#looks like a mini chair tho

[mortifying-macaroni]

Andrei and his cat son Malachi

[sttoru]

ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. toji letting baby megumi try all kinds of new food !

it was a typical monday morning: you were making breakfast for your little family, flipping pancakes and eggs as you left toji to handle the task of helping megumi go through his routine. once your husband had finished, he walked into the kitchen with your little child in his arms (this time holding the boy somewhat properly).

once you turn your head towards the two, you noticed how megumi was eagerly suckling on toji’s index finger—a habit of your son to signal you that he yearned for his daily nutrients.

“megumi’s biting my finger off,” toji exaggerates, yawning before moving towards the fridge and opening the door. the sudden breeze of cold air hitting his skin makes him shudder.

you laugh and flip a pancake, revealing its golden brown colour on the back, “i stored ‘gumi’s food on the second shelf. a little in the back.”

megumi’s tiny arms were already reaching out for the familiar bowl, making grabby hands at it as if encouraging his dad to feed him his meal. toji’s eyes, however, were scanning the entire content of the fridge for something new, “y’know, maybe it’s time to learn how to eat somethin’ else, kid. your taste buds need’ta get used to other foods.”

according to his ‘brilliant’ logic, it’s best to get kids used to new foods at a young age so they won’t become picky eaters later on. thus, toji grabs the most random combination of whatever looks edible. the gathered items consisted of pickles, strawberries, mini-carrots, tomatoes and a single lemon.

toji quickly glances over at you, but your attention was totally focused on the breakfast you were preparing. your husband takes his chance, puts megumi in his high-chair and cuts up all the food he grabbed to biteable pieces for the baby, “alright, i’ll give ya the freedom of choosin’ something on y’r own. go on.”

toji places the various items on megumi’s small tray. the boy stares at the food and picks a piece of strawberry first since the red colour was the most appealing. megumi munches on it, hands as well as his lips getting a bit messy. he didn’t seem to dislike it as his little pouty lips continued to move and digest the fruit.

“okay, so ya like the strawberries. noted.” toji makes a mental note of the new discovery, already planning on buying boxes of strawberries for his son.

once megumi swallowed the piece, the curious boy goes on and picks another type of food. this time it was a yellow coloured piece—one which megumi had no knowledge about. toji did, however, and was already grinning.

the man crossed his arms while he looked down at his kid who was about to go through an unpleasant experience. that’s what builds character according to toji, so why would he intervene and stop megumi from eating a lemon? finding out on his own will teach him a very valuable lesson.

the second megumi’s tongue picks up on the extreme sour taste, his nose scrunches up, eyebrows furrowing along with a disgusted noise escaping the back of his throat, “blegh!”

toji bursts out laughing and points at megumi whose tiny fingers were trying to wipe the taste off his tongue, spitting and almost crying from the unfamiliar taste that entered his mouth. most parents would help their child out and give them water to rinse their mouth, however the scene was apparently way too hilarious to your husband for him to even think about rushing to aid megumi.

you turn to see what the commotion was about and spot your son almost in tears from whatever he ate. you frown and walk up to the high-chair, inspecting the squished piece of lemon in megumi’s hand.

“mannnn, that was the funniest stuff i’ve seen in a while.” toji snickers once he calms down, finally grabbing a tissue to wipe megumi’s drool and spit off.

“poor baby.” you watch the small child stare at his dad with a pouty expression on his little face like he was awaiting on an apology of some kind.

even toji can’t deny it: he did somewhat feel bad now. those big and watery eyes looking up at him made him soften in a fraction of a second. the dark-haired man dumps the used tissues in the nearby garbage can and then walks back to the high chair;

“aww, okay, ‘m sorry.” toji coos and lifts megumi up in his embrace, smothering the child with kisses all over his exposed shoulders before softly poking the fat of his cheeks, “can you forgive your daddy, kiddo?”

“da-da!” megumi happily giggles without knowing the meaning of toji’s words. all the kid desired at that instant was more of his dad’s attention and affection. especially after what occurred a moment ago.

megumi was guaranteed to get what he needed since toji was already preparing to tickle and kiss his adorable son all over as an apology.

you chuckle and go back to making breakfast—your ears filled with high-pitched squeals from your son as toji’s voice called out for a ‘tickle attack’.

at least all was well in the end.

[yok00k]

Igual Que Un Ángel

pairing: hellokittylover!/bimbo!oc x boxer!jk

genre: MATURE, fluff, lowkey angst,

“heaven must have sent you, love”

synopsis: after spending the entire day shopping with your boyfriend, you’re craving mochi donuts and bubble milk tea before going to bed and jungkook, even in his tired state, will do everything to make you happy.

word count: 5.4k

warnings: so much fluff, NO plot, jealous/possessive kook, oc can’t tell when someone flirts with her, tiny silent treatment, oc is kinda dumb, lots of kisses, shower sex, oral [m], oc’s head game is STRONG, head pusher jk, hair pulling, they went shopping for underwear, cussing, aftercare, oc is obsessed with pink/hello kitty, oc is so desperate for his cock and she must get what she wants⛄️(she was virgin before this took place), oc had a vid of her playing, mention of toys, JK is not trying to b obvious but he’s IN LOVE, brief cockwarming at the end, <not proofread>

author’s note: i def did not write this in between my classes😮‍💨 i just discovered that im mentally unhinged as im editing this in class. I have my priorities straights tho so here you go🥢

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you suppose today was really wonderful.

you two spend almost the whole day at the outlet mall, mostly to shop clothes for yourself. you needed new pairs of undies and Jungkook being the glorious boyfriend he is, helped you shop. not only he paid for all your purchase, he also gives his opinions on certain cloth materials of what the underwear was made of. he wants to make himself useful by helping you out pick out make sure that they’re comfortable to your preference, he goes with you in the fitting room to try them on in front of him.

As you try on clothes for hours and hours in multiple shops, your boyfriend miraculously always finds a chair in the corner of each fitting room that he can rest on. a few hours later, you two arrive back at your place. jungkook initiated to carry all the paper bags you had as the two of you headed from the garage to inside your house.

soon, he began cooking the night’s dinner, which you really enjoy watching because he keeps entertaining you with his skillful talent and his humorous jokes. a quality time like this just makes you fall in love with him even more. you wish and pray that you can spend the rest of this delightful lifetime with him.

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the hands of the clock signifies 11:11, which is usually the time you drift off to sleep. except tonight isn’t a typical night, owing to the fact that your beloved lover is sleeping over at your cozy flat.

although it’s pretty late, you two are cuddled on your not-so-spacious couch, watching a kdrama that was recently released and you still have the clothes you put on this afternoon: a cute pink long sleeve crop top and a pink/black mini skirt. you also can’t forget to add a pair of thick fleece tights since it’s freezing cold outside.

you felt a sudden cravings for something in the midst of the show. you desire for something sweet. and chewy.

“koo..” you murmur, distracting your man from the show on the big screen. he redirects his focus to you as he caresses your hair with his soft, yet rough palms.

“i’m craving donuts”

“want me to go to the convenience store and grab some for you?” he suggests

“no I don’t want that, I want mochi donuts” you cutely demand

“but baby it’s too late” he said, lifting his wrist to look at his gold Rolex watch. “aren’t they close at this time?”

these days, your social feeds are just full of ads, particularly bakery places nearby your place that serve mouth-watering breads, donuts, ice creams, bubble milk tea, and the list goes on. promptly, the phone that’s sitting next to jungkook was taken by you.

“look, there’s one that’s still open till midnight” you replied, showing him the navigation to the bakery shop that’s on your screen. his tired eyes glanced at your phone, then back at you.

“please koo?” you pleaded, climbing on top of him and giving him thousands of kisses all over his face until he’s got enough is the most effective technique to persuade him. how can jungkook say no when you display a behavior like this to get whatever you want? the forever answer is he just can’t.

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You two arrive at the place twenty minutes before they close. Since it’s late at night, you can see through the big windows that there’s not many customers inside the donut shop.

“oh my, we’re finally here” you joyfully babble to yourself out loud which made your driving boyfriend chuckle. while jungkook slows down the car to eyeball a good parking spot, you reach for your pink purse taking out the hello kitty lip oil to apply them on your chapped lips.

Jungkook carefully parked the car on the side of the road. He looked at our surroundings such as the front, back, and the side of his vehicle, making sure everything seems clear before he takes off his seat belt and gets off of the automobile. As usual, Jungkook walks to the other side, gesturing that he will open the car door for me. This man doesn’t ask a lot regarding how things should be in our relationship but the number one rule he established is that you could never open any door when you’re with him.

He quickly unlocked my door with one hand and offered his other hand to assist my body getting out of the car. As you got out, you felt the strong wind blowing your mini skirts, making them move up. but jungkook immediately takes off his zip up fleece oversized jacket to tie it tight around your waist.he ensures that the skirt won’t go up by walking behind you whilst holding your cold hand towards the bakery.

a scent of sweet caramelized brown sugar that you’ve been craving welcomes you as soon as you step into the threshold of the place. Looking around the store, you notice multiple neon pink led lights of donuts are decorated in the walls. the long honey maple stained table against the windows was paired with white barstool chairs. You also did not fail to miss that their white snowed christmas tree is still up, filled with rosy ornaments and pinkish lights around it.

‘this is definitely my new favorite place’ you noted to yourself as you feel cozy inside.

Your boyfriend wasted no time to lead you to the counter, only for you to see the variety of flavor of their delicious mochi donuts displayed on the front top. you can’t help but to drool on the sight, you’re starting to feel satisfaction by just looking at them.

“hello, what can I get for you today?” the tall male server who’s probably around your age friendly greeted. a little too friendly, in jungkook’s opinion but he chose to try to shrug it off. before answering him, I turned to jungkook “what are you getting koo?” asking to know what he wants.

“don’t know. you can order whatever you want for me” he responds as his doe eyes look up to scan the menu on the screen that’s mounted in their polished ceramic walls. Jungkook is on a diet these days therefore he tries his best to restrain eating sweets but he knows that cheat days won’t hurt if it only happens once or twice a month.

turning to face the server once again, you made up your mind on what to order. “hi, can we get two brown sugar milk teas with less ice and can you make one extra sugar please” you gently requested and the server instantly punched the orders in their ipad.

you take another look at the yummy donuts before continuing. “and i would like to get a dozen of the mochi donuts.” you pointed to the biggest bakery box.

jungkook wasn’t even surprised that you’re getting 12 pieces, potentially all for yourself considering you have a sweet tooth, which could be really extreme sometimes. he stands still next to you, amused by how cute you are, getting all excited by all these sweets you’re about to eat as you tell the the guy the flavors you want.

the server hands you two of their fresh brown sugar bubble milk tea & pink box that contains lots of sugar and of course, you happiness. afterwards, he declars the total for all the things you order. you’re about to tap in your debit card that’s covered with hello kitty skin when jungkook’s black card is already approved on the chip card reader.

“you didn’t have to koo” you murmur. your man always insists on paying for everything,

“i want too”

he does things for you not because he’s going to gain something or that he’s expecting some type of return from you. Rather, he does them solely because he loves you and he loves seeing you getting all the things you want.

for the meantime ,you look for a table that you two can sit at, particularly a spot where there’s a cute background since you would like to take some photos.

immediately, your eyes spot the perfect table right next to the huge windows to sit and take pictures in. you swiftly walk over the spot and your boyfriend follows you like a lost puppy.

“kook can you take pictures of me here?” you ask, while unwrapping the thick jacket around your waist and position yourself on the stool chair.

jungkook unlocks the camera on his phone, positions the cellular in your desired angle, and clicks the white button multiple times. he casually looks at the camera screen and looks up to you. when he notices that by the way your sitting is slightly showing your ass, and instantly goes up to you to fix it. you’re confused at first by his sudden action but you soon realize why.

“oops, thank you kookie” you chortle

when he goes back to his previous standing position, he catches the same annoying server maliciously staring at you, in a way that’s very unpleasant to him, which just pisses him off more. nevertheless, he captures photos of your adorable face while attempting to drink your favorite bubble tea for the camera. then, he passes his phone so you can review the images.

‘he’s such a great photographer’you thought. these picture will be posted on your pink themed finsta.

“can we go now?” jungkook harsly rushed. this place is alright, but that fucking server is just making his blood boils. he needs to get you two out of here before he does something not pretty.

you read his sudden unusual behavior and chose not to argue. you really loved this place, but you can understand that your boyfriend is too tired and just wanted to sleep. you’ll definitely come back though.

“wait koo, I'll use their restroom first.” you excuse yourself, feeling the need to change the menstrual pad that you’re wearing, you fear bleeding through jungkook’s leather seats.

you did your business pronto. unexpectedly when you walked out of the restroom, the friendly worker corners you, with something in his hand.

“miss, would you like to have this?” He offers the cute and huge hello kitty boba plushie that is in his grip. your eyes widening as they gaze upon the lovely thing. “I noticed your phone case and I thought this is perfect for you” he shyly adds as he scratches the back of his head, pointing out the pink Hello Kitty case you have.

“sure! how much is it?” you respond with full of energy. this plush will be added to your collection.

“don’t worry about it,here” he extends the plushie towards you, gesturing that you should take it.

you look for some type of unseriousness in his eyes but you found none. he does seem nice. you accept the cute plushie that’s waiting for you to be held, hugging it really tight.

“you’re really cute. do you mind if I get your number?” the man in front of you speaks. “so i can give you more plushies for free of course” he further explains, trying to convince you to give him your digits

but you remember what jungkook once said, and that is never give any other men your number. Although you can’t grasp why he doesn’t want you to do that, you listen to him because you don’t want to get him all sad and mad at you. angry jungkook is the least thing you want to deal with. he turns really cold and you hate not getting affection from him.

“I'm sorry but I can't give you my number. thanks for this though.” you give him a weak smile. you also hate the feeling of rejecting people but you also don’t want to get in trouble.

the friendly expression that the guy has been erased and replaced with a blank expression, as if ‘no’ isn’t the right answer. he snarls before speaking “Is it because of your punk boyfriend? c'mon pretty girl he doesn’t have to kno-“

“who doesn’t have to know what?” a familiar voice cuts off the man you’re facing before you can understand what the previous man just said.

jungkook approaches you, snatching the plushy in your grasp. “where did you get this from?” he sternly asks. he might have known the answer, it’s so obvious from what it looks like, but he needs to make sure before he beats somebody’s ass.

“koo he gav-“ that was enough for jungkook to vigorously slam the plushy back onto that guy’s chest, making the man flinch and slightly back off. “look or talk to my woman one more time and things will get ugly for you” he threatens, giving the guy the most serious stare, the same stare he has when fighting in the boxing ring.

without saying anything, he grabs your hand sternly and you two walk out the store. you still didn’t get why jungkook didn’t want you to have that plushie, it was perfect to add to your collection.

the entire car ride back to your place was awfully quiet. you offer to drive back home when you notice that he’s speeding and seems so tense, but jungkook refuses, telling you that he’s fully capable of driving back with a somber tone.. his tattooed hands aren’t where they’re supposed to be placed, your thigh. but you argue no further, not wanting to make him more angry than he already is.

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hours later, you’re gathering the sleepwear you’ll wear for tonight before hopping in the shower, which is currently occupied by your boyfriend. usually, you two always shower together whenever you’re sleeping at his place and vice versa, but tonight you received no invitation from him since he’s giving you silent treatment for an unknown reason.

despite the fact, you made up your mind to join him as you enter the steamy bathroom, the warm atmosphere welcomes you while you close the door behind you.

your gaze meets jungkook’s tall muscular figure, his tattooed arm up against the white wall, while head is pointing down as the hot water that’s coming from the showerhead runs down his body.

quietly strip down your clothes, you proceed to open the sliding shower door and step inside the shower, closing the distance between you and him.

jungkook faintly flinched as he felt a pair of dainty arms wrapped around his bare torso. he knew exactly who they belonged to, his loved one.

he slightly turns his head, just to see you, hopelessly showing affection towards him in the midst of washing the negative internal thoughts out of his system.

“are you mad at me baby?” you worriedly ask, overthinking that you might have done something that might upset him or maybe he’s too stressed out on his non-stop training schedule since his competitions are coming soon or maybe he can’t handle being with you anymore. lots of maybe but communication is the only way you will know how he feels.

the question of yours sends a sharp pang of guilt in his chest. you completely did nothing wrong. he knows for a fact you can’t say no to anyone who gives you a Hello Kitty plushie. your tiny little head just can’t comprehend that these guys want something in return for giving you things you love to collect. you’re too good for your own.

now he feels like a total idiot, another part of him feels guilty for the sudden shift in his behavior, solely because he's so in love with you that he can’t stand seeing men look at your way.

you did nothing wrong. nothing at all. you’re just so goddamn beautiful that your boyfriend is starting to lose it.

he can’t help but let the possessiveness take over him as soon as he perceives other guys showing their interest in his pretty girl. the woman he desires to keep to himself for the rest of this lifetime, the next one, and for many more

jungkook crowds you up against the cold marble wall just after he turns his buff body to face you. wasting no time, he leaves smooches on your pouty lips and jaw. “didn’t I tell you I'm the only one who can give you hello kitty stuff?” he sensually whispers to your right ear, continuing to give you wet kisses. “hmm?”

“but why?” you pout, resulting in the kisses to come to stop. he looks at you directly in the eyes, “because i’m your boyfriend and that job is solely for me” he simply explains

“but koo it was for free, he was really nice but then he started asking for my number so he could give me more but i didn’t give it to him because you specifically instructed me not to.” you mindlessly babble, explaining your side all in one sentence. simultaneously, you grab the white loofa next to the pink one and apply jungkook’s favorite body wash. it still doesn’t make sense to you. you love collecting hello kitty, but the love you have for the man in front of you is significantly greater.

oh jungkook is really going to lose it. that fucker had the audacity to ask you shit like that right when you’re with him.

“and that’s why I don’t want you talking to them, they want to take advantage of you” he takes a deep breath

“i’m sorry kook” you mutter, attempting to cuddle his naked form.

“i know something was off with that motherfucker” he starts off, “keeps looking at you in a way i don’t appreciate” he finally admits, with his tone hinting a pinch of jealousy. “and that fucking plush- he’s getting on my fucking nerves.”

“all he can do is look koo” you laugh. “Besides, I’m already cuffed by my hot boyfriend. what more can I possibly look for?” your words declaring that your eyes are only fixed to him. there’s no reason to look at other men anyways.

“you’re only mine right?” he just needs to directly hear those words come out of your mouth.

“only yours” you murmur. and that reassured him. for now.

you stand on your tiptoe to kiss his cute nose, from there you smack your lips against his as your smooth palms trace his jawline.

as seconds goes by, the desire to express how much you love him is rapidly growing. you want him. you need him.

you detach your lips against his, just to fixate them on his neck, right on the pretty tiny mole on his skin, your favorite spot. your hand does its own job to explore his sculpted body, finding its way to palm his painful growing erection.

he knows where this is going

your kisses trail from his upper chest to his defined abs; so brawny and delicious. he follows your gesture, finding you on your knees, beneath him, your beautiful face positioned right in front of his hardening cock.

oh this is the one and only circumstance he would kill and die for to be in.

jungkook knows that sly grin expression you wear as you look up with those round doll eyes. purposely, your both arms push against each other to give him a good view of your perky breast squeezed together. with his shaft twitching, can’t help but to utter an uncontrollable moan from seeing you like this.

“can I?” you ask softly, waiting for permission from him as if you’re not in this sinful position at least twice every time you two spend time together. no matter what, you still drool by just staring at his cock as if it’s your favorite lollipop.

he quietly hums and nods his head while nibbling his lip piercings, giving you the green light.

you start off slow, giving his pretty pink tip covered with precum small pecks. smearing the liquid around your lips, pretending it as if it’s one of your lip gloss, making them nice and glossy.

sweet

“i only wanna do this with you” you hungrily voice out in each swift peck while locking your seductive eyes on his.

he brings his fingers towards your jaw, lifting your chin up. “open” he commands, directing you to open your mouth. and so you did, without hesitation. a hot glob of spit falls into your tongue, which turns you on even more. you quickly swallow it and resume with what you’re doing.

he continues to watch you as your swollen lips slowly wrap his thick cock. your mouth is solely made for jungkook as it welcomes him inch by inch. although sucking him becomes a part of your daily routine, you still need to take a sweet time adjusting to his length.

irresistible tears roll down your face as he hits the back of your throat for the first few times, but you’re so determined to make him feel good. you began bobbing your head back and forth as your mouth slowly adjusted to his size.

“hmm, so good baby” he muffles weakly. “j-just like that” almost sounds as if he’s about to cry from the incredible sensation.

you can’t help but to release a quiet whine from hearing him. the steamy bathroom is filled with jungkook's angelic yet sinful groans, along with the sounds that’s being created as you which arouse you even more. he’s got your pussy clenching over nothing.

your bent knees on the cold and wet ground are starting to get tired, but you pay no attention to them. rather, you take him even more, until his tip hits the back of your throat. you continue to do it smoothly, using no hands.

you proceed to shift your attention to untouched balls. your tiny hand softly jerks off his length upward, as a trail of kisses made their way from the underside of his girthy and veiny cock to one of the oval-shaped organs. wet and loud smooches on jungkook’s sensitive skin turn to sloppy sucking. your mouth is so full of him. a mixture of his precum and saliva of yours covers your entire chin, even some of it drops on the ground.

this sequence stirs more moans from jungkook, but this time he gets louder and louder. his slender hands acts at its own and gather your length hair into a ponytail, just so he can manipulate your head, to use you however he pleases

Jungkook pulls your hair back, causing you to lose contact with the sac you were passionately lapping. he leads you mouth back to where it should give its focus to. his throbbing cock. once his dewy dick is shoved in you, he pushes your cock drunk head to take more of him. you obediently follow the flow of the hand guiding your head

“such a good girl” he grunts, throwing his head up in the air, then focusing back on you. “only for me”. your boyfriend is still controlling your head bobbing on his length.

“you’re such a slut for a fucking hello kitty, aren’t you?” jungkook mocks in between deep breaths. “me or that stupid kitty cat? huh?” thrusting his hips into your messy and well-fucked face.

you just moan against him, not even bothering to answer him because you’re too fucked, your tiny little brain is wearing out as you keep bouncing your head up and down. and also it might be because you know for a fact that you could be a slut for hello kitty too sometimes. you’re in no position to protest.

the man above you grips your hair even tighter, demanding you to answer him. “I wanna hear you baby”

“‘mmh you, o-only you koo,” you sob. lots and lots of tears coming out of your eyes. “all I want is you and this cock” you mewl weakly as you desperately lap his precious tip, just like how he loves it.

“that’s it, pretty girl, I'm cummin’” he verbalizes, grasping your head forcibly as slamming his pelvis into your abused mouth. to this point, you feel dizzy and your whole body is worn out. you grip into his beefy thighs as you allow him to utilize you like a slut.

“hmpp f-fuck” he moans loudly, releasing abundant strings of semen into your mouth. he cums so deep inside your throat. not wanting a drop to fall, you gobble up everything as your life depends on them.

after swallowing, you show him your empty mouth, with tongue being out. you can see in his half lidded eyes that he’s proud, giving you a soft smile.

you were about to get up when all of a sudden the dizzy spell hits you real hard, causing you to lose your balance but jungkook catches you before you can even fall.

“hey, you okay? Did I go too hard?” he locks his gaze upon you, hoping that you will lock yours to him too. but you didn’t as you are sobbing and trembling a little bit. jungkook wipes the dries tears on your swollen face with one hand while the other wraps around your waist. he might have gone harder than you can handle.

“baby look at me please? did I hurt you? i'm sor—“

“koo i’m okay” you faintly cut his sentence off. he doesn’t need to be sorry. “just need a few minutes to recover” you explain. jungkook immediately understands that. he gives you minutes of peaceful silence, with that, he takes care of washing your body. gently rubbing the pink loofah in your smooth skin as he hums the song that’s been stuck in your brain for quite a while.

after showering, he helps you slip on your baby pink dainty nightgown. this dress is special. jungkook got it for you when he flew abroad for one of his boxing competitions. one day, he and his team were strolling around the fancy mall when he passed by a cute local lingerie store that you will definitely check out, only if you were with him. of course, he chose to follow what his heart tells him to do, to go inside and find a thing or two to give you as soon as he comes home. to you.

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both yours and jungkook’s bodies are situated on your twin sized bed. in spite of the fact that there’s not much for the two of you and one of you might fall on the ground if another moves a little, it’s not a hurdle as you two embrace each other’s warmth as if there’s no tomorrow. two bodies comfortably embracing one another. tonight, you’re designated to be the tiny spoon

“ggukie..” you murmur, hot breath fanning against his bare chest. “hmm??” jungkook looks down to see what his princess needs.

“want your cock”you weakly pleaded, causing the man to slightly chuckle. you must be out of your mind.

“baby, your body is tired” said by him, shaking his head to show his disapproval. what a silly idea that goes around your mind when your eyes can barely open. you’re really out here doing everything but to sleep. he continues to caress your soft hair.

on a side note, you and jungkook never had penetrative sex before. yes, he eats you out here and there and vice versa. but he never dares to insert himself inside you.

indeed you’re a virgin but it’s not that you never wanted to. matter of fact you’ve made up your mind and are willing to give your virginity to him. jungkook is well aware of that. however, fear of hurting you always troubles him. he’s afraid that you will go through pain, scared that he’ll break you: his fragile pretty girl

“need your cock inside me” you continue to whine. “didn’t I show you a video of me from last week taking the toy you gifted me? you said I did so well” reminding him that one video clip of you masturbating to the pink rose you got from him. how could he forget about that when he uses it to get off every single night? with full on volume too, all ears concentrate on your high pitched moans, giving him more than the satisfaction he craves. the thoughts of that makes the lust that nearly vanishes inside him linger, you just never fail to get him arouse even before going to sleep.

however, jungkook is still in his right mind. “that’s different,” he argues. it’s valid to doubt that he’ll fit.

“ok then just put it in me then we can sleep?” you beg, attempting to compromise. “just wanna feel you close while I sleep. can you imagine how much I missed you?” you’ve come to an extent to use the guilt trip tool to convince him.

he understands the emotion you’re trying to make him feel as he looks into your bambi doe eyes. looking so innocent yet begging for his cock. evoking his guilt to get what you want. jungkook recognizes you in and out, you won’t take no for an answer. also it’s not like he’s not dying to do it, as if he doesn’t fantasize about it when you sleep over at his penthouse. the amount of self control he has..

you have him on a chokehold. jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he gently lifts up the arm which your head is laying on and slightly gets up to open the pink mini cabinet on top of your nightstand, taking out a sky blue container.

“here, apply it”, throwing the lube bottle on your lap.

you’re stunned, heart excitedly does jumping jacks inside your chest. next time it will be you doing jumping jacks on his di-

“cmon cutie I don’t have all night” he blurts, interrupting your thoughts. you never get up so fast in your nineteen years of living. he goes straight back to his original position, laid on his back. he may act chill,but he’s internally pleased and aroused.

as you go down on him (again), your two hands get a grip of the band of his black boxer and pull it down, his semi-hard cock immediately springs out. you can’t help but to give it a tiny peck before giving it a few strokes as you point it towards your lips

you open the bottle up with a pop, squirting out enough lube on your fingers before gently spreading it on his tip. he hisses as he feels the cold liquid substance being applied to him. you trace the sides of his length, ensuring the reduction of friction.

he grabs your arm, guiding your body to lay down sideways next to him. a tattooed veiny arm from behind snakes around your torso, clasping your upper body.

“ready?” he whispers, as he nibbles your ear. jungkook earns longingly nods from you, and for a split moment he spreads some liquid using his lubricated tip around your private area before slowly inserting it in. you discern the penetrating sensation in your core, which makes you purr.

he continues to penetrate inside you furthermore, causing you to close your eyes and tighten your clasp on his arms as you bear with the ache. he fully aware of how you’re feeling as he’s also having a hard time moving in.

“bare with me baby” tensely reassuring you. “so t-tight, fuck.” his other arm makes its journey below your nightgown, traveling its way to your perky breast, delicately squeezing one of them. jungkook does the same and gives the attention to the other one. simultanously, he plants a few smooches on the skin behind your ear, attemping to distract you from the pain. you quietly release moans and groans as he continues. he’s inches in when he feels your wall clenching around him.

your tight pussy becomes jungkook’s personal paradise. it’s the way your walls are clenching around him is better than he imagined; unmatched from all the fantasy he creates in his mind about you.

“koo.. “ your fingers tracing the veins on the back of his palm.

“what? my baby can’t handle it? tell me and I’ll stop” he softly asks. a tear just drops from you leg but you’re too tired to even react.

“n-no just stay inside, i’m sleepy” and with that, you instantly drift to sleep.

he hums, a hand that was busy playing on your chest shifts to caress your hair. jungkook lays one last kiss at your temple.

“goodnight to you too my pretty girl, love you so much”

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Kinktober Day 13 - Demigod!Jongho + Praise & Possession

Anonymous Said: Hi !! Thank you for this amazing month that kinktober will be 👀 I was thinking about Demigod Jongho and maybe Praise + possesive 👀 (anything with Ateez will make me happy tbh) thank you for you work ♡♡ A/n: I got a little carried away with this one lmaooo but honestly, I really like the way it turned out. Jongho is a little stern in this one, but he means well. Also, I made him a son of Apollo in this, so I hope you pick up the little hints I left throughout that point to that hehehe and as a side note, I honestly think this is one of my favourite banners I made this year for this Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Brief Insecurity and Angst to Start Word Count: 3,178 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

“Darling,” The soft hum of a baritone voice calls your attention towards the bedroom. “Are you going to come out yet?”

You pause in front of the bathroom mirror, giving yourself a final once over while biting your lower lip. You hands toy with the very short hemline of the dress you wear before smoothing out the front. The tips of your fingers tremble, and you take a deep breath in to steady your nerves.

Lifting your head, you meet your own gaze once more.

“Are you sure about this?” You call back, grimacing slightly as the strapless dress seems to want to slide down your figure with every twist and turn of your body.

“More sure of anything than I’ve ever been in my entire life.” Comes his eager reply. “Come. I wish to see you in the dress I bought for you.”

Swallowing your ever building nerves, you turn towards the door. Straightening your back, you take a slow, deep breath in before reaching out for the handle. A moment later, you finally exit the bathroom.

Nothing but the sound of your heels clicking on the hardwood floor can be heard as you step into the bedroom. Your walk is a little shaky, whole body heating with nerves. Your gaze is averted to the side as you stop directly in front of Jongho.

The moment you had stepped out in that all too tight dress that Jongho knew you would look ravishing in, his breathing had stopped. He had gripped the one arm of the brown leather chair that he’s sitting, leaning forward slightly as his lips parted in a low exhale. Slowly, his gaze raked over your figure, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes darkened.

He was right.

“You look ravishing.” The admission is but a breathless exhale on his lips, pants growing tighter with every passing second he spends taking in your beauty before him.

Again, your fingers begin playing with the hem of your dress.

“Are you sure?” Your voice comes out a bit uneasy. “Because I’m not really used to wearing something like this, and I feel like I’m falling out of it; and it’s just really tight in all the wrong places; and it makes me look weird and frumpy; and you can see all my weird rolls and lumps-“

“Darling.” Jongho’s firm tone cuts into your nervous ramblings. His eyes are dark, head tilted forward as he gazes up at you with a stern expression. “What about yourself do you think that I don’t find attractive?”

You purse your lips, looking away in shame.

“It’s not that I think you don’t find me attractive currently…” You mutter, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth.

He tilts his head slightly. “Then, what is it, My Darling?”

Again, you purse your lips, internally debating on if you want to tell him what’s always been at the back of your mind. Squeezing your eyes shut, you take a deep breath in in an attempt to quell your racing heart.

“I’m just afraid that once you see all of me you’ll realize how unattractive I am.”

The admission is but a hushed whisper on your lips, and the tense silence that immediately follows makes your nerves skyrocket tenfold. Even the sun outside seems to dim, casting the whole room in shadows.

A shiver caresses your spine.

What feels like an eternity passes before you’re being startled out of your thoughts by his firm voice.

“Look at me.”

Cautiously, you peek your eyes open.

“I could sit here and lavish you in tender praises, but my soft words seem to mean nothing to you.” His gaze is sharp, calculating and focussed as he crosses a leg over his knee. Leaning back in his seat, Jongho raises a hand to his chin, contemplating. “Perhaps I have been too careful with my love for you, not wanting to scare you off with how intense my true feelings can be.”

You blink at him, brow furrowing slightly in confusion. “Jongho, what are you-“

“My words mean nothing if you don’t believe them.” Again, he cuts you off, rubbing his hand over his chin in thought. “I am nothing if you don’t believe in me.”

“I do believe in you!” Your eyes go wide, hands reaching out to him in defence of yourself.

“Then, do you think I would ever lie to you about your beauty?” His sharp gaze meets your own.

Your lips part in an answer, but words refuse to come out.

“Do you realize that your beauty comes from who you are, and not just some artificial outwards facade?” He continues, tilting his head forward as his closed fist supports the edge of his chin. “I could sit here and tell you all about your intelligence, your kindness, your compassion… Everything, and so much more that makes you unbelievably breathtaking to me, but you have conditioned yourself to believe your worth comes from something superficial.”

You remain silent, averting your gaze to the floor in shame.

“You’re much smarter than that.” Jongho shifts forward, uncrossing his legs to rest his elbows on his knees. “I know you’re much smarter than that. It’s what made me fall for you in the first place.”

“Jongho-“

He clicks his tongue, “I am not finished.”

Smartly, you clamp your lips shut, waiting for him to continue.

“I will admit… I bought you this dress because I wanted to see you in it. I wanted to see all of you.” Slowly, he trails his gaze from the very tips of your toes all the way up to your eyes. He licks his lips. “I am tried of you hiding your body from me when it is the most sinful delight I have ever had the pleasure of resting my gaze upon. Aphrodite herself cannot compare to you, My Darling.”

A soft gasp escapes you, heart skipping a beat inside of your chest. “But that’s your aunt!”

“My point exactly, Darling.” The grin that stretches across his features is nothing short of devious. “But if you still won’t take my word for it, then just listen to the way my body calls to your own.”

This time when Jongho leans back in his seat, he keeps his legs spread wide. His hands grip the arms of the chair, his eyes locked on your every reaction as you finally take in him sitting before you. Almost instantly, your gaze settles on the prominent tent in his slacks, a heat flooding through your body as you realize that you have done this to him. All because you wore his dress.

You lick your lips, flicking your gaze back upwards to meet his own.

“I have always been told that sometimes, actions can speak louder than words.” His voice is but a low drawl as he tilts his head back slightly, looking up at you with nothing but a deep hunger resting within his eyes. “I think it’s time I let certain actions speak for me.”

“What are you-“

“Shhh.” His tone is firm, lifting a hand and snapping his fingers closed in a silencing motion. “I don’t want to hear another word from you, unless it be a blissful cry of my name.”

Instantly, you straighten in your spot, curling your lips inwards as a thrill travels right through your core. You’ve never heard him use this kind of tone with you before, nor have you ever seen that dark, ravenous look in his eyes. To say you’re excited to see what he does next would be an understatement.

“Turn around.”

Your eyes catch on the way his one hand settles over his prominent bulge, and a soft whine escapes your lips.

He smirks.

“I said,” A firm jerk of his chin is given towards an object in the corner of the room, followed by him lifting a finger in a circular motion. “Turn. Around.”

This time, without hesitation, you do as told. Facing the opposite direction, your eyes catch on what it is exactly that he wants you to be looking at.

Jongho’s large, full length mirror rests across the room, perfectly capturing the two of you in it’s reflection. You can see the way he slowly begins to palm himself, his eyes fixated on your figure.

“Walk closer.” He commands, squeezing over himself lightly.

Slowly, you take a few steps forward on shaky legs. Your eyes dart every which way around the room, unsure of where you should be looking for the moment. The mere sight of him holds your attention, but the closer you get, the more your figure takes up the majority of the mirror’s surface.

“Don’t just look at me, Darling,” Jongho pops the button on his slacks, sliding the zipper down meticulously. “I want you to admire yourself as I get off to the very sight of you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, heart fluttering at his words. A heat courses through your veins, feeling yourself clench around nothing as he slides his hand beneath his pants.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Again, he trails his gaze over your entire figure. “How fucking sexy you look right now?”

Your tongue comes out to wet your lips, swallowing lightly.

“My Beautiful Goddess…” He hums, hand beginning to stroke over his cock slowly. “All for me to admire…”

The way he leans his head back, a low groan escaping him, has your heart racing. You can see his throat working, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

He tilts his predatory gaze back to you.

“Fuck- your ass look perfect in that dress.” Lips curl over teeth as he lets out a hiss. “I cannot wait to have my hands all over you, Darling. It’s taking everything in me right now not to tear that dress from you. I’m surprised I’ve even lasted this long, already. I’ve been ready to ravage you since even before you stepped out in front of me like this.”

Your lips part slightly, a low whine escaping you.

“Do you know how difficult it is to hide how you make me feel?” He hums, hand beginning to steadily pump over his cock beneath his slacks. “It’s almost embarrassing how much you turn me on. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve had to hide how hard you make me just from merely thinking about you.”

Lightly, your legs begin to tremble, thoughts consumed by the image of him being affected by you in such a way. You press your thighs together, eyes pleading with his own as you meet his gaze in the mirror.

Immediately, he catches the movement.

“How I’ve longed for those thighs to be wrapped around me.” He licks his lips. “Do you know how often I’ve fantasized about you sitting on my face? How often I’ve dreamt of feeling all of you pressing against me, and drowning me in everything you? Long since have I wanted to watch you above me, riding me until your legs give out.” A small hiss as he clenches his teeth at the thought. “Fuck- what a sight you would be, too… And then when you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, I’d pin you down and make you fucking scream my name.”

“Jongho…” His name is but a whimper on your lips.

“Look at yourself.” His eyes flash, shifting slightly on the chair and pulling out his cock. “You get the privilege to touch that glorious body every single fucking day of your life. Do you know how long I’ve been craving to be able to say the same? To be able to simply breath the same air as you?”

Pants escape him in succession, a crazed look in his eyes as he stares you down. His hand sets a steady pace over his cock, thumb occasionally flicking over the tip and spreading his precome around.

At the way he sees you staring at his cock, he chuckles. His hand stops, squeezing his base as he proudly puts himself on display for you.

“Do you see what you do to me, Darling?” He coos, giving himself a languid stroke. “Do you see how hard you make me?” 

As if to emphasize his words, you see his cock twitch in his hand. A moment later, he spreads his thighs wider, sliding the slightest bit more down in his chair.

Every second your eyes are on him, he revels in. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll get you to look at yourself the same way you’re looking at him right now.

“Do you know how badly I want to bury this fat cock inside of you and split you open? How badly I feel the need to claim you as my own and have you screaming my fucking name to the heavens so that everyone knows who you belong to?” His chest heaves, and you can see his whole body trembling from the mere thought. “Do you know how sacred of a privilege it will be to say that your body, - your stunning body - and your very soul belong to me, and only me?”

“Jongho-“ You squeeze your thighs together, practically feeling the way you’re beginning to soak through your panties from his words alone. “Jongho, please-“

“I’m sorry, My Darling,” He tuts, shaking his head. “It doesn’t work that way. If you want me, then you have to let me see you.”

The way you notice his gaze flick down to your dress in the reflection of the mirror says it all.

Taking a small breath in, you steel your nerves.

Slowly, and with trembling hands, you begin to reach upwards. You can feel his eyes following your every movement as your fingers slip behind your back. Grasping the small zipper of the dress, you begin to drag it down your body.

Jongho’s breathing deepens, hand resuming its pace over his cock as he watches you unzip your dress. His whole body heats, thighs tensing as he holds himself back from coming right then and there. The small portion of your bare back that he can see finally being revealed to him nearly sends him into a spiral, the fingers of his opposite hand sinking harshly into the leather of the chair.

“That’s it, Darling,” His voice is but a rasp as he begins shaking in need. “Let me see that sexy body of yours. That glorious, sexy body… Show me all of you.”

The moment you finish undoing the zipper, you pause. Your one hand supports the front of the dress, ensuring it doesn’t slip from your body too soon as you prepare yourself for what you’re about to do.

Jongho catches your gaze once more in the mirror.

An audible hitch in his breath can be heard as you turn to face him. His fingers tighten even further on the arm of the chair as you step towards him, each movement calculated as you maintain eye contact with him the whole time. The only sounds in the room that can be heard are the clicking of your heels, and both of your heavy breaths.

Settling yourself between his legs, you stand before him. The way he looks up at you in awe, that dark lust and primal hunger still swirling beneath the surface, makes your heart flutter. The fact that you can see his cock twitching as he continues to pump himself with his hand causes the corner of your lips to quirk upwards.

The dress falls to the floor.

“My Darling- Fuck!” His eyes go wide, pupils blown out in lust as he jerks suddenly in his hand.

A loud cry of your name echoes around the room as Jongho tosses his head back, coming all over the expensive tailored suit he wears. His hand works over himself faster, hooded eyes still locked on your figure despite the position he’s in. There’s no way he would ever tear his gaze from the beautiful sight that is you, especially not now that you’ve finally fully revealed yourself to him.

Low growls escape him, chest heaving as rope after rope of white come splatters against his clothes. The wet sounds of his hand stroking over his cock only get louder, moans increasing as he drinks in every bare inch of you standing before him.

“My Darling,” He pants, slowing his movements over his cock as he catches his breath. “My Goddess.”

A soft, bashful smile tugs at your lips. Carefully, you reach up to brush his damp hair back from his forehead, stomach fluttering as this moment in time settles around you. The fact that he’s still looking up at you with such tender affection, that deep lust swirling within, causes another pleasant shiver to caress your spine.

“Only you could ever make me feel this way.” He breathes out, turning his head to place a gentle kiss upon your palm as you cup his cheeks.

A melodic giggle escapes your lips, and he swears it’s one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard. However, what really makes his head spin is when you settle yourself into his lap, straddling him with a thigh on either side.

“That was insanely sexy of you, Ho-oh.” Again, you brush his hair back tenderly from his forehead.

“I live to please My Goddess,” He hums, leaning up to press his lips to yours.

You smile into the kiss, parting from him slightly to nuzzle his nose with your own.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you.” Leaning forward, you rest your forehead on his own. “It won’t happen again.”

“It better not.” His chest rumbles in agreement, his hands slipping around to grab your ass. Eagerly, he squeezes the flesh appreciatively. “Though, I am always more than happy to show you the affect you have on me. All you have to do is ask.”

Again, you giggle, shifting the slightest bit forward so that your core is pressing directly over his cock. The way he groans at the feeling makes you clench around nothing.

“Did I make My Darling soak her pretty little panties already?” He grins, pulling you even closer against him.

“Keep talking like you were before, and I’ll soak even more than just my panties.” You mirror his grin, flicking your eyebrows at him teasingly.

A pleased rumble shakes his chest, his eyes seeming to glow as your hands trace over his shoulders.

“Believe me, Darling,” His voice drops into a low drawl as he leans into your ear. “I fully plan on making you soak both my face and my thighs many times over by the end of tonight.”

Your heart skips a beat in excitement, clenching hard as your hips involuntarily roll over his own.

A soft moan escapes his lips.

“Oh, yeah?” An airy whimper accompanies your words. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

His gaze flits passed you, catching on his own reflection in the mirror as you sit in his lap.

He smirks.

“I’ve got a few ideas.”

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐋𝐚𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧

8teen+ ⚠️

[TW: threesome, black reader! but any1 can read, sub reader, bimbo reader!, voyeurism, use of (y/n) a couple times, daddy kink, Tim gets off on eating 😻, oral (f receiving) , no protection 🙅🏾‍♀️, dirty talk ig] if I left out any let me know

[Summary: your the campus bimbo who's caught the eye of Tim and Darryl]

'there she goes man' Tim says, pushing Darryl's arm to get his attention. 'fuuck,' Darryl groans, seeing (y/n) about to make her way past them.

both taking a deep inhale as she walked by them 'you think she's thinking of us as the wind grazes her ass in that short ass skirt' Tim questioned. catching Darryl of guard making him take his eyes off of the girl who did infact have on a "mini skirt," but it honestly was just a band of fabric rapped around her ass.

'you can't say shit like that in public' he replies looking around like he didn't approve of what Tim said checking to see who heard before smirking and dapping him up 'she most definitely do tho' he exclaimed as they started laughing.

and it was true for the most part. you had no clue who they were by name, but you'd seen them all the time even had class with em. you always saw them smiling and laughing when they thought you weren't paying attention, commenting about what you were wearing, even going as far to talk about your ass. You had no problem being their entertainment when they came around. They were fine as fuck and it was much better than the creepy janitors.

making your way to your Anthropology class that you honestly just took for an easy A, and if you didnt at least make that you wouldn't be bored for a good hour and 30. win, win , actually make that win, win, win, because you just so happen to share this class with Darryl.

it honestly was a complete accident but why not take what they universe gives. that's exactly what you do as you sit in the front of class, not taking notes but playing with the fur ball on your pen imagining just how many ways you could be slutted out right now.

your chair was moved back from the desk you sit at so you can comfortably cross your legs, no work on your desk, just your pink juicy bag.

you can feel his eyes on you as you adjust in the uncomfortable chair provided by the school. feeling him as he takes in the new skin revealed by your readjusting. as he admires how the low lighting makes your look almost edible. how your skin glowed, he could imagine how it felt from here.

☆

just as the teacher finishes answering a students questions the bell rings, prompting her to put away her pen and ready to leave. Darryl speeds up putting away his notes to catch up to her just as she exits the class.

'hey' he calls out getting your attention, making you turn around to meet him. 'I see you don't really take notes in Anthropology, so if you wanted to have mine, I'd be happy to give them to you,' he says notebook in hand. 'I couldn't possibly do that, you spent all class taking those notes, and there's bound to be a paper due.' you kindly decline, knowing you'd have no use for the notes even of a paper was due.

' oh well, yea that's no problem, who cares about a paper' Darryl replies making a face. ' this is Anthropology, I just write exactly what he says in my papers. what is it gonna be? wrong?'he jokes, making you laugh. 'here' he says handing you the notebook.

'thank you' whispered trying to hold back a big ass smile but failing miserably. ' im (y/n)' you say reaching your free hand out to shake his.' Darryl' as he shakes your hand 'nice to meet you' he says with a fine ass smile on his face, not letting your hand go.

'and this is' he says turning you and pulling your back into his front. ' Tim LaFlour ' he introduces in a fancy voice. letting out a chuckle at him you introduce yourself to Tim.' how do you guys know eachother?'you question 'were roomstes' Tim asnwers. 'cute' you reply with a laugh, you guys talk for a little before they invite you to have lunch with them.

it's a cute dinner not to far off of campus 'you guys live close to here?' you ask as you grab a fry. 'yea why, wanna spend the night' Tim Jokes, well he might be joking. ' why' you say tilting your head 'ya think I'm that easy tim' you pout. 'aww what never' he says sarcasticly, although it might be offensive he's not wrong. let them invite you over and your coming, in a heartbeat.

Darryl throws a fry a Tim 'ow'. 'don't listen to him, he's just mad he's that easy' he says making you all laugh. 'what not baby Tim Tim' you fake surprise holding your hand over your heart. 'no see its different, ive denied myself of all pleasures so now I can freely indulge in them.' he explained like it was common knowledge. 'okay, sure' as you laugh with Darryl.

☆

welp they did end up inviting her over, honestly at first she wasn't going to do anything, she was gonna make them wait for it, but making them wait for it means she'd too also have to wait for it .. and as Tim said we've been denied long enough might as well indulge, that's basically what he said so it counts.

so that's how she found herself being carried into their shared apartment by Tim as they made out making their way to the couch. waisting no time Tim began to undress the both of them.

watching as they finally rid themselves of their clothes Darryl sat in the chair across from the couch. watching as Tim dropped his hand to her pussy rubbing over her entrance collecting her juices on his fingers and her moans in his mouth as he hungrily kissed her.

feeling his pants tighten as Tim broke the kiss with (y/n) finally allowing her moans to be put on full display as he started to devour her from the inside out. lapping up the juices that collected on her pussy and letting his index and middle finger slip into her entrance forcing out a breathy 'fuck' from her lips.

bringing one hand to cover your mouth as Tim pushed your thighs up to your shoulder. removing his mouth from you 'hold them' before going back to your pussy. listening and holding your thighs to your shoulders with your free hand. not noticing Darryl rising from his chair and making his way over to you. grasping your hand in his taking it from your mouth and placing it over his buldge in his jeans 'baby why you wanna be quiet when you making me feel like this' he says before squating to meet your face.

bringing your hand in his up to his lips leaving a soft kiss. 'look at that baby'using his other hand to support your head so you could look as Tim eats your pussy like a five star meal, his fingers disappearing and reappearing like magic, and that's exactly what it felt like.'don't stop daddy please' you moan as Darryl lets your head fall back.

still holding your legs up like the good girl you were, you knew your orgasm wasn't far off when Tim removed his fingers gripping your ass and burying his face is your pussy. Darryl leaves kisses along your thigh as he watches his roommate make your cum on their shared couch.

'fuck I'm gonna cum' you say releasing your thighs thinking that'd subtle the pleasure only for Tim to grip under your knees removing his mouth from you raising up to his knees and thrusting his cock into you.

'fuck' you scream instantly cumming around him, tightening in ways that make Tim moan loudly as he starts to fuck into you. 'God I'm gonna cum' he whimpers speeding up his thrust before he stills fully in you letting his cum spirt into you..

your mind goes blank and it's possible you've just witnessed judgment day in 4k.

it's not long before your feel Tim slide out of you. Hearing snapping you open your eyes to see Darryl infront of you 'thought we lost you for a sec, you think you can go again baby?' he questions kindly, moving your hair off of your sweat covered forhead as you nod 'yes' you say 'please'.

he chuckles removing his shirt not to shortly followed by his jeans. left in his boxers you see just how turned on he was. cock hard and leaking. you sit up grabbing the waist band and reaching your hand into his boxers to pull him out, admiring everything about him.

leaning forward to lick his cock he stops you before you can get a taste. ' not what I want baby' he states. moving you like you were light as a feather over the shoulder of the couch collecting the mixed fluids on your pussy with his tip before pushing Into your entrance.

letting out a moan as you gripped the couch. 'fuck daddy' pushing your ass back onto him. groaning as you take him the rest of the way in he throws his head back 'fuck baby' he groans, letting his eyes look over to Tim who now occupies his previous seat, letting his hand lazyly stroke his cock. 'fuck' Darryl moans taking his attention back to you placing his hand at the center of your arch. letting his other hand find home in the hair on the back of your head.

he started off slow just grinding into you, moving to taking the base only out and grinding back into you, slowly taking more and more out each time. when he finally gets to the tip he moves his hand from your back, snaking it over you're stomach letting the other fall from your hair to your throat as he starts to rapidly thrust into you giving you no time to prepare.

'oh my god- oh - fuck fuck fuck- god' is all you can let out along with pathetic moans as he fucks into you the way you needed to be fucked.

feeling his pace stutter and his cock pulse as he leans down onto your shoulder not letting up for a moment 'come on baby I can feel you, you wanna cum' he says as you tighten in attempt to hold off your orgasim. ' cum on daddys dick, please baby, god, wanna feel you cum baby' as he speeded up fucking you into your orgasm. following right after. releasing a deep groan while fucking his cum deeper into you before pulling out.

looking over to Tim he sees that his hand and stomach were covered in cum. letting out a breathy laugh looking back to you.

"five minute break before round two?"

★★★

a/n:

leaves thoughts I don't know who I like it .

[hobiebrownismygod]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MORE SUNSHINE/INNOCENT READER X HOBIE ITS MY LIFELINE I NEED IT PLEASEPLELPSPLZOLSPSLSPSLSKLSPSLSLSLSLSLSLSLZLZLLZLZPLSSPLSL PLEASDEEEEEE IM BANGING ON THE CASTLES WALLS HURUEHEGEH🙏🙏🙏🙏

this took me forever to respond to I'm sorry 😭 im glad you like this trope tho! Thank you for requesting <3

Hobie Brown x Sunshine!Reader

☆ It took his S/O months to muster up the courage to tell him they liked him only for him to straight up go "cool. Are we a thing now?"

☆ They're not one for confrontation and can get pretty shy so he's always there to be the blunt one!

☆ For example, when one of their coworkers kept calling them the wrong name, and they were too shy to correct them, Hobie was the one who told them and made sure the coworker learned his S/O's name properly 😭

☆ His S/O was extremely embarrassed but there was nothing they could really do about it at that point (Hobie was extremely proud of himself for doing that and made sure they knew it)

☆ His S/O doodles whenever they get bored, especially on their arms and legs. They draw cute little animals and flowers and things like that and Hobie absolutely loves them.

☆ He likes to carry around a marker with him so if his S/O ever gets bored, they can draw! He always has his arm out ready to let them draw on him, because even tho his S/O is a little hesitant about it, Hobie LOVES letting them draw on him. They're like little mini tattoos that remind him of them!

☆ Whenever he goes and puts graffiti on walls and buildings outside, he brings his S/O along so they can draw one of their little doodles on the side!

☆ Whenever someone that knows Hobie sees one of those murals/spray paintings, they can always tell it was his because of his S/O's little doodles in the corner!

☆ He also taught his S/O how to spray paint so they could come with him. When he first taught them how to spray paint, they weren't able to figure out the right amount of pressure to put on the spray, so he'd hold their hand and help lead them in the right direction for the first few paintings

☆ He would stand behind them, one hand on their waist, the other hand holding the bottle steady while his S/O stood in front, eyes slightly squinted as they sprayed the paint all over the walls, getting it everywhere

☆ He loved getting to wipe the paint off their face after every painting. His S/O never understood how so much paint could get on them in such little time, but they didn't mind. Hobie was always there to clean them up.

☆ His S/O also loves to read and is always curled up in bed reading a book in their free-time. They're a very expressive reader, and their face always changes whenever a new character pops up or when the plot starts to thicken. Hobie loves watching his S/O read.

☆ Sometimes, when he's really craving some affection, he'll come up behind them and cuddle them while they're reading, nuzzling his head into their shoulder while they smile, eyes glancing down at him before going back to the pages

☆ He'll also let his S/O curl up in his lap, or use him like a comfy chair while they read. He's a pretty skinny, boney person, but he can turn into the softest chair when he wants

☆ Hobie hates phones. He hates when people are on their phones when with friends. He hates when people are looking at their phones when he's trying to talk to them. His S/O knows this and makes sure to never have their phone out when he's around, so he can have their full attention. He loves that.

☆ He loves when his S/O listens to him. He could rant on for hours about whatever he wants, whether its capitalism, or some new gizmo he's building, but his S/O will always be there to listen to him, nodding along and smiling.

☆ Sometimes when he's been talking for a long time, he'll suddenly realize just how lucky he is to have someone so attentive with him. He'll stop talking and his S/O will be confused for a moment, only to be pulled into a hug and a kiss within seconds, trapped in his long lanky arms.

☆ He loves giving his S/O surprise kisses, watching their expression light up and their face turn hot. He'll come up from behind them, arms wrapping around their waist and pulling them in, to leave soft kisses peppering along their cheeks and lips.

☆ Sometimes he'll hide when his S/O comes home, just to jump out from around the corner and tackle them to the ground, covering their face in hundreds of sweet pecks.

☆ And on some rare occasions, his S/O'll attempt to do the same. Sadly, his spider-sense keeps him from getting surprised, so he always knows when it's gonna happen. He pretends to get surprised anyways, because he thinks it's cute when his S/O giggles while on their tiptoes, trying to reach his lips.

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[luffyvace]

Akutagawa as your boyfriend ☀︎

Umm happy late b day Aku…😭 I’m totally super late for this I KNOW. But! I’m doing it anyway! >:3 late or not :P Plus I Just wanted to write for him since I really like this dude (〃ω〃) (Light blood, death and killing mentions but not in detail)

Akutagawa b day hcs first >;}

planning everything out and hiding it from him is kind of a task. 😅 the guy’s pretty stealthy himself so ya gotta make sure he doesn’t sneak up on you while your prepping things.

Buuut with the help of everyone from the port mafia (except Mori- joking! he does help but Elise does 90% of the work) you planned a mini party <3

Gin got the food! (Figs and tea enters chat)

Higuchi got the decorations! (streamers, balloons, tables, chairs)

Hirotsu keeps akutagawa busy (tea and chatting LOL)

Elise makes the banners (hints poorly drawn dead versions of everyone—extra blood for aku<3)

Kajii makes (lemon shaped) confetti poppers!!

Koyo hosted/recorded it all 💗

Chuuya brought wine and the cake (both were really expensive and tasty good job Chuuya)

Q brought lots of presents!! :3

Annnnd Tachihara! Brought some ~port mafia style~ party games (you played mafia LOL)

now general relationship things 😚

He treats you like how he does Gin, there is peace between the two of you and you have friendly interactions. (Romantic as well, for you) he will even go as far as to do favors for you but we’ll dabble in that more later ☆)

acts of service is his #1 love language. There’s no convincing me otherwise. When I say ‘he will do anything for you’ besides killing this is what I mean. You really don’t have to ask either. I talk about this some more later but, examples: done with your plate? He’ll take it. He remembers you said you needed xyz, he got it for you. You said you wanted to ____ but you fell asleep, so he did it.

hope you get along with Gin because to continue a relationship with him past 2 minutes, you need to. He will never choose friends over family. I stand on that.

honest man.

Its canon, of course this would apply to a relationship too :)

you never have to worry about him lying, thankfullly. the bad news is…this guy isn’t just honest..he’s brutally honest 😀

which he’s not dumb, but he’s also not one to pacify feelings. So say you created something and you’ve been working on this piece for a while now, (whether your an artist, writer, sculptor, something else—whatever), he takes a look at it and singlehandedly points out all the flaws 🧍‍♀️

not in a rude way-

just genuinely telling your mistakes. Which- I know can hurt because you spent a lot of time on it…..but as lest you can fix it now..? 🤷‍♀️

He respects you. Of course he does! How could you love someone you don’t respect?!

why I’m mentioning this then?? Because to him, respect is very important. There’s few that he respects personally and not because of his job.

like Dazai (sorta bc of his job but shh), Gin or Atsushi (somewhat)

And just to clear it up those he has respect for because of his job would be mori or hirotsu

so the fact that you have his respect is a mile stone!! 👯‍♀️💃💃

He’s loyal but it ain’t a fault 😋🤪

seriously tho this dude is still chasing Dazai even after he “disgraced the mafia’s name” and left to the ada

So for you?? This is simply proof that he ain’t neva leavin you, and you ain’t neva leavin him 😙 (I don’t make the rules)

even If he disagrees with your actions/opinions he will talk it out with you 😱

now he might sound a bit upset, and if your acting absolute bonkers rn and need some sense smacked into you- he might yell too. But that’s mostly if it’s for your well being.

other than that, yes the hotheaded Ryuu will calm down for you (that kinda rhymes ☝️🤓)

Bonus!:

living with the Akutagawa’s! ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

going more into acts of service, you and Gin hardly ever have to worry about chores or errands

he doesn’t really do it for the purpose of your validation, and genuinely doesn’t expect a thank you either

”hm? Oh…it’s nothing.”

Is his response when you try to thank him

he does it because he’s responsible not for praise

although I will say, seeing as though he has a lot of respect for you, as I said earlier, you may get a semi flustered/shocked facial expression

not necessarily blushing, just a expression that shows it caught him off guard ;P

Its not uncommon to see him cleaning around the house and asking if you have any laundry

housewife Ryuunosuke LOL 😂

When goes out to get groceries he asks you and Gin if there’s anything specific you want him to buy and if yes, he’ll get it for you

just like in the anime with Gin, he doesn’t mind doing favors for you as well <3

if you decide you wanna clean up or go to the store yourself he won’t stop you and be like ‘nonono I got it you sit down 🥺’. I don’t mean this in a bad way but he’s not a gentleman on purpose

I feel he’s the type of guy to do things that you consider gentlemanly but he just considers it being polite

oh it’s fine he’s got the groceries 👌

got a order for pick up? Oh well he was going out anyway, he’ll get it 🤷

he’s got the door 👍

don’t worry about the bill he’ll pay it (restaurant or house bill 😉)

another thing…! ♡

sometimes when you and Gin wanna watch a movie but Ryuu’s still doing the dishes….

Rashomon!

do the dishes :3 (while he watches the movie with you guys)

I wasn’t gonna write these at first but I’m real glad I did! I love these and finally wrote for our guy Ryuunosuke!!

WHEN I TYPED DAZAI’S NAME IT AUTOCORRECTED FO DASANI AT FIRST HAHAHHAHA

[yourimagines]

Game night

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: swearing

- Summary; you have a game night with Morgan

Y/N POV

“Let’s get this party started!” I plopped down in his gaming chair. “Where do I sit now?” Morgan tried to pull me out of his chair. “I was first!” “It’s my chair, get out.” I laughed and pushed his hand away. “Go, take the other chair.” He huffed. “It’s not fair, your the guest you should sit on the mini chair.” He picked up the mini chair and sat it next to me. “I’m the guest Morgan, you should treat me like a princess.” I smiled at him, he shakes his head. “Unbelievable.” I playfully pushed his shoulder. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” He looked up. “I think you should be quiet now.” I hide my giggle behind my hands. “Let’s start this game.” He gave me a controller as he started the game.

“No…!” He shoot up from his chair. “What the hell!” He sat back down again, I was laughing. “Terrible team mate, dog shit!” I was laughing out loud, winning the game. “Nah nah, this is not…. It’s terrible.” “Yess!” He rolled his eyes. “You only won because I’ve had a blind teammate.” “Yeah yeah, just admit I won.” I smiled at him he tried not to smile back. “I don’t agree with that.” He looked away, starting a new game. “You love me tho.” “I never said I didn’t.” I saw a small smile on his face. I quickly leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Let’s do a rematch then.” “Your gonna lose this round.” I laughed. “We’ll see Morgan, we’ll see.”

Morgan went downstairs to the kitchen for some snacks. I was looking through his characters he collected on the game. “I have a lot, so we need to eat all of this.” I looked up at him, his hands and arms full with food. “Morgan.” I said in a shocking voice. He chuckled as he places it down. “All of your favourite snacks.” “I don’t know if I can eat all of this.” “Baby we have the whole night, don’t worry.” He placed everything on a good spot and sat down. “These look good.” I grabbed a bag of candy and took a hand full eating them. “Okay next game?” I nodded while stuffing my mouth full of candy.

I was sitting on the smaller chair, Morgan was playing a game while I was watching. “Watch out, he’s attacking you.” “I know.” I looked away from the screen to look at him. His eyes glued on the screen. Mumbling softly. “There we go, bye bitch.” I smiled at him, he was laughing and looked at me. “What?” “Nothing, just watching you play.” He smiles at me. “Do you wanna play?” I shook my head. “No I like to watch for now.” “Okay, here.” He gave me chocolate cookies. “Thanks, can you also pass my glass?” He nods and gives me my glass. “That’s it or?” “No, one more thing.” “And that is?” I pointed at my lips. He smiles and leans over to me, placing a kiss on my lips. “Good now?” I pretended to think. “Yeah, for now.” He laughs. “Good, I need to treat my guest as a princess.” I playfully pushed his arm. “That was terrible.” “But you like it.” I nodded. “Because it was so terrible Morgan.” We both were laughing. “But you love me.” “Yes I do love you.” I placed a kiss on his cheek. “I don’t want to ruin this but your under attack.” He looked at his screen. “Ah shit.” I giggled as he tried to fight off the enemy.

[oreosmilkshakes]

Heavenly Promises

Summary: Witness the coming of a new era between Wakanda and Talokan with the matrimony between you and Namor.

Pairing: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x reader

Fandom: Marvel- Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Word Count: 1,227

Warning(s): Fluff, fluff and more fluff :D

A/N: I did a little research on what a Wakandan wedding is supposed to be like and I lifted a little inspiration from T’Challa and Ororo Munroe’s wedding in the comics. You can also see my terrible knowledge about royal stuff ;-;. Also, the language reader speaks is Xhosa. But here is the mini sequel (and final!) to Pulchritudinous Promise that everyone wanted! Enjoy and comments appreciated!   A/N 2: Should I put my header in my fics or nah? I feel it defeats the purpose of putting a pretty gif of the character tho...

To part 1: Pulchritudinous Promises

Taglist: NIL

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The cool breeze shook tall, green trees lightly. The sound of leaves rustling combined with waves crashing lightly against the sandy shores were music to [Name]’s ears. She slowly leaned back on the makeshift hammock, feet and back aching. She adjusted the low ends of her sun dress, heaving a tired sigh. A hammock wasn’t the best place to rest but it was the best she had for the moment. Before K’uk’ulkan would come and retrieve her. Nearby, Talokanil and Wakandan warriors stood guard, eyes sharp with weapons in hand, ready to attack any intruders that dared to get close.

[Name]’s eyes glanced up to the tall palm trees shading her from the warm sun. She was thankful for it. Her dress was starting to cling to her damp skin. Her muscles eased, hands clasped together as she gave in. She allowed her mind to drift and it drifted far indeed. Her thoughts brought up past memories, specifically, her coming-together with Talokan’s King.

[Name]’s lips pursed, anxiety clouded her mind as she watched her maidens whizzing around the room, ensuring her wedding wear was ready. Shuri was finishing up on her cap, its colour a shade of black, gold and blue with a splash of emerald green, the material was soft vibranium. She could see herself in the mirror, donning her Black Panther suit. But it was different. It was decorated with emerald green, representing Talokan’s side. She had to admit, it was the perfect addition to her vibranium suit. A maiden brought over her necklace, jewels decorated each chain and a large gem in the middle that sat above her breasts.

A loud sigh left her lips and that took Shuri’s attention away from the cape and to her sister.

“Sister, what’s wrong?” The young princess smoothed out the fur on the cape before approaching the older woman. [Name] looked up at her sister, gloved hand touching the large, green Jade that sat on her chest. “Just nervous,” “Nervous? Why are you nervous, sister? This is a happy day, a day that will be remembered by our future predecessors,” Shuri pulled a chair, sitting beside [Name].

“I know, Shuri. But this wedding..I’m getting married, Shuri. There is so much I have thought about. Like, how often will I see you and Mother? Or will Wakanda be safe if I’m not around during the six months. Or..What if I can’t be the perfect wife to K’uk’ulkan?” She looked up at Shuri and the young princess had a sympathetic smile on her lips. Shuri took her sister’s hands, clutching it tightly.

“You love him, don’t you?” [Name] nodded slowly, biting her lower lip.

“And he loves you, sister. I know he does. I have seen the way he looks at you with each visit, sister and I know he loves you. You are the perfect woman for him and an amazing woman entirely. There is nothing to be nervous about and you don’t have to worry about Wakanda. I’m almost completing the Midnight Angels,” Shuri smiled brightly.

A knock came at the door and it squeaked open. “Princess [Name], Princess Shuri, the ceremony is about to begin,” A runner reminded. Shuri stood, grabbing the cape. The two maidens moved to pick up the long ends of the cape, moving with Shuri as she fastened the cape around her sister’s neck. [Name] had tears in her eyes, pulling her sister in for a hug as soon as she was done.

“Thank you…Shuri,”

Shuri let out a soft laugh, a growing lump in her throat as she felt hot tears pricked her own eyes.

“Now, let’s get this ceremony completed. I don’t know how long I must wear this dress,” She joked and [Name] laughed lightly.

[Name] could hear loud ceremonial music playing, interchanging between Wakandan and Talokanil. She could see K’uk’ulkan behind the eyes of her Black Panther helm. He was dressed gorgeously in his own ceremonial robes, which shared the colours of Wakanda. His wear was decorated with gold and jade jewels and almost instantly, her worries elevated. She could see Shuri beside Mother, who seemed to be holding back happy tears at the sight of her oldest daughter getting married. Her heart ached a little to see her mother’s tears but she knew it was for a joyful reason.

The ceremony went by like a blur, heavy drums played in the back with both Wakandan and Talokanil dancers moving to the beat. They didn’t need rings to showcase their marriage for their word and ritual was enough to bind both powerful beings together.

The helm retracted and slowly, [Name] looked up to face her new husband. She could hear faintly as the Elder Statesman announced, “Bast has blessed this couple! Pity anyone who would stand in the path of their happiness and their love. Now, let us celebrate this new merging between our two worlds!”

[Name] had both arms around K’uk’ulkan’s neck and the smile he wore on his lips was the biggest she had ever seen. She felt his strong hands snake around her waist, leaning in slowly.

“I am a very happy man, [Name]. My mother would have loved you,”

[Name] flushed darkly, lips pursed. “I know she would. I will love you to the stars beyond,” And the handsome smile that graced the King’s lips grew bigger.

“In yaakunech, in reina,” (I love you, my queen) K’uk’ulkan leaned down, slowly.

[Name] leaned up, lips barely brushing together. She could feel his warm breath fluttering her upper lip and felt her cheeks heat up.

“Ndiyakuthanda nam nkosi yam,” (I love you too, my king)

Their lips met in a deep kiss, surrounding cheers and music got louder but [Name] only focused on her husband and so did he.

K’uk’ulkan had done nothing but show her so much kindness and showered her with love and she did the same. She was welcomed with open arms into Talokan, the people took [Name] in as their new queen. When [Name] was crowned the new Queen of Wakanda, K’uk’ulkan became the royal consort, an honorary King. In her absence, her Mother would lead the kingdom, of course. The six-months agreement still stood but K’uk’ulkan had agreed to ease up that specific agreement.

Aside from that, [Name] could not ask for a better life. She had an island all for herself so she could live on land when she missed it. The island was protected by Wakandans and Talokanil warriors regularly while [Name] stayed in the little house, tending to herself while K’uk’ulkan was away for his own duties. But when he returned, they would always fill their house with love, the final touch to their marriage.

[Name] never stopped thanking Bast for this life she lived.

The sound of waves splashing hard against rocks pulled [Name] out of her trance. She turned her head, watching as K’uk’ulkan left the waters with his spear in hand. The woman smiled widely, carefully leaving her hammock to approach her husband. He leaned in, sharing a sweet kiss with his wife.

His hand moved to [Name]’s engorged belly, thumb caressing lovingly. [Name] clutched to K’uk’ulkan’s side as she leaned in to rest her forehead against his. He exhaled lightly, feeling a light kick to his palm.

“Welcome back, my king,”

“I have return, my queen, my princess,”

[prince-of-red-lions]

I got bored in church today so I started coming up with band headcanons for the chain so here (sorry it’s really long I’m a huge band nerd)

concert band:

time - flute. he’s just the whimsical type to play flute, also he can go incredibly high and his fingers probably blur cuz of how fast he’s playing

twilight - baritone/euphonium. twi just seems like that mellow yet determined type, though he will get very aggressive if you call it a “mini-tuba”

warriors - trumpet. I don’t think I need to elaborate.

wind - trombone. wind is 100% a trombone kid- making jokes 24/7 and whether their funny or not is a 50/50. he blasts super loud to annoy everyone but he’s low key amazing at playing

four - four stumped me a bit. I’m not too 100% sure because his personality is rather complicated (hahahsrhjrjfjajajahz), but I think he’d play alto sax. he can play the others too; tenor, soprano and bari (ITS 5X HIS SIZE AHAHA).

legend - trumpet. he’d be first chair and extremely smug about it, though he’s so insanely good at trumpet. he makes a 3 octave instrument 5 octaves. he snarks a whole ton at the rest of his section and constantly has to put people in place (people aka warriors).

hyrule - flute. also very whimsical along with time. :) he seems like that happy type and just likes the flute cuz it makes a pretty sound. yes hyrule we love you for that <3

wild - percussion. so obviously percussion. he’s extremely good at everything in the back. he loves to double up on mallets (holding two mallets in each hand) and go ham. he can make it sound very pretty tho :) he can do fancy things with drumsticks and the metronome fears HIM. he also summons demons in the back of class during warm ups (very proud of him. if you couldn’t tell, I’m a percussionist).

sky - let’s be honest, he’d be in orchestra (what a traitor /pf). but if he were in band he’d defo play clarinet. very soft and mellow, and does the instrument justice. very attentive in class and definitely a teachers pet yet not to the extent it’s annoying. he just really enjoys being there.

jazz band:

time - he would play alto sax but would definitely do flute cameos whenever he could. he likes making the crowd go “WOAH! A FLUTE IN JAZZ? THATS EPIK”

twilight - I think he’d learn trombone for jazz. amazing at improvising and his solos are astounding round of applause for twilight 👏👏

warriors - still trumpet, he loves jazz and quite good at the whole concept. 10/10 he loves those high notes in his solos

wind - still trombone. he likes playing around with glissandos and very good at them. his playing is very fun and interesting!

four - i think he’d do piano despite the fact he has 4 saxes to choose from. a god at music theory and has so much fun with the piano. four’s fingers can stretch impossibly far to reach keys. that boy loves his soloing!

legend - trumpet as well. nothings really changed, he likes smooth jazz and you cannot change my mind. he’s usually pretty nonchalant about jazz but he secretly has so much fun with it.

hyrule - electric bass. he loves to have funky solo’s and makes it all look super easy. he can get super energetic and start having *too* much fun in which the band director needs to tell him to calm down 💀

wild - DRUMSEEET! my boy can really rock out on this thing. he really knows how to make the song interesting without being overpowering (sometimes). really good at making things pop

sky - upright bass! that lil guy loves his bass and rather shy with solos, preferring to let others do the solos. he downplays his 11/10 improvisation. which is stupid sky you are amazing at bass

extra headcanons:

time and hyrule would talk a lot in class despite the fact time tries to pay attention. those two have so much dirt on the rest of the band and they KNOW it.

wild and four like to go early before rehearsal to just screw around. whether it be remixing music or just straight up doing some crack stuff, they have a blast.

wind would help twilight with trombone since he’s still a bit new to it. even though he can be a bit annoying to the band, wind is a great teacher and twilight is improving a lot.

wind and warriors would be the evil duo of “who can blast the loudest”. everyone in the band despises them for it.

like I mentioned earlier, warriors is constantly challenging legend or just testing him in which legend blasts warrior’s ego everytime without fail.

more on the double mallets with wild, he quite enjoys making small peaceful songs or finding them to play. if you come early you can hear him practicing and his playing is very soothing. :)

like I said, sky would probably be in orchestra, but I like to think he does both. often doing cameos for both groups, as well. almost like the middle man because the band and orchestra hate it each other, but both agree sky is an exception and everyone cherishes him.

time is the president of the band. everyone loves time. the students and the director. he’s probably one of the best players in the band. extremely mature but in those SMALL moments he’ll do something devious.

twilight is also cherished by the band. he’s very hardworking and has adopted several students. many look up to him as he’s a bit more approachable than time. (time is scary to new people)

though warriors can be annoying, he’d never do anything purposely to screw up the band during performances or whatever. he loves being here even if he’s showing off 24/7.

four is really a jack of all trades when it comes to sax. everyone teases him whenever he plays bari due to the size difference, but no one goes to far because deep down their all scared of the tiny short gremlin who will start speaking in music theory language and confuse everyone.

wow, your still here? 💀 im concerned for your health and mine. really though, if you read all that, I admire your dedication and thanks for listening. there will certainly be more headcanons to come so if you liked this do not fret, it’s not the end. sorry this is so long and sorry for the people who talked in church that I shamelessly tuned out.

[marriiemeii]

03. coworker dinner

summary: after work dinner with coworkers

previous || next

"mai!"

the it team lead turns her head back and looks over at who was calling out her name. she stops walking with her small team and soojin to let jeonghan, the hr lead catch up.

"what is it, jeonghan?" she asks him, impatient since she had to sit through the meeting led by him in the last 30 minutes.

"i heard you guys are going to kbbq after work," he smiles at her. mai sighs the moment the words leave his mouth. "can yeri and i join you guys?"

"you mean can you, yeri, joshua, and seungcheol go?" mai retorts. "when one of you goes somewhere all of you go somewhere."

jeonghan smiles innocently, you could almost see a halo floating above his head, but the look in his eyes showed mischief.

"ehhh, it's not my fault those 2 like to follow yeri and i around."

"if i let you guys go, more people are going to want to go," mai frowns. she wanted a small quiet dinner with her team and her best friend so they can get to know each other. also, it would help soojin with getting to know the two people she thinks of as her little kids.

mai sighs knowing jeonghan wasn't going to give up until he gets an invite and nods her head at him.

"you guys are finding your own rides tho, and pay for yourselves."

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she should've just said no. the dinner of 4 had turned into a dinner of 12. she might as well ask the whole company to come with for a company dinner. in addition to the original party of 4, jeonghan, yeri, seungcheol, joshua, soonyoung seungkwan, seokmin, and hayoon had joined them.

they were lucky they were able to get a private room with a long table that fit all of them. there were 6 chairs on two sides of the table.

on oneside was mai, soojin, jun, wonwoo, soonyoung, and hayoon. on the other side was jeonghan, yeri, joshua, seokmin, seungkwan, and seungcheol.

on the bright side, the rest of financing and editorial didn't want to go to the dinner.

"hayoon, stop hogging all the kimchi," seungcheol says trying to grab some kimchi.

"you were hogging all the fish cake just earlier??" hayoon exclaims. soonyoung pats hayoons shoulder.

"you are kind of hogging the kimchi. you know how much i love kimchi," soonyoung pouts.

"you both can literally order some more kimchi and it's not going to cost extra. stop trying to take my food," hayoon complains.

it was very chaotic with all the different workers from different departments all in one room. soojin definitely thought it was fun and lively.

"jeonghan, joshua, please stop piling my plate with food. i literally cannot eat all of this," yeri stares down at the food before looking at the two males next to her. the two look at her upset.

"yeri, you need to eat more so you can grow," jeonghan argues with joshua nodding his head in agreement.

"yeah, you're smaller than all of us here so you need to eat a lot and grow well," joshua says. yeri glares at them.

"i'm not growing anymore! i'm already 24 my growth has stopped for like 8 years," yeri pouts. the jeonghan pats her head while joshua was biting his lips to keep himself from laughing at her.

"i guess you'll just always be a mini me," jeonghan says. yeri shoves her elbow into his side. he yelps and holds his slowly bruising side. "i'm going to report you to hr."

"we are hr!" yeri snarks back.

"our hr is such a mess," joshua mutters, causing the two to look at him with a dark look on their faces. "who said that?"

"reported."

"cancelled."

yeri and jeonghan say staring at joshua, who looks at them offended.

"this is an abuse of power."

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baby scarab || 66

anon - Hi!! I have a request for the baby scarab series, can we meet Jean-Paul Duchamp? Also know as frenchie, he was a French mercenary along side Marc in the comics,I was thinking what they could be kind of an uncle? Pls don’t feel pressured to write it tho <33

~~~ @0scars1saac - Do we still acknowledge our taweret and ugly khonshu plushies?

~~~

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? hella angsty, the kids fight, idk i already forgot everything else, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

it was already months later, almost the last day of school and you are doing great.

you have almost all b’s, gone on more dates with casper, and you and your dads go mini golfing every weekend now since jake knows a guy.

you would lose every time though, and marc would laugh in your face when you fall to the ground while fake crying.

you would grab onto his leg and beg for a rematch but he would just say no.

and this all occurs in public with people recording you by the way. but then one of your dads yells at them to delete it while you’re still laying on the dirty ground while fake crying.

steven would then take you for ice cream so you were all better after all the madness that’s always bound to happen.

but right now.. its less fun.

you were stuck at the kitchen table with steven on a saturday studying for a big test coming up, and it’s worth 50% of your grade.

you hand your head in your hand while steven rambled about amino acids or some shit.

“…so they can build up your muscles even though you personally wouldn’t need any- are you listening to me?” he snaps his fingers in your face, making you flinch and glare at him.

“sorry- i- i just keep zoning out..” you start. “i can’t focus knowing my whole grade depends on this test” you run your hands down your face in frustration.

steven sighs, taking his glasses off. “how about we keep going for five more minutes.. and then we can take a break” he offers and you nod.

“so what did i just say?” he asks and you groan. 

“i don’t know, i wasn’t listening” you admit and he chuckles.

“i said that amino acids can build muscle, now write it down” he forces a pencil into your hand and shoves your notebook towards you.

you grumpily write it with all your other notes as steven puts his glasses back on.

you smile when you look over to him, seeing that he never bothered to take the hello kitty stickers off of them.

steven notices and smiles back. “break time, yeah?” he asks and you nod.

“i’m so sick of school” you groan, getting out of your chair and going into your room before coming back out with both the taweret plushie and the khonshu plushie.

steven sighs. “i know you’re sick of it, but you graduate in literally a week and a half” he starts. “you’re being too dramatic-“

“dramatic…?” you blink at him.

steven gets out of his chair to face you, with both plushies in your arms.

“you think i’m dramatic?” you put a hand to your heart, dropping the plushies to the ground and falling to your knees.

steven just stares down at you.

“how could you even say that?! you’re such a penis!” you yell at him, before breaking character and laughing.

steven raises an eyebrow before sighing tiredly. “very funny, now get up off the floor and you can go play on your phone for a bit” he says which makes you rush to the kitchen to grab it off the charger.

“gods, she’s making my hair turn grey-“ 

“don’t jinx it, looking like i’m thirty is what gets me tips from the ladies” jake interrupts as marc scoffs.

“yeah right, like you get ladies-“ marc laughs, and you listen to them bicker while you text casper.

you : come over rn

casper <3 : i can’t im at work :(

you : then quit 

casper <3 : bitch i need money i’ll come over tomorrow 

you : don’t call me a bitch unless you want your ass beat

casper <3 : oh no i’m so scared 

you : ok smart ass i’ll see you tomorrow 

casper <3 : okay i love you :)

you : i love you too stupid :)

you smile down at your phone as your three dads continue to argue as steven makes tea.

you begin scrolling through tiktok, when you see a vegan recipe come up. it was a cake recipe, so your put it in your favorites to make later. 

possibly in the middle of the night.

you stand up to approach steven to help with the tea when there’s a knock at the door, shocking all of you.

you raise an eyebrow and look to marc, who had fronted out of habit.

“i can get it” you mumble, going to open the door before marc pulls you away.

he puts a finger to his mouth into a signal to stay quiet. “go to your room, close the door, and do not come out until one of us gets you” he tells you quietly and you send him a worried look and nod shakily before doing so, closing your door and sitting against it, listening.

you shift so that your ear was against the door, and you make sure the cats were still sleeping on your bed.

you feel a nervous pit form in your stomach as you here parts of a tense conversation between marc and whoever was at the door. 

“is it really so bad that i come say hi?”

“yes, now get out of my house-“

“wait, those ain’t your stuffed animals are they? didn’t know you still had those” the mystery voice chuckles.

you could tell the voice was from a man, but you had no idea who.

“this is a bad time- now get out-“

“hang on a second.. i know it’s a bad time but it’s been a while”

you keep listening when pedro and luna decide to start bothering you, woken up from their nap.

“shit-“ you whisper, trying to get them to stop meowing at you.

“shhh- shut up-!” you whisper shout at them when you hear footsteps coming to the door.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck-“ you say a bit louder, holding both of the cats in your arms.

“i knew i heard a voice, now who’s in there?” the man asks and you can tell marc is anxious, but can’t do anything to remove the guy.

“nobody, just leave it alone. can we talk somewhere else-“

“now wait just a minute, we’ve known each other for years and you won’t tell me who’s in there? are they that embarrassing?” he jokes and you roll your eyes, setting the cats on the bed.

“no- she’s not embarrassing just- i didn’t want you to freak her out, you know how you get-“

marc is cut of by the man opening the door, making you look over in shock.

he was wearing dirty old boots and black jeans with a plain dark brown sweatshirt.

he makes eye contact with you and smiles, looking back at marc.

“is she yours? is she- is she your kid?” he asks excitedly and approaches you.

marc tries to stop him but the man reaches forward to hug you tightly before anyone could say anything.

you tense and stand still, looking at marc over the man’s shoulder.

“get off of her, frenchie” marc glares at him, so he lets go of the hug to just look at you.

“she don’t look like you” he says and you clear your throat.

“she’s adopted. now get out of her room” marc keeps a glare pointed at the man he called frenchie.

he waves his hand in marc’s face. “is she laylas?”

“no. get out-“ “why would you ask that after he just said i’m adopted?” you and marc say at the same time.

frenchie just tilts his head at you with a shrug. “just wonderin’”

you blink at the man. “so what’s your name then, little spector?”

“leave her alone dude-“

“marc- dad it’s fine” you sigh. “it’s y/n” you mumble and he gasps lightly.

“that’s a beautiful name-“

“okay that’s enough” marc drags the man out of your room by the collar of his sweatshirt.

“but marc i’m just tryna get to know her, she’s your kid for pete’s sake!” he exclaims in the kitchen as you peak out of your room to watch them.

“yeah dad, be nicer to your friend” you step out to join them in the kitchen.

“yeah marc, be nice to me. after all we’ve been through” he says dramatically.

you like this guy. he’s a lot like you.

“how do you even know each other?” you ask and they both go quiet, and marc gives you a shrug with pursed lips.

“..so you met when you were a mercenary?” you ask even though you already know the answer.

frenchie blinks a few times. “do you just tell her everything?” he sighs. “man she must be a good kid if you trust her with that information” he tells marc and he feels a sense of pride in his chest.

“well yeah, she’s my kid-“

“yeah i can tell” he starts. “i can see the resemblance. not physically but i can sense it” he tells both of you.

“kinda like that spider thing i saw on facebook- it’s like i just know things” he explains while you and marc make eye contact.

“okay well you’ve said hi so now you can go-“

“oh no, i have to stay here. lay low you know?” frenchie says and marc’s eyes widen, sputtering over his words. 

“you can’t stay here! it’s- it’s a school night and-“

“and what? if it were you i’d let you stay” frenchie retorts.

you look over at marc and shrug while he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb.

“fine. you’re sleeping on the couch and you’re not going to be bothering my daughter” marc says sternly and frenchie crosses his heart with his fingers.

“another time perhaps-“ “no”

“come on, partner!” frenchie throws an arm around marc as he tenses up a tad. “i can be her cool uncle frenchie!”

“no”

you just pray for marc and retreat to your room where both your cats are laying on your pillow.

you sigh and stare at them, not wanting to move them and risk waking them up.

so you sigh and decide to just go to your dads room, laying in his bed with your plushies, waiting for him to join you since the weather is starting to get colder.

you eventually fell asleep and marc just stifled a laugh when he saw you taking up all the space in his bed.

he finally got frenchie to sleep on the couch so he was exhausted. 

he gently moved you so he could get on the bed to get a good nights sleep, not knowing he’s going to be totally pissed of in the morning.

~~~

you wake up to your alarm, and the smell of… bacon?

you open your eyes and see that marc was still fast asleep, which made you panic for a second before remembering marc’s ‘friend’, frenchie was still here.

after getting out of bed and sneaking off to your room to get dressed, you head out to the kitchen to see marc still half-asleep and glaring at frenchie as he cooks bacon and some for of omelettes.

you blink a few times before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take your medicine, texting casper your regular ‘good morning baby girl’ message and going back out into the kitchen.

it’s a little weird when he didn’t answer right away like he usually does, but maybe he was busy at the moment.

you walk into the kitchen and sat next to marc at the table, nudging his side with your elbow.

he looks to you with a raised brow. “what’s wrong?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“the fucker is using my stuff. without asking” he says grumpily and you sigh.

“come on dad, he’s your friend right?”

“jakes friend-“

“he said he’d do the same for you-“

“he doesn’t have a kid at home” marc argues and that’s when frenchie approaches, putting three plates down.

“actually, i do” he says, shocking marc. “wife and two kids, one on the way”

“i didn’t mean it like that-“

“i know” frenchie smiles at marc and sits down, digging into his food, and you do the same.

“wow, this is great” you mumble and frenchie laughs.

“glad you think so” he smiles at you. that was when you finally got a text back, which just read ‘morning.’ 

with a period on the end. uh oh.

you furrowed your brows and left it alone, hoping to talk to him a school like a normal person.

~~~

marc sent you on your way after breakfast, and frenchie ended up giving you a hug even though marc was screaming at him to leave you alone.

you just laughed it off and left.

you meet casper in your usual spot and notice he’s more tense than usual.

“hey.. you okay..?” you approach carefully, not to set him off.

he just nods and starts walking in the direction of the school, making you jog to catch up to him.

“are you sure? you can talk to me, you know..” you offer and he just sighs before his eyes dart to you, red around the rims.

“he hit her” he mumbles and you both stop walking.

“…wh-what..?” you start. “who are you talking about-“

“my dad, y/n. he hit my mother” he tells you tensely and you move closer to him.

“you don’t have to explain anything.. but i really think you should tell someone- they can help you” you offer.

“no. my mom still can’t find a job snd allison is scared out of her mind- she- she saw it y/n, she saw him hit her!” he exclaims and you nod, taking his hands in yours and moving to the side of the walkway.

“casper, we know somebody who could help you, we can give you all a home where your dad won’t be with you- and you won’t even have to worry about paying-“

“we can’t- why cant you just understand?!” he begins, startling you with his shouting. “all he has to do is say the word and it would ruin our lives! he has too much power over her! my mother is scared- too scared to even leave the house!”

“casper please calm down, we can help you guys-“

he laughs bitterly. “no- you- you can’t help us, for once you just.. can’t” he scoffs and starts walking towards the school again. 

“wait- just let me explain how we can-“

“no. i am done talking to you. just- give me some space, alright?”

“why don’t you ease up a bit?”

“ease up..?” he stops to turn around to face you. “you have no idea how i feel right now-“

“oh my god- you know every single little detail about me, and you’re seriously telling me that i don’t know how you feel?!” you shout back.

he scoffs again. “no. because before a year ago you didn’t even have parents” he says, and the look on his face makes it seem like he regretted saying that completely.

you stand still and tears gather in your eyes. “..you’re fucking joking right now..” you say more to yourself than to him.

“y/n i’m sorry- i just-“

“no i know.. it.. you’re just stressed. i get it” you let out a sad laugh. “you just said what you had to so that you could feel better about yourself”

“i’m serious! i didn’t mean it!” he approaches you but you take a step back.

“i hope you’re fucking happy with yourself right now” you send a slight glare to casper as you pass him, speed walking to school.

it was going to be a long day.

and khonshu..

he saw all of it.

~~~

you got home that night in a terrible mood.

you walked back all by yourself because you were still angry at casper, and you knew that your dads would be asking what was wrong until you told them.

you arrive in the elevator and sniff as you press your floors buttons, trying your hardest not to cry.

immediately after opening your door you burst out in tears, jake coming to you while you hug him.

“mi vida- what happened?! are you okay?!” he asks in a rush, snaking his hands around your waist to hug you back.

“w-we got in a fight-!” you sob.

“okay.. okay its- it’s okay” he assures you, looking to marc who was glaring out the window from the mirror.

“i- i know he didn’t m-mean it but-“ 

“hey, cariño” jake starts, leaning back to wipe your tears from your face gently. “what happened? can you tell us..?” he asks and you nod, taking a few deep breaths.

“he- his dad hit grace, and i told him we could- we could help but he got mad saying he doesn’t n-need help and he said something about me not having parents until you guys a-and i haven’t talked to him since” you rush out before breaking into sobs again.

jake let’s go of you to get you a box of tissues while you sit down on the couch.

you cry into a tissue as jake stares at marc in the mirror on the coffee table.

“i think we need to have a talk with the harts..”

jake nods. 

“again”

~~~ A/N - im so so sorry that i haven’t posted in a while i’m just going through mega writers block and i’m actually getting my tonsils out in a month so i’ll have more writing time lol. i miss all of you so much, and i hope to see you all soon. :) with much love, v.

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[pumpkinsy0]

curlys been the only thing on my mind recently so can i please get ANYTHING involving him? hcs, bullying, thoughts, i just need him to keep rotating around my brain like a microwave

do it and my life is yours🙏🙏🙏

yknow what i havent made like a regular ole hc post for curly in a while so this is his time!!!

i love him i wanna chew him up and spit him out, mwah

•just like angela, he has some fucking CLAWS on him, he can scratch u rlly badly in a fight, like a cat

•sometimes hes running from police and he hears the cop say “suspect has____” and sometimes it sticks w him cause DOES he look like that??? he usually asks someone about it later if he rlly has that

•he can sing pretty well actually!!! nobody rlly knows it tho cause he doesnt sing that much

•look at him,,,,he definetly has silvercaps on his teeth, just a bad ass kid all around and the silvercaps prove it

•i think he actually looks a bit older than what he actually is, maybe like 2???4???? years older and he uses that to his advantage, this reason is y ppl say he looks like a mini tim and not just “he looks like tim”

•hes more of a piercings guy than tattoo guy

•christopher ‘curly’ ezekiel shepard, u would do WONDERS on the funny side of twitter

•modern day curly wouldve been that kid w a two wheeled scooter just rolling around and causing problems for everyone and their mama

•hes ALSO the kinda guy to literally steal the chair from u in musical chairs when ur the last 2 ppl, he literally snatches it before u can sit

•i think if u took him to a restaurant and there was a eating challenge, if u just didnt let him eat the day before, i THINK he could eat it all or at least get a good chunk of it outta the way

[surshica]

invitational — SHE KNOWS

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“seriously?! another party?” yn had groaned flopping onto the couch. “yeah we told you..anddd..” ann crossed her arms sitting on the kitchen countertop, “you/i forget.” ann and yn had said at the same time, a small smirk like smile formed onto ann’s lips as yn had a pout.

“i means they kinda plastered your name all over this saying you would be here..it’s too late to ditch.” kyuma slithered his hands through his hair as his head rested on the back of the single seater couch chair, his gaze fixated onto yn occasionally looking back at ann who was drinking her pineapple juice.

“but i’m tooo lazyyy~” yn groaned whined, “well too late start getting ready we need to go soon or we’ll hit traffic.” tatta’s tone was stern, he knew it was annoying but at the end of the day if yn had personally said yes to doing it. yn frustrated got off the coach walking to her room finding something nice to wear.

“don’t forget you have a media party to go to at the [company name] chairman’s house—kuina will be there and unfortunately dispatch as well!!” kyuma reminded her, yn’s eyes widened ever so slightly. she had forgotten about that as well. “well shit.” she groaned to herself shaking her head closing the door to get ready.

“even after being in the game for what 10+ years? she is quite forgetful…” ann had commented as she sipped on her pineapple juice in a plastic cup, “i mean cut her some slack you can already see the grey hairs on her head from all the scandals dispatch gets her in” tatta joked as kyuma laughed lightly.

“she isn’t even 30 and has more grey hairs—its funny but sad..she’s so..” kyuma put his hand on his chin, “overworked” the three of them said in unison earning laughs at how synced they were.

“she agrees to literally all of it..” tatta had sighed before lifting his eyebrow slightly, “..agreed to all of it except the drama, which she could’ve said no too.” tatta’s statement cause ann to stop drinking her pineapple juice; he stare beamed into tatta’s skull.

kyuma got the message giving tatta the what do you mean look. tatta has never sweated so much before—he had two people who scared him staring straight into his skull as if a red laser was going to be shot through him im sorry HAHAH.

“what do you mean by that?” ann questioned never taking her eyes off tatta, “she could’ve said no but she caved in since the new manager saw potential..” he had nervously licked his lips. “and did you tell yn this.” kyuma’s question felt more as a demand.

“I DID! she didn’t listen to me though she felt as if she needed to do the drama..” tatta nervously smiled wanting something good to happen, oh god he hated this so much. he was mentally curing himself for being it up.

“and what did she say.”

“she said she has too..she hates this new manger tho.” “DONT LOOK AT ME LOOK AT HER OR YKW BRING IT UP WITH THE MANAGER IM JUST HER DRIVER.”

ann had just hummed in a acknowledgment bushing her hair behind her ear. “we’ll talk to her when she gets back from her activities.” ann stated as kyuma nodded getting up from the seat patting tatta on the shoulder, “thank you for telling us” he tried to sound cherry but hell under all that he was upset

“YN HURRY UP OR YOULL BE LATE.” kyuma yelled causing yn to shuffle back over to the small living room, “jeez jeez i was just doing my hair—is this please-able?” yn said standing in front of them. she was wearing a black puff sleeve mini dress and white high tops, she really didn’t want her feet to hurt plus she thought it was cute.

“yes you look fine now go!! you’re going to late and you wouldn’t want that out..” ann warned her pushing her towards the door as tatta followed along-suit. “bring her back in one piece no scandals tatta or i will shoot lasers at you!” ann warner smiled at him, tatta just nodded.

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“we’re here!” tatta smiled at yn who looked a little nervous, there was a grip she held on her dress that looked like she wanted to quit. “stage fright?” tatta hummed looking outside seeing many people lined up to take pictures of her.

“no. just the paparazzi, i just get nervous because what if i trip and fall and i look stupid?!” she had groaned as the grip loosened she looked out the window getting more anxious. “fuck I CANT DO THIS I HATE THEM” she complained.

tatta ended up slapping yn, “shut up. you look fine, now go in there and do that performance so we can get out of here.” tatta unlocked the door leaving the car to go open the door for yn, a little shocked tatta slapped her. a small giggle left her lips, “thank you for the reality check.” yn had smiled at tatta.

the lights were blinding—she couldn’t even see where she was going the only thing she could see is the carpet the led inside, quickly making her way inside. she made her way to the back where the other performers were getting ready.

her name was being called so much she would’ve thought she won an award or something. “i’m here!!” she had exclaimed raising her hand. the stage director smiled giving her the ear pieces she needed. quickly putting in the ear pieces she made sure they were put on properly.

she grabbed a picture that she kept in her spandex pockets, giving it a small kiss as goodluck—she was ready to perform. but as her name got announced a wave of nervousness washed over her again. she had to shake herself, those nerves are meaningless she told herself.

as the person said her name you made your way up to the stage with a bright smile on her face, waving to everyone or trying too. the lights were blinding..a little too blinding. you looked over to the person who was in control and motioned them to turn it down slightly. they got the hint and were more dimmed out.

“hello everyone!! hopefully you are enjoying the party!” yn had her hands around the microphone standing walking around the small stage, the screams from fans who made it in were evident. “that’s good to hear” yn had chuckled, “i’m going to be performing one of my personal favorites and one that i think everyone will enjoy…Romance!” she has exclaimed, a bunny like smile formed onto her lips.

the crowd was very static to hear you sing the song since it was one of your most popular one! “woah i didn’t know you loved this song so much!” yn had gotten to her position as the lights dimmed, closer her eyes a breathe of excitement made her bones shiver. it wasn’t cold by all means but those goosebumps from performing has merely came.

opening your eyes you were waiting for the music to que, a momentum was sounded in your earpiece to keep you on track. her eyes wandered around and had noticed a white hoodie that resembled chishiya, the comfort feeling washed over you knowing he was here, regardless that be he was invited or was here to watch you perform.

the music started causing yn to put on her stage demeanor, a very flirty yet calm fun loving presence. yn had her eyes following chishiya the whole time, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. but the show must go on, not wanting to cause a storm she pretended to flirt with the male and female fans. there was nothing wrong with some harmless fan service.

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after her performance was over, it was rather quick with 3 songs nothing too much and nothing over the top, she had rushed off backstage wanting to take off the earpiece. a part of her wanted chishiya, there was this urge to go hug him and thank him for simply being there even if it was the smallest gesture.

you somewhat got tangled in your ear pieces; slight curse words were mumbled through her lips as she untangled herself; she started rushing to the door looking at the crowd trying to find that white hoodie that ended up not being there anymore. a frown was shown apon her lips. disappointed she made her way to the back door where tatta had been parked waiting for her.

she had pushed the door open a little too roughly, a groan was heard on the otherside causing yn to widen her eyes. she had quickly closed the door behind her looking around “IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE HERE” yn worriedly squared down to their side.

the person shook their head with their hand on top of their head, “it’s fine it’s my fault for walking so close..” he groaned. his voice was soft yet low enough that made her blush. she stared at the person closely, the blonde hair and white hoodie looked so fimilar and it finally hit her, “CHISHIYA. OH MY GOD.”

she had moved his face towards hers, she felt the need to look at him to see if there was any injuries. blood was dripping from the side of his face; “you’re bleeding..” she pointed out, she was close to his face. the blush was streaming from her cheeks to her ears, the faint scent of a vanilla like strawberry cologne was evident.

“i’ll be fine it’s just blood, plus i’m a doctor.” he assured her getting up holding out his hand to pull her up, she took the offer getting off the ground. his cold hands were wrapped in his. he made no effort to remove his from hers, his steps were a little wonky. he felt a little lightheaded but tried to shake it off—it didn’t go unnoticed by yn.

“chishiya i need to clean it up..i cant just let you walk home with blood on the side of your head.” yn argued walking over to the busy tatta who was too busy playing on his phone. “TATTA HURRY UP AND TAKE US TP THE CHAIRMANS HOUSE I NEED TO CLEAN UP CHISHIYA!!” yn had exclaimed worriedly, she was talking so fast tatta only caught some of it but hurriedly started up the car.

“COME CHISHIYA COME.” yn pushed chishiya inside who ended up closing his eyes, the dizziness had became too much for him, “i just need water..” chishiya mumbled still holding yn’s hand. the sound of tatta honking was loud alongside the sharp turns.

“TATTA do we have water?!?” yn unbuckled crawling over to tatta, “no but we have juice box!” tatta didn’t bother to look back.

“JUICE BOX?! DO WE NOT HAVE ANYTHING ELSE??”

“NO BECAUSE THATS ALL YOU LIKE TO BRING WITH YOU.”

“YOU SHOULF COME PREPARED.”

“THATS HARD WHEN ALL YOU PACK JUICE BOXES.”

they bickered some more causing chishiya to groan “just give me a fucking juice box.” the grip on his and yn’s hands tightened causing yn to look back at him, a sorry escaped her lips.

she had handed him a juice box that had been in the mini cooler tatta carrie’s around for yn, “thank you” chishiya opened his eyes slowly to drink from the juice box. “fruit punch? hmm” he said as if he was critiquing her. “yes i think fruit punch is the best go to flavor from any brand~” yn had hummed sitting back down at the seat next to chishiya.

yn had started rubbing her thumb in small circle motions, “tatta can you drive any faster..” yn cleared her throat not wanting to annoy chishiya, “IM TRYING. there is a thing called traffic.” tatta scowled.

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the three had finally made it to the chairman’s house, ushering chishiya into the house thankfully everyone had been outside at the moment. tatta went outside to go tell kuina yn was here alongside chishiya.

yn had ushered chishiya into one of the empty rooms near the backyard. “i don’t know who’s room this is but i don’t care.” yn said pushing chishiya down onto the bed rummaging to find some alcohol wipes and bandages,

she had found some and cleaned up the wound, casual hisses escaped chishiya’s lips “i thought you were a doctor..surpised you are in pain.” yn had snarked a comment as she went to go throw away the used products, “i’m a doctor not superman.” chishiya clarified back pulling out another juice box from his pockets.

yn had raised an eyebrow, “isn’t that mine..” she looked at him, “yeah but i took it” he smiled cheekily casually drinking it. yn rolled her eyes in amusement, her phone had been spammed by kuina asking where she was and that they are asking her to come perform now.

a sigh escaped her lips “i need to go..” she said as she looked at her phone, chishiya simply hummed knowing she had to do her job. “i’ll be back to pick you up and drop you off at home” yn akwardly smiled at him, before skipping off into the backyard.

yn made sure nobody saw her and sighed in relief, shaking off any nerves that might of been there. she saw kuina and skipped towards her earning a pinch from her, a pout was evident. “i’m sorry i am late..i got wrapped up in something hehe..” yn tried to seem less akward.

she shook the chairman’s hand, “lovely party by the way!” she wanted to be nice when in reality it was a burning business party. the chairman smiled at her positive comment, “don’t worry about being late, if anything everyone was just here early.” he laughed at his own statement and kuina stiffened a chuckle.

yn had just nodded grabbing the guitar that had been propped next to the wooden stool, this was where she had to perform one of her unreleased songs. i mean she’ll get what she’ll get. tuning the guitar she strum in it make sure it sounded nice.

yn had tapped on the microphone gently, “hello hello?” she talked into the mic, “is this working??” she asked looking around. people gave her thumbs up; “well great! hello everyone welcome to the party even if i’m half an hour late welcome!!” she giggled.

chishiya heard some commotion come from outside and it had sounded like yn’s voice, something inside him told him to go outside onto the balcony. and so he listened to those urges and walked onto the balcony leaning against the railing, hands crossed—hoodie draped over his head (WE ALL KNOW THAT SCENE FROM S1 EP3.)

“this is one of my unreleased songs..i’m a little nervous to play this but HERE WE GO HAHA” yn’s voiced boomed from the small speakers. “this song was actually dedicated to one of my crushes i’ve had since my childhood..so do enjoy.”

“it’s called the glue song.” yn had a smile so bright it would light up the whole room. the soft strumming of the guitar with the gentle vocals lured chishiya into it. its almost as if he was being serenaded—and he wasn’t complaining.

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AN : yes this whole chapter is based off like a 15 minute scene in starstruck YES THIS IS WHERE THE PLOT DEVELOPS AND YES I AM FINALLY OUT OF MY WRITERS BLOCK. AND YES YES YES IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS TO WRITE THIS. i hope you enjoyed <3

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[asocialangel]

sitting on itzy's lap out of habit.

Chaeryeong - fluff - 609 words

Other verions: Yeji - Lia - Ryujin - Chaer - Yuna

Chaeryeong: would instinctively push you off, then regret and talk you into coming back, swearing she won't let herself be surprised again. She would be super nervous the whole time tho, so it's not that comfortable.

why is it my itzy content is flopping ? where are MIDZY ? hahaha, i find this writing very cute, had the idea while i was reminiscing a mini apple flavored kit-kat i bought in Japan... (btw i try not to care when sumtin flops. It's hard bcos social media made me used to look forward to big numbers but hey, i write for myself and the niche fandoms that could enjoy it-)

Through the screeching sound of chairs being dragged on the floor, people starting to chat again and the door getting opened by the teacher, you search for your phone in your school bag. On the tip of your fingers, you feel it and grab it as you’re lifting your head up. There you saw her, sitting on her chair, hair all over her notebooks. ChaerYeong was still writing something and didn’t even bother to look at you. You got up and started pushing your chair back under your desk, when you remembered you had something for her. Well the both of you. You reach again to your bag, taking out two mini kit-kats, one strawberry flavored, the other peach. You got up again and started walking to your friend. She still hadn;t turned her head, but she knew you were coming anyway.

“Sup Y\N ?” She greeted, without even looking at you, still finishing up prettifying her notes. “3rd period is still as boring as ever, but great. Chaer, we have a 10 minute break, better make the most out of it, stop thinking about class for 10 lovely minutes”, you answered. “Hm right’. She suddenly started tidying up her desk and putting her books away. When she was done, she pushed her chair back, to be further away from her desk. She finally turned diagonally to see you better. “I don’t wanna get up tho. It’s not like there’s anything interesting to do anyways”. “True”, you agreed, looking at your kit-kats. You handed the strawberry one to her, which she accepted, thanking you softly. You knew she’d prefer it anyway.

As you started opening its wrapper, you mindlessly started sitting on her lap. I mean, it’s not like there was another free seat. But you could only start bending your knees that Chaeryeong had already pushed you off. “W-what are you doing ?!” Embarrassed that she reacted too loudly, she looked around her to see if anyone was staring at her, but thankfully no one cared. The classroom was so busy, everyone was focused on their own thing. Unimpressed, you looked at her face. She seemed flustered more than mad, so it was okay, it’s not like you broke any boundaries, just caught her by surprise. 

“Uhm well nothing, just sitting sorry”. No hard feelings nor embarrassment in your tone, you just dead-pan started eating your kit-kat. Realizing she might have overrated, Chaer started talking you out into coming back: “Sorry, I, uh was startled. But come, it’d be unfair for you to stay standing while I'm comfy here.” After a few back and forths, you finally accepted and placed yourself on her lap.

You were both facing the table, but you turned your head back to her when you were talking. “You have a peach one right ? I wanna try it please, can I ?” You nodded as you stretched your arm behind you. She stuck her head up and took a bite out of the chocolate. As she expressed her delightment (“Mhmm that’s what im talking about !”), you whispered under your breath that she was so cute. She heard it, of course, and you felt her whole body tense up. I mean tense up even more than it already was. 

To be completely honest, sitting with her was not the most comfortable thing ever, because she was so nervous. But spending time close to her like this, made you overlook that.

A\N: did you like it ? My fav itzy song recently is snowy. Comeback was announced this mornin !

[will-and-lester-defense-squad]

Anyway here’s pjo episode 5 random thoughts that I need to get out of my head, might do a similar post for the first 4 episodes too when I go back to rewatch them this week

Trio being fugitives from the law, love that shit

Annabeth seeing the fates cut the string oh that shits gonna hurt so bad in the future

Annabeths unwavering belief (denial??) that Percy can’t be dead and isn’t oh I love them

THE PERCABETH HUG!!!

Grover and Percy are supposed to be best friends I need them to give me a little more, like Grover didn’t even hug him when he found out he wasn’t dead???? (I will still defend their friendship w my life)

Poseidon acknowledged/saved Percy ONE TIME in 12 long years and suddenly Percy’s all in on this quest, sweetheart ur fatal flaw is showing

EDGE!! AS ARES!!! HE DID THAT SHIT!

“We’re all gonna die, eventually” this 12 year old is a little too comfortable w the thought of death someone please check on him???

The gabe news interview scene omgggg, I actually liked it better than the book scene w Percy because it makes more sense in this context, and it only adds more fuel to the fire that is Percy’s hate for his stepfather

“I’m gonna kill him” if there’s only thing this shows gonna do it’s show Percy’s anger bro

Gabe blaming Percy for Sally’s disappearance is insane actually

Annabeth being sassy w ares?? Talking back to Hephaestus? Percy showed up and said fuck the gods and she said “u know what, u might be right” and then did it better than he ever could!

No fr tho after what Athena did to her, I’m so glad we’re seeing annabeths demeanor w the gods changing

Again, edge is eating his role as ares UPPP

Grover “master manipulator, so good he makes the gods manipulation look like child’s play” underwood??? AS HE SHOULDDD

Percy practically asking annabeth out on a movie date??!:!:! I need to see this, either in the season finale or in a post credit scene, SOMETHING

Walkers acting, the panic, the hyperventilating, the fear in his voice, the softness and his facial expression/acting w his eyes during the emotional scenes, my god it’s scary how good he is at this at his age

Annabeths joke!!! I’m never getting over that scene I made a whole ass post about it earlier too

PERCY USING HIS POWERS ON ACCIDENT TO SAVE ANNABETH!!! No mini trope I love more than when a character inadvertently uses their powers off pure instinct to save someone they love

The entire chair scene, god I can’t even talk about it rn, I’m still processing, the acting the dialogue, the hints at each other their fatal flaws, annabeths declaration, the way she held onto Percy when he was saved, I’m gonna throw up

Percy “I give 0 fucks, if ur a god fight me” Jackson in full force this episode omgg