#idk why. he's just weird and difficult

[mugentakeda]

WELL. I had an anon that was kindly asking me background info on my oc jiro and whatever he had going on with lu ten. I had the Fawking response all done and had it saved as a draft right. and i just needed to switch it to post but tumblr Wouldnt Let Me (it was saying something "went wrong" idfk) so I deleted the draft and was gonna try posting it again thinking the ask would reappear in my inbox but it DIDNT it just deleted the whole ask along with the draft :((( so i'm just gonna post it all here anyway and hope that the anon sees it fhkdndncmxbc,dndkzhnx

-basic stuff: 27 (<-when he meets lu ten), nonbender (<-doesnt need bending lol)

-finest jewelry maker in the fire nation. he also does metal art like embossing and figures and shit. he collaborates closely with famous potters and tailors in the FN to make stuff for the royal family and their special occasions (like holiday and celebration banquet jewelry and bedazzled outfits and shit). he also works with fire nation theaters, to help with their costumes for their more pricey productions. he's made MANY crowns for the royal family as well.

-oldest of 3 brothers. the business he owns was passed down in the family thru generations. jiro inherited (usurped?) it when he was 23, after he beat his father to death for smacking their mother around. their mother lives with the middle brother and his family on one of the outer FN islands. the youngest is estranged and started his own (less successful) business out of jealousy towards jiro.

-neutral on the war in the same way june the bounty hunter is- money is money to him. and when I say neutral I mean neutral. he obviously doesn't get clients or customers from other nations due to the war but if he did then he'd be more than happy to serve them. but his business still wouldn't be affected no matter the outcome of the war because even without international clients his wallet is thick, so he doesn't really care what the outcome ends up being. he believes a true businessman goes wherever the wind takes him and is good at adapting. not a "stuck in his ways" type of guy. the royal family is his top priority client obviously, but it's simply because they pay the most for the finest pieces. it's not out of any kind of loyalty or patriotism.

-jiro likes material things and having money, but he's genuinely super passionate about his craft and the arts in general. he does a lot of other crimes (<- lol) but counterfeiting isn't one of them. all his products and art are genuine, handcrafted, made to detail. he's probably kinda disgusted by the idea of counterfeit and scamming because he genuinely looks forward to the reaction of his clients when they receive what they paid for. he does the act of service, he gets the praise and the money, he's a happy camper.

-despite all of the above, his demeanor is the definition of greasy and sleazy- but he also can be genuinely suave when he wants. he'll charm the pants off your granny. but not sleazy in the same way zhao is, though (cus zhao is no real charmer lol). cus zhao is high in the navy so he's Very stuck up, and he's also an otl (<-???) ass-kisser. he's a slimy douchebag, but still one that adamantly adheres to and enforces fire nation law. he's a guy that has goals and will do anything to get there. meanwhile jiro, you look at him and you know he does criminal shit. he just gives the danger vibe, and he flaunts it with confidence. and you must reach at least level 4 friend to unlock the gentlemanly, white-knight-syndrome side of jiro.

-what jiro DOES do for criminal activity is that as he has most of all the fire nation nobility and high court (along with the Literal royal family) in his pocket. he has eyes and ears in a LOTTTT of people's business. sensitive business. criminal business. blackmail on top of blackmail. he's only loyal to people he personally gives a shit about, and whatever the people he cares about gives a shit about. he's got the love in his heart to make those extensions because he really is thoughtful in nature. but anything outside of that is not his problem so yes he WILL sell your ass out. the most dependable man in the world if he loves you, but the most venomous, backstabbing scorpion-viper if he doesn't care about you.

-and he doesn't hire goons- the business and its dealings are done all by him, and him alone. so if you air out his business or try to fuck with him, he will show up in your house alone and kill you in the next 24 hours i PROMISE you. preferred form of doing so is beating to death. and them is workers arms baby so you aren't getting out of it alive!!! jiro isn't very tall but he is strong as FUCK. and because of the fact that he knows everybody's dirty laundry he gets away with all of it lol. jiro is not afraid of jackkkkk SHIT (<- which is why he's very dependable if he loves you. he's unflinching and dedicated)

-as for him and lu ten: he and lu ten met by chance (they quite literally ran into each other in the palace and toppled over each other), and ended up being twin flames. lu ten's like the orange cat to jiro's black cat. they balanced each other out and jiro was exactly what lu ten needed at the perfect time. their first date or whatever (Doing An Activity Together) was having lunch and tea together in the palace gardens, and it kinda spurred from there. they spent time together like an old retired couple basically lol??? lunches, dinners, long walks from evening to night, doing their tasks in silence but they're next to each other so it's fun (<-parallel play for adults), sitting on benches for hours and just talking and bird watching. two people with tough jobs, so they sometimes forget to stop and smell the roses, but they reserve time for each other so they can stop and smell the roses together.

-it isn't ALWAYS them acting like a retired old couple though cus like I said jiro is a sleaze bag and a flirt. azula was the only one that really noticed and she was very disgusted by them and would constantly swear lu ten has a thing for losers. but then again she'd claim any person lu ten messes with to be a gross loser so there's that

-as soon as they got close to tension hitting a boiling point the siege situation rolled around (<-AVERAGE COCKBLOCKER IROH MOMENT) and lu ten obviously didn't come back. and jiro never let go of it because of all the "what ifs" and how there was something there that was mutual but it never became official or was put into words. so there's more regret rather than bitterness about lu ten's absence in jiro's life. like "right person, wrong time" trope??? but this is the dai li au so they'll be fine eventually lol

-after lu ten died and ozai took over, jiro was silently cut off from the royal family. ozai didn't directly order that or anything but he didn't commission or hire jiro for anything the way azulon always did. jiro also quietly removed himself from the whole political ring and just focused on his work. didn't have a reason to stop and smell the roses anymore, but the work never quits and the world didn't stop turning

-once azula got old enough to be let loose into the playing field, she hired jiro under the table due to her knowing how close he'd been with lu ten (which makes him someone she felt that she could trust), and he got put back into the political game (<- to everyone elses dismay). since her first rodeo was outside of the fire nation, he became her eyes and ears back home.

-and he wasn't forced by her or intimidated by her- he was brought back to life by finally having a real reason to get back in action again. at first, azula being the kid lu ten personally took care of for the first little portion of her life (<-which is a secret jiro knows from lu ten. azula doesn't know about that, and it's gonna stay that way. it's more to be a driving force for jiro. cus jiro has a "whats yours is mine" mindset when he loves someone. so what lu ten loved, jiro also loves. so whatever azula wants from jiro, jiro will provide it to her.) was what made being her guy so easy, but he ends up taking a genuinely liking to the crazy kid. he feels like they get along pretty well cus they're like-minded when it comes to their methods

[charleemoon]

getting a little maybe irritated at how often i see autistic will being refuted because he "made himself out to be that way to avoid attention" ... ??? that's autistic. going out of his way to make yourself appear weird and unsociable so you can avoid socializing is. extremely autistic. lying and exaggerating about yourself out of fear of people getting too close and realizing youre a bad person is extremely autistic. the show honestly backpedals on will's empathy half the time, acting like it is only applicable when it comes to his job, but frequently showing that it isn't. in the first episode, hannibal literally notices his face getting red because they're near two people who are arguing. he's not exaggerating or faking his nightmares, his inability to deattach himself from others. yeah, he's got a complicated psychological profile that autism doesn't entirely cover or explain. that doesn't mean he's not still autistic. his person suit, the person he presents himself as to others, the choice to do that autistic masking. even if part of his masking is hiding behind being autistic in hopes it will make him less favorable to others and not further inspected, that is autistic masking. i think it is so insanely annoying that just because a character wasn't written with the intent in mind doesnt mean you cant accidentally write a valid representation of something anyways. fuller didn't intend on hannigram becoming as romantic as it did, but understood that it came along with the subtext anyways. acting like hes completely above fitting criteria of mental illness because he's "fictional" and has a "fictional" disorder that HIGHLY exemplifies autism is. incredibly stupid. and boring

[watery-melon-baller]

on the one hand, i really like working on the script for this video essay. on the other hand, it feels like im just being super negative and and a hater towards the entire toh fandom because they like making their dolls kiss

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

I really don't wanna dislike him but between fandom's tendency to forget the bad stuff he did but also seeing people ONLY talk about the bad stuff he did and basically never bring up the good aspects of his character and seeming to resent him I'm worried that's rubbing off on me and like. I don't dislike him but liking him is getting a lot harder these days and it's genuinely upsetting to me

[karlyboyyy]

Was thinking yesterday about how my brain produces the same anxiety response to grocery shopping as it does to driving on the interstate during rush hour:

Constant vigilance! Must be hyper aware of my surroundings at all times because everyone else is out to get me.

Gotta go fast! Complete the task as soon as possible otherwise I Lose.

Take familiar routes! Know exactly where I need to be and how to get there. Obstacle? Panic!!

Follow road rules! Stop and look in all directions before pulling out into an intersection / end of an aisle. Drive on the right side of the road / aisle. Pull off to the side of the road / aisle if you need to stop. Get out of the way of others who are clearly moving faster than you.

Overreact to EVERYTHING! Why am I the only one following these rules?? Why does no one else seem to know what they want / where they’re going? Oh my god why are we stopped fucking GOOO. You see me coming so why the hell did you pull out in front of me?? Jesus that dude is driving like an asshole. Bro get off your fucking phone! Lady you can’t just stop in the middle of the road / aisle like that!! I need to be in the exact spot you’re in so can we not just dawdle please?? Oh my goddd hurry up hurry up HURRY UP I just wanna be done!!!

Finish weak! Take a deep breath only to realize my body has been tensed up the entire time, my heart rate is through the roof, and now I’m all sweaty.

[ultrakillingmyself]

I’m going to attack someone I love ‘language’ barriers in relationships

[breadandlottery]

*Me in like 8 years flying 8000 miles to attend some random ass convention*: Question for writer director Hwang. In season 2 episode 2, when Gihun is in the backseat of Inho’s car sucking knockout gas, he has stubble on his face, yet in season 2 episode 3 when he wakes up the next day he’s clearly clean shaven. Are we supposed to believe this is some sort of a magic xylophone laser hair removal facility or something? Boy I really hope somebody got fired for that blunder.

Who shaved this man??

[yan-est]

Yandere!househusband gives me soft dom vibes. Idk why he just seems really sweet and is most likely the worshipping type.

soft? sure. dom? not sure about that. a worshipping type? yeah. incredibly good with his tongue? oh boy.

also these asks got me in a chokehold BYEEE ILY GUYS 😭

cw: afab!reader, nsfw, dub-con, drugging, cunnilingus, belly bulge, ruined orgasm, mentions of breeding

yan!househusband is indeed soft, but only towards you!

you've seen the way how people give him weird looks whenever he stares at you with lovestruck eyes. you're fully aware of the reason why— a brave few have told you about your husband's hostility towards them, but… you don't really believe it? i mean, why would you? yan!househusband is nothing of the sort! he's kind and gentle and an absolute sweetheart, and he never once got mad at you for any mistakes you did.

yan!househusband would be the type to compliment you every day. even while you're away at work, he would send you sweet messages, telling you how he already misses you and that you need to come home asap. :((

yan!househusband would make sure that you'll never have to worry about house chores again. the moment you come home, every room has been thoroughly cleaned and dinner's already served on the table. he tells you not to worry about anything else and simply eat the meal he's laced with aphrodisiacs made with love!

yan!househusband who just loves loves looooves to you spoil you when you're suddenly in the mood to kiss him!

yan!househusband who gets all shy when you realize he had stained his pants after you've kissed him for two minutes. he loves it when you tease him by running your fingers through his tent and when he's practically flushed just by simply making out with you.

he'd grind his clothed dick outside of your cunt, his sticky cum dripping from the tip as it soaks his underwear and smears it all around your throbbing core.

yan!househusband who absolutely loves it when you lie down on a pillow and spread your legs, giving him access to your wet cunt. he'll immediately start to clip his arms on your thighs and bury his face into your pussy, lapping it up until you start twitching. and when you try to close your legs, he would open and force them apart while sliding his tongue up and down your hole, tasting you deeper.

he'd ruin your orgasm by licking your clit and massaging the bud on your lips, only to stop when you'd cry out that you're coming. he loves it when you spill your cum before him without even fully reaching your climax. it's okay, darling— he'll kiss your legs to say sorry and still do it again. <3

yan!househusband loves loves loooves seeing your belly bulge with the outline of his dick moving in little, teasingly slow thrusts. he could feel your walls clenching around his hard length, making it difficult for him to move faster without immediately cumming. don't get him wrong— he would absolutely love to fill you with his wet and sticky seed, but the last thing he wants is for you to hate him. so he'd rather torture himself than to displease you in any way.

yan!househusband who just loves to take his time adoring you. <3

[quarterlifekitty]

apparently there's an item called mating frame for cats so they can mate comfortably or something idk i just saw it in a glance.

thinking about reader being put in a mating frame built for her, on her hands and knees just with more support and comfort and easier from price to pin her down, keep her from squirming too much, trying to wiggle away from overstimulation.

or have the whole team going at 'er why not, maybe omega reader being bred by all 4 alphas. maybe maybe... thoughts thoughts...

You know, stop me if this is too freaky, but uhhhhh.... I'm on my hybrid shit right now. really playing with my fucking dolls rn. I'm once again getting real weird with it.

Laswell who's in the business of training cat hybrids for show. Nikolai and Price are her golden boys-- they're in their retirement now, but they're still treated like absolute princes. Their ribbons and trophies are all over the walls.

Simon is her current champion. Prized for his even temperament and unique coloring.

Soap and Gaz are in the wings, a bit immature still, but fully grown and waiting for their time in the spotlight.

Like a lot of people, Laswell marries within her field. She met her wife when she was attending shows-- more of an amateur, just one little kitty she enters in some more local events and showings.

You.

You have a few ribbons of your own-- mainly for your sweet disposition.

So, when Laswell and her wife move in together (I'm gonna give her a name for clarity-- let's call her Amara), Laswell sees it as a great opportunity to break into breeding-- something she's always had the intention to do, but never really found the right fit for any of her boys. But she has a feeling they'll like you.

And they do. My god they do. Soap and Gaz are all over you first, still very much energetic and playful, eager to prove themselves. Simon is a bit more aloof, but it doesn't escape the others how he allows you to curl into him when he naps in the sunny spot he's quite territorial over.

Nikolai has you as a little shadow. He takes a lot of pleasure in showing you around the property, and hearing the little bell jingling on your collar behind him as you curiously follow after him.

Price is the most openly affectionate. It makes Soap and Gaz a bit jealous, to be honest-- Price's approval had been harder to earn for them. He's constantly grooming you, pulling you against him to settle in his bed (tells you to humor an old man, hm?)

At first Kate and Amara wanted things to happen naturally, but it became clear after a short amount of time that it wasn't going to happen. Not because you didn't get along with them, but because you're just too skittish and nervous. You take the courtship just fine, but squirm and panic when it finally comes time to get mounted-- so the frame becomes necessary.

But then, of course, they have the difficult job of deciding who gets to break it in with you.

[ctwinsduo]

woe cwilbur be upon ye. as promised here are my designs for every cwil era/stage/what have you + my reasons behind each design. design breakdown will be under the read more :>

as a disclaimer going forward: these designs are heavily informed by my own headcanons (namely the nature spirit headcanon, which i will only briefly explain here- if you want more of a background on that here's where I first shared the hc and explained it a bit) i'll be honest idk how much of these hcs/analysis abides by canon? so if you prefer to closely abide by canon this may not be for you. having said that, let's get into this. So one question that may initially come to mind when looking over this is "Why a nature spirit?" which is a reasonable question all things considered. I've already gone over the Watsonian explanation in the past, so instead I'll cover the Doylist take- which is more interesting as it pertains to these designs. Wilbur, as I see her, is a character that has many faces- she warps and changes to embody the view of herself she sees as necessary for the situation, whether that be the revolutionary or the villain. Simultaneously he has this core that's deeply eccentric and often difficult for the characters around him to grasp- this can come in the form of benign weirdness to the struggles with mental illness we see him go through throughout his various arcs. There's this push and pull between the person they want to portray and who they are fundamentally that's always at play.

Them being a nature spirit embodies this to an extreme. As a nature spirit their physical form is informed by their self perception (the one that's warped by the role they feel they need to take) and their own mental state, both aspects of the character that are foundational.

Another question that may arise upon reading all of this is "Why not just make him a shapeshifter?" which is also a valid question. Truthfully this one is rooted heavily in my own ideas of the character, so you'll have to take that with a grain of salt. I am, unfortunately, prone to making shit up /lh With that in mind however, the reason I choose nature spirit over shapeshifter is that, the way I interpret it, it's much more... animalistic? Let me explain: the way I tend to see shapeshifters portrayed is either a. having a base form that's relatively humanoid and then multiple other forms or b. having no base form but still presenting as generally humanoid. As a nature spirit Wilbur has a natural (ba-dum-tsss) tie to well... nature, and all that lives within it.

She's this manifestation of the wilderness whose form isn't even naturally human, yet she shapes herself into something presenting as such. As a nature spirit Wilbur occupies this weird nebulous space between human and beast, never fully embodying either. I find this incredibly interesting for a character that wants to feel and to be treated as human so badly, one that also clearly resents being seen as monstrous (despite leaning into that perception of themselves)

TLDR; Wilbur's 50 contradictions in a trenchcoat (literally) and being a nature spirit gives these contradictions/masks/ect. a physical manfiestation Now that we're 500+ words of analysis in, let me breakdown each individual stage :3 /lh

Pre-SMP + L'manburg

The most "human" Wilbur ever gets here- technically these two are different designs/eras but they have similar design notes so I'm lumping them together here

During this stage of his life Wilbur has a fairly good handle on his shapeshifting and is consciously choosing to look more human

Small details like the fangs, pointed ears, claws, and pupils allude to an inhuman nature. I like to think there's something uncanny valley about them- they look human but the longer you look at them the more small discrepancies you notice

Both look relatively generic appearance wise, if you can't tell this was Wilbur's "I am a Normal Human Man era" but with slightly more gender /lh

Decided to stick Wilbur in a different outfit Pre-SMP than the actual skin most people reference, mostly because I thought it'd be fun. The trenchcoat follows her throughout her development

Lots of goofy ass patches and pins on the coat

I personally hc that Wilbur always has some sort of oversized clothes on because it's a bit like a security blanket for him, very grounding and all that- anyways that's what the trenchcoat is here

Limited notes on L'manburg era- main thing is the glasses; they got cracked in conflict and they just never bothered to fix em

Pogtopia

As a result of stress (and personal perception) Wilbur lost control over his shifting entirely

Wilbur views their nature as inherently monstrous, thus when they think of themselves as monstrous or evil they lose most of their human appearance

Much taller in this form than usual, this reflects both how she feels she's perceived and how she perceives herself (monstrous, scary, inhuman, ect. ect.)

Their height also serves to emphasis the claustrophobic nature of the ravine and especially the button room

Eye color changes from brown to red, yet again another thing which reflects his self loathing

Coat is the same one worn pre-smp, just with some adjustments

Pins & patches removed from the jacket (my friend suggested it saying that he "ripped them out because they were too happy" and I find that mental image particularly silly so it stays)

Covered in stains, partially because the ravine is just. awful. and partially because this thing is not taking care of herself even a little bit

Lenses are even more cracked than they were during the revolution

Ghostbur

This section has a lot less points then the others on account of Ghostbur being fairly self explanatory, but shhhhhh

Reverted to "base form" post death, form is extremely fluid as a ghost- she tends to shift depending on the topic of conversation or the person she's speaking with (Explain being: whenever she talks about "alivebur" she becomes more human)

Less of a note and more rambling: fox ghostbur is especially fun to me given the hatred Wilbur has for Ghostbur. Ghostbur physically reflecting the parts of Wilbur that they hate the most in themselves

For Wilbur their base form- just a normal widdle fox- represents vulnerability. It is quite literally a small, fuzzy animal with little means to defend itself and it is also the culmination of everything Wilbur is running from. Ghostbur embraces this form fully yet is seen as more palatable by the people around her than Wilbur ever was

Constantly leaking a jammy, blue substance from his eyes and the cut in his chest, yucky

Especially long sections of "fur" like their tail and the back of their neck are constantly "dripping" little wisps like rain

Post-Revival

Post-revival his shifting is still fucked up (thank the mental illness for that) but he's got a slightly better handle on it, enough to look semi-human

Eyes have reverted back to brown but their lenses are tinted red anyways (often looks red)

The coat makes a comeback, edges are all fucked up from the explosion

That funky little overcoat/cloak/ect. got yoinked by Niki

Disheveled appearance meant to reflect her rancid ass mental state- namely the hair and the facial hair. Hair is grown out because she can't be bothered to cut it (you bet that shit is full of knots)

Nasty awful smeared eyeshadow as a treat <3 (I just think he deserves to be a little cunty yk?)

Got a little tired near the end here which is why the points got a bit sloppy, maybe I'll add more at a later date who knows. If you made it this far I hope you at least enjoyed reading all of this :>

[trashmouth-richie]

eddie x reader

a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell

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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.

“we need to talk.” the conversation we’ve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds

“We need to talk.”

Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered. 

Play dumb! It’ll work! 

“I , m-mean, now?— like right now? You have cum- company! a guest— we can talk later, yeah?” 

The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your arms— you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose.  

“Why are you being so weird?” He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest. 

The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.

“… besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she left—”

Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, “she left? Why?” 

Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he can’t believe you’re being so stupid. 

“Cut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?” 

The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddie’s eyes into yours.

“Well?” he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak.  

Play dumb— it’s working! 

“Well what?” you muse innocently. 

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzled—dead at the door. 

“I—”

“Forget how to knock?” 

“No—”

“Suuuure, you just thought you’d what? Barge in, ignoring our code?” 

“I didn’t—-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!”

“That’s not how water bills work.”

You stand stunned— mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.

“It’s the water heater for this shitheap building that’s out— if you don’t believe that I paid the bill—call the water company yourself.” 

“…oh.” your voice is small, quiet almost unheard. 

“Wow, really great apology.” 

“Oh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldn’t be so uptight.” 

Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.

“Ya know… I didn’t say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldn’t undo the knots— did I? Nope—not a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!”

You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?

“That was different!” 

“Or the multiple times I caught the fuckin’ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!” 

Your jaw hung to the floor, you didn’t know Eddie had any idea that you’d been sleeping with Hopper. 

“So? What—we’re just airing out dirty laundry now?” you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike. 

“How many months did you try gettin’ into Mary’s pants before you dumped her because she’s married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!”

His face pulls to anger, “don’t be a bitch!” 

“And where’s Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe it’s because you ran over his d—.” 

“That was an accident! I honked and he never moved!” 

“He was deaf Eddie!” you yell back into his face, “or! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?” 

“That was YOU!” 

The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didn’t even matter. Eddie had your back and you’d have his until the end. Cradle to the grave. 

But this was different, you weren’t fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain. 

He’s the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.

“When my door is shut don’t open it—turn your ass around and fuck off, got it?” 

His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes. 

“Sorry to bother you, asshole— won’t happen again.”

He’s on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes. 

Why were you acting like this? 

Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldn’t hear your wailing cries. But again— when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed. 

“Move.”

He brushes you off as if he didn’t even hear you, “enough.”

“Eddie, get out of the way!” 

“Do you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?” How long 

I’ve waited for you to admit it?” 

He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside. 

“Admit what?”

“C’mon, baby— we haven’t been friends for a long time, not really.” 

You’re confused and on the verge of tears, “what?!”

Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.

 “Those douchebags you bring here can’t handle you the way I know you need…coming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.”

“Who gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.”

You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head. 

“Never satisfied when they leave…that little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.”

You were throbbing, aching… how did he know? 

He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.

“I—”

“Pretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leave…‘m not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purpose— parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra… you’re a tease.” 

He wasn’t right. He couldn’t be! Right?

“I hate you, Eddie.” 

He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face. 

“No— No I don’t think you do. I think you’re so fucking wound up about me, jealous... It’s alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so you’ll get out of my head.”

He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head. 

“I fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesn’t work.. you’ve made me jealous for too fucking long.”

Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on. 

“H-how long?”

His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.

“Senior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeff’s stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.”

You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, “why not say anything?”

“Didn’t wanna ruin this.” 

His lips nearly touch yours, he’s leaning in so close. And you don’t pull away. 

“I think it’s pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.” 

“I hate you, too sweetheart.” 

The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire. 

“So, we hate each other?”

“Yep.” Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck. 

“…and we aren’t friends?” 

He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, “seems to be that way.” 

“You’ve ruined everything.”

“Good,” he all but whispers into your ear. 

“..a perfectly good pair of underwear.” 

His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. “Can’t have that.” 

“No, not at all,” you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.

He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes. 

“I’m gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.” 

Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, “what are you waiting for?” 

He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, “nothing, not anymore.”

His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over. 

Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.” 

His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain. 

He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and you’re mewling, his rings stinging your skin. 

Your lips close to his ear you whisper “Eddie… please.”

He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck. 

“You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.”

His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs.  “Let me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.” 

You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. “Jesus Christ, look how pretty she is, ‘m gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.” 

You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning. 

His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.

A single flick of his tongue— that’s all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hell’s worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke. 

He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, “don’t ask me to stop.” 

Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body. 

When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, “keep ‘em put.” 

The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, “jesus, you’re tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.” 

He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second that’s easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.

His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name. 

“Thatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.” 

Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy you’ve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.

“Fuck off Munson,” you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.

“What?” he laughs.

“Just keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.”

His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, “that’s not all I can do.” 

He’s on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. “Can’t go back after this.” 

“Oh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?” 

He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, “what happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?” 

You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, “fuck…met a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.”

He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.

“Don’t.. shit… don’t do that, I won’t last. Those noises haunt me… been wanting to hear them.”

He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck. 

“There it is, the noise that started this whole mess.” 

He grins into you stupidly, “I’m glad you’re perverted plan worked, you little hussy.” 

His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. “Water heaters’ been out since last week, ‘m not stupid babe, you’re the one who called and asked.” 

“Whoops— oh my goddd,” you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears. 

The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulder— completely spent. 

His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length. 

“Princess,” he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, “if you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, y’know?” 

You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets. 

“Well maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.”  

Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, “come with me to fix it?” 

“Hmm..” fingers moving his hair behind his ear, “you gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?” 

“Slutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?” his lips move down your neck and you whimper. 

“Maybe…” you tease tickling his underarm, “so if I wouldn’t have barged into your room… what else would you have done?” 

Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to “break” the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so you’d have to come to him for warmth. 

“Let’s just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.” 

steve tied up in readers room

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[soobsim]

I've just read nerdy beomgyu fic and GIRLLLLLL you're so talented jskdhdks idk if you're open to make a part 2 but here's a lil suggestion : after that day reader and beomgyu start doing sexual activities multiple whenever you go over to his house or making out in empty classesduring lunch breaks. But you never actually had sex, and while beomgyu is feeling ecstatic that he's finally getting his fantasies fulfilled he wants to be yours and to make the whole thing exclusive. One day he decides to ask you out but his heart gets broken once he overhears someone says that you're dating another classmate ( a false rumour ) after that you notice that beomgyu is avoiding you and stopped talking to you and this kept going for 2 weeks and during that time you realize that you actually really like beomgyu, so you go to his house to get an explanation for his weird behavior and that man is so pathetic that when you asked him what was wrong he starts crying and confessing how he is so in love with you he couldn't stand the idea of you being with someone else so you make it up to him by giving him the real thing after that you finally agree to be his girlfriend. Sorry if this is too much but i just really loved the fic i really want you to write a 2nd part 🧎‍♀️

(awww tysm <3 and no, it's not too much to ask, you're good. motive pt. 1 here.)

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[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, virgin!beomgyu x fem!reader, submissive and jealous beomgyu, situationship/fwb to lovers, angst, fluff, slow and soft sex (his first time), beomgyu is SO sensitive..he comes twice] wc: 2,649

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beomgyu was basically walking on clouds ever since the day you read his diary and brought one of his fantasies to life, two months ago. because, it didn't stop there.

he was so upset, thinking it was just a one time thing, until you pulled him inside an empty classroom the very next morning. you, yourself were so hooked to him, to the way he was so into you.

at first, it was just about exploiting the fact that beomgyu had such a major crush on you. it was just about enjoying how soft his lips were, or how he'd get so easily worked up for you, or how obsessed he was with pleasing you.

it started off as makeouts in empty classes, going over to either his or your place and touching each other, feeling each other up with your clothes still on. it even went as far as you teaching him how to finger you. safe to say, he's a fast learner.

but, you hadn't had sex with him yet.

beomgyu didn't mind that. he was satisfied with the fact that you even entertained him. actually, he liked that you both hadn't gone all the way, wanting it to be more meaningful and intimate when you do sleep together—after he had asked you out, which he planned to do very soon.

that was until he heard two of the girls from your circle discussing about your alleged dates with another guy from your class, who he knew you were close with. beomgyu had seen you with him quite often, which only made it difficult for him to ignore the conversation.

it hit beomgyu like a truck, the realisation that he was actually not satisfied with just this. he wanted you, for himself, not just for sneaky and secretive makeouts.

the news about you dating the infamously cool keeho, who literally everyone shipped you with, shattered his confidence. and heart.

it was worse because he had finally gathered some courage to ask you out that weekend.

so, he started pulling away, making excuses whenever you asked to see him, or asked if you could come over, or if he could come over. it was a defense mechanism, though, it did nothing to stop him from crying during the nights.

you knew beomgyu was a virgin, and as much as it tempted you to taint his innocence, you had grown to care for him. you did not want to use him, which only meant one thing: this was starting to turn into something more than just about messing around.

which is why, when you noticed the sudden distance from beomgyu's end, you got worried. confused too, yes, but more worried than anything else.

you tapped your foot against the floor, your hands stuffed inside your hoodie's pockets as you waited for beomgyu to open the door.

he wouldn't respond to your texts since last night, so you decided to show up unannounced, almost restless to see him again. the entire situation only opened your eyes, that you weren't simply attracted to beomgyu physically, you liked him too. alot.

beomgyu opened the door a few seconds later, pausing when he saw you. "y/n...? what are you..uh, why are you here?" he asked, hesitating to open the door any further.

you could see the way he was reluctant to even open the door for you, and it stung. you didn't let it show on your face though.

"because you haven't replied to my texts for over twenty hours," you didn't like how that sounded a little desperate, but you didn't really care. you just wanted to figure out what was wrong.

beomgyu blinked, not expecting that to bother you as much. "i just..haven't checked my phone. i was busy." he lied, biting his inner cheek.

you furrowed your brows, "busy? with what?" you asked with an impatient edge to your words.

"i'm not obliged to tell you everything." beomgyu spoke, the frustration clear in his voice.

you opened your mouth but couldn't say anything, because he wasn't wrong. you guys weren't technically anything. he didn't owe you an explanation.

your shoulders sagged a little, "you don't, but maybe i just wanna know. you've been avoiding me, and i don't like that." you huffed, equally frustrated.

beomgyu swallowed thickly and looked down at the floor, hating how his heart still fluttered at that. at the thought that maybe you did care.

"i don't think you'll need my attention all that much now, anyway." he scoffed rather sadly. his eyes burned a little, the voice that's been telling him that you only did stuff with him because you pitied him for how much he liked you, crawling it's way back.

your confusion only grew at his vague words, "what's that even supposed to mean, beomgyu? stop talking in code language." your voice was quiet, but it still echoed through the hallway.

beomgyu inhaled shakily and looked up at you, his eyes now starting to tear up. "you know how much i-i like you. you know everything, y/n. i've been so..in love with you for the last three years, and you knew that." his voice cracked, your heart clenching at his pained confession.

"and, yet..you're dating someone else, despite everything we've done." a sob broke out of his throat, tears now running down his cheeks.

what? your brows furrowed further when he said that, because you weren't dating anybody. if anything, you couldn't, ever since you first rode beomgyu's lap.

a beat of silence lingered between you two, before you gently pushed beomgyu inside his own apartment and walked in yourself, closing the door behind you.

beomgyu almost protested, but froze when you tugged him by his sweatshirt's collar and kissed him. his words dissolved in his mouth and he just stood still for a second, before he tilted his head and dove right in to kiss you back.

his lips moved eagerly against yours, his tears slipping down and landing between your lips when you pried his mouth open and deepend the kiss.

the awareness that he was crying hit you again and you pulled away, "how can you possibly believe that, despite everything we've done?" you repeated his words back to him, your voice softer than it has ever been.

beomgyu's eyes flickered with a sense of anticipation and uncertainity. "what do you mean? everyone is talking about you...dating keeho." he sniffled.

oh.

a chuckle escaped your lips and you let your forehead fall on beomgyu's shoulder, that were quite broad for his soft personality.

"and, you just blindly believed it? is that why you've been acting so distant?" you asked, noticing how beomgyu heart beats faster as your head rests on his shoulder.

beomgyu's face heats up in embarrassment and he stays silent, registering the fact it was a baseless rumour.

you lifted your head to look at him again, "you're so naive, it hurts sometimes." you mumble under your breathe, your tone endeared. the puppy-like look on his face didn't help, only tugging at your heart harder.

beomgyu meets your eyes with a shy gaze again, "so, you're..not dating him?" he asked, his glossy eyes now hopeful.

you smiled, "no, idiot. i can't possibly date anyone else after having a taste of you." you blurt out, not wanting to deny your own feelings for the boy anymore.

beomgyu's breathe stuttered and he barely thought it through, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you again.

he was more enthusiastic this time, his tongue hungrily searching for yours as he lifted you a little off the ground. beomgyu was suprisingly quite strong, so you took the hint and hooked your legs around his hips.

your fingers ran through his hair as your tongue danced with his, your body growing hotter under your hoodie when beomgyu started blindly walking to his bedroom.

he didn't break the kiss until he lowered you onto the bed, only for his lips to start moving down your jaw and under your chin. "i've wanted this for so long, y/n. i've wanted you for so long." he confessed quietly as his body hovered on top of yours.

you let your head fall back against the mattress, arms loosely wrapped around his neck while he sucked a hickey on your neck.

"i know," you breathed out, "and, you can have me now." you indirectly told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

beomgyu paused and brought his head up to look at you again, "all to myself?" he asked—no, pleaded.

god, he was adorable.

"all to yourself, baby." you confirmed and he shivered at the way you called him baby, before he kissed you yet again, like he was addicted to your lips and mouth. all of you.

beomgyu's hands held onto your thighs, keeping them apart so he can grind the bulge in his sweatpants against your jeans. he whimpered against your tongue, a sound that you had grown obsessed with over the last two months.

your hands ran down his sides and grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt, slowly pulling it up and off his body. his lean, impressively toned upperbody was now naked, his chest heaving as he watched the way your eyes ran over his body.

beomgyu's skin heated up as he too reached for the end of your hoodie, "can i fuck you?" he asked in the sweetest way possible as he pulled your hoodie above your head and threw it somewhere on the floor.

he leaned down and kissed between your tits, his mouth against the cleavage peeking through the bra. you sighed softly, clinging onto his hair as he dragged his tongue along the edge of your bra, barely able to answer his question.

"let me fuck you. please, y/n." he pleaded, rubbing his boner against your clothed heat as he unhooked the clasp of your bra so your upperbody was naked as well.

you shuddered underneath him, "i want you to fuck me, beomgyu. stop asking." you exhaled and watched how he planted another hickey on top of your right breast.

beomgyu didn't need you to repeat yourself, his hands immediately working on the buttons of your jeans and impatiently taking them off. your panties followed, and his fingers reached up to rub your clit with practiced familiarity.

he had fingered you before, following every direction you gave him. except, this time, he didn't need your instructions. he pushed his middle finger inside your wet cunt, biting his bottom lip as he felt your walls clench and unclench around it.

you let out a quiet moan, laying your naked body back and letting him continue at his pace. his eyes took in the sight of you, splayed out on his bed, completely naked, with two of his fingers inside you now.

beomgyu was bound to get impartient, pulling his fingers out after a few pumps and standing up. he eagerly tugged at the string of his sweatpants and slid them off his hips with his boxers, before reaching for the bedside drawer for a condom.

he brought the foiled wrapper between his teeth and tore it, wrapping the elastic around the head of his hardened cock and sliding it on.

you watched him intently as he crawled back on top of you, hooking an arm under your thigh and lifting it to make room for himself. his other hand rested on the side of your head, his elbow digging into the bed and he lowered himself on top of you again.

you'd be lying if you said it didn't surprise you, his forwardness. "who taught you that?" you chuckled as he lined his tip against your hole.

beomgyu looked up at you and smiled shyly, his cheeks tinging with a hint of pink. "you. everytime i fantasized about this, this is how i imagined it." he murmured, "am i doing something wrong?" he asked quietly.

you shook your head, finding his innocence so damn cute. one of your hands reached between both of your bodies and wrapped around his thick member. "no, baby. you're doing so well already." you said and stroked his cheek with your thumb, slowly guiding his dick inside you.

beomgyu moaned the moment he felt your warm folds welcome him, with much resistance. "f-fuck, oh god." his voice was like a prayer, burying his head against your neck as he slid his hips foward.

you moaned as well, feeling yourself tighten around his cock as he halted halfway. "you can move, baby." you assured him, and that was all he needed to hear.

he dragged his hips back and pushed in again, this time a little deeper. "beomgyu," you groaned, both your hands now clinging to his shoulders.

beomgyu hummed against your neck, pressing butterfly kisses to distract himself, so he doesn't come right away. "i don't think i'll last at all." he mewled, slowly thrusting his hips again and feeling unbearably shy about his lack of self control.

it was too much for his sensitive self, the feeling of your pussy wrapped so thightly around his very aroused member. he was already leaking.

your lips curled up into a fond smile, loving how weak he was in your hold, like putty. "that's alright. you can cum if it's too much, you don't need to hold back." you coax, running a hand through his hair as his length rubbed up your walls again.

it felt heavenly, despite how slow his thrusts were, they felt so amazing. beomgyu shivered, your words of approval being the cause of his undoing.

he came so hard, the condom almost slipped off his dick. "y/n, fuck." he whined, his body trembling on top of you. he didn't stop there, though, given that he was still half-hard.

beomgyu didn't bother to fix the condom to sit on his cock better, he simply bucked his hips again.

you licked your lips, your chest heaving as he continued fucking you slow. "this feels like a dream," beomgyu panted against your neck, his hips stuttering everything you clench around him.

"you're my dream, y/n." he kissed your neck again, holding himself up on one elbow while the other one took ahold of your hand. his words warmed your heart, to know that he thinks of you that highly.

beomgyu laced his fingers with yours, pressing them down into the mattress as he shoves himself inside you harder. you gasped when his tip slammed into your sweet spot, your entire body shuddering at how good it feels.

he's smart enough to catch onto that, aiming for the same spot again. "does it feel good?" he asks, ever so politely. "tell me it feel good, y/n." he whimpered, desperate to please you.

you nod mindlessly, your stomach starting to twist in pleasure as he slams himself against your sweet spot with every thrust that follows. "yes, baby. you're...doing such a good job." you breathed out shakily, feeling your own climax approaching fast.

your praises only encourage beomgyu, moaning into your hair as he pumps into you repeatedly. "please, cum with me this time, y/n." he whispered, his cock twitching inside you when your walls squeeze around him.

you moaned louder and throw your head back, your orgasm washing you over like a high tide. beomgyu lets out a satisfied sigh, more in relief, as he comes again as well.

the room falls silent for a moment, the only sound being the two of you gasping for air.

"does this mean you'll be my girlfriend now?" beomgyu breaks the silence, his voice tired and heavy.

you can't help the laugh that escapes your lungs at his innocent question. "i am, baby. i'll be your girlfriend." you bring his head up to face you again.

beomgyu smiles sweetly, and so wide, before he leaned down to kiss your lips again. "just mine."

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(this reminded me of my wattpad days, sheeesh)

[pedriache]

You got an Arda request about them having a fight and he is sleeping on the couch.

Can you write something with Kenan? Maybe a lil bit different just Kenan being more like a 'baby' and at first he is like you can sleep here but i'm not gonna cuddle and she is trying to open his arms and then he just giving in and cuddle with her

Count to five — Kenan Yildiz.

Pairing: Kenan Yildiz x Gn!Reader

Summary: Though you and Kenan had just argued a few moments prior, you can’t sleep alone. The problem was, Kenan was being… difficult.

Word count: 510

Disclaimer/s: Angst to happy ending.

A/N: Hope this works idk

The darkness of your bedroom was all consuming. You had been tossing and turning for well over an hour by now. The empty bed, besides your cold body, was unsettling. Never in the two years you’d been dating Kenan had you slept alone knowing he was only twenty feet away. It was weird and uncomfortable.

Turning onto your left side, you stare at the white door a few feet away, contemplating. You were still pissed off at Kenan. The argument still very fresh in your mind, but was that a reason to lose sleep?

Just count to five. Chill the hell out.

One… Two… Three… Four..

Slipping out of the bed sheets, you tug on a pair of socks before padding your way through the door and toward the living room. You find your boyfriend sprawled out on the sofa, tousled hair and a pout on his lips. You smile at the sight before flattening it. You were still supposed to be mad.

Five.

Slipping to your knees beside the couch, you gently shake his shoulders. “Kenan.” You hiss, “Babe. Wake up.”

Kenan groans, eyes fluttering open to land on you. “What?” He huffs, narrowing his gaze onto you, concern hidden deep beneath them.

“I can’t sleep.” You sigh, “scoot over.”

Your boyfriend lets out a humorless laugh, “you’re joking?” But he examines your face, eyebrow quirking at the seriousness you depicted.

“Do I look like i’m joking?” You scoff, “scootch.”

Kenan rolls his eyes, doing as told. He makes just enough space for you to get comfortable. Instinctively, your arm comes up to wrap around his torso, but Kenan is quick to shift away. You gasp, “excuse you?”

“No. No, cuddling.” He wags his finger at you, taking your wrist and resting your arm back around your own stomach.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you pinch your lips together. “Don’t be difficult. This is literally why our argument started.” Oh.. bad idea to bring that up..

Kenan instantly stiffens, crossing his arms together. “Hey, it’s not my fault you—“

“Kenan.” You grumble, reaching for his arms and prying them apart. “Let’s talk about this in the morning, yeah?”

Taking a long breath of air, Kenan gives in. He lets you wrap his arms around your waist and your head on his shoulder. “You better not throw us off the couch with your moving.”

“I am not a mover?” You lift your head off his shoulder, coming face to face with your boyfriend. His teeth shine through an amused grin on his lips.

“Yes, you most certainly are.” He argues, his eyes flickering to your lips teasingly.

Huffing out an annoyed breath of air, your watch his gaze shifting between your eyes and lips. “Take it back, and i’ll contemplate a kiss.”

Kenan thinks for a minute, “I suppose i’ll take it back.” He tilts his head to the side, “so..”

“Suppose?” You laugh, “yeah, no. Good night.”

The brunette frowns, “okay. I take it back! I do!” You grin triumphantly, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[solshii]

notes to follow up from my last post<333

After YQY’s transformation into an alicorn, he was taught how to use his magic and flight by mostly his shizun, Qiong Ding peers and fellow head disciples.

LQG was the pegasus who helped him with his flight skills the most, though SQH was better at helping him grasp the basics of flight

Something about the basics already being second nature to LQG so he finds it difficult to convey the concept, while SQH is normally a weak flier who often gets winglocked (like Fluttershy) so he knows many ways to make the basics make sense .iykwim

I actually chose that weak flier who gets winglocked trait for SQH because I felt like it would make the Moshang Maigu Ridge scene cooler + it fits the flighty persona he has I guess ahah

Zui Xian head disciple is also a pegasus but was barred from teaching YQY because they weren’t gonna “teach the future sect leader to fly like a drunk”

YQY does give that ribbon to SJ as his first gift 🙂‍↕️ And if SJ noticed that it’s the same shade as his own magic then he didn’t say anything

Honestly I can’t figure out how to draw unicorn magic in a way that I like so for now it’ll just be represented via sparkles

Fun design detail ponies usually have one colour for their magic but YQY has two because I love that guy

Yes Bingqiu do tend to hook their horns together whenever they nuzzle<33 It’s like their pony equivalent of hand holding and/or hugging lol

More of an ‘on the whim idea w/o a solid reason’ I had while I was designing YQY, but the star shaped mark on his chest is more like a scar than his natural coat pattern. That’s why in the little ‘flashback’ Yue Qi doesn’t have it

The potential reason that I bullshitted at the time was because he was turned into an alicorn earlier than he should’ve been as his shizun’s attempt to stabilise his qi in the Caves or some kinda reason to that degree 💀💀💀 on top of the whole soul-bonding thing with Xuan Su too

Yk how in Twilight’s alicornification a weird blob thingamabob came out of her chest

Yeah idk bro was really going through it

Sorry YQY

It would be pretty sick cutie mark symbolism though cause I did imagine YQY getting his cutie mark in the Lingxi Caves and if you read my last note dump then you’d have read I had plans of using broken chains in its design

I clearly hate this man but it’s just a tentative idea rn

Behind SJ’s cracked horn (TW: Abuse (read: Qiu Jianluo)) I imagine receiving abuse as a foal often resulted in strong magic surges from him (kinda like qi deviations but for unicorn magic) and out of fear QJL would inflict pain to his horn or use some kind of blocker to stop and permanently damage his magic

I entertained the idea of his horn being fully broken off in the first place but Wu Yanzi probably saw a use in his unicorn magic, so he could’ve restored his horn as best he can using backwater cultivation and magic methods lol

Bingge does snap off his horn on top of his limbs in PIDW tho

So yeah while he’s still able to use his magic he can’t control it with the same proficiency as he used to

I think the horn guards he wears, atop of hiding the scars/cracks, are probably made with engraved arrays that help to stabilise his unicorn magic

And the horn guards are probably like a status and wealth symbol too in the same way nail guards are, so it does feel a bit gaudy for SQQ to walk around with it all of the time as if he’s flaunting it

[howiswhatawhy]

touch tank - Bucky Barnes x reader

Note: My first first first ever fic that I wrote. Not proofread so I apologize for any mistakes that I made. I just recently got back into my Bucky era and started listening to my bucky playlist again and I was like touch tank is such a bucky song, so I decided to write this fic. Feedbacks are greatly appreciated. Word count: 1.7k Pairing: soft! Bucky x reader (mutual pining/idiots in love trope)

Summary: Bucky comforts you after a bad date. Warnings: a little angst, implied smut(?), soft bucky being a simp, bucky and reader both being idiots. I wrote this during class so idk how it turned out tbh. The playlist in question:

Cancelled a hot hipster threesome for you

‘Cause I preach a freedom, but you’re a fucking great excuse

Bucky is trying to make you late for your date again. Well, in all honesty, he’s trying to get you to skip your date completely and just spend time with him. Why are you wasting your time with these useless boys anyways? It’s not like they know how to treat you like Bucky does.

“Buck, you know I can’t just make up an excuse again. It’s like the hundredth time you suddenly have ‘something important’ when I have a date.” You’re not trying to call Bucky a liar, but the last time he said he had something important and he needs you to be there, it ended up just being him needing to buy cat treats for Alpine. You love Alpine, but couldn’t he just wait until after your date?

“But, doll, I really need you to be there. Please?” And it’s true, Bucky needs you to be there. In fact, Bucky needs you to be everywhere. He’s pretty sure you’re the sole reason he’s breathing at this point. “C’mon baby,”

Well, how can you really say no when he’s calling you baby and making your head spin while looking at you with his pleading eyes? You didn’t really care about your date in the first place, Isaac or Isaiah or whatever his name was. You’re just trying to get your mind off Bucky. Which is proven to be difficult when he’s practically begging you to spend time with him. It’s not like you want to say no to him at all, so you sighed and said “fine…” and Bucky just lights up, He grins and kisses your cheek while you said, “But this is the last time, James.”

“Yes, I promise.” Though, you both know it wasn’t true.

—-

Plus I’d rather get naked and swim in your blow-up pool

And dry our dolphin bodies off and question your tattoos

You’re lying on his chest and playing with his dog tags. He’s brushing your hair and murmuring something you can barely hear. You’re pretty sure he’s talking about how this is so much better than your planned date, which is true, but you’re too hazy and warm to care about it.

The scars on his chest are scattered like the constellation in the night sky. You wonder who on this god damned Earth would do something so cruel and inhumane to someone. You wonder why couldn’t there be someone to protect him from all this pain. You wonder if it still hurts, not physically, but if the memory still haunts him. You wonder about a lot of things. Most of all, you wonder how does one carry so much baggage and still have the power to be as gentle as him? 

So you asked, “Tell me about your scars.” and he does. 

—-

You took my breath away

So now I can’t suck in my stomach around you anymore

It turns out Bucky was right to make you skip all those dates before. Boys suck. They don’t know a thing about how to talk to women. Isaiah certainly didn’t. 

Your date had gone terribly with Isaiah. He told you that you were too attached to the ‘Winter Soldier’. Said it was weird that you’re always there when he has a breakdown, like you’re his babysitter or something. So you defended Bucky. You said he’s not a burden, he’s your friend.

He’s someone who’s been through hell and still chooses to fight to be good. And he means a lot to you. Not because he needs you, but because you need him, too.

Turns out, Isaiah wasn’t too happy about you talking back to him, so he screamed and shouted. Right there in the middle of the restaurant, like a tantrum in adult form. 

People stared. You were humiliated. 

Isaiah said you were obsessed. That you were "too emotional," "too much," and so you slapped him. That’s when he snapped. Called you an attention whore who doesn’t deserve anything good. Loud enough for the next table to hear. Loud enough that the waiter stopped mid-step, unsure if they should step in. And you just walked out.

You didn’t go home after the restaurant. You didn’t want silence. Didn’t want to sit with Isaiah’s words echoing in your head like they meant anything. So you went to Bucky’s. You didn’t text first. You just showed up. And when he opened the door and saw your face, he didn’t ask any questions. Didn’t need to. He pulled you into his arms and you stayed there for a while.

“Bucky,” you sobbed out. He held you tighter, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other wrapped firmly around your waist like he could shield you from everything that had ever hurt you.

“I'm here,” he murmured into your hair. “I got you.”

There’s something so comforting about him. Something you can’t really put your finger on. Maybe it’s the way he doesn’t rush you. Maybe it’s how he holds tension in his body like a soldier still expecting the worst, and yet when it comes to you, he softens. It’s the way that Bucky, through all his callouses and rough edges, is still a soft and warm place you consider home.

You tell Bucky everything. From the way Isaiah looked at you like your kindness was embarrassing. The way his words turned from cold to cruel so fast it made your head spin. How he mocked your connection to Bucky and called it strange, needy, pathetic. How he made you feel like loving deeply was a flaw.

You don’t say it all in a straight line. It slips out between shallow breaths and long silences. Half-finished sentences. Broken-off thoughts. But Bucky listens like it’s a map. Like he can trace every pause, every shake in your voice, and still understand exactly where it hurts.

“He’s a jackass, doll.” were the first words that came out of Bucky’s mouth. And somehow, despite everything, it made you laugh. Because it’s true, Isaiah is a grade-A asshole. Bucky’s whole demeanor softened at the sound of your laugh. He continued, “He doesn’t deserve you at all,” You just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to say his next words, hoping it’s finally going to be the words you’ve waited him to say all these years. 

“Not even a conversation. Let alone your time. Let alone your heart.”

You looked down, blinking fast, because it hit harder than you expected. Not just the truth of it, but the fact that Bucky meant it. He wasn’t trying to comfort you with sweet nothings. He was telling you the truth like he always did. “I mean it,” he added, voice steady. “You give a damn. You care. And that’s not weakness. That’s not something you apologize for.”

His fingers brushed yours, light, careful. “But if anyone ever makes you feel like it is,” he said, “you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

You nodded once. Barely. Then looked up at him. And you realized that your lips are only inches away. Your breath hitched. You gazed to his lips. And for a moment, neither of you moved.

Bucky’s eyes searched yours, like he was asking a question without speaking. Like he was waiting for a sign, a shift, a breath, anything to tell him he wasn’t reading this wrong.

And maybe it was the way your hand curled gently around his. Or the way your gaze didn’t drop this time. Or maybe he just finally stopped holding back. So he leaned in, slowly, like he didn’t want to startle the moment into disappearing. And when his lips touched yours, it wasn’t a crash. It was a beginning. Soft. Certain. Like he’d been carrying the shape of this kiss inside him for a long time, and now he was finally setting it free. You sighed into it, instinctively leaning closer. His hand rose to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing just beneath your cheekbone, grounding you both in the present, in the realness of it. His lips moved against yours like he was learning them, like he already knew them.

“I’ve wanted this for so damn long,” he whispered, almost like a confession. And with him this close, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Finally,” you whispered back. He chuckled, low and warm. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Took me long enough.”

—

We're too old to live with our parents

Do you wanna wake up to me every morning?

You wake up to an unfamiliar warmth beside you. The soft rise and fall of Bucky’s chest. The gentle rhythm of his breathing. His arm sprawled across the bed, his fingers just brushing your side as if he didn’t want to move but was still connected to you somehow.

For a few seconds, the world outside the room didn’t matter. It was just the quiet of morning, the feeling of his presence, and the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the blinds.

Your eyes are puffy from all the crying you did last night, but the event that caused it was already long forgotten. Truth be told, if going to one bad date was all it took to get you and Bucky together, you would’ve done it a long time ago. Bucky stirs, making you stop your train of thoughts, and his eyes flicker open slowly. "Morning," he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep. There's a soft, almost nervous smile on your face as you meet his eyes. That same warmth you’d felt the night before, the one that settled deep inside you, is still there. 

“I could really get used to this,” Bucky says, his voice still heavy with sleep. And you agree with him on that one. You also could get used to waking up to him. “Yeah?” you grin, unable to keep the giddiness from bubbling up. It was always hard to contain it around him, but now, more than ever, it feels like something you never want to stop feeling. “You wanna wake up to me every morning, huh?” You mean it as a joke, to tease him. Bucky’s gaze softens, and there’s a long pause before his lips curl into a small smile, his eyes meeting yours with warmth and sincerity. He doesn’t say anything at first, just tangles his fingers in your hair, brushing it behind your ear gently.

“I’d wake up to you every day, doll,” he murmurs, his voice low and sure. “If you’ll have me.”

—-

He's so pretty when he goes down on me

Gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry

He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be

So I think he wants to be gentle with me

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I don't know how to write smut so uhm yeah but just imagine Bucky looking so pretty when he goes down on you:) ahhh I love him so much<3 I might make other fics based on the songs from the playlist depending on how much you guys like this fic.

[ddarker-dreams]

BRILLIANT fucking idea: SR reader insinuating/offhandedly admitting… she has never been intimate. everyone hearing it like 🧍🏾‍♀️ how do you mean. idk j the flustered bashfulness of suddenly being like “wajt wait if im her bf ,,, im her first love”

SCREAMINGGGGG

[Scarlet Ribbons index]

Giorno

Giorno is a bit strange because he almost wishes he had a predecessor to analyze (and completely outshine). He isn’t disappointed per se, he’s not that weird, but having more study material never hurts. Positive relationships are foreign to him, since he’s been distant from others most of his life. He got along with people well enough — he just preferred his own company. Now that he’s had a taste of your company, he’s keen on making it a lifelong occurrence. Overhearing this admission has him wondering if traditional courting methods don’t do much for you. Or, more realistically, that they go over your pretty head. He's witnessed you interpreting the gang's flirtations as platonic. Consequently, he gives considerable thought to ensuring this isn't a fate that befalls him. Corny as it sounds, his new dream is to stand beside you as your husband. He's chasing this goal without abandon.

Bruno

Bruno feels immensely guilty for eavesdropping on a conversation involving something so personal, but he couldn't help himself. An immense weight feels like it's been lifted from his shoulders upon learning you haven't gotten romantically involved with anyone before. This relief is followed up with sharp self-condemnation — as your leader, he shouldn't get involved with your personal affairs. Maintaining any professional distance is difficult though, especially when you're so likable. People are naturally drawn to you and he's no different. That's why this revelation comes as a surprise, albeit a good one. He tells himself he'd be happy for you if you loved someone else... however, deep down, he knows the regret would eat him alive. He struggles to concentrate the rest of the day. His mind keeps wandering back to thoughts of you, specifically, finding solace in one another’s warmth. The most innocent thoughts make his heart flutter, the man is smitten.

Fugo

Fugo almost renounces his atheism — perhaps there is a God after all. Then he's reminded that you're completely out of his league, submersing him back into the Nietzsche headspace. His self-esteem isn't the best, so the way he looks at it is if no one else was good enough to catch your attention, what chance did he have? It's a miracle you even put him with him. He's blunt, stubborn, and easy to agitate, yet you're one of the few people alive who don't treat him like a ticking time bomb. When his initial pessimism dies down, he fantasizes about you getting flustered by things like a first kiss. It's a cute mental image. Would you fidget? Accidentally bump heads and apologize? Get sweaty palms? Before he knows it, he's invented an entire storyline in his head. It's mushy enough that he struggles to look you in the eye the next time he sees you.

Mista

Mista pretends he knew it all along, as if the Pistols hadn't kept him awake multiple nights, speculating over your relationship status. The little fellas held full-blown debates. Since he's a chill, go-with-the-flow type of guy, he wouldn't have turned green with envy had he learned you former lovers. If they brought you happiness, who is he to hold it against them? Regardless, he can't deny his budding excitement. Should you reciprocate his feelings, you'll experience all your firsts with him. Those initial milestones are the moments that stick with people throughout their life. It's your first kiss in particular that he'd like to have for himself. He intends to sweep you off your feet — literally. It's got to be like those old Hollywood flicks he grew up watching, or what's the point?

Narancia

Narancia has to stop himself from audibly cheering. The multiple abandonments he underwent in the past has him latching onto the few people remaining in his life. This includes you, naturally. You've brought him so much joy, the risk of losing that, losing you, it's a fear that eats away at him. He worries that if you had exes, you might compare him to them and determine he's subpar. Then he'd be cast aside like trash as he had been multiple times before. These insecurities nourish his possessive tendencies. Learning that he has no exes to fend off is a great relief because he would've defended you viciously. It isn't until later that he daydreams over the more innocent implications, like being your first (and only!) boyfriend. He gets so preoccupied by the thought that he walks into a few walls.

Abbacchio

He's actually surprised to learn about this. He considers using Moody Blues so he can hear the entire conversation, but decides against it, believing it to be an intrusion of your privacy. Abbacchio's of the opinion that to maximize your happiness, you should find love outside of Passione. He wants that for you, and yet... his heart physically aches whenever the possibility crosses his mind. What's the alternative, then? Would he make for a suitable partner? He finds the mere possibility laughable. Your brightness would be engulfed by the gaping maw that is his existence. He considers this an empirical truth, not some 'woe is me' sentiment. Ultimately, anytime your love life (or lack of one) is brought up, he distracts himself, so as not to fixate on his shortcomings.