#just to pick ear bc like i guess i enjoy how earrings look nice w my outfit??
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here for my favourite pastime: being irrationally angry about random tumblr posts
#unfortunately i am very nosy so i need to know the results of polls immediately and therefore must vote#that “what is your best facial feature” poll with no see results option#with the caption 'if y'all want results you can find part of yourself to love and choose that'#actually made me feel INFINITELY worse about myself and my relationship w my own body than any see results option ever could!!#like going through the list up and down 14 times and not seeing anything i genuinely believe#just to pick ear bc like i guess i enjoy how earrings look nice w my outfit??#just to see the addition on that option as (weird flex but ok)#like fuck you!!!!! fake forced self love coupled with judgement!!!#sorry i hated it so much but had to stop myself from reblogging it with hate tags somehow lol#no offense to anyone who loved that poll though truly! <3
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Snitey my beloved<333, they are just so cute you don't understand.
They are blush but different font! Also academics dont have cars-why bc, bc-but enjoy this as almost done with all the ships kissing
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Today was the day. He was shaking with nerves the whole day. But he had one more period to do it. He just hoped it was gonna end up with a good outcome.
He catches Itey before he goes to his next class, "W-wanna go to the movies with me Friday night?"
Itey just blinks in surprise and then smiles at him. "Gladly. Would you... well where do you want to meet then?"
"I-I can pick you up!" Snitch says quickly
“That’ll be nice. Say seven?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Can’t wait! Bye Steven.” Itey waved.
Snitch waved back and watched as the pastel went to his next class. He did it. He couldn’t believe it.
Snitch pedal his bike to Itey's house. He stopped a few houses away and picked a few flowers from a random bush. Snitch felt bad he didn't have a car. But maybe Itey will understand. He didn’t think his parents would be out of town. Even then he doubted they would let him use it.
Snitch rang the doorbell and only waited for a few seconds till Itey opened the door. Itey wore a white dress with green vines as the pattern. A knitted sweater and some black flats with a white small purse. Snitch felt a blush heat his cheeks as he was only in black slacks and brown sweater with a balck blazer.
“Wow you look amazing.” He blurted out.
Itey blushed, “Well you look…good too.”
Snitch swallowed, his nerves coming back again. "Sorry we have to walk... I don't really have a car."
"It's okay! It's not that far to the movies, and like this we can talk more"
"Right," Snitch nods, then sees the flowers, "Oh this is for you."
Itey takes the flowers carefully, putting one behind his ear and one in his breast pocket. "Thank you. It means a lot." Itey smiled.
Snitch could have died right there and then but he had to finish the date. "Well I guess we shall be going." Snitch turns and holds out a hand for Itey, helping him down the stairs
Itey giggles and takes his hand, not letting go of it after swinging it between them. "Then, what movie did you want to see?"
"I thought we could see Moonlight," Snitch said as he looked at their hands intertwined.
"Oh my god! I was wanting to see that." Itey smiled brightly at him.
Snitch did the 'mistake' as to looking up and he felt his whole face turn red. Itey seemed so happy in that moment and he was glad he made him happy.
"Glad you want to see it too. I actually read the book and am excited to see how it is."
Itey's eyes seemed to sparkle even more. "I did too! I was so romantic." He sighed. "I hope they captured that well, I loved their relationship so much."
"Y-you like to read?" Snitch asked as excitement began to bubble up inside him.
"Of course! W-well, I just don't go out much and I guess, I'm just waiting for a prince to sweep me off of my feet and take me away." This time a nervous laugh and his hand gripping onto him more.
Snitch wants to say that he could be that prince but he thinks it might be a bit too early for that. "Well I am taking you away.", he jokes, not completely commiting to calling himself a prince.
"You are.", Itey laughs and blushes. "I'm glad you asked me out, I haven't really... been on dates before."
"How come? Anyone would be lucky to have a pretty boy with them." Snitch didn't think when he said how pretty he was.
“You-you think I'm pretty?" Itey turned his head as his eyes widened from the words.
Looking away because he felt himself blush, Snitch just said: "Yeah. Always thought you were, just... with the cliques and all..."
Itey swung their hands between them again. "Thank you. No one ever said I was pretty before. And the cliques... it's really sad we all couldn't be friends."
Snitch hoped they wouldn't become friends, become something more; "Well we can now! I mean don't you see how everyone is going with each other.”
"Yeah but most are turning out to be couples. I mean, I've talked to a few more people than just my cliques but, oh I don't know." Itey still held onto Snitch's hand but looked the other way.
"Would you not want to date someone else?" Snitch asked quietly, maybe he's been over his head. He should have just stayed quiet.
Itey tugged on his hand so he stopped walking. "I wanted to go with you, Snitch. I also hope we'll be friends, but I didn't say yes just because."
"Oh" Snitch looked to the ground again. "Then I hope I won't disappoint you." They started walking again. As if nothing was happening.
Itey then held his hand and walked backwards, facing him. "You won't. You're really sweet already."
"Well i-... “ He stops. “Sorry I never got a compliment before." Snitch looked at their hands again. "Thank you,"
This time Itey was surprised, "Well it's the truth! You're such a gentleman."
He was pretty sure he was blushing yet again. "Thank you, I just want you to have a good time. Even if I couldn't pick you up by car."
"You didn't have to! I'm having fun like this." Itey squeezed his hand and then walked the right way around again
"I'm glad." Snitch smiled at him. Around the corner came the movie theater and Iteys hand gripped Snitches with excitement. At the ticket booth Snitch paid for two tickets.
"Snitch you didn't have too."
"Well I just thought it would be nice."
"Then let me pay for the snacks at least, I'll feel bad otherwise." Snitch relented and let Itey buy two drinks and a big bag of popcorn, then they got into the theater, sitting in the last row almost in the middle. Itey had gone to hold Snitch's hand again as they waited, making him feel all warm inside.
As the movie began Snitch reached for some popcorn but brushed his hand against Itey, he pulled back a little and Itey laughed quietly as he went to grab some of his own. Snitch grabbed some popcorn trying to think of a way to calm down his heart. He just tried to focus on the movie but most of the time he looked over to Itey who looked happy.
Once back home Snitch kissed Itey on the cheek and watched as Itey closed the door. He turned to grab his bike and began to pedal down the street. “YES!” He yelled into empty streets. He did it! He couldn’t believe it. Snitch screamed again. Just full of happiness he couldn’t believe it was real.
After a few more dates Snitch still didn’t think it was real. Yet he was glad he got to spend time with Itey. Even shared numbers after the first date and continued to talk to him. Now they were at his house watching movies and cuddling a lot. Although neither complained.
Snitch wanted to kiss him on the lips but he didn’t want to without Itey being uncomfortable. Maybe he was gonna stop coming over after this night. Oh god what if he did?
Itey glanced at Snitch. His brow was full of worry. Itey wanted to kiss it away. He always wanted to kiss Snitchs pink lips. They looked soft and Itey wanted nothing more than to feel it on his own pale lips.
So he decided to. ‘Fuck it’ he thought. Itey grabbed Snitchs face gently and kissed him. He pulled back but Snitch chased after him, locking their lips together. Itey pushed him down on the bed and continued to kiss him forgetting about the movies. They had to break for air sadly but Snitch bit his lip.
“Are you sure…”
“More than sure.” Itey said with full confidence.
Snitch pulled him down for a kiss. Not thinking of anything other than just wanting to be here forever.
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people need to talk more about them istg but them! (@chaosfairy18)
#dont ask me what that kiss scene was#the more i re read it-#for some reason it was bad but im gonna keep it in??#just sobbing#newsies#92sies#1992 newsies#1992sies#newsies 1992#snitch newsies#itey newsies#snitey newsies
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DATING DRUIG WOULD INCLUDE...
pairing druig x fem!reader | wc 0.9k | requested ? yes | note he <3
• is the biggest flirt known to mankind
• now, ik we already are aware of that but JUST IN CASE YOU WEREN'T !!
• “you wanna kiss me so badly, don’t you?”
• teases you endlessly, both physically and verbally
• exhibit a - leans in as if he’s gonna kiss you and then looks down at you like you’re crazy because you’re just standing there waiting for his lips to fall on yours
• PLEASE I'M LAUGHING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT
• you’d open your eyes like 🙂 ??
• and druig would be the exact definition of 🤨
• exhibit b - “you have to stop doing that” “what?” “saying things that make me want to kiss you” *cue your face going hot and turning away with wide eyes*
• *sigh* the things he does to you (he's more aware of it than you are my dear)
• so, of course, he uses that to his advantage, much to your displeasure :')
• i don't think he's super big on pda, but, as seen in the movie, i think he'd hold you close, a hand on your waist, or even give you a quick kiss on the cheek when either of you has to leave for a period of time
• now, he may be a huge flirt and tease, BUT WHEN YOU DO IT BACK-
• mans has no clue how to act
• possibly the embodiment of 😶 and 🧍
• it’d just be a simple compliment too and he’d feel absolutely jittery inside
• like, you could be playing with his hands or something and say “your hands are really nice” with a small sigh and smile and he will somehow fall even more in love with you than he was five seconds ago
• okay back to him being a fucking flirt bc idk about you but i live for the oneshots and hc’s of him flirting/teasing the living shit out of the reader bc it makes me scream into my pillow before i continue reading 👍
• anyways. so in the scene in the flashback where he threatens to tell ajak abt makkari stealing the artifact ?? (praying to god i’m not just making something up rn)
• WELL
• let’s replace it w/ you two at a table in the corner, probably just sipping on something and talking when druig somehow turns the lovely conversation into him shamelessly flirting with you
• “i scratch and bite, i don’t need someone watching over me 24/7” you’d snap back at a random remark he made, taking a sip from your cup, sure there’s no way he could do more with that
• this mf deadass goes “you’ll crawl and beg too, darling”
• *chokes on drink*
• dw i did too it’s okay
• y’all need to start writing more smuts w him using mind control pls i am begging
• k sorry for the slight detour back to regular programming
• BUT THIS MAN IS SO SWEET
• when the two of you go on walks you bet your ass he’s the type of lover to randomly pick flowers and give them to you :(
• he’ll even do that whole cliche thing where he puts it behind your ear UGHHAVSUANAI
• oh my god he’d trace words on your back too
• like, when it’s the middle of the night (or even the morning) and you can’t sleep, he’d just talk to you and trace things with his finger ☹️☹️
• going off of that little scenario, that is most likely how he told you he loved you for the first time; you had to guess what he was saying and obv it was 'i love you'
• but but but HIS ACCENT !!!!! PLUS HIS VOICE WHEN HE’S SLEEPY !!!!! 💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳
• i could go on and on abt him, good lord
• alright onto the nsfw 😏 (guys i swear i use that emoji ironically)
• and i am apologizing in advance bc i am in fact a lesbian so the only things i am referencing while writing hetero sex are other nsfw ff’s bc i have no clue what im doing 💀
• n e way i think he’s a dom 100% no questions asked
• also prefers to give rather than receive, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy a good bj every once in awhile
• totally wouldn’t mind using his power on you (only if you consent to it tho !!)
• probs into overstimulation and toying with you - he enjoys the faces you make when he takes away your release 😩
• alright that’s honestly all i can say nsfw wise IM SORRY I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT IM DOING 😭
• but back to him being the best bf ever 🤲
• WOULD GIVE YOU RANDOM KISSES !!
• for example, when your busy and he suddenly craves your affection, he’d just walk up to you, wrap his arms around your middle, and press a kiss to your temple
• ugh the compulsory heterosexuality i have for this man ☝️☝️
• okay, best for last, but i also am a firm believer that he’s not afraid to flirt w you around others (even tho he’s not super big on pda)
�� i mean, he’s gotta let people know you're his somehow, right?
• oh OH OH HES REALLY BIG ON THE PET NAMES "doll," "dear," "love," "beautiful," and "darling" !!
• and has a thing for putting the word "my" in front of your name or whenever he's referring to you - he always makes sure to relate you back to him :')
#druig#druig x reader#druig x you#druig x female reader#druig x y/n#druig imagine#eternals druig#eternals x reader#marvel#mcu#mcu phase 4#mcu ff#eternals fanfiction#eternals ff#marvel oneshot
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horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe
where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy
ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.
so he says “good work today”
trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.
“yeah thx, you too”
n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.
“fuck not again.”
so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.
“i’ll just get it over with now”
with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.
“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”
so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.
“S-sensei!”
“how long have you been here?”
“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”
zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.
He’s gonna eat me alive!!
“u saw enough.”
zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.
“S-s-sensei?!”
childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.
“Sensei p-p-pls stop”
childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.
“F-Fuck Sensei!!”
he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.
“you’re already so hard for me childe….”
“S-s-sensei….”
childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.
“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”
it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.
“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”
“i never planned too”
He’s even hotter than i imagined
“childe….”
“w-w-what.”
“kiss me.”
n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.
“S-sensei….i want you….”
zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.
“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”
childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.
“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”
childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.
“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”
childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.
“good little slut.”
zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.
“turn around and suck”
zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!
��stop gawking at it n suck it!”
childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.
“keep going.”
childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.
“stick out ur tongue”
zhongli said panting slightly
“Fuck!”
and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.
“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”
zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.
“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”
childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.
“prostrate yourself for me again.”
and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.
“S-s-sensei it hurts…”
“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”
zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe
“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”
his fingers searched for that one g spot.
“where is it now….”
zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.
“found it.”
what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.
“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”
but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.
“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”
childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.
“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”
and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.
“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”
childe moaned out.
“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”
zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.
“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”
and with that childe came dropping to the floor.
“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”
zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.
“I’m gonna cum again…”
“n im gonna cum too….”
giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.
“ur still so hard for me.”
zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.
“lick it clean”
hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.
“good boy.”
zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.
“lets take a shower shall we?”
“t-t-together?”
“mhmm.”
and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)
(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)
ALT ENDING:
“good boy.”
zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed
“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”
diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.
“i’m just gonna-”
diluc said turning around.
“dont tell anyone diluc”
“i never planned too.”
diluc said walking out.
“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”
(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)
#childe x zhongli smut#zhongchi#zhongli x childe#childe x zhongli#zhongli x childe smut#zhongli x tartaglia smut#tartaglia#tartaglia x zhongli smut#zhongli smut#zhongli#tartaglia smut#zhongchi smut#childe smut#childe#genshin impact smut#my zhongchi smut collection
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Absolutely in LOVE with your idea that crew!Mack waters the plants in life support 💕
If you're feeling inspired could I ask for some hcs of Mack with a Captain who was originally a biologist/botanist (before they went to captain school lmao) and life support is their favorite room to hang out in bc of the plants? If you want more specifics maybe something with the Captain teaching Mack all about the plants? But anything is fine tbh I just think this is such a soft & sweet concept and would love to see more
i absolutely love this request! i myself love plants and things, so this was a lot of fun to write :] (also, a few days late, my apologies. i had a school choir concert, but i'm slowly getting back to answering requests)
when you're the captain, you have a certain level of duties. checking on gunther in ads, celci in cryo, and burt in reactor, checking in with mark about the ships status, and the list goes on. it's hard to find some time to myself.
unlike my previous job, a botanist. with that job, i pretty much worked alone. hell, i had even thought about opening up my own botanical garden shop at one point before i became captain.
however, i didn't, leaving all of the information of plants fresh in my mind.
so, like usual, i went around, finishing my rounds. today i had noticed the plants in life support, and wanted to check them out a bit, so as the crew retired to their rooms/pods, i headed there.
as i opened the door, i noticed that i wasn't alone. which, really, wasn't all to difficult as the other person started spewing words at me.
"oh, uh, captain! how nice to see you...! i, uh, i was just, um, checking on life support! yeah, that's what i was doing! mhm, yes." i heard the rushed voice of one of my crew members, mack, say.
"no, mack, it's alright. first of all i don't believe that for a second. second of all, i think you might be in here for the same reason as me." i sigh and smile. that boy sure can get worked up over nothing.
"and w-what might that be...?" he questions, still nervous as hell. "the plants, mack. i'm here to see the plants." i smile and chuckle a bit.
"oh! then yes, that's true! i uhm, i enjoy looking at the plants, though i'm not too sure what they are..." he sighs a bit, and walks over to a plant with very, very large leaves, holding it very gently.
as i walk over, i stand behind him, putting my hand on his as he holds said leaf. "that one'a a colocasia. more commonly known as elephant ear. it's actually a fairly common plant back on earth." i explain.
"i never got to see many plants back on earth, heheh. as soon as i was old enough, my parents got me ready for this training, so this is kinda all i've ever known." he says nervously, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"i used to be a botanist. my whole job was plants. so if you ever want to know anything, let me know. i'd be happy to have someone to talk about plants with again." i respond.
"so let me get this straight. *the* captain that everyone lives very much and is so cool and everyone fawns over. you. *you* didn't even know you were gonna be a captain until, what, a few years ago?" he questions.
"yep. i was going to open a botanical garden and sell plants. though, stores cost a lot of money, so when i heard about a cool opening as a captain, i took the job. next best thing, i guess. i love space, and i still get to talk about plants." i say as i sit down on the ground, mack joining me shortly.
i can see as he begins to get tired. first a small yawn. then, his eyes start to close. next thing i know, his head in on my shoulder.
the hardest thing i've ever done on this ship, i think, is figuring out a way to stand up and pick up mack so i can carry him to his room. though, that might be some personal bias.
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ok so fic idea uh. this clip but its ranboo teasing tubbo while chat cant hear <3
summary: tubbo’s OBS wasn’t picking up ranboo, so ranboo decided to have some fun with his friend a/n: there actually isn’t any tickling in this fic, it’s just ranboo being a teasy lil cockroach AHFJKSJH but also pt 2 of me loving the concept of them being in the t-community bc its wholesome warnings: swearing w/c: 1.1k
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Streaming with Ranboo was always fun; Tubbo and Ranboo loved to stream together and just mess around, having fun.
Though, those two loved to play with each other. A lot. Whenever one of them had the chance to playfully mock or bully the other, they took it. Now, Tubbo was having technical difficulties. His OBS wasn’t properly connected to his Discord audio, so no one could hear Ranboo.
Ranboo being Ranboo, had to take this to his advantage and mess with his best friend a little bit. What kind of a friend would he be if he didn’t?!
“They can’t hear you- but I can hear you now. So just-”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“...Sit your ass down for a second, I’m trying to fix things.”
Tubbo explained to Ranboo, choosing to ignore his friend’s obvious teasy tone. Ranboo chuckled softly into his mic, causing butterflies to erupt in Tubbo’s stomach as he shook his head, trying to ignore the feeling, as he was on stream.
“Now now, don’t be mean, Tubbo. You don’t want me to make things worse, do you now? Now hurry up and fix the audio before I ‘accidentally’ make you curl up on camera.” Ranboo asked, a smirk evident in his voice. “Give me a break, okay? I-I’m working on it!” He urged, clicking away on his keyboard.
“I am so going to abuse this, you aren’t even ready.” His friend laughed, enjoying the situation he was in, leaning back in his chair. “What do you mean you’re gonna abuse this?!” Tubbo nervously questioned, trying to make it seem like whatever Ranboo was doing wasn’t going to happen.
“I think you know, Tubs. You know how bad I’m going to tease you, you’ll be blushing your lil’ head off and giggling your heart out. Hmmm? Trying to hide your reactions, I see?” Ranboo continued leaning in closer to the mic just so he can softly chortle in it, knowing that it makes Tubbo flustered. “Why would you say th-that?! Stop!” He smiled to himself, looking away from the screen to compose himself.
“Say what? What did I say now?”
“Dude… shut up!” Tubbo complained, a few giggles escaping and a big smile still pulling at his lips. “Why should I? You seem to be happy! Hmmm? What’s wrong?” Ranboo spoke softly, laughing at Tubbo’s stuttering. “Y- stop! Please!” He whined, desperately trying to fix the audio so he didn’t break on stream.
“Thanks for the suggestion, but no. I think I wanna see you break.” He chuckled, softly cooing into his microphone at the slow blush growing on Tubbo’s cheeks. “Ssss-cease! A-Actually shuhut up!” The boy giggled out, trying to sound as angry as possible, but they both knew Tubbo was having fun.
“But why, Tubbo? I know how much you love this- how much you love to be teased and put into a little ticklish, giggly, and flustered pile. Don’tcha? Don’t lie to me, now!” Ranboo continued his relentless teasing, his friend shaking his head and beginning to chant out a bunch of ‘stop’s.
“You never said no, tickle bug.”
“I will write a twit longer!” Tubbo playfully threatened, an exaggerated gasp emitting from Ranboo. “That’s not very nice, maybe I should tell you what will happen to big bullies.” He threatened, cackling at Tubbo stuttering over his words.
“Okay, I’m about to add you to OBS so you better stop this!” Tubbo announced, Ranboo sighing. “I guess I’ll just have to continue my fun after the stream, yeah?”
Tubbo grumbled, adding him to the audio and taking a drink of water. “Did you like what I said while they couldn’t hear me?” Ranboo started, “‘cause I liked saying it, it was fun.”
This was going to be a long stream.
It was a few hours later until the stream finally ended, Ranboo forgetting what happened earlier but butterflies continuing to grow in Tubbo’s stomach the more he thought about it. “So, what was that?!” Tubbo exclaimed in mock-anger, Ranboo furrowing his eyebrow.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“The… the OBS thing…”
“Ohhhh, yeah! That was so fun.” Ranboo chuckled to himself, Tubbo whining something. “Didn’t you say y-you were gonna… y’know… c-continue?” He muttered, the other audibly cooing at him.
“I’d love to, I can’t get enough of your giggles and lil’ noises anyways,” Ranboo explained, noticing Tubbo’s camera was still on as he saw him curl up on himself in his chair. “Awww, don’t curl up on me now, I wanna see your smile!” He jokingly whined, smiling to himself at Tubbo shaking his head.
A muffled ‘no!’ emitted from the curled up boy, Ranboo just ‘awww’ing at him. “Why not? Are you flustered? Are you flustered because you can feel my fingers dragging up your sides, hmmm? Do you feel the phantom tickles?” He continued to tease, his ‘victim’ crossing his arms over his face, but the blush was visible on his ears.
“Shuhut u-uhup, you ahass!” Tubbo grumbled, peeking up at his screen to see Ranboo wiggling his fingers, quickly curling back in again like a hedgehog. “What? What’s wrong, Tubbo? I was just stretching my fingers!” He lied, giggling as his friend grumbled something and tried to insult him.
“Don’t be a bully Tubbo, you’ll make me cry! You don’t want to make the tickle monster upset now, do you?” Ranboo threatened playfully, the other shaking his head. “Yohou are nohot… thahat! Yohou lee!” He decided it was somehow a good idea to provoke even more, smiling to himself as he heard the evil chuckle emit from his friend.
“I’m the lee? Says the one curled up on his chair, a perfect meal for the tickle monster? Oh, how bad I want to scoop you up and nibble all over your ribs, Tubbo!” He exclaimed, giggling softly. “Or what if I were to go for your thighs, I know how much of a sweet spot that is for you. Hey, don’t whine at me- I know you’d love it if I just raked my nails up and down the backsides of them!” He continued, high pitched giggles filled with hiccups escaping from Tubbo.
“SHUHUT UP! Yohou suhuhuck!” He complained, rubbing his belly to try to get rid of all the ticklish butterflies and phantom tingles. “Awww, are you getting butterflies? I’m glad!” Ranboo snickered, a huge grin painting his face which Tubbo just grumbled at.
“I’ll kihihill yohou…”
“Oh?”
Long story short, this was going to be a long night.
#the clip is linked in the ask!! you should watch it it'll make this make a lot more sense LOL#mcyt tickle#lee!tubbo#ler!ranboo#my writing
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“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.” with Javi 😩 OR marcus moreno bc I think it fits him too
Personal Number (Javier Peña x f!Reader)
Summary: You’re lonely working as the American ambassador’s secretary. You miss the days of being down with the agents as a receptionist. At least you get to talk with Javier Peña on the phone somewhat often.
W/C: 1.5k
Warnings: language, brief mentions of sexual content. this is pretty tame.
A/N: I LOVE JAVIER. can you tell?? thank you for this idea Thea!!! I love it so much and I hope you like it too. Also, can you tell I like writing phone calls? I just think it’s so fun and a medium that isn’t covered super often.
it’s definitely not because I like not having to write about body language or action.
Javier Peña was a flirt. You knew that from the start, from the stories you’d heard from the other women around the embassy. He was cute, you admitted. Tight shirts and equally slim-fitting jeans, dark hair, lean and strong. He walked with power in his stance.
You liked him. He was a nice man, respectful. He flirted with everyone, but he never went too far. Sure, he’d slept with a solid chunk of the women who worked here, but he was supposedly a wonderful lover. His methods were unorthodox in the field, but he got what he needed. He was incredibly clever, setting up traps and getting information by any means necessary. You talked occasionally, when he’d stop by because you had a message for him at the receptionist desk. He was good for conversation. He liked the cinnamon candies you kept on your desk.
The other women talked with you more than he did. You and the other women chatted, ate lunch together. The rare female presence was much appreciated in such a testosterone-laden environment. You all got along well. Even compared stories of sleeping with certain agents, how their skills at finding the clit ranked, how snuggly they were after, how receptive they were to certain acts. It was fun.
Javier was a busy man. The phone on his desk rarely rang. If someone needed someone around the embassy, they went and talked to them in person. It was an excuse to get away from your desk, people figured. You rarely used the phone too, even as a receptionist. You’d answer calls when they came, but they were usually directed other places, with specific extensions. People here were more direct.
That was before you’d been appointed as the ambassador’s secretary. It was an honor. It meant you were good at your job. You’d taken it, bragging to the other girls over lunch. Everyone was excited for you.
The job, you found out, was dry. It consists most days of making phone calls. Stechner, Ambassador wants you. Ambassador? Stechner’s here. Yep. I’ll let him in. Hi, we’ll take three orders of arepas- sorry, yes sir? Scratch that, he wants four. And can you throw in a coffee- one second, yes sir? Got it- with four creams and two sugars.
You doodle on a notepad many days. You read newspapers or reports. You proofread memos for the ambassador before he sends them off to someone important. It’s draining and dry and you have to admit you hate it.
“Peña,” a voice answers the phone.
“Hi Javier. Are you busy?” You ask.
He smiles a little as he hears your voice, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. “When am I ever around here?” He asks, and you chuckle.
“I know the feeling.”
The two of you had talked a few times before. He was nice enough, if curt. Usually, he was busy. People only came to you when they needed something as a receptionist, and now even more so as a private secretary.
“How’s the promotion treating you?” He asks. He’d heard word as he talked with others. Noticed your spot was empty for a day or two before being replaced by another woman. He missed the little candies you kept on your desk. You always kept cinnamon disks stocked in a separate jar from the seasonal candies for him.
“It’s… good,” you nod, drawing a little fish on your notepad. “Kind of feels like a demotion sometimes. It’s boring up here. And lonely. I miss being around to talk with people.”
“We miss you,” he admits with a smile. “You still keep those cinnamon candies on your desk up there?”
You shake your head, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder. “No. Ambassador doesn’t like them, so I switched over. I did get some new fun caramel flavored stuff though.”
“Damn,” he chuckles.
“Would it make you come up here if I had them?”
“I may have to visit the ambassador more often if you did,” he teases, and you chuckle softly. “Poor little social butterfly, cooped up on the highest floor, away from humanity.”
“I do feel like Rapunzel some days,” you sigh, still smiling. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I was supposed to ask if you were busy for the ambassador, not for myself. He wants to see you if you have a minute.”
“Yeah, I’ve got time. Right now?”
“Right now.”
You can hear shuffling on the other end. “Let me put my signature on one more paper and I’ll be up.” He hangs up and you sigh. There was the most interaction you’ll get for the day.
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It seems that the closer the men get to Escobar, the more the ambassador needs to see Murphy and Peña. You don’t mind. The two men are funny, and the way they interact makes you smile.
Peña talks to you more than Murphy. Steve is more likely to go outside to smoke, while Javier smokes at his desk. That means you dial him more often simply because there’s a higher probability he’s at his desk. Not because you enjoy talking with him more.
The two men had picked up on calling you Rapunzel. Your energy and excitement was draining day by day, and they compared your new position outside of the ambassador’s office, high on the top floor of the embassy, to Rapunzel’s tower.
You playfully called them Javi and Stephen in return to annoy both of them. It didn’t work on Javier. It turned out he liked that, and you could tell by the way his voice softened. So you kept that.
“Peña.”
“Guess who?” you ask dryly, tapping your pen against your notepad.
The man chuckles. “You must be having an exciting day up there. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Ha.” The word is humorless and flat. “Ambassador wants to see you two.”
Javier groans. “Kind of busy.”
“Well, I’ll tell him that,” you nod and write down on a legal pad- separate from your doodling pad- Peña busy. 11:30. “How are things going down there today?”
“Annoying. Steve is a pain in my ass- hey, shut the fuck up,” you can hear him say even as he removes the receiver away from his phone. You giggle at that, smiling as he speaks again. “Sorry. Can you guess who that was?”
“What was he saying this time?” You ask, twirling the cord to the phone around your finger.
“Nothing,” he insists, but you can hear Murphy shouting. Some message he’s trying to get to you.
“Well, alright. Call up when you’re less busy,” you ask him and hang up.
You really want to know what Murphy was going on about. You dial his desk and he picks up. “S’this Rapunzel?” A southern accent twangs.
“Of course,” you chuckle. “What were you shouting into Javi’s phone?”
“Oh, nothing. Oh, hey, wait,” he says, pulling the phone down and pressing it to his chest. You can hear the muffled voices of the two men, but not what they’re saying. He puts it back to his ear quickly after. “Anyway, it’s nothing. We’ll call you back when we’ve got a minute to come up.”
Odd, you think, before going back to your work on your desk.
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The phone rings again an hour later. “Ambassador’s office,” you say with a gentle lilt to your voice.
“Hey, Rapunzel,” a kind but rough voice speaks through the phone. Javi.
“Hey,” you chuckle a little. “You guys ready to come up?”
“Uh, no, not yet. But I do want you to write something down for me.”
“Anything,” you nod, priming your pen above the piece of paper.
Javier rattles off ten numbers, and you diligently write them down on the paper. You repeat it back and he affirms that it’s correct. “Got it. What is it?”
“It’s my personal phone number.”
“Javi, the ambassador already has your phone number.”
“No, I know. It’s for you.”
Oh. Your heart flutters excitedly in your chest, causing you to let out a soft giggle.
“I like talking with you. Our phone calls are the highlight of my day. You can call me whenever you want… even if you don’t have a reason to. I just… like hearing your voice. I like you.”
You clutch the paper, grinning ear to ear. “Well, I like you too, Javi. I’ll be using this,” you assure him, looking down at it and beaming. “Now, you said you’re busy. Get back to work.”
“Yes ma’am. See you in a bit.”
Click. Dial tone. Your heart fills with sparks and little fireworks, sending you into a loud laugh of excitement.
The thick oak doors swing open. The ambassador looks at you with concern. “Everything alright out here?” He asks you.
You nod, biting your lip and looking down to hide your grin. “Yeah, yeah. Great, sir. Peña and Murphy aren’t ready yet. They’ll be up later.”
The man gives you a nod and closes the door behind him.
The grin returns. You trace the freshly-dried ink, the nine numbers that will connect you directly to Javier at any time you want. You pull your contact book from your purse, sitting beneath your desk, flipping to a clean page.
Javier Peña, you write.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
personal number
You go back and draw a small heart next to his name.
#javier peña#javier peña x reader#javi peña x reader#javi peña#narcos fanfic#narcos#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal x reader#jose pedro balmaceda pascal#pascalpanic
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top 5 moments in broken road?
i literally waited until now to answer these ask meme questions so i could do this w/o spoilers. anyway time to do an ask meme i got questions for THREE ENTIRE WEEKS ago
#5 - "my girl" john/mary reunion
Mary rushes forward into John's waiting arms. He gathers her up and holds her close, pressing kiss after kiss into her hair, tears running down his face. "My girl," he says, in aching disbelief, drawing back to cup her face in his hands. "My girl." She laughs through her own tears, and when he smooths one gun-calloused thumb under her eye she turns her face into his hand, and then he draws her close and kisses her, like they're the only two people left in the whole wide world.
look. am i valid? no. but they compel me. to them their story is just as real and longlasting as dean/cas is to us. so i added a little gutpunch to that reunion because it’s my fic and i get to do what i want >:) actually, even though i made a point of calling john “dad” and mary “mom” in dean’s pov, in this moment, i deliberately used their names - it’s more than just mom and dad, it’s theee john and mary winchester back together after all these years. no, they don’t stay that way, but after a 22-year quest in her name, it still deserves to be like a Reunion.
(other four are below the cut to spare ur dashes. there are major spoilers for the whole fic, just warning u)
#4 - john getting punched by [SPOILER]
Dean's shoves his father with all his might, yelling, "Let go of me!" Partially because even though just moments ago the dungeon was exactly where he wanted to be, he absolutely doesn't want Dad to be the one to put him there, partially because he's afraid that Michael is about to break free from that cage in his head and vaporize everybody in firing range, and partially because he's afraid that if Dad doesn't let go, Cas will kill him.
But Dean's only got one hand free, and Dad's grip is too strong. Michael and sleep deprivation have made Dean weak; he can't get away from Dad on his own.
Then, when Cas is still just out of arm's reach, Sam lays into Dad with the fiercest right hook Dean's ever seen.
Dean knows that right hook well. That's one of the first moves Dad taught him, one Dad forced him to practice a thousand miserable times—how to stand, when to turn, where to throw his weight—until he honed it to absolute unthinking perfection. And it is perfect: Sam nails Dad right on the jaw with all six feet and change of muscle, sending him staggering back, his grip on Dean slipping free.
Dad slumps against the wall for a moment like he's literally seeing stars, like it's all he can do not to pass out. His nose looks like it might be broken. Dean rounds on his brother; if he was expecting Dean to thank him for that, he's going to be disappointed. "What the hell, Sam?"
But Sam's looking at Dad, not at Dean. "He said," Sam pants, "to let go of him."
i’m normally very anti-punching john, but i feel like if anybody has the right to do it, it’s sam. he’s spent his whole life being protected from john by dean and he finally gets to return the favor! all his problems are solved because he’s literally the bigger man now in every way! i doubt sam would ever punch john on his own behalf, but it is UTTERLY in character for him to do it in defense of someone else, but i bet it was pretty fucking cathartic too. picking sam moments in this fic is like picking children but this...you know, it wasn’t even in my outline. it happened organically as i wrote. and it just. feels right.
#3 - sam telling john to clean up his mess
"Seriously, Dad—we've had enough of your lip service. You're sorry? You want to help? Clean up your mess."
What? John frowns. Does he mean Dean?
But, no—Sam twists and picks up an actual mop and bucket from the corner behind him. The bucket is full of red-tinted water. "Go in the kitchen," he says, "and if Dean says you can use the sink, run some clean water with bleach. We gotta get the blood off the floor, because the longer it stays there, the worse it'll stain—especially on the hardwood."
"Uh," says John.
Then Sam gives him a severe, no-nonsense look that nearly punches the breath from John's lungs—because for the very first time, he sees his Mary in that stubbornly unimpressed face. "Do you understand? This isn't a motel. You can't expect someone else to do it for you. Don't go in the kitchen," Sam says slowly, enunciating every word, "unless you're going. To clean up. Your mess. You want room service—there's the fucking door."
THERE’S THE FUCKING DOOR. i love this bc firstly i believe in man of the house sam and secondly it falls into the same thing of like...sam is finally big and strong enough to protect dean and by god he will make himself an impassable 6′4 between this man and his brother. i think especially since finding out about flagstaff, DOUBLY since becoming a parent, sam is like...so less than impressed with john’s bullshit, and even more impatient than he already was of john’s stupid excuses.
there’s also this motif of cleaning throughout the fic - in john and sam’s very first scene alone together, they are washing dishes. at first this was a nod to sam and dean doing it in lebanon - dean washing, sam drying - but washing is the “hard” part of doing the dishes; when my mom taught me how to do them i began learning by drying first. so of course dean has been washing and letting sam dry all their lives - almost literally, because john talks pretty early on about dean being a neat freak too, because john simply wouldn’t pick up after himself but still hated the mess. there’s a few mentions of it in the fic, how john liked being able to leave a mess behind in their motel rooms, how he’d prop his feet on the table - but in season 10, it’s sam on his knees scrubbing the bloodstained floors after dean’s murder spree, and in broken road sam makes john wash the dishes, and at the end, sam makes him mop. @maulthots put it best:
like that’s it. that's literally it. and then, finally, john offers to clean up on his own without being asked. that’s Growth™, at least in whatever way he’s capable of it. at any rate, he’s too afraid of getting hit again to NOT clean up after himself lol
#2 - dean/cas car scene [content warning for nsfw and discussion of past sexual violence - scroll down to #1 if you’d like to skip it!]
Cas lets go of Dean, but it's to reposition his hands on Dean's knees, slide those huge palms up Dean's thighs. Dean feels the heat of them bleeding through his jeans. Then, holy shit, Cas rests his thumbs on Dean's belt buckle, and makes eye contact.
Dean wets his lips, a little uncertain. He has no idea what Cas is going to do. "Yeah, okay," he croaks.
Cas leans in and kisses him again while he undoes Dean's belt. Like—fuck, like he knew Dean wouldn't want to watch. Dean hears the zipper on his fly, and all at once it clocks that, yeah, okay, this is really happening. Heart thudding in his ears, Dean reflexively lifts his hips so Cas can pull his jeans off. But Cas only slides them down a little. Then he reaches into Dean's boxers and gets a hand around his dick.
Oh. A small, quiet noise drops out of Dean into Cas's mouth, and he turns out of the kiss, panting as Cas pulls him out of his clothes. He's not sure what he was expecting, but this is okay. Just a handjob—he can handle that. It's good, actually. A little dry, but Cas has a light touch, and Dean has decided that he likes Cas's hands. He knows the shape of them very well.
i really enjoyed writing this whole scene, but this was my favorite part. cas technically does get dean’s consent, which was important to cas and a little bit of a big deal for dean too, but dean didn’t ask what cas was going to do before giving that consent, because he almost...doesn’t care? like, dean’s previous experiences with men were all lousy at best, and violent and traumatizing at worst, and arguably none of them were 100% consensual. so part of him is figuring that whatever happens will be within that spectrum, and he’ll just deal with it being awful no matter what it is because he almost literally can’t picture it not being awful. he's not doing it because he likes fucking men or expects he’ll like fucking cas, he’s doing because he wants to be close to cas, he wants to be away from michael and his dad, and because if he and cas are together now that’s part of the package and he’s just done the full “for keeps” commitment bit, so he’s not gonna pussy out now, right? he trusts cas not to actually harm him, and be closer to “lousy” than “violent,” but he is, in his mind, basically giving cas consent to hurt him, because to him that’s what sex with men IS. and he’s understandably pretty nervous because he doesn’t know what’s going to happen - all he’s sure of is that he won’t like it.
but then he does like it! he likes it a lot! trusting cas turns out to be the correct choice! because if cas had turned him down in that moment, trying to baby him or second guess him, i think dean would have felt really hurt and angry and embarrassed, he would have felt like he was broken or untouchable. which is why cas took him at his word, but ALSO did pretty much the most tame thing you can do and still count it as having sex. so cas managed to thread the needle perfectly because he knows dean so well and he’s literally been inside his mind and witnessed that trauma and knew everything to avoid doing. so for dean it wound up being TRULY consensual instead of the sort of fake consent he’s used to handing out to johns. if that makes any sense. idk i just really enjoyed doing it. i think a valid reading is that dean has this physical fear of men that is just...not explored very much in fic. and it was nice to write something where cas was sort of able to undo or heal a little of that damage.
#1 - michael
No, no, no—we can't die—we can't die, we are eternal, we are our Father's most beloved, His favorite son—
No no no no no no no no no—I can't die—I can't die—
Light fills the room, reflecting in Dean's eyes making them look as though they glow. And for the very first time, John sees him. John sees him, John sees him, John sees him—
Where is my Father? Is He watching? Can He see me?
Father, help me, I beg You—please, I don't want to die—
I don't want to die—
i could honestly paste the entire michael scene here, there’s not a thing about it i don’t love, but this was probably my favorite part. and look, i waited NINE YEARS to see michael!dean, i deserved to go apeshit!!! i think the fun thing about michael is that he’s a great foil to both john and dean, the literal connecting tissue, especially when he’s hopping bodies like that. he’s dean’s aggressor but he’s also dean’s twisted reflection, nearly broken by his father’s absence. it was impossible for john to see dean as he really is until michael let him see it through dean’s own eyes.
and then “i” at the end - i knew going in that i wanted a “we” pronoun (though i almost chickened out of it), because michael’s in charge but he’s also making his vessel do things with him, like laugh or scream or hurt people. but when michael dies, he’s alone figuratively and literally, because john’s not dying with him, and his own father has forsaken him too - and that’s the way dean so often felt, and FEELING that was probably the only thing that could possibly give john the motivation to be even slightly less self-centered and shitty.
michael was my whole reason for writing this fic - because i was livid they didn’t use him to tie dean and john together in canon, because the burden of being his vessel is just one more thing dean had to take...this whole chapter, this whole fic, hinged entirety on the batshit insane dynamic between michael and dean and john. and like there are parts of this fic i was insecure about and wished i could have done better, but this? i think i nailed it. definitely the part i had the most fun writing.
but like, honorable mention?
"Dude," Dean says, flipping on his blinker so he can pull up beside the local grocery, "can we not do any touchy-feely shit, please? That's—"
"Gay?" Sam suggests.
"Get out of my car."
>:)
#liz answers asks#deanwinchestergender#broken road#br meta#supernatural#spn for ts#ASK MEMES#technically
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climb through my window (pt. 2) | jj maybank
not my gif! (i think it was posted by ssjiara)
warnings: s l o w b u r n, briefly talks about violence and abuse (bc it’s jj and his dad’s a meanie)
word count: 2.7k
masterlist, pt 1, pt 3
a/n: i know the beginning is also a little slow, but pls stick with me bc after this it’s gonna be so good! jj comes in at the end, and from this point on he’ll be the main focus of every part. but i had to set up the story :) also big thanks to kay bc i complained about this nonstop for the last few days sorry kay ly
Yelling was something you had become well acquainted with in the last year and a half. It was your sister’s fault. She didn’t stick to the plan.
“She was always supposed to go to Yale and she’s still going to Yale!” your mom shouted, her hands practically slamming on the table. “That was always the deal,” she continued, ignoring your sigh and tense jaw, “you got Meg and I got (y/n).”
You had moved on from the, “Isn’t it my decision?” argument long ago, instead choosing silence as your parents battled it out. When your sister, Meg, had decided to forgo college and instead spend some time traveling (she had secretly saved every penny she received from presents, allowances, paychecks, etc), your parents had moved on to you. Your mother had attended Yale and your dad Dartmouth, and the plan was always that Meg would go to Dartmouth and you’d go to Yale. It was a whole legacy student ordeal. It didn’t matter anyway, because your sister had ruined it. You were only a junior, and the school year was still a week away from starting, this was your reality for the time being.
“Well I think she’d like Dartmouth more, anyway,” your dad said. He didn’t even look up from his plate. “New Hampshire has way more to offer than Connecticut.”
Your mom on the other hand, was red in the face. Her arms were flailing, pointing her fork at you and your dad. “You’ve hardly even been to Connecticut, how in the hell would you know?”
“I just know it is, who goes to Connecticut for fun?” your dad continued. “New Hampshire has way more to-”
“You know what?” you cut them off. They both turn to look at you. Every time they get into these arguments, they wait for your input, for a final “I’m going here,” but it’s not coming today. Instead, you say, “I’m leaving.” You stand up from the table, pushing in your chair, making sure it angrily scrapes against the floor. “Feel free to keep arguing on my behalf, though.”
Your favorite spot in town was a 20 minute bike ride from your house. There was a little hill you could climb up, and when you reached the top it was a beautiful view of the ocean. You sometimes brought a book and read, and other times you just laid down and enjoyed the sun. Either way, that’s where you were going.
You decided to take a different way there this time, it was a little longer but it was so nice out you didn’t mind. As you turned the corner to ride past the police station, you saw the back of a blonde head that looked a lot like JJ walking out with another man. Your heart immediately dropped, too worried about why he was walking out of the police station to be disappointed in yourself for knowing him by the back of his head.
You were still some distance away when they got into the car. Despite no longer being able to see JJ, you kept your eyes on the movement in the car. As you started to get closer, you noticed the movement you could see get more violent, causing the car to shake. You finally become parallel with the car, staying on the opposite side of the road. You were nervous to stop, scared of what you might see, but you knew you had to.
JJ was pressed against the passenger door, his hands covering his face. The man in the car, which you could only assume was his dad, was hovering over him. You could probably hear his yelling if your ears weren’t ringing. You knew what was coming next, and you tried to will it not to happen, tried to focus all the energy into the universe to make what was going to happen not happen.
His hand collided with JJ’s face anyway. Over and over again. And you couldn't look away, couldn’t stop the tears that started to form, couldn’t believe the universe for being so unfair. The police station was right there, it would be so easy to run in and get help, but you were completely frozen in your spot.
His dad settled back into his seat and you saw JJ touch his face, attempting to clean the cuts but only producing bloody hands. The car engine started, and quickly peeled away, leaving you stuck to the pavement. You stared as they turned at the end of the road and reached up to wipe the few tears that you didn’t realize had fallen.
Once your breathing finally evened out and your heart stopped pounding out of your chest, you pushed your feet off the ground and started pedaling your bike. You had forgotten where you were supposed to be going, instead just seeing where your feet took you.
You hadn’t planned on making your way to the Wreck, but before you knew it that’s what happened. You debated going in for a few minutes. You weren’t sure you wanted to explain what you just saw to Kie, though you were sure she knew. You could just not tell her, but your anxiety was without a doubt written on your face. You probably should tell her, or anyone for that matter. But on the other, was it yours to tell?
You were still standing over your bike outside the restaurant when the front door opened. “(y/n)?” Kie’s dad called, garbage bag in hand. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Why are you just standing there? Come in!”
It snapped you out of your trance, and you nodded, stepping off the bike and walking it over to the rack. It was way less crowded than the last time you were there, especially for a Saturday. “Oh, hey, (y/n),” Kie says.
“Hey, Kie,” you said. You smile, trying to put on happy face for your friend.
“Are you hungry?” she asks. “I can make you something if you want.”
“No,” you say. You’re pretty sure any food you tried to eat right now would just come straight back up. “I was just passing by,” you continue. “Your dad invited me in and I didn’t want to upset him.”
“Oh,” she says. She stares at you for a second. “Are you okay?” You look down at the counter. “You look like you don’t feel well.”
“Yeah, I just uh-” you try to fake a laugh, “I just have a headache.”
She seems to buy it. “Well let me grab you some water and then you should head home and get some rest,” she says, raising her eyebrows at you. You give her a nod and she takes a few steps behind the counter. She hands you the bottle and takes a sip.
Before your common sense can stop you, you say, “Hey, I saw JJ mowing the Copelands’ lawn the other day and noticed he had some bruises. I don’t know if there’s any reason to worry but,” you pause, unsure of how to finish, “uh, I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to make sure he was okay?” You immediately wish you could suck the words back out of the air and take them back.
But Kie just shrugs, giving a little chuckle. “Honestly, (y/n), who knows? It’s JJ.” You smile and nod, looking back down at the counter. “Look,” she continues, “if it ever seems like he’s in trouble just let me know. But he’s usually got it figured it out.”
“Yeah,” you say quickly. “I’m honestly not even sure why I asked. Something about it just made me nervous, I guess.”
She smiles. “That’s sweet of you, really,” she pats your shoulder. “But I wouldn’t let it worry you too much, okay?”
You nod, suddenly desperate to get out of there. “I’m gonna go,” you say. “Thanks for the water.” It seems awkward, but you’re not sure what else to say.
“Let me know when you’re feeling better,” she calls as the door shuts behind you.
You lean against the side of the building once out of sight, once again trying to calm yourself down. You take a sip of the water and click on your phone to check the time. It had only been an hour since you left home, but it felt like it had been at least five.
Unsure of what else to do, you get on your bike and start back home, stopping at the library on the way to pick up a book. Halfway through your ride, the sky seemed to open up, big drops of rain soaking you through to the bone.
When you were little, your mom used to say that it only rained when people wanted things to be washed away.
It only seemed fitting.
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JJ hadn’t come by to mow that Friday. It was Sunday now, and all you’d done was think about him and what you saw the day before.
School was starting in a week, and despite the fact that you almost liked school, the thought of being forced to see all the other kooks every day was enough to ruin the idea. And since junior year meant college planning, you knew tensions would be high.
Needless to say, you were dreading it.
But today, it was gorgeous outside. So, before your parents could even try to bother you, and before you spent another minute staring at the ceiling in your bedroom, you grabbed your headphones and your book and headed out to your back deck. You had made a deal with your parents long ago that any arguing had to stay in the house, so you knew you were safe outside.
No matter how hard you tried to focus on your book, your mind couldn’t stop wandering. After twenty minutes, you basically give up, dropping your book in your lap with a huff. You close your eyes and lean your head back against your chair, sighing. The sun is as burning you skin, but it’s lnice to feel something other than anxious.
Your heart just about skips a beat when you hear a lawn mower start. Your eyes open immediately and you swallow hard. Sitting up slightly, you turn your head to look at the house next door.
And, of course, there he is, two days late, mowing the lawn. Part of you hoped that you’d be able to avoid seeing him for the rest of the week after what you saw yesterday.
You’re trying your hardest to not stare, you don’t want him to catch you again, but you need to see his face. He’s actually wearing a shirt this time, which is a bad sign. You can’t remember the last time he wore a shirt while mowing in the summertime. You can’t quite see his face yet, so you turn around and pretend to read your book, waiting for the sound of the mower to get closer. When it does, you try to peek over. He’s still a bit too far away, but you think you can see a dark spot on the side of his temple. It makes your stomach turn.
You did have one thought in the back of your mind, but it was borderline crazy, nevermind how it would make you look. You had been mulling it over for the past few days, but always dismissed it immediately. Seeing him here, however, a dark bruise on his face and likely countless others across his chest, made that horrible idea seem not so horrible.
Your feet were moving before you knew it, before you could stop them.. You always felt like there was a magnet drawing you into him, but up until now you’d tried your hardest to act against it.
“JJ!” you called. Your palms were starting to sweat. In all honesty, you had no idea what you were doing, but for some reason you were still doing it.
He turns around, shutting off the lawn mower when he sees you standing there. “Oh, hi,” he says, thinking for a minute. “(y/n), right? You’re friends with Kie?” You nod. He thinks for another minute and smiles. “You’re that girl I always catch staring at me?” The smirk on his face tells you everything you needed to know. You knew he had noticed a few times, but had no clue he’d picked up on a pattern.
Your eyes go wide and you shake your head. “Uh, no,” you try to be casual, “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” He could probably hear your pulse from where he was standing.
“No,” he continues, nodding, “you almost crashed your car into your garage the other day because you were staring at me.” His hands are crossed against his chest and he’s smiling wildly.
“No,” you say say again. “No, I was just,” you can’t come up with anything good, “looking at the Copeland’s dog. It had gotten out,” you finish, knowing the Copeland’s have never had a dog, not for as long as you’d lived next to them.
He clearly knew this too, because he answers, “The Copeland’s doing have a dog, (y/n).”
“Okay, well, that’s beside the point,” you say, shaking your head again and waving your hands. His eyes are wide when you look back up at him, and you sigh, seriously regretting whatever it was you were doing. “Look,” you continue, “I came over here because I wanted to tell you,” you pause, your hands are shaking. You take a deep breath. “I saw you. The other day. Outside the police station. With your dad.” You can’t say the whole thing at once, cause you think the weight of the words might poison all the air around you. “At least I thought it was your dad, anyway,” you say, looking down at your feet.
“Look,” he says, taking a step forward, “please don’t-”
“Wait,” you interrupt, because you think if you don’t finish you might never get out the words, “just let me finish, please?” You look at him and he nods. You exhale, still not believing the words you were about to say. “If you ever need somewhere to crash, for whatever reason, my window is the last one to the left on the back side of the house. It’s easy to climb in. I’ve done it a few times before.” He looks completely thrown off. “I just know how Kie’s dad is, and I know how Mr. Heyward can sometimes be a pain, and after what happened to John B-” you falter. “I just figured you might need somewhere to stay from time to time,” you explain. “I have a couch in my room and I promise not to ask questions.”
There’s a pause. He finally says, “Okay,” and when you look up at him he’s got that same smirk he did before.
“Don’t give me that look,” you say, pointing a finger at him. “You will be sleeping on the couch, believe that.”
His smirk doesn’t dissipate as he nods. “Sure,” he says.
You roll your eyes. “Oh, my god, I’m leaving now.” You turn and start walking away, resting your hand on your chest, trying to calm your heart rate.
“Hey, (y/n)?” he calls after you. Reluctantly, you turn back. He’s got a different look now, less cocky. “You were close with Sarah, right?” He rubs his hand on the back of his neck.
“Yeah,” you say, “we used to be best friends when we were little.” You hadn’t been that close with her in a long time, but you don’t tell him that.
“Do you think they’re,” he drops his hands by his side, sighing, “you know-”
“Dead?” you ask.
He rolls his eyes. “Well, yeah, but I was trying not to say the word.”
You smile a little, brushing some hair out of your face. “No, I don’t,” you say simply.
He nods, looking down at the ground, and gives you a smile. “Last window to the left, right?” he asks. “On the back side of the house?”
You try to stop the smile that’s threatening to engulf your face. “Yeah.”
You turn around, walking back to your deck. You hear the lawn mower start. Your feet feel like they’re no longer touching the ground. You have no idea if he’ll come, and you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t, but you feel better knowing you’ve offered, that he has the option.
And the thought of getting to see his face more sure doesn’t hurt.
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s n a k e | e y e s [chapter 5]
pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader
this chapter’s notes; possessive!jihoon, dom!jihoon, marking, choking, restraints, dirty talk, impregnation kink, cream pie w/ minor cumplay ! whew! 🤪🥴🤤 also this snake-hybrid au isn’t following any of the blurbs/drabble game posts that precede it!! I know I did some drabble posts with snake hoonie but this doesn’t follow the same timeline as those otherwise it wouldnt make sense 🤣 kfhkdh also i do be laughin that this gets posted after the svt anniversary video and gose where jihoon was chan and teasing him bc 🥴 anyway! this is a long ass chapter and almost 6k words so strap in for the ride yall! 💕💕💕💕
chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - x - x - x - x - x
“Are you mad?”
“What? No, just… I mean, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
You watch Jihoon from across the table at brunch as he picks at his food quietly. Minghao had texted again asking if lunch was still on for next week and you had asked Jihoon as soon as the two of you sat down to eat.
“If you’re uncomfortable with Minghao and Chan coming, it’s okay. You can tell me, Jihoon.” He sits across from you with a pout on his lips.
“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable I’m just… shy. But it’s okay. Because I… If they’re your friends then they must be nice, right? I’m just shy around new people.”
“Okay, but like, if things feel off… Just let me know?” Jihoon nods, taking a bite of his food. It falls into a comfortable silence while the two of you eat; enjoying each other’s company after last night. The memories flood your headspace in an instant. Right, you needed to talk to Jihoon about that.
“Hey, Jihoon?”
“Hmm?”
“About last night…”
“Oh. Right. Did you hate it? I can stop if you don’t like it. It doesn’t make sense if we don’t benefit from it.” A flush covers your skin almost immediately as you place your fork down on your plate.
“I didn’t hate it… But I’m just curious… If--I mean, I don’t want you to think this is just a physical thing, I guess?” This time it’s Jihoon’s turn to blush as he meets your shy stare.
“I… I mean we’re still getting to know each other, right? And I like you. You’re nice and you care about me. We can just… think of it as the physical part of getting to know each other.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking about his words. You clearly like liked Jihoon too and you didn’t want to take things too far too fast. But you also knew that he was aware of the sexual tension floating around the air now and the two of you couldn’t really go back to ‘normal’ after last night.
“Okay, yeah, that makes sense. I just don’t want to… go too fast, y’know? You’ve only been here a few weeks...”
“That’s true. But also in fairness, this is the longest I’ve been away from the adoption center so it seems to be going well if you ask me.”
Damn. He was right and you hadn’t even realized it. Jihoon had already been with you for over a month and you hadn’t even noticed the time passing. You feel your heart swelling at the thought.
“Huh. You’re right. I guess we really do work well together, huh?”
“Ah, ngh, Ji--Jihoon w--wait, my phone’s ringing!”
Jihoon’s grip on your thighs tighten, his blonde hair peeking from between your legs. Your hands brace yourself on the table where you calmly had brunch just 3 hours ago. Jihoon had clearly still been hungry.
“You can answer it?” He immediately laps at your clit after his comment, fingertips curling inside your pussy as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I--I ca--can’t!” He smiles against you before applying pressure to the nub with his tongue. “Uh-kay them, dom’t?” Jihoon’s voice is muffled against your skin, a whimper escaping your lips at Jihoon’s unhelpfulness.
“Ji--Jihoon you’re so m-mean!” You whine.
You watch Minghao’s name disappear from your phone screen next to you on the table, a moan on your lips when Jihoon’s fingers curve up into your g-spot. “Oh, f-fuck, right t-there!” You tangle one of your hands in his hair, tugging him closer as you grind yourself against his tongue and fingers.
Minghao [3:14PM]: I tried calling but you’re probably busy?
Minghao [3:14PM]: Chan and I are free on Wednesday, lmk if it works for you.
You can barely catch the words on your phone screen before Jihoon sucks your clit into his mouth.
“Ugh, fuck, Jihoon I’m--” Your eyes snap shut almost immediately; thighs clamping shut around Jihoon’s head as you cum hard. He scissors his fingers inside of you, tongue still lapping at your clit until you start to come down from your high.
Your limbs feel boneless once your orgasm fades off, shaky legs unclamping as Jihoon slides his fingers from your pussy straight to his mouth. Letting your legs down as you sit up to catch your breath, you watch him still on his knees in front of you as he cleans your wetness from his fingertips.
“God, Ji. That was Minghao!” Jihoon pops his fingers from his mouth, getting up from his kneeling position.
“What did he want?”
“They’ll be over Wednesday so we have some work to do!”
“Okay but can we cuddle first? We can figure out the rest later.”
Over the next couple of days leading up, you and Jihoon take the time to clean up the apartment and buy some ingredients for lunch. And since Chan was a bunny hybrid, he was strictly vegetarian which meant you and Jihoon had tried to cook a few recipes to decide what was best.
“Are they gonna come soon?” Jihoon munches on a stray piece of carrot, watching as you finish up in the kitchen. “Mmhmm, but knowing Minghao they might be a little late.”
You and Minghao had agreed on 12:00PM and it was currently 12:04PM; If you were lucky he’d be here by 12:45PM at the earliest. Jihoon helps you tidy up the kitchen once you’re finished, flopping onto the sofa once he’s done. And he won’t admit it but he’s nervous; eyes fixated on the ceiling as he twiddles his thumbs and sighs.
“You okay, Ji?”
“Mm? Yeah… Haven’t really met another hybrid since Mingyu and Seokmin so s’kinda weird. I’m okay though.” You start to make your way to the sofa but the doorbell rings just as you reach Jihoon. You shoot him an encouraging smile, running your fingers through his hair really quick before turning and making your way to the door.
When you swing it open, you're met with Minghao’s cheery face and Chan inquisitive one. In actuality, you’d only ever seen Chan in photos and you can’t help but immediately gush at how cute he is; completely ignoring Minghao’s presence once you take note of Chan’s cute bunny ears atop his head.
“Oh my god, you are just… So cute!”
You refrain from touching the cute caramel coloured bunny ears, noticing they match the colour of his hair.
“Come in! Jihoon’s in the living room!” Chan flashes you a sweet smile as Minghao raises an eyebrow at you. “You didn’t even say ‘hi’ to me. Rude!” You laugh at Minghao’s comment, giving them enough space to enter your apartment.
“Sorry, I’ve just never met Chan before. He’s cuter in person so I was distracted!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just tell me you’re tired of me, you don’t have to lie!”
“‘Hao! You know you’re my best friend but Chan’s… cuter. I’m sorry.” Minghao feigns hurt, wiping invisible tears as they stand in your hallway.
Now that you think of it, you weren’t sure how Chan and Jihoon were going to get along, if at all. It’d slipped your mind but technically Jihoon was a predator animal hybrid and Chan was a prey animal hybrid. Your mind blanks at the sudden epiphany as you gulp.
“Um, shall we move to the living room?” The two nod, waiting for you to lead the way. Taking a deep breath, you lead them to the living room; eyes meeting Jihoon’s as he sits up on the sofa.
“Jihoon, I want you to meet my friend Minghao and his hybrid, Chan!” You try to put on a cheery smile but you can already sense that Jihoon’s kind of on edge.
When you’d spoken to Seungcheol about him back at the adoption home, he had said that Jihoon typically got along well with every hybrid at the home so far and that the snake hybrid hadn’t gotten into any fights or threatened any of the other hybrids there. You really had no reason to be that concerned, and plus, Jihoon had already told you he was just shy more often than not.
“Hi, I’m Jihoon. Um… I’m a snake hybrid.” You can see the flush on his face, watching as he licks his lips. It was a nervous habit that you noticed he had. And for a second you worry about if Chan’s also going to be nervous about the snake hybrid but he shoots the shorter male a beaming smile.
“Hi! I’m Chan! I’m a bunny hybrid and I like to sing! And I like to dance, too!” Chan moves forward to shake Jihoon’s hand, backing off slightly when he sees the snake hybrid flinch. “Oh, sorry. Do you not like handshakes?”
“Huh? Oh, no I--I was just surprised that’s all.” Jihoon reaches a hand out instead, a tiny smile on his lips when Chan shakes it. “Oh, whoa, your hands are cold!” Minghao scolds him slightly, giving him a warning look as Chan sheepishly scratches his head. “Sorry, hyung always gets mad at me because sometimes I talk first and don’t think.” Jihoon laughs at this and you feel your heart soaring out of your chest. Thank god!
“It’s okay, I know someone else who’s just like that and he’s a big puppy hybrid named Mingyu.”
You and Minghao fondly watch the two interact, glad that they’d gotten along well despite their differences.
“Okay guys, shall we have lunch?”
Over the course of lunch, Jihoon and Chan talk animatedly about music as you and Minghao delve into your own conversations about work, letting the two hybrids bond. Jihoon calls your name after a while, grabbing your attention.
“Chan and I are done with lunch and I was wondering if it was okay to bring my keyboard out? We were gonna do some music stuff.” Chan looks at you with pleading eyes, lips jutting out in hopes of swaying you.
“Yeah, of course! You didn’t need to ask permission for that.” They smile at you in return, Jihoon getting up to retrieve his keyboard from his work room. “I’ll be right back.”
The three of you watch Jihoon leave the dining area, watching as he disappears into the hallway.
“Jihoon is really nice, Minghao-hyung!” The smile on Chan’s face is sincere, eyes curving into crescents.
“You’re more than welcome to come over anytime you want, Chan! Ji could use the company other than myself sometimes, I think.” You laugh at your own comment, leaning over to pat his head. He leans into your touch, sighing dreamily when you start to itch behind his ears.
“That feels really nice…” You internally scream, face red as a tomato when Chan starts scenting your hand. He rubs his face against your palm, resting his cheek against it. Uh oh, Jihoon’s not gonna like that.
Sure enough, Jihoon round the corner, eyes fixated on the way Chan’s head is on your palm.
“Um…” Minghao’s eyes travel from Chan to Jihoon as he bites his nail; knowing exactly what the snake hybrid is thinking without even saying anything. “Hey, Chan?”
“Mmh?” Minghao clears his voice in a warning manner, Chan’s eyes fluttering open.
“I think Jihoon would like to go do music stuff in the living room now.”
“Oh… okay!”
In an instant, Chan gets up like nothing happened and walks up to Jihoon. “Okay! Let’s get it!” Jihoon on the other hand quietly nods, gesturing to the bunny hybrid to follow him to where he likes to set up by the window. You shoot Minghao a look as you share a sigh. “Shall we clean up?” He nods at you, getting up from his seat as he starts to collect the utensils. And once the two are properly distracted, the two of you move into the kitchen where you start on the dishes.
“I’m really sorry about Chan. He’s normally really up on skinship, I just, I didn’t think--”
“Shh, it’s okay! I don’t think… Jihoon’s mad. Just might be weird to see me around other hybrids since he’s used to it just being me and him.”
The two of you talk in whispers, not wanting the two to hear your conversation about them.
“Trust me, Jihoon is really about skinship too. I know he doesn’t seem like it, but he’s just as bad. Don’t be sorry about Chan.”
Once the two of you finish up cleaning, you make your way to the living room as well. The two hybrids sit in the sun by the window; Jihoon’s music notes out while Chan tries to sing along to one of his melodies.
You decide to sit closer, wanting to be a part of their music session as Minghao grabs a film camera from his bag. “Might as well, Chan likes keeping the photos in his scrapbook.”
“Oh yeah! I put pictures of me and all my friends in it. All the pictures are from hyung, obviously. Now I can add you and Jihoon-hyung to it!”
The four of you sit on the floor in somewhat of a circle, Minghao and Chan next to you as Jihoon sits in front of you. Chan glances at you once before he shifts closer to you.
“Can you pet me again?”
You blush for a moment, but he inches closer again and you feel sort of bad. “He never pets me when he’s “working”...” Chan draws air quotes around the word, a pout on his lips as he looks at Minghao.
“How can I pet you if I’m taking photos? Do I look like I have more than two hands?”
Sighing, you raise your palm, placing it on one of Chan’s fluffy ears as he leans into your touch. You’d have to deal with the repercussions with Jihoon later; you’d just hope he understood.
Chan decides to lay down on the floor, using your thigh as a pillow as he listens to Jihoon play the piano. The snake hybrid plays a familiar song as Chan sings along, voice stable even when he’s laying down. You check Jihoon’s face for any signs he’s mad but he seems to be okay for the most part, albeit a little quieter than usual. He still makes an effort to speak to Chan and engage in conversation, praising his singing voice as Chan blushes.
You play with the soft fur of Chan’s bunny ears, admiring them as you coo.
“Your ears are just so soft! And so cute!” He nuzzles into your leg, scenting you again as Jihoon seems to flinch. “Thanks~ It feels nice when people pet them!”
He stays like that for a while longer, only getting up when he starts to feel sleepy. “Hyung, m’sleepy now…” Minghao sets his camera down, running a hand through his own hair. “Did you want to head back then? We can just come over another day.” Chan nods, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “I’d like that. Jihoon-hyung is cool and I wanna come see him again!”
Jihoon blushes at the comment, accidentally pressing down the wrong key as he sputters. “Y-yeah, I had f-fun too…”
The four of you get up from the floor, stretching and gathering your belongings. “I’ll show you guys to the door?” Minghao and Chan nod, and to your surprise, Jihoon follows behind as you begin to walk to the doorway. “It was really nice having you guys over! And Chan, you’re always welcome here too. Maybe we can call up ‘Cheol and have him bring Mingyu along as well!” Chan talks animatedly about how much he’d like that, already asking when they could set up a date.
“Alright, slow down, bud. We gotta figure out when ‘Cheol’s got time and we still got work, y’know?”
“Yes, hyung…”
You side hug Minghao, only for Chan to launch himself at you right after. He nuzzles into your neck as he squeezes you tight. “Thank you for having us over today!”
When he lets go of you, he immediately looks to Jihoon, shooting him a smile and waving before running out the door.
“I’m really really sorry about him.”
“It’s okay, get going before he bounces off somewhere. I’ll talk to you later, ‘Hao.”
You shut the door once they leave, breathing a sigh of relief when you turn around.
Jihoon doesn’t visibly look upset, but you can see a glint in his eyes that tells you he’s thinking about it.
“Hey, Ji--”
“Mm, I’m gonna work on some music back in my work room. I got some ideas and I wanna hash them out before I lose the inspiration.” You nod, watching him as he grabs his keyboard from the living room and starts down the hallway.
“I dunno when I’ll be done but if you start on dinner, just call me.”
You leave Jihoon to his work, tidying up around the house before you plop down onto the sofa to watch some TV. You’d figured that Jihoon probably just needed some time to himself to cool off, just in case he really was mad. But at the same time, you were really proud of the snake hybrid for being so civil and kind to Chan despite Chan’s need for skinship.
Not even realizing you fell asleep at some point, you sit up on the sofa groggily. The sky is already dark outside of the windows so you’d fallen asleep for quite a white, shutting off the TV as you stretch. Turning towards the hallway, you wonder what Jihoon is even up to; if he’s even still working on his music.
Getting up from the sofa, you stretch, already walking down the hallway to Jihoon’s workroom. You don’t hear any music and you don’t hear his voice at all but you knock, calling Jihoon’s name softly.
He opens the door gently after a minute or so, sleepy eyes meeting yours. “Oh, did you end up taking a nap too?” You can hear the sleep laced in his voice, reaching up to thread your hand into his blonde locks.
“Yeah, I fell asleep on the sofa. Guess we were more tired than expected, huh? I’m gonna start on dinner, if you wanna come keep me company or something.” He nods, letting you know he’ll be out in a few minutes.
You walk to the kitchen, already grabbing the necessary items to start on dinner. Jihoon joins you a few minutes later, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“You smell like him, y’kno?” Jihoon’s voice is soft but gravelly next to your ear. There’s a certain edge to his voice that has you shuddering against his form. “Do you want to know something?”
“H-Huh?”
“They say that some snakes can smell the fear in their prey. Do you believe it?”
“I--I don’t know?” There’s a soft but warning chuckle by your ear, Jihoon’s arms tightening around your body as he presses harder into you. “I don’t know if I believe it either. But wouldn’t it be an advantage? To know your prey is… submissive.” You can’t even tell what your hands are doing anymore when Jihoon takes the moment to lick the shell of your ear. His lips travel down, nipping the skin of your neck as you let out a shaky breath. You can feel the wetness pooling between your thighs as he continues his path, digging his teeth into the junction of your neck before he sucks the skin into his mouth to soothe it. His hands begin traveling up your torso, cupping your breasts in his palms before harshly squeezing.
“Ji--Jihoon the--the dinner…”
“I think I want to eat something else right now. What do you say?”
You moan in response, grinding back against his hardening cock. “O--okay…”
“Meet me in the bedroom in 5 minutes.”
You release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when Jihoon steps back and starts walking towards the bedroom. Okay, maybe he was a tiny bit mad, if not territorial. You wash your hands, forgetting about dinner as you stand in the kitchen thinking about how potentially dominating Jihoon could be. The thoughts alone are enough to have you moaning out loud as you rub your thighs together. You don’t really know why Jihoon has you waiting but you obey his word, giving him a few minutes before heading down the hallway to your bedroom.
Not really knowing what to expect, you open the door to find Jihoon by the foot of the bed, 3 of your panties already torn and on top of the bedsheets. “Sorry, I didn’t really know what to use for restraints so I had to make some. Hope you don’t mind.” You feel a tingly sensation running all over your body; all the way down to the tips of your fingers.
“Um--Uh, no..”
“Good. I figured we could do a little learning exercise. What do you think?”
“I--Sure?” There’s no denying how wet you are just from the energy Jihoon was exuding. “I--I don’t know what to do…”
“I want you to strip and get on the bed for me. And lay back against the pillows.”
You nod, stripping your clothes off slow and quietly before getting on the bed. Jihoon follows suit, stripping himself bare before he joins you, spreading your legs and slotting himself in between. He scoffs slightly when he notices your wet folds. “You know, snakes aren’t typically known for being territorial. But when they feel threatened, they’re more likely to attack.”
Jihoon leans in, his chest meeting yours as he ghosts his lips above your own. “Chan’s a sweet kid. Such a shame he’s so blind with his actions.” You can’t help but gulp and hold your breath, shaky eyes watching Jihoon as he leans towards your neck instead. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page as he is, I guess I should let him know who really belongs to who, hmm?” He chuckles against your skin, leaving love bites blooming in his path. “Ngh, Jihoon…”
Placing your hands on his forearms, he stops and pulls away. “Oh, right. Let’s try these.” He pulls away to grab the torn material on the bed next to you. “I’m sure Seungcheol-hyung’s already told you specifically I’m a ball python hybrid right? And you must know that constrictor types like to, well, constrict their prey.” There’s a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips when he drags the torn fabric up your naked torso. It tickles your skin, a whimper escaping your lips when the soft material ghosts across your nipples.
“But before we get started, I need to know a safe word from you.”
“Um, uh… l--lightning?”
“Interesting choice, but okay. Arms up and towards the headboard.”
He takes his time tying your wrists above you, admiring his work once he deems it’s tight enough and you’re comfortable. “In theory, I’d love for you to touch me but this is a learning experience on predators and prey. You understand, don’t you?”
“Y-yes…”
Jihoon smiles at you, hands gripping your thighs hard. “You smell so good. You’re so fuckin’ wet I can smell just how bad you want me to slide my cock right into that pussy. But you know what else? I can still smell that bunny hybrid on your skin.” You moan at his rough touch, squirming when he presses the shaft of his cock against your wet folds. “I can stand it when you come home smelling like other people because of work, but not this.”
He leans into you again, lips ghosting against your sternum. “I’m just gonna have to get rid of it myself then, huh?” Licking his lips, his tongue peeks from between them, already lapping at your skin. His tongue drags across your torso, flicking at a nipple before he wraps his mouth around it. You arch your back, leaning into his touch. He repeats this on the other side, laughing softly against your skin when he feels you rolling your hips against his. “Already so desperate for my cock? C’mon now, baby.”
The way Jihoon calls you ‘baby’ has your entire body flaring up, the breath getting knocked out of you almost immediately. “I have to mark you up all nice and pretty for your friends to see.”
What you learn in the next 15 minutes is that Jihoon can be mean.
He takes the time to nip at your skin, biting and sucking at it to leave blooming red marks all over your torso and neck. Jihoon takes it even further by skimming across your lower abdomen, sucking love bites onto your hips and even on your thighs. You sob, tugging at the restraints above you as you beg him to do something more.
“I am doing something. I’m marking you.”
“B--But I want… mo--more…”
“Oh? Do predators usually pamper their prey before consuming or attacking them?”
The goosebumps rise on your skin at his comment as you quickly shut your mouth. “That’s what I thought.”
He slots himself back between your legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Jihoon runs his fingers through your folds, watching you squirm as he collects the wetness on his fingertips before inserting two fingers into your pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet, my fingers slid right in.” You sob, eyes wet with unshed tears. The urge to cum is already so strong and Jihoon had barely started. He thrusts his fingers hard and fast, curving them inside of you to hit your g-spot. You can’t help but tighten around his digits, crying out when he adds a third.
You feel impossibly full when he fingers you and you can barely wait until it’s his cock instead. He was definitely much bigger than his fingers and you were slightly worried he was almost too big for you to handle. But he works you open, thumb on your clit while he thrusts his fingers in knuckle deep.
There’s no word of warning before you’re cumming all over his fingers, wrecked sobs the only thing you can manage while he continues to rub at your clit.
“Ji--Jihoon, fuck, I--”
“Mmh, your body is so fucking warm. Your pussy is so wet and hot around my fingers. I need to fuck you now.”
Whimpering, you watch through teary eyes as he brings his fingers to his cock, spreading the precum and your wetness all over the head and shaft of it before positioning himself at your entrance. Your body is still sensitive and your orgasm is still ebbing away when Jihoon starts to push in.
There’s a slight sting when he does; he was definitely much bigger and wider than his fingers. And without even saying anything, Jihoon caresses your skin, quietly praising you for being so good for him.
“Jihoon, ngh, fu--fuck, your cock feels so good and so big…”
He smiles at the praise, watching as his cock disappears into your pussy. There’s an incoherent babble on your lips when he finally bottoms out; the head of his cock snug against your cervix. “Fuc--Fuck! Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me!”
Jihoon can also be nice.
He starts a slow pace, letting you get used to his size. “Your pussy is so tight and warm around my cock. Fuck, I could stay here forever.” His grip on your thighs tighten, grinding himself into you between thrusts. You can feel yourself start to drool a little at the feeling. If you felt full with his fingers inside of you, this was a completely different high all together. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck! Your cock is so good, I--I can’t…!”
“Yeah? Gonna let me fuck this pussy whenever I want?”
“Yes, god…!”
The sound of your moans and skin slapping are all that can be heard in the bedroom. Jihoon starts a quicker pace, leaning down until he’s nosing at your neck again. He licks at your skin, sucking on the love bites he’d already left and leaving new ones right next to them. You can feel his nails digging into the skin of your thighs, a shaky moan leaving you when you feel him raking them down your skin.
In all honesty, Jihoon never really struck you as someone that’d be into marking. But by now, you realize that it just takes a certain situation for him to really want to.
“Fuck, baby, I hope you’re c-close. I wanna cum in this tight ‘lil pussy.”
“Ngh, pl--please cum in--inside of me… I want your cum…”
He laughs against your skin, pulling away immediately after. “Oh? You want me to cum in your hot ‘lil cunt? Get you nice and full with it? Fuck… fuck! You want me to breed you, don’t you? I’ll fuck my cum into your hot ‘lil pussy and get you nice and pregnant with my babies. Bet you’d love, wouldn’t you? I’ll fill you up with my cum everytime we fuck. Everyone will know you belong to me when they smell you, when they can smell my cum trickling down your thighs. And then I’ll fuck my cum back into you and keep it inside of you ‘til you can’t take anymore of it.”
You could almost die at Jihoon’s words, clenching around his cock impossibly hard. “Yes, g-god, yes please! I want it! I want y-your cum inside of me, please!” You tug on the restraints again, just wanting to touch Jihoon as well. One of his delicate hands travels up your torso, wrapping itself around the column of your neck before pressing down on the sides slightly.
“You’re so filthy. You want me to breed you so bad, don’t you? I can feel you getting so tight around my cock.”
The lightheadedness makes you feel fuzzy, soft moans spilling from you as your eyes flutter shut.
“I want you to cum on my cock, get it nice and wet for me before I cum inside your pussy, baby.”
Jihoon grinds against you, letting the head of his cock push up against your cervix. The feeling is almost too much combined with his hand around your throat and he can see the look on your face that you’re about to cum, thrusting into you hard and fast as you sob; his hand around your throat loosening when he feels your body go rigid.
Your breath stutters and you momentarily black out when you cum, body seizing up at the intensity of your orgasm. Jihoon thumbs your clit as you cry. He continues to thrust into you, groaning at the feeling of your walls throbbing around his cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
He grinds against you, muttering incoherent curses under his breath the entire time.
Your head feels fuzzy but you can feel his warm cum inside of you and you can’t tell if it's a hybrid thing or just a Jihoon thing but there is a lot of it. He stays still while the two of you catch your breaths, his cum already trickling down the slides of his cock that’s still sheathed inside of you.
“J-Jihoon my… my arms p-please…” He nods tiredly after a moment, undoing the restraints and checking your wrists for any marks. The skin is red and irritated where you were tugging against them but you seem fine otherwise.
“The redness should go down in a bit.”
He kisses your wrists gently, massaging your tired arms as he brings them to your sides. And as much as he doesn’t want to, he pulls out, watching as globs of cum pour out of your hole.
“Damn, what a waste.” You tiredly laugh at him, bringing a hand up to wipe at your tear-streaked face. “Push my cum out, baby.” There’s a slight blush on your cheeks at his request, but you oblige, the warm substance dripping down onto the sheets underneath you. Jihoon watches it as it drips down, bringing a hand towards it as he scoops it up on his fingertips and presses it back into your pussy.
“Ugh, Jiho--oon~ I c-can’t anymore…”
“Sorry, must be a… hybrid thing maybe.”
“Is the amount of cum also a hybrid thing or?”
Jihoon laughs, sliding off the bed to get a clean cloth. “Dunno. Think that’s just me. I haven’t… been with anyone for a long time so… I mean, I dunno to be honest.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, I dunno! Anyway, should we get cleaned up? I think the bedsheets need to… um, go.”
This time you’re so tired you can’t even begin to sit up in bed. “Ji… do you think you can carry me? I don’t think I can feel my legs.” He nods. “Oh, let me run the bath first so it can warm up.”
You let him, watching as he disappears into the bathroom. To the best of your ability, you sit up, another gush of cum spilling out of you when you do.
“Ugh, Ji, if you’re gonna cum this much all the time what are we gonna do about the sheets?”
He licks his lips when he walks back into the bed to come get you, scooping you up into his arms as he brings you to the bathroom with a smirk on his face.
“I mean, we can fuck, get the sheets dirty and then fuck in the laundry room? Or fuck in the bath like I fully intend to do right now.”
“Oh my god.”
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Bad kitten ☼ yandere!jhs x hybrid!reader
▎18+ ▎ xtremity; 6 ▎ pairing: jhs x hybrid!y/n ▎ genre:smut, hybrid!au ▎ word count: 3.3k ▎ warnings: cursing, petnames, dirtytalk, controlling/obsessive/manipulative jhs, toxic relationship, stockholm syndrome-esque themes, hoseok threatens jin's owner, punishment blowjob
Request by anon: may I request a hybrid reader x yandere owner hoseok where he adopts her & keeps her in the apartment to protect her. She's soft/innocent from and happily agrees🥺, but it turns out she's been sneaking out when he's gone to play with the neighbor's hybrid (jin) bc he comes home to find her "'missing". If Hoseok punishes her, I'm going to leave details up to you.
''Hello, little kitten.''
Hoseok crouched down next to your sitting stature in the little room you were in. He'd come to the shelter to adopt a new pet, and his eyes immediately had been drawn to your picture in the list of available hybrids.
That's when he decided to come visit you, the shy little cat hybrid that was idly sitting on your bed with a book. You seemed calm, a little reserved, and incredibly adorable. Just his type. You hadn't seen the outside world much, spending most of your life in shelters. How somebody hadn't adopted you yet was beyond his knowledge, but he was also thrilled that you were gonna be his.
''Hello, Mister.'' You glanced up at him, a slight blush on your cheeks at his close proximity. He was crouched down, eyes soft and a small smile on his lips that showed off his handsome features, little dimples pushing on his cheeks as if an angel had left deep kisses on them.
''What's your name?'' He already knew your name, but he wanted to hear you say it yourself. Your voice was so sweet, so tiny, like honey in his eardrums.
''I'm Y/N.'' You reply, shutting your book closed and putting it in your lap, fingers lightly fiddling with the cover of it. Your cheeks reddened further when you felt him sit down on the bed next to you.
''Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.''
You nodded, trying out his name quietly like a whisper, ''Hobi..''
He smiled wider, a fluttering in his chest erupting like butterflies.
''Hey, how would you like to come live with me, hm?''
Your eyes widened, your hair whipping in the air when you rapidly turn to look at him, a look of shock and disbelief painted across your face,
''W-what? You mean–''
He nods, a bright smile on his lips as he reaches out to move strands of hair away from your face,
''All I gotta do is fill out the paperwork, and you're mine. But I wanted to ask you first. Would you like to be my pet?''
He was only partially lying, he hadn't filled out the paperwork yet, but he knew he was gonna do it whether you wanted it or not. He wanted you, and that was all that mattered. But making you feel like you had a choice in this would make this whole thing a much more positive experience.
You wrap your arms around him in a hug, nuzzling your face into his chest. He caresses your chair, inhaling your scent as if you were a drug.
''Yes.... Thank you, Hobi...'' You almost sobbed, and he sighed with content. You were all he ever wanted.
''I promise to protect you forever.''
Since Hoseok had brought you home to his lavish apartment, you felt like you had it all. You got proper food, new clothes that he picked out for you (he loved dressing you up in cute little summer dresses to please his eye.), and he even let you use his gaming consoles as much as you wanted. You weren't great at it, but being able to entertain yourself was important to him, since he rarely let you out of the apartment. You never thought much of it, as this was the way you were used to live since the shelter, yet it felt like you had freedom because you had this grand apartment filled with luxuries to explore and play with. He surely was doing well for himself. He didn't talk much about what he does for work, but as far as you understood, he was a famous performer.
The only time he took you outside was when you were with him, shopping or eating out. Occasionally, he'd take you for small events and festivals just to see the amazed look on your face from all the things you've never seen before.
At one occasion you'd asked him if you could go outside by yourself, for which he had a concerned look on his face, cupping your cheeks as he stared at your face,
''It's dangerous outside, my kitten. I wouldn't want you to get lost or hurt, so you can never leave the apartment without me. You understand that do you?''
You lean your cheek into his hand with a small smile, ''Okay, Hobi.''
He presses a soft kiss on your nose, ''I only say this because I love you. I don't know what I'd do if you were to get hurt or taken away from me.''
You scrunch your nose, a small giggle rolling off your lips.
Hoseok smiles, his thumbs stroking your ceeks with a fond expression on his face, ''You understand, right? Tell me.''
''I understand. I won't go anywhere without you.''
He smiles with a pleased sigh, pressing his forehead against yours,
''You're such a good girl. I'm heading to work now, I'll be back tonight.''
You nod, staying obediently in the couch as he heads for the door. He stops for a moment to look back at you, smiling,
''Call me if you need anything, I'll bring home your favourite dinner tonight. Love you, kitten.''
''I love you too, Hobi. Have a nice day at work!''
He winks before closing the door behind him, the sound of him locking the door from the outside echoing before hearing his footsteps slowly fading as he leaves for work.
Now, you loved Hoseok with every fibre of your being. He took care of you, fed you, kept a roof over your head, and provided you with every drop of affection that you ever needed. You were so, so happy & lucky to have an owner like him.
And you were grateful, you truly were. But... You had one little secret. Just a tiny, teeny one. No big deal.
A few weeks ago you were sitting on the balcony of the apartment, enjoying the sunshine and a cold glass of milk. It was a regular, perfect day.
Suddenly, a sweet, honey-laced voice had caught your attention from the balcony next to yours. They were fairly close, so you could clearly see the handsome face of the man sitting on the balcony with a bright smile on his plush lips.
''Hey, neighbour!'' He exclaimed, holding up his glass of a soda and ice. The ice in the glass clinked as he held it up, pretending that he was clashing it with yours before taking a loud chug, followed by an overexaggerated 'ahh!'
You giggled, mirroring his movements as you finished off your milk. Glancing over at him, he had his eyes completely fixed on you, the way the sun lit up his beautiful features had you blushing quite a bit.
''Hello.'' You reply timidly.
His smile remained on his lips, ''I haven't seen another hybrid around for a while, it's refreshing to the eyes,'' He said, inhaling deeply for continuing, ''You smell nice.. I mean, for a cat.''
You scrunched your nose, the small fangs of yours poking out with your smile, ''Likwise, I mean.. for a dog.''
Jin laughed, the sound was slightly obnoxious, but nothing less than infectious. You couldn't help but smile, the light conversation made you happy. It had you slightly confused, Hoseok had told you that everyone except him are dangerous.
Everyone wants to hurt you, or even take you away from me.
His words echoed in the back of your mind, and your smile faltered with it. Seokjin noticed, and a concenered smile played on his lips.
''So, you're Mr. Hoseok's new pet?''
Your ears perked up, tail slightly whipping behind you,
''You know Hobi?''
Seokjin shrugged, ''We're aquainted. He's friends with my owner... But they haven't hung out in a while.''
You felt a little better knowing that this hybrid knows Hoseok. So maybe it gave you a little reassurance that this was okay. This hybrid was nice and easy to talk to.
''By the way, where is he now?'' Seokjin asked.
''He's at work.''
Jin stood up, his tail wagging so hard that his hips moved with it,
''You should come over, my owner finally got me a new kitchen set that I'd love to use, but it's no fun cooking for myself! Maybe you wanna help me?''
You felt excited, nodding heavily before your shoulder sank once more,
''I can't get out though....''
Jin crooked an eyebrow, ''Why not?''
''The door is locked....''
Seokjin seemed concerned, ''You can't open it... from the inside?''
You shook your head, ''It doesn't have anything on it except a hole for his keys.''
''Well, you're a cat hybrid. Just jump over here, I'll catch you.''
You guess you could, you were quite agile. But the continuous words of Hoseok kept replaying in the back of your head, but the excitement of seeing your new friends was stronger. Hobi knew him, and he was so much fun. You were sure this wasn't a big deal.
''Okay!''
And just like that, weeks had gone by of Hoseok going to work, and you sneaking over to Seokjin's through the balcony to play. It surely was innocent, experiencing new flavours of food and pastries, seeing movies you didn't even know existed. You grew quite close, and it became natural to spend time with Seokjin, the dog hybrid. Your best friend.
One early afternoon, Hoseok had been able to get the rest of the day off due to his schedule being cancelled, so he thought he'd come home to surprise you with some new outfits and toys. The smile on his face quickly faded when he stepped inside of the apartment, and noticed that it was completely quiet.
Usually you'd be sprinting into his arms by now.
''Kitten? I'm home!''
He put the bags on the floor along with his jacket, running his hands through his hair as he strode to your bedroom only to find it empty.
He practically ran to check all other rooms, his heart pounding so hard in his ribcage that it felt like it would burst. With worry, and with anger.
''Y/N?! This isn't funny! If this is some fucking prank–'' The crease between his brows was strong, but he was silenced when he heard what sounded like your laugh. But it wasn't from here. Was he going crazy?
Hoseok noticed the balcony door was open, so he went outside. That's when he heard your giggle once more from the balcony next to his, the door creaked open on that side as well.
His blood was boiling. You'd broken his one and only rule? Somebody else was making you happy?
If he had no self control left he would've just jumped over to the balcony, but he had to keep his composure. He didn't want to draw any unecessary attention towards himself.
''What a bad kitten...'' He sighed as if he didn't want to say those words, quietly walking back inside, leaving the balcony door open for you.
He considered going over there and bring you back, but he figured he'd see just how long you were staying there. And, as he figured, let you enjoy the last time you'd see that dog hybrid. Actually... He couldn't wait, but he figured out one way to speed up your return.
Hoseok called his neighbour and owner of Seokin, Namjoon. They hadn't spoken outside of work for a while, for good reason. After quite a few long seconds, he answered.
''What do you want?'' Namjoon said in a cold voice.
''It's come to my knowledge that your dog has been playing with my kitten lately.'' Hoseok chuckled lightheartedly, ''I don't remember allowing this.''
Namjoon 'hmm'-ed for a second, ''I wasn't aware you had a new pet.''
''Well, I do... and I'd really recommend for you to tell your dog to stop seeing my kitten if you don't wanna have to get a new pet as well.''
Namjoon remained quiet for a second before exhaling a sigh, ''Fine. Now please don't call me outside of work.''
With that, Hoseok hung up with a victorious smile on his lips, leaning back into the couch as he waited for you.
''I should head back, it's getting late...'' You looked at the clock, knowing that Hoseok should be home from work soon. Jin nodded, giving you a hug before whispering into you ear,
''I'll miss you.''
''I'll be back tomorrow, don't miss me too much.'' You giggle as you hug him back before withdrawing, walking out on his balcony. Quietly and with precision, you jump over back to your side before sneaking back inside. The apartment was dark, and you got startled when you heard your owners voice from the couch when you walked by.
''And where have you been, kitten?''
You freeze, turning towards his stature sitting in the dark, but you can see him clearly, a perk from being a cat hybrid.
''A-ah, Hobi! You're home early...'' You stutter out.
He chuckled as he stood up and sauntered closer to you, one hand reaching up to grasp onto your jaw,
''I got home early to surprise you, but it seems like you don't care about me anymore. Hm?''
You shook your head, ''T-that's not true!''
He tils his head to the side, biting his lower lip to prevent it from trembling with anger. His eye twitched with his next words,
''Then why would you do this me, Y/N? I had one rule... And you broke it! How long have you been sneaking over to that filthy dog, huh?!''
You flinch at his words, feeling the guilt wash over you, his words hitting you like a truck. You hated when he was disappointed or angry at you.
''I'm s-sorry... I didn't think it was a big deal, he was nice to me, and–''
''That's how they manipulate you, Y/N! Everyone seems nice, but truly he wanted to take you away from me! He wanted to break us apart, is that what you wanted?! You're too naive for this outside world!''
His voice raised with every word, almost yelling at you at this point. You shrunk beneath him, feeling small and vulnerable as he cupped your cheeks to look up at his face. His eyes softened when he saw tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.
''Kitten,'' He sighed, ''I'm sorry for yelling... I..I just can't stand the thought of losing you. I got so worried when you weren't where you were supposed to be. You understand that, right?''
You nodded.
''Tell me you understand.''
''I u-understand, Hobi... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...''
He smiled, ''Good girl... Now, I know you would never intentionally hurt me, but I have to teach you a lesson now... I have to punish you, so that you know who you belong to.''
You swallowed tightly, looking up at him. He swiped your escaping tears away from your cheeks.
''You will take my punishment like a good girl, and I will forgive you.''
''Y-yes... Anything.''
''Get on your knees.''
As if your body was remoted by his commands, you instantly dropped to your knees in front of him. He turned on the TV to get a dimmed light, to be able to see you just enough. The sight below him was one of his favourites, making him feel in control of you, and the look on your eyes of wanting to please him.
''You're so fucking pretty, kitten.''
A small smile pulled on your lips, yet sitting still as you know he likes to control your every move. He put his hands on his hips, a dominant posture of his as he stares down at you,
''Undo my belt and take off these pants for me, my love.''
You obey, your small hands struggling to undo his belt at first, the embarrassment on your face and blush on your cheeks another turn on for Hoseok. You looked so small.
When the zipper finally come undone, you pull down his pants to his thighs.
''Underwear too.''
He watched your movements, your delicate hands pulling down at the hems of his boxers until his cock is revealed to you. It wasn't hard yet, idly waiting for your attention.
''If you hadn't been such an obedient pet, I would've already been rock hard for you...''
''I-I'm sorry..''
He clacked his tongue, ''Words doesn't mean anything, kitten. You better work for my cum now... Go on, suck on it.''
You lean in, hands placed in your lap as you take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as your eyes peer up at his expression. He was focused, a crease between his brows as he stared down at you with a piercing gaze.
''There you go... I'm already getting hard for you.. Much better than your words.''
He groans quietly when you take down his entire length into your mouth, easier done when he's only half erect. You gag after a few bobs when his cock grew in your mouth to full erection, letting his cock go with a pop of your lips to breathe.
His hand suddenly flies out to grasp your hair, pulling you back in to shove his cock down your throat.
''I didn't say you could stop, kitten. Keep sucking.''
You whimper, a muffled sound that made his cock twitch in your throat as he held you in place, now guiding your movements back and forth to feel your warm tongue stroke against the bottom of his length.
''You understand why I'm disappointed in you, don't you?''
He moves his hips, fucking into your mouth starting at a gentle rhythm that slowly grows rougher with every few strokes,
''You understand that you hurt me, didn't you?''
Muffled sounds escape your throat, drool dripping down from your mouth to pool at the floor. He is now pistoning his hips into your mouth, the wet squelching noise of your wet throat, feeling the way your insides contract.
''Breathe through your nose, kitten,'' He whispers with a strained voice, ''I'm gonna cum down your throat, and you're gonna swallow it all. Then, I will not give you any pleasure, you don't deserve it.''
Your eyes screw shut, focusing hard on breathing as your hands clench into fists in your lap, letting him mouthfuck you to his content. You wanted him to be proud of you, to be pleased with you.
Without warning, he gives a few rough, long strokes into your mouth before his hips freeze, cock shoved deep down your throat as he cums. Several hot, thick ropes of cum spill down your throat, feeling it dribble down and heat up your insides, a low guttural moan vibrating in his chest.
Hoseok keeps still for a moment until he's absolutely sure he's given you every last drop of himself before pulling himself out of you, crouching down until he's eye level with you, his hand letting go of your hair moving to caress your cheek.
''Swallow.''
You swallow obediently with a loud gulp.
''Show me what a good girl you are.''
You open your mouth wide, tongue hanging out to show him that you swallowed everything. He hums with content, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your lips.
''I forgive you. Now let's heat up the food I brought, it's your favourite.''
You smiled at his words, letting him take your hand in his after he buckles his belt back on, leading you to the kitchen with him to prepare the dinner.
Nothing made you happier than hearing that he loves you.
He took care of you, fed you, kept a roof over your head, and provided you with every drop of affection that you ever needed. You were so, so happy & lucky to have an owner like him.
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#yandere bts#yandere hoseok#yandere hobi#bts smut#hoseok smut#hobi smut#hoseok x you#hoseok x reader#hoseok x yn#hoseok x y/n#hobi x reader#hobi x yn#jhope x reader#jhope x yn#jhope smut#hybridbtsnetwork
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i think i just saw LUCILA “ LU ” VARGAS ride by on a golf cart . at least i think it was her . after all , CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD BY HOLE was blasting on the transistor radio . maybe she was on her way to work , i hear she’s a PERSONAL TRAINER . but she totally could have been on her way to SNEAK IN A SMOKE AT THE GARDEN . guess we’ll never know . you’ll definitely know its her when you see LOOSE AND TANGLED HAND WRAPS , BUTTON BADGES ON VEGAN LEATHER , AND HEAR THE SHRILL SOUND OF BICKERING around the country club . let’s just hope she stays off the green after hours or else the sprinklers will get her !
( new muse, messy thoughts, u get the gist. pls know the views of this chara do not reflect my own. the name’s katya, 21, she/her pronouns & im ready 2 party. feel free to hmu wnvr or drop a like to plot n ill com 2 u ! x — oh n pls be a pal n read this quick disclaimer. tysm ! )
BASICS
24 years old
15 april 1997
5′1″ or 1.55m tall
bisexual cis woman, she/her
aries sun, aqua moon, and aqua rising
love languages : quality time & acts of service
BIO POINTS
kid o’ divorce, lived w her ma in chicago til she was 6 then w her dad in highlands til 14 then back to her ma !
def a daddys gorl. so used to her white pop’s leniency that livin w her strict latina ma durin her teen yrs was So Not Her Vibe ergo * cue her rebel grrrl phase *
did not finish hs ! left senior yr 2 to go w her “ radically progressive ” college bf to [ insert dev country. ] they broke up after a few mos but she kept at that life for a couple more yrs
seen some places. lived in new countries. done some shit. some good, some sus, but all generally well-intentioned. tis a whole thing but u get the gist, nywy !
lu’s back in da usa by 21. rel w the ma is strained but the pa is chill w stuff, they kept in touch. he said shell get her college fund if she gets her ged so she does !
her dad is v active n stuff so shes just always been v sporty w him. lu turnin 23 w zilch plans worried him so he implored her to get certified as a personal trainer ! n when she did, he called in a few favors w a pal he knows et voilà ! ur hired.
LU AT WORK
shes been workin at the country club fr a little over a yr now. most her clients are influencer-type gals n they luv her bc shes can take rlly cute pics n stuff for content. lu sorta likes some of em n she fakes the rest for the bread. u can bet she clowns all em richies behind their back
unless she got clients, catch her runnin’ about the club n minglin’ w the other workers. does it annoy mngmt ? yes. n she luvs that. but bc her soon-2-b-karen clients luv her n wont stand for her bein booted, she can milk that impunity
actually knows her shit n lowkey rlly enjoys the work. she picked back up the boxing n tae kwon do she did when she was younger plus she was always in the track team at school. v healthy lifestyle save for her smokin vice n the party moments
PERSONALITY
passionate ! has lotsa opinions. helluva a drama queen, bit of a loud mouth, argumentative n stubborn but her heart’s in the right place, albeit a lil misguided. comes w the whole activist bit, bitin her tongue just aint it. highkey makes everythin political n smtms gotta realize .,.,. it just aint that deep chief. some say shes needlessly defiant, but maybe thats a in the beholder typa thing ? fingers crossed 4 lu’s sake
fun, fun, fun ! can be real naggy but shes no buzzkill. wannabe anarchist-slash-mutineer who wants 2 stick it 2 the man ! get rowdy go crazy
fight, fight, fight ! goin back to the first bit, she talks big. esp w like ,, men n the whites lol. she can actually walk her threats tho she isnt actually violent. w arguments, she likes to start em but finishin is ... ruff. also any dare, she wont back down in either doin it or arguin why doin it wld be smth-ist. shes not the sharpest tool ok rip lu
loyal legend ! fr her friends n buds, shell turn a blind eye. pals r the only exception ! truly ride or die n will do errthng 4 em. v much a believer in the power of community n ppl needin ppl or wtvr, yk, all that stuff. shes mouthy but like, she helps ppl
here’s a brief blurb n a more coherent look into lu as a character
TIDBITS
lu can understand spanish but hers is a bit broken, tis her secret shame shhh
she doesn’t believe in the institution. any institution. u name it, shes got beef
pls dont fact check her she cant hear u
probs lowkey thinks shes better than u bc shes vegan
prefers 2 be called “ lu ” n ny1 who insists on lucila is dead 2 her
comments abt her not lookin like a pt w her height n frame will result in an earful n a dramatic outburst. it aint worth it chief
watches lotsa sports w her pops. mostly indiv ones. mma, boxing, tennis, track, etc
dont ask me abt her principles n politics, i cant explain em either. v inconsistent n just messy at this point tbh but here’s a lil attempt ig
she drives a 2018 prius n lives in a p nice 1br apt outside the club
her mom’s middle class n her dad is almost upper-middle class. he isnt a member of the club but, like ,,, he cld be if he wanted to lol. he spoils her sm while she hasnt rlly Spoken to her mom besides civility, rip they both stubborn, tis a vargas thing
she is v much in a comfy position money-wise n dsnt hav much Need to hustle but sis does hav a couple of organizations she regularly sends some dough to so thats nice ig
she went fr grassroots activist to a veteran twitter/tumblr/reddit/wtvr ranter n a change.org gofundme petition regular. is it burnout ? is she ok ? honestly who knows
WANTED CONNECTIONS / TAKEN CONNECTIONS
found family ! pals n squad wanted. y’all gotta hav patience or ear plugs to power thru her self-indulgent mini-rants but shell luv ya back tenfold !
carpool buds ? cld be a pal ! or maybe yall had a lil argument or small beef but lu still drives ym bc her pride ? said mother earth first even tho the tension n silly drama is funny
homies to smoochies ! just sum nsa makin out. cld be pals, cld be flirty, idk, but if u wanna kiss her shes probs ok w that
smoke bud ! just sum1 thats her go-to 2 smoke w on her breaks. knows not to call her out on how its not healthy fr a trainer yada yada she knows ok. let her live
an ex ? idk yet shes not rlly datey but thats out there
crushes ! this bitch hot but does she know how to flirt ? not rlly. watch her fumble
debate club ! aka sum1 she bickers w relentlessly. its valid, sum1 fite her. r u a worker or a club member ? either works. its a whole club bc she can have tons, lu can be hella annoying n testy
clients ! self-explanatory. do they get along tho ? lets find out !
( im officially braindead now but if y’all got more ideas or think theres smth lu wld fit just lmk !!! down 4 wtvr, wld luv 2 hash it out w yall <3 )
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Can you please make HCS for sasuke, madara and hashirama (naruto too but I want to bother yo😢) and how they'll deal with their pregnant s/o? When the bump start to grow and their mood swings, weird food combinations and pregnancy struggles in general? Also when their s/o becomes 10 times more affectionate with them and is just soft and clingy. Thank you!💞💖💗
A/N: thanks for the request! I know I was a little slow getting to it but man I’m so swamped with life rn lol 😔 uhh also I swapped Madara out bc I felt like I didn’t make it accurate enough and so I physically couldn’t bring myself to post w his headcanons so I subbed naruto in
✎ Pregnant s/o!! (Sasuke, Hashirama, Naruto)
Sasuke Uchiha
!!I’ve done some headcanons for Sasuke + a preg s/o over here before, so His will be a bit shorter!!
He’s surprised when the baby bump actually starts showing because he didn’t actually believe he was going to have kid. So it really starts to settle in at that point.
Will make sure to be extra cautious around you to make sure nothing bad will happen to you or the baby. He’s in full force protective mode, of course he’ll play it cool but know that he’s got your back.
He’s used to his own mood swings, but when you start getting them he’s like?? What do I do? He’ll be tolerant asf though like you can call him every name in the book and then hug him five seconds later and he’ll just be there like: it’s apart of the process I guess. He can really keep his cool through a shocking amount of insults.
When he starts seeing you eating the weirdest food combinations he is confused, but he won’t say anything because he’s already experienced your mood swings and is not about to trigger them again by saying anything. If you offer him some he’ll just say no and back out of the kitchen, he doesn’t really need to get a snack.
Oh boy the clinginess. When it starts to happen he’s a bit shocked, but he assumes it’s apart of the process. (He assumes everything’s apart of the pregnancy process tbh.) I know he lowkey likes it, I know deep down he digs that clingy shit. Of course he won’t outwardly admit that, but the fact that he isn’t putting up a fight at you smothering his face is a good enough sign.
He will probably very sneakily get a book from the library about pregnancy instead of asking someone about it. Over his dead body would he ask someone like Hinata or Sakura about this stuff. So he consults a book, it was difficult bc some of the stuff he was shook to read about, but he managed to finish it.
Once the book’s finished he feels like he’s prepared for any pregnancy struggles you may have. Still somehow manages to internally flip his shit when something happens. He’ll try his best to help though.
Hashirama Senju
He’s so excited when he finds out that you’re gonna have a child together. Like a child of your own that you’ll both raise to be an amazing shinobi. Ugh he’ll be daydreaming about his kid until you actually have the child, then he’s in shambles, but that’s another story.
Will flex the fact that he is gonna have a child to anyone and anything in his path, which is kinda not a good idea. He also tightens security for the house just incase. He will be so protective bc he’s the Hokage and that makes you and the baby more vulnerable to possible attacks.
Probably yaps Madara and Tobiramas ear off because of how much he’ll talk about you and the baby. Like every five seconds he’s like “I’m having a kid lol” and tobiramas just like shut the fuck up (he’s happy for him tho.)
When he first sees the little baby bump he’s so fucking hyped. Like he’ll probably come up to you randomly just to place his hands on it. He’s like “that’s my kid in there wow.” Honestly he’s just so excited like that man is a ball of happiness.
He’s gonna be kinda shook about some of the pregnancy struggles. Like when you start getting mood swings he’s like so confused at first. He just figures it’s cause of the baby and so he’ll try and hug it out. You could have just called him a bunch of names and he’s just gonna be like “shut up let’s just hug it out.”
That usually does the trick and when it doesn’t, he’ll sneak out and let you fume for a bit before he comes back and tries again.
Enjoys the clinginess 100%. Like he loves it. Its a nice change from the bad part of the mood swings. While you’re cuddling he’ll play with your hair and have a hand resting on your belly. Then you’ll both talk about what you want to name the baby if it’s a boy or a girl, what you think they’ll be like, if they’ll have his eyes or you hair. (He prays they have his hair bc let’s be real it’s lucious asf.)
Like idk I feel like I need to emphasize the fact that he really does love the soft clingy side you’ll get. If he’s working a lot he will sometimes bring you to work with him, will let you lay on a couch in his office while he does his work.
He will have to refrain so hard from laughing at the weird cravings you’re having. Like if he walks into the kitchen and sees you eating some next level crazy meal he’s gonna need to back out of the kitchen and calm himself down. Then he’ll walk in and be like “hey honey, whatcha doing?”
Just because you knew he was laughing and what you were eating five seconds ago you’ll force him to eat it with you. Then he’ll be all like “I’m the hokage! I can’t get sick! Not like this, anyways.” Then he sees your face and he’s like: shit. So he ends up eating with you. Will pretend it’s good but he’s dying on the inside.
When you’re too tired to get out of bed some days he’ll definitely try his best to make you feel comfortable. Will use an earth style jutsu to put flowers around the room to entertain you while you’re in bed. He will also make your weird pregnancy craving meals for you while you’re in bed. And yes, he will laugh to himself the whole time while he makes it.
The closer to the pregnancy he gets the more he daydreams about your kid. He’ll get so excited and will think about all the things he’s gonna teach them.
Naruto Uzumaki
I feel like him and Hashirama would have similar reactions to a lot of things. Like when he first finds out about your pregnancy he is so hyped and will tell literally anyone. Thinks about his future kid all the time. Will probably suggest to name the kid after some type of ramen.
He’s the most immature about dealing with pregnancy stuff. Like I know I wanna give him the benefit of the doubt but.. let’s be real here he’s freaking out the whole time. That’s not to say he isn’t gonna try and be helpful though, like he will genuinely try his best to help. It just won’t end up the way he wanted it too.
Will ask Sakura about what the heck he’s supposed to do, she’ll probably be super helpful and will try and give you some weird special food pills to help you keep energized. Naruto will burn them when she leaves bc he knows those food pills are so gross, it’s the thought that counts I guess.
He also takes videos and pictures 24/7. He wants to make sure he documents everything. “Look, future baby! Your mom is having another pregnancy mood swing- ach! Did’ya see that? Your mom just tossed a shoe at me!”
When the baby bump starts forming he pokes it. Not harmfully, just like.. he wants to make sure it’s real. Like he’s actually having a kid, Crazy! Anyway, so after he pokes it to make sure it’s not fake, he’ll document the moment. “Hey future baby! Look, this is you. Inside there.” (Cue a vv gentle stomach poke)
The mood swings can entertain him sometimes and other times they can annoy the crap out of him. Like you’re crying one second and the next you’re yelling about the one time he forgot to pick you up for a date like three years ago. He’s really crappy at handling anything that have to do with mood swings. He’ll either be a doof about it or he’ll get offended. Then Sakura has to knock some sense into him.
He means well though, he’s still getting used to everything.
Don’t even get me started on how he reacts to the weird food cravings. Like sometimes he’ll lovingly tease the crap out of you for the weird things you’re eating or he’ll be excited and join in. Like you’re putting a scoop of peanut butter in your ramen? He’s grabbing the chopsticks! Will probably be sick afterwards.
The times when you are clingy are the best, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing so you two can just hang out. If that means you just want to lay in bed and sleep, then he’ll do it! Or if that means you wanna go on a walk, then he’ll do it!
Likes to spend as much time with you as possible. Just wants to make sure you’re okay and if you need him to do anything for you.
Overall 10/10 bc he may be a little bit of a goof, but he always means well <3
#naruto headcanons#naruto imagines#naruto uzumaki#naruto shippuden#hashirama senju#sasuke uchiha#Sasuke x reader#akatuski
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confectionery kisses (fat gum x reader)
summary: “I know you’re enjoyin’ me, but -- uh -- can I kiss ya?” The alcohol hit him fully now; the hero too enumerated to be bashful. Steamie looked up and was greeted by lemon color eyes that held utter kindness. xxx lord forgive me bc this is so wholesome it killed me!!! but basically, bakery!au ft. meet-cute w/ drunken kissing shenanigans~! (well it's 1 kiss ok but it is what it is)
author note: i’m considering a part 2 that picks up where this leaves off, but w smut. if that’s sumthin anyone would b interested in, pls lmk~!
reader is nonbinary/afab!
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Focused, flour caked hands kneaded the dough before them. The young baker too engrossed by the magic of dough to notice a soft chime sound through the shop. Customers weren’t uncommon for them. Steamie’s Bakery was a word-of-mouth local treasure. A bewitching pastry shop that had the best donuts, honest. Steamie -- as they prefer -- adored their neighbors praises. Steady streams of patrons in a ‘hot spot’ for criminal activity wasn’t exactly the best business decision. However, this run-down homestyle bakery -- and it’s holes -- were theirs.
Steamie hummed as they worked. Their mind was stuck within sugary confectionery.
“Hey… y’all open?” This man’s voice was gruff and carefree. A smile wrapped in his syllables.
Fat Gum stood within the tiny bakery. His form dwarfed the modest space; the edge of his hood scrapped against the ceiling as he waited for a response. The BMI Hero was surprised his lumbering footsteps hadn’t alerted the owner. Was it possible he had misread the sign? Work had drained him recently. Fat Gum had practically dragged himself to Steamie’s Bakery. Locals babbled constantly about the place, and he desired a quiet bite after hours. The quant business was one of the only eateries open at such an hour.
The abrupt sound whipped the enamored baker from their task. Warm eyes glanced up, irises bright and alive despite the time. “Hi. Yes! Yes, we are. I’m Steamie.” Their eyes met the giant man who stood awkwardly in front of a display. He looked so out of place, the man’s body bulbous and impossibly large. Steamie guessed by the man’s rather campy mask that he was an off-duty hero. A species of hero not seen often around their street. The area deemed too dangerous for such leisurely activity.
Truth be told, Steamie didn’t care about heroes. Or villains. The tall baker instead hyper focused upon baking. A hobby that morphed into a job. However, a small voice inside Steamie wanted to impress the man. He seemed so friendly and looked so… cuddly. Like a sentient teddy bear. A man composed of pillows and kindness.
Fat Gum furrowed his brows. The BMI Hero seemed to be in deep thought over exactly which eclair to buy. He had never seen so many flavors before. Strawberry, blueberry, cherry, watermelon. Every flavor sounded as delicious as the last. Pink tongue darted out between his lips and teeth. A sugar overload was tempting. Simple black coffee wouldn’t cure this sluggy fog. Besides, he had burned away precious fat today. It was a treat.
“Steamie? Does your quirk help with your work?” Fat Gum asked, as he scanned the pastries. He noticed their designs now. Soft and lacy intricate artwork that intertwined on each eclair; each pattern unique and perfectly executed. Every baked good was a labor of love.
A snort escaped Steamie; the sound high pitched and hearty.
“I wish. No, I just emit a puff of steam. I’m basically a glorified dehumidifier.” Steamie brushed flour decorated hands against their apron. The young baker was keen to serve the hero. Hero culture wasn’t an interest of theirs, but the physical embodiment of a pillow was too enticing for the baker. They wondered what exactly their job was. ‘Due to his size… maybe rescue?’
It was now Fat Gum’s turn to laugh. Rumbly and soft. “I don’t do rescue. Say, uh, how much are these eclairs?”
Rambling out loud was habitual for them. Their thoughts grew legs of their own and walked out into tangible space. They were immune to the embarrassment of it, instead accepting their odd trait.
Steamie slapped a dusty hand to their forehead. “I don’t have price tags..?” The sentence was in limbo between a question and an answer. They had rearranged the shop recently. Changing pastry stock required innovation. The elclairs before Fat Gum had been a stroke of late night genius. Birthed from the desire for a gooey center and intricate lace. A happy medium for the proud baker.
The baker quickly stepped behind the counter, dust flew from their hands. Diligent hands eventually found a leftover tag and wrote down a price. Patrons caused Steamie to envelope themselves into baking. Most days, flour and powdered sugar felt impossible to wash off. Almost like a second skin; signs of their success.
Steamie beckoned Fat Gum to the counter. The BMI Hero obliged; pep in his gait.
“Here. Don’t go thinking you’re getting a discount!” Steamie’s laugh echoed in the bakery as they handed the hero price tags. Fat Gum could swear the baker’s body vibrated from the sound. “I’ve been busy lately. Cakes and pies don’t sell themselves.”
The hero’s smile grew like marigolds; fast and vibrant. Steamie didn’t mind looking at this hero. His posture was proud, but hid something. A mystery Steamie couldn’t quite figure out. ‘Kinda interesting…’
“What’s interesting?” Fat Gum asked, the giant of a man still enamored by pastries.
“You know my quirk; what’s yours? It’s probably super interesting.”
The hero’s face contorted into a mix of confusion and admiration. ‘Does she not know who I am?’ “My quirk is fat absorption. I don’t usually look like this!” A laugh erupted from the man. His notoriety meant everyone knew of his quirk. The banter was refreshing. Fat Gum enjoyed the naivety of the baker.
Their conversation died down as Fat Gum perused baked goods. Steamie wandered back to their original post. They almost forgot the hero was in the shop. Heavy footsteps dissolved any fantasy of peace and quiet. Little moments of serenity were scarce, but nightfall brought the quiet Steamie craved. A meager smile etched into the corners of the baker’s mouth. They hummed as they worked; now fully absorbed in kneading dough.
“Hey,” the hero’s gruff voice broke the silence between them, “hope it’s not too much trouble, but I’m ready to be rung up!” His words carried an airiness to them; like cotton candy. Steamie wondered if this was a natural state for Fat Gum.
Steamie nodded, again wiping their hands on their apron. Dusty fingers worked at the register and completed the transaction between the two.
Fat Gum stopped short of the door and turned to the baker still stationed at the counter. “What’s your name?” He asked with childish curiosity, as if Steamie’s name was a mystery.
“Like I said, I’m Steamie,” they replied, eyeing the hero. It wasn’t uncommon for locals to ask what their real name was, but as far as Steamie cared, Steamie was their name. An abstract, genderless name that suited them.
Fat Gum laughed, a hearty sound that echoed through the empty bakery. Steamie swore display cases shook. Almost reminiscent of thunder. “No, uh, your… Your real name, unless you prefer Steamie. It’s cute.” A tint of red dotted his cheeks, unable to hide the embarrassment that painted his face. He didn’t intend to tell the baker; the compliment had slipped past him.
“Steamie is who I am. Is Fat Gum not who you are?” They chose to ignore the comment, it was muttered anyway, as if the hero was embarrassed. It was polite to not intimate customers.
“Toyomitsu,” the hero said and pointed to his chest; a smile stretched across his face.
“It was nice to meet you, Toyomitsu.”
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Fat Gum -- or Toyomitsu as he preferred -- was absent from the shop, until several weeks after their first meeting.
It was closing time and Steamie was locking up. Despite their dingy location, the baker only carried two keys; one to lock up and the other to unlock their apartment. There were better things to steal than confectionery.
“Long time no see, huh, Steamie?”
The thunderous voice obviously belonged to Toyomitsu; unique and hearty.
The baker flinched at the sudden noise and swiftly turned to the BMI Hero. His face was no longer taunt and long, but instead, squishy and soft. Chubby cheeks that were made for pinching and a soft, bulbous belly. The man before them sounded like Toyomitsu, but his hefty frame was the opposite of the hero Steamie met.
“You’re… Toyomitsu, right?” Remembering names wasn’t one of Steamie’s strong suits.
A light blush crept across Toyomitsu’s face, ending at the tips of his ears. “That’s me! Kinda surprised you remembered, it’s been awhile.”
Steamie nodded and finished to lock the door, pocketing their key.
“I was wondering,” Toyomitsu began, “if you wanted to get a bite. It’d be my treat!” The hero’s tone was excited, like a child asking for a sweet. ‘He’s so enduring like this… reminds me of a teddy bear.’ Steamie’s lips curled into a petite smile. A secret between friends.
In truth, Toyomitsu wanted more than a dinner date, but any meaningful relationship is built on friendship. At least that’s the advice he offered to Red Riot. The pro hero wanted to kiss the baker and pinch their cheeks; all while cooing at them.
“No thanks, I’m exhausted from today,” Steamie replied. They saw Toyomitsu’s wide grin falter and felt a pang in their chest. ‘His face is just too cute!’ “Actually, I don’t live far from here, and I have some left-over pastries. They don’t sell like my eclairs.” Anything Steamie baked was delicious, Toyomitsu decided.
“Sure!” He eagerly replied. A grin encompassed his face as the couple walked towards the baker’s apartment.
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The BMI hero sat across Steamie as the baker dove into another work related story. He adored the spark in their eyes, like tiny sprinkles decorating a vibrant treat. A treat he wanted to admire and cherish. Watching Steamie become animated while they talked caused Toyomitsu’s heart to quiver against his ribcage.
Steamie -- to their credit -- truly opened up after several cups of wine; slurring and excited. Their thoughts were no longer accidental blurbs, but drunken fragments.
“...an’ that’s why I don’ keep sugar an’ flour!”
Toyomitsu nodded, tufts of blond feathered around his forehead.
“Wanna touch your cheeks, can I?” The baker asked, their voice small and childlike. This was the first sentence that wasn’t a slurred mess, and yet, Toyomitsu still felt heat bloom in his cheeks.
Gently, Toyomitsu brought their small hand -- that his own dwarfed -- against his cheek. The baker’s touch was warm, like fresh baked bread. Without realizing, the hero nuzzled into Steamie’s palm.
‘So soft…’
“Yeah, you are.” The alcohol had made Toyomitsu brave, lion hearted and flustered.
Pink sprinkled across Steamie’s face as they withdrew their hand and buried their face within their palms. “Sorry,” the baker slurred, “you… You look so ‘oft.”
Toyomitsu chuckled at the mumbled apology. “S’ok, you’re cute.”
Steamie let out a soft gasp, “Cute? Dunno ‘bout that! But I think your cheeks…” They weren’t accustomed to compliments, especially compliments from a teddy bear. ‘Wanna bury myself in his chest.’
“You can.”
Steamie’s face was uncovered and ever red, the baker unable to justify hiding the inferno that burned into their cheeks.
The baker devolved into a red and squealing mess; unable to form coherent sentences, like little pieces of creamy confectionery. The pro hero wondered what their plush lips felt like pressed up against his… They looked so small, so delicate. A treasure he wanted to covet. The hero’s large, calloused finger reached up and quickly swiped across the supple flesh. ‘Like a flower petal,’ Toyomitsu thought.
The baker drifted into Toyomitsu’s lap; scorching and far too big for their frame. “Ya smell ‘ice,” Steamie mumbled and buried their face into the gigantic man’s chest. Fluffy and cozy, like a pillow. “Like a pillow!” Steamie couldn’t help the outburst. Toyomitsu wasn’t a man, but a plushie they wanted to bury themselves in. He was velvety and felt like home. The baker inhaled his scent, trying to memorize the floral notes of his laundry soap. Vanilla and honeysuckle.
Toyomitsu petted their hair, running his fingers through long strands. Even their hair was soft. Steamie was a squishy marshmallow he wanted to keep. He wrapped an arm around their small body, hyper aware of their delicate structure. Warm hands began to rub Steamie’s back as they nuzzled against Toyomitsu’s sweatshirt. ‘Feels like a hug.’
“I know you’re enjoyin’ me, but -- uh -- can I kiss ya?” The alcohol hit him fully now; the hero too enumerated to be bashful. Steamie looked up and was greeted by lemon color eyes that held utter kindness.
Their tongue refused to cooperate, the baker only able to produce a curt nod. Their face was a blazing wildfire, a vibrant array of pinks and rogues.
Slowly, Toyomitsu pressed his chapped lips against the baker’s mouth. The kiss was slow and sloppy, neither party capable of coordinated motion. Toyomitsu brushed his tongue along their lips and tasted sugar. His mind was clouded with lewd thoughts of the baker as he finally broke the kiss; greedy lungs heaving -- desperate for air.
“Ya taste good, wonder what this tastes like,” the pro hero pondered. His hand gently palming between their thighs.
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you know i had do it ya... all of them. all of the watercolors
DSFRGTREDFR i appreciate u so much....... (wont re-answer th ones ive already answered tho)
cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind?
alex. is anyone surprised? probably not. alex is the biggest source of happiness for me at the moment bc i love them so much and think of them so often vuv
hansa yellow; what’s your guilty pleasure song?
god is a woman by arianna grande!!!!! love it
yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of!
i hope it counts if it’s a fictional band bc Julie and the Phantoms own my ears rn
naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?
in my little apartment, in my bed with bunches of blankets and stuffed animals and snacks vuv
raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home?
i don’t know! i’ve never really thought about it, and thinking about it now, i can’t pick out just one person. any of my friends, i guess!
golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.
i don’t have just one closest friend, i have a few. but my relationship with them is nice, we’ve made good strides to setting healthy boundaries, i think, and we can talk to each other about anything! :D
cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?
rest and relax, watch a show or maybe just turn on some music while I play lovestruck or lovelink, play some pokemon, and either write or draw! i also really like to nap, especially since i often wake up early on my days off, and most of my friends aren’t online yet. helps me skip to when they Are online
orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad?
oh, i have many people who would be very supportive, i know. it’s not a matter of having someone for me, though. i just don’t know how to bring it up to them, so i usually just keep quiet about it whenever i am :’)
titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?
relaxing evenings, i think. slow mornings tend to frustrate me a little, but relaxing evenings are perfect
shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything?
julie! and! the! phantoms!!!!! i mean i already bingewatched it but i keep rewatching it like all at once, that counts right???
red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)?
right-brained B)
burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it?
there are many, but i can’t think of any names or artist right now :^)
english red; what animal do you relate to most?
tiger tiger tiger tiger t-
vermilion; what’s your favorite accent?
right now? greek!
cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?
not really! just. girl or nb, i guess lol
scarlet; describe your current crush/es.
i guess i’m still nursing a crush from a couple years ago, though it’s much smaller now since we don’t talk as much but ummm she’s really sweet and funny, and endlessly kind it feels like. she’s so creative and smart and i love how passionate she gets <3 she’s a really good friend, too, and i really appreciate having her in my life in any amount :D
ruby; what does your ideal first date look like?
some cute little cafe-type place, MAYBE with some light hand holding, as we talk about whatever comes to mind, be it fandoms, our lives, etc.
carmine; what does your ideal second date look like?
just hanging out in the living room or bedroom, really. i don’t care much for going out, but if we went out anywhere at all, it would be lovely to walk down the street after a nice autumn rain vwv
madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?
no, and i don’t think i will ever really want to kiss anyone, thinking of being kissed kind of squicks me out. unless it’s a kiss on the cheek or hand or something, then that would be okay :)
rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now?
oh hm..... well, at work, my coworker has been really nice about letting me play christmas music on the radio all day :) it drives him nuts, but he keeps turning it on for me because he knows i like it a lot. it’s really sweet. it’s not a huge gesture, but it means a lot to me!
quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to?
the day that i finally adopt a cat! i’ve been sitting on it since around april but i just keep waiting. the day i do it, though..... i can’t wait!
violet rose; what does your dream house look like?
small house near the base of a mountain. neighbors not too far away, but not too close. i have a big yard, and a great view of the mountains i nthe area, and lots of trees. inside and nice and homey, soft yellows with accents of white paint the walls inside and out, and it’s filled to the brim with little knickknacks and things i’ve collected over the years
violet; is there any place in particular you’d like to settle down?
right now my heart is set on colorado because the mountains there were gorgeous.... i’d settle for anywhere close to some mountains though
blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down?
i’d like to travel a little, visit some of the friends i’ve made, really do something good for the world before i settle
cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?
the rocky mountains!
ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?
i’m in a good mood right now! just getting to talk to my friends while i eat dinner and enjoy the things i love is a pretty good recipe for a good mood!
blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember?
i.... hmm. im having a hard time remembering any recent dreams. i had to go look into one of my chats for the last time i mentioned one- i had a dream where i was talking and became friends with Mr Fruit, a youtuber i’ve gotten really into watching recently :)
bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each?
honestly just me, a spouse, maybe a kid that we adopted (Maybe!!!!), and a LOT of pets. cats and dogs, at least one snake, some rats........
blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could?
i’m okay with my name, though i think i’m starting to really prefer meg over megan. if i could give myself a different name w no judgement on what it would be, i think i definitely would tho
prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent?
vanilla cupcake candles <3
azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any?
i don’t have a favorite!
turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant?
tiger lilies <3
cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog?
ABSOLUTELY
glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives.
cute. soft. mine.
yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario?
i hear the sound of birds and crickets, and a babbling brook off in the distance. i see flowers that don’t typically grow together doing so for me, shifting lightly in the wind. a few critters bounce over the flowers from time to time- fox kits, rabbits. everything’s at peace.
green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better?
hmm. yes and no? i think a lot of things for me would improve if i could just work up the courage to come out irl. even if i didn’t get the responses i would want.
green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?
france, cyprus, japan. i think the one i would like to visit most is cyprus :) i don’t have plans for the other two, just dreams vwv
emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?
not yet! but i’d love to learn french and greek and tagalog!
oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book?
where the red fern grows
olive green; are you currently reading anything? how do you like it so far?
not any books, but i’ve been meaning to start reading cinder!
mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?
ratatouille vuv
burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself?
eat dinner and drink water :) (im doing both rn)
umber; have you drank enough water today?
i think i’ve drank 2 bottles. not as much as normal, but i plan to drink more!
voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent?
my scro friends :) (thats th name of our gc lol) there’s three other people in there and that’s typically where i go to vent if i have to. them, or my MLF friends. both groups always have my back and i adore them
sepia; name five things that always make you happy.
alex, food, blankets, talking to friends, buying stuffed animals
indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?
one of my coworkers once told me that he can see the passion that i have for art, and i don’t think anyone has ever told me that they can see it before. it meant a lot and i hold it close to my heart now :)
payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?
this is too hard my aesthetic is too broad ;( here’s my aesthetic tag tho
black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!
im eating fried chicken rn so i will not take a new pic. instead, have this older selfie from 4 months ago!
#about me#SDFEWDEFR THANKS AGAIN........ THIS TOOK ME A HOT MINUTE BUT I LIKED ANSWERIGN THEM ALL :)
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ateez reaction: filming an asmr video with an asmrtist s/o
➣ requested? X
➣ genre: fluff(prolly not but we’ll go w it), humor
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A/N: yeah this was made entirely bc i was thinking about seonghwa getting scared over the fact that he made a nice sound in his one asmr vid so,,,, yeah. enjoy! :)
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❥ kim hongjoong
was iffy about the idea until he realized hey, the two of you could still make music, just much quieter
you’d probably film like,,,, asmr songwriting,,,,, where it’s just you two working silently on a song
in the beginning it’s really quiet, but you do get some sexy pencil/keyboard sounds 🥰💕
once he gets into the groove of things he’s very calm and focused, and that relaxing vibe transfers into the video
tries to do actual asmr triggers, but everything gains rhythm and before you know it heyyy this a pretty sick beat 😳
the song he ends up writing uses only asmr triggers for the instrumental along with very soft vocals, and bc this man lives and breathes music ITS A WHOLE BOP
10/10 content. would nap to again
❥ park seonghwa
could not find gifs of his asmr video smh but anyways seonghwa, we know ur hot already, we get it. pls calm down
kq sir where’s the seonghwa asmr series the people don’t just want it, the people NEED it
was ready for this since before he exited the womb
since this man is already a whole asmrtist you’d film something like that “asmr friend tries giving me tingles” video
very excited by the expensive mic
“is this how you do it” except he really doesn’t have any reason to ask you, he already knows what he’s doing
gets REALLY shook whenever he makes a god sound
like remember the plastic wrap/facial mist moment he had in his own vid?? that x10
the video you post with him ends up your most viewed. not because of the emotional support kpop boy you got on the video, no it’s the extreme quality
❥ jeong yunho
you guys would probably film SOMETHING with talking, maybe one of the asmr interviews w magazine does
except there’s a real asmrtist asking questions and a kpop boy to answer
REALLY good at soft spoken asmr. like the low rumble in his voice!?! mmm. 23/10 would tingle again
probably really good in general. like even if he doesn’t watch asmr normally will probably watch a number of videos before filming to make editing easier on you so the video is actually VERY GOOD
honestly he probably makes the best sounds in the video and you’re just like :o
“jeong yunho, where’d you learn how to do that” “👀 the nice russian lady on youtube”
overall a very relaxing experience
he’d probably end up filming w you again because of how smoothly it goes
well done jeong yunho
❥ kang yeosang
does not have the slightest clue what the fuck he’s doing but he’s already quiet and gentle so you wouldn’t be able to tell
the very definition of fake it til you make it!
anyways you’d also probably have to film a semi-crackhead video with him to keep him engaged
yk the crush on 9 fast tapping relay thing w his 3 friends? i imagine that but w yeosang
maybe not the same exact concept, but like you’d definitely make something with the same relaxed “just playing around w my friends :)” energy
that being said yeosang is a package deal. if you have yeosang, at least one other member will make an appearance
but he’ll make sure it’s at least not the chaos lord wooyoung
idk his humor’s kind of underrated but it would definitely show in smth like that
like he’d actually produce good content, but his bloopers would be so funny that you can’t remove them, you just quiet them
the people would want him back anyways so he’d get better with time
10/10 recommend this mans as an asmrtist kq where’s the ateez asmr-
❥ choi san
i was looking for a certain gif of him from the woosan tingle interview and i was unsuccessful but you know what? this is just as good if not better because SAN
a lil too psyched for this relaxation joint but issokay, he cute
y’all probably make some type of ear cleaning video bc remember how excited he was when they gave him the earpick 🥺
very focused on sound quality
squeaks whenever he makes a somewhat unpleasant sound
gets shiber into the video as an object to make triggers with
probably gets tingles somewhere along the way and just giggles to himself. it’s a little loud but please don’t edit it out
can and will recite ateez intros/outros. like he’ll just be vibing petting shiber then suddenly he’s leaning into the mic and just
“the freezing winds may make us-” he starts shaking shiber to emphasize his point “-shiverrr”
and what can you do but smile when all that separates you from the only man ever is a binaural mic?
one of the members whose end video is actually super high quality
❥ song mingi
clueless. there are three question marks floating above his head at all times
like he’s actually trying, he’s just big and loud
follows you around like a lost puppy
tries VERY hard to copy whatever you do and it’s VERY cute
phases in and out of whispering but completely on accident, he’s lost
like yunho, actually has a nice soft speaking voice once he figures that shit out
cute smile when he’s actually producing good content
honestly tho for mingi to stay engaged you might have to play some sort of game
the video would probably be one of those “guess the trigger” games
like the one co9 made w his one friend? yeah that
mingi would end up with the chicken toy though
you’d have a lot of bloopers bc he either hits something/talks too loud/laughs but it’s okay, we stan song mingi!! and you know he wasn’t nearly as bad as a certain sagi groupmate he has!!!!
❥ jeong wooyoung
my good nctzens, my fellow grass, you know the jsmr jeno filmed w jaemin that absolutely went to shit? that’s what you’re filming with wooyoung.
he’s jaemin, obviously
you’re probably gonna film some type of cooking asmr so he’s not BREATHING DIRECTLY INTO THE MIC
PLEASE don’t bring the electric mixer PLEASE make him whisk the batter like a “real man”
you probably get a shot somewhere along the way of him tossing an ingredient wrapper into the stratosphere or several
will lean into the mic to bring up a random tmi he remembered, all while breathing VERY heavily “ATINY DO YOU WANNA HEAR MY YOSHI IMPRESSION”
when he does that too he probably phases in and out of whispering in his excitement. your ears? wasted.
probably whisper yells too
the video ends up really short because wooyoung is too chaotic for this type of thing. record a normal cooking video with him next time, please.
❥ choi jongho
actually relaxed, even gets the art of not breathing at the mic down very quickly and picks up filming tricks along the way
but since he’s still part of the chaos line you’d film something like the gibi/marno/goodnight moon collabs.
50% asmr misc. roleplay, 50% comedy film
an apple would make its way into the video YES he’ll break it
but far enough from the the mic that it doesn’t break you ears
and mr jongho is the master of keeping a straight face. the one pulling the stupid shit would be both of you, but ALL your noise cuts would be because YOU laughed, not him
maybe if you two had a brain this would’ve been the most successful endeavor but nope y’all take “no thoughts, head empty” way too seriously for that to happen
anyways stan choi jongho, aka my fav grocery store
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#ateez#atinyforatiny#ateez reactions#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines#ateez headcanons#ateez writing#ateez fluff#ateez humor#ateez hongjoong#ateez seongjoong#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#perhaps i clowned wooyoung a lil too hard#eh#love u wooyoung
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