#i am once again making a nothing post to complain in the tags

[burger-louise]

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[kaysungshine]

𝓛𝓸𝓯𝓲 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 ♡

{ Pairing } - Producer.bf!Jisung x afab.gf!reader

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/f/d(dark)*, PWP, established relationship

{ Synopsis } - Your boyfriend doesn't know any other method of stress relief, other than creating music. He can get so consumed by it, it can become the stressor. So you decide to present him with a new method. That's how you found yourself walking down the street in nothing but lingerie and a long coat.

{ WC } - 2.9k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, *forced orgasm/slight dubcon if you squint, everything is consensual but there is begging for more when reader might be at her limit so that's why I'm including dubcon (for those who may find it triggering)*, use of pet names (baby, angel, mine, my love, good girl & Ji), very lowkey needy/soft dom & romantic sub dynamic, worshipping reader, oral (f. recieving), squirting, overstimulation, unprotected piv (do as I say & not as I write, pee after sex too!), creampie, cum feeding & eating, fingers in mouth, pussy worship, I may just have gotten carried away with oral fixations okay? FORGIVE ME.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I originally was going to post a Hyunjin oneshot next, but I wanted to finish this one in time for Jiji's birthday! It's 2 am on the 14th where I am heheh. Hopefully you all like it. Han producing music will always be hot asf for me personally lmao. Barely proofread.

The air was cool, seeping underneath your long wool coat. In any other circumstance, on a late fall night, the coat would be enough to keep the chill out. Today however, it wouldn't. But you still kept walking, determined to make it to Jisungs studio. 

You focused on the clicking of the heels on the boots you wore. And the sound of the wind picking up, signalling a blustery night ahead. The small sounds calm your nerves. 

You were anxious about Jisung's reaction, he was in one of his moods again. You understand, you truly do. Juggling everything he has to on his plate, it was no easy feat. There were times he'd just let that dark veil take over, and shut everyone out without even meaning to. 

You knew he was in that state again when you hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. It wasn't for lack of effort on your end either. Every phone call sent to voicemail, every text sent by you was met with the same response;

'At the studio, I'll text you after, angel'.

You knew it was time for intervention when Chan texted you that he was only coming home, at 2 in the morning no less, to shower and change. No eating, no resting, just back to the studio afterwards.

This had happened twice before in the almost year you've been dating. Each time you remember talking with him afterwards, he always said the same thing;

'making music is my stress relief.'

That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is also a workaholic. One who easily gets lost in the creative space he has built a career off of. And once that diligence sets in, it's hard to shake off. 

So here you are, ready to try a new approach. Ready to offer a new kind of relief. An alternative. 

You and Jisungs sex life was far from boring. Far from infrequent, you'd say too. But it surely was more... monotonous. You'd never complain about it, and neither would he. There was nothing wrong with it. It just happened at the 'perfect' times in your relationship. 

Before bed, after date nights, on monthly anniversaries, to express massive amounts of love, etc. 

It was never to celebrate happiness, calm anger, or comfort sadness. Never to relieve stress. 

You were determined to change that. There was no reason you could not help him in any way you could. And in this aspect, you knew you could. 

Still, you were nervous. This would be new, he never did well with new. 

Your footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind in your ears. Until you pressed your badge against the card reader, listening to the beeps, to the gears unlock. 

Once inside the lobby, the clinking of your heels against the vinyl tile filled your ears. Each step matches the thumping in your heart, you find yourself speed walking.

 You smiled and gave a little wave to the staff in the lobby, and they returned it. 

In the elevator, the sound of its melodic music filled your ears next. The whirring background noise the machinery made, stopped, as you reached your desired floor. 

There was silence when you stepped off. The flooring is carpeted now, and soundproof rooms lined the hallway leaving the night quiet. 

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door you knew was your boyfriend's. It was unlocked, thankfully. 

You let yourself in, seeing the silhouette of your boyfriends back facing the door in the blue lighting. 

He was all about ambiance in this facet of life, having LED's lining the ceiling. The only source of light in the room, besides the glowing screens of his monitors. 

He was sat in his chair, headphones on, hood up, head nodding in tandem with his fingers tapping. 

You took the opportunity to slide your boots off. Opting to keep your coat on, you brushed your hair over one shoulder. You took your badge from around your neck, and tossed it on the leather couch that was against the wall. 

Padding your way over to him, you place your hand on his shoulder lightly. He tenses under your touch, and turns his head. He's frowning when he first faces you, eyebrow furrowed together. 

When he sees you though, he softens. The corners of his mouth slightly upturning to a small smile. 

"Baby..." He whispers, sliding his head phones off. Soft lofi music is filling the room from them. 

He grabs your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He's pressing soft kisses to your palm, and placing it on his cheek. 

"It's late my angel, why are you here?" He says in a husky voice with more volume. 

Your heart flutters at his gentleness, and you bend down to press your own lips to the top of his head. A musky, yet spicy vanilla scent fills your nostrils. His scent. 

"I'm here to help you baby." You murmur to him softly. 

That caught his attention. He fully swivelled around to face you, taking both of your hands in his. He gazed up into your eyes, a curious look on his face. 

You smiled down on him, feeling nothing but love for this man. You'd relax him in any way you can. You placed a hand on each side of his face, bending down again. No more words were said as you kissed him. As your hands slid down his neck, his found themselves on yours, pulling you closer to him. Matching your eagerness.

You let your hands fully slide off him, and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your trembling fingers were working the buttons on your coat. One by one, releasing the fabric from your bare skin. 

You stood up, letting the coat fall from your shoulders.

Jisung lets out a soft gasp, and licks his lips. 

Exposed to him, was his favorite lingerie you owned. It was a bra and panty set, satin and lace. Revealing. 

All white. 

Your boyfriends favorite part. He always said that the contrast against your melanated skin was a work of art. He joked about commissioning Hyunjin, if he didn't have to see you essentially naked.

So here you stood before him, presenting yourself to him. Silently willing him to do as he pleases. To take your body and use you to decompress. You were too nervous to say it.

He traces the swell of your breast with a finger, curving around the delicate lace. It's a simple touch, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps blooming on your skin. 

"So sexy." He mumbles, eyes roving your whole body. 

He stands up, kissing you desperately, and walking you back to the couch. Your knees hit the back of it, and you're forced to sit. Lips ripping away from his, panting at the desire in his eyes. 

All your nerves were gone. New or not, it would never change the fact that Jisung craved you as much as you craved him. 

He held himself up with his hands on the back of the couch, and hovered above you for a moment looking you in the eyes. 

Then he was sinking to the ground, on his knees, between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs, making them pliant with soft kisses, before he spreads them open. Your pussy is glistening behind the lace, and he licks his lips again. 

His hand glides from your thigh, to your heat. Thumb brushing against that sensitive bud, the friction eliciting a whine from you. 

His eyes snap up to you, and he holds your gaze as his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core. The tip of it flicking deliciously against your sensitive clit. 

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste of you, "All for me?"

You moan at his tongue swiping against you again, and again, "All for you, my love." 

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, and he peels them off you. He's whimpering, watching as strings of your arousal stick to them. The cool air is hitting your sex, before puffs of hot air from his mouth is. And you're shivering again at the sensation. 

A gasp escapes you when his tongue slides between your folds. Lapping up your juices, and suckling at that bundle of nerves. You listen to the wet sounds his mouth is making against you, along with the broken melody coming from his head set. You get lost in it. 

Your hand finds his hair, and you're grinding against his mouth. He's whimpering and moaning with you, one hand palming at his bulge. The other has fingers teasing your entrance. 

You let out a loud moan when two fingers push into you, and your grasp on his hair loosens. He takes the opportunity to get air, panting, mouth hanging open. His cheeks, chin and lips all shine in the dull blue light. 

His fingers continue to pump into you as he watches your face contort for him. He's smiling with lidded eyes, basking in the fact that he's making you feel so good. 

"Ji..." You moan, needing more.

"My beautiful baby, let me worship you a little longer." And he's diving back down.

His tongue focuses on your clit, and fingers coaxing that gummy spot inside you. He's pulling moan after moan from you, making out with your lower lips, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs start trembling around his head, and he has to grip the fleshy part of one of them to stop you from squeezing him before he's finished. 

You're spilling over the edge, body alight and your release coating his fingers, and face. He's lapping up every little bit, determined to taste your pleasure on his tongue. Only when you start to whine from constant overstimulation does he stop. 

He's kissing his way up to your lips, leaving a wet trail behind him that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. 

You're not sure when he managed to discard his pants and boxers, but you feel his hard, bare length pressing against your inner thigh. 

He's rubbing his member against your pussy now, letting your slick and his saliva cover him. Kissing your neck as he's rocking against you, he whispers, "Angel, do you have another one for me?"

Of course you did, you knew you did. You needed to feel him, you needed to please him. So you started nodding fervently, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he sucked lightly near your ear and jaw. 

He had a grasp of his cock now, dragging the head through your folds with added pressure. Each squelch of your juices sounds like music to your ears, anticipation building in your body.

"'Gonna make you feel s'good." He's whining into your neck. 

He has your legs around him now, as he fills you slowly, both of you savoring the sensations it brings. Your pussy spasms around him, and it has him grunting. 

"Always feel so good squeezin' me..." He mumbled, letting you adjust, "...exactly what I needed..." 

Then he was pumping into you, and you felt it. All the frustrations he was holding onto, all the stress, all the vexation. He was translating it into the energy he used to pleasure you. Letting go of it all. 

You couldn't hear the soft lofi music coming from his head set anymore, instead the slapping of skin and heavy breathing mixed with moans were filling the room. You'd never be more thankful for a soundproof space. Neither of you were holding back. 

Your moans only being interrupted by quiet curses, and his being peppered in between praises of how good you feel for him. He made it known he was chasing your high before his, begging you to cum for him. 

"Please angel," he whispers against your lips, "need to feel you cumming on my cock."

His pace became quicker as he kissed you, and his hand slithered down to play with your clit. Your back arched off the couch at that, angling him deeper inside you. He groaned, and his thrusts faltered for a second indicating he was close. 

Regardless he was determined to finish you, and his tone grew more demanding, "Be a good girl... cum for me, angel."

And that was all your body and mind needed to let go, legs locking around him and body shaking. Your hands slid under his hoodie, and nails dug into his back. It was the kind of intense orgasm, that your moan got stuck in your throat, instead a rough growl coming out. 

You sounded absolutely feral for him, and you were. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, a slew of curses leaving his mouth as his hips stuttered. With a final harsh thrust, he cums deep inside you. All of the negativity has dispersed from his body, and he collapsed back to his knees. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. You jolt when you feel his fingers in your folds, over sensitivity taking over yet again. He's spreading you open, hypnotized by the way his cum is drooling out of you. 

"So perfect, fuck." He says as he drags his finger through it. 

He's bringing it up to your lips, and your mouth opens instinctively. You're sucking his finger into your mouth, his essence salty but familiar on your tongue. 

His eyes are locked to yours as you work his finger, licking it clean. He slips a second finger in your mouth, letting you cover them in your saliva before he dips back down for a taste himself. 

You're whining around his fingers when his tongue glides against your clit, and your hips try to retract into the couch. Quickly, he has both hands on your hips, securing you in place so he can continue tasting you. 

"We taste so good together, my love..." He's mumbling against you. 

His words will never fail to coax submission out of you.

Your hand flies back to his hair, as good as it feels you're trying to pull him away. He's just burying his face deeper, tongue dipping into your entrance to make sure he's tasting everything. 

"Ji... s'too much... I can't-" You're pleading, even though you feel yourself succumbing to the overwhelming brushes of his tongue.

He hisses when you finally succeed in pulling him off you, "Please angel," He's begging again, "Just one more. I know you have one more for me." 

"Fuck, Ji, I-" 

He silences you with his tongue flat against you, another lick up to your clit "Please, need to hear you cumming one more time for me." He whines and starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy. 

You always knew he was more of a giver. That even though it was you who had cum twice, and he only once. He preferred it that way. Even if he was the one needing the release more, he thrived more on your pleasure.

"Just be gentl-" You try to say, but cut yourself off with a groan. 

He's eagerly slurping at your core. Lost in the moment, all he has is your pussy on his mind now. Messily licking and lapping at every inch. He's shaking his head and moaning into it, keeping you pinned in place by your hips. 

You feel another orgasm starting to build quickly, clenching around nothing. He risks you bucking your hips roughly into his face, and takes a hand off your hip. He's pushing two fingers into you yet again, and you're seeing stars. 

His fingers curl, and his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly. You feel your release slip away from you, and your cumming on his face again. Yelling his name. He only grows more determined.

He leans back so he can watch the beautiful, writhing, mess he reduced you to. The thumb of his other hand is replacing his mouth, continuously flicking your bud. He doesn't slow his movements as you ride out your orgasm, instead picking them up. 

Your world turns white, and you feel yourself squirt on his hands. He's watching you in awe, whispering more praise for you as your juices spray over him. 

"So fucking sexy, my good girl."

"That's it, let go for me, let it all go."

"Knew you had one more in you, all for me."

"My perfect angel."

It's when you start to slip into that floaty space that he finally stops. He doesn't want you too gone, he's limited in the care he can provide here.

He's positioning you to lay on the couch, and he's laying behind you. You're both wet and sticky, and heaving for air. Yet, it's blissful. 

You lay there for what could've been minutes or an hour, you weren't sure. You were content in each other's touch. Your arm reaches back to caress his head, fingers combing through his hair. He's humming. 

"I love you." You finally murmur. 

"I love you more, angel. Thank you for this." He says, and kisses your shoulder. 

"You caught on quickly to my idea." You giggled.

He laughed with you, "I caught on halfway through it, actually. I was just beside myself with desire for you." 

You blushed at that, and you were thankful he couldn't see it. 

"I mean you showed up in my favorite set..." He whispers and starts toying with the lace on your bra, his finger slipping underneath to flick your nipple, "In ONLY my favorite set. How could I not show you how much I admire you." 

You felt his length harden against you again, and he rolled his hips slowly as he gripped your hip. 

You knew the night was far from over. 

As for how you were both going to escape and clean up? Well that was a problem for future you. 

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[wongyuseokie]

Setting the Mood | c.s.c

Summary: After a gruelling day, you want to make your boyfriend feel better and care for him. You think you’re in charge, but that lasts only a little bit. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works Word Count:  1901 Words Pairings: Seungcheol x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut & fluff Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, mentions of a bathtub and candles and flowers and blindfolds. Smut Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this), pussy eating, swallowing, multiple orgasms, hand job in a bathtub. Swallowing, daddy kink, because it’s Seungcheol, duh, but very soft (mostly)daddy. Dirty talk and blindfolds, overuse of the nickname princess, baby, pretty girl and kitten. Muscle kink? Idk, man. Cheol is so fucking huge I want to cry. Facesitting. Cheol begs, squirting. 

Authors Note: Listen, this man knows how to rile me up, and so here I am. Thank you so so much to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. I love you so much Jess 💕 Also, as always thank you to @here4btsfics for reading this too and letting me know your thoughts! Also to @seungkwansphd I hope this helps the Cheol rot or contributes to it hehehe. Tagging: @duhnova because ily and maybe I like being yelled at. Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted on AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Baby?” Seungcheol called out once he got home. After a gruelling day of dance practice, he wanted to hop into the shower and then crawl into bed with you in his arms. 

“Hi, handsome,” you greeted, emerging from the bedroom and moving closer to him. His arms opened for you to settle in and hug him. 

“You tired?” You asked Seungcheol nodded slowly, and you smiled against his chest.

“Follow me, handsome,” you said, letting go of his embrace, taking his hand in yours, and guiding him to the bedroom. 

“What are you doing?” Seungcheol asked. You felt awful at the tone of his voice. He was so tired, and you knew he wanted nothing more than a quick shower and sleep, But you also knew your plan would make him so tired and feel so good that he’d sleep like a baby the entire night. 

“Helping you. You do so much work, and, for once, I want to make my daddy feel good,” you said softly, guiding Seungcheol into the bathroom. Seungcheol smiled softly at you and turned that smile into delight the minute he took in the bathroom. 

You lit vanilla and peony-scented candles around the bathtub, the tub overflowing with bubbles, and soft jazz music played in the background. 

“Baby, I’m tired, I appreciate this, but I don’t think I have it in me to do a lot,” Seungcheol started to say. 

“Daddy, tonight is about you. Let me do the work, please. I want to make you feel good,” you said softly, your hands moving to the hem of his shirt and pulling it off his toned body. 

“They need to close the gyms. You’re so fucking big now, Cheolie,” you whispered, tracing your hands over him, gently grazing your nails down his well-defined pecs, slightly brushing over his nipples, and then resting your hands on his now rock-solid abs. 

“But are you complaining, princess? I know you like it when I pick you up and fuck you against the wall,” Seungcheol teased, making you smile shyly.

“No, I don’t,” you said, smirking, your hands moving down to his grey sweats. 

“These, however, are illegal, you’re killing me, and I’m sure your fans are writhing watching you in this fit,” you mused, making Seungcheol smirk, 

“But only you can see it. Only you can touch,,” Seungcheol whispered low, making your core clench. “Only you can suck, can fuck…”

“No underwear?” You asked. You wondered when your hands went underneath his sweats and rubbed the tip of his cock, which was starting to harden, instead of another layer of material. Seungcheol shrugged in response. 

“Again, are you complaining?” Seungcheol responded cockily.

“No, I’m not,” you responded, smiling, kneeling and pulling down his sweats. Seungcheol stepped out of the sweats and kicked them across the bathroom floor.

“Where do you want me, princess?” Seungcheol asked. You stood up and pointed to the bathtub. Seungcheol nodded, sighing softly in relief as the warm water immediately soothed his sore muscles, 

“Fuck, this bath feels amazing,” Seungcheol moaned.

“Princess, can you join me?” He was looking at you with all the love possible in his eyes, and you immediately melted, nodding. You pulled your robe off, and Seungcheol groaned. 

“Fuck, you were naked underneath that stupid silk this all this time?” 

You just grinned in response. Seungcheol held out his hand, and you took it once you approached the tub to step into it. You climbed into his lap, and Seungcheol smiled, his hands encircling your waist, pulling you closer to his taut body. 

“Daddy, this is about you, not me,” you pouted, making Seungcheol smirk. 

“Okay, kitten, make me feel good,” Seungcheol said, laying back against the tub. 

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his plush ones. You melted into the kiss. Kissing Seungcheol was almost addictive. You couldn’t get over how soft his lips were, how plump they were, and how you would always end up seeing fireworks no matter where his lips were on your body. Seungcheol moaned into the kiss the minute your hand grazed his now fully erect cock. The moan allowed you to slip your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. 

You kept kissing Seungcheol, the one hand on his chest casually brushing over his nipples, which made him shudder and buck his length against your core. 

“Baby,” Seungcheol pulled away from your lips to catch his breath and admire you. You moved your lips down to his neck, carefully pressing enough pressure to elicit a moan from him, but not so strong that it would leave a mark. 

“Do you like it?” You asked Seungcheol, who lazily nodded, smiling at you, lust overtaking his handsome features. “Touch me, please,” Seungcheol begged, and it shot straight to your cunt, making you smirk. It gave you all sorts of ideas about making this man, usually in control, beg. He must have read your mind because he quickly added a warning. “Let’s get this straight. This is the only time I’ll beg, pretty girl.” 

 “Well, now you at least know how I feel,” you teased after a roll of your eyes. 

“Fuck,” Seungcheol breathed out when your hand wrapped around his thick cock. You didn’t move your hand, though, like you knew he wanted. You just wrapped it around the tip and ran your finger along his slit, the water allowing you to do that very quickly.

“I love you,” you said as you moved your other hand under the water to cup and massage his balls, making him tighten his grip on the porcelain tub. 

“I fucking love you, and I’m not just saying this because you’re making me feel so fucking good, princess,” Seungcheol said, breathing heavily, and whined when you pulled your hands off his cock. 

“Baby!” Seungcheol whined, making you laugh.

“Now you know how it feels, but I won’t torture you since I’m nice. Can you get out of the tub?” You asked, and Seungcheol nodded immediately.

You held Seungcheol’s hand, guiding him out of the tub and back to the bedroom. 

You gently nudged him making him fall back on the bed, and crawled up, so your body was straddling his. You reached over to grab the silk blindfolds on the bedside table and gently placed them over your boyfriend’s eyes, which was almost torture for you because his eyes were so piercing. Still, you knew if you wanted to regain control over him, he couldn’t be staring at you, undoing you with a single look. 

“Fuck, Cheol!” You gasped when Seungcheol’s hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you up to his mouth. You hissed in pleasure the minute his plush lips wrapped around your clit, and you hated how well he knew your body that he didn’t even need to see anything to make you fall apart.

“Cheolie, baby,” you mewled as he flicked your clit with his tongue. For the perfect contrast, his mouth enclosed your clit and sucked. You pulled the blindfold off his eyes because you loved watching him, especially sitting on his face. You loved seeing those eyes of his watch you fall apart at his mercy. 

You sighed in pleasure one more time before reluctantly pulling your pussy off his mouth. You moved down his body, capturing his lips with yours in a soft kiss sighing softly when you tasted yourself.

“Can I ride you, baby?” You asked, and Seungcheol nodded, making you smile. You slowly moved down his body until you straddled his thick thighs. Lifting your hips, you aligned his thick cock against your entrance and hissed as you sank into his length. 

“Princess, this is better when I prep you and get your pretty little pussy soaking fucking wet before I fuck you senseless,” Seungcheol said, smirking, earning a glare from you. 

“This is about you,” you said, pouting and Seungcheol softened, nodding. “Then take me, princess,” Seungcheol said, lying down, sighing the minute you lifted your hips and started to find a rhythm and a perfect position. At this angle, his thick length would hit all the spots inside you that made you clench tightly around his cock. However, Seungcheol was not one for giving up control in the bedroom, and not that you minded, but his need to be in control slowly kicked in. 

“Ah, shit!” you gasped as Seungcheol started to rub your clit furiously. He got off on making you fall apart for him, and at this moment, he was convinced he was about to cum inside you any second, the way you were tightening around his cock. He would be damned if he came before you did. Your pleasure came above all for him, no matter how dominant he was. 

“Baby, hold on,” Seungcheol said before carefully flipping the position so that you were now underneath him. 

“Fucking hell,” you wailed out in pleasure as Seungcheol finally found a position that allowed him to pound into you. His thrusts were hard, relentless and purposeful. Each thrust pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“Don’t. You’re going to cum again. I don’t care how many times that is, but I won’t stop fucking you until I cum, let the neighbours hear how good I fuck my baby,” Seungcheol spoke, his voice low and husky and gently biting your earlobe before continuing to fuck you hard. You were sure his back was now covered in scratch marks, and you felt your eyes roll back in pleasure. You knew he was trying to make you squirt. He loved it. He loved knowing he was the only one who could make you feel so good. 

“Fucking hell, I’m close, princess,” Seungcheol breathed out. As his thrusts got sloppier, he suddenly pulled out and gave a quick instruction, “on your knees, princess.” 

You shakily got on your knees and opened your mouth, allowing Seungcheol to position his cock against your open mouth.  He stroked himself a few times before he released it in your mouth, groaning and hissing as he came. Seungcheol pulled his cock out of your mouth, but not before you licked his tip, making him whine in overstimulation, earning a playful glare. He pulled you back to your feet and lightly pushed you onto the bed.

“Ah, Cheol!” you screamed as he plunged two fingers into you and thrust them in and out of your cunt, furiously until you were screaming. All you could do was hold his forearm for support as you came, squirting over his fingers and the sheets. You felt lightheaded and smiled softly when you felt yourself being pulled into Seungcheol’s chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. 

“Fuck, this was meant to be about you, baby,” you said, and Seungcheol could feel your pout on his chest. 

“Princess, look at me,” Seungcheol said softly, and you looked up at him. 

“You did fucking amazing, the bath was amazing, and you trying to be in control was adorable too, but you made me feel good,” Seungcheol said genuinely, making you smile. 

“You tired me out enough, and I know I’ll sleep peacefully,” Seungcheol joked. 

“Wait, Cheol! We need to change the sheets!” You exclaimed, jolting up only to be dragged back into Seungcheol’s arms. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on sheets soaked with your cum. We can deal with it tomorrow. I need you in my arms to sleep.” 

[greetingfromthedead]

Wedding Bells (Vash x Bride!Reader)

Plot: You didn't really think too hard about your wedding day, planning to perhaps sign a paper and then go celebrate with drinks, but both you and Vash had made a promise to Lena and Granny to include them and once Meryl and Milly found out, the event took on a life of its own.

Series: [prequel - Wedding Bells], [Part 1 - Little Feet], [Part 2 - Pitter-Patter]

Pairing: Vash x Bride!Reader

Raiting: Everyone

Tags: post-Trimax (no major spoiler), fluff, happy ending, wedding, found family, love of your life

Word count: 3k

Author's Note: I went with a slightly "nontraditional" approach, mixing different wedding customs together as that's partially how I imagine things on No Man's Land to be (a blend of different Western (sorry) traditions), but I did lean more pagan and Celtic since I am self indulgent.

This has gotten a bit out of hand. You think to yourself as you look out the window at Kasted City. You can't believe how much the city has changed since you were last here. Repairs have been made, and everything looks as good as new. The last scars left by the bandit infestation have been wiped away completely. The city is thriving once again. You stand in the middle of the room on a chair, and the narrow window only reveals a small glimpse of the landscape. You lean forward, trying to see more, but immediately get pricked by a sharp needle.

"Ow!" you complain before settling back.

"I have told you time and time again to stand still! Stop fidgeting so much!" Granny scolds you as she makes the last alterations to your dress. "I'm almost done with the hem."

This was supposed to be just a little homecoming to fulfill your promise to Lena and Granny. Vash had sworn that when the time came for the two of you to finally tie the knot, they would be included. In your mind, it meant that you return to the toma farm, perhaps sign a piece of paper, and go to have a drink, but it turns out that word travels fast. Especially when it comes to the Humanoid Typhoon and his companion, who have touched many people's lives. Meryl made quite a fuss when she found out about your plan, and Milly was close to tears when she got the impression that they weren't welcome. So you assured them it would be nothing fancy, but if they wanted, they were more than welcome to join. You get the feeling that's where the cat got out of the bag.

When you got to the city this morning, you were greeted with a buzz of excitement and anticipation. You brushed it off as just something unrelated to your arrival, but as you made your way to Granny's ranch, it had been decorated with streamers and bows. Lena and Meryl were hanging up a giant sign adorned with both your and Vash's names, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You knew this was going to be a day to remember. While a hint of tread creeped into your soul, you turned your head to see your beloved fiance's face light up at the sight before him. A smile crossed his face, and you knew that whatever happened next, you would face it together. That's when Granny appeared, and after a warm welcome, you were separated from your dearest.

Granny and Lena had been working on a dress for you. It's simple but elegant and made with love. There are no extravagant embellishments, but you could see the care and effort put into every stitch. They also showed you the tiny pocket on the inside of your dress at the back of your neck that had a 5 cent piece in it. They did not, however, elaborate further.

From Granny's care, you move on to Meryl's, who makes you sit by the window to do your makeup. She chatters about all the preparations for the wedding as she carefully applies your lipstick. The others come and go, busy with preparations yet desperate to catch a glimpse of you.

"Done!" Meryl proudly proclaims, but she tilts her head and looks at you thoughtfully. "Something's missing…"

Her piercing gaze makes you nervous as you try to figure out what she is talking about. Suddenly, her eyes light up, and she reaches to remove her earrings.

"Here! These will work well! But I want them back!" She grins as she hands you the long golden earrings. You take them hesitantly as you look at them.

"Thank you, Meryl!" You smile up at her as you turn to the mirror and put them on.

"I see you have something borrowed. How about something blue?" A new voice speaks up from the door behind you, and you whip around in your chair.

"Luida!" you exclaim in surprise. She smiles her signature calming smile at you.

"It's good to see you again," she says and comes closer. "My, you look gorgeous!"

A slight blush colors your cheeks as you thank her for the compliment. Your eyes trail downward slightly, and you see something in her hand. Before you can ask, she lifts it up and removes some paper from around a brilliant blue bouquet made from the flowers she grows on Home.

"I meddled a bit with them; they should be preserved in time as they are, and hopefully they will never wither," Luida says softly as she hands you the beautiful flowers and you take a whiff. The scent is sweet and fresh, filling you with a sense of calm and happiness.

"I too have something for you," Milly says, coming closer with a slightly nervous look. "Or rather, Livio sent it with his apologies since he couldn't make it today."

"Oh, that's okay. Someone had to stay with the kids and birds." You smile, but then look at the little box Milly puts in your hand. "What's this?"

"Something old. Livio wanted you to have this since you and Mr. Priest were so close. He said he had this since the orphanage; apparently, it's the only thing he had from his birth parents. After he passed, Livio held on to it but always intended to give it to you." You hear the tears threaten to roll down her cheeks in Milly's voice. She has always been the emotional kind. You open the box, and inside you find a small cross pendant with no chain.

"Thank you, Milly! And give my gratitude to your dear husband too!" You smile at her reddening face as she tries to keep it together. You pick up a safety pin from the vanity and carefully fasten the cross to the inside of your dress's neckline, close to your heart.

"So, we have something old, something blue, something borrowed, and a 5 cent piece! We're only missing something new!" Granny said with glee, and before you could start to protest against any more gifts, Lena appears with a giant box.

"Lucky, we received a parcel a few days ago, and it's addressed to you!" She announces happily as she holds the box towards you. You hesitate for a moment, your fingers hovering at the edge of the box, before you remove the lid. The inside still doesn't give you a clue as to what this could be, as the item is carefully wrapped in paper, on top of which lays a small card. You pick it up to read it.

My dear!

The wonderful news has reached us here at Misdon! We are all so happy to hear that our two biggest heroes are getting married! You saved our lives and our livelihood! The whole town will forever remain in your debt, even if you didn't save the rest of the world too! We wish we could attend, but times have been busy, so we send you this gift. I hope you like it. Everyone pitched in and did a little bit!

Your friend,

Adeliene

You are reminded of your adventures in the mining town of Misdon, where bandits tried to take over the crystal mine. You and Vash had your hands full driving them out, and you had to personally protect Adeliene, the daughter of the mine owner. You even took a bullet for her. You carefully remove the paper to be greeted by a blinding shimmer. The sunlight from the window hits the content of the box and sends dots of light dancing all throughout the room. Everyone gasps at the sight. You touch the delicate translucent fabric and let your fingers run over the hundreds, if not thousands, of small crystals sown onto it. They look like constellations.

"This is gorgeous!" you whisper in awe as you continue to admire the intricate design.

"Alright! I can't wait to see it on you!" Lena seemingly shakes with excitement. "But first, we need to fix your hair!"

The young girl puts aside the box before quickly moving on to grab the hairbrush.

"We should get back! Let's make sure everything is perfect for the big day." Meryl announces and drags Milly away by the elbow, Luida quietly following them. You remain in the room with Granny and Lena, who fill your head with hairpins and finally fasten the veil to your hair.

"You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in my long life. We are truly blessed to call you part of the family, my love!" Granny squeezes your shoulders as you sit in your chair and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Gratitude swells in your chest as you thank Granny for her kind words and embrace her tightly.

"The big goofball is wholly your responsibility now!" Lena chuckles, giving you a playful nudge with her elbow.

As you are left alone in the room, you stand up and take a long look in the mirror. You can't help but feel a rush of excitement for what the future holds. Your face is covered by the light fabric, and as you let your fingers run over the delicate lace, the room is filled with sparkling lights dancing on every surface. This is not how you imagined the day going—to be surrounded by your friends and family, turning this day into possibly the most magical one of your entire life.

It doesn't take long for the music to start sounding from the parlor, signaling for you to make your entrance. So you head out through the backdoor as instructed and walk around the building to the large saloon style doors at the front of the house. The music sounds more clearly now and you can hear the chatter of the guests inside. You're not sure if Granny saw you from where she sits behind the piano or if someone else spotted you and signaled her, but the music changes. The beautiful melody has a different rhythm, and everyone knows to quiet down.

You take a deep breath and clutch the bouquet of flowers tightly. Two men push the sides of the doors and keep the doorway open for your entrance. All eyes turn to you, and gasps of adoration fill the space. The people standing on either side of the aisle are all people you've left a mark on. You have saved them in one way or another, and today they are here to pay their respects and celebrate with you. If you looked at them, you would see people from Kasted City and the neighboring villages, people from far and wide, but your eyes are on the dark haired man waiting for you at the end of the red carpet.

Vash's eyes are wide, and you can see the moment his lips part for a gasp. His gaze is so filled with love and adoration that you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You can't believe this is happening to you. You have found such a wonderful man, and you're about to vow your everlasting devotion to each other in front of all these witnesses. And as you look into his eyes, you know that this is just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, despite everything you've been through already.

He wears a dark burgundy suit jacket, and you are sure Granny had a hand in his attire. From the chest pocket, poke out a few crystal flowers and small silver stars, catching the light and sparkling at you, mixed together with the blooms of red geraniums. He looks magnificent and handsome, and you can't help but smile at the thought of Granny and the others conspiring to make him look his best for this special occasion. You see the tears well in his eyes as he looks at your approach, and he takes half a step forward as if wanting to run towards you and lose the distance as soon as possible. However, he holds back, his emotions overwhelming him, and he lets out a small sob before brushing the tears away.

The tall windows on either side of the parlor cast light on you, and the warmth stroking your skin makes everything else fall away. In your mind, there is only you and him. Together, as always. As you reach him, a smile is painted on your face, so wide it almost hurts. He reaches out his hand, and you gently take it, feeling the electricity between your fingertips.

"My beautiful Stardust! You make the night sky jealous!" he says as the two of you stand there, basking in each other's presence, knowing that you are each other's forever.

Meryl, who has taken in her position as officiant, lets out a small cough to wake the two of you from your trance. You take another step forward without letting go of the man you love, ready to start the next chapter of your lives together.

Meryl begins the ceremony, speaking with a warm and calming voice that fills you with joy and excitement. She thanks the guests and begins to share heartfelt words about the love and dedication you both have shown towards each other. But you can barely hear her as you steal glances of the man standing beside you. His handsome silhouette and glimmering eyes as they meet yours fill you with butterflies. You can feel your heart racing with anticipation as he gently squeezes your hand.

"My dear friends, the bride and groom, I ask you to look into each other's eyes," Meryl speaks, and you turn to face your soon-to-be husband. The love and adoration in his eyes overwhelms you, confirming that you are about to marry the person of your dreams. He still holds your hand, but lifts it up a bit as he faces you. "Will you honor and respect one another and seek to never break that honor?"

"We will," you both say devotedly.

"Will you share each other's pain and seek to ease it?"

"We will."

"Will you share the burdens with each other so that your spirits may grow in this union?"

"We will."

"Will you share each other's laughter and look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?"

"We will."

"Dear bride and groom, as you bind your souls together here, in front of people who adore you, may your spirits be joined in a union of love and trust. Above you are the stars, and below you is the earth. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, it should be a firm foundation from which to grow. Let your love guide you through the darkest of times, and may it always be a beacon of hope in the storm. Do you have vows of your own you would like to share?"

"Yes," Vash speaks as his eyes stay on yours. "My love, you are the one person with whom I can share all that I am. I promise to trust you and to be honest with you. I promise to listen to you, respect you, and support you. I promise to laugh and play with you and grow and bend with you. I promise to cherish every day we have together. I promise to do all of this through whatever life brings us—richness or poverty, health or illness, through good times and bad—until the end of my days. And beyond this, I will cherish and honor you through this life and the next."

Lena steps forward with a small pillow, and Vash takes a golden ring from it. He releases your right hand, and you take your flowers into it so he can gently slide the ring onto the ring finger of your left hand. He bows down and places a small kiss on the band. You have Lena take your bouquet so you can tightly hold onto both of Vash's hands, feeling overwhelmed with love and joy.

"My love, I choose you. We shall walk side by side, through sunshine and storms, health and sickness, good times and bad. We will meet whatever comes together. Under the starry night sky and in the scorching desert heat. I promise to love you forever and a day. My love, I choose you to be my partner in life and always. Our love endures, forever and a day." You make your promises while looking into his tear filled eyes, your own vision blurring from the emotions too. You pick up the golden ring and slide it on his prosthetic hand. You whisper, "I will never leave your side, no matter what challenges come our way."

"And with that, I pronounce you husband and wife!" Meryl's cheerful voice sounds over the room. "You may kiss the bride!"

Vash carefully takes the edge of the veil between his fingers before he lifts it up, revealing your face completely. He lets the veil fall over your head and gently takes your face into his hands, planting a soft kiss on your lips to seal your marriage. You feel overwhelmed with love and happiness as you realize that this is just the beginning of your life together. The whole room erupts into cheers and applause, celebrating your love and new journey as a married couple.

As he pulls away, you look into his tender face, and he mouths a silent I love you. Lena hands back your bouquet, and hand-in-hand, you walk through the room again, now with Vash by your side. Feeling like the luckiest person in the world, you head out of the parlor as the people gathered throw colorful confetti at you. Further away, from the city's chapel, you hear bells echoing over the desert.

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A/N:

I accidentally deleted this, but once again me screenshotting it saves the day 😅

I did not expect it to go in this direction, but am I upset about it? No

Summary: Power is out all throughout the Devildom on an unexpectedly cold night. According to Lucifer, Mammon is out helping the post office, which was exceptionally busy around the holiday season. Of course, they care about their beloved brother, so they do a little extra for when he gets home.

Genre: Fluff

Content: Soft Lucifer has me soft, Mammon and Beel are the heaters, we can pretend it’s the holidays

Tags: @mammoneythegreat @mammonsturtle @lorkai-reblogs @astershere @absolutepokemontrash @crazyyanderefangirlfan

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The brothers were all in the living room because there was a severe power outage, and Lucifer wanted the brothers to be together so nothing bad happens. However, Mammon was the only one not there, which worried Beel the most.

"Where is Mammon? Is he lost in the weather?"

Of course, Beel knows that Mammon can retain body heat pretty well, that's the reason why he's considered one of the portable heaters among the brothers aside from the Avatar of Gluttony himself.

"Didn't he say that he was out delivering packages because it's the holidays?" Satan recalls, underneath piles of blankets, although there weren't many because Asmo took most of them.

"Ughh.. I just want the power to turn back on.." Levi complains, staring at his dead game console.

"Beel, be a dear and come here so I can stay warm!" Asmo pleads, almost demands. This is shut down by Belphie immediately as he glares holes into his older brother, clinging onto Beel for dear life.

Beel looks at Lucifer in concern, not focused on the squabble Belphie and Asmo were having.

"Do you think Mammon will be back soon?"

"I'm sure he will be, Beel." Lucifer reassures. Even if it wasn't clear on his face, the eldest was also starting to worry about what Mammon could possibly be doing, but he had faith in the Avatar of Greed.

"Is he delivering packages?" Satan asks Lucifer with a raised eyebrow.

"As far as I know, Diavolo asked Mammon and his crows to help with delivering things for the holidays." Lucifer replies.

"He hasn't done that in a long time, huh?" Levi tilts his head. "Wasn't he the messenger between you and Lord Diavolo before D.D.Ds were a thing?"

"Oh yea, and he would always come back looking unfazed, as if he didn't run miles to there and back." Belphie remembers

"He had his crows do some things too, didn't he? Those little birds always surprise me." Asmo butts in, trying to distract himself from the cold unsuccessfully. He shivers from the cold as he once again tries to get Beel to come over.

Thirty minutes pass and Mammon isn't back yet, and the storm has gradually begun getting stronger. This causes alarm in all the brothers, as they wonder what Mammon was doing, and if he's been caught up in the storm. Things are prepared but notably, food and snacks are made for all the brothers but Beel leaves enough for Mammon to eat a lot, and Belphie makes a spot of blankets and pillows reserved for Mammon.

Eventually, Mammon does come back and he looked absolutely exhausted, as he stumbles into the living room with many layers of winter clothing on. The snow storm was slowly stopping, but the coldness was still there. Despite this, all the brothers get up upon seeing Mammon's return.

"Huh? Oh, he--" Before he could finish his sentence, Mammon is leapt on by Belphie and Asmo. He is barely able to catch his balance as he gives a comforting pat on the backs to the two.

“Heh, missed me?" He grins cheekily.

"Of course we did!" Asmo huffs. "You were out in a snowstorm!"

"A very cold one." Belphie adds on, and Asmo nods in agreement

"Where the hell were you?" Satan asks, upset at how long it took for him to come back. Beel helps Mammon take off his gear and hung it up, not saying much, but it was clear he was just relieved that his brothers were together again.

Mammon's face softens as he sees the concern his brothers had for him. He looks at the the food and snacks laid out. He tries to think of an explanation to give Satan as he sits down on the reserved spot, snuggling under the blankets.

"A few of my crows got caught up in the winds and got buried under the snow. I got ‘em out before they froze to death."

"What if you froze to death, huh?" Levi glares at his big brother, sitting besides him. Mammon pulls him into a side hug and under the blanket

"But I didn't, that's what's important, yea?" Mammon gives a softer smile as he reassures Levi. This fortunately works, as Levi only huffs huffs and leans into the hug, still a bit upset at how Mammon did that. “And besides, I couldn’t just leave my crows outside to die like that.”

Mammon was caught off guard as Lucifer starts to look for signs of injuries, asking him questions and such. When he was finished, he stands up. "Well, I can safely say you haven't suffered any injuries, that’s good.” He gives a small smile.

Mammon just gives a small smile back and a nod. This moment is interrupted when Asmo attempts to cuddle up to Mammon for warmth only for Levi to throw a hissy fit.

As the snow storm recedes, everyone ends up falling asleep and is taken to their rooms Mammon and Lucifer. The two go to Lucifer’s study afterwards with some extra blankets. Lucifer sits in his chair while Mammon sits in the one across from him, a few blankets over him, Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of his brother in a blanket cocoon.

Nothing is said at first, as Lucifer is focused on lighting candles so they can see better, but eventually he speaks up.

“Thank you for doing the task, Mammon. I don’t just mean this for Lord Diavolo’s sake, but also mine, and the others.” He smiles, leaning back as he finishes lighting the candles. “I often focus on the times that you make my life harder, that I forgot the times you make my life easier.”

“Yea, you should work on that.” Mammon grins, leaning forward a bit.

“Yes, yes I really should.” Lucifer chuckles. “But I do mean that, genuinely.”

Mammon’s smile softens into something less playful, and more affectionate, as he nods.

“Thanks, bro.”

Lucifer nods in return, leaning back into his chair as he becomes more relaxed.

“Honestly, I was going to search for you in that snow storm if you arrived a minute later.” Lucifer’s eyes narrow. “I know your crows are reliable, but please, if you need assistance from another demon, I can always help you. Is that clear?”

“Crystal.” He chuckles. “Oh, speaking of crystals.” He pulls his blankets down and takes out something from the bag Lucifer noticed he was wearing. The second eldest gives him a red crystal keychain.

“Happy holidays, yea?” Mammon smiles as Lucifer admires the keychain. It was a blood red crystal in gold casing that hung from a golden chain with a clasp at the other end. It looked gorgeous under the candle flames.

“I got everyone gifts. That may or may not have been one of the things that took me so long, I was surprised to see some shops even open.” Mammon continues with a laugh. His laugh was contagious as Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“Thank you, Mammon. Happy holidays.” He smiles with a small nod, and the Avatar of Greed nods back, as he goes to stand up with all the blankets still around him. Lucifer made a mental note to himself to get Mammon something in return later in the week.

“Now if you'll excuse me, The Great Mammon needs sleep, night Lucifer”

“Goodnight, Mammon.”

“Make sure to sleep at a reasonable time.” Mammon reminds, looking at his older brother in worry and seriousness.

“Yes, I will.” Lucifer sighs

“Good, night Lucifer!”

The door shuts and Lucifer stares at his paperwork and then out the window. The Devildom has returned to it’s normal darkness, no snow or anything. He tries to get some paperwork done before going to bed, which he hopes will be at a reasonable time.

Lucifer makes his way to the bedroom after finishing paperwork, only pushing himself to go to sleep. He does one more routine check on everyone to ensure that everyone is sleeping. Everyone was thankfully asleep.

He stops at Mammon’s room, and quietly walks over to his bed. The blankets have long been discarded on the floor and to the side of him, as they were no longer needed. He quietly puts the blankets on the couch or other pieces of furniture. He can’t help but feel a little sentimental and nostalgic as he rubs his baby brother’s cheek. He smiles to himself as Mammon leans into the touch the same way he always has, ever since he was a young angel.

He simply gives Mammon a forehead kiss before being on his way, gently closing the door behind him.

[eub11ss]

TRIANGLE OF DESIRES.

chapter one. 001. A good fucking mistake.

The day started off as normal as usual. Suguru was in the kitchen making breakfast for you both since he was the only one able to do so without burning down the whole kitchen. Gojo walks over to the kitchen counter and takes a pic of Suguru from the back. "This will do" Gojo says. "Post me too, toru", You pout at Gojo. "When you look like you were fighting wars before you woke up? Hell no" Gojo sarcastically says. You roll your eyes at him as you brush your hair. Gojo types down on his phone for few seconds before throwing it on the couch. Soon a notification from Geto's phone follows. "You didn't tag me?" You ask Gojo. Gojo stares at you blankly. Soon another notification from your phone follows and gojo rolls his eyes at you. You giggle as you repost gojo's mention of you in his story.

Gojo is an influencer and Geto is a model. You are a youtuber. You started off with only 1k subscribers, from what your followers in social media could provide you. But you are one successful youtuber now. Why? because of your best friends. "Living with my two best friends" is a series your audience seems to enjoy very much. You had no business living with two of your very attractive friends, but they bought you money and whole lotta fame. Who are you to say no? Don't get me wrong, you did love them. They have been there for you at your highs and lows and you love them for it. But from how Geto and Gojo toss around girls after sleeping with them? You simply couldn't love them fully for that. That's one of the reasons why you were never really romantically attracted towards either of them. No matter how much others envied you for living with such attractive guys. Other than that, everything was fucking great.

Both Gojo and Geto's label loves the fame your channel brings to them. It helped boost up Gojo's career as an influencer. And for Geto, he was always popular for his gentleman behaviour. He would often stand up for other women whenever they were in trouble. No matter how many girls he brang to bed, he hasn't ever disrespected a single one of them. Gentleman my ass, you thought. His popularity helped his name to reach out to a model agencies and here he was, almost a professional model who walked for the best fucking brands out there. As for Gojo, He was popular in college for his good looks but his personality gave it away. Gojo would often get in fights and Geto would have to save his ass from it. Despite his looks, girls would often be scared to approach him for his fighting tendencies. Nevertheless, he got away with his reputation and is a successful influencer now. He goes around whole day posting his life on instagram and earns money from it.

You guys met in college and have been inseparable since then. The three of you were quite famous. And all for your looks. "I really hate my label" Gojo throws his head back and leans against the sofa. "I don't see why I need to go work today. My hell of a manager won't leave me the fuck alone" Geto sighs. "Why do you guys have work on saturday" you complain. "I thought we could watch movies the whole day today". "I know right" Geto puts his arms around your shoulder and massages the spot his hands rest on your right shoulder. "I promise to come up with something fun by the time I am home. All three of us will have a blast" Gojo says excitedly. "Sure" you roll your eyes once again. Geto kisses your temple and gets up from the couch. You watch as Both Gojo and Geto walk up to their respective rooms to get ready for the day.

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The whole day was very unproductive for you. After Geto and Gojo left, you had to entertain yourself with movies. The movies were too damn boring and nothing you did seemed to make you happy. Now it was finally 9 pm, meaning, Both your friends will be back soon. Finally you had found a reason to be happy for the first time today. You hear the door unlocking and happily walk towards it to welcome your best friend. The door opens to reveal Geto with a flower bouquet and a big shopping bag. You raised an eyebrow at him in questioning look to conceal your excitement. "My label, it was giving away all this cool clothes I thought you would like" he hands you the bag. "Thank you!" you squeal and hug him. "And I bought booze!" Gojo exclaims as he comes up from behind Geto. "Gojo dropped at my office and wanted to buy alcohol. That fucker made me pay for everything" Geto complains as he walks inside. "Aww, come on man, I know you love me" Gojo says as he slaps Geto's shoulders playfully. You laugh as you help Gojo bring in the cartoon of booze Gojo was carrying.

"So now? what's the plan for today" you ask them. Both Gojo and Geto exchange looks. "What?" you ask. "How about we lighten up with drinks first and Gojo tells you his plan?" Geto says as he wraps his hands around your shoulder and leads you to the living room. "I don't like this" you say while eyeing both of them. Once, you had found yourself in a similar situation like this and Gojo had suggested something so absurd for entertainment that you and Geto had to knock him drunk and put him on bed before he suggested something more horrible. It was to fucking pee in a bottle and give it to a neighbour saying it's "a special juice" as a form of prank. "Oh trust me it's nothing like last time" Geto assures you as Gojo walks to the kitchen to get you guys glasses.

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You are five glasses down as you feel yourself getting dizzy. Geto leans against the back of the couch and spreads his legs to get comfortable. "Oh dude stop, we know its big" Gojo says with playful irritation in his voice. "Oh I bet it is" you jokingly say. Suddenly Geto gets up from his comfortable position and looks agt Gojo again. They silently nod at each other and face you. "What?" you ask, clearly sensing they had planned something big on their way here. "Well uh, Gojo had came up with something just for fun for us tonight" Geto says while fidgeting with the thread of his grey sweatpants. You look at both of them, already guessing that whatever follows won't be nice. "Do you promise to not beat us up if I say it?" Gojo asks you with puppy eyes. "I'm too tipsy to do it" You reply. "It's just a game alright? Nothing serious" Gojo says nervously. "Yeah I get it Gojo, what is it?" "Really, it's something silly me and Gojo planned. Nothing to worry about" "I get it, but what is it?" "It really is meaningless, doesn't mean anything" "You can say no if you want to" "Can you guys fucking tell me what it is?" "It won't change anything between us, I promise" "YEAH BUT WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU GUYS PLANNED"

Gojo exhales before saying, "I don't know- it feels like a bad idea now". "At least we should ask her" Geto says as he nudges Gojo with his elbow. Clearly, he too, is excited for what Gojo has planned. You stare at them in defeat. Gojo and Geto are the last person on earth to hesitate before saying something. Especially Gojo. What is it? You thought. Are they going to suggest a threesome? That's something Geto would never agree to- "How about you take turns giving us head" Gojo says, too fast, almost as if he'd rather you did not hear him say that. "what" you say, completely flabbergasted.

"Yeah it was a bad idea" Geto says as he gets up. "It's okay. Pretend you never heard it" he adds. "wait" you say. Both Geto and Gojo look at you in sync. "What's in there for me?" You ask bravely. "You are getting our cock in your mouth, baby. Isn't that enough?" Gojo asks while smiling widely. Yeah, he is very excited. "Don't be a dick satoru. I will get you more of these clothes" Geto says while pointing at the shopping bag on the floor. "That works fine I guess" You say. "You see, me and Geto talked it over with. It will be a small game. You will suck us off one after another. Whoever cums first is the looser" Gojo explains.

You consider all the possibilities to yourself. Certainly after this, things won't be the same. Even if you guys decide to pretend like it never happened, there would still be a high tension. What if Geto and Gojo toss you out like they do to other girls? The thought almost makes you stand up and leave the room. But then you notice both of them looking at you with anticipation so you think to yourself, yeah, one time can't hurt. "That's fine by me" you tell them.

"Me first!" Gojo exclaims as he pushes Geto from beside you and sits on the couch. Geto shakes his head in acceptance and takes out his phone. He holds the clock app open in front of your faces. "I will start it once Gojo is hard and you are ready" He says. "No need" Gojo says as he adjusts his pants, the bulge already visible. Seriously? you think. He got hard just like that? But then you notice your hard nipples visible from your tank top so now you know why Gojo got hard. It makes you wonder if he gets hard like this often because you are almost never wearing bra. "So, ready?" geto asks "Hell yeah" Gojo says loudly as both of you roll your eyes.

You tie up your hair in a ponytail and pull down Gojo's pants. It wasn't your first time. You have had boyfriends before and you know how to do it. Actually you are quite good at it. Five minutes is all it will take you to make Gojo cum. Only five minutes. You hold Gojo's cock in your hand and start rubbing it up and down. Gojo throws his head back in pleasure as the stopwatch in Geto's phone stays on the table, seconds and seconds passing by... You start licking Gojo's dick from the bottom to up while maintaining eye contact with him. Gojo's eyes is locked in with yours and his mouth open, taking heavy breaths. You tease his tip with your tongue. Licking and rubbing the tip of your tongue on his foreskin, which makes low whimpers escape his mouth.

You take a his whole dick in your mouth and push it deep in your throat. Gojo groans as his hands grip the back of your skull and pushes you further down. You choke as a tear falls down from your eyes. "Mhmm..Fuck... you are doing so good" Satoru groans as his hands find the back of your head and pushes your skull down his cock. You palm his balls as more tears fall down your eyes. "Fuck" Gojo curses as more whimpers follow. "Ngh... fuck.. I can't keep it in anymore" Gojo moans as his hands keep bobbing your head down his cock. You lick the base of Gojo's dick then trail your tongue up to his tip. You run his dick around the tip of your tongue like a popsicle. That's all it takes for Satoru to reach his edge. Warm cum flows out of his dick on the base of your tongue. You keep your lips locked around his dick till he finally finishes cumming. You look at Satoru in the eye as you swallow his loads.

Gojo's breathing is still heavy as he watches you lick the corner of your lips. "Fuck" he throws his head back. "Exact five minutes" Geto says as he takes his phone from the table and stops the timer. There is a smirk on his face as he sits on the couch and nudges Gojo to get up. Telling him it's his turn now. Gojo gets up from the couch and pulls his pants back. "Any reviews? Feedbacks? Comments?" you playfully ask Gojo. "Your ex boyfriends weren't lying when they said you suck dick like an ovulating bitch who loves dick like she loves food" Gojo says. You bite your lips as you sultrily smile at him. "Why, thank you' you say. "My turn now" Geto says, with hint of impatience in his voice. Gojo sits on the same chair geto was sitting the whole time you were sucking him off as he takes his phone out. "I will start the stopwatch when your pants are off" he points at Geto. You play with the strings of geto's sweatpants as you maintain eye contact with him. You pull down his pants and hold his cock. A low sound escapes his throat as he looks down at the beautiful sight of you between his legs.

Without wasting more time, you start licking it up from the bottom to his tip. Unlike Gojo, Geto doesn't show his satisfaction by throwing his head back or even letting a whimper escape his mouth. It makes you want to suck him harder only just to exude a reaction from him. Geto maintains straight eye contact with you as he wraps your hair around his wrists and pushes your head down his cock with it. You rest your palms against his inner thighs and let Geto bob your head up and down his cock using your hair. Geto exhales deeply as he pushes his cock down your throat and you start to choke. You use your tongue more as he pushes your head up and down his dick only as to make him make the smallest of sound. And he does. A small moan escapes Geto's mouth as his grip on your hair lightens a bit. Indicating that he is close. You start sucking his dick harder and push it down your throat more. Geto's grip on your hair tightens again as he is slowly pushing your head down his cock now. So he likes the process harsh and can't even cum without me slowing down first? wow, you think to yourself. Geto lets out a moan and soon your mouth is filling with hot liquid.

You swallow it all and look up at Geto. His mouth is left in an O and his breathing still heavy. "Four minutes and 30 seconds. Really Geto?" Gojo says in disbelief. You laugh as you get up and tie your hair back in place after Geto had made it messy. "I thought you were better than me" Gojo says, still shocked. Geto doesn't say anything, too embarrassed from his failure. "I will take my leave now" you get up from the floor. "I am tired" you say. "Wait" Gojo stops you. "What?" "Nothing" "Seriously?" "Well I think we should-" "You should go rest now [name]" Geto cuts Gojo's speech. "Alright" you stretch your arms above your head and then walk to your room and close the door.

"Are you crazy?" Geto asks Gojo after you are gone. "Why? i thought we talked it out" Gojo says, feeling attacked by Geto's words. "Seriously Satoru? I don't even know how to face her tomorrow forget even about a threesome after the weird game you pulled tonight" Geto says. "Weird??? I thought we were in this together. Don't act like you didn't just have the time of your life few moments ago. And it's ruined already Suguru, Stop being a pussy and stress over it." Gojo says. "I don't know... I will ask her to pretend tonight never happened" Suguru says. "ABSOLUTELY NOT" Gojo snaps. Geto throws a cushion at Gojo for being loud and gets up from the couch. "I am too dizzy right now from tonight's events to even talk with you, Satoru. Let's wake up early tomorrow and discuss it over before confronting her. It is a good thing she went to her room than to ask us what we are now. Goodnight" Geto walks to his living room and closes the door. Gojo sighs as he leaves for his own room too.

Well, whatever happened, happened. It wasn't as if the three of you never had meaningless hookups before. If you had to pretend that nothing happened, then so be it. It's not like you can undo what you did. After all, playing ignorant was something the three of you excelled in.

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author's note: OH MY GOD SORRY FOR RELEASING THIS CHAPTER SO LATE. I kept over thinking my writing style :( LMAO lmk how it was it's really appreciated!!!!

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[beanghostprincess]

What are you most controversial/unpopular OP opinions??? Sorry if it was answered before

You want me to get canceled so bad-- If I speak-- But idk, I guess I'll say the controversial opinions I can say publicly without a bunch of people coming at me!

Zo$an is a bit... Overrated? And by overrated I mean extremely/annoyingly overrated. I like the ship and its canon dynamic but I think at least 80% of the fandom portrays them in a very mischaracterized way. Not to say that... The ship is literally everywhere and the shippers always look for every little thing to prove they're canon, even if the "proof" has literally nothing to do with them. It's not that I don't enjoy the ship (although I must admit I prefer other dynamics a lot more) I just can't stand shippers that go to extremes. It's funny because I think Zo$an's dynamic is way more interesting and romantic in canon than it will ever be in the fandom. It's a bit sad, ngl. I liked them a lot at first but it got so tiring and now I am pretty exhausted from seeing it everywhere. The people force it to be more than it is when the canon is already pretty fucking great.

Adding to the Zo$san thing. I think that relationship would only work if Luffy is there somehow but it wouldn't last a day without him in the relationship. Unless there's like, a ton of character development most of these people don't make them go through.

One Piece Film Z is my worst enemy. It's such a boring movie. The only good thing is the soundtrack and maybe the suits but God watching that was torture.

Boa hate is uhhhh weird. I mean, I get why the joke about her being in love with Luffy might be annoying, but I think most of you need to learn to understand that Oda's sense of humor is sometimes a bit too exaggerated (and not funny) and it has basically nothing to do with the actual canon dynamics between characters. Boa likes Luffy because he's one of the first men who has ever treated her right, so of course she confuses that feeling with love. And of course, yeah, it isn't canon. Whatever. Just read between the lines, maybe? And also, stop using words like "pedo" to describe her because using that term so lightly about 1) a fictional character and 2) somebody who's clearly not a pedo is fucked up. Lmao. Do you even know what that word means???

Once again complaining about Pudding hate and saying that it's stupid. I won't overanalyze because I always do it with her, but the only reason people hate her is for misogynistic reasons and because they're babying Sanji. Evil male characters are okay and hot and very traumatized but the second it's a woman she's the most evilest person ever! Because God forbid they make mistakes! Suddenly their character development isn't valid because they hurt their babygirl!

Now that we're talking about my dearest Pudding. Not tagging anybody of course, but I saw this post with so many interactions of people agreeing about Sanji considering violence as a sign of love which??? Doesn't make sense at all?? OP said it was because he couldn't tell the difference between love/abuse because of his family, but that's just... Not accurate. That could only happen if they had manipulated him into thinking abuse is a type of love, but he had healthy love growing up. Even when he was with the Vinsmokes (Sora and Reiju, I love you). And yet OP said Sanji considered Pudding's behavior flirting (wrong) and that's why he let her attack him (nope) and that it was proof of Zo$an. And okay, it's not a hugely popular theory, but a lot of people agreed with it and it bothered me a lot because it's both out of character and also using Pudding (complex female character) once again to try and prove the canon of a ship (that doesn't have anything to do with WCI either???). It just bothers me. People can perceive the story however they want but... Y'know.

OPLA isn't that good. Or good at all? I only like it because I like the cast and it's funny seeing my blorbos irl. But the script is simple and dull and just stupid most of the time. The characters are either simplified, mischaracterized, or forgotten. And tbh most of the shots are very awful and could be a lot better. The directing is also nonexistent. It's 6/10 and 3 of those points are because both the Zolu and the cast.

Apparently this is a very common theory about Nami's origins, but, uh, I don't think we need to know? What else do you need to know about her? People say she's a lost princess or something like that as if we didn't have a lost princess already (Sanji ily). Repeating the same plot would be boring and underwhelming, but also? It'd be extremely useless for the plot and it'd go against everything about Nami's story and the way Luffy reacts to it.

Luffy isn't canon aroace. In fact, the reasoning people use for him being "coded" is the same Oda uses for Zoro too and Zoro is almost never portrayed as the "idiot who doesn't know what sex is" the way Luffy often is. If you're calling Luffy canon aroace for what Oda said about him being focused on adventures, the same goes for Zoro being focused on his dream. They could be coded arospec but there's nothing confirmed and the constant discourse about it is stupid. Attacking others because of their ships just because you don't agree with them and saying it's wrong using our identity to do it is very fucked up. Especially since most of the time people complaining aren't even aroace. The only reason people do it (attacking others saying they can't ship Luffy and that it's "weird" and "wrong") is that they infantilize Luffy/Don't want him getting in between their ships (<- aroace person writing this) (also, it's very ableist since people agree on Luffy also being neurodivergent coded and treating him like a kid bc of that but this isn't about that now).

Somehow this is very common. Some fucking how. I can't believe I have to say this. I'm tired of people blaming Usopp for what happened in Water 7. Or in general hating Usopp. Actually, he's one of the best-written characters in the whole show and he's so underappreciated it's so frustrating.

Sanji's perv jokes are annoying af and we all know that, but people who hate the character and consider him a red flag for that are missing the point completely. The point being "Oda exaggerates jokes to an annoying extent and most of the time they don't even reflect the character". I understand they can make you uncomfortable (same here tbh) but reducing Sanji to only those jokes is a waste of his character. You need to take jokes less seriously.

If I see one of these "red flag OP boys" TikToks adding Law/Ace/Zoro/Sanji next to fucking Doffy I will riot. Also, stop adding Crocodile there. He's a mafioso, there's NO way he won't be a sweetheart to his lover.

Baron Omatsuri's artstyle and animation is amazing and it fits the plot and aesthetic of the movie perfectly and people saying it's ugly will forever bother me.

"Usopp is suddenly hot after timeskip!" He has always been hot what the fuck are you talking about.

People reduce Nami to her "mean"/"sarcastic" personality a lot when she's quite literally one of the most kind-hearted characters of all. That being said, morally speaking she's probably one of the worst. I could explain how that works but I don't want to do it now, the point is-- Let the girl be sweet instead of making her mean all the time. And also, let her be mean and selfish without making it her entire personality. There's something called "balance".

Film Red was kind of bad. Like, the songs are amazing (thanks, Ado) but the ending is awful and the plot is very meh. I'm only here for Uta and Shanks but the rest of the characters are just useless. I do appreciate Sanji's hair in the movie, though.

[mioyeo]

Watch your back: chapter 6

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warnings : this chapter contains mentions of, arguing with San , yelling , San blaming reader , lots of crying , Rin being exposed , assault , miscarriage , panic attacks , fake tears , etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Tag list : @legbouk , @scarfac3 , @m4rsluv , @hcyaa , @jackinmyarea , @layzfeelit , @loverlele, @mulletjoonsupremacy , @veneziamadness , @belle643 , @gugggu6gvai , @atinytinaa , @voidcupidz , @atinyreads , @baguette-atiny , @parkthothwa8 , @hwadump , @owjohny , @miaatiny , @honeyymon

This series is going to be posted together with the Psychiatric series, which means one chapter after another

I decided that this series will be posted every Wednesdays from now on but I may also post chapters again even if it’s not on these days

Word count: 2,2k

" No , She's sleeping peacefully "

The boy looked at the girl that rested her cheek on his chest while clutching onto his shirt

' is she sleeping fine , did they give her the sleeping meds like yesterday ? '

" Yeah they had her take the pills before putting her to sleep so I've been laying down with her for a while now "

San brushed her hair back and he caressed her face softly while Seonghwa talked on the phone with him

' When are you coming home Rin has been impatiently waiting for you to return'

" You know that whenever we leave she's going to cry again and have these panic attacks "

He sighed and shook his head

' She just went trough so much San you need to understand that '

" At first I always felt bad but now it's getting too overwhelming , I can't barely leave without her starting to wail my name like a kid "

' Maybe she feels lonely that's all '

" I know , but this constant crying is tiring me out , I don't always want to hear cry whenever I walk in "

She stirred and clung tightly onto his shirt making him sigh

' I don't know why she does that, but try not to make her feel bad'

" Seonghwa, I'm literally the only one she's always shedding tears with at this point I don't think it's normal anymore "

He heard Seonghwa sigh on the other line, he himself couldn't understand what was bothering Y/n so much lately, the first week of her being at the hospital were calm since she pretty much just didn't talk or just slept in their embrace

" I need to leave in a minute anyways so I can take a bath and relax at home, look this bed is uncomfortable and I'm tired of being here you know how much I despise hospitals "

' Just stay a little more '

" No Seonghwa, I'm tired I have a life too I can't just stay the whole day here and doing nothing other than cuddle her "

Y/n opened her eyes slowly and her lips already started wobbling

" I need to hang up she woke up and it started again , yes you know what I mean bye "

He ended the call and looked at her as she sobbed quietly

" A-Am I holding you back from living your life right now San ? am I that much of a bother?"

She looked up to him with her teary eyes as he wiped the tears away and kissed her nose

" No baby listen-"

" I-I don't want you to always complain whenever you're here "

" What do you even mean "

He looked up at her with his brows furrowed as he detached himself off her so he could put on his shoes and jacket

" I hear how you always complain to the others about me whenever you stay here for some hours , I never asked you to do this other than stay with me especially because it was our child that I lost recently "

She wiped her face and sniffed as he looked at her with a scowl

" And you're only telling me that now ?! "

He yelled in disbelief making her flinch

" I didn't tell you that I missed my period because you didn't care and just brushed it off the last time we had a pregnancy scare "

The boy groaned and approached her

" Do you know what you just did ?! You prevented me from protecting my first child , my first joy and happiness as a father don't you feel ashamed of keeping something like this away from me ? all of us "

" This is not my fault that I got assaulted having it cost my child's life! "

" If you had told me we'd make sure you were doing fine always! "

He raised his voice as she sat there with tears unable to make them stop

" Do you know how much it hurts to know I lost my first child and everything a first time dad could do because you were so stupid to not close the door properly ? "

" I never left the damn door open! I don't know what they told you but it's not true "

" You're trying to deny it now ? , if it weren't for Rin that cared so much about you even though you're always mean to her and call ambulance you'd be dead from how beaten up you were "

She chuckled and starred at him in disbelief

" So it was her that fabricated all this madness of stories so she could look good "

" Don't try to blame her when she literally saved your ungrateful ass ! "

San approached Y/n and grabbed her shoulders forcefully as he shook her

" Why should I be grateful for someone who did this in the first place! She's the one you should blame for our child not making it "

She cried out pushing his hands away from her

" Your princess and her friends did this to me , you should be glad that I didn't sue her for attempted murder and tort ! "

" Stop blaming others for your own actions , you left the door open that's why someone came in and hurt you "

" Are you acting dumb or are you genuinely dumb Choi San ? , why would someone assault me for leaving my own house door open if that where the case ? This is the most unrealistic thing someone could ever tell "

" You know what's strange ?, the way you always despised her since day one now it makes sense you're just trying to get us to break up with her "

He chuckled and brushed his hair back as he looked at her in disappointment

" Why would I get along with someone that has been doing nothing but hurt me this whole time? , I've endured so much already I just can't hurt my discomfort anymore "

" It's not our fault we fell in love with her and you know that , that's just how humans are "

" I've been through thick and thin already and I think it's time for a change , I've had so many people willing to give me their love but I've always been so blindly stupid to realize that how you guys treat me is just not how someone should be treated in a relationship "

She slowly stood up and clutched her hospital gown while walking towards San who looked at her speechless

" I won't tell myself anymore that I am the issue every single day I wake up , I'm tired of shedding tears and feeling insecure about myself even though I shouldn't "

With tears she tried pushing him out towards the door but he grabbed her arms and made her look at him

" Do you think I'll just let you leave?"

" Stop trying to gaslight me with your sweet talk San , you know how much I don't like that now go just like how you wanted to a few minutes ago since I wail to much like a baby "

" You can't just drop these bomb news on me and expect me to leave "

" I don't care I'm to fed up right now to even make you believe me "

" How will I believe something without proof ? What do you want me to do ?! Go and beat up Rin until she tells something she didn't do ? "

The girl teared up and pushed him away from her once again

" I just told you that in despair for you just to believe me once in a life time maybe watch out because of how fake she is San ! "

" Stop talking about her like that , she's the most sweetest person I have ever seen and the most fragile one too she'd never be capable of beating someone like this "

He sighed loudly and looked around trying to calm himself, since he didn't want to yell again

" She had her two friends beat me up as she laughed and filme-"

" Enough ! Y/n stop making up things you don't even sound like you know what you're talking about at this point you're doing to much ,j-just stop ok ? I get it you don't like her the tiniest bit but just don't blame her for your mistakes , you're just saying anything at this point, I wish I could believe you baby I do but I can't seem to wrap my head around this "

" Fuck San what do you mean my mistakes?! Is me losing our baby my mistake? "

" I can't stand looking at you right now, I'll tell Seonghwa to come and stay with you "

San stared at her apologetic and left the room letting her cry to yourself

The girl sighed as the violent sharp pain rushed through her chest as she cried making her feel nauseous and hold on onto the bed rails

She was so tired of the whole situation , it made her question if she was really the one at fault , because if she didn't smash Rin's face into that damn  cake she'd be at home now

Watching first time mom vlogs and secretly buying neutral baby clothes while building up the courage to tell San that she was expecting

But now everything was gone  because she was stupid enough to let them provoke her

———

" How about we have dinner outside today "

Rin back hugged Jongho who was currently washing the dishes because Seonghwa went out to stay with Y/n

" We'll have to wait for San to come back home , and speaking of him it's been like three hours since  he had to be home already "

" Maybe he needs sometime for himself? I mean he's been having it hard because of what happened to Y/n lately "

He sighed and nodded before drying his hands and smiling at her

" I'm thankful that you arrived home and called the ambulance on time "

The girl smiled nervously gulping

" I-I'm glad I found her , I was so scared  "

" Everything is ok now don't worry "

She felt him hug and rub her back , it was to much she honestly cursed herself for even telling Yeongja and Iseul to deal with her

What would happen if the boys found out ? She be definitely done for

Her whole dream of being a model would literally shatter if Y/n decides to sue her , the boys could break up with her or kick her out

“ Ay is everything alright ? Ive been talking to you for about five minutes ”

Jongho looked at her concerned

“ A-Ah I’m sorry I’ve been thinking about Y/n and how much pain she must be in no- ”

The front door suddenly opened revealing a distressed San

“ Rin ! ”

He removed his shoes and stormed towards the kitchen to look inside

“ W-Why would you do that to her ? ”

“ What are you talking about San ”

Jongho asked confused as San approached them shaking

“ Rin and her friends assaulted Y/n making her loose our child that day ”

The younger immediately let go of her and frowned

“ San do you know how big this accusation is ?”

“ I just met Iseul outside her workplace and she told me , I just don’t understand why you would do that ”

Rin bit her inner cheek as the other guys started crowding the kitchen looking just as confused as Jongho was when San walked in

“ What is going on here , why is he yelling? ”

Mingi went closer and looked at San that was shedding tears of disappointment

“ Rin and her friends where the ones that did that to Y/n , because of whatever happened between them that day I lost my first child and even blamed it on her for allegedly leaving the door open even though she didn’t ! ”

“ Rin is what San is saying the truth? ”

They all stared at her waiting for an answer

“ I just got mad because she said that you will never love me like you love her , a-and I didn’t hit her it was Yeongja and Iseul who said they where going to deal with her for being rude , I never wanted them to do it ! I never wanted this to happen”

She stuttered and teared up

“ Still you should’ve told us and not lie ”

San hissed and left towards his room and slammed the door shut

“ What you did was really dangerous , what if she died that day from how intense you guys beat her to the point she also had a miscarriage? I’m so disappointed in you Rin ”

“ Yeosang I’m sorry ”

Wooyoung and Yunho left the room without saying anything further other than saying how disappointed they were

“ You’re glad Hongjoong and Seonghwa are not here because they would be so mad at you ”

Everyone else left leaving Mingi with the crying girl that didn’t even look at him

“ Look , it will take a while for San to even look at you but I’ll talk to the boys so they won’t tell Hwa and Joong about this , promise you will apologize to Y/n as soon as she’s discharged ”

“ I-I promise , do they hate me ? ”

“ No don’t worry about it I got this ”

He sighed and left , making Rin stop crying and muffle her screaming

“ Wait until I see you tomorrow Iseul "

Rin scoffed and stormed into her room angrily

Now that San was mad at her imagine how Seonghwa would react she didn’t even want to think about Hongjoong’s reaction

They would fry her alive if they found out

She frustratedly searched for her pack of cigarettes and opened her window after locking her door

“ I’ll just need to make Y/n shut up I can’t afford the agency bawling out on me ”

Blowing off the smoke in the air she tapped her feet angrily

One thing she was sure was that she never expected it to come to light this fast or how fast her friend would rat her out

[aemonds-little-belle]

Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER ONE (THE AD)

Modern!Aemond x Reader (SUGAR BABY/SUGAR DADDY!AU)

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3) -

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

Flea Bottom never felt like a welcoming place, crumbling streets, beggars on every corner, odd shouts during the night, and the watch’s sirens heard at all hours throughout the streets often made most people uncomfortable. But for those who lived there, those who called the broken streets ‘home’, Flea Bottom was nothing more, and nothing less, than a place to live, a place to call their own.

In Y/n’s mind Fleabottom was a closer community than most, closer might be the wrong word, but Flea Bottom residents were more honest with each other, and more willing to air their grievances publicly. While the rich bitched behind each other's back, secret gossip rings forming throughout the high society social rings, Flea Bottom residents shouted out windows, and placed passive aggressive notes on all walls, bulletin boards made just for complaining, and naming names when arguments arose.

Y/n enjoyed being nosey, often looking over her building's board full of gossip and cries for someone to babysit their children. On a Wednesday morning she was browsing the new postings, Miss Falker once again telling everyone to shut up, and Mr Mollen wondering if anyone had seen his cat, somewhat boring, she thought, scanning through any other postings. ‘Looking for a SB, casual, good pay’ one read, a phone number beneath the ad, and then a few more words beneath the number, ‘Serious enquiries only’.

Y/n took a deep breath, a co-worker of hers quit a year ago after becoming a Sugar Baby, the pay enough to live a comfortable life, and it didn’t sound all that bad. Dania even said that she enjoyed the man’s company, saying he was polite and gentlemen-like, paying her a nice monthly fee to just be arm candy.

She shook her head, a breathy chuckle escaping her lips at the idea of her becoming a sugar baby, sure, she could use the money, and honestly the company, but she wasn’t sure she would even be a good sugar baby, she didn’t enjoy make-up or crowds, and often spent her time watching history documentaries and working. But a little voice in the back of her head kept telling her to take the ad, at least write the number down, or remember to take a peek when she got back from her job.

“For fucks sakes girl, move!” A voice called behind her, realizing she was blocking the door she snatched the small note and got a move on, opening the door and rushing into the street, the cool air hitting her face in a harsh way, the sudden late fall air a sharp contrast to warmer weather they were so graciously given by the gods the past few days.

+

“You’re late.” Mr Waxley shouted as Y/n entered through the cafe’s back door. “Again, might I add.” He was seething at this point, his hatred for his own establishment and employees would lead one to wonder why he stuck around, the pay must have been good, was the only thing Y/n could think of, that or he secretly ran a drug ring in the basement and needed the, in his word, “Fucking shack of a place.” to keep the watch off his back.

Y/n just stayed silent, ignoring his words as she stied the apron around her waist, the stained brown thing worn, a true testament to her overall being, her confidence now shattered after years in the service industry, her will to live hanging on by a thread as she heard Mr Waxley yell out something else, and her hip bruised as she once again ran right into the counter that stuck out a little too far into the doorway.

“Gods I hate it here.” Y/n mumbled, Eyla, her coworker, laughing as she picked up on the words.

“Says you! Guess who was here solo for ten minutes as you pranced through the city?” She deadpanned, Y/n shooting a sympathetic look her way as she began making a few orders that appeared on the screen.

“I got caught up at my building's bulletin board again, I’m genuinely sorry.”

“Has Mr Mollen found his cat yet?” Eyla asked, a short giggle escaping her lips as she poured milk into a cup, frothing it, adding a quiet buzz into the background of their conversation.

“It’s been a year Eyla, I doubt the man will ever find his cat.” Y/n said sympathetically, she too missed Mr Mollens cat, the cute little tabby used to sit outside on her fire escape, blocking the sunlight as he napped on her windows ledge.

“Okay, then what had you so entranced you left me hanging?”

“An ad.” Y/n quietly admitted, quickly shouting out a name as she passed the late she had made to a customer.

“An ad?” Eyla asked, her face full of un-amusement. “An ad is what made you late?” Y/n nodded her head, handing another person a coffee before getting back to register. “What kind of ad?”

“One for a su…ba..”

“One for what?”

“A Sugar … you know, like Dania?”

“OHHH a sugar baby!” Eyla squealed.

“Shhh.” Y/n looked at the three customers currently in the cafe, the lot of them the aftermath of the morning rush.

“I assure you no one here cares about what we talk about.” Eyla paused. “Maybe Mr Waxley.” She added on.

“I don’t even know if the ad is serious or not.” Y/n mumbled, picking up a rag and cleaning down the counter before the next wave of people came in. “And even if it is, it’s not like I’m Sug..ba… material.”

“Oh shut up, you would be perfect, who wouldn’t want your cute ass on their arm?” Eyla smiled, acting out a business person walking all fancy like. “You should work on being able to say ‘sugar baby’, but other than that you’d do great.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” Eyla said seriously, tilting her head with a hint of pity. “You need to get out more, as much as I love your work dedicated, shut in nerd, thing you have going on here.” She gestured to Y/n as a whole. “You need to put yourself out there, and why not get paid while doing it.”

Before Y/n could agree or argue the next round of business people rushed in, ordering coffees that cost more than her hourly wage, and speaking to the two of them as if they were nothing but ‘Flea Bottom Rats who seem to be stupid enough to make their way into the city’ should out the the one customer who came up with that one, at least they were original.

Yah, Y/n didn’t see her being the kind of person this mystery Sugar Baby wanter would want, but then again they did put their ad up in a Flea Bottom apartment, so maybe, just maybe, she would have a chance.

+

The day dragged on, new coffee stains adorning Y/n’s clothing as she trudged up the stairs, and then into her apartment, emptying her coat pockets. Her house key and her key the cafe pulled out along with the small bag of sunflower seeds she had brought for lunch, and then a crinkled little paper. “Oh.” Y/n mumbled, opening the paper and re-reading it. ‘Serious enquiries only’ repeated over and over in her head. ‘I can be serious about this? Right?’ She asked herself, pacing her small apartment, pulling out her wallet and finding some change.

She walked back down the stairs and outside once more, the apartment buildings key in hand, along with her units, a enough change to make a call or two on the payphone that was located just a few steps away from her building's entrance. Pulling out the note, placing her change in a machine, and then typing in the numbers, her stomach doing small flips as she heard the rings seemingly surround her.

Someone picked up the phone, but the line was silent. “Hello um.” She began, a strong and deep ‘hmmm’ heard on the other side of the call. Her breath began to become rapid, shaking her head as she impulsively blurted out. “Ihavethewrongnumbersorry.” before slamming the phone back in place, standing frozen as her heart beat against her chest.

The phone rang, ‘can a payphone even do that’ she thought as she picked the darned thing up. “Please insert payment to accept the call.” An automated voice rang, Y/n scrambling to put the last of her change into the machine.

“Hello?” She questioned, wondering if she was dreaming the whole thing unsure if the phone even worked both ways.

“So you’re on a payphone?” The same humming voice said, the supposed man's voice deep and rugged yet clear.

“Um, yes.” Y/n said, oddly embarrassed, as if the man was interrogating her over her own actions.

“Is that for anonymity purposes? Or because you don’t have a phone of your own?” The voice asked, his tone so serious, something Y/n wasn’t prepared for.

“I don’t -” He didn’t let her finish.

“That’s fine, why did you hang up?” “I got scared.” She admitted, grasping the phone a little tighter, embarrassed by her own words, ‘who was this man anyway?’.

“Hmm.” The stupid hum rang through again. “But you are serious?” He asked.

“Yes, yes, I, well I think so.”

“So no then?”

“No, yes, I don’t know, this is all really new, and your ad was -” ‘god he has a habit of cutting me off’.

“My ad was vague, yes I know.” He admitted, the line muffling as he shifted in what she pictured was a seat. “Why don’t we meet somewhere and we can discuss the arrangement?”

“Um, sure.” She practically whispered.

“Does tomorrow work?” He asked, a pen clicking in the background.

“Well I'll be working till 5 tomorrow.”

“After work?”

“Sure, um, have you heard of the ‘corner cafe’? Just off the main road in King’s landing.” She nervously blurted out. “We could meet there.”

“Does 5:10 work?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” She smiled, though she quickly stopped, she wasn’t sure how she wanted herself to feel about the whole thing just yet.

“I will see you then.”

“What’s your name? How will I know who you are?” She asked, getting nervous.

“Oh you’ll know.” He simply said before hanging up, Y/n swore she could hear him smiling, if that was even possible.

[hippogriffs-and-alicorns]

I think about the excessive g5 hate from adults sometimes and its like....

Listen, I understand the anger. You watched g4 and it was part of you and now it's moved on and you're slightly upset, but something I feel like the g4-stanning fans forget is that....they're not the show's target anymore. When mlp g4 started out, it was for little kids. It was still for little kids when it ended. Nothing is wrong with liking a kids show, but when you start throwing fits and swearing over new designs and demanding they change it when you are not longer the target audience....idk, I just don't understand I suppose. I grew up on g4 and ADORED it, and I like g5 just as much. Ofc I'm not saying people can't dislike g5, I'm just saying it's hard to wrap my head around why people hate it so much. Because you can be in the fanbase of a kids show, but it's not for you, it's for the little kids who will buy the toys and beg their parents to get the services to watch the show. It's for the new generation, heck, the movie was CALLED "A New Generation". I get the frustration, but the fact of the matter is that you've grown up and the show is no longer for you. You can't demand Hasbro to change the plot or designs of g5 just because you don't like it, because you're not their target audience anymore. The younger kids of today are. The most common issue I see is people complaining about Sunny becoming an alicorn "too quickly". The thing is: Sunny became an alicorn because she literally put an end to hatred between the three pony kinds, she made ACTUAL HISTORY, she changed her world forever, and I feel like restoring the peace Twilight once upheld was pretty deserving of alicornhood? Sunny didn't make the races hate each other, that happened long before she was born, she saved her kind and restored magic to ponies everywhere...I feel like that's a pretty deserving thing to become alicorn over. If she went through the exact same long and drawn-out arc Twilight did, it would get boring because we've done this before. We've been here before. G5 put a new spin on the show that honestly was really cool to see. If it went with Twilight's same story people would just hate it for copying g4. I just feel like maybe...agree to disagree? Dislike g5 but stop putting intense and malicious hate in the main tag, stop commenting on posts/tiktoks/whatever talking about how you miss g4 and how stupid you think g5 is...Twilight's entire mission was peace and friendship, she wouldn't hate Sunny for restoring that peace. She was the princess of friendship. I don't get why people think she'd want to kill Sunny for restoring her legacy... In short: Let people enjoy things and try to be at least somewhat polite about it, it's not worth getting red hot heated over the pony cartoon, just leave everyone to their own devices. Shake hands over liking the separate versions (or both!) and call it a day.

*(PLEASE don't fight or argue or come after me in the comments or reblogs, I'm not trying to start discourse, I'm just calmly stating my opinion and expressing my confusion. Once again, I have no issue if people dislike g5. I just don't understand the full-blown all-caps anger coming from adults over this children's media and am expressing those feelings.)

[cringefaecompilation]

I know it wasn't the focus of your misogyny post so if I'm overstepping please ignore me, but it also really makes me mad when people "conveniently forget" that Ashton is nonbinary, especially when it justifies their shitty opinions (ie he's One Of The Boys™ so he's always correct and can do no wrong thanks to his male-based intellect unlike the awful evil women or he's an Evil Manipulative Man™ who's going out of his way to use his male-ness to harm these poor innocent helpless women because he said/did anything negative towards them). Like please y'all, they're not a man PLEASE they said their pronouns IN THE FIRST EPISODE PLEASE. Feel free to like/dislike Ashton all you want cause that's perfectly fair, but for the love of god don't be transphobic (especially to be sexist) when you do it??? Is that too much to ask??? Idk if I'm making sense/getting upset at nothing because I've seen a lot of people dismiss this as being silly or getting mad at nothing, but idk as a masc enby a lot of discussions around Ashton feel so gross? Idk though, once again ignore if I'm overstepping or anything

you are not being silly and you are not getting mad at nothing or overstepping. it's a huge problem.

i've seen way more of the former where he is misgendered as a cis male as a positive trait, so i'll be talking more about that. will be reposting my tags about this trend in fandom because i've already said my piece on it.

ashton is "schrodinger's man" to these people when they're bored with ignoring/erasing orym's respect and care towards the women in his life. they're nonbinary and trans when they're being directly defended against fans who only like the women, and they're a cis male who is a victim of violent misandry when complaining about previous drama or shipping laudmo/ore (willing to give the benefit of the doubt that maybe some of that blending is them including cis male actor taliesin jaffe but then again). the idea that shardgate was Feminism Going Too Far is an actual statement that i've seen going around the fandom, and it's gotten worse now with swordgate.

didja know there are people insisting laudna should have been abandoned by the hells or fearne should have gotten "harsher punishment" when her dad nearly killed her because both women did something selfish/impulsive and ashton was yelled at and punished for doing something selfish/impulsive? the They Only Were Upset With Ashton Because He Is A Man argument is so fucking dumb. bro almost nuked himself without telling anybody else and was the only one not forcing the shard down fearne's throat, of course they'd come to blows. and you wanna know why they didn't scream at fearne or laudna? BECAUSE THEY LEARNED TO NOT DO THAT. THEY HAD A THERAPY SESSION SPECIFICALLY TO AVOID DOING THAT SHIT AGAIN

and it really does make it obnoxious because i like him and orym's dynamic but it's so fucking frustrating seeing people make them into bell's hells leaders and Voices Of Reason just so they can say "orym is always correct because dead husband and imogen is a salty selfish bitch" or "ashton is always correct because tough love & street smarts and imogen is just a salty selfish bitch" that it immediately sets off red flags for me if someone says those guys are their favorite bh characters. and it sucks because i love orym and ashton too!

obligatory "both sides though" mention: yes. there are im/odna shippers that fantasize about "punishing" or murdering ashton. they do that to dorian and orym too. i am aware of them and i have seen them. i have 90% of them blocked lmao

and i have also talked about this before but the amount of people i've seen insisting callowm/oore is a bad homophobic cishet ship that erases fearne's pansexuality is BIZARRE. this argument was used to prop up fearn/iture which makes no fucking sense to me since chetney is, as far as we know, cisgender. we might not know ashton's sexuality proper but it's safe to assume they aren't heterosexual as they've flirted with people of many genders. also there was this genuine debate if as/hrym was a homophobic ship because orym only dates men... and. well. i don't think it'd be the same as shipping keyleth with orym, let's put it that way lol

[vampstel]

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[darklinaforever]

https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenager#:~:text=A%20teenager%2C%20or%20teen%2C%20is,may%20do%20vary%20between%20countries

The law is separate from the general definition of a teenager. It's from thirteen to nineteen and are generally classed as adolescent. The term minor is a legal phase and in terms of classification as an adult, it varies from country to country depending on age. Some countries it's 16, others it's 18 or 21 even. But the general definition in the English language is a teenager from 13 - 19. The fact you can't grasp this is mindboggling. That's why I'm not arguing with you because your other arguments are bs in their concept. If you are calling a nineteen year old is not a teenager then there's no point in engaging with you. There's all these concrete facts on things out there that you seem to be in absolute denial about it and have to pointlessly confront all the time. Nothing you say makes sense and if anything does, it's because you stole it from someone else. It's like the only thing you see and hear is yourself and you are trying desperately to make us all see it too. Tbh you probably need mental help. When you say a teacher accused you of plagarism but somehow it didn't happen then what did happen? You're always twisting the narrative to suit yourself. You seem incredibly naive as well blindly believing people over this weird Grace thing, leading to other users on here being harassed because you didn't have the sense or judgement to question what is being sent on anon. You need to log off and seek help. Stop stalking the tags and sending asks/replies to people to fuel conflict or cause trouble. Stop sending links to yourself on anon so you can post vitriol on it. Stop spreading false information. Stop plagiarising. I have been told by several people you are unhinged and I have given you the benefit of the doubt. But now I see you need mental help.

I think it's you who needs mental help.

I'm not the one who makes the law. In my country, the legal age of majority / adulthood is 18, as in many others. It's that simple. Legally for many places, 19 is an adult. Do you want to complain about that ? Fill the system. I'm not saying that someone aged 19 is necessarily an adult mentally, I'm just saying that they are legally one. But I'm sick and I need help to just say this reality of our world ? I believe once again that it is you who needs help.

So, in fact, Rhaenyra is legally, by globally our modern standards, an adult in episode 4, in addition to being one for Westeros as well. At this point, what you're doing is nitpicking to piss off...

Again, I don't steal anything from people. I didn't plagiarize anyone. You love to repeat this when there is literally no proof !

And I didn't let any tumblr users be harassed, it's bullshit sent for defamation :

I don't bother stalking any tags either. Where does this accusation come from this time ?

I then rarely send requests to other accounts, and it is not fundamentally different from other requests they may receive. How does this disrupt tumblr ? Those to whom I sent requests never complained. Where does this other bullshit come from ?!

And I don't send any anonymous requests to myself. Again, WTF ?

And what false information have I spread ? You really accuse me of things, each crazier than the last... If it's in relation to Grace, there's no way to verify this story and I always take it with a grain of salt. So how am I spreading false things ?!

Besides, you say that I am naive and blind to believe people about Grace, even if in reality I always took this story with a grain of salt, without affirming that it was true, whereas you believe without problem baseless bullshit about me in addition to saying new ones...

And once again, I didn't plagiarize ANYONE. Leave me alone with this.

Again :

I'm someone who generally stays in my corner, I don't understand the passion you all have for coming to annoy me like that.

You are the one who should get mental help at this point.

[thyandrawrites]

I am once again complaining at this stupid tag limit. Ndnjdjsjd tumblr why. Sometimes my thoughts form as I ramble. 30 tags are nothing.

Anyway. If you read my tags on that last post I hope they make sense. I was trying to make them fit by the end there...

[lazyvase]

PvWeak (5/16/2023)

Devil's Advocate

This is for the best.

Not for everyone mind you. But it is for me.

When at first I heard the rumors and ideas of PvE being released in chunks/sections/chapters/missions, I was apprehensive. I worried what would happen to the flow of the story, and the functionality of the skill tree. However, after some consideration, I came to terms with it. In all fairness, there are some (personal) flaws to be had with a full campaign, and some benefits to a diluted release.

My biggest issue with a full campaign is that it would have most likely been a one and done deal, consumed like every full season drop on netflix. I would've had to rush through the game if I did not want to be spoiled by the countless users and youtubers doing the same. I would not have been able to enjoy and marinate within the lore and character interactions. For me, all at once would have meant nothing at all. Especially since I know that the campaign would have not been "infinitely replayable". You know what else was "infinitely replayable" in the eyes of Blizzard? The Archive missions. Wrath of the Bride. Starwatch. Junkestein's Revenge. Now, to some of you these modes were infinitely replayable, but I know a lot of you didn't. And I am certain that the campaign would have been just as "infinitely replayable".

I truly prefer the gradual release. Think about it: We FINALLY have the Overwatch TV show! After each mission release, we, the Overwatch community, will have time to debate, converse, analyze, discuss, dissect, and ponder each mission. It's gameplay, it's interactions, it's lore dumps. (Those sweet, sweet lore dumps have been preserved!) Everyone always complains about getting the whole season at once, and how things would be better if we went back to weekly releases. We here in the Overwatch community shall receive the full beauty and power of separated release dates. We shall FINALLY BE ABLE TO THEORIZE AGAIN! This is for the best.

Now, I'm not going to pretend this is perfect for everyone else. I'm no fool. Many fans were more excited for the gameplay opportunities. I give you my condolence. Perhaps the Overwatch team will still be able to spice things up in the missions. Time will tell.

Now. For the elephant in the room. The Future of Overwatch.

Overwatch will die sooner rather than later. There will never be an Overwatch 3. The grave has already been built. The death of Overwatch is NOT due to the lackluster PVE. But the mass exodus from the fanbase. They have lost faith in Overwatch. I can't blame them for that. But. I CAN BLAME THOSE FILTHY YOUTUBE CLICKBAITERS. They ALL title their videos "PvE is cancelled" "PvE is scrapped" "PVE is completely gone" IT'S NOT. YOU HAVE ALL BEEN TRICKED BY PEOPLE FOOLS WHO REFUSE TO READ THE SLIGHTEST, OR REFUSE TO LISTEN IN THE SLIGHTEST, OR ONLY CARE TO MAKE A QUICK CLICK. THEY ARE THE WEAK LINKS IN THIS COMMUNITY. THEY HAVE SNAPPED THE CHAIN THAT HOLDS THEM UP.

Apologies for keeping all that in the post. But I did tag this as a rant. I have been quite annoyed by those digging the grave before the body is cold.

I still have hope. I am quite certain me and other Overwatch loreheads shall get our worth out of it. Some gameplay oriented fans may get a kick out of it. If you want to leave the Overwatch fanbase after this disappointment/betrayal, I implore you to do so. May I suggest Omega Strikers? I hear it's like league of legends, without the toxicity and tendency to give you mental health issues. If you desire to block me, do so. I admit this is one of my more off-putting posts.

Regardless, thank you for listening. Have fun. Stay safe. And I'll see you all next PvWeak.

[jokest3r]

jokest3r's Masterlist & Basic Info

MDNI !!!!!!!!! I don't draw especially raunchy stuff but it might be suggestive in some art posts and I don't want people that are not adults interacting !

Hiya ! Welcome to my main blog where I post art and talk about things I'm interested in or current "life" things but I really just post about the games I'm currently playing. This is also multifandom so expect a lot of different things.

This is my one and only social as I don't like most social media beyond Tumblr. So if you see anyone that's saying they are me on any other platforms... (they are definitely not me /ᐠ.ᆽ.ᐟ \) This masterlist will update and be edited as new art is made or I create fics though most of my fics will only remain on AO3 or here though that will depend on their length ! Empty links will be updated as I post art, fics, etc. I will add more as time goes on. Thx for passing by !

Call of Duty

Matvey-Lukyan Volkov-Makarov ☀ :

Matvey's Ref Sheet & Short Bio , Psych Eval(+Ficlet) , OG Matvey(+Reboot)

Classic Version : (New Hair Classic Look) , (Old Classic Matvey & Retired Older Info) , (Old Cute Recolor of Classic Matvey)

Tags : #cod oc: matvey-lukyan volkov-makarov , #oc: matvey-lukyan volkov-makarov

R.O.O.T. Days: Month One

Lobo : Lobo's Ref Sheet & Short Bio , Chibi Lobo

Mutual's OC's & Others OC's: Chibi Matvey & Jack , Fancy Meeting You Here(Matvey & Arjun) , Cousins in Arms(Matvey, Nikita, Kolya) , Valentine's-Day Card from Amara for Revnah

Personal Goal(s): New Banner !

Fandoms I am In in No Unique Order !

I decided to list them by (+) meaning I will post fanart of characters or more likely to and (++) for posting art of an oc or two ! Rest I might just talk about offhandedly if I'm playing them currently.

Call of Duty (Pretty Obvious.) (++)

COD Zombies (I've LOVED zombies since I was younger. A true Misty and Buried Stan(✿◠‿◠)) (+)

Fallout (I haven't posted art for the games in a very long time but that may change depending on when I get into a Fallout vibe again. Just don't ask me about Fallout 4. I will usually ONLY post about New Vegas but Fallout 3 every once and a while but usually to complain about game economy LOL.) (++)

Saints Row (++)

Silent Hill (I have an attachment to most of the characters so I may post fanart sooner or later !) (+)

Watch Dogs

Bioshock

Cyberpunk 2077 (+)

VTM/VTMB (++)

POSTAL (++)

TES: Skyrim (++)

GTA Online (++)

IHNMAIMS (++)

LEFT 4 DEAD

I am into a variety of games but usually will only post art of these if not at all.

IASIP/Always Sunny (Charlie Kelly my beloved)

Also short disclaimer but not really ? I just think it's sorta important to know. I have OCD and like not ina joke sorta way, like diagnosed. And unfortunately, with Perfectionism OCD it makes it harder to post art. So I take breaks between fully rendered and colored pieces that usually last two-three days so I don't get burnout. But if I don't answer your ask very quickly sorry >.< I'm probably working on drawing it but it may take a bit longer to complete ! Same goes for any art trades I may do in the future.

Rules for Asks: If you're asking me anything specifically, please nothing uncomfortable or suggestive at all/ or related to my personal life. I think that's self-explanatory but just in case ! Though I'd be very happy to talk about the process I do when I make/made my OC's.

DO NOT REPOST MY ART !