#i like to keep up i like to soak in iz

[chussyracing]

Do you like indycar too, right?

nope, i tried watching and it doesn't hit the same.

in terms of similar level of performance between drivers and number of cars i prefer f3, in terms of like-ability of drivers and less cars with fire liveries but where you can actually see the drivers i prefer f1 academy, and in terms of links to f1 (although differently than indycar) and personalities of drivers with their own (much better) version of dts, i prefer f2

[octoberautumnbox]

Aquamarine

Soloist Lee Chaeyeon & Male Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Categories/tags: smut, shower, glass, camera/picture, standing sex, standing doggy, creampie, fluffy (at least thats the plan)

a/n: birthday piece for the second half of IZ*ONE'S HoneyWaterz! she gets like one fic a year y'all are missing out. and as usual (lol) no proofread no beta im sorry i know its terrible

The water glistens against her skin, shining as it falls down her back. The city lights seem so far below you like you're in the clouds yourself. The smoke doesn't reach up here, nor the hustle and bustle of the metropolis below. It's only you and her.

Click, click, click. Find her through your camera's lens, taking perfect shot after perfect shot. She turns around and smiles a divine smile at you, and you suspect that she's stopped posing a long while ago; now, she's just glad to find you nearby.

She paddles adorably over to the shallow end of the pool and takes a seat. "Thank you for taking me out like this, babe. I love you so much. Everything is perfect."

She wrings her hair carefully and looks up over the moon, enjoying the cool breeze of tropical air on her face and chest. Click.

"Ugh, stop it," she giggles. "I wasn't ready. Delete that one."

You chuckle and place your camera on a dry, flat surface and join her in the pool. The water is warm between your toes, and you accept the welcome by sitting down in it right next to her.

You try to put your arm around her shoulder, but she shrugs it off cutely. "Don't, you idiot," she scolds lovingly, "I'm all wet."

Sulking away playfully, never mind your lightly damp Hawaiian shirt, you respond. "Wow, calling me an idiot just for trying to love you. I knew it, you've just been using me all this time..."

She laughs her signature laugh, painting the skyline of your heart in vibrant tones of aquamarine. She takes your hand and pulls slowly, bringing your arm around her once more.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Everything about you is perfect." Place a hand on her cheek and bring her gaze over to yours. "How'd I end up with someone as breathtaking as you?"

"Shut up, babe..." she chuckles lightly as she places her hand over yours. "You know I fell for you first."

Close your eyes gently as the gravity of your hearts draw your lips together. You find her halfway through the darkness, but of course you did. When has she ever let you down?

The kiss you share is slow, respectful. You ask for permission from each other wordlessly, giving and taking just a tiny bit more from each other's love with every singular peck.

She breaks the kiss gratefully. As you open your eyes you're met with a goddess, ethereal and alluring. And she's all yours.

Without her forehead leaving yours, she whispers to you, "Let's go inside, babe, I'm getting cold."

~~~

Pull her by her waist into the shower enclosure and take her lips again. She strips you of your Hawaiian shirt, now soaked, and tosses it out of the glass cubicle. Her arm wraps around your neck, while her free hand finds the shower handle.

The showerhead comes to life, and warm water falls onto your back. Chaeyeon slips her fingers under your waistband and pulls down, taking away your last bits of clothing and relieving you of the growing pressure in your shorts.

You do the same, pulling off her dripping wet bikini bottom. Without ever breaking the kiss, she kicks them away and takes your hands onto her plump and firm ass. She moans lightly at your touch, music to your ears.

As much as you want to keep them there, you know there's more you have to do first. Break the kiss for just a moment, and see your girlfriend out of breath.

Grabbing the hem of her top, you pull up. She raises both arms to help you out, knowing that this also gives you the best view of your favorite part.

The wet piece of fabric moves up past her chest, and her beautiful tits bounce free from their containment. You keep pulling until the bikini top clears her head and finally her arms, and then you toss them out of the cubicle and shut the door.

She wraps her arms around your neck again. Grip her ass cheeks and pull her towards you, savoring her firm behind while you force your cock between her thighs.

She moans cutely at the sensation of your head right at the entrance of her heat. You kiss her again, torridly this time, and she returns your affections hungrier, more impatient, less quietly than earlier.

She pulls you even closer, pressing her soft breasts onto your chest, and the feeling could not be more heavenly. You know she's doing this on purpose, and so you respond in kind by giving her a smack on her butt cheek, forcing it to jiggle. As she's groaning into your mouth as a reflex, you leave her at a loss for a more heavenly moment.

Chaeyeon finally frees your lips, and the both of you take a deep breath. You can't get enough, though, and bring her over to the glass pane nearest to you.

"You're so fucking hot..." She traces all over your body with her fingertips. "How do you want me, babe?" she asks courteously.

"You have to smile for the camera, sweetheart." Turn her around to face the glass, and wipe away the steam obstructing her view of outside. She spots your camera sat on a table, facing the pair of you, and she blushes and smirks devilishly as she catches wind of your plan.

"Naughty boy... Hurry up and take me." Chaeyeon bends over and gives you a clear view of her ass, and shows off her pink lower lips for your pleasure.

You make her lean on the glass pane with her forearms as you grab her by the hips. Always the gentleman, you don't keep her waiting. Pull her lips apart, hear her groan at the feeling, and, finally, push your hardened cock into her tight pussy.

"Fuck..." Click. The flash goes off in front of her, and she turns redder in her cheeks. "This is so fucking hot, babe..."

"Happy birthday, baby. You're getting a private photo book of tonight as one of your gifts. Smile your prettiest."

You feel her velvet walls clench lovingly around your cock. It isn't a challenge at all though, with her slick lubricating her insides, to pull out nearly all the way, and force yourself back into her core.

Relish the feeling of fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. Take pride in how she powerlessly surrenders herself to your will. With every thrust deep into her pussy, you show her that she'll only ever belong to you.

"Babe, harder... Please fuck me harder." You comply with her request, as you thrust forward you forcefully pull her back. Her ass meets your pelvis at every pump, producing a symphony of slaps and groans.

Click, click, click. The camera makes its presence felt as flashes fill the other side of the bathroom. Push your goddess of a girlfriend harder against the glass, and she lets out a loud "ahhhh" as her nipples and breasts are squished onto the cold surface.

"Right there, babe, keep fucking me just like that..." Her walls only get tighter as your cock splits her apart. The sounds of her pleasure fill the bathroom as you bring her closer and closer to climax.

"I love you... so... fucking much, babe..." you mutter next to her ear. You can tell she's losing control of herself, she answers only in moans of ecstasy at the rough fucking she's receiving.

Hook her leg under your arm, raise it for the camera. Click, click. The view of her pussy being violated by your cock is crystal clear for the camera to capture. Click. Chaeyeon screams in pleasure as you reach new depths in the lewd position she finds herself in. Click. Her face is smushed against the glass with how hard you're pushing her. Click, click, click. Her nipples grow stiffer against the clear pane, spurring her on and on towards her eventual release.

"Sweetheart, you still good?" She can't answer, you know she can't. Just one look and you can tell she's long gone: her head thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull, no regard for whatever she might be saying anymore.

Figure she's had enough. Conclude her long day with a bang. Give her a high note to end a perfect celebration. Better yet, make her sing the high note herself.

You grow more ravenous with your hold on her. "You know... One of your gifts... a whole photo book... of just tonight." Click. You thrust into her sex more roughly, chasing your high as you force her to reach hers. She can't defy you, and you know she won't. She's yours.

Her climax comes to her like an earth-splitting bolt of lightning. All at once, a guttural scream rips through her throat, click, streaks of her cum spray onto the glass she's pressed against, click, she stumbles as her legs give out underneath her, click, click, and her walls grip you in a desperate attempt to prolong her unholy pleasure as much as she can, click.

"I'm cumming, baby... Happy birthday--!!!" With a deep groan you shoot your cum into her womb, making sure every spurt stays in and takes. Her walls apply a heavenly amount of pressure on your cock, milking you for more, and you give her exactly what she wants. With every spurt of your hot cum into her abused snatch Chaeyeon screams louder yet, click, begging in gibberish for something she herself doesn't even know anymore.

You realize she's full up when your cum overflows from her pussy and down her thigh. She's taking heavy breaths now, and your wits are slipping away from you.

~~~

You find yourself sat on the cold tiled floor of the shower. Warm water still falls from the showerhead and onto the pair of you. Chaeyeon is taking her sweet time filling her lungs with air and steadying her breathing. Her head's leaned onto your shoulder, so you push her hair aside to give her a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, sweetheart. You might not have heard me earlier, but happy birthday."

She can only respond in deep breaths and scratchy hums. She brings her lips back over to yours, last kiss before getting dressed for bed. And you know that meant "I love you too."

a/n: yknow i should just stop planning fics at this point lmao. anyways, happy birthday our feather chaeyeon!!!

[iznsfw]

You are now obliged to write an Eunbi smut

Waterbombed

IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

5,835 words

Categories | daddy kink, anal, jealousy, squirting, breast worship, fingering, titfucking, spanking, slight exhibitionism

Sorry not sorry for the Eunbi spam—I promise I'll write the other members and other idols after this. Waterbomb Festival Eunbi is just too hot.

Enjoy.

Tokki 🐰: oppaaaaaaaaa

This can't be good. Eunbi's bombing your phone again with ridiculous messages designed to attract your attention. It won't work today, though. You've got a lot to do, and besides that, she's equally busy. She's out there performing in some festival Woollim booked, and it's safe to say that it should have brought about only peace in your office cubicle. No videos, no flirty texts, no nada—that's how it should have been.

But one thing you've learned when dating Kwon Eunbi is to expect the unexpected. Too bad you didn't keep that in mind when you finally gave in and picked up your phone. Work can wait for a few minutes, right?

You: What is it ?

Tokki 🐰: have you seen my performance yet :]

You don't think so. The day's been too packed to make space for a quick watch.

You: Not yet love im busy

Tokki 🐰: you should oppa

becauseeeee

i really enjoyed performing at the waterbomb festival!!!!!

Waterbomb Festival?

Isn't that—

It slowly hits you, as if the information were a hesitant slap on the shoulder. Thoughts come blending into each other in your head and forming a quaky conclusion. Could it be…?

Open another tab on your work desktop. You quickly flock to YouTube. Never mind if your boss sees the history through the internet router. You have to know if your suspicions are true. 

Your experienced fingers spell out a search query into the curved search bar. In flash-paced impulse, you type out: "권은비 워터밤."

Then there it is: several fan-recorded videos of your girlfriend, your ever-so-precious and playful Eunbi, dressed in nothing but a flimsy bikini top and a see-through cardigan. Her hair is soaked from the sprays and shots of water coming at her, but she's smiling—she looks like she's having the time of her life.

The played previews of the videos are endless loops of her chest rippling and bouncing with her wide movements, even cutting to a clip where she's running her hands up her exposed body, grinding her hips down as if you were there on the stage with her, invisible yet still present. 

No wonder she didn't want you to attend. You insisted, but she asked that you did what you had to do. 

You're a good man. At least, you try to be. Eunbi's her own person and you're completely fine with whatever she does, even suggesting the kinds of tattoos she could pick out when she went to get some. They're what gave you the inked places to kiss her.

But she knows what she was doing with this. It's impossible not to discern that.

Look around before closing the tab with shivering breaths, then pick up your phone.

You: ????? 

You told me it was a festival

Not the WATERBOMB festival

Tokki 🐰: oh come on whats the difference 

and you don't own me >:(

i can do whatever i want

:PPPPP

She's got a point, but her intent with this is so obvious, with the lewd expressions she fires the audience and all, that—

You: Oh

So that's how it's going to be, huh.

It's maddening how your picture of her jumping around giggling as she types another message to you is probably accurate. 

Tokki 🐰: yes :3

can you come pick me up?? 

The audacity of this girl sometimes.

But forget it; as any good boyfriend would, you're picking her up. You'll do more than pick her up. 

-

Getting there in the guise of her manager isn't easy. You've had to negotiate with him, explaining that you'll pick her up on your own and save him the trouble. I'm a friend of hers, you said. I just want to congratulate her performance, you added. He gave you suspicious looks, but once he saw her name in your contacts, he ultimately agreed.

Driving through the crowd isn't easy either, but you manage to do it. You have your emotions to thank for that. Lust and jealousy, as you've learned, are like demons—they possess you, control you to the point that they invade other aspects of your life. Asmodeus sure likes tinkering with you, and you're just sitting there in the driver's seat letting him? If that's the case, you'd have to attend the Waterbomb Festival itself to wash yourself of hell's flame.

Heat begins to fill the room when you see her though. You'd adlib a pun into the script here, say a joke about how it's only hot because Eunbi is. But you're too turned on by the sight of her tits on display, poorly contained by the thin bikini and held together by one single button of the transparent cardigan.

Her smile pushes you on. She knows what you're here for, but she loves playing dumb as much as she loves provoking you. It's all going according to her plan.

Every bit of her insane curves sway in an aesthetic, almost rehearsed way at you as she approaches. Her hair is still wet, and maybe there's another thing wet, too; her thighs squirm together too much to be merely out of the soaked sprays aimed at her at the festival.

Eunbi's eyes sparkle. Makeup can't fabricate that glimmer.

"Daddy," she says, with conviction. With meaning. 

The hair on the back of your nape rises.

Eunbi's pushing you to the empty seat in the room, soon filling your lap with her soft presence. "You really came? I thought you were mad at Eunbi."

There she is again with the third-person thing. The daddy thing, too. She knows it's your weakness, hearing a pretty girl like her who pretends not to know of her effect on people get on her knees and call you what she shouldn't. You won't lie; it's insanely hot, but when she's grinding her round ass down on your growing bulge with that tiny bite of her lower lip, you, as usual, aren't passive. You aren't moved by her coaxing. You refuse to be. 

"Watch it," you warn anyway, a hand on one of her womanly hips. You massage it, a cautionary message written in your movements. Now you brush a thumb over her midriff and draw small gasps out of her.

"I'm n-not doing anything." 

Innocent as her voice is, her outfit isn't—the patterned bikini top barely holds on to her plentiful breasts, and the cardigan is useless anyway with how clear its seams are. 

"Daddy," Eunbi says again, the pout on her lipsticked mouth growing, "don't tease."

"I'm not doing anything," you say, happy to use her line against her. 

You love and live to see the weak expressions on her face when you trail your hands gently to the scope of her tits. If they barely fit the bikini, what more in your hands? They're too soft in your fingers as you gingerly toy with them. Her nipples poke the fabric of the top and brush your palms.

Eunbi's gasps frequent. "Please."

"What is this, baby?" you ask. "You go to a festival made for perverts and you make a scene anyway. And now you want me to take this off—"

Unbutton the single thing holding the cardigan together, slipping it off her shoulders. The bare, revealed body in front of you is something the Waterbomb Festival goers were able to see first—just under the gauze of the poor outerwear. It triggers an unhinged emotion in you, something that goes like: mine mine mine.

"—call you a good girl—"

Eunbi's lips are pursed as you touch her everywhere. She's completely soaked after her viral feat at the festival, but there's another thing down below that's wetter. Showing herself off to everybody, men and women alike, has her wet to the core. 

Your touch teases yet lingers, stays yet strays. She grinds down on your lap needily. 

"—and expect me to fuck you? Really?"

Eunbi's truly all bark but no bite. Her feistiness through texts doesn't translate in real life, wherein she completely melts when you just let your fingertips glide along her waiting skin. Just look at her heaving bosom, her large eyes—she's passiveness itself.

"But you, you liked seeing me up there, daddy," she stammers. Eunbi swallows the moment your hand rests on her cheek. "H-hah, you liked watching me."

She cries out too loud for subtleness at the sudden spank thrown at her tits. 

"Is this what you wanted those men at the festival to do to you?" Slap her bouncing tits again, squeezing before throwing another blow. "Slap your big fucking tits, dick you down right there on the stage for everyone to see?"

"Mmm, ah, you ask too many questions, daddy. Oh– oh my god—"

"If you want to be such a bad girl," you say, a harsh squeeze from your right hand on her boob, "you'll get fucked like one."

Pull down the narrow cup of the bikini to suck on her nipples. Replace the redness on the flesh from your slaps to redness from your mouth. You've placed your hand on skirted ass to keep her on your lap, because she's not going anywhere—she'll stay here, here where you can teach her a lesson. 

You dare to bite just a little. Beneath your palm, Eunbi's form curves and she screams.

"D-daddy!" 

"Sensitive, aren't we?" you ask with a smirk. Your tongue flattens as it licks greedily at her nipples, then retreating to her collarbone and neck. Still, her bountiful breasts are your main focus. 

"Please fuck me. I need it, I can't—"

"Take the skirt off. Bend over." 

Eunbi whines, but you fire her with a look of warning. Hence, she slips out of the white jean skirt. She doesn't even wear safety shorts underneath. Instead, it's a single thong that matches the plaid pattern of the top. She might as well be at a beach with how little clothing there is on her curvaceous body.

Your blood boils, but it settles when she does bend over obediently on your lap, and you enjoy the sight of her breasts dangling before settling on the soft plush sofa. 

"Someone might see, daddy," she protests, though she's already folded in half on the furniture. "The others, they're gonna look."

"You had no problem with that earlier," you say. Circle your palm over the exposed fat cheeks and clench your hand around one, just like you did with her tits. "I should fuck you at the door, make everyone see the sexy little thing they saw at the festival is mine."

"Noooo, please, daddy! The company'll be mad and my fans…oh, my fans—"

"Quiet, baby girl. Let me use you."

Eunbi nods, albeit her shadowed eyes are closed. She whimpers through pursed lips as the first spank capsizes. Her ass moves beautifully, as if it were a dancer just like her. It's hypnotizing, and for that you hit her more. 

"Oh, oh yes, daddy, oh my god," she cries out, her voice thin. "I love it when you spank me. M-makes me want to cum all over you."

"Not a chance after the shit you pulled out there."

Her thong is sticky with her juices. Feel it with your middle finger briefly. Dare to slip through the side to touch her waiting pussy. Eunbi sobs a little, reversing her ass into you, but is met with a spank instead. She winces.

Eunbi's ass is, to be brief, amazing. But even with that you'll go on to say how much you love the supple flesh bouncing in front of you, becoming red from the assault of your hand, clenching to bear the teasing. It's already a surprise that you haven't fucked her senseless already when she's lying stomach first on your lap in a tiny two-piece set, but you love to keep her on edge hankering for you to use her. 

"So you won't let me cum?" asks Eunbi, as if she were really disappointed that she'd be denied something she doesn't deserve. "That's not fair."

"Do you think it's fair to me?" 

"Oh, oh, daddy—" Her legs quake once your fingers nevertheless stuff her hole, and start moving at a pace too early to be set and too much to handle.

Your digits push past her slick walls and fill her over and over. "Presenting what's mine for everyone to see, Kwon Eunbi. And I thought you were a good girl."

"Ohhh, but I am!" Eunbi protests, on the verge of pleasure-induced tears. 

You just know where to touch her, where to fuck her pretty cunt at to reduce her to cum and tears. Nothing's a better combination. Stuff a third finger, and Eunbi gets too tight that you can barely fit. You have to spread your fingers a little to make space, yet she still squeezes down.

Through her struggles and cries she doesn't fail to move her crotch into your fingers. It's like she's in a battle of choices: to have you stop or have you go on forever. 

"I just wanted to have fun, daddy! I wanted you to punish me, to fuck me—"

"Well, you got what you wanted then, little brat. Cum for me. Cum for daddy."

Her screams fire off into the atmosphere like warnings. They have every right to send cautionary messages; Eunbi's a force to be reckoned with when she cums. At times, she'd yell and sob without shame as she came around your cock, tear the sheets with how hard she grasps at their fabric. But now, at a public waiting room backstage at the festival, she's got nowhere and no one to help her bear her orgasm.

So, while you violently fuck her hole with Eunbi-stained digits, her moans start off as what they were, evolving into louder and louder forms, until she's cumming, cumming all over your fingers as if her pussy were one of the water guns itself. Her squirt doesn't miss her thong, but it also doesn't leave your lap empty in its wake.

Oh, and she's screaming. She's crying out your name in pitched tones, carving your thrusts into stronger forces. "Shit, daddy, please!" Eunbi cries, struggling in your lap and squeezing down hard. "Please, daddy, I don't want to ruin your clothes!"

That's sweet of her, but frankly: "I don't care. Cum all over them. Just keep on squirting for me, baby. That's it."

Pull out to rub at her core, forcing more of her girl cum to eject into the air. Eunbi's legs flail and weaken. Her hips gyrate into your finger and flinch after you start spanking her impossibly wet cunt.

"Thank you, daddy," she says between gaspy gibberish and whimpers. She can barely see anything but stars. "My daddy, thank you, daddy, keep spanking my little pussy like that, mmm, I love you, daddy."

Alternate between spanking and rubbing so that the sofa is absolutely stained with her, so that anyone who comes in the room after the session will know that the Kwon Eunbi was railed here. So they know that they can gawk at her amazing body all they want, but she's yours. Yours, and no one else's. 

Eunbi bears it for a few seconds, hips lifting and descending. But it soon becomes too much to bear, for she implores, in a tired voice, "Daddy… stop. Too much."

No problem at all. Stop, like she asked. You never take things too far unless she wants you to, even when she's been bad, which reminds you: "But you're still a bad girl. You need to make it up to daddy."

"I know what to do!" she says, in a sudden cheerful voice she uses when she does her radio gigs. "I can make daddy feel better with this!"

Her legs are still weak, but she gets off your lap with the help of her own eagerness. Eunbi's always so ready to make you feel good.

She kneels, tugging your belt and pants off. Her animated expression at the sight of your cock is adorable, and as you ruffle her hair, you realize you just have to tell her:

"You're so fucking pretty, Eunbi."

Eunbi beams. Her cheeks flush. "Thank you, daddy."

"I bet you'll look even prettier fucking your huge tits on my cock."

"You don't have to tell me what to do," giggles Eunbi. "I'm a big girl."

She completely tears off the bikini top. Her wondrous boobs free themselves from the fabric, baring their flesh to you. It's an attempt to make you drool at the mouth and go bogey-eyed, and you can't say that it isn't successful. 

She squeezes her assets and plays with her nipples. Her fingertips brush and circle over the pink patch of skin as she moans seductively. The knot in your stomach tightens.

"Eunbi," you reprimand her. 

"What?" she says, eyes full of faux innocence. "I was so horny after you fingered me, daddy. You're just so hot when you're mad."

"I'll be madder if you don't let me fuck you."

She laughs. "Don't worry, daddy. Just sit there and relax for me, okay?" Eunbi raises a thumb questioningly.

Lower lip pinned under her teeth, she guides her large breasts to your cock. It takes no effort at all for her to slip your cock between. It's not unexpected either that the big soft skin imprisoning you feels amazing. With their size and impossibly smooth texture, you've no other choice but to moan loudly.

The backside of your length enjoys the space between her tits, while the rounded sides revel in their booby trap. Not a pun, you swear, especially not when your girlfriend's titfucking you, but there's no coherent thought when she's doing it. When she's smiling naughtily. When she's compressing her tits around your length like it's determined to keep you there forever. When—

"You're doing so fucking good, baby."

"Of course," she says happily. "Daddy made me cum even though I was a bad girl, so I'll always be good for him."

"Consider this your punishment, then."

"How is it a punishment if I love it?" 

"Don't start."

Another warning she doesn't heed. "I already have."

Her chest heaves and rests while being instructed by her hands. Eunbi lets a run of spit stream down her cleavage and on your cock as lubricant. Wipe the drool from her chin and offer it to her mouth. Her eyes sparkle with delicateness as she sucks on your thumb. The soft lips wrapping around your finger causes you to wonder what they'd feel like around your girth.

(Next time.)

"Gently," you have to remind her. The constriction of her bust around your cock is a little too much. So is her eager looks. "There's no rush here."

"But I want you to cum," Eunbi says. "I want you to cum all over my big tits you love so much. You love me, don't you? Then cum for me, daddy, show me you love your little baby girl, please?"

Fuck, it's tempting. You'd love to pepper her beautiful face and bust with your cum. She'd look so pretty in it while still keeping the look of pureness in her irises. But you have to hold out. 

She toys with your cock, slapping it against her boob then running its tip on her nipple. Your heart skips a beat, and she smirks. Seems like you're not doing a good job of keeping your daddy persona, but she's good enough to continue rubbing your firm veins on her skin. 

Eunbi's chest is a real-life fleshlight. Soon, your hips start to move of their own accord, and you're meeting her thrusts now, only with a little more force. There's the friction to chase after, too, and you're right at its heel. You're winning the race, already; you can almost taste it—

"Ohhh, daddy!" she says delightfully. Your cum rains on her chest and neck like a storm. The thunder can be your groans that instead of fearing, she relishes. 

"F-fuck," you say. "Fucking brat, take it all—"

Eunbi listens this time. She removes her bosom from enveloping your cock and attaches her mouth to it instead. You've trained her well; she shoves her face all the way down your length, effectively taking it all in her tight throat. Her neck flexes and relaxes. It stimulates you and has your legs bouncing.

Her eyes remain sealed onto you. The brightness in them that they hold so often tells you more than words could: she loves being your good girl as much as she loves being a brat. She loves riling you up but also loves being good and letting you have your way with her. It's what Eunbi keeps living for, and some may say it's an addiction, but if it is, she'd never want to recover. Not if it means having your warm cum down her throat and your hand tangled in her hair.

You call her a good girl more times than you can count. Ruffle her hair all the while and wipe the tears forming in her eyes when she whimpers. It takes a while getting her to get all of your cum—her throat extracts more from you, and it ends up with her gagging just a little. Finally, she makes the move to breathe.

Pants ride her shoulders, but Eunbi smiles. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she says. "Let's go home now—"

"Oh, no, Eunbi, we're not done."

"H-huh?"

You pull her up and into your lap, her butt parked only a little away from your cock. Eunbi wears a shocked look on her face, and it only adds up to the hotness of her wearing nothing but a Burberry thong while on your thighs.

"I still have to teach you a lesson," you tell her between firm squeezes on her butt. "You think I forgot?"

"Why?" she whines. Her hands fidget with your shirt. "I've been a good girl, haven't I? You got to cum!"

"And I'm not stopping." Guide her hips to dance along the head of your length. Brush against her engorged clit. Tease her slit. "Fucking ride my dick."

You push her down. Eunbi cries out, her nerves still on a high after her previous orgasm. To be fair, you're a little sensitive, too, but you look forward anyway to cumming in her tight little pussy. It could happen any time when she's just so fuckable, her busty self bouncing and squirming on your girth, and her face never failing to not hide the pleasure she's going through. You can feel her twitch and spasm, but of course, you keep slamming her down on your lap like she's a little rag doll.

"Daddy!" she screams. "Please, oh fuck, you're so big!"

She's a little greedy herself. If you wanted to fuck her till she came and begged you to stop, she wanted it more. She's wild and unhinged as she rides you, impaling herself with your rod though you cumming in her would do more bad than good, but when it pokes every good spot and stretches her tiny cunt better than any toy or a couple of fingers, she might as well do it with no regrets.

Kiss her collarbone and keep a hand on her ass to guide her. Squeeze; her moans break. Then Eunbi's looking at you with crazed eyes, deluded and dizzy with pleasure, as you slap her fat ass and let her wet core press its walls around your penis like a trap. This whole thing's a trap if you really looked at it, from the appearance at the Waterbomb Festival to the outfit she's wearing, but if that were so, you'd want no parole. If being jailed in her hole means getting this delicious tightness and hearing her whiny loud moans every second, you'd appeal for a life sentence.

She might as well be liquid—the roll of her hips is too fluid to be that of a human. But you've seen her fancams from the festival and guess that it was a manifestation, a prophecy for this to happen. Your cock can't be anything other than solid, however. Eunbi's too sexy a girl for your erection to be nonexistent.

"That's it, Eunbi." Lean back a little into the wet sofa to let her do her thing. "Ride that fucking cock. Fill that tight pussy."

"I will, daddy," she responds, nodding as if in a spell-cast trance. Maybe it's true; the heat brewing in the small of her stomach is too good to be true. "Yes, please, I love your big cock, it feels so good inside me."

You don't even have to guide her anymore. She's fully fucking herself on you, her stamina never failing her. Her full thighs strain and her pussy clenches down with a slippery yet firm grip. Groan, then slap her ass. She hums happily. Your relentless upward thrusts and slaps just burn her lust into a complete fire. 

It's a surprise your legs don't collapse on the way to carrying her and fucking her against the wall. It gives you more opportunity to stuff her with you harder. Eunbi's legs spread more, her breathing ragged, and you're kissing her again. You press your lips on hers, then on her neck for which she closes her eyes appreciatively, then her collarbone. There isn't one part of her you don't love. You'd paint her with your cum three times a day like a daily meal if you could.

For now, you binge on lust with her. You eat more of her than you should. But who's making the rules? Whoever they are, let it be known you're breaking them—skin slapping against skin grows louder, almost syncing with Eunbi's repeated moans and your pumps. Her hips and yours create a rhythm together to make it work, to make your cock fit inside her, but she ends up weak and tired anyway.

"Please, daddy. S-suck my tits. I need your mouth on me so bad. Can you give your baby girl what she wants, daddy?" Her pout prods you on. "You can, right?"

"Of course." 

Latch your mouth on one of the bouncing circles of flesh. Nibble, suck, spit, suckle—that's your beginning loop of actions for her. But it becomes frenzied after a while because of how good her folds swallow you, how soft her breasts are. Even as your actions become less and less sequenced, she moans. You never want to hear anything else.

"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you. I, I'm gonna cum soon. Keep fucking me like that and I promise, I promise I'll squirt around your s-stupidly big cock. I will, I will, just fuck me, oh my god. Oh, daddy!"

Eunbi stays true to her word, especially with your thumb toying her clit. She lets out another rush of cum on your crotch. It's wet, it's plenty, it's oh-so-hot when she's screaming helplessly like that, struggling to keep up with your speed. 

Pull out so more of her can spray all over you. If people don't hear your little session in this waiting room, they'll see evidence of it—it ends up on the floor, the sofa, the wall, and your soaked clothes on the ground. Maybe Eunbi's back could have imprinted a mark on the wall too after how hard you fucked her. It's too easy for adoring fans and nonchalant staff alike to find out what happened to their beloved Kwon Eunbi after the festival, and you have a feeling that it's part of what makes Eunbi squirt so much now.

Go south. Keep your fingers on her hips to help her stand. Then, flick your tongue on her clit to help her go through the long stretch of her orgasm.

"Ahh, fuck!" 

Her core tightens again. Her hips flinch and recoil, but you keep firing your sharp little licks long after her climax subsides. 

"Oh, daddy," Eunbi sighs, dizzy, "that felt so good."

"Can you go for more?" 

You're met with a curious look. It's as if she's wondering herself: could she?

"I want to fuck your ass, too, Eunbi." Squeeze her cheek, and her other cheek turns red. "Won't you let daddy fuck this perfect little thing?"

Eunbi shivers. She walks over to the windowsill, steps shaky, and places her hands on it. Then, she looks back at you, coaxing you on. And you have to admit that it's quite the sight, because there she is, in only skimpy underwear and her breasts bare of any covering. 

It's the fact that she's so willing to go and expose herself through the uncurtained window and show everyone who gets to fuck her that makes you approach her. 

"Naughty girl."

Eunbi nods. What's there to deny? Her eyes shut after you spank her.

"If I get to fuck your ass every time you go to Waterbomb," you say, trailing her wetness to her asshole as lubricant and lathering it with her arousal, "I'd let you go here daily."

Eunbi giggles. "So you're not mad anymore, daddy?" she asks hopefully.

Your cock rubs her hole. It teases her, keeps her on the tips of her toes. "Maybe."

Push, just a little. Already she's clenching down unintentionally. Eunbi hisses and shuts her eyes.

"Ffffuck, hnn." Her hands drum a tortured song on the windowsill while her voice strains a melody of darling cries and whines. "Haaah, daddy, you're so big. I don't think I can take it."

"Of course you can," you say, choosing to be gentle this time, "'cause you're my good girl, right?"

"Y-yes. I'll take it for you, daddy—I can do it."

"That's my Eunbi."

Kiss her neck and slowly plunge more inches in her. She keeps letting out soft cries. Her face, showcasing her eyes shut tightly and mouth slightly hung open, reflects into the window. You wonder which group's performing now, and if the audience is too enamored by their song to see the previous sex doll that is Eunbi being fucked at the window. That somehow encourages you alongside her soft moans of pleasure. 

It's Eunbi's first time with anal, and she never imagined she'd experience it here, at a place where anybody can see her pleasure and struggle. She clamps a palm on her mouth.

"Daddy… ahhh, it's so big, daddy!" she cries softly.

"I know. Just spread that tight ass for me, will you? So you can take daddy better?" Smile when she follows your orders. "Thank you, baby. You ready?"

"Mmm." Eunbi hums hesitantly. "Yes."

She said she was, so there's no hesitance on your end in relentlessly fucking her asshole. It gapes a little with the help of her fingers, but Eunbi still wails. Stroke after stroke of your length fills her up and she isn't sure how to deal with the pleasure and pain it brings about. 

Her textured, pink walls might be a close competitor in terms of tightness with her pussy. With how closed its walls are, it nearly refuses to take you in. Try rubbing at her clit. As a result, it clenches around you tighter. Eunbi sobs and huffs as she tries with every inch of her spent body to take you in. 

"Nnnn, daddy! S-so big, so good, it's so good!"

Open her up. Spread the tight cheeks by spanking them. The backside before you grinds and gyrates in response. There's more wetness now on Eunbi's legs, trickling down her skin. Maybe it's sweat? Squirt? Cum? No time to think about it when you're focused on how damn tight she is.

Somehow, your pats and rubs on her core make her tighter. She's restricting you fully, forcing you to draw your hips all the way back to slam inside her. With each, she gasps, as if surprised, and begs again. Begs for more, although her ass is too tight to take more than a few pleasured inches in. Begs you to use her, spank her, which you do although you don't really understand the rest of her sentences. It's all garbled and messy, just like your swift thrusts.

"Pound me, fuck me! Fuck me for everyone to see, daddy, make me cum!"

Now that part's clear as day. You love Eunbi too much to not do what she says.

A few seconds in she relaxes a little. Hence, the rest of your dick goes inside her. You let out a soft groan at how good it feels: finally filling her to the hilt. You kiss her sweaty back, rub her clit, tell her how much of a good girl she is. It takes effect; she grows tighter and more relaxed at the same time. How it's possible, you've no idea, for you live in the present wherein you're fucking Kwon Eunbi's tight ass to no end.

Rub her little midriff. "You want me to fill this pretty stomach with my load, baby? You want me to cream your ass?" 

"Yes, daddy!" 

Now, trail your finger down to her clit where you rub furiously. "Want me to make you squirt again?" 

"Fuck! Daddy!" Eunbi's legs twitch and she throws her head back. "Yes, yes, make me cum, make me cum!"

That you do. Keep the tempo of your thrusts and rubs unsynced so as to let her experience the pleasure from both ends. Let your other hand squeeze and pinch her nipples, and let the fact that only you get to toy with them, not the audience. Not one single man out there gets to fuck her like this, even in his dreams. 

You smile for a bit until you blow your load inside her tight hole. Eunbi's feet finally lose balance and she falls back into you. Continue to thrust in her to ease your climax while she rains her squirt all over the pane and wall. Let a few fingers inside her pussy, too, and the silver rain grows stronger. Plentier. Better.

"So fffucking big, thank you, daddy," she mumbles coherently enough. She kisses your jaw tiredly. "Feels so good in my ass, thank you, I love you, thank you… the best��"

Her repeated whispers are adorable. You wince as you pull out. You're fully and completely drained, and you don't have to guess to know that she is, too.

"Calm down now."

"Okay, I will…" 

"I love you, too, by the way." Your lips meet hers. She kisses back happily.  "Don't forget that."

"Won't… forget…" Eunbi nods. Her heart pounds as fast as yours. "We'll go home now? For real this time?"

"For real this time," you chuckle. Stroke her hair. 

You let her robe fall around her spent body and drive her home. The janitors have a tough time cleaning up the room, luckily only assuming someone spilled water. The scent of sex still hangs around, though.

She's your passenger princess on the way home, but the next three times she'll attend the Waterbomb Festival, she's your toy. You're flying with her to Japan to fuck her anytime, just as a firm reminder that as much as she's loved to show off in the events, you love fucking her more.

[girlgrouptrash101]

Chaewon (Lesserafim) as Your Girlfriend

Requests:

"Hi! I was wondering if you could do Kim Chaewon (former IZ*ONE/Lesserafim) as your gf? She's my ult and gahhh <3 and also Yiren from Everglow as ur gf as well? I love your page so much!!!!"

"Can I request for IZ*ONE Chaewon as your girlfriend?"

"I saw from one of your post that you have some IZ*ONE request...If you have time please do the Chaewon as your girlfriend.. I JUST CANT- LIKE HER RECENT PHOTOSHOOT IS SO🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥"

"can you do a dating izone chaewon please?"

A/N: these requests have been in my inbox for so long they all say izone instead of lesserafim.... now THAT is a reality check

- C

it all started on a rainy day at hybe, chaewon was running late, soaked from the rain, and just generally feeling under the weather

she walked into the company, her mood sour, knowing she had meetings upon meetings to get through before she could take a break

but when she walked into the first meeting room, she was introduced to you, the new intern. and let's just say her mood turned around instantly

the way your nervous smile made her heart flutter, the way you were too shy to make eye contact OHHH SHE WAS WHIPPED

she found herself looking forward to what she previously saw as boring meetings just so she could be around you and your infectious energy

n long story short, there was no way you were gonna say no once THE Kim Chaewon asked you on a date

i feel like a first date with Chaewon or a 100th date with Chaewon is just as romantic, like girlie is busy as hell so once she really gets to take you out she will treat you like royalty

and of course you do the same, but if you try to argue over who pays the bill her fiery side will quickly make an appearance

the snappy side of her personality mostly makes you giggle, you know she's trying to be threatening but she's just too much of a cutie patootie for you to feel any real fear

or when she's angry at someone else but immediately softens up when she sees you, doing a complete 180

so for times when things get stressful at the Lesserafim dorms, the other girlies just call you over to tame their fearless leader when she's stressed out

because your personalities mesh so well, you're really the only person that can calm and mellow her out the way you do

BIGGGG CUDDLER

morning cuddles, midday cuddles, evening cuddles, night cuddles. all the cuddles

i think she's more of a lil spoon but generally just loves being wrapped up on your arms and facing you or lying on top of you

the kind of girlie to keep trying to get even closer to you when it's not even physically possible (being close to my partner is not enough i need to be inside their skin core 😭)

big on matching pyjamas too

lazy mornings spent watching movies, chatting, drinking tea, just generally enjoying each others time and company

Chaewon is more of a night owl, you two often take spontaneous trips down to the Han river, the moonlight keeping the path bright as you walk around the scenic park

it's something about feeling alone in the world with you that gets Chaewon's heart racing, like it really makes her feel like she's find her lifelong partner

loves loves LOVES taking you to events n showing you off

less of a secret relationship girlie and more of a heyyyyyy this is my partnerrrrrr you should all look at how gorgeous they are but not too much or ill fight you 🥰

also not a fan of long distance. she loves to bring you to any and every work event you can come to as she just hates being away from you for too long :(

which also means you get to become besties w the Lesserafim girlies too. which basically means becoming Eunchae's 5th adoptive parent LOL

photos photos PHOTOS. all the time hehe

snow days in winter!!! every year you challenge yourselves to make a bigger snowman than the year before

hot choccie nights are a must, and Christmas movies even when it's like. April or something 😌

10/10 great kisser. and she KNOWS it

shutting u up with the most mind-blowing kiss >>>>>>

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coming home from work to find out Shiro has eaten through every pair of socks you and chaewon have ever owned

but you can't get mad because that's Chaewon's baby no matter WHAT

"oh shiro U ate my socks?? good boy here's a treat 🥹🥹🥹" while you stand there dismayed,,, wondering how she can be so forgiving when it comes to that menacing fluffy cloud

decorating your new house together so it turns into a home, a place where you two can find comfort and be reminded of the other person even when you're there alone 🥹

coming to all Lesserafims shows >>>

which means getting to see Chaewon's "dododok" live. and then getting to tease her about it forever after hehe

Chaewon is also really happy to find someone who accommodates her busy lifestyle and supports her dreams no matter what, she never thought she would find someone so patient and understanding

so she does her best to support you through everything you do too, truly a power couple through and through 😌😌

board game nights w lesserafim >>>

but also <<< because they're all so competitive at least one of them WILL flip the table and walk off

meanwhile you're just happy to be there like 🥰☺️

chae always doing her best to talk to you in English but it's just things that Yunjin taught her... she just tells you that you "ate with no crumbs" 24/7

she is so pupu. the end

[hobiebrownbrainrot]

Hobie Brown Hair Headcannons

Oh my god, I just saw across the spiderverse yesterday and I am IN LOVE with Hobie. Like yall, spider punk was always cool, I loved his comics, BUT ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE INTERPRETATION OF HIM. On my KNEES for my bruva Hobart!!! Black Reader x Hobie Brown Headconnons!

Hobie washing your hair is quite the experience

Theres always a rock/metal song playing and hes literally moshing while scrubbing your scalp.

"OH MA GAWD, IT'S YA SENIOR YEAR! ALL YOUZ CARE ABOUT IZ YA CAREER!" he screams in the small apartment.

You always end up looking like you just came back from swimming whenever he washes your hair.

The only reason why you keep letting him wash your hair is because he does such an amazing job.

When he's not moshing (which is isn't often) he's firmly yet softly exfoliatiing your scalp.

Always complementing your new growth/coils/curls.

Being careul when finger detangling your hair.

The way he washes your hair, your scalp feels as if it can breathe, and your hair is always so soft.

And when he's done with your hair, you do the same to him.

Keeping Hobie's playlist on, you fill the sink, prepping for an avc wash.

Due to hobie's height, he has to lay awkwardly on the counter lmao.

With the sink filled, you toss fresh cut lemons and apple cider vinegar into the water.

Lowering his head into the water to soak it, pouring baking soda over his wics, watching the chemical fizz get dirt and grime from his hair.

When you're all done, you wash his hair throughly. Oiling afterwards.

You bought the both of you matching bonnets, he find it very endearing.

[adzeisval]

Different, but alright

The plan was simple; dress in disguise, get to the Revenge, sail away, everyone lives. One shot changes the last part of the plan and Ed, Izzy, and Stede have to come to terms with what's happening, what they can do about it, and what they can't.

Also on AO3. Still have a lot of feelings about Izzy's death so here we go again.

Ed pulled out his pistol as Ricky fired a shot and started to run away. Damn. He’d been hoping they could just sneak their way back to the ship, just like Stede planned, without having to fight anyone. Stede’s plans had a way of working out like that. Ah well, if it had to be a fight Ed was going to do his best. 

Something nagged at him though as he fired his pistol and pulled out his sword. 

Had Izzy stumbled a bit when Ricky fired? Ed glanced over at Izzy as another man fell at his feet. Izzy’s movements were a bit awkward but that could well be because of the leg couldn’t it? Ed turned his attention back to the enemy before him and glanced around to see how Stede was doing. 

He needed to keep an eye on Stede, though his boyfriend had improved at fighting he still wasn’t the best. Boyfriend. Even as Ed fought for his life he smiled at the thought of being Stede’s boyfriend, that Stede had said it with such love in his voice. Fuck yeah, he was Stede Bonnet’s boyfriend. 

And Izzy? There had never been a time where Ed had had to worry about Izzy. The man could hold his own in battle better than anyone. Still something made him glance in Izzy’s direction more than once. Izzy was holding his own alright but there was something…slow, sloppy about his movements. 

There wasn’t time to dwell on it though. 

Finally they made their way through the majority of the fucking English bastards and Ed could hear the surf and knew the Revenge would be moored just off the beach and they were almost there. Stede was headed up the hill in front of him, Izzy behind, and he knew the rest of the crew was almost there as well. 

Almost there, almost home. 

Izzy was grunting as he came up the hill behind Ed and Ed knew that sound. He knew that Izzy was in pain. Maybe Izzy had been shot, or maybe it was the leg. It couldn’t be easy to walk around on the leg in the sand, it probably hurt to walk on it too much, probably was still painful. 

Ed was going to apologize again, he needed to talk more to Izzy. Izzy seemed to be wanting to support him, it didn’t seem like Izzy was mad or likely to yell at him. He needed to talk to Izzy, but first Izzy had to be alright. 

“Izzy? You okay?” Ed asked.

“I’m fine, fuck off,” Izzy said and Ed hesitated just a moment before he turned and carried on. 

Right, good. Izzy was fine. Or at least not hurt to the point he needed help. It was probably just the leg then, or at the most he’d been grazed by the shot. Izzy was fine. He would be fine because Izzy was always fine. 

Still…

“Eddie…” 

Fuck. Something was wrong. That tone of voice, it didn’t sound like Izzy. It was almost pleading and…Ed took a deep breath and turned to face Izzy. 

Izzy looked like he was going to pass out and Ed jogged over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. Izzy’s side was wet. Blood. 

“Iz…” 

“Shot…Ricky…” Izzy groaned, “I need help.” 

Ed could see the blood soaking Izzy’s clothes. Izzy was shaking and breathing hard. It didn’t look good. 

“I’ve got you Izzy, come on, we’ll get you home,” Ed said. 

Izzy nodded and they started to move. It was slower going than Ed wanted but he wasn’t going to leave Izzy behind. He was going to get Izzy back to the ship no matter what. But Izzy was struggling and hurting and it wasn’t easy. 

“Doing good Iz, almost there,” Ed said. 

All they had to do was get to the ship, get away, and then Izzy would be fine. Izzy had to be fine. Ed still had a lot to talk about with Izzy.

But they were starting to fall behind, Ed called out to Frenchie for help. Almost there. Everything would be fine once they got to the Revenge. And finally, finally they were approaching a dinghy where Stede was waiting. 

“Ed?” Stede, “Oh, Izzy.” 

“He’s been shot. Help me get him into the dinghy, on the floor just here.” 

With Stede and Frenchie’s help they lifted Izzy up and into the dinghy. Izzy cried out in pain. Ed felt sick and horrible and he didn’t know what to do. Get to the ship, that’s what he had to do. Just get home, get away, take care of Izzy. 

“Help me row Frenchie, Stede, just…” 

“I’ve got him, Ed,” Stede said. Ed rowed faster than he had in a long time. Izzy was groaning in pain, but Stede had lowered himself down next to Izzy and had a hand on Izzy's shoulder and was saying something to Izzy in a soothing voice. 

Stede was such a sweet man, and while Stede and Izzy hadn’t always gotten along this was a good sign that maybe they could get along. Ed wanted them to; he’d like to have both men in his life. Even if he left piracy, he still wanted Izzy to feel welcome enough to come back to visit him and Stede, wherever they might end up. 

But Ed couldn’t help but notice how pale Izzy was, how much blood was gathering at the bottom of the dinghy. Izzy was badly hurt, but surely he would pull through? That’s what Izzy did. 

Frenchie scrambled up and Stede went up as well and soon the crew was pulling the dinghy up; there was no way Izzy would be able to climb up. 

“I’m going to pick you up Iz, get you on the Revenge,” Ed said and Izzy nodded. Izzy groaned then cried out in pain and clung to Ed. Ed felt grateful to the crew and Stede as they were spreading out sail and some sacks and coats to make a place where Izzy could rest. 

“Let’s get his coat off,” Stede said. 

“Can you stand a minute Iz? You can lean on me,” Ed said. They got the coat off of Izzy and fuck that was a lot of blood, too much blood.

Fuck!

“Stede, hold him a minute I’ll get the leg off,” Ed said. It would be easier to lay Izzy down that way, and probably more comfortable but it didn’t escape Ed’s notice that he was once again taking the leg. 

The amount of blood soaking into Izzy’s pants didn’t escape his notice either. 

Stede helped Ed lower Izzy to the deck. There. They were home and safe and everything was going to be alright. 

Right?

*****

The moment Izzy realized he’d been shot he knew that it was going to be fatal. He tried to push the ridiculous thought out of his mind but he knew it was true.

Izzy had somehow managed to go decades at sea, most of those as a pirate, without getting shot. And now, in such a short span of time he’d been shot three times, one of those he’d done himself of course, but still it was fucking ridiculous. 

The shot knocked the air from his lungs. Searing pain ripped through his midsection. He put his hand over the wound. The fight started and Izzy drew his sword. He was going to fight until he couldn’t. There was nothing anyone could do for him until they were all safe anyway. 

Izzy didn’t feel too bad for the first little bit of the fight, but as they moved through the soldiers his movements got sloppy and slower and the pain started to get worse and there was far too much blood soaking into his clothes. 

He didn’t want to put anyone in danger though, by asking for help before things were desperate. It would kill him if someone else went down because of him. He knew he was worth the risk, he knew his crew would do anything they could for him but…he still couldn’t quite take the risk.  He would struggle on. 

They were getting close to the Revenge and the adrenaline was starting to fade and it was starting to fucking hurt. Walking was difficult, especially with the leg. Izzy just wanted to get home, to the Revenge, he wanted to see how many of the crew made it.

He wanted to talk to Eddie. He had so much he wanted to say to Ed, so much they had to work through. There wasn’t going to be time, but maybe, just maybe he could get a few moments, a few words. He needed to tell Ed he was sorry and he needed to tell Ed he was going to be alright and that was what was pushing him to walk through the pain. 

Izzy tried to keep his grunting to a minimum but it was getting too hard. He still didn’t want to draw attention to himself. But he didn’t miss the fact that Ed had looked in his direction more than he normally would during the battle. 

They were nearing the Revenge and every step was a struggle. Izzy was getting dizzy and shook as he walked. 

“Izzy? You okay?” 

“I’m fine, fuck off,” he said waving Ed off, more out of habit than anything. He took a moment to catch his breath, realized it wasn’t going to work, and moved on. It wasn’t long though before he realized he wasn’t going to make it to the Revenge by himself. 

Izzy called out to Ed for help and Ed came, Ed put his arm around him and urged him on. Izzy thought he might be able to make it to the Revenge, he had to, he really had to. He didn’t want to have anyone risk their life for him to stay with him as he died, out on the open beach where they could be picked off. 

And he didn’t want to die alone. 

Izzy struggled on. Frenchie came to help as they got close to the dinghy. Izzy wanted to look out to see who else was making it to the Revenge but he was too dizzy to focus, he had to look down at the sand in front of him to keep going. 

Ed and Frenchie lifted him into the bottom of the dinghy. Izzy cried out in pain and thought he might pass out. He fought to stay awake as they rowed. Stede sat a row over in the bottom of the dinghy and put his hand on Izzy's shoulder. 

“Almost there Izzy,” Stede said, “Almost there.” 

“Crew…” he needed to know, needed to know if anyone else had gone before him or anyone was likely to join him. 

“The crew are all alright, we’re the last to get on the Revenge. Jackie and Swede, Zheng and Auntie, we’re all here.” 

“No…injuries?” 

“Nothing major, you’re the only one hurt. I’m sorry Izzy, we’ll take good care of you,” Stede said. 

Izzy nodded. There wasn’t much they could do for him, but it was good to hear that they would do what they could. If the wound was survivable they would take care of him until he was healed. They would sail to anywhere to get anything to save Izzy. 

It wasn’t to be, but the knowledge put Izzy at ease. He just needed to talk to Ed and he could go in peace. He glanced over at Ed. The fear was clear on the man’s face, but also a determined look that Izzy recognized. Ed was going to try to save him too. 

Izzy groaned but tried not to cry out too much. He didn’t want the crew or anyone to have the image of him screaming in their minds. He was going to try to go as easily as he could. He was in pain, he was scared even though he was ready to go, but he didn’t want to scare or scar Eddie or the crew. 

Stede kept whispering encouragement but Stede wasn’t the only voice Izzy was hearing. The whispers were hard to make out at first but he recognized his mother’s voice, his father’s voice, the voices of friends who had passed. The voice of the man he loved. All gone from the world, most for a long time. Izzy missed them all dearly and soon he would be seeing them again. 

After he talked to Eddie. 

They got to the Revenge. Somehow they got there and the crew was just as fine as Stede told him and it looked like everything was going to be alright. 

Stede and Ed got him laying down and Izzy realized he wouldn’t get up again and that’s where his life was going to end and he fought back a wave of dread and fear. He was alright. His living family were all safe, those who had passed before were waiting for him, and they were all there to support him. 

As Izzy began to calm Ed was starting to get scared and was yelling for help. Stede left his side and ran off with Roach. 

“Great, Bonnet’s in charge. I’m definitely fucked,” Izzy said trying to cut the tension just a little bit. And get one last jab at Bonnet in while he was at it. 

“It’s not even that bad…” 

No. Izzy wasn’t going to have it. Though he really did appreciate that everyone wanted him to live, he didn’t want them to waste time on things that were going to hurt and weren’t going to work. 

“Stop. Stop. Stop it. Stop. Eddie just, sit with me Eddie,”  Izzy said. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie said, his focus on Izzy. There. That’s what Izzy needed. He wasn’t going to get up again, and he was fading fast but he had enough energy to talk to Eddie for a little while and that’s what he was going to do. 

Everything was going to be alright. 

*****

Stede heard a gunshot and quickly looked toward Ed. Ed appeared to be fine and then the fight started and as per usual his mind seemed to fade and his body took over. 

Everything was going well and at last they got to the Revenge. Ed was right behind him at one point and then fell behind. When Stede got worried he looked and Ed and Frenchie were struggling across the sand with Izzy between them. 

Stede’s first thought was that something had happened with Izzy’s leg and he was already thinking of how they could fix it for him. But as Izzy got closer Stede noticed the blood and how pale Izzy was. 

Izzy was badly hurt but if they could get him on the Revenge Stede was sure that Roach could do something. They would be able to help Izzy. 

Stede told Izzy that and he kept reassuring Izzy as Ed and Frenchie rowed them to the Revenge. But…there was a lot of blood and Izzy was in pain and it was hard to watch. 

“Almost there Izzy,” Stede said again. 

They got him up on the Revenge and laying down and the ship was sailing away and everything was going to be alright. 

Ed was starting to panic and called out for help, Stede jumped up and took Roach below to get supplies to help Izzy. He didn’t blame the crew for being stunned, it wasn’t exactly a pretty sight. 

Stede grabbed a stack of bandages and handed them to Roach, “What else do we need?” 

“Stede…” 

“Come on Roach, we have to be quick.” 

“Stede,” Roach said a little louder and Stede looked at the man.

“What…” 

“Izzy’s dying, there’s nothing I can do. There’s nothing anyone can do.” 

“I…we can’t…” 

“I’ll bring these up and if Izzy wants us to try we will, but anything I do will only cause him more pain,” Roach said. 

“Nothing we can do?” 

“We can go up there and be with him, and be ready to help Ed,” Roach said.

Stede nodded. He felt a bit numb. He didn’t want to lose Izzy. As annoying as the man could be, and rocky as their relationship had started, he didn’t want to see him die. He felt like he and Izzy were coming to an understanding, maybe a friendship. Izzy wasn’t so bad.

Stede took a deep breath as he got back on deck. Izzy was in Ed’s arms talking quietly to Ed. He was calm and seemed to be in less pain. He was smiling as he spoke to Ed. It was clear that he was doing exactly what he wanted to do.

Ed was spiraling as it hit him what was going on and Stede knew he would have to help Ed through the grief. Ed was begging Izzy to stay. 

“Ed, you’re surrounded by family.” 

Stede was trying not to cry but starting to fail. They were a family, and Izzy was a part of it and he knew. Stede was glad he knew but would give anything so that Izzy could stay. 

Ed was sobbing. Izzy reached up to touch Ed’s face and was smiling. Then in an instant Izzy was gone. Stede took his hat off and bowed his head in respect. The rest of the crew was doing so as well.

When Ed looked over his shoulder and focused in on Stede he went right to Ed and wrapped him in his arms. 

Hours later he sat with Ed in bed holding his hand. Izzy was below deck; the crew had taken care of preparing the body for burial as soon as Ed was ready to have the funeral. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” Ed said suddenly. 

“Can’t do what my love?” 

“Piracy. Captaining. I can’t…I want to stop,” Ed said. 

“You want to retire?” Stede asked. 

“Yes, but I don’t want to lose you,” Ed said. 

“You won’t. I won’t leave you Ed.” 

“You love piracy.” 

“I love you, I want to be with you, and I want you to be happy Ed,” Stede said. 

Ed was quiet for a little bit then spoke, “I know a place, not too far from here. Little island with an old house, always thought it would be a good place to live.” 

“That sounds lovely,” Stede said. 

“I…wanna take Iz with us, bury him there. Be innkeepers or something I don’t know,” Ed said. 

“I love it,” Stede said, “And yes, of course we’ll take Izzy with us, give him a place to rest where we can visit him.”  

Ed took a shaky breath, “I love you Stede.” 

“I love you too,” Stede said. He had a feeling everything would be alright. It would be different and there would be difficult times ahead. Ed would always miss Izzy, Stede would too. 

Everything was going to be alright. 

Different, but alright.

[izzy-b-hands]

"The ship is-"

"Fine," Ed interrupts. "Sit and listen to Stede read, or go to bed. I'm not gonna listen to a negative word about it, Iz."

Izzy frowns. "In my defense, being asked randomly to assist in providing character voices-"

"No," Ed interrupts again, and if it was anyone else doing it he would have threatened to stab them by now. "He was trying to include you."

"I understand that, but as I said to Stede, and by the way, he was fine with my not being comfortable doing that unless informed earlier in the day, so I don't know what your fucking problem is-"

Ed rolls his eyes and cuts him off with a frustrated growl. "Either sit for the story or don't! What the fuck is so important about the ship you had to interrupt?"

Izzy looks to a clearly uncomfortable Stede and assembled crew, all looking back at him in nervous hesitation.

"There's a fire and a leak in the lower decks, neither of which I was able to fix without help. Hence why, Edward, I'm up here. Trying to ask for help."

Ed's mouth opens, but he's already turned on his heel, grabbed an extra bucket for water to try and put out the fire, and is heading back below deck.

"...do you think he's got it now? On his own?"

He hears Stede's voice and resists the urge to jog back up and tell him that no, he probably doesn't, considering he told them he didn't! One extra bucket won't be enough help, but if a story is more important than the ship staying afloat, so be it.

Below, he fights the steady stream, but thankfully no worse, of seawater accumulating on the floor, trying to toss rags down until it can be bailed out. They soak up next to nothing, but the placebo effect of it keeps his blood pressure down until he's finally got a shit looking but decent patch of boards and fresh tar over the leak.

"Oh," Olu peers in. "You got things?"

Izzy turns. It isn't Olu's fault the captains aren't doing jack shit about this or the still raging, if smaller, fire.

So he takes a deep breath before he speaks.

"No, not really. But it should hold for now. If it doesn't, we'll know soon enough."

"By taking turns checking on it?"

"Olu, come on," Izzy sighs heavily. "You know they won't make any of you do that."

Olu nods. "Doesn't mean we shouldn't though."

There's a beat of uncomfortable silence.

"Thank you," Izzy can't bring his eyes from the floor. "For coming down to check on things. I don't suppose I could ask for your help with the fire?"

Olu's eyes widen. "Stede thought you'd already dealt with that."

"I literally told them I hadn't, and I grabbed an extra bucket!" Izzy lifts it from where it floats by his feet. "Why would I have taken this otherwise? To have a friend with me?!"

"Certainly not making any friends talking like that," Stede peeks out from behind Olu. "Sorry Olu, but are you coming up now? The others wanted to wait till you got back..."

Olu frowns and turns back to him. "We need to bail out the water here, and Izzy said the fire is still going! We have to put a hold on the story."

"True," Stede sighs, and trundles off away while they watch him. The smoke of the fire has spread to the area near the steps to the main deck, but Stede walks past it with nary a word.

"He's having a bad day," Olu winces. "He appreciates your work."

"Olu."

"I know, I know," Olu chuckles. "It doesn't really help to hear when he disappears like that. I know the feeling."

"Yes, but you should step in here," Izzy points down the hall to a few flames. "Normally I wouldn't advise staying in a partially flooded room, but I think it might be to our benefit now."

Olu nods as they step back in and close the door to the room. "He saw the smoke, so he'll send everyone down here to put out the fire so we can get out."

Izzy pats Olu's shoulder. "It doesn't help as much saying it aloud, does it? I always try it, with issues Ed's ignoring. Eventually, he will make a decision and do something, or delegate it to someone else."

"Isn't the someone else usually you?" Olu asks.

Izzy takes a deep breath. He may as well, because there might not be much left soon.

"Yes. Yes it is. Should we see if we can knock on the ceiling until someone else comes down?"

He looks, and Olu already has a broom in hand, tapping at the ceiling of the room.

--

"How bad was the fire?" Ed sniffs and wrinkles his nose. "You smell like smoke."

Stede sighs. "The leak is fixed, but he hasn't gotten to the fire yet. I think Olu might stay down and help him, so I would advise not waiting for tonight's chapter until he's back. I can always reread it later for him and anyone else who wants, or give him a synopsis of it-"

"The ship is still on fire?" Jim calls, tossing their rough blanket aside.

"Unless they've already gotten it taken care of now, yes," Stede replies, then pales.

"Fucking," Jim grumbles and stands. "Everyone up, let's get this done. Sooner we do, sooner we get our chapter!"

"Hm," Pete says. "I don't think we need everyone though. And besides Olu and Izzy are capable! He might want to kill Izzy by the time they're done, but who doesn't while doing chores with him, right?"

There's a slightly awkward, strangled chorus of giggles.

Jim kneels down by Pete. "If I burn alive on this ship tonight-"

"You'll kill me?"

"Why would you say that," Lucius mutters. "Babe, don't-"

"I'm just asking! I'm allowed to ask questions!"

"Okay, let's take a moment and talk a bit," Stede slams the book in his hands shut. "Nothing about this day has gone right, and I was so looking forward to reading tonight-"

--

"They have to hear us," Izzy coughs. "What the fuck are they doing?!"

"Could we break out through the ceiling?" Olu suggests. "Or the leak you just patched?"

"Either way it seems we'll end tonight floating in the sea, helpless," Izzy replies. "But I say ceiling first. Maybe we can get back down and get water onto it before we lose her completely. Might make Bonnet cry, and I'd rather not deal with that."

Olu smirks. "You'd feel bad for him? Oh my god, you would!"

"Shut it," Izzy snaps, waving the rapidly thickening smoke away as they kneel to the floor to avoid it. "I just know how much it hurts to lose a ship you love. This is his first ship, and-"

"I can't wait to tell Jim," Olu giggles. "Iz, seriously though. That's sweet of you, and if we don't die here, you should tell him! He'd like it."

"Do you think he'll still like it if I pair it with a bit of screaming at him for nearly letting us die?"

Olu thinks. "...Maybe. Give like a day between the two things maybe, instead."

Izzy ponders it as they scrabble about the room for additional tools to break into the ceiling.

Bonnet might actually like something about him. What a thought.

--

"And I'm saying you don't need to be so blunt when I'm just asking stuff!" Pete shouts. "We're a crew, a team! We need to act like it."

"Counterpoint," Jim says gently, then in a shout. "THE SHIP IS STILL ON FUCKING FIRE!"

"Oh fuck," Stede mutters. "Okay, Jim is right. Pete, we will finish going over this later though, I promise. I'll grab you and Jim tomorrow and-"

There's a loud crunch and snap and crack and then Izzy's face pops out of the fresh hole in the deck floor. "We're fucking suffocating in the room down here, trapped, and you fucks are still reading tonight's chapter?!"

"Oh," Stede winces. "Ah, okay let's really get a move on then, gang! Izzy, is Olu-"

Izzy crawls out of the hole, and shoves away Stede's held out hand. "Go get fucking water and buckets! Olu and I can take care of ourselves, as it seems we should be more prepared to do more often, if this night is any indication."

Stede's mouth opens, but closes without a word before he sets the book in his hand down, and follows the crew below deck, into the smoke.

Once Olu is up through the hole, Izzy lets himself collapse back on the deck.

"We aren't dead."

Olu chuckles. "Not yet. There's still time though."

Izzy laughs, then coughs. "Isn't there always?"

They both chuckle and snort until they're laughing hard in between coughs, both flat on the deck.

--

"By way of formal apology," Stede says softly, and pushes the coins on his desk towards Olu and Izzy. "I know it doesn't really make up for it, but I truly didn't realise how bad it was down there. Um. Roach has also offered to cook your favourite desserts, something for each of you. To celebrate your still being alive..."

He frowns. "Ed, little help?"

"They know you're sorry," Ed replies. "Glad you're alright, Olu."

Olu nods. "Me too. Glad I had another crew member with me though, or that might have been it."

Ed won't even look at him. Izzy tries not to catch his eyes, to meet his gaze, but he wants to so badly.

Instead, he pockets the coins with his thanks to Bonnet, and traipses out of the captains quarters towards the steps to go below deck.

There's clean up and repairs to be done, after all.

[curried-mermaid]

A Review: Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Author: singNsong Publishers: Ize Press Illustrator: Sleepy-C Age Group: Teen Adapted: Umi (Reddice Studio) Genre: Apocalyptic Psychological Fantasy Type: Manhwa

Content Warnings: Blood, Violence, Morality Checking

Spoilers ahead

Plot

Dokja Kim is an avid web novel reader of only one web novel containing over 3,000 chapters. The same day he finally finishes reading is the same day the normal modern world changes to the beginning of the same web novel. Can he survive as the only one that knows what happens next until the end of the world? 

If you loved Solo Leveling, this should be your next read. 

If you love characters that are normal but are morally gray, read this. 

Character Development

We are introduced to several characters from the beginning. Dokja Kim, our omniscient protagonist. He’s nothing special besides the fact he’s the only one in the world who’s read this web novel that’s collided with his reality. He’s your average under-achieving, keeps his head down type of person. He’s just trying to live day-to-day and find joy in what he can from the monotony of everyday life. He really shines in recognizing the novel and thinking things through before he acts. At the same time, he’s cautious about how much he strays from the original novel. Dokja Kim’s character is very relatable, complex, easy to follow in his thought process, and root for. 

Hyeonseong Lee, a soldier who tries to keep everyone calm as the world turns into a first class emergency. He’s calm, collected, not afraid to fight, but also doesn’t get in the way when there is injustice. He also soaks up any advice making Dokja think he’s a bit of a simpleton. Hyeonseong is complex in that he’s supposed to stand for justice but doesn’t mind not getting in the way of injustice. I look forward to getting to know his character more as Dokja tries to recruit him. 

Sangah Yu is Dokja’s co-worker that works in HR. She’s intelligent, studious, has a strong sense of justice and tries to fight injustice when she sees it (only for Dokja to stop her for her own safety), but doesn’t handle violent situations well. I look forward to the expansion on her character as we follow Dokja and her. 

While there are other characters, we see them mostly through Dokja’s perspective. One of the main’s from the web novel is Namwoon Kim who is a teen that falls to his darker side. Dokja changes his fate from the web novel. It’ll be interesting to see if there are any long lasting repercussions. 

Overall, the character development is excellent. Each character feels like a real person, even if we don’t know much about them, yet. The artwork definitely helps with that as their expressions and body language are done very well. We get enough background for each character and their reactions in these extreme scenarios that we get to know them quickly. This is excellent as the story attaches us to the characters as it builds the new world order around us. 

World-building

The world-building relies on our knowledge of the modern world creating safety. Then throws us (albeit brilliantly) from the world we know to one like the purge but with monsters and ‘constellations’ that watch from above for entertainment, even becoming sponsors for those that survive the first scenario (aka trial by fire). 

While Dokja knows the web novel, even us (the audience) don’t know what’s going to happen. We have to fully rely on the character. This creates a tight knit world-building experience because we have to see it as Dokja is seeing and processing it. The world is built as we go along in the scenarios and learn from the ‘goblins’ which are the hosts for developing and carrying out each scenario. 

The audience stays grounded to Dokja throughout the entire story as we learn about the Constellations, end of the world, and the web novel unfolds around Dokja. It’s done very well. My only complaint is that the first scenario runs most of the novel. This is to be expected as we see how people react when ordered to kill a living creature within a certain time frame. We get all the perspectives you’d expect to see from people. It all feels very realistic, if a little slow to get to the real action. This is on purpose as it sets this series up to be an apocalyptic psychological thriller fantasy. 

Themes

Survival of the fittest. One of the oldest themes found in literature. Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint brings this about excellently from every day life to life threatening scenarios. With Dokja, we realize that the world has always been this way. We just have more clarity now that it’s life threatening. 

Observations & Predictions

Some of my favorite lines: 

“The day I read the final chapter of the novel only I had been reading for over ten years…the world in the novel became reality (prologue)”. 

“At that moment, my life took on a different genre (prologue)”. 

I can see Dokja changing bits and pieces of the web novel reality to make a better outcome than the end of the world. At the same time, he’ll be hesitant because he won’t know what happens if he changes too much of the story. There also feels like there will be a romance between Dokja and Sangah. I get the sense that if the romance happens or he begins to care about her too much, she will be the trigger that causes him to become the hero that changes the world. 

Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed reading Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint. I can’t wait for the next installment to come out March 2024. This is a must read. 

[thefvrious]

For a brief moment, Nevada wondered if Izzy had any idea how the others had treated him. He'd been laughed at, scoffed at, pushed out of the way, told to go home if he couldn't figure it out, and teased relentlessly before being allowed to primarily shadow Izzy. But that was the general reaction when he went somewhere new. They were still fresh, had only been out in the secular world for less than a year, they were still learning. Hopping from place to place didn't make it any easier, nor did their outdated vernacular -- remnants of the way their parents had used to speak nearly thirty years ago. He was strange -- beautiful, yes, but alien, uncanny, unapproachable for a multitude of reasons. He felt alone, despite having his siblings. In a world full of 8 billion people, sometimes that simply was not enough. "You'd be surprised." He laughed, though it lacked much joy -- he hoped Izzy didn't have to see the ugliness that resided in so many of their coworkers. Even as they stood there, Nev could feel eyes on them -- no doubt because he was hogging up so much of Izzy's valuable time. Ugh, he just wanted to soak it up like a flower in the sun. "You're an excellent guy, Izzy, one of the best I've met -- and I have met a lot of people, even if it doesn't seem like it." The countless hands that had passed over his for blessings, the eyes that had revered him as a god -- none looked at him quite the way Izzy did. He felt seen, like a person, like something tangible and worthy of another human's time. It felt nice to neither be made of stone nor placed on a pedestal. "Oh.... that's, wow, thank you." He said, his cheeks and chest flushing from the surprise of it. Was Izzy into him? Or was Nevada simply bad at understanding how signals worked in this new culture? As the other man continued to speak, Nevada found himself leaning on his elbow, leaning closer -- it felt like they were about to have a real Disney princess moment, a meeting of the lips at just the right instance, but then their bubble was burst by Becky barging through with a new tray of drinks meant to be served.

Get 'im back out on th'floor, Iz. She said, popping her gum, looking at them like they were both stupid, like they'd both grown three heads and a few pair of tentacles each. Nevada sighed, stepping forward to grasp the tray and pray to the gods that he didn't spill any more drinks because he really couldn't afford to keep paying for them. "Sorry." He said, crinkling his nose. It was his fault, after all, that they were just standing there and talking.

Izzy, for all his mischief, was also quite sweet and gentle - much like his Dama. He couldn't help but extend a helping hand when someone needed it, and it was obvious upon meeting Nevada that he needed guidance. Sometimes it was like the other man was new to this planet with how out of touch he was. But that was never something Izzy judged him for. Quite the contrary, actually, as it endeared him to Nevada. He wanted to be a positive light for him; a friend he could lean on. Yeah, he was already feeling something more for him, but Izzy wouldn't do anything to make Nevada uncomfortable if he could help it. He'd wait for a sign for something more - a sure-fire sign that couldn't be misconstrued. "Well, yeah. Isn't that the bare minimum? At least it should be." His features lit up at the compliment, feeling proud that someone like Nevada could see so much good in him. "Kind, hm? Well thank you. I try really hard to be a stand up guy. It's nice to know I'm doing an okay job. Besides, having you around makes it easy. I want to do right by you - is that strange to say? Sorry if it is." Izzy liked the version of himself that bubbled to the surface whenever Nevada was near. If only he could hammer it down permanently. "I also think you have kind eyes, Nev. They've seen some shit, I can tell, but shit if they aren't full of goodness too. I feel like I could get lost in 'em if I stared too long."

[festering-obsession]

CREEPYPASTA DRABBLES

CW: Serial Killers, Yandere Content, (Forced) Established Relationships, Self-Esteem Issues, Hollywood-ized Disorders, Descriptions of Blood and General Violence, Stockholm Syndrome, Some Implied Bits But It Doesn't Go Far, May Be Ooc?, All characters and reader is 18 and above

A/N: I wrote some HC's of these fellas in like the prime of quarantine era. Nostalgia hit so these are losely connected to those HC's.

Jeff The Killer:

The bed is cold and hard surrounded by four dark walls. From your spot on the bed, you can see the glimmer of the pale moonlight that reflects off the steel bars in the windowsill.

The mansion is relatively quiet at night, as it's the time most it's inhabitants are out for their nightly sprees, Jeff included. This is the only time you get some amount of free time to yourself, but you rather sleep the entire time so you can properly deal with Jeff when he gets back. Tossing and turning doesn't help the ounce of anxiety that lays in the bottom of your stomach. What were you scared of? The door is locked to keep you safe from the others, even though they know not to even try, and you dont have to worry about Jeff breathing over your neck as you try to rest.

Wait, were you scared for him?

No, no, no. You are not going to get yourself flustered over how your captor may get a fucking bruise while he's out slaughtering. He'll be fine, and you shouldn't give a shit about him.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...Anything to get your mind to stop from racing. And your eyes finally feel heavy as previous nights with little hours of sleep finally push you to slumber. The bed dips, and you're unaware of what time it is. Then a cool, splatter of something hits your check.

You crack open an eye and see Jeff hovered over you, his beloved knife is nowhere to be seen and his hands are gripping his jeans tightly. His sullen blue eyes stare into your figure, and there's blood covering his hoodie, with some splashed on his face.

"Jeff, why are you..." You begin and you see him snap out of it.

"I can stare at you if I fucking want to. Your ass was kidnapped for a reason." He snaps out.

"I never said you couldn't, did I?" You say leaning up and seeing the newly soaked blood-red sheets. Shit, you'll have to wash that out later.

"Stay being a smartass and your blood will get on me next." Jeff threatens. You flinch slightly, but you grab the edge of the bedsheet and raise it up to Jeff. He looks at you puzzingly before you wipe the blood off of him on one cheek before leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek. If it wasn't for what happened next, you could have sworn you saw his cheek grow pink.

Jeff grabs you by the hips towards him and presses his lips onto yours so fast you yelped. His hands moved over your body feverishly, and you could barely keep up with his movements due to the grogginess from just waking up.

Almost too quick, he pulls away as he askes in a hushed voiced. "Why, why did you never even contact me when I left that hospital?" He grits his teeth. "I thought we had something, but you, you changed. Do you even like me? Or is this all some bullshit act and-" You gripped his face and pushed yourself onto him. Your hands felt wet with blood, but you rather deal with that then his outburst.

Your lips connected to his.

The first time you initiated a kiss with him. If he was still a schoolboy, he would have been giggling and kicking his feet in happiness. But that was years ago, and he wants more.

Apart of you wants to think you're doing this to surivive, but another part of you is enjoying this.

You lean back for just a moment, parting from his permanent-smile. "You know how much I care about you, I was just scared of change."

Jeff moves you closer onto his lap, his arms around yours pulled as close as possible. "You know I'll follow you anywhere. If you even leave the room, I'll be there. You try to leave the mansion, I'll be there. Even in death, you will still find me, so don't even fucking try."

And Jeffery consumes you entirely again.

Slenderman:

The clock ticks in the background softly as you sit stiffly on the sofa. The normal red velvet plush would feel soothing, but as your heartbeat hammers faster, it feels like it's pricking into your skin. You don't even dare to move an inch as you could feel the proxies staring at you.

You can see Hoodie, his red eyes downcast as you look up to him, nervously fumbling his yellow strings of his jacket. His legs stay crossed on the floor of the room. Toby passes the room, from bookshelf to the window, nervously scratching down on his arms through the sleeves. You can fairly hear him repeated whisper "Oh, n-no, no, no, no..."

But Jeff, he sits on the couch right across from yours, his glare is intimidating and piercing. Despite him being far from you, you could feel his knife being edged closer to your neck. Move even an inch, and your neck is slit bleeding on the ground.

Masky comes back in his face, or mask, devoid of any emotion. "I was able to reach him. Boss should be back any moment now." Masky goes to look out the window.

"F-Fuck, we fucked up! No, n-no, what do you think he'll do to us? We just had to watch them and we me-messed that up!" Toby stutters, his scratching more feverous and you can see the seams of his jacket rip open.

"For someone SO paranoid, you forgot to check the locks to Slender's room!" Jeff gets up with a quickness, his knife pointed at Toby.

"Y-You shouldn't have dumped all responsibility onto me, ha-have you thought of that?!"

"Do you even think, you fucking cunt?" Jeff laughs. "I mean, can you even get a sentence out right?"

Toby goes to launch at him, axes drawn but Hoodie pulls him back.

You screech and jump back, knocking the couch over in the process. Your head gets hit on the wooden floor as you hear hushed voices. What once was chaotic, went eerily still.

You feel inky black tendrils climb over your body, and the distance from you and the floor grows.

Despite being slightly dizzy, you can feel yourself pressed against a silky smooth tuxedo. You can hear a cluster of voices, all speaking and tumbling over eachother as they rush to speak. A deep voice, almost static booms from the rest, finally bringing you back to your senses.

A pure white hand grabs the side of your face, lifting up slightly to gase at a blank slate.  "As long as they remain unharmed, make sure this does not happen again. Do your best to make sure there's no more escape attempts." Slenderman speaks again. "

"What if some other creature got to them before you or I could?" He grows tense, and the air fills with static. "You all would be dead where you stand."

That fucking static, the one that warningly rung through your ears before being kidnapped. The proxies react by gripping their hands tight and gritting their teeth, trying to endure. Not you. Fuck that. Your head that was once soothingly placed against his silk tux ripped away from him as you pushed yourself away from his body. You collapsed to the floor before clambering away from Slenderman, one hand pushing yourself up while the other was grasping the side of your head.

You ran for the door unsteadily shifting side to side as your hand reached out for the knob. Inky tendrils wrapped around your legs up to your thighs before being pulled up, but not hitting the ground. The static came to a halt.

"Leave us be." Slenderman had you gripped into his arms once more as he started at the still shaken killers. "I said, NOW." His mouth unlatched, ropes of white were the last bits holding it together.

One by one, they left in a hurry, Hoodie running down a hall, Masky hurrying to the basement, and Jeff jumping through a window.

Slenderman sat down on the couch with you tucked into his arms, grazing your cheek with a pure white hand. "I wish to not harm you, little one, but you can not attempt these stunts." His head leans against yours and even though he has no eyes, you can still feel them gaze into your eyes.

"I just, believe, that I was getting cabin fever. Could you please take me out? It could just be us both."

"Well, that may be sooner than we both think. You see, I was able to contact a man who is an excellent artist. I wish to have a portrait of us together to hang in the hallway." He lifts and hand and brings it to his "mouth" for a mock kiss.

A doll for him, that's what you feel like. "Sounds lovely." And you force a smile at him.

Ticci Toby:

He was shaking hard in your grasp. The ripped magazine is torn to shreds with an axe dead center in it, that poor model in the front didn't know what was coming. All you can do is hug him tight as he sobs into your shoulder.

"Why w-were you looking at him..Does he have some-something I don't..?!" Toby stutters out as he grips hard into your ribs.

"Toby, no, I was looking at the recipe catalogue." You combed your fingers through his brown hair.

"Sure, I be-bet you think I'm ugly, and you wo-would rather be with someone normal." He pushes you off of him and grabs his other hatch, slamming it down on the already ruined magazine. You see the splinters rise with each hit of his axe, and you're almost at a lost for words.

There's a bigger hole beginning to form, but you're too scared that if you try to stop him, that axe will be going in you. You're able to usually help ground him, but now, you're scared. You scoot back from him, and you can't help but let frustrated droplets go down your face.

What could you even do to make him stop? The hacking stops and Toby turns to you. Despite his goggles, you can see a cascade of tears beneath them.

You shake but open your arms to beckon him to you. He wastes not a second, almost tripping on his feet as his weapons drop and he clings himself back on you.

You nudge the backstrap of his goggles off as he arms remain firmly planted on the sides of your body. You slowly and gently place quick kisses on his eyelids. Your fingers gently hook on his mask and tug them down. Both items fall to the ground with a tiny thud.

But Toby doesn't seem to mind in the moment. You press more kisses on his face now with the extra room.

"Toby, it's okay. I'm here. I'll always be here for you, okay?" You hug him so tightly but he melts.

"Do you re-really want me?" Toby numbly says. You slowly press him back to clearly look at him. His brown eyes scan over you, quickly growing anxious at the delayed answer.

You smile and kiss him. "Yes, more than anything." You use your sleeve to wipe off the tear stains and kiss them clean.

"I get it, magazines make me insecure too, but they got nothing on you." You cup his cheek and smooth over his scar.

"Why would they ma-make YOU insecure? You're p-perfect." Toby firmly states while leaning into your touch.

"I'll fucking kill those models for you if you ask." Toby stares at you, genuine and sure in his tone.

"No, no, lets just clean ourselves up, yeah?" You stand up, but his arms still try to hold on before dropping down. His brown eyes still gazing up at your figure.

You walk to the connected bathroom and turn on the shower. Thank whatever entity Slenderman was to know that even if they're his serial Killers, some of them were human (mostly) and needed basic hygiene.

You let it run as you help Toby up and his face grows warm. "Together..?"

"We won't do anything you don't want to do." You smile and take off your clothes.

"I'll be in the shower when you're ready." The water was warm enough and it wasn't long before you felt Toby behind you, slightly shaking.

"Can you ju-just hold me please?" He asks, the water droplets hitting his pale body and flattening his brown curls.

The steam in the bathroom filters out the cracks and fogging the mirrors. Your body sits on the floor of the shower with him, your body pressed to his back, holding him as close as possible so he doesn't break into another outburst.

For once it feels like, Toby's mind feels clear as he snuggles back into your body.

...

~Cole.

[gonzo-rella]

Do It For Him | Izzy Hands

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (romantic), Edward Teach/Blackbeard x gn!reader (platonic), Lucius Spriggs x gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: After you get injured in a raid, Izzy decides it’s time to give you a lesson in swordsmanship. When this doesn’t go to plan, you both learn something about the other that neither of you quite expected.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence (stabbing, blood and all that lovely stuff), description of eating. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 2.3k

(A/N: I might have made the reader a tad unlikeable in this one. Maybe that’s in my head, but I did keep thinking ‘yikes’ whenever I made the reader do something. My knowledge of using a sword comes from Steven Universe, which is why this fic is named after a Steven Universe song (definitely not just because I’m atrocious at titles). Also, sorry I don’t know sword words. There may be more mistakes than usual in this one, as I didn’t proof-read it much. [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])

Izzy watched with wide eyes as a pirate from the enemy ship thrusted and twisted the blade of a rapier into your left side. Ivan had been too late in taking down the man who had stabbed you, though he managed to knock the foe overboard before you even registered your injury. You looked down and touched where the blood was beginning to soak your shirt, then lifted your fingers to inspect their new crimson coating. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. The sword you’d been holding at your side clattered against the wooden floorboards of the deck. You soon followed, falling to your knees.

Everything went black, at least for you; everything only went hazy for Izzy.

━━━━━━━━━

A groan escaped your lips when a dull pain spread through your left side. Your blurry vision revealed a candlelit room. As your eyes began to adjust to your surroundings, a dimly lit figure took form beside you.

“Hm?” you hummed hoarsely, blinking in an attempt to clear up your vision.

Whoever was beside you let out a sigh of relief. It was enough for you to identify them.

“Alright, Iz?”

You glanced around with narrowed eyes.

“Am I in your cabin?” you mumbled.

He hummed coolly in response, offering no further explanation.

“Am I gonna die?” you asked.

He cleared his throat and scratched his face.

“Eventually.”

“I meant because of the stab wound.”

“Not under my watch, you’re not.”

You chuckled weakly, an action that was immediately followed by a wince. Izzy scoffed, something you chose to ignore.

“Do I get some time off?”

“’Course.” he answered. “You’re useless with that hole in you. More so than usual.”

“So, you’re not gonna be nice to me even after I got stabbed?”

He snorted and shook his head.

“Fucking hell.”

━━━━━━━━━

It felt like ages since you’d seen most of the crew, considering Izzy was incredibly strict when it came to visitors (you guessed he didn’t want so many people that he despised in his cabin). You’d seen Ed the most- he often stopped by to ask how you were holding up, only to stay for a while to chat with you and Izzy. Lucius, Black Pete, Oluwande and Jim had gotten some visits in (much to Izzy’s annoyance). Roach turned up three times a day to deliver you food, though few words were ever exchanged between the two of you. Stede tried to check up on you a number of times, but Izzy promptly turned him away. 

However, Izzy was the one you had spent the most time with. After all, he was in charge of your care, cleaning your wound regularly and changing your bandages twice a day. He left you alone so he could get on with his first mate duties, but you still spent many hours of the day in his company. It wasn’t as though he socialised with the crew much outside of work (if you could call it socialising), and it wasn’t unlike him to retreat to his cabin- it just so happened that you were there too, albeit bedridden.

After almost two weeks of lying in Izzy’s bed, everything was relatively back to normal, as you were back to work. Well, Izzy (in a surprising act of mercy) didn’t make you work too hard. 

Your first day back was relatively uneventful, at least when you were actually getting on with your work (you’d been put on laundry duty with Frenchie). In fact, things only really got interesting at dinner. As usual, the Captains were dining in Stede’s cabin, while Izzy was in his room.

“So, Y/N,” Lucius began, still chewing. He swallowed his food. “Did you enjoy being nursed back to health by Izzy?”

This elicited a chuckle from the rest of the crew. You snorted.

“It was fine when he wasn’t being a prick. Maybe it was optimistic of me to expect him to be nicer to me”

“At least he’s back to being as much of a dickhead as usual.” Black Pete commented. “He was totally unbearable for the first few days after you got stabbed.”

“I wonder why.” Lucius muttered sarcastically, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your crewmates exchanged bewildered glances.

“Go on.” you insisted with a sigh. “Enlighten me.”

Lucius shook his head with a snicker, though it wasn’t as gleeful or devilish as it should have been.

“If you haven’t figured it out for yourself, it’s not my place, or anyone else’s place, to tell you.”

You knitted your brows.

━━━━━━━━━

A few days had passed since the incident at dinner. The conversation occupied your thoughts whenever you had nothing else to think about (and sometimes even when you did), but you decided not to bring it up. After all, you figured that your search for answers would be unfruitful. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder what Lucius, and seemingly the rest of your crew, was hiding from you. It was so unlike him to hold his tongue, and you, perhaps naively, assumed that he wasn’t keeping this from you just to taunt you.

You had been mopping the main deck when Izzy had thrown a sword at you. It landed at your feet with a clang, causing you to stumble backwards in surprise.

“Fucking hell, Iz! What was that for?”

You looked up at him. His rapier was still in its sheath.

“Pick it up.”

“You pick it up.” you retorted. “You’re the one who threw it at me, fucking bastard.”

“Pick it up, now.” he demanded, nodding to the weapon. “You’re finally gonna learn how to use a bloody sword so you can actually fucking defend yourself like a proper pirate.”

“Do I have to?” you huffed.

“Yes.”

“Or what?”

He gritted his teeth.

“Just fucking pick it up.” he growled

“I’m busy.” you argued, lifting up the mop as if to prove your point.

“A mop won’t protect you in battle.”

“I never claimed it would.”

Izzy groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Put down the fucking mop and pick up the sword.” he ordered.

“I will if you say that you’re sorry for throwing the sword at me.” you shrugged.

“Piss off.” he scoffed, shaking his head.

“Alright. Back to mopping I go.”

You nudged the sword away from you with your foot and continued swabbing the deck.

Izzy sighed. You glanced over at him, stopping what you were doing as you watched him pick up the sword and hold it out to you.

“Sorry.” he mumbled, barely opening his mouth.

Unfortunately for you (but fortunately for Izzy), you didn’t notice how his stony expression was betrayed by this soft kind of desperation in his eyes. It wasn’t the reason that you caved in- you were just honouring your agreement. Allowing the mop to fall to the floor, you hesitantly took the sword.

━━━━━━━━━

“Christ...” Izzy grumbled.

You crouched down to pick up your sword after he had knocked it out of your hand for the... well, you’d lost count of how many times it had happened. At least you didn’t care that most of the crew had gathered around to watch.

“You’re not even trying, are you?”

You weren’t quite sure what the right answer was. If you were trying, you were just completely shit with a sword. If you weren’t trying, you were wasting his time.

Not quite sure what to say, you responded with a noncommittal shrug.

He rolled his eyes.

“God knows how you’ve managed to survive at sea this long. Absolutely fucking useless”

“Fair enough.”

He glared at you.

“Do you want to die?”

“Well, if do I wanna die, then I’m doing a pretty bad job of it, aren’t I?”

You forced a contemptuous smile.

“I’ve tried three fucking times before to teach you how to do this,” he complained, waving the sword in frustration. “And, every single time, you dick about and don’t try.”

“I never asked you to teach me. You’re the one who wants me to learn, not me.”

“You don’t want to learn?”

“No, I don’t.” you answered.

It was something he had guessed before- he just had no idea why you would willingly put yourself at a major disadvantage.

“And, why’s that?” His tone was cold. “Too much effort?”

“No, Iz.” Your veneer of apathy had been demolished, your voice weakening as a result. You paused before admitting, “I don’t want to kill anyone.”

He stared at you in disbelief. This wasn’t something you’d confessed to anyone, even when Izzy had tried to teach you before. He always quit and stormed off in frustration before he could get this far. He rolled his eyes.

“Then, you’re an idiot for becoming a pirate.”

You didn’t respond. He took this as an invitation to continue.

“So, even after you almost fucking died, you’re not going to-”

“I almost died?” you questioned.

He froze. It appeared as though the rest of the crew had become tense at that moment, too.

“You never told me that. I thought it was just a normal stab wound, not... a near-fatal one. I mean, he got me in the safe side.”

Izzy cleared his throat.

“You almost bled out.” he faltered. 

“The Captains said not to tell you.” Lucius blurted. “They didn’t want you to worry while you were recovering.”

You swallowed your saliva.

“Okay.” You looked back at Izzy. “That doesn’t change my mind- I don’t want to even be capable of killing someone, Iz. And, I don’t care if you think that makes me a useless, pathetic idiot. If you really think that little of me-” You shrugged nonchalantly, almost mockingly (nope- not your best moment). “You can just let me die next time, eh?”

Taking in a deep, trembling breath, he clenched his jaw. You looked back at him blankly, almost coldly. He shook his head and stormed off.

━━━━━━━━━

Following your lesson with Izzy, you returned to swabbing the deck. In fact, most of the crew resumed working, too. The atmosphere had been uncomfortable ever since Izzy left. Sensing you weren’t in the best mood, everyone decided to leave you alone, until-

“Hey, mate.”

You turned around and forced a smile to mirror his.

“Hey, Ed.” you greeted. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah. I just thought we could have a quick chat.”

“Okay...” you answered hesitantly. “What about?”

Though, you had a horrible, sinking feeling it was about-

“The thing that happened with Iz earlier.”

You bit your lip. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. 

Neither Ed nor Stede had been there to see it, you thought, so someone must have mentioned it to them.

“Do you know why he wanted to teach you how to use a sword?”

“To make me a less pathetic pirate?”

“No.” Ed shook his head. “It’s the same reason he took care of you.”

You stared at him uncertainly. He placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“He... cares about you.”

“He cares about me?” you repeated incredulously.

“Mhm.” he nodded. “Thinks the world of you. After you got hurt, he was beside himself. Lashed out at the crew... more than usual, I mean. He’s terrified of losing you.”

He paused, watching you take in the information.

“Right, I’ll be off.” he announced.

Your face fell, prompting Ed to pat you on the shoulder. Up until that point, you couldn’t tell if he was a bit pissed off at you too. Izzy was his first mate (and actual mate, at least Ed liked to think so), and it was clear you’d hurt the man who (you now knew) thought the world of you. But, you realised that Ed just wanted what was best for the both of you.

“You can do what you want with that information.” he added quickly. “Just thought you should know, and I don’t think Izzy wanted to tell you.”

With that, Ed left.

━━━━━━━━━

Lucius and Black Pete fell silent when you approached them. They had been leaning against the railing, chatting and admiring the sunset until you turned up.

“Was anyone planning on telling me about Izzy before I made that insensitive comment about my death?”

“You probably shouldn’t ‘ve said it after he told you that you actually almost died,” Pete shrugged. "Even if you didn’t know about his... feelings.”

You let out a sigh. “Probably not, no.”

“You finally figured it out, then?” Lucius asked.

You scratched your neck.

“Ed told me.”

Lucius’ eyes scanned you.

“So, how do you feel about him?”

“I’m not saying it- you already know.” you huffed. “Look, I’m not good at this feelings thing. I know I need to talk to him; I just don’t know what to say.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Lucius smiled and patted you on the arm.

━━━━━━━━━

You decided to have your talk with Izzy before the morning upon Pete’s request (he knew Izzy would be in a bad mood the next day if you didn’t sort things out). So, when night fell, you knocked on the door of Izzy’s cabin.

“What?”

“I need to talk to you.”

He groaned.

“Fuck off.”

“I’m sorry about...well,  everything that happened earlier. I fucked up.”

You heard his approaching footsteps. The door creaked when he opened it. He moved away and stood in the middle of the room with folded arms, leaving it open. You stepped inside, not bothering to close the door.

“I’m really sorry for saying what I said, Iz.” you said softly. “It doesn’t make anything better, but, for what it’s worth, I had no idea that you...”

Izzy watched you expectantly, almost cautiously. “That I what?”

“...Care about me.”

His breath hitched in his throat.

“I... care about you too, Iz.”

He didn’t respond. You swallowed your saliva as you thought about what Lucius had told you to say.

“If I’d ‘ve known that you actually cared, and how important it was to you, I wouldn’t ‘ve just dicked around. So, I’m sorry.” you went on. “And, in hindsight, just ‘cause I’m not that big on the idea of killing someone, it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t learn how to at least block attacks.”

Izzy cleared his throat.

“I can teach you,” Izzy offered, attempting to sound more relaxed than he (clearly) actually was. “If you want.”

You smiled at him.

“Christ, you really must care about me if you’re still willing to teach me.”

He let out a weak chuckle, causing you to grin.

An unexpected feeling of bravery surged through you, prompting you to step closer to him and press a quick kiss to his cheek. You could feel him melt beneath your touch, and less than a second later he tightly wrapped his around your waist. He buried his face in your shoulder, his head resting against your neck.

“Thanks, Iz.” you mumbled. “For everything.”

[duffslut]

Phone Call

Izzy stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 440

Requested by anon: Phone call oneshot w/Izzy 🥺

Warnings: Smut. Minors Dni.

- What are you wearing now?

You gasped at Izzy's sudden change of subject.

- I'm wearing a top and shorts, why?

Izzy didn't answer your question, you rolled over on your back on the bed while holding your cell phone to your ear.

- Take off your shorts. - Izzy said harshly.

You frowned, what the fuck was he planning now?

- Why? - you asked, but already starting to pull down your shorts.

- Do it Y/n.

You laughed and took off your shorts, automatically running your hand through your panties before turning your attention to Izzy on the phone.

- Okay no shorts now. - you said, curious about what Izzy's next command would be.

Izzy sighed.

- Do you remember that time I played with your tits while you slept? - he paused. - How did that feel?

A shiver ran through your body, you remember all too well how having Izzy's soft lips and warm hands on your tits made you feel while you slept.

- Mmm, it felt good I think. - you said.

Izzy chuckled.

- Are your nipples hard now?

You looked down and blushed when you shamefully realized your nipples were really hard. You brought your hands to your tits, completely forgetting about Izzy on the phone and letting out a pained moan as you squeezed them tightly.

Yes. - you admitted.

- I can imagine exactly what you're doing now, and I bet your pussy is already soaked just remembering how I used your body last night, isn't it?

You were sweating, why the fuck was Izzy teasing you like that? And why did he have to be so far away? you whimpered realizing that your panties were really soaked and really you did miss him.

- Fuck Iz! - your voice comes out less angry than you expected, it sounded more like you were begging him for something.

The memories of last night of you waking up with Izzy inside you made you completely give up of the little dignity you had left, you started massaging your own tits with your eyes closed, propping your phone on the pillow so you could still hear it.

- Get that tight pussy ready for me huh?

You rolled your eyes in pleasure shoving three fingers into your pussy, and then pulling them out just to shove them even deeper and faster next time. It lasted less than five minutes, the dirty talk Izzy kept saying just swayed you to keep going until you moaned loudly with an orgasm and a squirt.

- Should I ask what are you wearing now? - you said after composing yourself, but still not satisfied.

- No I don't need that, I'm on my way to fuck you.

[bookishjules]

Prompt: "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to see if you were okay." Simon and Izzy! :D

(for context, this takes place post tfsa)

"What are you doing here?" Simon's voice was curious, if not a bit concerned, as he slid the strap of his bass from around his neck, keeping his eyes on Isabelle's.

He crossed to where she stood by the garage door before asking, a bit quieter, "Is everything okay?" The rest of the band had already started making themselves busy, tuning or quietly fingering or tapping out variations of whatever rift they were working on.

Izzy nodded, and Simon led her out of the garage he and his friends were practicing in. She tried to swallow the anxiety that had brought her here. "I just wanted to see if you were okay," she said.

Simon didn't look convinced. Even after everything, he still knew her too well. "I thought you were hanging out with Aline today."

"I still am," Isabelle said, brushing off his doubt along with her own. "We're on a lunch break."

"A lunch break."

"Yes, a lunch break. And look, here I am choosing to spend mine with you." She flashed a smile and took a step closer to him.

Simon slid his right hand into her left. "What's up, Iz--really?"

His eyes were steady, willing her to be vulnerable.

Shit.

"I just... wanted to--" Isabelle took a deep breath. She was avoiding Simon's eyes, she knew. And it was dumb, but that lack of trust was exactly what had pulled her here wasn't it? Reassurance, not lack of trust. Reassurance that he was still there. Reassurance that he wasn't hiding things from her. Reassurance that he could still be reachable, accessible. Could still be hers.

God, she sounded so weak.

"Isabelle."

And then arms were circling her waist, smoothing her loose hair against her back. Her own arms wrapped around Simon, holding tight as she buried her face against his neck. He smelled like boy and summer sweat and Eric's garage, but he also smelled like the cologne Izzy had given him. His shirt was soft, well-worn, and the feel of it was so familiar. Even if she hadn't seen him in it, she would have known which one it was--burnt orange with a shadowed outline of the Lars moisture farm and Tattooine's twin suns up above.

Isabelle soaked up the comfort of him for a minute before she found an answer to his question. "I just got paranoid. Sorry I interrupted band practice." She began disentangling herself. "I'll let you get back."

"Isabelle," he repeated. His hand went to her cheek, brushing a tear aside with his thumb. When had she started crying? His fingers were rough from guitar strumming, but his voice was soft as he said, "Hey."

Isabelle met his eyes, which were as soft as his voice.

"I'm here, okay?" he went on. "I'm not going anywhere. And I don't want to."

He'd seen right through her, or course. She started to look away, but before she could step back into confident, fearless Isabelle, Simon leaned in and pressed his lips against her forehead, then to the tip of her nose, her mouth.

"I love you," he said.

Isabelle brought her hands back up, hooking them behind Simon's neck. "I take back my apology for interrupting band practice."

A smile tugged at Simon's mouth. "Are you still going back to hang out with Aline?"

"Hm, no," she said, playing with the collar of Simon's shirt. "I lied."

There was a twinkle in Simon's eyes as he said, "Be right back."

"Where are you going?"

He was already a few strides away from her when he answered. "I'm gonna get the fuck out of band practice."

[iznsfw]

Dont you think that there'll be idols that use their body to get out of trouble from their partner?? Or even anyone. Like they got scold for doing something wrong and just start stripping and seduce?? I can see Yuri and Hyewon do that 😂

Clever Getaways

IZ*ONE's Jo Yuri x Male Reader Smut (not exactly)

Now look what you did. You sparked a BFH! This is all your fault!

Just kidding. But to answer your question, I can really see Yuri doing that since she acts so bratty lol.

Also, can't think of a better title, so just try to enjoy.

"Do you even know how much trouble you got me in?"

"Look, I get it. And I'm sorry."

"You'd still do it again."

"Well, yeah but—"

You've had enough. You raise your hands in the air to shut her up. "Just�� stop. I don't want to see another slip-up from you."

"Or do you?" Yuri asks slyly.

You look up from your hands massaging your head and raise your eyebrows questioningly. You roll your eyes when you see your girlfriend ridding herself of the polka dot dress.

Typical Yuri, using her body to get out of trouble. She certainly knows her place in your heart, but you are not going to fall for this again.

Even if her shoulders and collarbone look godly, and all it would just take is a quick tug for her tight body to be in its full naked glory.

Even if…

Fuck.

"That's not going to work, Yul," you lie in between your teeth, trying your best to sound unbothered.

Yuri straddles you on the sofa. Her hands are splayed on your chest, forcing you to focus only on her. But you could not make eye contact and you end up having nowhere to look but her chest.

You find it more difficult to keep up your facade of nonchalancy when Yuri's hips start to move in dizzying circles on your crotch. She uses your refusal to look her in the eyes to her advantage, tugging down the dress to tempt you with her cleavage.

She squeezes one of her tits in her hand. Her moan directly sends blood to your dick. She grins when she sees your erection.

"Come on." She pouts. "Will you forgive me?"

No.

She shifts in her position on your lap to palm your through your jeans. Her hand sparks unwanted heat in your crotch, gathering into your dick.

No.

She raises her legs to the side to let you see how her pair of ruined panties slide down her smooth them. Her thighs coax your head to be their prisoner.

No.

Yuri slides her soaking pussy along your thigh. Her wetness makes a mess on your jeans, but she does not care about that one bit. All she cares about is getting herself off on your knee and the fabric rubbing deliciously against her clit. Moaning loudly, Yuri's hand slowly roams from her chest to the pit of her stomach, reaching underneath the skirt to finger herself.

"Oh… oh God… "

No…

Oh, alright.

You switch your positions on the sofa, devouring her lips hungrily while your hands tug at her thighs. The kiss muffles her gasps and your own. You throw her legs up in the air and tear the patterned outfit off of her body.

The dress looks a lot better on the bedroom floor.

[bakubro0]

Leave the window open - Deku

Note: I wanted to do something similar with the manga. hope you like it!

pairing: Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Reader

warnings/tags: not sfw, minors dni, slight degradation, aged up!Deku, unprotected sex, very slight exibicionism, v slight sonophilia (just deku touchin' the reader's hair, face and arm while asleep and lookin' her body).

You’re asleep when Izuku comes into your room.

He never comes from the front door. Like a ghost he sneaks through the shadows and enters through your window. Sometimes the green rays briefly illuminate the stain he is against the dark sky.

Knowing that your boyfriend is something close to a hero of the shadows, exiled and estranged from everyone, you always keep the window open at night, so he can approach easily.

He always complains and says it's too dangerous to leave the window open, but you ignore that. Seeing him is already hard enough. You always do your best to make it at least a little easier for the two of you.

This time is no different.

When Izuku easily balances on the windowsill and enters your room, the only light there is from the yellow blinkers that are attached to the headboard of your bed. You texted him earlier and asked him to come see you but got no response.

Izuku pulls back the mask he’s wearing and sighs when he sees you, so beautiful, asleep. You have the habit of sleeping on top of the blankets sometimes and he smiles when he realizes that you only wear a big T-shirt - his T-shirt.

Pulling off one of the gloves, Izuku frees his own hand so he can feel your skin. He touches you carefully, like you were made of glass. And it could be — anything could be glass in his calloused, strong hands. Izuku can take down any wall, defeat any villain.

You are fragile compared to him. It's like a porcelain doll, perfect, so delicate.

His free hand wanders over your face; he takes a lock of your hair out your face and tucks it behind your ear. He couldn't help but let his fingertips caress your arms and the fabric of his shirt.

Izuku lets his own green eyes watch you with curiosity and a slight desire; your smooth legs and breasts bulging against his shirt are suddenly more than just a sight for him.

You’re the only good thing in this world, he thinks.

He watches you for a little longer; lets his thumb play with your hair as he listens to your breathing. Izuku finally convinces himself that it's best to let you sleep; he gets up from the end of the bed he was sitting on and that's when you mumble something.

“Oh, did I woke up my doll?” he asks in a sweet voice, his eyes shining when you blink.

“You really came!” you exclaim happily and quickly sit down to hug him. Izuku looks surprised by the contact, as usual.

Away from everyone and everything he knows, fighting villains and facing danger all the time, a touch like yours is unusual. Every few times he can be with you is like that - like you’re caressing him for the first time.

"I got the message just now," he mutters against your hair and lets you rest against his chest. “I didn't meant to wake you up-”

“No problem” you shake a hand. “I didn't think you were coming. I'm happy to see you.”

“I'm always happy to see you” he whispers and cups your face with one hand. The tone in his voice is almost strange, not that common of his nature. He's frustrated about something, you know that. But there are so many things he can be frustrated and angry about that you have no idea where to start.

When Izuku's lips meet yours, a heavy kiss begins in seconds. He holds you possessively, his arms against your waist, one hand quickly pressing your body against his.

You moan softly against his mouth, your hands gripping the collar of his hero uniform. It's a threadbare uniform, quite different from what he used to wear in the past. But you don't care about that or anything else when you pull him towards you, opening your legs so his heavy body has room to lie there.

“What’s this, huh? Did I made you horny that fast?” he asks against your neck as he kisses it, teeth marking your skin. “Your parents are right in the next room, silly girl. We can’t-”

“We can… We can be silent!” you said quickly, eager for the touch of rough hands against your delicate skin.

And that wish is shared by Izuku as well. He wants to ruin you; wants to make you whimper his name, hear you say you can't take him - and still ask for more.

“Do you want it?” he asks hoarsely in your ear and presses his own erection against your thigh. Before you can respond, a rough kiss is dropped against your lips.

He sighs against your tongue as he feels how soaked your panties are. Your hands try to go down his torso, but Izuku is quick to stop them.

“Leave your hands on the headboard,” he says in a soft but dangerously authoritative whisper. As if his voice were a velvet-covered knife, you know perfectly well how dominant and vicious he can be when he wants to. “It's so wet. You shouldn't be so excited to do this when your parents can hear you, love.”

“Iz-zuku” you sigh when you feel his rough movements against your clit, his fingertips threatening to penetrate you.

“Tell me what you want... Just tell me and I'll give it to you” he promises and you unconsciously move your hips, looking for the sensation of his warm hands. “Say it, c’mon. You can use that pretty mouth for something, can't you?”

Your head shakes, but Izuku won't let you speak. He pushes two of the fingers that were previously being rubbed against your entrance into your mouth and watches with a satisfied smile as you obediently suck on them. Izuku continues, deeper and deeper, making you choke at times.

Your hips continued to move slowly, trying to seek some relief with the light friction against one of his thighs. This sight makes Izuku laugh and shake his head as if he’s mocking you.

"You're acting like a little bitch in heat," he says against your ear and your eyes roll back. Izuku removes his fingers from your mouth and takes them straight to the zipper of his own clothes, pulling it down to the volume that was formed by his erection. He lets his own cock free, the pink tip pressed against your panties.

You whine at the contact; it's almost an instinct when your hands leave the headboard and pull your panties aside.

“Please!” you sigh as you lift your hips in an almost desperate way. “Please, please, please, Deku!”

That single word makes him grunt. Izuku can’t hold back when you call him by his hero name. It fills his ego, feels so good he can't say anything else - Izuku thrusts his hips against you, filling you up.

You let out a moan and he lifts his free hand, still covered by a glove, to cover your mouth. You want to beg him, you want to tell him how good his deep movements are, but he won't let you.

Izuku is completely lost in how your body feels against his. The way your body reacts to his, how you can barely handle half his dick without whining pathetically, "It's too much, Deku."

"I don't care, take it" he growled against your neck. His pace is amazing, almost brutal. It makes the bed shake and for a moment you almost forget that your parents are sleeping in the next room and don't know that your boyfriend sneaks in through your window.

Izuku guides his free hand to the most sensitive point between your legs, touching it slowly while forcing his own cock deeper and deeper inside you. You can't even tell you're close to coming - the sensation washes over you and makes your back arch and you hear Izuku moaning as he pulls his own cock out and watches him come over your belly with a heavy groan.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you feel Izuku's sweet, warm kisses against your cheeks.

“Open your eyes for me, love” he asks and when you do, a beaming smile from Izuku surprises you. “I'm not done with you yet.”

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B25 and B37 from your prompt list with Mal from Shadow and Bone, please?

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

A/N: I hope you like it!

Prompts: B25. “You’re so warm…” “You’re so cold.” “Mmh, that’s why I like your warmth.” and B37. “I care about you, maybe more than I should.”

Warnings: a liiiittle bit of angst but hurt/comfort mainly.

Word count: 425

You definitely weren’t planning to fall for Mal Oretsev.

Sure you, Alina and Mal had been best friends since childhood, but deeper feelings weren’t planned. In its worst, it could mess everything up, destroy your and Mal’s friendship.

Alina had tried to get you two together since you were teenagers, but you were reluctant about it, fearing Mal would turn you down. But as you grew and became closer, your feelings were harder to ignore. And Mal being protective of you didn’t make it any better.

Like now, when you had been soaked in rain and cold and Mal offered you a cuddle to warm you up, and there you were lying on his chest, taking in all his warmth. It felt like a dream.

“You’re so warm…” you muttered.

“You’re so cold.” he answered with an amused huff.

You grinned. “Mmh, that’s why I like your warmth.”

You stayed like that for a while in silence, Mal’s hand was running up and down your arm and your heartbeat felt like it could be heard around all of Ravka. You were wondering why Mal didn’t pay attention to it, if it would have been any louder, it would be shaking the house.

Saints. You had to confess, it began to be unbearable.

“Mal?” you muttered.

He shifted slightly. “Mmh?”

“What are we?”

“Best friends.”

You sighed. “I don’t think about you as my best friend anymore.”

He stopped caressing your arm and slowly sat up. “What?”

“I care about you.” you swallowed. “Maybe more than I should.”

You didn’t dare to look at him after your confession, but knowing he was frowning. You shook your head, sitting up too. “I know it’s going to ruin our friendship as it is, but I couldn’t keep it inside me anymore. I have loved you since we were teenagers, Mal Oretsev.”

He still was silent, and you stood up from the bed in an attempt to flee the scene, and that seemed to activate Mal, and he lunged for your hand, gripping it tightly in his own.

“You… you love me?” he asked, and you finally looked into his eyes. You swallowed.

“Yes.”

His face slowly lit up and now it was your turn to frown. “I have loved you since we were 10. I just… I thought that you see me as your brother or something, like Alina does.”

You just stared at him, faintly feeling how he ran his thumbs over your knuckles.

And then you broke into a smile as well. He loved you too.

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