#i was smiling so hard like yeah they were cute af

[ahsung]

The next chapter in our lives will be even more exciting and happy. I’m already overwhelmingly happy.

NO GAIN NO LOVE dir. Kim Jeong-sik

[pedge-page]

Preggo wife Joel is the type of person who would pull out in the middle of sex and go down on her just to hear wife moan louder, I just know he would be f r e a k y af

notes: Let me tell you…all fluff and cuteness and humor aside, this man fucks like a beast. How else do you think she got knocked up?? Here’s what the man was like just days after finding out you were expecting. 

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Joel Miller - Husband, Father, Daddy

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral F receiving

18+ ONLY

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Joel’s got your waist pinned to the bed, rutting his cock into your soaked heat as your poor legs flail by his side. Harsh grunts leave his open mouth with each rut, his fingertips digging into your hips to imprint himself. You’ve cum three times now, not really having any other option but taking his thick length that has somehow made a very comfortable home inside your cunt, conformed to its hardened shape each time the tip punches your gummy walls.

“FUck baby look at ya, takin’ my cock s’deep,” he groans, pushing in all the way until his colliding with your cervix before grinding his pelvis flush against yours. "My pretty wife, all mineminemine."

“I can’t—Joel please,” you whine.

He starts thrusting again and you yelp, throwing your head back with silent cries of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes you can—took a baby in this pussy didn’t you? Fuckin’ bred ya, shit gonna look so good like a Mommy ohmygod.” He grins, nearly cumming at the thought of your tummy swelling so quickly. He keeps thinking it’s already showing, the little pudge making its way evident for the world to see. “Cum for me one more time, please baby need to hear it.”

You shake your head, covering your mouth.

He growls, pulling out and slapping your cunt hard. spankspank against your abused clit as he tosses your thighs up, presenting your slit to him. He latches his widened jaw to cover the entire area of your exposed core, humming into your sweet little pussy. your sticky arousal flows into his mouth, and he sucks every bit that tries to escape him. Eats you out like it’ll be the last thing he does. 

“Let it out,” he growls, flicking his tongue against your clit with little sucks. “Louder, scream it baby," he swats your sensitive nub again, "fuckin’ louder, I said!” His fingers plunge into your hole, twisting and slicking them up, expertly wringing you of your loud moans he all but deserves.

“Ah—ah yeah oh fuckyeah!! Yesyesyesyesohmygod Joel— Daddy please I’M—!” You body freezes in a vicious position, rolling your pussy further into his mouth as he works your orgasm over you. 

“That’s my girl.” He spanks your cunt once with a satisfied smirk, your whole body jolting from the impact before he’s forcing his cock into your tightened walls. "I'm fuckin' my wife's pussy so fuckin' good, she can't even speak."

Your eyes roll back to you skull as he sets a brutal pace again.

“Daddy’s home’s right here,” he moans.

You grip his bicep with the little clutch of sanity you have left, an erotic, delirious smile plastered on your face. He obsessively strokes your belly with his thumb. There's no intent to stop fucking you. That one more cum was total bullshit but who fucking cares, when he's claiming you so good. Despite your hoarse throat, you continue to let out desperate whimpers of encouragement for him. His tongue caught between his teeth with little snarls and pants, staring down at the spot where you're joined, soaking everything between you two. 

You’re so cock drunk for him, it’s no wonder your body was so willing to accept his seed. He just has that effect. Maybe pregnancy won’t be so bad for you after all…

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[repulsiveliquidation]

Fore!

Leah Williamson x Reader [Tooth-rotting, diabetes-causing sweet af fluff]

Leah meets the hottest golfer she’s ever seen.

word count : 2.3k, there will be more parts coming soon!

Based off of true events, I do play college-level golf and I thought it would be fun to incorporate that into a story!

“Come on Leah, our tee time is at ten fifty!” yelled Jacob from the living room. They had planned on playing some golf today, but Leah couldn’t pick an outfit out and was becoming frustrated. “Give me a minute you arse! We won’t be late!”

Finally deciding on something to wear, they headed to the Abbey Hill Golf Club (a/n this is a real course in Milton Keynes!) where they were just in time for their tee time. “What was it you were saying about not being late, sis?” Jacob quipped, earning a hard smack on the upside of his head for his mocking tone. “Shut it before I shove this club up somewhere you don’t want.” “Alright, alright, I’ll bring the cart around.” He answered with a laugh, walking over to the golf carts searching for the one with the number 6 on it.

“Just you then, Y/N/N? Right, you’re gonna have to pair up with those two then. The course is pretty full today, that’ll speed up play.”

“Right, thanks so much Greg!”

“You’re welcome, kid. I’ll give you a tenner if you beat your own course record!”

“I’ll hold you to that, Gregory!”

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Greg paired us up today, I hope that’s okay!”

Someone taps Leah’s shoulder and she swears time stopped. Standing before her is the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She had the most beautiful smile and was dressed in the cutest golf outfit. She looked professional, like she knew what she was doing, not like herself.

“Um, are you alright?”

“What? Oh fuck, yes. Um, what did you say?”

You giggle at her flustered answer. “Fuck,” thought Leah, “I think that’s the cutest sound in the world.”

“I’m Y/N. Greg wanted us to play together since the tee times are full, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh no, not at all! My brother and I just came out to have a little fun but we’re not that good so I hope we don’t slow you down. You look like you play golf a lot. That’s a really cute shirt you have on, perfectly paired with those trousers. I really like your shoes too, mine are really beat up.” “I love you.”

You giggled again, amused by her rambling. “Don’t worry about it! I just came out to have a little fun but I did bet Greg ten pounds if I could beat the course record today so you’ll need to be witnesses.”

“Course record? Just how good are you?”

“I’ve played my fair share of golf. Between secondary school and college, I’d say I’m alright.”

If Leah had a ring, she’d be on one knee proposing to this girl right now. Jacob finally pulls up with the cart and starts to lock the bags to the back. Leah, in a split-second decision to abandon her precious baby brother, tells him he can have his own cart and that she’ll share with you.

“If that alright with you, of course.”

“Not at all; what’s your name again?”

“Shit, where are my manners? I’m Leah, that’s my brother Jacob. Jacob this is Y/N.”

“Hello Y/N, Greg set us up eh?”

“Yeah, I won’t be too much trouble!”

“You’re alright, just beat my sister and let her take you out, we’ll have a fantastic day.”

“Jacob, I swear–”

“See you two on the first tee!”

A deep blush creeps up Leah’s neck as she rummages in her bag for something she isn’t looking for. You smile fondly at the woman, finding her obvious nervousness extremely attractive; her brother’s request more of a hope than a dream now.

You hop into the driver’s seat, looking back at her still rummaging but now with added grumbling. “You ready, Leah?” you ask with an amused voice, her head popping up as she stood straight and smiled, walking to the passenger side and sat in the cart. You headed to the first tee, the course looking beautiful this time of year.

Jacob stood on the first tee with a cheeky smirk on his face, driver in hand. You park right behind him and get out, grabbing your glove and driver before walking up to him. Leah copies you, following quickly behind you.

“Leah normally plays the reds but I knew you’d come up here to the men’s tees.”

“The women’s tees are too short for me, I like a little challenge anyway.”

Leah, under the guise of stretching, listening intently to your conversation with her brother. It made her stomach do flips and fill with butterflies as you spoke so elegantly about golf. She knew it was the same way she did about football but there was something so hot about the way you spoke that made her heart want to jump out of her chest.

“Would you like to start us off, Jacob?”

“Yes! Then my sister can show off her swing to impress you before you undoubtedly bomb in perfectly down the fairway to show her how it’s done.”

Leah swears she nearly committed first degree murder right then and there. You let out a comical laugh, clutching your stomach as you watch Leah come over and smack her brother hard. He does eventually play his first shot, which isn’t bad, and it’s now Leah’s turn.

“Good luck!” you tell her, smiling softly. She blushes, setting up her shot way too much to the left out of nervousness.

“Leah, too much left darling. Come over a little.” You say nonchalantly, giving her a thumbs up when she corrects herself. Her brain has short-circuited, the pet name you used making her last two braincells abandon her. She manages a shot, ball going only about 50 meters before coming to a stop. You clap nonetheless, telling her it was a good shot. She blushes even harder when you give her a high five, walking over to the tee box to play your shot. Just as Jacob predicted, you hit a drive straight down the middle, flying way past both their balls.

“Wow, that was impressive.” “I love you.”

“Perfect, that was my intention. Come on, let’s get to yours.” You tell her, taking her hand and walking back to the cart. You get in and make your way to her ball. Her face held an expression of pure shock, staring at you with her perfect blue eyes. You could only smile shyly, your boldness was a surprise to everyone in the cart.

“You’ve got 215 meters, Leah.” You tell her as you approach her ball, pulling out your rangefinder and shooting the distance for her. You sat back into the cart and let her hit her ball. You knew she wasn’t going to get there with one shot but you always tried to make anyone you played with enjoy the sport regardless of their talent level so they didn't feel intimidated. Having been surrounded by coaches who made you resent golf while playing in college, you made it your mission to have people enjoy the sport; for golf to be a hobby and not a chore.

“Thanks, what should I play?” she asks, wanting your expert opinion she convinced herself; truthfully she just wanted to hear you talk about golf. “Well, how far does your 5 wood go?” “120 meters if I don’t waffle it.” “Ha! Wonderful, use that.” “I love you.”

She does, in fact, waffle it. But she laughs it off and tries again. This time she does hit it good and it lands beside the green. “Yes Leah, that was great!” you give her another high five and see Jacob already by your ball.

“100 perfect meters. You hit that drive a long way down here.”

“Thanks Jacob, this is one of my longest ones on this hole I think.”

“Which club do you want?” Leah asks, wanting to return the favor. “Pitching wedge please.” you tell her, grabbing it from her and playing your shot. It flies past the hole a little, leaving you with 15 feet for birdie. You smile and wave a little as they impressively clap. Jacob catches the lovesick glint in his sisters eyes as she watches you like you're the only person in the world.

“You’re a goner, aren’t ya?”

“Hook, line and sinker Jacob.” “I love you.”

The three of you spend the next 4 hours playing the most fun round you’ve had in a while. Leah ends up playing a 102, Jacob was better with a 95 and you won ten pounds from Greg after posting a course record of 63.

She was a little sad that the round was over, packing her bag much slower than was necessary. She didn’t see that you were doing the same. Jacob said goodbye and left, winking at her and teasing her. She shoved him and smiled happily, nervous about not wanting the day to end. You had just about plucked up the courage to ask her out when you stood and there she was, almost as surprised as you were.

“Uh, fuck. I was j-just wondering if you would w-want a drink or something.”

“Depends, would that mean that it’s a date?”

“Only if you wanted it to be.”

“I would love nothing more. Well, you eventually but, we’ll see.”

//

“You’re WHO?!”

“You saying you didn’t recognize me?”

“I hate that I have a feeling you’re more amused than offended that I don’t know THE Leah Williamson.”

“It’s honestly refreshing.”

You laugh as arrive at your car. You wordlessly grab both golf bags and pack them into your boot. You close it and smile at her standing there, hands shoved into her pockets as she rocked on the balls of her feet.

“How about a little lunch? I know a pretty good café I think you’d like.” She nervously suggests, somewhat scared that you would say no.

“I’d love that, Leah. Quit being so nervous, I don’t bite.”

//

“Could I do the cranberry and chicken wrap please? Maybe an iced latte to go with that too, please.”

“Make that two. I’ll pay.”

“Leah, I couldn’t let you do that.”

“It’s a date remember? I asked, I pay.”

“What a gentlewoman, you are. Makes a girl weak in the knees, you know.”

“I’ll catch you doll, don’t worry.”

Leah doesn’t think she’s ever been able to talk to anyone the same way she could with you. You were the perfect listener; attentive and engaged. You also spoke so eloquently and had the best jokes she’s ever heard. It’s not till the café owner comes over at 7PM to let you both know that they were closing did you realize the time.

You both walk hand in hand down the streets of late-night Milton Keynes. Leah insists on getting ice cream, beating you again at handing over money to pay. You both settle on a bench at a nearby park and enjoy the cold dessert. Your hands don’t leave each other’s, her thumb softly brushing over your knuckles.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I don’t think I would be able to sleep tonight if I didn’t tell you.” She blurts out suddenly and it sends a dark blush up your cheeks. “I love you.”

“I lied.”

“What?”

“I lied, of course I knew who you were. How could anyone not? I was fangirling so hard but I had to keep my cool so I didn’t scare you. I’m sorry.”

“That’s the best lie anyone has ever told me.”

You continued to eat your ice cream, sitting closer to her as your laced fingers sat in your lap. Ice cream cones now finished you both just enjoyed the cool Milton Keynes night.

“Are you from here?” Leah asks as she mindlessly plays with your fingers. “Yeah, but we moved around a lot as kids because of my dad’s job. I moved back here for secondary school but went to the US for college.”

“A great friend of mine studied in the US while playing sports too.”

“Alessia? I’ve met her, she signed my jersey one time.”

“Signed–which game did you come to?!”

“I was at the Euro’s last year. Loved watching the final, I had a sore throat for a week from all the shouting. I had just come back from graduating so I thought I’d enjoy a little soccer.”

“It’s football, love.”

You laugh and lean your head on her shoulder as she takes the opportunity to slip her arm around your shoulder. You don’t protest, leaning into her. She smiles wide, grabbing your hand to hold with her other. It was past 11PM, both of you walking to your car begrudgingly at the reality of a perfect date coming to a close. You get in and suddenly have a burst of confidence. You lean in and to your surprise, she does too. Your lips meet and it's like fireworks. Her lips mold to yours perfectly, tongues swiping and tangling like a practiced tango. You pull away first, hand cupping her beautiful face and stroking her cheekbone.

“I don’t want it to end.”

“Then don’t let it.”

“Stay the night?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[starryjkoo]

I've seen some people bringing up hickeygate for some reason so in the spirit of AYS?! release week, I’d like to talk about why I love hickeygate.

To begin with, I feel like a lot of people don’t understand that what makes hickeygate so funny isn’t even necessarily the hickey. Or rather, there’s too much focus on only the hickey when the whole thing is just hilarious and weird.

Like, apparently Jikook get drunk (alone) together and JK lifts Jimin bridal style, spins him around, and refuses to set him down even when Jimin gets super dizzy. And apparently Jimin’s drunken method of getting JK to set him down is to “bite” him on the neck in such a way that leaves a mark that looks exactly like a hickey. That’s weird! Every part of that is weird!

And what’s also kind of funny to me is that I think they told the story because imo in their eyes it really was all very innocent “see, we weren’t doing anything weird or wrong!” almost, defensive, if you will. Because technically, they weren’t doing anything inappropriate, they were just defending themselves/explaining the totally non-weird mark Jimin left on JKs neck. It wasn’t really a “hickey”, they have nothing to hide, they were just playing around, nothing untoward happened.

But I think it’s funny because imho it at the very least implies that Jikook have some weird-ass boundaries/behaviors, that they might be so deep into their strange dynamic, so used to and desensitized to it, that they don’t even recognize when they’re being weird af. Because, regardless, this situation is still ????

Most people don’t drunkenly spin their friends around bridal style and refuse to set them down and have hickeys bit (sucked??) onto their neck in response. I mean, maybe some do, but I definitely don’t think it’s the norm (and Jin’s & TH’s responses are hilarious). And certainly most people would realize that leaving what looks like a hickey on your friends neck is going to be perceived a certain way regardless of what story you tell or how it came about, and would maybe cover it up to save themselves the embarrassment if they were bothered by the implications. But clearly that’s not what happened. They were out and proud of that thing lol (well Jimin seemed a bit sheepish about what happened lol).

Anyways the whole thing is funny and very weird and says something about their dynamic and weird physical boundaries and what they might be like when they’re drunk and alone together (which seems like something they do/did a lot). We also now know they also have in depth discussions about singing to the point they get lost in their own little world even when they're with others which is cute too.

Anyways, I know I’m not crazy to point out that their dynamic is weird and their intimacy boundaries are weird and their dynamic can read a certain way because I’ll always point to one of my other very favorite Jikook moments — Rainy Day fight — particularly the way that the other members responded. Like, continuously cringing for no reason, shivering and yelling “ew”, calling it a drama, singing a kdrama song at them, smiling and laughing, which is all honestly hilarious, and unnecessary, and validating lol. Especially because it didn’t really deter Jikook, who were just telling that story as it was, with JK seemingly pretty serious and invested in making sure Jimin got the details right.

So yeah, that is just how they come off, even to their own group that already have loose boundaries - and I just love that about Jikook. Love their weird drunken shenanigans and their dramatic as hell couple like rain fights, and how soft and silly they are in general.

Also shout-out to the retelling of the Rainy Day story where they both separately took the blame because they're mature, considerate and sweet towards each other like that. Also the fact that it was something JK felt sorry for years down the line, even though clearly there were no hard feelings about it. I feel like they probably didn’t fight that often if a fight in which they immediately made up was on his mind like that lol. Also the fact that what upset JK so deeply was Jimin’s threat of not caring about him anymore.

Anyways, I hope we get to see some drunken shenanigans in AYS. They did cut out whatever tussle occurred on that mosquito net during ITS though, so idk what they’ll actually show in the end, but I’m here for it.

[goldsbitch]

That one flight home

part 6 to That one Christmas flight

summary: Kiss me hard before you go.

warning: oral sex, cheesy af, swear words I guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

It's inevitably a strange experience to wake up next to someone you'd never slept next to before. Y/N kept waking up as her heart was testing the limits of the amount of heartbeats a human body can entail before it becomes a condition. She watched Lando, as he snored ever so quietly, saving every moment in her memory. Unlike her, Lando was used to sleepless nights. And unlike her, the strangest part of their first night together for him was the fact he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence. So simple, so easy. His mind and soul safe and sound. Perhaps he made the leap of the first night slumber on the first flight, when she rested her head on his shoulder for almost six hours.

When he woke up, she was standing by the window, watching whatever seemed to be happening on the street. He stayed silent, admiring the figure and the way light higlighted her curves. Only once she turned around, he spoke to her.

"Hey you...early morning person, I see," he grunted, wanting nothing more that to return to any of their previous activities, starting with cuddling.

"Yeah, sadly so. Would love to sleep til 12 sometimes," she said and glanced over to him morning boner. Lando noticed her look and shook his head.

"What can I say, impossible to control that."

"I like it, it's cute!"

"Did you just call my boner cute? Ouch," he pretended to get hurt.

She returned back to the bed. "It's cute that you have one."

"Hard to imagine not having one." They locked their lips having absolutely no care in the world for morning breath.

//

"Breakfast?" she asked, hungry as ever. It was a hard decision as she absolutely loved being locked in his embrace.

Lando had something different in mind, but god he was starving.

They got dressed and lazily strolled downstairs to a lovely breakfast patio. Y/N was over the moon internally about how touchy Lando became with her. His and on her lower back was something she could get used to very quickly. Y/N noticed few looks coming their way as they sat down and could not quite pin down why. First thing on her mind was that they looked a cute couple. She disregarded that as she remembered that she was sitting here with Lando Norris.

"Did you notice that people were looking at us?" she remarked over her morning coffee.

"Yeah...But like in a different way than they usually stare at me. Fuck it honestly, we have few hours before return to the madness so let's just chill," he smiled without a care in the world. Y/N relaxed again. They chatted away for few minutes before an older Italian lady, one of the fellow guests, approached them. Lando was almost ready for a photograph and a plea for confidentiality - that was until she opened her mouth and started screaming at them in Italian. He had no idea what any of those words meant, so he searched for a clue on Y/N's face. The poor girl sat there with a red face, making it really hard for Lando not to laugh at this situation, so he sipped his tea to hide his mouth. Once this lady left, silence fell over. Quite few people were giving them looks.

"Was she commenting on my hair?" asked Lando to ease the tension. "I am having an exceptionally good hair day."

Y/N took a deep breath. "From what I've gathered, we are both absolute filthy pigs, who have no manners and use this nice hotel as a brothel."

"Ah, nice. Cool!" Lando respectfully waved at the angry lady.

"Do you think we were like loud yesterday?" It was wrong how proud it had been making him.

"We're in Italy for god sake, isn't it all suppose to be little louder here?"

Y/N shot him a look. He sent her a wink.

Time was a cruel lady. The pair was starting to reach the final minutes of their encounter. The quickly wrapped up their breakfast, sharing amused looks in silence. Lando felt a strange discomfort when he saw her checking out the time.

//

They were back kissing in their hotel room in minutes. It was impossible to do anything else. They were making out on the bed when the housekeeper came in. Lando stopped them in the door: "Late check out, please! Late check out. Yeah, thanks." He then turned back to Y/N. "I'm not done with you, honey." With a cheeky look on his eyes, he began to remove Y/N's shorts and underwear.

"Pretty," he commented once she was naked. She rolled her eyes and bit her tongue. Lando went onto putting slow kisses from her feet all the way to her thighs, testing which spots worked the best. Once he was almost the top of her thighs, he looked up to her and gently bit. When he saw that she was ok with it, he used more force. Y/N let out a shy scream of pain, the kind of pain that is dancing on the edge of pleasure and aching.

She moaned his name softly, as his tongue continued where it had started and abruptly ended the night before. She touched his hair and held his head in the place. Lando enjoyed her being demanding. He varied his moves and meticulously burned her reactions into his memory as if he was suppose to be completing his exams on this. Once he fund the specific moves she responded to the most, he repeated those until she could not continue no more. He watched as she reached the high for two times. There were few things making him feel genuinely proud of himself like this has. This what people meant when they described mindblowing, Y/N realized. "Come here to me," she demanded once she was done. Lando went to cuddle with her, face to face, watching her breath slowing down again. The laid like this for few minutes, neither of them wanting to break the silence. Until one of them had to.

"We'll need to get going so you don't miss your flight," Lando whispered. Y/N wanted nothing else then to miss her flight and stay stuck in this room with him.

"Yeah, I know. Just one more minute."

//

The drive to the airport was unusually quiet. Lando had his flight later than Y/N did, but insisted on going with her earlier to accompany her. Airports were becoming her least favorite thing, as another goodbye was knocking on the door. They held hands casually all the way to the check in. Another last kiss. The kind to leave sting.

"Give me something of yours. So that I have something to remind me of you," he asked softly. Taken back a bit, Y/N took her necklace off and handed it to him and exchanged it for Lando's hoodie.

Y/N was the last passenger to board the plane taking her back home. Lando had the same coffee at the same place as he did yesteday, only this time it had a weirdly bitter aftertaste. He played with her necklace, she wore his hoodie trying to soak his perfume in while it was still fresh.

//

First hangover is always the worst. Pains in weird places one did not know existed, blood flowing in a strange pace. Everything slightly out of place and sun just a little too bright on the tired eyes. Y/N got drunk a little too quickly on her racer crush and the come down was more like a vertical crash down.

The evening she arrived back home was a joyous one. She got out the plane and almost danced all the way to the train heading to the centre. Met up with her friends and would just not shut up about her time with Lando. Unstoppable force that would talk the most skilled politician into listening her talk about the way his hair curled and his touch burned. Like every other drug addict, once the reality hit and the high lost its intense hue, she crashed.

What was supposed to happen now? Monday morning rolled in and new chapter began. The darkest thoughts she kept at bay for long enough got landed the main role. It was just a hook up to him. Nothing more. He was way beyond her league. She gave him what he wanted and he will not be able to give her what she wants. He is already is somebody else's arms by now. All the other guys will be just a different shade of gray compared to the bright orange that followed his charming aura.

"Y/N? Yes, she is a hard to get bitch, she will not fall easily for just about anyone. Not the relationship kind, that's for sure", is how she'd probably get described as by her friends. Her best kept secret was that she was an absolute hopeless romantic. Fell a little too hard for every crush she had and never found a way how to attract those she wished to spend her days and nights with. Her evening with Lando was the closest she got to her deepest dreams coming true. Every other situationship she has had in the past was so dull compared the how loudly this one screamed. So of course, when no messages came in from him, her natural instinct to draw herself back kicked in. A lovely coping mechanism that has destroyed lots of chances in the past. Even though she was well aware of that, it was the road she knew how to walk and somehow could not help herself to avoid it.

A lifeless copy of the bubbly girl from this weekend roamed the halls of Bologna university, digging her self into a deeper hole than needed. All those sad songs suddenly made sense.

//

Life came back screaming loudly at Lando. As soon as he landed back it was one thing after another to make up for the time. Races comes first, always. Even if it does not on that day naturally, there will always be several people to force it upon him. In those randomly scattered moment where his mind could run freely, he immediately went back to the salt cured late night air in Italy and the kisses with the one who'd been occupying his mind for longer than he'd be willing to admit. Life demanded a lot from him, so daydreaming had to be put on hold.

One thought haunted Lando no matter how much he tried to ignore it. Y/N was just so pure in his eyes. Unaffected by clouds of fame, free in whatever she wanted to do whenever she desired to. Not having to face constant criticism and prying looks. He still hadn't processed fully the effect this has had on his relationships in the past. How it gradually changed the tone of the romance, until it destroyed it completely. He fell for her hard. Fascinated by the lightness that surrounded her. She radiated, lifting him up to her heights when he was with her and that was something you just could not buy.

She was grounded. Belonged somewhere, was a local and a regular. Had a life centred in one place (mostly, excluded family), group of university friends and was figuring this life out on her own, without anyone inserting their own ambitions into her. There were no people relying on how she did and he almost envied the freedom this provided her. A feeling he was sure she could not properly understand, as he did not as well before responsibility had been thrusted on him.

He loved his formula 1 life. But a part of him felt strangely inadequate around those who have had these student life experiences. She could do anything.

He needed time to think about his next move, if there was any to ever happen. Gut feeling was to fly her out here to spend time with him, introduce her to everyone that walked by and make sure she falls for him at least half as strongly as he fell for her. On the other hand, he also felt like clumsy giant trying to pick up an origami dove - once he would, he would inevitably crush her and damage the wings, the kind of she did not know she had. The kind of wings one starts to see only once they are impaired. Maybe keeping their affair as it was now was the only way how to keep the light in this memory.

But at night, when the noises of his busy life went quiet and the the intrusive thought we like "yeah baby, let's go", he buried himself deep in his favorite sad songs and dreamed of touching her again, of seeing her smile and of her proudly introducing him to her friends. Sleep was something Lando struggled with even on a normal day, but on days like these it was like as if it was a secret language he was never taught to speak.

//

Jealous. That’s what Y/N was. In the ugliest sense of the sinful word. Gone was any internal morale compass guiding her to not go against other girls. Feminism said goodbye when she scrolled down endless adoring comments on his fan page.

She did not give two shits about his fame or god forbid money. When she met him, she had no idea what he meant to so many people. A cheeky well dressed funny boy with a dream, that’s what she saw. Seeing the pure adoration thousands of people had for him was overwhealming. So in the random moments between other people talking, she imagined meeting him in another life, one where he was just one of the other students and she finally got to relive the uni romance she had wished for - cute study dates, making out at parties and sitting at local balconies, over looking the historical town. It was becoming a little too consuming. Like a headache that won’t go away.

She wondered why - why was there a huge ever-present hole in her stomach making her nauseous.

part 7

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Tagged all those who like to suffer: @prudyhoo @anuksunamon @sagestack @esquerkaren @ushygushybaby @ilove-tswizzle @thehufflepuffavenger1  @superlegend216 @mehrmonga @lovely-blackinnon @mylifeihate1029 @lausdigitaldiary @tswizzleismother @goldenharrysworld @llando4norris @classiclitfreak @llando4norris @ophcelia 

[admirationandromantics]

Fast Paced Introduction

Here you go, another one!! Jesus Christ, the last two days in my inbox have been crazy, so please DON'T expect your stuff too soon, alright? Anyways, enjoy some more Chris, I think that's mainly what's in there, lol. Love him <3

Word count: 1,2k (Unedited)

im gonna be annoying af in ur inbox too since u wanna BLAST MINE HAHA Chris with a reader who's like insanely into him at first sight and is like almost Mike levels of flirting after talking for 5 mins i feel like his brain would fry so fast ( its me i have autism and tell people things within an hour of meeting and have no issue being flat with people HA ) -@nerd-space

“And this is Chris, who I’ve told you about” Emily introduces, and I look curiously up at the big blonde. His hair is messy, definitely not styled after he came out of the shower. A pretty smile spreads on his lips, as he lifts his arm, waiting for me to grab it. 

“Nice to meet you” he says, a little dimple on his right chin. Oh god, this man is gorgeous, and Emily didn’t lie about him being my type. His arms are big, probably really muscular under that sweater he’s wearing. I take his hand, making sure not to shake it too hard. His grip is firm, holding just a second too long for my conscience to pick up on it. His watch reflects a little light as he shifts, my eyes going straight to it. A decent one, silver. 

“Nice to meet you too, Emily didn’t mention you wore glasses” I say, immediately beating myself up. Glasses? What’s the point of that? 

“Oh, um, yeah I do” he gets kinda nervous, and I rush to save myself. 

“No, I mean, they look good, like really sexy and all of that. I mean to say that they look good on you, and she mentioned you, just not that and yeah” I babble, and Emily drags me away before I can continue. 

“Girl, I’ve never seen you like that” she smiles, an arm around my shoulders.  

“That’s because we party together, you only see the sexy and flirtatious me”

“Then get some alcohol into your blood, because if you talk like that again, I might have to leave you”

I gasp dramatically, hand going to my heart. 

“You wouldn’t” 

“Oh, but I would” 

The rest of the night goes better, Mike flirting with absolutely anyone, Matt and Ashley talking, and Sam hanging out with someone I’ve never seen before. My confidence is on top again, finally able to put that awkward episode behind me. It was just a small mistake, nothing wrong at all. Considering how hot he is, anyone could’ve made that mistake. It probably happens to him daily. 

He’s standing in a corner with Josh, who I’ve luckily met before, so starting a conversation wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. I walk over, keeping myself steady and lifting my boobs. Just a little. 

“Hey, Joshy!” I greet, and his arms immediately go around me. 

“Eyy, you came! Got a ride with Em, huh?” 

“That’s right” 

He turns to Chris, who has a small smile plastered on his lips. Oh, and he’s cute too. How many things were going to make me like him even more? Josh looks back and forth from us, and I turn my gaze to him. 

“Have you met?” 

“Yeah, Emily took the introduction” I explain, taking another sip of my drink. 

“She did pretty fine by herself as well” Chris laughs, meeting my eyes. Oh, and he is playful too? He’s got no idea what he’s gotten himself into. 

“Well, can’t help myself when he’s exactly my type” I comment, his cheeks reddening. Josh takes a small step back, looking over the blonde. 

“You know what, I hadn’t realised it before, but he is your type” 

“I know, right?” 

“So why aren’t you two in this corner alone, making something happen?” 

“Um, guys, I’m standing right here” Chris interrupts, hand behind his neck as he tries to form the words. 

“Oh, we’re aware” Josh laughs, nudging my arm and taking a few steps away. 

“Can I get you two anything to drink? A glass for the lady, a beer for my bro?” 

“Yes, please!” 

“I’ll be back in a bit!” 

I turn to Chris again, seeing that he’s put down the previous beer. It’s probably empty. I can’t help my stare, eyes going over his arms and fingers. 

“So” I begin, ripping myself from my trance. “How’s the night going?” 

“Well, pretty good so far, it’s a bit hot here though” he says, finger going to the hem of the neck, letting some air in. 

“You know, you could just take it off” I propose, making sure to add a slight suggestive tone. 

“Oh, I wish, but I don’t have anything underneath” 

“Even better” 

His eyes widen, and I realise the gravity of my words again. Wow, how this man makes me fail, I’m usually quite good with words. I give him my glass, which he holds, and start working on his arms. I drag his sweater up, noticing the muscles and veins popping as I do. He’s right, he’s very warm. His skin is burning up, making me want to take off my clothes and snuggle up to him. I do the same with his other arm, all whilst he holds my drink. 

“There you go, a bit better?” 

“Very much, yeah” he smiles, cheeks still bright pink. I think about the way I’ve been behaving, getting to touch and talk to him the way I have. I need to ask the essential question. 

“So, I should probably ask, do you have a girlfriend?” 

“I would have to say no” 

My eyes widen. He doesn’t? How hasn't this gorgeous man been caught yet? 

“What, how come?” 

“I guess it’s just not in the cards” 

“You’ve got to be kidding, right? You’re a hot piece of meat, I’m struggling keeping my clothes on where I stand right now” 

He laughs a little, hand coming up to cover his flushed face. I reach up, taking it away. 

“No, stop, don’t cover yourself. I love you looking like this” 

He stops laughing, our faces closing in as his eyes flutter. Oh gosh, he actually is the cutest man I’ve ever seen in my life. His mouth slightly opens as he’s closing in. 

“In the middle of all of this, I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are” he whispers, thumb caressing my cheek as we draw nearer. 

“Well, judging by how I see you, it bodies me well that you find me attractive” 

He takes hold of my waist, quickly turning us around and making my back slam into the wall. Before I can catch my breath, his lips are on mine, roughly caressing and eating. He knows how to kiss too? This man is a fidget of my imagination, I just know it. 

His hands wander to my waist, resting on my upper hips. I take hold of the back of his neck, nails carefully scratching, making him moan into the kiss. My other hand goes to his sweater, pulling him closer into me. 

“If you’re gonna go for it, get a room, don’t make everyone watch” Josh suddenly says. And we both turn our attention to him. He’s standing there like a lost dog, a couple of drinks in each hand. I take a breath, fixing my hair quickly and reaching over to grab mine. 

“Don’t worry Joshua, and thank you for the drink” 

“Um, yeah, we were just trying something” 

Josh smirks, eyebrows lowered in a sly manner as he leans back. 

“Yeah man, that’s why her lipstick is smeared across your lips and neck” Oh shit, I went for his neck and I didn’t even notice? Maybe I’ve had a couple too many of these. I look down on the red drink, some different liquids mixed. Oh, fuck it. I drink the whole thing in one go, before grabbing Chris’s hand and walking further down the hallway. He turns a little to give Josh a wave. 

“As I said, just trying something!”

[agustdiv1ne]

in no particular order, here are my favorite fics that i've read this year!! please show a lot of love to all of these wonderful authors <3 (also please heed their rules, esp for nsfw fics!!)

part of my 2023 wrap up!

@koqabear

um like. quite literally everything sol has posted this year. i am being so serious. check out their masterlist right NEOWWWW and read EVERYTHING

@blackhairedjjun

flowers of every color — i could rave about this series for like 10 hours straight, i'm not even kidding. it's sweet with the perfect amount of angst to really draw you in, i fell in love with every character more and more with each chapter <3 now where is my prince!jjunie :(

@tyunkus

amazon wishlist (m) — me when me when me when roommate!tyun offers to fuck me...god, i need this so bad

@jishyucks

gloves & dittany — OHHHHH how i love this fic...one of the best harry potter aus i have ever read, and with yeonjun?? slytherin!yeonjun!!!! ooooo you really got me good, op <3

bittersweet — *cowboy cat meme* DRUNK SOOOOOOOOOB i think this wins the award for being the cutest fic i read in the year of 2023

@beom-pyu

i can't swim, idiot! (m) — i will never not shut up about this fic...just faking married? with beomgyu?? with feelings involved??? yeah. Yeah <3

like the moon — merman!kai you will always be famous to me, one of my all-time favorites by far!!!!!

@toruro

answers (m) — this academic rival!taehyun fic had me screaming crying gnawing on my leg like wtf mika. how could you do this to me. i am dead now.

@hyukalyptus

something nice (m) — i went SOOOO insane over this fic like the dynamics were just. scrumptious. i love yeonkai i love this fic i love hp for writing this yes yes yes

like, never ever? (m) — ohhhh my god. this one really got me good,, dom best friend!beomgyu giving mc her first orgasm?? sign me tf up !!!!!!

@qqtxt

sway with me — i sent this in for their 1k event i just :')))) i love this so so so much!!!! dancing with yeonjun is my dream, so thank you for taking my request op!! <3

@hueareloved / @huenation

my love mine all mine (m) — the most tender and soft and SWEET nsfw fic i have ever read, so in love with this and sleepy lovesick jjunie AGHH brb rereading this

ditto — ohhhh how i love angst. amor's writing style is beautiful and it made this beomgyu fic that much more heart-wrenching <3

@huckleberrykai

laundry basket (m) — no bc this went CRAZYYY with the perv!mc thing, savored every single word of this kai fic tbh

comfy cozy (m) — CUTE AF. i am the biggest proponent of soft smut and berry writes it so well <3 i loveee soft yeonjun more than life itself

@aduh0308 / @banggyu0308

yeehaw (m) — OKAYYY cowboys!taejun fucking destroyed me like. i don't think i ever recovered from this

berry sorbet (m) — i need kai to be my soulmate rn wtf. cute n sweet and i loved it

@boba-beom

airport crush pt.2 (m) — the minute smiles told me she was working on airport crush pt.2 i passed away. nothing could have prepared me for this fic, it destroyed me in the best way...god, i need yeonjun so bad

trapped in your game (m) — i salivated. i quaked. i (s)creamed. best friend!yeonjun, please hmu </3

@napofamoon / @mazeinthemoon

you're the one love (m) — moonie ATE with this fallen angel!yeonjun fic!! i love sacrilege n this was just sooo hot

@tubatwo

workaholic — this made me giggle and kick my feet so hard...i love you cafe boss taehyun, pls marry me

@hyuk4ngel

honeymoon avenue — i. love. angst. and fay is exceptionally talented at writing it!! taehyun better watch out tho >:(

@mapofthemazeinthemirror / @afterbluehours

untitled (m) — this yeonbin x reader fic is SOOOO hot like. i screamed. i cried. i rolled around in a fetal position because it just made me so insane

@nightlyawnzz

duality (m) — OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDD i think this is one of the hottest kai fics i have ever read in my entire life. i don't often see kai as a hard dom in fics so this opened my eyes (can't wait for the final part!!)

@scintillasofbeomgyu

you are in love — one of my jjunie comfort fics!!! sweet n soft and everything to me :')

@petrichor-han

twenty-three suns (m) — rain's writing style hits me straight in the gut, especially with this summer fling au with taehyun :') lovely yet heart-wrenching and AGHH i love this

@ncteez

untitled (m) — UMMM this camboy!yeonjun fic altered the trajectory of my entire life. i fucking die every time i read this, like it has to be laced with crack or something

menace (m) — this was batshit INSANE LIKEEEE gangster!yoongi fucked me up so bad (in the best way)

@yeonboy

never meet your heroes — ONE OF MY FAVS EVER. LIKE. COLLEGE AU WITH SOOBIN???? I AM SO OBSESSED YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND

@ijhyo

how to get the girl — i ate this up SO hard. i just adore both the mc and beomgyu's characters in this, definitely another all-time favorite of mine

@cheolhub

head (m) — SAR YOU WERE INSANE FOR THIS. sub!soobin makes me so feral and this made my brainrot even worse UGHHH

@starbandit

backseat (m) — oh. oh yeah. now this is everything to me, best friend!yeonjun + car sex = a very very happy me

@tonicandjins

learning languages (m) — i don't often read donghyuck fics (or nct fics in general), but this one. oh, this one is beautiful. it made me cry, it made go through so many emotions i just. read this right now, you won't regret it

@heart2beom

cliche — i still vividly remember this first time that i read this, the dialogue is hilarious and it is just sweet n fluffy n AGHH i will forever adore this fic <3

and some more accounts with amazing fics!!!: @majestyjun @hyewka @taegimood @naomiarai @hyuk4sbf @fairyofshampgyu @enha-cafe @moonhoures @wolfytae-exe @dearlyjun @heartchoi @sook9i @tinietaehyun @minastras

a big thank you to all of these writers for sharing your works!! <3

[lysatoru]

when you come home tired

established relationship, afab/reader, pet names, fluff!

satoru, suguru, yuji, megumi (pt1?)

Satoru

You came home after a long day at the university. You studied at the library because you have an exam upcoming.

it’s now around 7pm, you enter you appartment and sigh really loudly to show how tired you are at the moment.

Satoru frowns when he hears you sigh. He stands up from the couch and comes closer to you. He sees right away that you’re pretty tired and that you need rest asap. He takes off your jacket for you and kisses you on your head gently. He finally moves behind you, grabs your shoulder and moves you on the couch.

"uni was hard today huh?" he chuckles and kisses your forehead.

"pretty hard yeah" you sigh once again and close your eyes on the couch, exhausted from your day.

"do my pretty girl need something?" you laugh at his words, of course he’s flirting with you even though you’re tired af.

"need cuddles" you respond taking the plaid near you to put it on you.

he giggles at your action and comes on the couch with you. He puts you between his legs, your back on his chest. He caresses your hair and kisses your head. He puts his arms around you and plays with your hands. He tucks you in the plaid and chuckles.

"you look so damn cute right now you know that? just take some rest on me babe, i like that."

Suguru

You came home tired and frustrated because you had a fight with one of your male friend today.

Suguru is making dinner when he hears you, he already knows when you slammed the door that you were pretty tired and.. irritated. He chuckles a bit "damn this girl is crazy" he thinks.

"aww my baby looks like she had a fight with someone today" he says and kisses your forehead, he puts some of your hair behind your ear and looks at you with a smirk on his face.

"I didn’t!" you yells a bit, still frustrated from the day. You sighs and massages your temples because of your tiredness. "…ok maybe you’re right".

he laughs and asks you with who you had a fight.

you starts explaining your fight, sitting on the couch, his hand on your thigh and the other caressing your hair. He laughs softly everytime he hears you because it looks like you’re still debating with your friend tho.

"… he told me the famous "not all men" sentence! of course i had to debate!" you tells Suguru, still angry from earlier.

"that’s my girl! he’s a bastard anyway i don’t like him" he kisses your hand and keeps looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.

Suguru is in fact really interested when you come home with drama to explain, he likes that a lot. they’re not usually big dramas so he finds them quite funny. It lightens up his day, he doesn’t feel like a sorcerer with you but he feels like a human being.

"anyway, thank you for listening to me" you says, pouting a bit, you crosses your arms and sighs once again. Tiredness starts to catch up with you.

"you’re tired sweetheart?" he chuckles and puts his arms around you. "i cooked your favorite meal, eat it and go to sleep, m’okay?"

Yuji

"Y/N!! i missed you!" he hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek but he’s too loud for you.

you frowns and whines a bit "huh Yuji, please keep it down". Your day was really loud today, you were tired af and you just need to rest, in the peace and quiet.

"oh?" he pouts a tiny bit and steps back "i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-" you interrupt him "nah it’s okay yuji, just need some rest". He tilts his head and thinks about what he can do for you right now.

"ok then, what about i put your favorite show on tv and we cuddle until we both feel hungry?" he puts his hands on his hips, waiting for your answer.

"haa, i’d love that" he giggles and runs to the tv and puts your favorite show on it. You sits on the couch and Yuji joins you. He pecks you everywhere on the face, you laughs and damn you look so pretty when you laugh. He smiles and looks at you the entire time, the shows doesn’t interest him anyway.

"I love you Y/N"

Megumi

Megumi being the analytical type, knew you’d come home tired. He saw it because of the way you texted him today.

You enters your house, go straight into Megumi’s arms. You inhale the fragrance you love so much.

"someone is in a clingy mood tonight" he chuckles and rubs your back with his free hand, the other holding his phone.

"can we take a nap?" megumi sighs and looks at you "sweetie, it’s almost 6pm we can’t take a nap now"

"tsk, you’re a meanie" you push him away, hit his shoulder and go away.

"okay okay okay, we’ll take a nap" he chuckles at your reaction, grabs your head and puts it on his chest. He kisses your forehead, "nap in the couch or bed?" he asks you, still caressing your hair

"bed"

"m’okay, like that"

aah! first try on something like this, idk if it’s called scenarios or headcanons but i like that, a lot! i think i’ll do more of it tho

english isn’t my native language, i’m trying my best ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭

[bl-inded]

Okay! I went through two hell weeks of submission but I'm finally done with it! ONTO THE SEASON FINALE OF PEACEFUL PROPERTY!!

Now that I've watched it, I'm convinced Peach is in love with Home and he either thinks the feelings aren't reciprocated or that Home is an oblivious idiot. And I brought receipts! (I brought sooo many receipts, sorry)

Episode 3

This man heard the implication of loneliness from Home and decides if people is what he needs, he will be people.

And while Home is all "ew wtf" about Pangpang calling them 'family' Peach can't even meet his sister's eyes coz he's scared she'll know something and diverts the topic immediately.

Episode 4

He laughs at his stupid joke! Now, as someone who exclusively makes really bad jokes, its such an easy way to my heart when someone smiles at it. He finds Home's whole thing endearing af!

And they immediately follow this with a cute ass blanket fight!

Episode 5

When Peach gets hurt, Home pulls him in, but it's how voluntarily he goes to lean on him that gets to me! He is not an open person, and he is hurt by everything Home had done to get him there and face his fears, but now he knew why he's done it, and Peach gets it but is overwhelmed.

And then Home goes and does this. He wants to do what someone Peach loved wanted to do with the space even if it means no profit! What is Peach supposed to do? Not fall in love?

So yeah Home! You hit the nail on the head there buddy. Because guess what? Peach doesn't deny the allegations- he says "When did Kan even fall for you. You're delusional." Deflection is your bestie and I respect that, Peach, I do!

Episode 6

"what's your dream?"

He really said I'll make your dream come true in whatever little way I can :'). Peach chose Home in this moment and allowed them in his little safe haven, but he is letting Home define what family is.

Episode 7

I have nothing to add to this! Just. THIS. And this was while they were having their biggest fight. And Peach looks at Home like that?!

I know, Peach! I knowww!! I totally knowwww. He just wants attention, and ykw buddy, you deserve it! Be bratty about it, crushes are hard. Everything about this line reads "I like him, and he did something stupid. Don't I deserve a lil princess treatment??"

Episode 8

And he forgives him in a heartbeat. Look at him! LOOK AT HIMMMMM!

Episode 10

He's just so fond of Home.

Episode 12

Likee soooo fond!

You're telling me this doesn't look like a completely smitten guy who just got some hope?

(He said AGAIN! like Home's messed with him about this before!)

And recognizes itt.

In conclusion, Home might call them "best friends" i think he's just blind and oblivious! Peach is in love and struggling, but he is just happy to be in each other's life. HE IS IN LOVE FIGHT ME!!

[the-himawari]

A3! Miyoshi Kazunari - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Treasure (2/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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*flashback starts*  

Kazunari: Phew… Lovelin and the others at the Dog Circus sure were adorable~. Everyone was just too cute, I keep looking at the pics I took of them on my phone over and over again.

*door opens*

Kazunari: Ah, welcome back, Tax! Are you back from a run?  

Tasuku: Yeah. I was running along the riverbank.  

Kazunari: You go on both a morning run and an evening run… your self-discipline is no joke~.  

Tasuku: Well, I enjoy running after all. …  

Kazunari: Hm? What’s up?  

Tasuku: …Are those pictures from the circus? That reminds me that I actually watched the dog circus the other day.  

Kazunari: Huh? Hold on, are you talking about the same dog circus I appeared in?  

Tasuku: Are there any others?  

Kazunari: HUHH!? You came to watch! You should’ve shot me a line if that’s the case~!  

Tasuku: Sorry about that. I was going to tell you but missed the chance to.  

Kazunari: Sooo, how was it?  

Tasuku: Well… it was fun, plain and simple.  

Kazunari: I know, right~! It totes raises your sprits right up! Ah, and me? How ‘bout me?  

Tasuku: You worked hard, didn’t you? The crowd was riled up when you guys appeared too.  

Kazunari: Woohoo! Tax complimented me ♪  

Tasuku: Also… the dogs were a sight to see. Their skills were impressive with the way they carried the balls so well and jumped so dynamically.  

Kazunari: Ah, right! You’re a dog lover, aren’tcha! Is that why you came~?  

Tasuku: …That’s not the only reason, okay?  

Kazunari: I’ll just leave it at that~. …Ah, that’s right! That reminds me, there’s a spot I wanna go with you, Tax. If you’re down, then let’s go together!  

Tasuku: Huh? A spot you want to visit?  

-pause-  

Dog A: Woof, woof!  

Kazunari: They’re so cute I’m gonna die~! Shiba inu cafes are a fluff-filled heaven! Here, here. Head pats for you~.  

Dog A: Woof!  

Tasuku: They’re brimming with energy…  

Dog B: Arf, arf.  

Dog C: Bark!  

Kazunari: I wanted to try coming here with you since you love dogs~… err, woah! The puppies are all over you, Tax. They’re all gathering at your feet! Give them some pats~!  

Tasuku: Sure thing. …Here, here.  

Dog B: Arf ♪  

Dog C: Woof~.  

Kazunari: The interaction between a big, rugged man and an adorable little doggo totally hits~. Let me snap a pic later!  

Tasuku: No.  

Kazunari: Aww! Buzzkill!  

Dog D: Arf, arf, arf!  

Tasuku: Would you like me to throw this ball? Here goes—.  

Dog D: ARF, ARF!  

Dog B: Woof, woof…!  

Tasuku: Hey, that tickles. Haha. Here. Good boy.  

Kazunari: (Tax is smiling from ear to ear~. What a rare expression we don’t usually get to see!)  

-pause-  

Kazunari: Ha, they were all so cute~. Tax with the dogs was super cute too. It was relaxing and I got to see something great!  

Tasuku: …I’m not a spectacle.  

Kazunari: But you know what they say! Good people are liked by animals! The doggies could totally tell, wouldn’t you say~?  

Tasuku: …I don’t know about that.  

Kazunari: Ahaha. Just take the compliment, will ya~! Ah, look. There’s a merch corner! There’s plushies and mug cups… All of them look cute~!  

Tasuku: I see… they have stationary too?  

Kazunari: —! Hey, lookie here, Tax! Isn’t this t-shirt cute af!?  

Tasuku: …Uh. The dog is cute, but is the shirt cute…?  

Kazunari: It totally is! But it might look pretty funny if you wore this, huh? Why don’t you wear it as your rehearsal shirt?  

Tasuku: No thanks.  

Kazunari: As expected~. Btw, do you still have some time after this, Tax? I won’t take no for an answer!  

Tasuku: What is happening? …Well, I don’t have any particular plans.  

Kazunari: I’ll treat you to a meal as thanks for coming along with me! I found a restaurant that has some tasty-looking chilled ramen~. You like chilled ramen, right?  

Tasuku: I mean, yeah… I’m surprised you remember.  

Kazunaru: That’s because I thought it was cute that you like chilled ramen! I’ll guide, so you drive! Let’s go!  

Tasuku: Good grief...

*flashback ends*  

Kazunari: After that place started serving chilled ramen, we started going there together every now and then~.  

Tasuku: …Right. I guess that was the trigger. On that note, here’s your present.  

Kazunari: Thanks! “On that note” was a weird segway, but okay! Can I open it?  

Tasuku: Yeah.  

Kazunari: I wonder what could be inside~ ♪

*opens*

Kazunari: —EH!? Isn’t this the t-shirt they were selling at the shiba inu café!  

Tasuku: I remembered you liked it. I passed in front of the shiba inu café and they weren’t selling the exact same design… but I found and bought something similar. Like you said back then, you can wear this t-shirt during rehearsals.  

Kazunari: I’m so happy~! Thanksies! I’ll wear it ‘til it gets all worn out!  

Tasuku: Great. I’m glad if you like it. Since we’ve come all the way here, we might as well have some chilled ramen, right?  

Kazunari: Of course!  

Tasuku: It’s your birthday, so I’ll treat you this time.  

Kazunari: Tax is so generous! Yippee!  

Tasuku: Alright, let’s go in.  

Kazunari: Ah! Hold up. You haven’t said happy birthday to me yet, have you!?  

Tasuku: Ah… …Happy birthday, Miyoshi.  

Kazunari: Thanks, Tax~!

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[whitepawn]

Here’s some lazy info cards about characters in my superhero!au

Shen Yuan

Professor in Cang Qiong University (sinse they only know about his clairvoyance he teaches young adults (no child will be put in danger here) how to actually use their dusty brain cells in a fight instead of punchin real hard)

Abilities: clairvoyance + appearance changing (this one is secret) + making any tissue-like object sharp (this one's secret too)

Yes, Luo Binghe was his student until he quit to become the sexy bad boy he’s trying to appear as (he’d convinsed almost everyone but his Shizun and us ofc as he knows that Binghe is nothing but a very good boy (with a bit of sass ngl)

All of Cang Qiong cool squad™ rely oh him very much as well as cares about him being very tiny sleepy smartpants who needs to be constantly checked on (they refuse to admit he really doesn’t)

Shang Qinghua is his not-having-flashy-ability-to-show-off best buddy (nerd squad)

Shen Yuan wants to believe that he’s like Bruce Wayne with his cool alter ego, but even he understands that he’s more of a brokeass Peter Parker.

Despite his clairvoyance, high intelligence and sharp mind he’s so oblivious like guys

Everyone thinks he’s cute when in reality he’s “Accccctually🤓”

Liu Qingge

№1 Strongest superhero by user2305980714 and about 70% of internet (popular boi)

Abilities: super strength + martial arts

Not a people person so his stans like him only for his looks (pretty boi)

Can actually be really dramatic 

Good at punchin real hard

Juicy (yeah that’s all)

Sigma with the boys, shy with crush 

Has a little like we would belive this bullshit crush on Shen Yuan

Luo Binghe is his rival till death

I would kiss him in the cheek (respectfully)

Luo Binghe

Beefy fluffy buffy curly curvy boy

Abilities: dreams controlling + demon aura

Those big doe eyes (for his Shizun only)

Not only his eyes are big 😏😳 

Squishy muscles juicy ass

Then first got into the Cang Qiong University Luo Binghe thought his only ability is lame dream controlling, then found out he’s actually pretty badass he dropped out of university to master his povers among the bad dudes™

Has huge crush on Shen Yuan 

After quitting university and becoming ✨evil✨ he’s still visiting his Shizun very fucking often as he’s worrying something might happen to him 

Feels a great lot of jealousy towards all Cang Qiong head members (first place to Liu Qingge)

Pls god I want to have him as a bodypillow am I asking for too much???

Mobei-jun

Is in the bad dudes™ 

You want him to crush you and DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME i know what you are

Strong 

Giant thigs 

Then frowning add 10 to attractiveness (99% of the time)

Is an “ally” with Shang Qinghua  

Said Shang Qinghua is so much his type

Is into sloppy nerds 

Figths with bare hands (+ ice powers) wich is hot (haha hot)

Abilities: ice powers + portal opening

Grumpy and growly

Nobody has ever seen him smiling, he’s capable of it though... I think

Shang Qinghua

Imagine a really smart raccoon, that’s basically him

Ability: reality changing (sounds cool? well it’s not)

His ability is limited af (that’s why he uses his brain so much)

Sexy brain, okay everything else

Is short and chubby (coz he’s a raccoon)

Had been simping over Mobei from the beginning of times

Then he sees Mobei fighting, Shang Qinghua uses his ability to rip Mobeis clothes here and there a bit more, make his hair lay even sexier and soooo on

“Boobs are so fine- wait you were talking about girls?”

Mobei-jun is the man of his dream

He and Shen Yuan are playing mind games all the tim, trying to outsmart eachover

I would provide him with snacks and listen to him talking for hours (as well as Mobei would)

[sharkietheshork]

YOOOOOOO Here's one of my MHA ocs, Yatsuhashi Shigaraki, In the full! Note, this was like the first characterization of Yatsuhashi so some details hav changed overtime, like his hair and stuff.

here's the full page, there was only like.. 5/6 images in total, I didn't do much for him lol

Look at that awrd winning smile :))

Fun fact, I'm pretty sure I 'based' his hair off of Izuku's original design, I can't remember.. I know OG Izuku has like black hair and Yatsu's is like- Bright ass orange, I'm pretty sure I took some elements off of him

He's also skinny af so he likes wearing thick layers:>

He spends all day typing on a alptop so he wears gloves so he doesn't explode his damn laptop, He also doesn't go on missions since he's usually the one who PLANS them out, not actually doing em. I think I called him the 'Planmaster' because- I actually have no ide what it's called.

Fun fact, when this guy was 14 he was able to shortcurcuit like half of the Powergrid in Yokohama just using his Laptop (bare with me with inaccurates, i am NOT smart.)

honestly, Yatsuhashi is like- A mini genius. in a AU (the AU where AFO doesn't find/Illegally adopts him) he's like 15 and can hack into the Hero Public Saftey Commission's building while on like 2 cans on monster.

oh yeah- He drinks like 3 cans of monster a day. he's clinically addicted.

His Quirk Is called rupture, Honestly it's pretty self explanitory- He can explode anything with a 5-fingered touch just like Shigaraki, the only difference between the two is that Yatsu wears gloves (because of his hackin). for fun, he likes to Rupture Shigaraki's gaming mouses.

Shigaraki has never forgotten it.

They've got a cool Brother bond going on, especially when they were kids. it's kind of cute ngl, even if Shigaraki calls Yatsuhashi a Rat Bastard (canonical Nickname) every 20 minutes.

Even Dabi's in on it lmaaao

god- Dabi's scrs look so weird in this image, I tried doing something with the metallic gel pen and just- no. no.

RIP TOMURA'S GAMING MOUSE.

AAA here's a picture of when they were younger! They met when Yatsuhashi was 5, and Tomura was 6, 3 months after taking Yatsu in, AFO gave him a pair of gloves since the boy was so traumatized of blowig stuff up, he wouldn't touch anything.

the two were so excited, Yatsuhashi was so happy to touch everything and to hug Tomura, and Tomura was just like "YOU WANNA PLAY ON MY DS???" and Yatsuhashi was like "YES."

Yatsuhashi then proceeded to suck as playing Mario Kart for like 2 hours because he didn't know how hard you had to hit the buttons.

it's fine,

they were still happy:>>>

AAAAANYwho I hope ya'll enjoy, I know this doesn't account for the ammount of Lore this kid has- but I mean, Who knows, I might make another post with this guy explaining him and y'know, everything??

honestly, Yatsuhashi's deisgn and personality has changed through the months, and he's a little different, as you can see from my last post with him-

BUT. he's still my Lil Rat Bastard child who loves hacking the government and chugging Monsters until 3am :>>

rip this guy's sleep schedule- like he stays up for a week, then passes out for 3 days, then goes right back to work. he's a clincal insomniac.

anyways, hope yah enjoyed!

[the-fiction-witch]

I'm Employed

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Concept Assistant

I sat working away on this damn report on my third cup of coffee since getting home when the apartment door opened to a very happy Thomas.

"How'd it go?" I asked as he dumped his stuff and went for a beer from the fridge 

"First place was a bust he wanted five years customer service experience, second was a flop I needed first aid training"

"That's not hard to do Thomas"

"Next two where big no's apparently I didn't have qualifications" 

"So you wasted your whole day at hat bus fair I lent you" I sighed 

"AHH ah ah. Don't be so negative."

"Kinda hard when your four months behind in rent, don't have any prospects and just fucked four job interviews"

"I had five today" he says sitting at the table with me smiling widely

"And How'd the fifth go?"

"I'm employed. I start tomorrow"

"..... What the hell did you do beg?"

"No, I was just what she was looking for"

"She?"

"Y/n y/l/n, she wanted an assistant"

"An assistant? Even though you have no business training. No secretary experience. No reception experience. No admin or administration work ever in your life. The computer knowledge of a young bommer and the inability to remember papersizes?'

"Yes."

"And you were hired?"

"Yes"

"...are you sure because you're not great and picking up sarcasm Thomas?"  

He grabbed a folded bit of paper from his pocket and it was true he had a job "... I'm so confused how the hell you did this"

"I'll be honest I'm not sure how I did either but I'm not questioning it"

"Company's to big to be a scam. And doing too well to be trying to pin shit on you. It might be a cult?'

"No I'm good at picking up cult vibes"

".... You almost joined a cult last year"

"Yeah and now I know the signs" he says "I think she might have hired me because I'm cute?"

"Really?"

"She did ask me to pick up pencils alot. And turned the heat way up so I'd take my jacket off. And now im thinking about it I'm not confident that was a spider on my thigh?'

"...and that's sexual harassment" 

"Not if I'm into it"

"Are you into it?"

"She was wearing pencil skirt."

"Thomas. You need a job. For just ten whole minutes could you not think with your dick,"

"I have a job. I get paid on Friday and my dick is very happy"

"I can't believe I have to tell you this but don't fuck your boss"

I only got more and more worried about Thomas, he's my best mate but… he's not the brightest. And not the best and picking up social cues. Especially romantic ones, I can't even count the amount of times people have very obviously hit on him and it goes over his dumb blonde head like a rabbit on a pair of skiis, he comes home and explains his day and I honestly have to sit there and question how he isn't picking up that this boss of his is clearly into him, clearly hitting in him, and honestly sexualy harrasing and even exploting him a little and still he hadn't even picked up on it. So on my lunch break I decided to get him some lunch and pay his office a visit, I got our stuff and headed up having a little bit of a time to find the office but I found the small room eventually with a door to another office beside it 

"Hi jack" he smiled

"Hi… what uhh what is happening here?" I asked looking at the general state of his office

"Ohh y/n said she didn't want to bother the maintenance guys with her broken spare chair, so I said I'd fix it for her" he explained working on fixing the small office chair meaning of course he had to roll his sleeves up and often be bent over or in strange positions as he worked and it was then I noticed the glass wall between the door and the other office the blind quickly closing as I looked at it 

"That her office?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay" I sighed honestly kinda surprised he hadn't picked up that she clearly made him to this so she could watch him out her window 

"How much work have you actually done today?" 

"Uhhhhh… I forwarded an email this morning"

"How's it going?" A voice spoke up I looked and saw the door open and immediately I understood

"Almost done y/n" he smiled 

"Hummm my handy boy" she Cooes stroking acrobat his shoulders as she checked his work "meeting in ten, bring the coffee cutie" she smiled before quite obviously slapping his butt and heading back into her office I glanced at her as she walked away and noticed him looking too before the door shut 

"Did she actually just call you cutie?"

"It's a joke, she always says that when she asks for coffee"

"She slapped your ass"

"Yeah, that's how she tells me I'm doing a good job" he says 

"Why are you okay with this? You know this is weird right?"

"I'm not an idiot jack I know this isn't how a typical office works. But… I'm fine with it"

"Why?"

"I'm getting paid to wear tight suit pants and get constantly complimented."

"You have a point"

"Plus… pencil skirts and stockings."

"What is your weird obsession with good legs?"

"You have your kinks I have mine, I like an authoritative woman with good legs sue me. And currently I am getting paid to do literally nothing for an authoritative woman with good legs all I have to do is look cute and bring her coffee"

"Yeah but this is a job a real job not some werid porno or fanfic, how are you ever going to explain to anyone job that you basically worked as a soft core pet boy for some business woman"

"Cutie coffee!" She called from her office 

"Jack just stay out of my business" 

[newtabfics]

The Wrong Kind Of Love. Childe x Fem!Reader

Summary: After learning Childe's real name when helping Aether with Teucer, Y/N teases the harbinger any chance she can, absolutely using the fact that Teucer likes her to her advantage immunity-wise. She jokes and says she wants a night she'd never forget.

Triggers: Both of them are toxic af. No one but Paimon and Teucer is pure in this one. But also spicy content which is a lot of rough play and taunting.

Teucer’s arms snapped around Y/N’s waist, startling Childe from his hiding spot. He watched her stumble before smiling and hugging him back. He then caught the mischievous grin on her face before she squeezed him hard and lifted him, twirling as the boy squealed with joy in her arms.

“Quit!” Teucer laughed.

Aether chuckled as Paimon beamed. Y/N set him down and ruffled his hair. “Be careful on your way back. Make sure to have awesome stories for when we visit.”

“You better have stories too, Y/N! I wanna hear about all your adventures. Be careful on the way to Inazuma. Bye-bye!” With that, the boy ran out.

“Aw. Someone’s maternal instinct is kicking in,” A voice taunted as he came from behind them.

Y/N glanced over at him with a smile. “Well, that depends, gonna fulfill that instinct with me?”

Aether choked and punched her shoulder. “Not in front of Paimon.”

“Aether, I know where babies come from. I am a travel expert,” She pointed out.

Childe smirked as he tilted his head. “What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing. Just good fun…Ajax,” She cooed, making him glare. “Nope. You totally saw how much your little brother adores me. Sooo…you can’t kill me! You can’t kill me!” She chanted childishly, making Aether shake his head in shame.

Childe pursed his lips, nose crinkling in disgust. Pest, he could only think as he smirked. “Well, I can’t help but wonder. This wild cat is quite cute when she’s all maternal.”

“Maybe you should help with that then,” She repeated, making his body tense. He could only imagine the face she’d make under him which caused him to look away. This earned him a snicker from her as she approached. He had to hold his breath, resisting taking in her sweet scent as she whispered, “Don’t be too childish, Ajax.”

He glared at her, ignoring Paimon’s squealing laugh. “His ugly face is kinda funny. You really don’t like her, do you, Ajax?”

Childe simply stared at her as Aether sighed. “Quit. That’s between those two. Only Y/N gets to call him that and live.”

Paimon squeaked and hid behind Aether before gasping and shaking him. “Like how a husband can call his wife darling!?”

The next day couldn’t have come sooner. Childe found himself in the market, looking at items he needed to buy to send home to his brother. When the singsong, “Hello, Ajax,” rumbled into his ear, he sighed and glared at her.

“Aw, not even a little spooked?” Y/N huffed, pouting up at him.

He smirked. “You’re a lot less sneaky than you think. I saw you see the Traveler and Paimon off to come to me,” He chuckled, nodding in the direction of the disappearing Traveler.

“Fair. Shopping for Teucer?”

“I am.”

“Mind if I join? I’d like to send something to him too and well…you know his address.”

Childe blinked and nodded. “Alright then. Is there anything particular?”

“I’ve already got it picked out actually,” She chuckled. “I ended up showing him how to do some origami folding and he really got into it. If there’s a kit I can buy him so he can practice, I’d like to send it to him.”

“You…taught him origami?’ he asked curiously.

“Yeah. It was while you and Aether were talking about some stuff and asked us to stay behind at the campsite. Had to keep him entertained. Besides, it was fun! I used to do it to keep my hands fiddling as a kid. Thought he’d enjoy it. Turns out he did. You’ll love this,” She chuckled as she dug into her bag.

He watched her pull out a familiar journal she used for documenting her travels throughout Teyvat. From it, she pulled a small folded frog. He blinked at it. She smiled and set it on the nearby table, using her finger to make it hop once.

“Well, I’ll say, the wildcat has some dexterity.”

“Teucer has one with him too. This is the one he made for me after he practiced a ton.” she put it back in her journal, looking at it fondly before closing it. “He seemed really into it so maybe he’d enjoy it back home.”

Childe hummed and nodded. “Fine then. Let’s search for your gift.”

“Oh, Ajax, thank you,” she whispered, keeping her voice low.

This only infuriated him, making him glare at her. “Quit. I can’t let that name get out.”

“Oh, you’ve seen what I can do when I’m actually being sneaky. Don’t be so mean. Besides, convince me not to and I might consider it.”

He glared at her before smirking and gripping her chin. “I think everything comes at a price. I’m sure even I could convince you.”

‘You know you can’t buy me though,” She chuckled, cheeks flushing from the contact.

“Which is why I’ll be taking you out to the town. Come on, wildcat. Let’s have some fun.”

Y/N blinked as the harbinger led her into Liyue Harbor before following him eagerly. She admitted to Aether long ago about her feelings towards the man that was better put a frenemy of theirs.

“I know it’s nothing like true love or something so romantic. I do have feelings for him and I know I’ll get over him…once he’s uh…out of my system.”

“Uh-huh. More like in your system.”

“You’re gross, shuddup!”

The Harbinger wrapping his arm around her shoulders made her blink. Part of her was alert to his closeness, keeping an eye on his body language to determine if there was any deceit in it. The other part of her wanted to yank him down the alleyway and kiss him and reach her hand along his stomach and–

“Are you even here?” Childe teased, pulling her close to him. “I figured you’d be bouncing with joy. Finally, someone’s taken an interest in the wildcat.”

Y/N smirked up at him. “Aw. You like me then?”

“Like a pest,” He snickered. She laughed and elbowed him gently, making him genuinely smile. “You haven’t been able to explore Liyue Harbor much, right?”

“No. Aether and I met at a festival in Mondstat. When I bemoaned about wanting to travel, he just said to join him.”

Childe blinked at that. “Wait, really?” He heard from informants that Aether’s new friend seemed to be an experienced traveler.

“Yeah. I mean, I was a part of the Adventurer’s Guild but I just wanted to do more. I was mostly stationed in the city because I mean…look at me, Childe,” She sighed, gesturing to herself. “Most people don’t take me too seriously. Mostly the height.”

“I can see it,” He amended. “I’m not innocent in that judgment either though.”

“And I don’t even fault you for it,” She giggled. “Still, I’ve been enjoying it. Though, as soon as we started coming into the city, we met a handsome little Schneznyan!”

Childe laughed at that, nodding. “Apologies for him. I’m glad he did meet with you all though. He was in capable hands. You likely remind him of our sister.”

“He said as much.” She smiled as they walked through Liyue Harbor, taking in the sight. “So, what will you show me then, Childe?” She caught Zhongli’s eye and waved. The man studied the harbinger for a moment before nodding and waving back.

Childe hummed, knowing the man was likely keeping an eye on them for her safety. Didn’t change that it irritated him though.

“C’mon. Let’s get a private place so we can enjoy our day,” He hummed, guiding her away. 

She blinked but smiled as she leaned into him as they walked. 

He tensed as he glanced down at her. He had to admit, holding her close wasn’t all bad, even if she was a pest.

As the sun set and the sky grew dark, Y/N found herself laughing with Childe as they made their way to the Wangshu Inn. He was walking her up to her room, helping her onto the elevator.

As the wooden box climbed up, Y/N smiled. “Thank you for this, Ajax.”

Childe scoffed and glared at her. “Would you quit saying my name already?”

“I figured you’d like it, Ajax,” she giggled, smirking up at him.

“Quit.”

“Make me.”

With a snarl, he lurched forward. Her hands went up her hand gripping her blade quickly before it froze as his lips found herself. She willed the sword away and wrapped her arms around his neck as he pressed her against the wall of the elevator.

As it came to a stop at the top floor, he broke the kiss and lifted her, carrying her to her room. She wanted to make a snarky comment about him stalking her but it died in her throat when she was pinned against the wall, the harbinger’s body pressed hard against hers. His eyes bore into her hungrily before his mouth was on her neck, biting and kissing aggressively.

“I’ll make you regret this,” He growled, grinding against her roughly.

“Make sure I never forget it,” She moaned, tugging his hair as she ground down against him.

He groaned as he pulled her from the door, finding his way to the bed and laying her down. The man was quick to strip her down, eying her body carefully. 

His fingertips found the scars over her torso, likely from fights with monsters much larger than her. After seeing her fighting style as her vision gleamed on the floor, he knew she dove headfirst again and again, earning her victories and those marks as proof they’d happened.

“Beautiful,” he hummed happily before bending and licking every scar his tongue could find before making his way between her legs. “You won’t ever forget this. I’ll have you sobbing my name,” He swore before shoving her knees against her chest and burying his face against her.

She gasped and moaned loudly, gripping his hair and tugging as his tongue lavished over her. Y/N cried out, slipping out, “Aj–” before biting her lip.

Childe snarled at that. “What? You can whisper my name but you can’t scream it?” he taunted as he threw his glove off his hand before sliding two fingers into her.

“Fuck!” She whined before meeting his eye as his fingers curled deviously. “Believe it or not, I r-respect your wishes to not be t-tracked.”

Childe cooed as he kissed her clit, rolling his tongue carefully over it before pulling away. “Such a sweet little wildcat. You might make me breed you.”

At her twitch, he smirked and stood, pulling his fingers out. Her whine only fueled him as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them carefully before unbuckling his pants. Barely even removing them, he revealed himself to her, taking pride in the way she gulped nervously despite her hunger.

“Like it? That big enough for you?” He taunted. Her movement was so fast, he nearly kicked her, but how could he when this woman was suddenly kneeling before him, taking a long lick up his length? “Fuck,” He grunted.

“Gods you taste amazing,” she whispered, nuzzling against his thigh as she stroked him slowly. “Do I really affect you this much?” She asked.

Childe couldn’t answer as he was left moaning when her mouth sucked his length in. She was swallowing him down, bobbing her head along him eagerly as she reached between her legs to touch herself.

He almost couldn’t believe it as she looked up at him, almost taunting him for letting her gain the upper hand against him. All the fantasies he’d had of her were nothing compared to the way she pressed her nose against his pelvis, swallowing thickly as her eyes watered.

“What’s wrong? Is it–fuck–too big for your little mouth?” He grunted as he gripped her hair. He smirked before thrusting into her mouth, watching her cheeks flush.

Y/N let her jaw slacken as he began to thrust into her throat, keeping a tight hold on her hair to prevent her escape. Like she would. Her hand cupped her breast, twisting gently at her nipple as her fingers pumped into her. She looked up at him excitedly as she dripped on the floor.

Childe swore as he took in the sight of her, biting his lip and moaning loudly before forcing her to deep-throat him. After she swallowed the spit in her mouth, squeezing him, he slowly pulled out and pulled her up. Her whimper at the strain on her hair made him smirk as he gripped her face.

“Beg,” He commanded, lightly dragging his soaked tip against her thigh almost tauntingly.

“Childe, please.”

“Not that name,” He snarled, tugging her hair and forcing her face into the bed. 

She squirmed and grunted into the sheets as his hand slapped against her rear. Another strike had her hissing in pleasure and pain. It didn’t stop her from wiggling her lower half at him as if trying to hypnotize him with her naked form.

“Wanna try that again?” He asked as he let her adjust, keeping her hand against her shoulder to keep her down.

“Please, Aja–AX!” She squealed as he plunged into her in one fell swoop. 

Her moans sent a fire in him as he kept her in place, pumping into her as deep as he could. He couldn’t help but fall into the intoxicating feeling of her climaxing at his length as he held her down.

“That’s a good little wildcat,” he moaned. “Taking me so beautifully. Fuck, you’re such a pest.”

She couldn’t retaliate as she would’ve usually. Her eyes rolled back as she drooled on the sheets. Y/N could only moan as his fingers found her nub again as he moved over her. His hand found her neck and pressed against the sides of her neck.

“You’re soaking my pants?” He taunted, teeth finding her ear. “Such a naughty kitty. Gonna have to punish you.” He moaned as she tightened around him. “Masochist.”

“A-Ajax,” she rasped, shaking as she wavered closer to the edge as her vision blurred from the tears in her eyes.

“Come,” he commanded as he released her throat. She let out a shout as she did, slicking him entirely. Childe groaned as he lost himself in the euphoria, sliding his hand from her throat to her supple breast as he milked her. “Good kitty.”

Y/N mewled under him as he pressed against her, practically rutting into her as his hand slid from between her legs to her hip. He pulled her up against her, finding a new angle. “Fu-uck,” She whined.

Childe smirked as she began to whimper and thrust deeper into her. Her mewl and chanting of his name, begging for him to move again. He let her twitch under him as her feet found some stability at last and began to rock back against him.

“Look at you. So desperate for me.” he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. He shuddered at the debauched expression she held, not breaking her sight as his fingers slid into her mouth. “That’s a good little wildcat…Yeah. I think I will.” He thrust hard, making her yelp happily. “I think I will try to breed you. After all, it’s what you wanted right? Wanted me to fulfill that maternal instinct? Admit it. You’ve wanted my offspring since the moment you saw me.”

“Fughk, yesh,” She moaned around his fingers. “Puleash brreb me.”

He snapped and began to thrust harder into her, holding her tongue between his fingers as he found a brutal pace. He could barely hear her moaning his name as the blood rushed in his ears.

With a grunt as his teeth dug into her neck, he buried load after load into her. His body shuddered violently, only barely registering her whimper as copper prickled against his tongue. He pulled his mouth away, kissing it gently.

Morning came almost in a heartbeat as he blinked blearily at the sun peeking through the window. He looked around to find no sign of Y/N, not even her travel bag. Recalling the mention of Inazuma, he leaped to his feet and dressed.

Hurrying to the strange waypoint, he fixated on Liyue Harbor and hurried through the crowds. There he saw Aether and Paimon boarding the Crux with Y/N in tow.

“What? Not even a goodbye?” He chuckled, eying her.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be disturbed,” She said nonchalantly, making him blink. “Besides, you looked so cute with how soundly you slept.”

Aether groaned and rolled his eyes. “Hurry up. Beidou is getting everyone ready.”

“I won’t be long,” she promised as the other two went up. “I know I’ll see you again.”

“Couldn’t get enough?” he teased.

“Nah. I’m good now,” she laughed, making him gape. “I mean, I knew it wasn’t romance or anything. It was good fun. Besides, I don’t play with used toys.”

Childe gulped as Beidou called for her to get on the boat. With a wave, she boarded the ship. He could only watch as she sailed away to the storm surrounding Inazuma, his heart pounding vehemently.

“Fuck, she’s perfect,” He sighed happily.

[daisyvisions]

' warning : yandere, bl..d (o/o), d.ath (e), m.rder (u)

Since everyone is talking about yandere stuffs I felt like sharing it...

Once a jungwon (enhypen) ff popped up on my feed and damn that stuff was scary af 😭

Jungwon was class president in that fan fiction and the reader was the new student.the story legit started with him slapping the reader so hard that they fellon the floor, in an empty class. And reader slowly shares how they were the new student and had a huge crush on their class president and how they still remember their biggest mistake of confessing to him. Because ofc he said he liked the reader back and once they started dating Jungwon started becoming possessive. Reader found that cute but one day they both got into huge argument because reader was talking to Jake, Jungwon's friend.

And now back to the beginning,Jungwon called reader different names because he thought Jake annd reader were flirting... 💀

That thing was scary af like he killed Jake in the end because he helped reader who was trying to run away from that place to avoid jungwon....

Ik this is my own opinion but yandere theme is scary, scary till the extent that it makes me cry

Being jealous is very different from being yandere

And this again reminds me of a real incident that happened in Japan,there was this couple who worked in a bar. Both the girl and the guy were attractive but the girl was extremely jealous of the fact that her bf needed to serve others,needed to look at someone except her, he needed to smile and flirt with others...

She hated that and made it visible to him through arguments,but the guy was like "we both work at same place and do the same thing, yk what I'm doing with others is for money andd nothing more"

But that crazy girl wasn't happy with that so few days later when they both were sleeping she got up and attacked her bf with a knife on his chest and was laughing saying "No one can look at what's mine" And stuffs like that

Luckily he was able to run from the aprtment and someone else in the building saw him and helped him.

And guess what how public reacted to this thing. When this lady got arrested and the case came in limelight many people went on her old tik tok account and commented on her videos "Our irl yandere" Like wtf she almost killed someone

Uhhh anyways,, all of this was quite heavy but still I will never understand why ppl like yandere theme

yeah, yandere can be scary but personally I don't like it when the story gets to the point of m*rder? like what you just said.

but I guess everyone has their reasons for liking yandere, personally im into the tsundere type

I've read some yandere of tbz that was actually tolerable, and I read another that involved k*ll*ng which was a big no for me kjasndaskjnd

but damn I will never understand that tiktok culture of romanticizing killers and shit this is reminding me of the whole Jeffrey Dahmer witch after the Netflix series came out :((

[mothmans-left-buttcheek]

This fic is just a treat, I’m dropping my in-time-reactions to it just cause I had a great time reading it😂

“His stride was casual as one could be, whilst battling both midwestern humidity and pit sweat in a white hand-me-down Jimi Hendrix shirt and sleeveless denim vest.” Oh my god… oh, my god.

“until one day your mother caught him by the ear and brought him in to mend his tattered jeans and offer up a hot meal.” HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Go mom!

“and making Stanley Kubrick films your new big boy personalities.” And some people never grow out of it oh my fucking god, on a personal note I went to film school and the film bro stereotype is so real. Now in this fic the reader is fem and there really isn’t a stereotype for women in film to fit into, so there’s hope that she’ll recover and allow Stanley Kubrick to be one of her interests and not her whole personality when she grows up😂

“You had wanted to write about Caligula so you could use the word ‘orgy’ in the report without getting in trouble” oh no

“but Eddie had insisted he had a better idea when he discovered a two years tumultuous ruling of brothers from 209 AD to 211 AD.” Oh no

“Also, here’s a better word for you to learn: fratricide.” OH NO

“Yes! Or the syph!” DOES SHE MEAN SYPHILIS??? WHERE WOULD A MIDDLE SCHOOL BOY GET SYPHILIS FROM????

“The kiss with Cindy was real, unfortunately. It happened way before Cindy was kept home with mono, and you remembered the incident well.” So then where did Cindy get mono that lying little eleven year old bitch???

“and that pretty soon he’d be popping girl’s cherries left and right.” BRO DOESNT GET LAID TILL HIS (first) SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL PLEASE SOMEONE BRING THIS BABY BOYS HOPES DOWN BEFORE HE GETS LOST IN THE STRATOSPHERE

“Yet Cindy and Tommy Hagan swapped spit once, and both were out of commission.” SHUT THE FUCK UP TOMMY HAGAN??? That ass kisser the plot completely forgot about by season three??? Yeah of course he’d get mono in middle school that fucking cuck

“But no one would ever say anything about Tommy Hagan getting mono.” I WOULD!! SHIT I WILL, LEMME PICK ON A MIDDLE SCHOOLER PLEASE

“In a world of traitors— where brothers stabbed brothers in the arms of their mothers, or where violent men disowned each other with drug laced milk bottles to the face, you would always pick instead to be Eddie Munson’s loyal droog.” Okay that went hard af

“I HAVE SHARED OF THE COOTIE WITH A WOMAN-” KANGKANDISJDJDJ

“GOD SANCTIONED DROOG MARRIAGE CO-RULER ULTRA-VIOLENCE! MAZEL TOV!” L’chaim!!

“THE IMPERIAL HUSBAND NOW DEMANDS TO KISS THE DROOG BRIDE!” Eddie screamed, “PLANT ONE ON ME, GODDESS DIVINE OF THE REPUBLIC OF HAWKINS!!” No way, wait, you’re lying

“… when— without warning— you took off towards Eddie, and planted a fat wet kiss on his mouth. He froze for a moment, but returned the kiss with fervor, making an obnoxious hum and wet smack when you pulled away.” Oh my god kids are so gross😂 (this is a really cute moment though)

“Chessie had long since taken off for the gated community of Loch Nora on her bike.” I KNOW THATS RIGHT

“Hey… Only the best and finest gems and refreshments for Empress Droog the First of Hawkins, Indiana.” Eddie said with a confident smile.” Oh my lord I just know that’s gonna stick around till their married and own a house

Who knew a film about freewill, conditioning, and the conscious choices between good or evil could elicit such a sweet romance? It’s so innocent and wholesome, while taking inspiration from a film that’s anything but. But isn’t that just like Eddie and an MC who takes after him? Enjoying dark and taboo subjects while still being pleasant🖤

Be My Wife: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: A “friend” freaks out when you split a Coke with Eddie the Freak.

Warnings: references to A Clockwork Orange, bullying, STI/STD mention, backwash drinking

A/N: So… I know this isn’t a Christmas fic. But I wrote this because I had those times in my youth where someone spread horrid rumors about either me or my friends, and I had to make those split second decisions to determine my loyalty. I always try to be loyal as best I can.

Thank you to @writhingg for giving the green light on this fic. And big thanks to @rxqueenotd and @melodymunson as well. And big thanks to viewers like you. Thank you. ❤️

Resources: @strangergraphics-archive for the dividers.

Taglist: @ali-r3n @melodymunson @twihard28

“Hey droogie, can I have a sip of your Coke?”

You looked up from where you were perched on the pony wall by the Seven Eleven bike rack. You had been chatting with a classmate, Chessie Hagar, about purchasing a purse from her mother’s Avon Colorworks catalog. It was a new collection for the year 1977. Said eye catching magazine with its spread of rainbow themed products was currently held between the two of you, and the pages began to rattle as Chessie shook in fear upon hearing the deep voice.

A flutter-smack sounded from the girl dropping the catalog when Eddie The Freak approached. His stride was casual as one could be, whilst battling both midwestern humidity and pit sweat in a white hand-me-down Jimi Hendrix shirt and sleeveless denim vest. As one of the middle schoolers who had been blessed with a growth spurt, his lanky height, shredded second hand clothes, and shaved head often made those in your grade— and some of those above— piss their pants.

You alone did not fear him.

The Fates had elected to weave you both in a tangled web of coincidences: you had been his project partner in every shared class since you started at Hawkins Middle School together, and you just so happened to live in the same neighborhood on occasion. The distance from Al Munson’s janky two bedroom home to yours was but a hop skip and a jump. Eddie used to ding dong ditch your house when he was six, until one day your mother caught him by the ear and brought him in to mend his tattered jeans and offer up a hot meal.

To any other rando, he was an unstable pariah. But to you, he was just Eddie Munson— the cute boy next door who sometimes ate at your place. And you had become his droog after spending winter 1972 sneaking into the Hawk Theater, and making Stanley Kubrick films your new big boy personalities.

Without thinking, you handed the soft drink over. His fingers brushed against yours as he took the Coke out of your grip and went for a swig, with plush pink lips wrapping around the transparent jade glass of the lip and neck. His protruding Adam’s apple was bobbing with the rhythmic gulping, and you couldn’t stop staring.

“Thanks.” He belched out.

“You said a sip, not half the goddamn bottle!” You whined.

Eddie grinned sheepishly and backwashed a good mouthful. Giving a half assed apology and a promise to pay you back mumbled under his breath, he handed the bottle back.

“Still up for doing last minute project prep?” You asked, swirling the leftovers he’d saved for you.

“Nah, let’s take a break from the train wreck brothers. Catch you tomorrow, though?” He said, scratching a blackhead off his nose and snorting a bit, “I had an idea for the oral report that might earn us a little extra credit. Think you can mimic a British accent?”

“Eh. Can’t do an accent without sounding like fucking Alex DeLarge.” You groused.

“We can work on that. Leave your milk-plus at home, though. Don’t want me own droog reenacting some Roman ultra violence on me.”

“Just don’t go popping out from behind your curtains at me again, that’s a good way to get stabbed in the neck with my mom’s kitchen scissors.” You snorted.

“Ahhh, the droog’s no fun. I guess I can tone down the surprise pop ups, though. If you insist. Catch you later?” Eddie said, waving.

“Later. Peace out, man.”

Chessie let out a shaky, sobbing exhale when you made to drink the dregs of your soda, and you turned and raised an eyebrow.

“Whassamatter?” You asked.

“Are you nuts?! You just shared your drink with the freak!” She blurted out.

… since when the hell was sharing with Eddie a crime?

“Yeah, so? It’s hot out. He looked thirsty.” You said.

“Did you seriously forget everything we’ve heard about him?!” She whisper-screamed, “Don’t you care what everyone talks about?!”

You rolled your eyes. Everyone talked about Eddie. If you hadn’t heard at least one rumor from a faceless student whenever he walked by, you were either stupid or living under a rock. They said he was a bad boy— yes, even with a full vocabulary of slurs and insults available, they still called him a bad boy. Like if he was still in diapers drawing with crayon on the wall, and needed a spanking.

Depending on who you asked, Eddie either did or sold drugs, it was never clear which. Some of the other trailer park kids said he was a mean scrapper when he went to his uncle’s on alternate weeks. Women’s restroom lore stated that he carried a switchblade in the back pocket of his Wrangler jeans, and that he used it to torture animals for his Satanic rituals.

A million and one things were said about him on the daily, but you knew none of them were true in the slightest. None of the talk deterred you from spending time with him. Sometimes he came to your house, more often than not you went to his.

Every other day found the two of you parked in front of his mom’s turntable, jamming to Deep Purple and putting together an elaborate poster board with some spray painted fake leaves made into laurel crowns, along with a block of text about your chosen co-emperor of the early Roman Empire.

You had wanted to write about Caligula so you could use the word ‘orgy’ in the report without getting in trouble, but Eddie had insisted he had a better idea when he discovered a two years tumultuous ruling of brothers from 209 AD to 211 AD.

“As much as I love a good sex party on paper, you just know that’s what everyone else is gonna write about. Let’s write about this nut job Caracalla instead! Dude killed his brother in the arms of his mother, and struck his name from the record. That’s like, the most metal shit ever! Also, here’s a better word for you to learn: fratricide. Apparently there’s a whole list of technical terms for when you kill a family member.”

“… what’s the rumor mill gotta do with my Coke?” You deadpanned.

“If you drink after him, you’re gonna get mono like Cindy! You gotta throw it out!”

Cindy Bishop in your science class had told everyone that had functional ears— swearing up and down on her life— that Eddie Munson had kissed her and given her mononucleosis. A dreaded affliction whose nickname to you sounded like one of the variations of sound formats for any sort of audio.

“Mono…?”

“Yes! Or the syph!”

You knew Eddie had to have heard Chessie’s vitriol. Turning around, you could see him staring at the two of you from across the parking lot, one leg over his bike. There was a stinging look of betrayal on his face. Telltale signs of a wet cherry nose and shameful red cheeks gave away his mistrust; as if he was expecting you to do as your friend told, and throw the bottle he drank from in the trash.

His imaginary affliction was just that: imaginary. You knew that to be gospel.

The kiss with Cindy was real, unfortunately. It happened way before Cindy was kept home with mono, and you remembered the incident well. Eddie had come running to your house just to brag that he’d finally gotten his first kiss, and that pretty soon he’d be popping girl’s cherries left and right.

Just learning about the simple kiss had pissed you off, because the closest you’d ever gotten to kissing Eddie was sharing the same fork whenever you both roasted Vienna sausages on the gas burner in his kitchen. Eddie hadn’t been sick when Cindy stayed home, he came faithfully to school to trap you on the playground and speculate about the thousand and one hidden meanings behind the kiss.

With all the excitement, he never noticed the smallest details like you did. One of the guys in your PE class had been sent home with a rash and a high fever, and it was only a month after Cindy was rumored to have also kissed the collapsed boy that she got sick. You had always shared cups, utensils, and other things requiring mouth use with Eddie and had been fine. Yet Cindy and Tommy Hagan swapped spit once, and both were out of commission.

But no one would ever say anything about Tommy Hagan getting mono. They’d always redirect every disease outbreak to the poor loser who split time between Cherry Street and Forest Hills Trailer Park. The same poor loser who had the misfortune of wasting his first kiss with Cindy; a girl who frenched behind the portable classrooms with anything that had a pulse. People could be so blind and stupid, they failed to notice the sickness timelines were not matching up.

No one deserved their first anything to be with Cindy. Not with the way she stabbed people in the back.

You took a long, hard pause as you stared into Eddie’s wet brown eyes. He was asking you a silent question you already knew the answer to: were you a stinking traitorous droog, or a loyal one? Were you, his one friend in the entire world, going to stand against him?

Without saying a word, you looked at Chessie, then looked back again at Eddie.

In a world of traitors— where brothers stabbed brothers in the arms of their mothers, or where violent men disowned each other with drug laced milk bottles to the face, you would always pick instead to be Eddie Munson’s loyal droog.

You lathed at the lip of the bottle and stuck your tongue down the neck, and shotgunned all of Eddie’s backwash.

Chessie’s mouth dropped open as she began to gag, and Eddie opened his mouth in an obnoxious and breathless laugh as you chugged the entirety of his germs. The carbonation caught up to you, so you let a belch rip before turning back around to face him.

“I GOT YOUR MONO NOW, MUNSON!” You screamed out to him, “NOW YOU GOTTA MARRY ME!”

“IS THAT HOW IT WORKS, DROOGIE?” He shouted back, a shit eating grin stretched across his face, “YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME KNOW BEFORE I TOOK A SWIG, I WOULD HAVE MADE SURE I GOT YOU A RING POP FIRST!”

“IT'S GODDAMN ROMAN CONFARREATIO LAWS, EDDIE! YOU GAVE ME MONO INSTEAD OF SPELT BREAD, NOW YOU GOTTA MARRY ME!” You joked.

You noticed from the big, smart ass grin that he was about to do something outrageous, and your heart began to sing. He immediately got to his knee on the asphalt, everyone in the Seven Eleven parking lot watching as he began to scream like an orator in the colosseum. He used your full government name and everything when he called out to the small parking lot audience.

“HEAR ME, CITIZENS OF HAWKINS! I AM BUT A VESSEL FOR THE GODS, A BEARER, A MESSENGER OF THAT MOST HOLY WORD FROM MOUNT OLYMPUS! I HAVE SHARED OF THE COOTIE WITH A WOMAN, AND THUS OUR MARRIAGE BETWEEN EMPEROR AND DROOG IS SOLEMNIZED-…!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, FREAK!” Someone called out, immediately flinching back when Eddie rounded on him.

“THE GODS. HAVE. SPOKEN!” Eddie screeched, a glob of spit flying out of his mouth and onto the hot asphalt.

He was wide eyed. Deranged. Eddie lifted up the hem of his denim vest and held it out and to the side, to look like wings unfurling, screaming to the heavens as you began howling with him.

“YEAH!” You screamed out, raising your bottle and shouting every bit of nonsense you could think of, “GOD SANCTIONED DROOG MARRIAGE CO-RULER ULTRA-VIOLENCE! MAZEL TOV!”

“THE IMPERIAL HUSBAND NOW DEMANDS TO KISS THE DROOG BRIDE!” Eddie screamed, “PLANT ONE ON ME, GODDESS DIVINE OF THE REPUBLIC OF HAWKINS!!”

You looked at Chessie, who looked as if she was going to throw up or scream. It wasn’t immediately clear which. Instead of ending the joke, you grinned. Shrugged. The glossy magazine paper pages of the forgotten Avon Colorworks catalog ripped under the tread of your shoes when— without warning— you took off towards Eddie, and planted a fat wet kiss on his mouth. He froze for a moment, but returned the kiss with fervor, making an obnoxious hum and wet smack when you pulled away.

“Yum.” You gushed, licking your lips and changing your cadence to the unhinged Kubrick Cockney, “Them’s tasty cooties, they are, brother sir!”

“Yeah? Them false cytomegalovirus germs are what taste good to ya, droog?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around you and putting on his own terrible accent.

“That they are, sir, that’s what gives all me food and drink that plus flavor.” You grinned.

The two of you cackled, thoroughly enjoying throwing out random quotes and various insanities that to the normal person would put them off of your insanity and edge-lord humor. Chessie had long since taken off for the gated community of Loch Nora on her bike, but you didn’t care. You could live without a selection of eyeshadows, a rainbow tote purse, and all of your false friends if the choice came down to choosing them, or Eddie.

“Wanna go into the gas station and split another bottle of mono before we blow this joint?” You asked.

His grin could have rivaled that of Malcolm McDowell.

“Now, how can I say no to my new wife?” He grinned, holding out his arm for you to take, “But I am a man of my word, so you’re getting a new Coke, plus that Ring Pop so’s we can make this thing official.”

“Spare no expense, huh?” You grinned, and he pulled you in closer. Both of your hips knocking together.

“Hey… Only the best and finest gems and refreshments for Empress Droog the First of Hawkins, Indiana.” Eddie said with a confident smile.

You smiled at him, nudging one another with your bodies all the way into the gas station, until he pulled you in for another sloppy kiss in the middle of the snack aisle.