#he's getting up to shenanigans let him be

[ineffectualdemon]

Omegaverse AU where heats don't make Omegas crazy horny and down to bone unless they have already decided they approve of the alpha as a partner. They don't even necessarily go horny at first. Just super clingy and happy to be near their Alpha

If they don't approve and the Alpha tries to force them they can and will kill

An Omega is most dangerous when in heat and they are very dangerous

Ok so Jin Ling [EDIT: Jin LAN not Jin Ling. Reminder to Self - don't write Tumblr posts after taking your melatonin] city happens and they meet and it kickstarts Shen Qingqiu's heat because system shenanigans and even though they are both expecting violent rejection omegapilled Shen Qingqiu just perks up and makes Grabby Hands™ at Luo Binghe as soon as he sees him and neither of them know how to handle this development. Like Luo Binghe totally expected Shen Qingqiu to try and rip out his throat and was upset about it even before he showed up

And Shen Qingqiu is still scared but also it's Binghe! Of course he approves of Binghe as an Alpha! It is illogical to not approve!

So Shen Qingqiu is like "no you should go cause I'm scared" but also refusing to let go of Binghe and crawling into his lap

It's very confusing for everyone.

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua has assumed his king would murder him if he approached him during his heat but walks into An Ding one day post canon to find a nest on his bed and a bit Ice Demon pulling him into it

Mobei had waited too fucking long for his Alpha to get the fucking hint

Shang Qinghua is happy but very confused

[padmerry]

What people often get wrong about young Ford

Strong title, I know. By “young Ford,” I mean baby and teen Ford.

When people think of baby Ford, what kind of personality do they envision? Many times—as I can attest due to fanfic reading—they seem to picture him as shy, sweet, quiet, and, in Stan’s words, “Mr. Good Nerdy-Shoes” who couldn’t stand up for himself nor think of disobeying adult authority. Look at his adorable little face.

When they think of teen Ford, he is not so sweet anymore, true—but he still contrasts greatly with his adult self, who is so assertive and confrontational, and even with young Stan, who looks extra brash next to him. That is ostensibly why Ford couldn’t stand up for Stan in the principal’s office, even though he would have had if he had more courage.

Is this general portrayal faithful to what we’re shown in canon? My own answer would be a firm no. I’ll elaborate why, exactly, below the cut.

The first thing we have to establish, imo, is that young Ford isn’t a completely different creature, a boy unrecognisable from the man he is going to become. That even baby Ford already shared, to a certain extent, some of adult Ford’s traits, and not only the most “wholesome” of them—the endearing fascination with science and anomalies and nerdiness, that is.

We can notice, for example, his ambition (back then):

We can notice he’s apparently (from what is shown to us, which is not much) the one used to decide what the Stan twins did every day, the Phineas to Stan’s Ferb:

Stan asks him, and he answers—a perhaps unintended but still fascinating parallel to how Ford was also the one to decide their destiny in the finale, namely to hunt anomalies in the Arctic.

He’s the one who rides their bike in the two panels we see them riding it. Maybe an insignificant (and definitely unintended) detail but fitting, imo, with the pattern of Ford leading and Stan tagging along.

Despite these two observations being more my particular observations than anything else, the need to draw a visual parallel between baby Ford with his adult self was the whole point of dressing them in similar outfits, with the red turtleneck:

That said, let’s focus on two major things here...

Was Ford ever a goody-two-shoes?

I think nothing is more fitting than to start this topic with Stan’s little nickname for Ford in the comics: “Mr. Goody Nerd-Shoes.”

If you have read Journal 3—hell, if you have watched the show at all—you know that Stanford Pines is far, far from being a goody two-shoes, despite indeed being a huge nerd. (An important distinction! Ford doesn’t fit nerd stereotypes!) The guy stole radioactive waste from the government even before his portal days, became an intergalactic criminal described as “armed and dangerous,” lent a mind-control tie to a child... Stan is just living in the past and doesn’t understand that Ford changed, right? He isn’t that sweet little boy who could do no wrong anymore!

But... was he ever?

He found it hilarious when Stan mocked their teacher with an unflattering caricature, and doesn’t even bother to hide it.

He helped Stan cheat on tests/assignments (it’s not clear what exactly they’re doing here, but the fact Stan was trying hard to copy it from Ford and not from the blackboard tells us he wasn’t simply copying notes, but answers). Do notice that Ford doesn’t seem bothered, not even anxious or afraid of the teacher catching them. He’s smiling.

Both occasions seem to indicate that despite taking his studies seriously, Ford didn’t have a particularly strong fear of adult authority.

And of course—the best for last—he found it perfectly normal to impersonate two boys he mistakenly thought were dead:

Alex elaborates on the shenanigans those two would get up to in the commentary A Tale of Two Stans:

We played around with the idea that you would see them working together doing little science games or pulling little pranks. There was actually a scene that—I think some of it was even storyboarded—where they have a treehouse. And they’re in the treehouse together and Crampelter and his friends have tracked them down and are begging for their lunch money and Stan and Ford have used their jerkiness and geniusness to rig up like a water balloon throwing machine that knocks Crampelter in the head. I remember him saying, “oh no, my old-timey paper crown!” We were really hanging a lampshade on all these sort of Little Rascal cliches.

They were—both of them—an utter menace. I think Ford just happened to be way subtler about it than poor Stan, causing his misbehaving nature to be easily ignored by both the audience and, luckily, his father Filbrick.

Was Ford ever meek and conflict-avoidant?

I think many people think Stan was the protector and Ford the protected in their early years, but it was never as straightforward as this.

Young Ford is very sensitive about one thing in particular: when people mock his hands or imply he’s a freak. The way I see it, it’s because he believes that, deep down. He believes he’s indeed a freak. On top of that, he cares more about general public opinion than Stan does, since Stan is only ever shown to care about the opinion of his own family.

The insecurity about his hands is something that arguably follows him to adulthood:

(Of course, Ford doesn’t blush and doesn’t demonstrate any insecurity here, but he’s gotten way better at hiding and/or suppressing his feelings. I doubt Bill would have chosen this to pick up on if he didn’t think it would hurt.)

Outside of that, however?

He was quite confrontational! Certainly way more than I remember being when I was his age, as a conflict-avoidant child.

Quite angry, too:

(Notice how, in the original idea of Stan and Ford rigging up a water fountain described in the previous topic, Ford wasn’t afraid to pull a prank on Crampelter, either, despite being sensitive towards Crampelter’s targeted mocking of his hands.)

And most interesting of all—he was not afraid of stand up for Stanley, even when it would cost him to do so (considering that the Sibling Brothers had threatened to frame him as well and let him face Filbrick’s punishment along with Stan in case he made the wrong choice):

Not even when Filbrick was involved directly, instead of being used as the Siblings Brothers’ invisible threat! Pay attention to how Stan hides behind Ford as he tells Ford, “tell ‘im, Sixer!” basically using his brother as a shield, hahah. And, by the way, subverting the common fanon perception that Stan would often protect his twin from his father while a helpless, scared Ford would only watch and let him take the punishment. This is one of the reasons why he gets angry at Stan for lying: “I defended you!”

When Stan is being kicked out, he actively asks Ford for help, once again, just like he did as a kid!

Not even their mom, Caryn, but Ford!

And Stan knows Ford like the back of his hand! Why would Stan ask for Ford to defend him, to stand up to Filbrick, if he didn’t think Ford was capable of it? Ford’s protection was something that Stan thought he could rely on, if only this once, with such high stakes and urgency... despite...

... despite Ford completely failing to defend him in front of the principal, yes.

Remember how Ford always struggled to defend himself from comments that he believed deep, deep down? I think a similar thing was happening here, in the principal’s office. Of course, he wouldn’t have thought of Stan as “a clown,” at the very least not consciously, and he loved his brother, but at that point in their lives the difference between Ford’s and Stan’s accomplishments and abilities must have been undeniable, with the world at large pointing it out more and more often.

This moment in the series was also probably inspired by the real moment in Alex’s life that inspired the scene in which Mabel overhead Ford’s proposal to Dipper, according to the commentary of Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future:

This idea of Mabel overhearing Dipper and feeling left out actually came from a real thing that happened between me and my sister. This is a weird anecdote about me and my sister but we did this kind of like, sort of competitive improv games when we were in middle school, very nerdy. And we did pretty good, like, our team made it to the international competition every year, and there was this high school team... [...] We had a pretty good team, but there was a team above us, the high school team, that was like, legendary, that we wanted to be like. And when me and my sister went from junior high school to high school, like, this is going to be our last year to do this sort of competitive improv, and I got a call from the high school team saying “hey, guess what? we already raided your team for the standout members, we’ve taken the people from your team that always do good scores and we’re combining the high school team and the middle school team into a super team and we would like you to be on the high school team. And I was like, “what about Ariel?” And they were like, “well, there’s only seven members per team—” and Ariel was listening on the conversation and I remember her like, bursting into tears because they had basically been like yeah, we got two Hirsches [and] we only want one, and I didn’t even blink. I just said, “no, I refuse to be on this team.” Like, I couldn’t, it was just like, this is so messed up, you’re breaking this whole thing apart, like yeah, it’s a great team, yeah, you guys are awesome, but I’m not gonna do this without Ariel.

Based on Alex’s immediate and strong reaction to such a proposal, it’s not a stretch to think Ford’s silence here was indeed telling—especially because in Alex’s case, Ariel was never insulted. The principal, on the other hand, calls Stan a “clown,” says “he’ll be lucky to graduate high school.”

And because Caryn (who failed to defend Stan when he’s kicked out) did react about the way the principal was talked about him/did ask about him, in the two opportunities that were given to her, basically taking Alex’s irl role in the situation:

Dipper himself also asked about Mabel, even though he was being given an opportunity to learn from The Author of the Journals, whom he admired to the point of almost worship:

A significant factor I think could have changed for Ford to stay silent as the principal badmouthed Stan is: Ford’s priorities. Before, when they were children and more carefree and naive, it was Stan > the world (such as other people’s opinions and his ambition). Now, though, with a true opportunity to finally prove himself—one unlike any other he had before, capable of earning him the approval of even their “tough as a cinderblock” father—he was clinging hard to it.

And you might also be thinking, “but the examples you gave of Ford being assertive were only of baby Ford! Teen Ford could have grown more insecure. Perhaps Stan hadn’t realized that yet, or perhaps Stan was just desperate.” To that I say... fair enough! We don’t have enough canon material regarding teen Ford to decide how he behaved.

But we do have something regarding college Ford, just as he entered college, likely just months after Stan was kicked out—when he met Fiddleford, as described by Fiddleford himself on the TBoB website:

Lines such as “[...] my room mate, a freshman from New Jersey, barged in like he owned the place [...]” and “confidently declared” are very telling here. Of course, Ford didn’t stand up for Fiddleford in front of the whole class, but I honestly think that a) it was a different situation, considering the sheer amount of people/the presence of a public audience, and, partially due to that, b) it would have been a very unintelligent move if he didn’t have anything to defend Fiddleford with (to brag about something with zero backup, even if motivated by anger, is a very typical move of cartoon characters to create conflict for the plot... and also quite annoying to me personally, so I’m glad Ford didn’t go that route, hahah). Deciding to prove that Fiddleford’s theory was accurate first to shove it in everyone’s face second is a way smarter move and way, way more in line with Ford’s modus operandi, who—well—loves shoving the undeniable truth and/or his undeniable superiority in people’s faces. (From Journal 3, when Ford was already living in Gravity Falls: “I traveled to Northwest Manor to confront Old Man Northwest with the evidence of his family’s deceit [...]” and “Imagine the look on the dean of West Coast Tech’s face when he saw that the student he refused was now the next Einstein! Imagine how proud my family and hometown would be: the ‘Freak’ would return a hero!”) Personally, the vibes I get from this seem to indicate a very confident Ford already! A Ford who would have defended Stan if he weren’t already slowly internalizing and subconsciously agreeing with the things people said about his brother, or—at the very least—asked the principal about Stan’s fate, like Alex, Caryn, and Dipper did/would have done in his place.

We also have a clear parallel between baby Ford in The Jersey Devil’s in the Details and teen Ford in A Tale of Two Stans. Both have people telling them they’re better than Stan. One defends Stan strongly, the other listens quietly. Both feel betrayed by Stan. One forgives Stan, the other doesn’t. Filbrick was involved in both situations—one wasn’t afraid of being framed if it meant standing with his brother, the other didn’t stand with his brother even as his brother was kicked out of the house.

Let’s remember the Sibling Brothers’ words to him:

“One day you’re gonna realize that you’re too good for him.” Unfortunately, that prophecy came true! Way too true!

In the commentary of Dipper and Mabel vs. The Future, Jason Ritter (Dipper’s VA) suggested that Ford believed than “you can be held back by your siblings,” to which Alex agreed. It’s not necessary to accept Word of God to understand this fact, either:

I didn’t want to end all of this on such a bitter note, since my last intention with this post is to give people more reason to hate on Ford. He is actually my favorite character and, if the parallels between The Jersey Devil’s in the Details and A Tale of Two Stans teach us anything, it is that Ford did have reasons to distrust Stan/not believe Stan was telling the truth about it being an accident. (Stan lies really, really well when he wants to! See: Not What He Seems!) It is exactly because of him being my favorite character, though, that I am so fascinated by his characterization, and I think baby Ford’s loyalty and courage deserves more appreciation. Teen Ford, on the other hand—it was never courage that he lacked.

[coralquill]

LADs headcanon for witch mc who causes so much chaos with her little talking cat familiar. Just how they'd handle all the explosioives, floating books, etc. or maybe how they found out 🤔

Ahoy, thank you for requesting! ngl that was a fun piece I enjoyed writing. hope you enjoy!

pairings: xavier x reader || zayne x reader || rafayel x reader || sylus x reader || caleb x reader

contents: comedy, reader is a witch with a cat familiar || wc.602

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— XAVIER

Xavier would initially welcome your cat into his apartment. But once he learnt it could talk, he tried to kick it out countless and countless of times, jealous it might take away your attention.

He'd wake up from naps to find the whole apartment in chaos and disarray after you had practiced your spells on his stuff.

And to top it off, he'd always find your cat perched on the headboard, surely staring at him all throughout his nap.

What a day...

— ZAYNE

Zayne would sigh for the fifth time that day, seeing as you commanded the documents and files of his work to fly around in his office. He needed them to finish up and call it a day, but apparently, you had other plans.

At least your familiar cat was napping on his lap, allowing him to pet it. That was a first. Cats usually ran away from him.

"Behind my ear, please," the cat demanded.

Zayne stopped mid-action. An oh was all he could utter before he did as instructed.

The cat talked.

— RAFAYEL

Rafayel wasn't new with witchery or witches, as he used to work with one long ago. Though he would jump out of his skin upon knowing you have a cat familiar following you around, and his soul would leave his body the moment he'd hear it talk.

After getting used to your cat and your shenanigans, he'd ask you to try out a new way of painting with him. Flying paints and brushes would fill the high areas of the studio, swirling through the air as they created splashes of art on the canvases.

"That's a job we'll done, cutie! Thank you for helping me!" Rafayel would thank you for your efforts, standing up to admire the artworks from afar.

"I do agree." Your cat joined him.

Thump.

You turned towards the sound, only to find Rafayel passed out and sprawled in the floor, your cat tapping its paw against his cheeks to wake him up.

Oops. Guess Rafayel hadn't fully gotten used to your familiar.

— SYLUS

Sylus was used to chaos and disorder, his his line of work never offered peace and especially with Luke, Keiran, and Mephisto, the chaos-inducing trio, working under him.

He'd ask you to borrow your powers to wreak havoc and threaten those who cross his path.

Your cat followed you everywhere, supplying you with spells materials and potions ingredients. It reminded him of his relationship with Mephisto—providing him with intel, footage, and sensitive case files.

He didn't pay the cat any mind—until it spoke.

"Your cat talks." Sylus noted, utterly unfazed, as if talking cats was a standard part of his afternoons.

"Oh, whoops, I forgot to tell you." You smiled sheepishly.

And your cat snickered.

Pursing his lips, Sylus nodded in acceptance.

He couldn't say it was the most unusual thing he had ever witnessed. He'd seen stranger.

— CALEB

Caleb wouldn't mind the chaos you create, as he'd use his gravity Evol to tidy up after. He'd let you have your fun, commanding brooms to have sword fights mid-air, and tea leaves creating whirlwind in teacups. But no matter what, everything got returned to its rightful place at the end of the day.

That was until he passed the mirror hung at the hallway—

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

Ah, you had enchanted the mirror to flirt with passersby. Classic.

"Got lost in your eyes? You've been staring at your reflection for a while."

And that was one of the few things he had zero clue on how to fix.

"Pip-squeak! The mirror is feeling flirty again!"

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[materia-girl88]

Third Date Shenanigans

18+, minors dni

you're on your third date with bucky and a little mishap and shared clothing leads to some good times

warnings: smut smut smut, oral (f and m receiving), fingering

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Bucky Barnes didn't have many weaknesses. Having a past as traumatic as his and pushing through to become a better person tended to strengthen someone.

However, you may just be his undoing.

Your third date was a more relaxed affair, the two of you enjoying some dinner you made together and watching a movie at Bucky's apartment.

You were both sat on the soft cushions of his couch with crossed legs, facing each other with bowls of spaghetti balanced on your laps as you talked and laughed.

It was nice.

However, things took a turn when you were both laughing over a story you were telling from your days in college, and as you were lifting a forkful of your pasta to your mouth the noodles slipped and slid down your shirt.

The surprise of it caused you to jump, and in turn your bowl tumbled and your jeans were ruined too.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, Bucky." you huffed, using your napkins to clean the mess on your lap. Thankfully none had gotten on the couch. "I swear I'm so clumsy sometimes. I knew we should've ate at the table."

Bucky let out a laugh as he set his own meal aside on the coffee table and helped you, "It's okay, doll. It happens."

Once the mess was cleaned, you both take in the damage done to your clothing.

While the noodles were cleaned up, there wasn't much saving the saucy mess left on the fabric of your shirt and jeans.

"Well this sucks. I guess I'm gonna have to go early so I can clean up. I really am sorry," you sighed, aggravated with yourself.

Bucky looked over you contemplatively for a silent moment before speaking.

"I could let you borrow some clothes if you want? We're just staying in to watch a movie. It's no big deal," he shrugged.

You bit your lip at him before a small smile spread across your face.

You really hadn't wanted to leave him this early anyways.

"If you really don't mind?" you said, and the way you peered at him through your eyelashes made his chest flutter.

"Not at all, one sec," he stood, heading to his bedroom and grabbing a black t-shirt and some sweats, taking his time to change into his own comfy clothes so you didn't feel alone, then leaving a quick scratch to his cat Alpine's head where she was snoozing on his bed before heading back you.

You smiled at his change of clothes and stood as he came back before you took the ones handed to you. As you passed him you raised on your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek and give him a soft "Thank you" before you head to the bathroom.

He took the time that you were in the bathroom to clean up your dinner and head back into the living room to set up his newly acquired Netflix account.

He was settled back on the couch by the time you came out and all he could think as it was probably a good thing as he may have fallen over otherwise.

"The sweats were too big even when I tied them," you said, flushing as you fiddled with the soft fabric of the shirt that fell to just above your knees, you bare legs poking out underneath, "Is this okay?"

He couldn't help but have to swallow down the lump in his throat before nodding, "Yeah, it's uh. It's no problem at all."

You smiled shyly as you made your way to him, curling back up on the couch with your knees tucked under you.

The dark metal of his vibranium arm moved to grab the blanket he had on the back of the couch, bringing it to you.

"Don't want your legs to get cold, doll" he said and watched as you gratefully took the blanket and spread it over your lap.

You both bickered playfully on what movie you would watch before settling on an old horror movie that you loved and Bucky hadn't seen before.

You weren't long into the beginning of the film before you had scooted into his space, his flesh arm winding around you.

"I love this movie but I always forget how much it freaks me out," you said, looking up at him and a grin.

"It's a good thing I'm here, then," he said, leaning down to press a soft peck to your lips.

Your first kiss had been after your second date, chaste and with a taste of wine that you both had enjoyed at the restaurant you had gone to and since then you had been nearly craving the next one.

"My hero," you said softly, leaving one more kiss to his plush mouth before leaning on his shoulder.

Everything was going great.

Until, that is, you had shifted to get into a more comfortable position and stretched your legs out over Bucky's, letting the blanket rest on both of your laps.

It was meant to be an innocent cuddle, but the feeling on your warm smooth legs against him as you were now practically propped up on his lap was slowly becoming a distraction, his thoughts becoming clouded as the scent of your perfume overtook him, and he couldn't help the tightening he felt in his sweatpants.

Especially when he had risked a glance at you and saw a flash of dark blue lace where you hadn't realized that your shirt had ridden up some.

You could feel his eyes on you and you turned to look at him, wanting to make sure he was still enjoying the movie.

You couldn't help the way you froze when you saw the look in his eyes, hungry yet apprehensive.

"Bucky?" you asked softly, but you let out a surprised gasp as he leaned in and kissed you again, his lips harsh this time.

You couldn't help but let your eyes slip closed as you responded, shifting to wrap your arms around his neck.

Even if you were shocked at the slam of his lips, you weren't upset by it in the least.

You couldn't help but press your thighs together when you felt the slick heat of his tongue against your lips and you were quick to open up to him, letting it brush against yours.

"God, angel. You don't even know what seeing you in my shirt and feeling you against me is doing to me, do you?" he growled as he pulled back just enough to speak.

Your pupils were blown and your lips were red, a bit of stubble burn on your chin, but you loved it.

"I think I have a notion of it now," you said with a breathless laugh.

You made the move this time, leaning back in to kiss him again.

Before you even realized what was happening you were laid back on the couch, head resting on a throw pillow as he positioned himself between your thighs.

His shirt had fully ridden up to your hips now and he couldn't help the groan he let out at the sight of the dark blue panties you wore, a patch of fabric in the middle nearly black with arousal.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his vibranium hand on your right thigh. He wanted nothing more than to trail his fingers upwards and feel the warmth of your skin and the wetness of your need. He was grateful that having full sensation to match his flesh arm was one of the touches added in when he got this arm in Wakanda.

You smiled at him, a bit nervous, and nodded.

"I don't want to...do everything. Not tonight. But you can touch me, Bucky. I want to touch you. I trust you," you told him.

He grinned down at you before he kissed you once more with more heat and need than any of your previous ones.

A soft moan left you as his hips shifted and pressed against you and you reached down, your hand grabbing the metal of his on your thigh, and began to slowly push it towards your panty covered mound.

Your lips broke from his as he cupped you, a gasp leaving you at the sensation.

It didn't deter him as he began to trail his lips to your jaw and then your neck, soft sucks and kisses left to the smooth skin there, leaving marks that you would admire later on.

"Bucky, please," you whimpered, hips moving as he began to rub circles into your wet panties.

He pulled back from you, a whine leaving you as he gripped the bottom of his shirt that you wore, waiting for your nod of permission before he pulled it up and tossed it away.

Your nipples hardened in the cool air of the room and he couldn't help but admire you as he let his flesh hand come up to cup one of your full breasts, wasting no time in getting to work playing with your perked nipple.

At one particularly sharp pinch to it you moaned, back arching.

"Stop teasing me and do something," you huffed.

A chuckle left him as he leaned down to peck your lips once more.

"As you wish, doll."

His lips began back on their trail down your neck but this time they continued on, leaving kisses to your chest and licks to your nipples until you were squirming, before kissing his way down your belly.

When he got to the edge of your panties, he glanced up at you.

"Can I taste you?" he asked, lips brushing your abdomen as he spoke and causing your muscles to tense.

You bit your lip.

"Nobody's ever done that before," you told him, a bit embarrassed over it.

You were by no means a virgin but no guys you had been with before had ever taken an interest in giving oral, even if they received it themselves.

He shook his head.

"That's a crime, baby. I could live between these thighs." he said, turning to press a kiss to the thigh on his left, "We don't have to, but I would love to."

Fuck, this man was a dream come true.

"I want to. With you, I want to," you told him, and a grin graced his beautiful features.

He went back to trailing kisses along the waistband of your underwear before pulling back, hands sliding up your thighs and to your hips, grabbing the fabric and sliding it down.

You helped him get rid of them, lifting your hips and laughing as he tossed them carelessly over his shoulder.

You were naked beneath him now and you let out a yelp as he tugged you closer, your thighs being slid over his shoulders.

You had no time to say anything before you felt warm heat sliding over your clit.

"Oh," you gasped, thighs seizing at the sensation.

Your hands flew to the messy hair that was currently between your legs, fingers entwining in it while his head moved.

His tongue ran from your soaked entrance up to the hard bud of your clit.

"Doll, you taste amazing," he groaned against you, leaving a quick suck to the pulsing bud, "It's a shame nobody has done this for you. I could feast on this pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

A breathy laugh escaped you before it turned into a moan as he got back to work.

"Bucky, holy shit," you whined, and he had to use one arm to rest over your hips as he worked to keep you still.

His free hand soon joined in and he pushed one, then two fingers into your soaked entrance, stretching you open. He explored for a moment before finding the spot within you that had you yelling out your release.

He continued flicking his tongue against your overstimulated clit until you couldn't take it anymore and you pulled him away gently.

He looked up at you, and you were sure your flushed cheeks matched his.

His lips were swollen and glistening but you didn't care as you pulled him up to kiss you, humming at the taste of yourself on him.

Your fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt and pulled it up a bit, "We're a bit unevenly matched here, babe."

He hesitated for a second before letting you pull the shirt off of him.

Your eyes landed on the scar of where his arm used to be where it met the dark metal of his artificial one.

You met his eyes for a moment before leaning in, kissing the gnarled skin.

"You're beautiful to me, Bucky." you told him and a soft smile graced him.

You leaned back up to brush your lips against his as you spoke.

"Now, lean back so I can suck your cock," you commanded softly.

Bucky didn't think he had ever moved so fast, leaning back and taking in the glory of your nude body laying in front of him.

You could see the evidence of his need pitching a tent in his pants and you sat up, quickly switching roles so now he was laying back as you hovered over him.

You leaned down and kissed him as your hands wasted no time in finding the waistband of his pants, tugging them down to expose his cock.

Your jaw dropped at the sight, easily the biggest you've seen.

But you were up for the challenge.

Your right hand came down to wrap around him, barely able to make it all the way around, and you laughed at the soft grunt he let out.

"This is impressive, baby." you told him as you began to stroke the hard length of him.

You straddled his thigh so you could reach him easier and you couldn't help but grind yourself against it just a bit, feeling arousal grow in you once more at the sight.

Bucky was unable to speak, jaw slack as he watched you.

After stroking him for a moment longer you leaned down and let your tongue come out, licking him from root to tip and feeling pride swell in you at his groan.

Your lips wrapped around the tip of him and you sucked, letting your tongue dip into the slit.

"Fuck, doll, you're gonna kill me," he growled, eyes nearly black with arousal.

A giggle left you, causing him to moan once more at the vibrations of it.

Your eyes closed as your head began to bob on him, cheeks hollow as you went.

Your hips began to pick up their pace as you ground on his thigh and he lifted it to help you get a better angle.

The feeling of your moans around him were driving him wild and he grasped the back of the couch with his metal hand, the wood base creaking with his strength as his flesh hand went to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your lips wrapped around him.

You opened your eyes to glance at him through your eyelashes, your free hand that wasn't holding him coming up to tease his balls, and he was done for.

"Goddammit, baby" he growled, and tried to tug you back in case you didn't want him to come down your throat.

You shook your head, speeding up both your mouth on him and your hips, determined to come at the same time as him.

A shout left him as he came down your throat and you whined as you ground your soaked pussy onto him, releasing for a second time.

You took a page from his book and suckled on his tip until he pulled away, unable to take it anymore.

You sat up straight, licking your lips before crawling up to lay on his chest, your naked bodies pressed against each other.

He grabbed the blanket you both had been using before, pulling it over you both before glancing at the movie on the TV that was now scrolling through the credits.

"I think date three was a success," he teased, and you laughed as you propped your chin on his chest to look up at him.

"I can't wait to see what date four brings," you said teasingly, leaning up to kiss him.

[sereia4skz]

Hey Sereia!

Hope you're doing well. Sorry it took me so long to talk, unfortunately my luggage almost got lost. But don't worry it got here intact three entire days later. They apparently shipped it off to France accidentally.

I didn't realise it first how chaotic it could get living with eight boys. But it's okay! It almost feels like I'm just with my pets. Lee Know reminds me a lot of Aster (my cat) and loves head scratches. He's made a habit of falling asleep on me in the afternoons. I do hope that Aster and Sirius (my dog) aren't giving you much trouble.

The pack leader, Chan, was quite apprehensive of me at first, but quickly warmed up to me once he saw how much the others seemed to love my presence. Actually, he's the one who gave me his clothes to wear when my luggage wasn't here yet. Although I'm fine in rooming with Felix, he insists that I spend the nights with him. After the first night I started to room with him and now every morning I wake up with small hickeys on my neck. Lately, he's gotten bolder and pulls me into him when I'm in the kitchen, sometimes even leaving a dark hickey. And he doesn't even care if anybody's watching or not! God, it leaves me all flustered and red in the face. He's also taken to whispering the dirtiest of things in my ear during movie nights when he snuggles into me. I really don't know how I'm supposed to resist him when he's so good looking and makes me wanna jump him. Should I just give in to the temptation?

With love, Maddy xoxo

1k Followers Event | no need to even go for it

pairing: wolf!Chan x reader

genre: smut

warnings: public sex (only Felix notices), voyeurism (Felix), unprotected sex, Chan cums inside, dirty talking

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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Hey Maddy!

Glad you're enjoying your time with the boys! Aster and Sirius are doing good, don't worry about them and enjoy yourself.

Shame about your luggage, quite odd this careful leader of theirs, offering his stuff  and wanting to share a room. Although I think you could give it a try. Maybe he'll even come to you?

What's the worst that could happen?

Love, Reia

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Chan had insisted the pack take you to Changbin's parents' beach house. Saying it was a must to visit Jeju for anyone visiting Korea. 

Felix had offered to let you stay in his room but his leader had dismissed the idea quickly, insisting that the boy needed some rest after the endless sleepovers that had taken place in the cabin. It was a wonder he even found out about them, since all the boys seem to mischievously hide their shenanigans from the eldest.

Chan had been growing bolder with his advances, whispering dirty, filthy things in your ears, smirking as Felix asks why you've flushed red. So here you are sitting, in his shirt, on the shared bed looking into the vanity, observing the bruises that littered your neck. 

"Y/N!" Felix's voice calls from the living room, you paddle your way finding the boys all cuddled up on the couch, "Movie night", the boy grins at you. 

"You can sit here." Chan's voice rings true, almost like a demand and not a suggestion, patting the spot next to him. 

You don't hesitate, not when he's looking at you like he's going to devour you. You plop next to him, almost immediately surrounded by his warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you between his legs, back against his chest. His warmth wraps around you like a second skin, the cotton of his shirt soft against your body but doing little to shield you from the way his presence burns.

"Still sore from earlier?" he murmurs into your ear, his breath warm, his voice just for you. You tense, heat flooding your face. "You're so easy to mess with,"his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "That pretty little blush gives you away every time."

His hand move with purpose, fingers brushing slow circles along your inner thigh, grazing just close enough to make your muscles tighten. You shift, just slightly. His lips brush your temple.

��Don’t squirm, sweetheart,” he whispers, low enough that only you could hear. “You’ll give us away.”

Your breath catches, and your spine straightens slightly, trying to pretend everything is normal. That his hand isn’t inching higher beneath the blanket. That your thighs aren't already damp with anticipation. That Felix, only a cushion away, wasn’t occasionally glancing in your direction with wide, curious eyes.

Chan’s fingers dip between your legs, featherlight. You jerk softly, a quiet gasp slipping through your lips. His fingers pause, stroking the crease where your thigh met your core.

“Wet already?” His voice honeyed filth. “Fuck… I barely touched you.”

You bit your lip, nodding once. His smirk pressed to your jaw, the kind of smile he wore when he had complete control.

“I’m going to stretch you for me, now,” he murmurs, hand finally slipping beneath your underwear. “Right here, while they’re all watching the movie. You won’t make a sound… mkay?”

You barely shake your head before he presses a single finger inside, slow, deliberate, testing the stretch. You clench instinctively, a soft whimper barely stifled against your teeth.

“Good girl,” he breathes, the praise molten in your ears. “So tight already.”

He works you open with practiced ease, fingers curling, scissoring, stroking that spot that made your thighs tremble. Every time you flinch or whimper, he kisses your neck, humming against your skin like it soothed the ache he was creating. The wet sounds of his fingers thrusting slowly into you hidden beneath the soft rustle of the blanket and the TV’s audio, but it felt so obvious, so obscene.

Your hips rock involuntarily, and he rewards you by pressing a second finger inside. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, hard. Your hand grips the blanket like it might anchor you.

Then his fingers slip out.

You turn slightly to look at him, wide-eyed, confused, until you feel it. The press of him against your entrance, thick and hot through the cotton of his sweats, already freed beneath the blanket. Your breath hitches.

He leans down, mouth against your ear again. “Going to put it in now, baby. Stay quiet for me.”

He pushes into you slowly, his cock stretching you open so gradually that your thighs shook with restraint. Your eyes wander trying to focus on keeping quiet, you look upon, eyes falling on Felix. Just as you make eye contact, Chan bottoms out, buried deep, he groans against your neck, the sound low and rough.

“Fuck, you feel perfect. Always do.”

He doesn't move. Not right away. He just stays inside you, holding you tight, as if letting you feel every pulse of him nestled in your walls. Your body clenches helplessly around him, and his hand grips your waist.

“You’re squeezing me,” he chuckles darkly. “Don’t get greedy now.”

You feel lightheaded with the effort of staying still. Staying quiet. Eyes wide focused on Felix.

His gaze had drifted from the screen, attention landing on your face. You didn’t know what he saw, your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, the way your eyes glazed over, but his own face had bloomed red. He swallows visibly. His hand twitches toward his mouth, like he might hide a smile. And he didn’t look away.

Chan saw it. You knew he did. He shifts inside you, slow and deep, dragging against every sensitive inch. You make a noise, something between a gasp and a whimper, and Felix’s eyes widen just slightly.

“Good girl,” Chan growls softly, quiet enough that only you could hear. "Let him see me fucking his precious little friend."

You clench around him again, body betraying you. Chan bites down on your shoulder, just enough to make you jolt. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispers, voice thick. “Getting fucked with your little friend watching. You want to show him how pretty you are when I fuck you dumb?”

Your body answered before you could. He begins to move, slow and shallow, just enough to make you feel everything, but not enough to draw attention from the rest of the room. His rhythm, maddening, measured, intentional.

You're dripping, soaked around him, his cock dragging lazy thrusts as if he had all the time in the world to ruin you.

"Keep watching the movie," he teases darkly. "Unless you want them all to notice how good I’m fucking you."

You shake, trembling in his lap as your orgasm crept up, but he didn’t let you fall. Held you right at the edge. His hand reaches under the blanket again, thumb circling your clit just once, maybe twice, and you nearly come undone. You buckle slightly and moan into your hand, barely stifling the sound. Chan stilled.

“Too loud,” he warns with a growl, his cock twitching inside you. “Be good, go ahead.”

You nod, panting quietly through your nose, sweat beading at your temples. Your legs tremble.

Then he cums, sudden and hot, filling you with a groan buried into the crook of your neck. He didn’t pull out. Just held you tight, his cock buried deep, inside your soaked walls clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “Stay just like this.”

You melt against him, fucked-out and still full, his cum seeping slowly onto the couch. God, Minho was going to be so pissed about the couch.

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Week of wrestlemaina April 14th 2025 SierraNicole 2mins ago

(3) iMessages from Joshua 😩💗

Joshua😩💗

Joshua😩💗: damn little mama you look good on your story 😏 Joshua😩💗: come back up to the room and let me eyp👅🍯 Joshua😩💗: THE THINGGGGG I WANNA DO TO YOUUUU. You don't even know 😏 FUCK YOU SO FINE 🫠😩😩😩

Sierra🫧: your suppose to be in a meeting sir 🤨 Sierra 🫧: why you on your phone

Joshua😩💗: they aint start this shit yet now do I needa come down there or you gonna bring ya fine ass up here?

Sierra🫧: boy you better put your phone down plus I'm busy right now ion got time for you shenanigans 😂

Joshua 😩💗: really mama I compliment your fine feisty ass and you that's how you respond back?

Sierra🫧: Bae don't come down here messing with me  🙄 Read @10:12am

Sierra walked into hers and Jey's hotel room after finishing her morning workout while Jey was getting all his morning meetings and zoom calls done. So he was probably getting ready for his busy day today but when Sierra walked into the room fully hearing the shower on.

She walked over to her bag grabbing her clothes for a shower. She quietly entered the bathroom she set her towel down and sneak in the shower well at least she thought was being sneaky. Jey heard her the minute she walked into the room.

"Hey mama." He said before he turned around.

"Ugh you heard me." She said. He laughed shaking his head.

"Yeah I heard the door close when you walked in the room." He said. "Uhh whatever how were your meeting?" She asked. He pulled her to his chest her breast pressing against his chest. He completely ignored her question as his hand rest right on her waist he using his other hand to play with her boob. "Bae stop I'm all sweaty I really need to shower."

"You came in here interrupting my shower time and I told you I wanted a taste of that pussy but we can skip past that tonight." He said.

"You always wanna fuck." She says.

"I told you that's all I think about when I'm around your sexy ass so why don't you turn around for me and let daddy fuck that pretty pussy." Jey says turning her around and bending her over. He grabbed his hard 8 inch dick rubbing his tip on her wet moist folds.

Sierra gripped onto the shower railing holding herself up. She let out a raspy moan as he stretched her walls.

"F-ffuck jey." She moaned feeling every inch of him.

"You feel me mama?" He asked grabbing a handful of her curls.

"Yesss."

"Good take this dick." He said as began thrusting his hips her ass jiggle after every thrust. "Shit moving just like water mama." He said spanking her backside.

She moaned out his name reaching behind pushing on his lower stomach. He grabbed that arm holding behind her back as fucked her harder and faster balls deep. His balls hit her clit with every stroke.

Her wet macaroni walls creamed around him. He cursed under his breath as he watched himself disappear and appear in his dick glistening with her juice all over it.

"Fuck baby you wet my shit up."

She moaned his name feeling her legs giving out on her.

"Joshhh!" She cried as her peak began taking over.

"Hold it mama I'm almost there..fuck baby I'm finna nut in this pussy." He moaned. "You gonna have my babies?"

She was to dicknotized to speak. Her mouth opened but nothing but air came out. He smirked chuckling to himself enjoying the sight of her this weak under his hold.

"Answer pretty girl you gonna have my babies?" He asked.

"Yess daddy let's make a baby pleasee." She begged.

"Shit." He groaned as his balls tighten up and his dick twitch inside her his head fall back as she began clutching around him. "Fuck baby I'm deep in this pussy I can't pull out." He says.

"Then don't daddy cum in your pussy. Cum in my pretty pussy." She said. He pulled her back to his chest kissing on her neck hitting a new angle. "Oh Fuckkk daddy right thereeee please let me cum I'm so closeee daddyyy."

"You wanna cum on this dick pretty girl?" He asked as held onto her necks kissing behind her ear.

"Pleaseee daddy." She begged. He pulled out quickly turned her around and picked her up sliding her down on his length pinning her against the shower glass and fucked her senseless her pussy leaking as all over him.

"Fuck cum baby girl cum all over your dick." He said in her ear talking her through her peak saying all kinds of dirty things to her. She let out a whaling moan as she came all over him.

"Oh daddy fuck." She moaned feeling him shoot his warm nut in her guts. They stayed stilled catching their breath. Eventually after the caught their breath he slowly pulled out she let out small whimpered felling empty when he removed himself. He put her down on her own to feet.

"You okay baby?" He asked her.

"Yeah." She tells him as she nods her head. They began washing up then they got the shower getting dressed.

"Damn." Jey mumbled to himself as Sierra walked in front of the mirror fixing up her hair and applying her lip gloss. He was sitting on the edge of the bed where got the best view of her ass poking out right at him jiggling with every movement she made as she then began taking some pictures in the mirror.

"Baby take some pictures with me." She said turning to him.

"I thought we had to go?" He asked he stood up and stood behind her his hand on her hips giving them a tight squeeze.

"Yes after we take a few pictures." She said. They snapped few pictures before leaving heading to Jey's first interview with complex which was by himself. That interview took about a hour then they didn't have go far literally all they had to was go upstairs the 3rd floor where they met up with Jimmy for the twins interview together.

Sierra was sitting back stage minding her as she ate her a little snack while watching Jey's promo on the tv mounted on the wall when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She looked over her shoulder seeing Jaida with her friend.

"You must of fuck him to get your job back I'm surprised your still here after that last stunt you pulled." Jaida says folding her arms as she looks Sierra up and down.

" I mean I fuck him everyday and he fucks me real good I'm sure you know so what's your point you better go somewhere before I whoop yo' ass." Sierra said turning back around.

"Is that a threat?" Jaida intimidated her.

"No mama that's promise so move around." Sierra said as she rolled her eyes swishing her away with her hand.

"I promise you not whooping my ass."

"I promise I will and this gonna be my last warning before I put my hands on you cuz you about this close to getting that ass whoop." Sierra said as she stood up from her seat facing the two girls. She then looked at Jaida friend who clearly wanted nothing to do with any of this. " I suggest you get your friend."

"Jaida let's go it's not worth it girl." Her friends pulling Jaida by the arm away from Sierra. But it was long before someone else whistled at her interrupt her again.

"Damn ma you always that feisty?" Carmelo Hayes says as she turned to see who it was.

"First don't be whistling at me I ain't no animal and secondly who you and why you calling me ma?" She asked as that strong New York accent came out it honestly caught her by surprise.

"My bad,names Carmelo Hayes just wanted to introduce myself to you and let you how gorgeous you are." Carmelo said as stuck his hand out for her to shake. She looked down at his hand then back up at him. "Damn you not even gonna shake my hand that's fucked up."

"No offense but I don't know what you touch or who you been touching plus I have a man." Sierra says.

"You new to roster ma?" He asked.

"Do I look like jump off of turnbuckle." She answered. "And didn't I just say stop calling me them nicknames you ain't my man." She added feeling uncomfortable and cringed real bad.

"I'm just tryna get to know you."

"Well maybe she don't wanna get to know you uce." Jimmy said stepping in seeing how uncomfortable his sister-in-law was talking to his old rival.

"Ain't you married uce?" Carmelo asked Jimmy then turned back to Sierra and said "You dating this married man?"

"No dumbass you messing with the wrong girl. That's my brother girl and you ain't really meet him yall think I'm crazy nah twin real crazy." Jimmy tells him.

"Mane ain't nobody scared over here uce." Carmelo said.

"Alright don't let twin catch speaking to her again be lucky it was me for the first time." Jimmy said.

"Like I said ain't nobody scared of anyone but I'll catch you later pretty girl." Carmelo said causing Sierra to cringe hearing another man that wasn't Joshua call her that nickname. He walked away leaving Jimmy and Sierra alone.

"You good sis?" Jim asked.

"Yeah I'm good thanks." She says.

"No problem." He tells her as they hugged.

A few minutes had passed and Jey had showed up in the back room with them looking for Jimmy.

"Aye uce mom's looking for you." He tells his brother then looks at Sierra. "Why you got that look on your face?" He asked.

"What?"

"You got that look on your face like your annoyed something happened that I should know about?" He asked knowing his girlfriend to well to know it wasn't just nothing. Something clearly was bothering her.

"Nothing." She said. He looked her in her eyes nodding his head brushing it off. He decided he'll just try again later when they were alone.

"Come with me to my locker room." He said. She grabbed her purse off the table grabbing her trash and water carrying it with her. She through it out in the nearest trash can and of course there Jaida was standing by the door.

"It's a damn shame you gotta open your legs just to keep your job that's just sad." Jaida said.

"Aye Jaida watch your mouth talking about my lady like that she ain't have to shit to keep her job what we did ain't got shit to do with you." Jey said as he came a complete stop. Sierra stood beside with a smirk on her face as she watched her man defend her.

Jaida scoffed as she huffed and puffed walking away embarrassed that she just got check by him. Sierra stood on her toes kissing Jey's cheek.

"What was that all about Cece?" He asked her as he opened the door to his locker room.

"She came up to me earlier tryna be funny saying she was Surprised I still had my job and that I only fucked you to keep my job but I told her we fuck everyday." She said.

Jey chuckled as shook his head grabbing his belongings. "You just nasty little mama." He said lifting her chin with his finger kissing her. "My little nasty thing, but is that why you had that look on your face earlier."

"Yeah and because of Carmelo Hayes." She said.

"What about him?" Joshua asked as his eyes whole  demeanor changed. "Cmon baby what about Carmelo Hayes? What he do?" He asked giving her no time to even speak when first answered the question.

"Josh I'm not telling you until you calm down." She says.

"I am calm tell me." He said.

"Joshua no your not your ready to go find that man and take his head off." She said. "Baby relax he didn't do anything to me besides make me feel uncomfortable calling nicknames only you would call me I literally cringed plus Jimmy jumped in helping me out."

"Next time he come up to you and I ain't there's you call me." Jey says.

She gave him a smile. Seeing him all fired up about her turned her on real bad.  "Okay daddy." She mumbled.

"I'm deadass Sierra."

"Daddy okay I will call you next time he comes up to me." She said.

"Let's go can't have you here any longer some else gonna try and hit on you."  He said grabbing her hand she giggled but then he turned around picking her up throwing her over his shoulder.

"JOSH! You better put me down!" She shouted. He ignored her yells as she hit on his back.  "You really not gonna put me down?"

"Nope." He says smacking her butt causing her to yelp.

"Ouch!"

He smirked as the elevator came to a stop and the doors open. He walked to their rental opening the door smacking her ass one more time before putting her in her seat.

"I love you." He says kissing her and closed her door. He then got in on the driver side and began driving to their hotel where they arrived 20mins later and took a shower and went to bed before they had to wake up again in a few hours to catch their to Vegas.

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Kitchen Shenanigans

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kim Seokjin is hopelessly in love with his wife, and nights like this—messy, breathless, and full of stolen kisses—are proof he never plans to stop showing it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Seokjin x black!reader (married AU)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.3k

Warnings! FLUFF! pure fluff, established relationship, husband!Seokjin, playful flour fight, suggestive touching, sensual language, married domestic bliss

There are a lot of things you expected from marriage—laundry piles, late-night kisses, joint grocery shopping—but somehow, standing in your kitchen at 12:47 AM with flour in your bra was not on the list.

“Yah! You started it!” you squeal, ducking behind the island as Jin launches another handful of flour into the air.

He’s laughing so hard he’s bent over, hands on his knees, shoulders shaking. “You threw it first, baby! I’m just paying you back!”

You peek over the counter, grinning, hair a wild halo around your head. Your curls are dusted white at the tips, like someone went crazy with powdered sugar. You’re wearing one of his old shirts and panties, barefoot and flushed with heat and laughter.

He’s ridiculous. Tall and broad and handsome, even with flour smudged on his cheek, his dark hair messy from running his hands through it. His eyes crinkle when he smiles at you—that genuine, boyish smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

“You’re evil,” you accuse, trying to swipe flour off your arms. It just smears worse. “Look what you did to me!”

Jin saunters around the counter, wiggling his eyebrows. “I dunno, baby. I think you look pretty cute like this.”

He reaches for you, but you stick your tongue out at him, peeking just in time to catch his eye. He grins wickedly at you, and you know exactly what that look means.

You squeal again, turning to run, but he’s faster—always faster. His arms wrap around your waist from behind, catching you mid-sprint. You yelp, kicking your feet as he spins you around effortlessly. The kitchen spins, and then he’s setting you down.

He dips his head, grinning like a devil. “Got you,” he murmurs against your ear, voice low and smug.

You’re laughing too hard to fight him off, hands clumsily gripping his forearms. He’s all warm muscle and strength, and you’re no match for him. He walks you backward until your hips bump the counter, trapping you between the cold marble and his warm, solid chest.

The world tilts. The air shifts.

It gets quiet.

His hands stay at your waist, but his grip softens, thumbs stroking little circles into your sides. Your breathing slows, chests brushing with every inhale. Your curls tickle his chin, and you can feel his heart thudding against your back.

You glance up at him, tilting your head. There’s flour in your hair, and your eyes are sparkling, and Seokjin thinks he’s seeing heaven in human form.

He leans forward, and you think he’s about to kiss you, but he stops a breath away. His breath ghosts over your lip, dark eyes soft and fond as he watches you, flour streaked across your face.

You lick your lips. His eyes dip to them, and he swallows hard.

“Hi,” you whisper, a little breathless.

His grin softens into something sweeter. "Hi."

Then, without another word, he lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing at all.

You gasp, hands gripping the edge for balance, but he steps between your knees before you can protest. His hands slide up your thighs, warm and sure, and he leans in again to kiss the tip of your nose.

“You drive me crazy,” he says, voice low and fond, and you can’t help but smile. His hands are warm and gentle on your thighs, and your knees brush his sides.

“You like it,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yeah,” he says, nuzzling your throat. “I really, really do.”

He presses a soft kiss to your jaw, and then another one, and another. You tilt your head back, letting him work, eyes fluttering shut as his lips brush your skin. His touch is so gentle you almost shiver.

“Jin,” you murmur, and his name is enough.

Before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you.

It starts slow—soft, teasing, mouths brushing like the idea of a kiss. But then you tug him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he groans into your mouth, deepening it. His hands grip your thighs, squeezing like he can’t get enough of you.

He tastes like chocolate. He smells like flour and vanilla and the faint, woodsy cologne you gave him for Christmas last year. You run your fingers through his hair and tug him closer, kissing him slow and sweet.

His hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheekbone, and you nudge your knees wider, letting him sink closer to you. The counter is cold at your thighs, but Seokjin is warm and solid against you.

You feel him smiling into the kiss, and you smile too, brushing your nose against his. He kisses the corner of your mouth, and then you’re kissing again, slow and sweet. You hum against him, tangling your fingers in his hair, feeling the way he presses into you. His tongue brushes against yours, hot and lazy, like he’s savoring you.

When he shifts his hips forward, you feel it—hard and hot against your inner thigh. You gasp against his mouth, but he just hums, nipping your bottom lip gently. He does it again, this time with more pressure, and a moan slips out of you before you can stop it.

He groans in response, hips jerking against yours. You feel him hard and heavy between your thighs, and you whine into his mouth, shifting closer.

“Bedroom?” he asks, pulling back enough to look at you.

“Fuck yes,” you say immediately, and Jin’s eyes darken.

He kisses you again—hard and fast and filthy, just how you like it. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you cling to him, kissing him back just as desperately. He groans, low and desperate, and lifts you off the counter with one smooth motion. You squeal, arms looping around his neck as he bounces you once, twice—carrying you like it's the easiest thing in the world.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he says, grinning against your temple.

You giggle, dizzy and in love and a little breathless, resting your forehead against his.

“You’re covered in flour,” you tease, laughing as you rub the smudge on his cheek with your thumb.

“You’re worse,” he counters, nipping at your jaw.

You’re still laughing when he kicks the bedroom door open with his foot, depositing you onto the bed with a playful growl. The mattress bounces under you, and you yelp, sprawled out and grinning up at him.

He pulls his shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him, revealing warm golden skin and the toned muscles you can never stop staring at.

“You’re staring,” he teases, crawling onto the bed toward you.

“Can you blame me?” you shoot back, smirking.

He grabs your ankle, dragging you closer with a wicked glint in his eye. “mine,” he growls playfully, kissing your knee, your thigh, nipping lightly at the soft skin.

Your breath catches, your hands finding his hair again as he moves higher, lips grazing the hem of your panties.

“Jin,” you whimper, hips lifting instinctively.

He looks up at you from under his lashes, eyes dark and heavy with want.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough.

And he does. He always has.

Marriage isn't perfect. There were laundry piles, and grocery lists, and nights where you argued about stupid things like who left the milk out. But there were also nights like this—where love fills every crack in the walls, every heartbeat, every breath.

Where you loved each other so much, it was dizzying.

And God, you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You pull him up to you, mouths crashing together again, hands roaming, bodies desperate to be closer, closer, closer. He grinds into you, hard and aching, and you moan into his mouth, tugging him down so your bodies press perfectly together.

“Tell me you love me,” he pants against your lips, voice shaking.

“I love you,” you whisper without hesitation, cradling his face in your hands.

His eyes soften—sweet, vulnerable Jin. Your Jin. He kisses you again, pouring every ounce of love he has into it, into you.

And somewhere between the giggles, the flour, and the kisses, you realize—

Midnight baking disasters might just be your new favorite thing.

— Moon ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

[nix-illustrating]

STRAWBERRY AND CIGARETTES'S AU SONIC DESIGN DROP!

Ask and you shall receive! We're getting onto that Sonadow Celebrity Exes AU. More info under the cut

So! This is Sonic's design! Hope it was worth the wait, Shadow is also coming, probably this next weekend with his own cover and then we can get into comics, shenanigans and side characters. This is also an AU open for Asks, so if you wanna tell the characters anything or want to see a specific thing, send an ask, don't be shy 😉

Now some info on Sonic:

He's 23yo in the present timeline of the comic

He's Transmasc

He's a Pop Star and an Actor (but almost only listens to Rock)

He disappeared from the public eye just after turning 22yo after him and Shadow had a bad break up

He... did not cope well with the break up. Like, at all.

He's insanely popular, like selling out World Tours type shit, but when he was younger his focus was a lot more in acting than music

Now his style is very a mix of sensual, angry and gothic Pop, but he used to be a lot more classic preppy and cliche pop before the one year break

His relationship with Tails is in a... weird place, let's say

Publically hates on Shadow and his work. He takes bitter ex no a whole other level

Party Animal nowadays

Handles his social media personally. His PR tram HATES that

I think this is it for our first introduction to him! And, if you made it here, here's a little secret: the Qr Code leads to a Playlist I made based on his character and arc 😉

Just in case it stops working, here's the link to it, I'll try to keep it update, but just warn me if it isn't and I'll update it (small warning that the Playlist isn't 100% sfw, but I also don't consider anything in there explicit)

Also, if you're feeling generous, maybe give this a bit of love on tt? My account there is not good at getting posts rolling, so I'd be eternally grateful for a reblog there 🥰

[petitepatateuwu]

I still have time to hyperfixate on fnaf, don't worry ^^

And yes I am totally normal about Pirate Bonnie I mean Captain Foxy 😐

Now if you don't mind I came up with a pirate au inspired by the kid's cove posters in security breach. *Ahem*

Foxy is basically Knucles the Dread from Sonic Prime if you've seen it. A once renowned captain who lost his ship and his crew after a much too ambitious treasure hunt, and who now has to start everything from scratch. He is fairly older than Freddy and Bonnie.

Freddy is a young man who ran away from his home. He is a big fan of Captain Foxy and has the chance to become his first recruit of his second crew. He's an enthousiastic and motivated fellow, but he is a bit clumsy and reckless, which caused him to get scolded by his captain a few times.

These few times would however completely dissapear after Bonnie joined the crew. While trying to board another ship, the bunny immediately offered them his help in exchange of which he asked to go with them. Turns out he was kidnapped at a young age and has been sold from one ship to another all his life. And the reason why no one could keep him for long? An irritabely nonchalent behavior, a hearing loss problem that made communicating orders incredibly difficult, and a bad habit to sing horrible shanties out loud at any hour. All of these is working on Captain Foxy's nerves, and he wouldn't be against getting rid of that smug rabbit, but he really needs crewmembers. Plus this kid is working willingly for him, saying he's in his debt for getting him out of his previous confition, he can't just abbandon him on an island, right?

Chica, as seen on the posters is a lovely (?) siren who has one thing on her mind: her next meal. Though sirens usually hunt in packs, she is never seen with another of her kind and chases her food in solo (but I'm sure that's not an important plot point ^^). One day she tries her luck with the members of a ridiculously small fleet, only to face a pratically deaf rabbit and a well experienced pirate with his ears covered in bees wax. But these annoying creatures brought with them Chica's new obsession: the double crust extra cheesy captain's specialty sea pizza. If she eats this crew, she would never get another one, but if she just lets them go, she won't either. So she gets herself a portable aquarium on the ship and travels with her new pizza making buddies who were totally not threatened to let her on board.

Eventually I want this to have a plot and to go somewhere, but for now this is all I've got. You're free to ask questions or to suggest all kinds of shenanigans if you want ✌️

[banana-can-do-art]

Omg Twst is kind of like a Disney creepy pasta, except as much as the concept of overblots is horrifying they designs slay too hard to be scary. Like yes I know that everytime someone overblots they are having a mental breakdown and they and everyone in their immediate vicinity is in danger of dying, but like omg those character designs. Like they’re soooo freaking pretty! I gotta say Vil has to have one of my favorite OB designs. Maybe in a way he got his wish then? People love him, although I guess his OB is still in the role of the villain soooo. I also absolutely adore Riddle’s overblot design. Like in super biased because obviously Riddle is my favorite but like still that absolutely slays. Not to mention he has the first overblot so he slays with a shock factors. Also as much as I love Azul’s design one of my first thoughts when I saw it was oh no that’s going to attract some ppl that into some interesting things 😭.

LeoVil divorced right before the main plot line. I mean, did you see the comic in the second manga anthology where Vil gets him to model with him because his original partner couldn’t make it. Like I can’t. Also why does bro keep calling Leona nothing but a pretty face. There is no heterosexual explanation for those lines. Also every interaction they have in fairy gala lmao.

HELL YEEEEEAAAAAH!!! I need the Eda and Raine spinoff. That way not only could we focus on the adorableness that is Raeda, because I adore that ship. But also we could see more of how Lilith’s jealousy developed. Like I would love to have an episode dedicated to diving deep into why she was so easily to manipulate and recruit to the emporers coven, why she was so desperate that she was willing to cure her own sister. I mean I know it’s implied through subtext, she had a mother who didn’t pay much attention to her since she was always focused on her other daughter bc Eda always needed more attention, so Lilith craved importance and attention as a result, and all the while she was being fed a steady stream of propaganda about how great the emporers coven is. Plus, she’s always been an obedient girl who listens to authority, so of course she would believe what she was told, she let the system take advantage of her and eventually became part of it. We could also explore you he Darius, Odalia, and Alador and see how they came to be. For instance it seems like those three all used to be friends but now Alador and Darius hate each other (and maybe like like each other a bit too tho lol) but how did things end up like this, and was Odalia always the way she is now, or was she like Amity once? Is perpetuating some kind of generational trauma cycle. (Odalia is so Mrs. Rosehearts core lol). I would also love to see a spinoff where each episode features a different golden guard and we get to see each of their stories and how they differ from person to person and how Belos slowly changed his methods overtime and then we’d also get more lore on how grim walkers work which I’m super curious about. Another spinoff I’d love to see is one detailing Vee’s time at camp. I’d love to know what she got up to there and how her relationship with her her friends and her crush on masha is. There is so much potential for hiding that she is a basalisk and reverse isekai shenanigans as well as the angst potential from all of that. And then of course there’s the idea of a sequel show like Steven Universe Future where we’d get to see how the characters are doing while repairing their post Belos world after the original show is over. We do kind of have this as a fan project if you’ve seen any of the owl house revived on YouTube because that whole thing is super cool you should look it up if you haven’t. Anyway while all of that’s pretty unrealistic, I’m still super excited to see Dana’s full creative freedom shine in knights of Guinevere especially since she’ll be able to go full horror mode and I’m all for that.

Yeah, I mean, there are a few non visual novels I’ve watch playthroughs of like the Stanley parable, and most recently Mouthwashing which omg that game is craaaaazy, but both of those are still super story oriented, it’s pretty hard for me to sit through watching someone play a game that even if it has a good story is also super gameplay heave bc cu need to do that myself to be engaged, but at the same time there’s a lot of games that I suck mythically at the mechanics of so I don’t have much of a choice but to watch playthroughs if I want the full story lol.

He did get domesticated lol. I don’t think I made up that phrase about him tho I’m pretty sure I heard it somewhere from someone talking about him lol.

Guys, I love the heartslabyul dream arc and I understand they probably did the order for plot reasons so they could have certain characters in some dreams and not in others but like… THE CHARACTERS NAMES ARE 1234 AND YOU DID THE DREAM ORDER AS 2413!!! WHAT?!?! On that note actually, why is Trey named Trey and Cater named Cater? Because rank in the dorm wise we have 1 and 2 as the freshmen and then you would think that the normal junior would be 3 and then the vice housewarden would be 4 but noooo the normal junior is 4 and the vice housewarden is 3. How does this make any sense? This puts the power order at 1243! I’m not saying Cater should have been vice, I’m saying Trey and Cater should have swapped names. Like I’m sorry, your characters names are 1234 and you couldn’t even do us the basic courtesy of ordering them properly?!?! Am I the only one bamboozled by this? (I saw opportunity to use the word bamboozled, I took opportunity to use the word bamboozled. Now I have used the word bamboozled even more times you see.) idk maybe it’s supposed to be weird because it’s Alice in Wonderland or something but come on!!!

[mirensiart]

⚘️⚘️⚘️

Roses for the lady! (Talk about whatever you wish :D)

ehehehe thank you!!!!

I'm gonna use this instance to yap about an original character of mine that I'm very fond of lol

my friend (he's not very active on tumblr but I'm tagging him anyway!) @31-radical has an original story where half the cast is a supernatural being, very fun story 10/10 characters

anyway, since alex is super cool, he let me include an OC to his story and we developed this dude together and it's been SO FUN

Ok so meet Jack! at a simple glance he's a normal dude, normal anthro doggo in an anthro world, no biggie

he has no memory of his childhood or how he lost his eye but hey! it happens! Jack is best friends with Colby (one of Alex's characters) who's entire thing is to hunt supernatural beings lmao

Jack is an skeptic, doesn't believe supernatural beings exists, believes colby is just bullshitting everything or likes hanging around when Colby's working

thing is Jack is (or was) a supernatural being lmao he was a hellhound! he worked under Cerberus himself, and had a small gate in hell to guard, especially from demons trying to escape from hell

now Jack is very dumb and kept fucking up his work! he also has a blind eye thanks to an encounter with a very angry demon! so sometimes demons get past him from his blind side!

anyway, Cerberus basically fires him, and yeets him to the mortal realm as punishment, to live as a normal mortal, with no memories of his previous life or powers

thing is, he still has that supernatural thing going on despite being "mortal" aka he is immortal lmao

Jack doesn't know this though! but Colby does lmao Alex and i like the idea that the fact Jack is immortal is cause whenever he dies his soul gets sent to hell and Cerberus doesn't let it in and kicks it out back to his mortal body mao

anyway, he keeps dying when hanging with Colby whenever Colby is doing dangerous jobs, but never remembers lmao Colby just thinks it's funny af and uses Jack's immortalness for shenanigans

Jack does revert into hellhound mode when in extreme distress or anger, which doesn't happen often but when it does shit happens lmao

anyway here's the guy ever:

his hellhound self is also veeeeeeeery tall, like 8feet tall vs his mortal self being like 6feet tall-ish

anyway, i know Alex has his story on hiatus, but this guy and colby's shenanigans will forever be my fave thing ever lmao

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Running joke should be that Ford keeps missing the fact that his nibling is not human by over focusing on the fact that Stan is not letting him be an uncle :(

He wants to Uncle so badly, why won’t Stan let him uncle :(

Also Stan would hate Pioneer day and would team up with Emma-May and Shifty to turn it into vandalism day

Ford and Fidds have to defend the Pioneer day by chasing after them and quickly trying to undo their shenanigans

It's like those scenes where a person has their back turned toward some crazy shenanigans, and every time they turn around its suddenly normal. That's Ford and Shifty here.

The funniest thing about pioneer day to me is how Stan can't fight it, even though everything's so old timey. He gets thrown into the stock every year, no matter what he does. He hates it. Now Emma-May gets to join him, or spends the day leaning on the stocks and taking about how farmers bred crops and such over the years. No wait, Emma-May gets 'burned at the stake' every year for her witch craft (science) that's just her getting tied to a pole while kids run around with fire colored streamers and scream or something. Every year she comes very close to accidentally getting for real burned, and no one ever learns anything from this.

Ford spends his pioneer day throwing tomatoes at Stan until he gets stocked for his modern crimes, while fiddleford scrambles in the background to put out whatever arson related hijinks are happening.

[wakkiwitch]

Some Thunderbolts tropes that I think would be really funny coming from someone who wasn't around for 2012 Avengers era.

- Yelena has a pet guinea pig that she lets free roam the tower, everyone is shocked at how it's still alive.

- Bob is just confused, all the time. But he's got the spirit and just goes along with it anyway.

- Everyone else shit-talks John in Russian in front of him and he gets really butthurt about it.

- Yelena and Ava ask Bucky to fix their vehicles and Alexei gets mad that they don't ask him first even though he sucks at cars.

- Val keeps trying to do nice things for them to get on their good side but nobody buys it. But then when someone else does something nice that everyone appreciates she immediately takes the credit.

- Ava, true to her name, drifts through the tower like a cryptid. Sometimes she will follow them from room to room, other times she disappears for days at a time and they think she left before she materializes in the kitchen with a Pop tart.

- Bucky is the only one who works a 9-5, everyone else goofs off all day.

- Yelena and Bob are the masterminds behind most of the shenanigans that happen, but it's mainly Yelena planning it and Bob just wanting to be included. Ava vocalizes her disapproval but makes no move to stop them.

- John and Ava fight the others on the cleanliness of the tower.

- Obviously Alpine is there and rules the place. John gets mad at Alpine being a cat and every time it happens Bucky threatens to maim him.

- Sam visits from time to time, and John and Alexei both feel the need to one-up him on everything.

Feel free to add anything!

[apple-yan]

The Problem With Generosity

Fae Prince Saffron (male Yandere) x G/N Reader

TW : Yandere, Fae shenanigans, Family death, reader smokes

Apple's Note : if you would like me to label specific triggers in my yandere writing, please feel free to ask me to. Thank you.

You were always taught to be a caring and considerate child growing up. Sharing your toys and snacks without being asked, giving up your turn on the swing for a younger child, even letting a classmate have your favorite backpack charm.

All this, and just because you had always been told by your grandmother that it was polite to give to others. That doing the right thing mattered more than getting what you wanted. You knew (you hoped) that eventually your kind actions and selfless behavior would be repayed, and so you remained patient.

When you turned twelve years old your family moved to a new house in a new town, closer to your grandmother. Whilst helping her water her garden (as you so often offered) she warned you that Fae Folk lived in the woods surrounding the small town, and that you should never do anything to offend them.

Considering your Grandmother's advice, and your giving attitude, you instantly thought of a solution to make the fae like you. Each night, before you'd go to bed, you would sneak into the backyard and leave a candy and a handwritten note just by the edge of the trees.

"I hope we can be friends someday!"

If only you had known just how well your plan had worked on the redheaded boy watching you from the branches.

---

It had been years since you had visited your parents house, and the wet cold of the area was something you thought you'd never adjust to whenever you visited home. Though it never snowed in this area, the frigid wind and the soggy ground made for an awful time walking between your parked car and your childhood home.

You had come back to town for your grandmother's funeral. It honestly shocked you how long she had made it, living on her own until 98. You had seen this coming for a while, but you couldn't help the tears when your mother had called with the news.

Your father was a wreck, as much as he didn't show it, so you did your best to make things easier on him. You had been the one to arrange the majority of the funeral planning, including the hotel reservations for the family that would have to fly in.

As you walked towards the entrance of your parent's house, knowing full well where the spare key was and that they were both asleep and would greet you in the morning, you were surprised to see your favorite childhood candy sitting on the table beside the front door. Next to the candy, there was a handwritten note, "Welcome back, (Y/N)!"

You smile, how thoughtful of your parents to leave you a gift even though they couldn't stay awake to greet you. You pop the piece of candy in your mouth as you quietly make your way inside, luggage in tow.

Somewhere distantly, you almost think you hear wind chimes.

---

The service and memorial had been tiring, a three hour passive aggression competition between your aunts and uncles who had never even visited your grandmother in her old age.

As each of them gave speeches about how wise and kind she was and how they didn't know how they could go on without her, you had begun counting the seconds on the clock.

You were unsurprised when there were people attending who you hadn't known. High school and university friends of hers, book club members, neighbors and people in the community who she had helped in various ways in her charitable old age.

One such guest had caught your attention though. A man with striking red hair and green eyes. You don't think you've ever seen him in town before, but then again it has been years. You find yourself wondering who he is, and who your grandmother was to him.

Eventually it was time to get leaving, and as everyone funneled out you caught him staring at you just the same way you had stared at him. Something about his eyes felt strangely familiar.

---

Sometimes when around family for too long, you needed time to yourself. Somewhere to escape to, to cool off.

The family had all gathered in your parents' house after the funeral, and you found yourself becoming frustrated quite quickly with the conversations being had. "Who gets the house?", "Did she have life insurance?", "She told me that ring would be mine!" blah, blah, blahblahblah.

You were sick of it. Such selfish people taking advantage of their own mother even after she was dead. You excused yourself to have a smoke outside.

After a long drag, you heard what sound like a wind chime coming from the forest, and you glanced up from your phone to see the redheaded man standing just a bit to close for comfort. Startled, you dropped your cigarette and phone while jumping back, your heart-rate going a mile a minute.

"W-Who-?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spook ya. You may call me Saffron. I'm deeply sorry for your loss, Helen was a wonderful woman."

Calming down, you nodded. He must have joined the dozens of nameless faces that had piled in to your father's family room after the service. "Thanks. Uh, how'd you know her?"

"She lived here a long time, her and my family were... acquainted." He smiles, "We live a bit outside of town, past the woods, so you and I must have never really bumped paths. How strange."

You nodded, pretending to listen while you pick up your phone and now muddy cigarette, putting the cigarette in your pocket to throw away later.

"Ah, by the way, I didn't catch it earlier, may I have your name?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's (Y/N)."

"Great. I was waiting for you to give it to me. You have always been so generous, haven't you?"

When you had glanced back up from wiping dirt off your phone screen and seen the pointed ears and impossibly bright eyes, it was already too late for second guessing.

[kawacake]

OFFSIDE CRUSH | “Fuck it, THIS IS our happy ending.”

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Dailysoccer

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Dailysoccer Sooo… Nagi Seishiro and Blue Lock’s PR Manager Y/n L/n are allegedly OFFICIALLY a thing now? Sources claim the soft launch is over and the situation-ship has evolved. Love won or professionalism lost?

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reoofficial This account will never not pmo

user707 SHE’S LITERALLY MY QUEEN I LOVE THEM IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM

teaforyukimiya one couple and the whole internet collapses…

reoofficial cause they’re really like that

user221 “Love won or professionalism lost” WHY NOT BOTH??

user593 This is the first game Nagi’s ever cared about winning

sleepyseishiro I always care about winning 🌚

ChigiriH "Love won" yeah, and professionalism got benched

clutchyoichi soft launch? bro never even locked the door

megumonster LITERALLY

user233 If my PR manager looked like Y/n I’d be in love too, let’s be honest.

yourinstagram STAWP GOT ME GIGGLING AND STUFF 🤭

“It’s kinda weird that it’s just us out here this time,” you say as Nagi held onto your hand as if he were to let go you’d disappear. “Bachira’s not spouting nonsense, Isagi isn’t entertaining Bachiras shenanigans, and Reo isn’t yelling at all of us.” You finished your sentence as Nagi let out an amused ‘hm’

You both walked in silence for a bit, the glow of the arcade lights the ones that blinking softly in the background when you and him shared your first kiss, casting your shadows over the cracked pavement.

“I don’t hate it,” Nagi mumbled, swinging your intertwined hands slightly. “I mean… it’s nice. Just you.” You turned to look at him, eyebrow raised. “Just me?” He nodded. “I used to hate extra stuff… all the noise, the emotions, everything. It felt like effort.”

His voice dipped as he looked at you, completely serious now. “Then you happened now I want everything.” You blinked, heart pounding. “Even me calling you ‘my sleepy boyfriend’ in public?” A smile cracked on his face, real and soft. “A tad bit corny but…especially that.”

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yourinstagram not fired, ego approved my, still hot, still employed, we up!

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sleepyseishiro 🤍

yourinstagram yawl he’s literally obsessed with me 😛

reoofficial Literally.

rinwrecks prayed for days like this

yourinstagram HELP IDK IF I SHOULD BE HAPPY OR IN PURE SHOCK YOU SAID THIS

rinwrecks just smile and nod, smile and nod

megumonster nah bc why he smile like you told him you got snacks in the bag

yourinstagram i did and he smiled harder

clutchyoichi so we just surviving scandals and being fine now?? ok😛🙌

reoofficial it’s giving “media trained and moisturized”

ChigiriH y’all look illegally cute…i’m calling Ego back

yourinstagram tell him i’m booked

user707 wait. WAIT that’s the same hoodie from the fair???

sleepyseishiro maybe

yourinstagram he’s sentimental yawl…

clutchyoichi we need a docuseries “Surviving Ego: The Love Story”

rinwrecks executive produced by me

megumonster this why i never trusted HR she too powerful

yourinstagram HR is me now fear me

yourinstagram how could someone not love a face like his I truly love him 🤍

Fun Facts 🤍:

Rin typing “prayed for days like this” was the first time he openly admitted he supported them EVERYONE was SHOCKED

The first picture on the rooftop was taken by Reo, who kept yelling “serve face or I’m deleting this app!”

Isagi is currently keeping a running Google Doc titled “Things Y/n Shouldn’t Get Fired For But Almost Did.”

Reo’s “literally” comment had over 500K likes within an hour. He said, “I should be verified just for this.”

SINCE THIS FIC IS TECHNICALLY FINISHED (making little side post for it because I literally love this smau) I’LL BE MAKING ANOTHER BLLK ONE SOON (Kaiser) BUT TILL THEN YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT MY OTHER WORKS AND ALSO MY “MORE ABOUT ME” I’m pretty cool or wtv anyways I hope you enjoyed I literally love everyone for the support and more 🥹🩷

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[winters-many-muses]

Dabi had enough of the league’s shenanigans and was sipping coffee near the bar lounge, talking with the only reasonable person there—Kurogiri. A groan left him when Toga announced her presence by kicking open the door, “ I'm not fucing paying for that new door, ” Dabi muttered off-handedly, not even looking back at her when she said she had a surprise for the league—Even Kurogiri told him to look over.

And finally he did. He glanced over, swirling his bar seat around just to stop dead in his fucking tracks.

a fucking bird is what she got them.

AN AVIAN, BY THE WAY.

“ Toga, what the fuck. ”

— @resurrecthemuses [ bird handler ! dabi and avian ! hawks because my mind won't stop with them ]

To say he was displeased… Is the ultimate understatement, wings banded together, talons wrapped up like he was some christmas present stuck in a little cage to top it all off. He was extremely unhappy and this wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He had a mission to complete, not get kidnapped!

“Shiggy told me to get…” Toga tapped her nail against her lips, a small pout forming as she tried to remember before sighing, shrugging, “I can’t remember, but I did get something! See! A pretty bird… Isn’t he soooo preeetty~~~?” She questioned, tapping her nail against the metal of the cage…

Only for Hawks to snap his jaw at her, writhing in a cage too small for him. Maybe he’d lose the appeal if he acted feral, untamed. People sometimes lost interest in using him as a pawn if he acted untamed, “Let me go!!” He snapped, trying to break the things clamping his wings, they were uncomfortable, and his talons need to be free, the metal that had been awkwardly bent around him digging in, making this situation more unpleasant.