing to you and you loved every second of it. 

“Try lying down” he said with a cocky tone, earning a little “e-eh?” from you in surprise, not expecting him to be this direct. 

“Something wrong y/n?” the brown haired boy asked with a gleam in his eyes, a light pink flushing over his high nose bridge. You shook your head quickly, lying down on your back, the crown of your head facing the mirror. You could practically hear your heart thumping inside your chest, looking at Minho sitting on his knees by your side and carefully grabbing your right leg.

“Alright, I’m just gently gonna lift your leg towards your chest, make sure to keep the other leg stretched out and extended and exhale as your knee is against your chest, got it? You can relax if you want.”

With a small nod you let your muscles lie weak against the mat, closing your eyes and your eyelashes fluttering over your them. You felt his hands wrap around your calf, slowly bringing your knees towards your face, bending it completely. You felt the stretch deep inside your hips not to mention the back of your thigh that was now burning your intense then ever. 

But then you felt it again.

The weird poking against the back of your thigh. 

Minho leaned against your bent knee, him switching his position to have your legs in front of his kneeling body, putting his entire upper body close to yours, his face hovering above yours. You could feel his hot breath against your soft cheek, his presence so clear that one could feel it from miles away. Being honest, you were afraid to open your eyes. What if he was closer then you thought? You wouldn’t be able to contain yourself, kissing him on the spot. No, you simply couldn’t. By this time you were convinced that it was his bulge pressing up against you, his boner growing harder for every second you maintained in this position, his clothed cock being in close proximity to your cunt that was soaking your panties. Your palms got clammy, trying to wipe them off on the mat but accidentally opening your eyes. 

Your innocent gaze met his that was dark, filled with nothing but lust. You didn’t know it was possible for your pulse to be so high but Minho proved otherwise, the sight of his face being close to yours made you swoon. His lips were a mellow peach color, his cupids bow arching just enough to kick an urge inside of you. The urge to kiss him. 

Wrapping your fingers around his sharp jaw you pulled him closer, the surface of your slightly chapped lips meeting his in a heated kiss. Your noses bumped into each other as Minho deepend the kiss, running his tongue along your teeth, practically forcing his way into your mouth and meeting your wet hot tongue. With your lips pursed you ran your hand along his neck, earning a moan from the boy that was pushing his bulge against your crotch, rubbing against you in a desperate search for his release. His hands cupped your face, making his hands seem bigger than they were. A slight tilt of the head allowed him to reach deeper, the arousing sounds of lips smacking making him harder than he already was as the kiss set a pace. Your breath hitched as his hands traveled down to the valleys of your chest. Suddenly he pulled away, you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Are you comfortable with,,, i don’t know, maybe having sex”

You blinked, your gaze diverting from his lips to his eyes as you nodded, adding a small “yes” at the end of your nod. 

“Why do you look so confused?” he said with a chuckle to which you smiled, only then realizing your puzzled expression. 

“Don’t know” you said, “maybe I just wanted you to get on with it”.

“Oh so you want me?” he heightened his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a grin. You could only nod, being frozen by nervousness. “Why didn’t you say so earlier babygirl?”

That one petname was enough to make you shudder beneath him, you snaking your hands around his backand pressing him even closer, his lips lingering centimeters away from yours.

“Not surprising since you always walk around in those tight leggings, showing off your body to everyone” he said and there was truth in his words, you did it to get his attention. And you got what you wanted.

“M-minho can I please suck you off?” you asked in a tiny voice, asking such a question in such an innocent voice. He scoffed as he backed away from you, standing up and pushing his back against the mirror in the well-lit gym, the windows blurred by a frosty film from the inside but that didn’t stop anyone from walking in at anny moment, the gym was still open for all that mattered. 

He pulled off his shorts and dark colored boxers in one swift motion, letting them pool around his ankles as you approached him on your knees, knealing in front of him and looking up at his eyes that were hooded as they looked back at you. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free from it’s clothed prison, lips parting at anticipation of what was to come. Minho gave his long veiny dick a couple of strokes before rubbing the tip against your swollen plush lips, you poking out your tongue causing him to hiss as he ran his dick along your saliva-covered tongue. You smiled at the feeling of his crimson tip being in contact with you, wrapping your hands around the base of his dick and sinking lower onto him with your mouth, jerking off the part you weren’t able to fit in your mouth due to the vast size of his dick. Spit dribbled down your chin and mixed with the sweat that had dried off on your chest, clear strings seeping between your tits that were barely covered by the sportsbra. Minho grabbed your ponytail, twisting it once around his wrist and pulling you deeper down, your nose almost pressing up against the fabric of his tank top that covered his toned abdomen. You choked slightly, breath shaking as you exhaled, sucking in your cheeks with your inhale and pursing your lips every time you bobbed up to his leaking tip again. Minho loved this. Not only having you sucking off but having you sucking him off in a place where any individual could walk in at any given moment, seeing you on your knees in front of him with your lips wrapped around him. Really goes to show how much of a attention whore you are. 

“Up” he commanded to which you whined, not stopping your movements, instead swirling your tongue around the tip just enough to make his legs wobble in defeat. “y/n, I said up.”

You pulled away, a string of saliva seperating your lips and his cock that was leaking with milky white precum. You didn’t want him to cum before he fucked you, that being the only reason you pulled away. You gave the underside of his cock a finally lick, from the balls to the tip before standing up, Minho’s hand letting go of your smooth hair. The boy grabs your wrist before you could even walk a step, gently pushing you against the mirror, your cheek pressed up against it and fogging as your breath spreads on it. With his hands he pulled down your tight leggings which wasn’t a challenge for his muscular arms, exposing your ass, your panties simply being a pair you threw on today but it still made the young boy horny. His cold sneer made your face turn serious.

“I can read your your mind even from behind, you want to be fucked against this mirror so you can see how good I’m fucking you, isn’t that right y/n?” 

You could only nod in agreement. You wanted him to pin you up against the chilly surface only to fuck you so hard your eyes rolled back into your skull. He ran his hands along almost exposed back, your leggnings around your ankles, hindering you from spreading your legs any further than they already were, the feeling of air hitting your bare swollen cunt making you shudder. Minho grabbed his cock, aligning it with the entrace of your sopping pussy, gently pushing himself into you earning a mewl that came from your parted lips, echoing against the glass. His hands wrapped around your hips, asking if you were fine to which you nodded before you felt him slowly thrusting into you, your eyelids closing in delight but making him furrow his eyebrows.

“Open your eyes baby, don’t you wanna see how pretty you look getting fucked?”

The words shot through you like a thousand arrows, your slick covering Minho’s twitching member, veins pulsating between your slippery walls. Your hands fled towards the mirror, leaving handprints all over your reflection as your body jerked forward with every thrust, Minho’s hands pushing you further and further down his cock. Small moans escaped you, mixing with Minho’s grunts that could easily be mistaken for someone working out. What gave away the smutty scene was the sound of skin slapping against one another, overpowering the melodic tune of the music. His hands groped your ass, slapping your buttcheeks a couple of times causing you to spill an almost pornographic moan. A couple of dark brown pieces of hair fell in front of Minho’s eyes, covering his viscious gaze that seemed to get darker the closer he got to his impending orgasm. You desperatly try to grab onto anything but in vain as Minho thrusts into you harder, the squelching sound of your pussy growing louder, juices threathening to dribble down your thigh. 

You were close, you could tell by the way your legs were shaking, your breath hitching every time his cock buried deeper inside of you. Clenching around him you let out a final moan that sounded more like a gasp before your knees clashed together, the light of a thousand fireworks bursting out inside you, your body washing over with a sense of relief as your jaw slacked. Minho continued his relentless pounding, thrusts getting sloppier with each moment that passed until he let out a choked airless groan, pulling away from your juicy cunt and stroking his cock until hot cum spurt onto your sweaty glossy skin, the tip of his dick accidentally tapping against your buttcheeks where the cum now dripped down slowly down the valleys of your ass. The mirror was covered in saliva from you drooling.

The aftermath was rather awkward. You saw Minho push his hair back with a sly hand, pulling up his pants as you stood there, dumbfounded at what had just happened. The rather old-fashioned melody of the gym music was still playing, accompanied by your fast breathing. You heard Minho chuckle from behind.

“Round 2 at my place?” 

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127 SQUAD AND ROMANTIC BF TINGS

tw a lil bit of suggestive on jae's but nothing explicit

✰ — TAEIL would sing lullabies over the phone or video call. you and him would just be doing your own thing, not talking but enjoying being each other's presence. he'll probably pull out his guitar and start singing random songs until he eventually notices you fell asleep on him. will not end the call and when you wake up in the morning, his snores and his cute sleeping face is the first thing you see. "love? you still there? ... taeil?" then laugh out loud when you hear his snores instead. "okay yeah lets sleep more" the call will only end probably because his phone died. he kinda strikes me as a guy who's phone is always < 50% battery lmao

✰ — JOHNNY is your everything. literally. as long as he has the power of youtube, google, and instruction manuals on his side, he can fix anything and everything for you. we've all seen him do crafty things on jcc lmao so it'll probably apply to relationships as well. will 100% say you now owe him cuddles for fixing something for you. you kinda dont like the fact that he's doing all these things for you so you try doing them on your own without him knowing only to fail big time. "what did we learn today?" "never touch the pipes under the sink" "and?" "and always ask johnny for help" "nuh-uh thats not how i said it" you sigh exasperatedly "always let my smokin hot amazing handsome boyfriend johnny suh get the job done"

✰ — TAEYONG doesn't care whether you take the time shopping or not. in fact, he loves seeing you all excited and giddy for pampering yourself as you should. totally the type to hold the paper bags even if you complain and say you can manage on your own. is a complete angel and will wait patiently outside changing rooms and will give you genuine insight he has of the clothes you picked. "that looks nice. you should get that. the length is just right and the sleeves help accentuate your waist" "really yongie?" "yes love. i mean you look pretty in everything anyway" miss ma'am my heart just fucking melted ?¿?

✰ — YUTA doesn't look like it but will exert real effort into things. would be the type to have a note or a google doc about your favorite orders from restaurants because he just loves how your eyes light up appreciatively and you look so smitten by him. its like a cheat sheet. eventually he memorizes the list with how much time he spends with you and he wont even need it. the type to always bring you food before meeting you (if its just hanging out inside the house). "no way! i was just craving for these!" he smiles before kissing your forehead, volunteering to put the food out its container for you. "i figured. you'd been working since this afternoon. lets eat first then you can tell me about what you've been working on so i can help you, okay?"

✰ — DOYOUNG loves cooking for you. i highkey feel like its his love language? like cooking for you and seeing your eyes light up as it darts back to him after you take your first bite from whatever he cooked just gives him so much happiness. its disgustingly sappy and he doesn't like talking about it. now he understood fully what it meant to see your loved ones eating and being full yourself or some shit. idk how the actual quote goes okay dont come 4 me but u probably get it. anyway the type to always pack you lunch and will get hella mad if you skip meals. "what do you mean you havent eaten yet?" "yeah but i will after i--" "you mean you're going to eat Now?" "what? no maybe later--" "thats it im coming over"

✰ — JAEHYUN would be the type to make you playlists. its really random sometimes he'll send them to you in the early morning for the heck of it bc he cant sleep. most of the time its him being horny lmao the frat boy in him awakening and sending you a playlist called imma blow your back out or something extremely cringey and thirsty pls dont block his sorry ass maybe he'd spell out the words using song titles too! idk jae just rlly strikes me as a guy who's love language is music. "hey babe did you check the playlist i sent you?" "wtf its 4am???" "oh so you havent listened to it yet?" "fuck off" but at the end of the day he'll come over and will use the playlist to,,, you know,,, do the sexy thing ;)

✰ — JUNGWOO always makes sure you walk on the inside of the road. you know when you're walking in the street and he softly nudges your waist? yes. will probably even scold you playfully because with how long its been since you both are together, "babe you always walk on the inside of the road how many times do i have to tell you?" is also the type to remind you to wear your seatbelt immediately after hopping onto his car. would ask you Again while in the middle of the car ride because he forgot that he already asked you earlier. please don't mind him he's just looking out for you bb. "seatbelt?" "yes, babe. already done" "are you sure? i dont think i heard it click--" "babe eyes on the road please" "oh right sorry"

✰ — MARK sends you tiktoks, vines, or memes. this is his love language fite me im calling it. he just wants to see you laugh too okay? thats why he does it. i mean it made him laugh, so maybe it will you laugh too. also because he hopes to make inside jokes with u cuz he believes thats how people really get close and stuff. would definitely love it if you do the same thing with him. you'd be chilling in the sofa while khalid plays on the bluetooth speaker and he'll suddenly go "babe babe babe check this out!" then you both proceed to laugh at a vine for the next thirty minutes <3 #living.the.yn.life

✰ — HAECHAN will do your skincare for you when you're drunk or super tired that you just passed out cold on the bed. would probably come into the room to see you snoring and tutting bc now he has to do it for you again but meh deep down he loves it because he enjoys admiring your sleeping face. its sorta like a healing thing for him? yeah it just washes away all the stress he's feeling and bb is just excited about the idea that this becomes "your thing" with him if u get what im saying? altho the next day he'll probably use it as a leverage to get out of chores :) "no way im not folding our clothes" "and why is that?" "i took your make up off yesterday u know how hard that is? im still tired" "but its literally the next day--" "awww thank you for doing my chores, baby! u the best!" ._.