#ok next pose is going to be WITHOUT him pointing his finger up

[tomwaterbabies]

an attempt to mimic the show this time- added my own style to go along with this one because it felt appropriate

Ramble Ahead 👍

I'd love to see more in-depth information about how the show was animated, I'm pretty fond of the style and even thought it looked really nice before I ever remotely got into the show (i was NOT around when it was first airing/streaming/whatever. i still consider myself new here. lol). I'm quite ignorant when it comes to animation methods that aren't just... traditional hand-drawn LOL- I wanna see how those puppets are rigged up!

I have a pretty vivid memory of seeing a clip of who I now know is Varian and Cass singing to each other- you know the one. the turn-around shot during "nothing left to lose". I assume it was going around bc it just came out, but even at that time I was like... jesus that's a great shot. Now that I've actually seen the show, criticisms of the story/writing aside, it does have a great style and some pretty incredible animation. I absolutely Love how they animate facial expressions and body language- it's so full of life (and Varian gets a good number of those really well-animated shots) :P

It's also incredibly hard for me to mimic. I've seen a good chunk of artists being able to render varian and the gang and various ocs in the style pretty well- that is commendable

I've not much to say in regards to my own style lol. um. it's my style :)

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @lulusplaycorner, @theselfshippingwitch

warnings: time jump

“everybody ready?” Ray called as he threw on his jacket. I herded the kids down the hallway. Mary and Alex laughed as they ran over to their dad.

“almost!” I called back. “Last minute adjustments!” I could heard ray laughing as he shoved his keys into his pocket.

“Will we ever have a Halloween without them?” He teased as the kids ran towards the door. “Whoa whoa slow down guys! You don’t even have shoes on!” Ray pointed by the door and the kids ran to put on their shoes. “Hi.” He whispered before he kissed me. “You look good.” Ray smirked as his eyes roamed over my costume. I struck a pose and he laughed.

“thank you.” I said, patting his chest. “And you make a lovely James Dean.” I whispered back. Ray hummed before kissing me again.

“thank you.” He said before turning back to the kids. “Alright. Who’s ready to head out?” There was a chorus of cheers as Ray opened the door, grabbing Alex's hand as I grabbed Mary's. "Everyone have everything they need?" Ray looked at me as he said it. I nodded and he nodded back. Alex waited patiently by Ray's side as he locked the door and set out the candy.

"Alright. Left or right?" I asked. Ray took my hand as we waited for the kids to choose.

"Left." Both kids said, tugging on our hands as they tried to take off.

"Slow down." Ray laughed, stumbling over his feet a little as the kids lead us down the path. "They're not going to run out of candy." Alex turned to look at him, a scandalized look on his face.

"But they might dad! We have to hurry." He said. Ray chuckled and let go of my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulders.

"Alex, buddy. I've been doing this a lot longer than you have. We've been doing this a lot longer than you have." Ray motioned to me. "They are not going to run out of candy. I promise."

"Oh big mistake there Ray." I whispered with a laugh.

"And what if they do?" Mary shot back. Ray looked at me, biting his lip to stop from laughing. She was a carbon copy of Ray in many ways, and this was one of them.

"Then whatever is left over from tonight is yours." I said, glancing at Ray. He pouted a little as I leaned into him with a laugh. "You really are your father's daughter you know that Mary?" I teased. Mary looked at me confused.

"What does that mean?" Alex asked. Ray ruffled his hair.

"You'll figure it out when you're older." He said. "Probably not until you have kids of your own." Ray shared a look with me and smiled. "Alright. Don't run off too far. Make sure you can see us." The kids nodded.

"And if you want to cross the street, come find us first." I added.

"Ok!" Alex and Mary grabbed each other's hands before running off to the first house.

"I'm never going to get tired of this." Ray said, kissing my temple.

"Me neither." I whispered back.

*********Flashforward*********

"Lauren! Sarah!" Mary yelled as the two girls ran through the kitchen. I lifted the candy bowl above their heads as they ran past me.

"Careful girls!" I yelled as they ran towards their mother. "Alex? The boys ready?"

"Are they ever?" He called back just as Charles and Rob ran past me. "Now I know what you meant when you called Mary her father's daughter." Alex sighed as he came into the kitchen. "Speak of. Where's dad?"

"Getting ready. He hasn't had an excuse to dress up for years." I chuckled as I headed into the living room. "And don't say a word. I know what you're going to say when you see his costume." I pointed a finger at Alex.

"What? Not like he could pull of James Dean anymore." Alex quipped. I gently slapped his arm.

"Alexander Stantz! That's rude." I chided. "Your father could be James Dean if he wanted." Alex rolled his eyes as he flopped down on the couch.

"The kids just need their shoes." Mary said as she flopped down next to him. "Dad almost ready?" I nodded.

"He's excited so don't ruin this for him." I reminded them both. Alex rolled his eyes while Mary nodded. I heard Ray arguing with the kids as he came through the house.

"But I was a Ghostbuster. Ask your parents!" Ray said.

"Sure grandad." Sarah said. "Just like Uncle Peter was a teacher."

"Believe it or not he was." I said as Ray scooped up Lauren who was trailing after him in a Ghostbusters suit of her own. "No one ever said he was a good teacher though."

"That is true." Ray laughed as Lauren looked over his shoulder at me. "Alright everyone. Shoes on! Last minute adjustments made and you will be ready to go." Lauren was set down and ran to Alex who fixed her collar. Charles followed his sister while Sarah and Rob ran to Mary. Ray wrapped his arm around me and kissed my temple. He looked me over and whistled lowly. "Looking good there." He whispered. I laughed as I put my hand on his chest.

"Careful Raymond. There's kids here." Ray shrugged before dipping me and kissing me. Alex and Mary rolled their eyes, used to our antics. The kids made various noises of disgust as Ray pulled me back up.

"You'll all understand one day." Ray laughed as the kids all ran to give us hugs before urging their parents out the door. "Remember when they were the ones urging us out the door?" Ray asked as he hugged me.

"Yeah." I sighed. "They grow up so fast."

"But now we get to share in their experiences." Ray said. "And I have to admit, I love spending my golden years as a grandad."

[asmutwriter]

You Saved Me (Part 11)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After doing some job hunting you bump into your friend Dean but he's not traveling alone

WORD COUNT: 3597

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WARNINGS: demon Dean, swearing, single mum, knives, violence, choking (in a none sexy way), details of injuries, details of fighting, smut, choking (in a sexy way), dom Dean, sub reader, hitting, oral (f recieving), orgasm control, biting, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), hair pulling, creampie,

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

- Not been proof read

You put the various shopping bags into your boot. Cursing as one of the bags falls out. Spilling thevarious food items onto the car park floor. You kneel down. Cursing as you realise the bag has split. "Youve got to be fucking me". Resting your forehead into your hand as you try and regain your sanity back.

"Here" you hear a British voice say "let me help. They gave me an extra bag. You can use that one" you look up. Seeing a man with dark hair, facial hair, and light eyes holding out a plastic bag.

"Thank you" he opens the bag. Holding it out as you start placing your items into it. You see the bag he was holding. Filled with what looks like mainly beer. He must be having some party. "You're a life saver" you smile at him as he chuckles slightly

"Thats debatable but... thanks" you place the last items into the bag. He passes the bag to you. Taking it from him. STanding up as you place it into your boot. SHutting it down you turn to thank him again. He kneels down

"I think you dropped your ring" he picks it up. Flinching as it burns his skin slightly. You freeze slightly. Thumb going to the two rings still on your fingers. "SHit" he says. Looking at the ring then you. He stands up, pushing his shoulders back slightly as he watches you bend down. Grabbing the ring from the floor you place it into the bag. Based on the ring he touched you deduced hes possessed. You stand back up and look at him. His friendly demeanour has changed into a passive aggresive one. He goes to speak but you shake your head slightly

"I dont want any trouble" he watches you, his lips slightly apart as he analysises your behaviour. He knows that yiy know what he is. Yet he relises you show no sign of fear. You put your hands up in a slight defense pose. "Ive had a really shitty day and I just want to go back home and forget today happened" you put out your hand. Your left hand - the one without the rings on. "I promise. Thats all I want to do" he nods slightly. Taking your hand he shakes it. You smile slightly ar him "thank you again for the help" you drop his hand, going to the front seat of your car. Getting in you check the rear view mirror. The man you saw is now gone. You grip the steerig wgeek. Letting out the breath you didnt realise you were holding.

"What the fuck just happened...?" you mutter to yourself. Checking your backseat. Hitting the seats and double checking the footwells. "Youre fine. Im fine. Im fine" you say. You check your phone for the time. Perfect. Enough time to drop the shopping off at home then go job hunting before you have to pick your kids up from school. You start driving. STopping at the first pub you see. No luck. The next three cafes and two bars you get given the same response

"Sorry we arent hiring at the moment"

You pull up to the bed and breakfast. Desperate at this point. You go inside. Smiling at the person behind the desk "Hey there. Im looking for a job and I wondered if you had any availibilty?" she looks at you. Nodding slightly

"I will contact my boss and see if he has any places for you" she grabs a pen and paper "if you write down your details then we can contact you" she smiles at you as you write down yor name and number. You thank her. Turning around you and going to the car park. You unlock your car. Going to open it you see a familiar face. Smiling as you lock your car back up. Walking over to Dean as he opens the door to his room

"Well aint this a nice surprise" he turns to face you. Hand moving from the handle as he smiles, his eyes trailing down your body

"Wasnt expecting to see you here" he says as his eyes meet yours again "arent you a bit far from home?" you nod

"Its a long story"

"I have time if you want to come in for a bit?" you bite your bottom lip slightly before nodding. He smiles, opening the door for you. Letting you go in as he follows. Taking his flannel off, leaving him in just a shirt. You take off your coat. Placing it over the back of the plush airmchair. He grabs out two beets before he sits down on the edge of one of the beds. You go and sit on the bed opposite him. He offers you one of the beers. Taking it and taking a sip of it.

"God I needed this" he chuckles, drinking his drink as he rests his hands on his knees. Leaning forward as he looks at you

"What happened?"

"I got fired from my job. But no where is hiring so Ive had to come and look furhter out my comfort zone. It sucks but it is what it is. I need money and waiting is what Im good at" he nods, maintaining eye contact wih you

"SOmething else is bothering you"

"Yeah. Lydia has a cold, Anna has new baces so shes in pain all the time. My landlord is a dick and keeps being weird around me meaning I need to leave and find a new place to live" you break the eye contact "plus I did some shopping earlier and my bag broke which just really added onto my shitty day. Evrything just costs money that I dont have and its just stressing me out" he nods slightly. You place the beer to your lips, downing the rest of the drink. He chuckles slightly as you place the now empty bottle onto the bedside cabinet.

"I get why your so stressed" you nod. Rubbing your face before looking at him again, smiling softly before you shut your eyes slightly

"I'll be ok. I always am" he nods. You can feel his eyes on you. You open your eyes as you feel him move near you. Placing down his beer next to your empty one. He gently places a hand on your leg

"I can help relieve some of your stress, if you'd like?" a soft smirk on his face as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You nod slightly, watching as he stands up. He comes over to you, gently tracing your bottom lip with his thumb "do you trust me?"

"Yes. I trust you Dean" you whisper. No hesitation in your voce as he smiles at you. Your eyes fixed on his ashe gently pushes his thumb into your mouth. You wrap you lips around it. STicking your tongue out slightly as you suck on the digit. He lets out a soft grunt. Moving his hand down as he grips your jaw with his hand. Bending down as he kisses you. You grip his shirt near his stomach, feeling him push his tongue into your mouth. Letting out a soft whine as he tightens his grip onto your jaw.

You feel him moving his hand down to you throat. Pushing you down so you lay on the bed. Your legs over the edge. His lips still on your as your hands let go of his shirt. Gavvig his wrist as you feel him move his lips to your collar bone. You feel him move his leg between yours. Pushing his leg up, his thigh pushng against your core. You rut your hips slightly against him. A soft moan escaping your lips. A dark chuckle brushes air over your neck as he moves his face back up to yurs. A quick kiss to your lips makes you open your eyes. Half lidded as you meet his. Dark from lust a he smiles down at you.

He gently squeezes your throat. Causing you to let out a whiny sigh. Rutting your hips against his leg. Biting your lip as the friction of your jeans hits just the right spot. He titls his head slightly as he looks at you. Letting go of your throat as he stands up. Slowly undoing your jeans and pulling them down the lenght of your legs. He kisses the insides of your thighs. "Please..." you whisper. He comes back up, kissing you as you feel his figertips dance over your bare legs.

"Are you still on the pill, Rose?" you nod slightly. Feeling his fingers trace around the top of your underwear. Pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. Dragging his fingers over your cunt. Causing you to gasp out slightly as his finger finds your clit. Rubbing soft circles onto it. "Cum without my permisiion and there will be consequences, understood?" You shut your eyes. Feeling him moving beside you, only focusing on his fingers. You gasp out as you feel him hit your senstive pussy. "Understood?"

You meet his eyes. Nodding as you watch him kneel down. "I understand". He smiles. Pushing your pussy apart as his tongue finds you clit as easily as his fingers had. "Holy fuck" you moan out. Hands going to his head as you hold him close to your core. Gripping his hair as you feel him push two fingers into you. Gridning your hips against his tongue and fingers. Getting closer and closer to your high. "Dean. Please" you groan. He hums in repsonse, causing virbations to go through your core. "Shit. Go-gonna cum... Please... wanna cum..." he hums again. You can feel a soft smile on his face as you rut your hips more aggresivly. His free hand coming round and resting on between your pubic area and your belly button. Pushing down hard onto it.

"Dean!" you cry out "Please" gripping his hair tightly as you try your best not to orgasm. With every flick of his tongue, curl of his finger, it get more diffuclt. You feel him move away slightly. Uttering three simple words

"Cum for me". With that you let go. Your legs clamping around his head as you pull him close to you. Truly unholy sounds coming out from your lips as you feel yourself letting go. You let go of the grip you have on his hair. Unclamping your leg. Eyes flutering open as you feel him pushing your shirt up as he kisses over your stomach. Eventually pushing it over your breasts. Biting at the flesh exposed by your bra. Kissing your neck before he pulls your tip over your head.

Hands going over your boobs before trailing around your torso. You arch your back, allowing him better access to unhook your bra. He tosses your clothes onto the floor. Leaving you completely naked in front of him. His hand goes to your cheek as he kisses you. Yur brow furrows slightly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands going to the back of his hair, gripping it as he leans over you. Kissing you deeply as he wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you up as he pushes himself off of the bed. You place your feet onto the floor. Moving away from his lips as he pulls away. Pulling his shirtr over his head. You bite your bottom lip as you trace your nails down his chest and stomach. Causing him to give you a devilish smile as he watches you.

You trace your hands over his biceps as he undoes his belt. Keeping eye contact as he removes his lower halfs. Hearing them drop ont the floor you lean forward. Kissing him gently as you place your hands on the side of his face. His hands go to your hips. Pulling away from the kiss he turns you around. Kissing your neck before pushing between your shoulder blade. Making you bend over, hands resting onto the bed. His hands grip at your ass, kicking your feet apart slightly so he can see you better. On full display for him. You feel a prodding at your entrance. Feeling him push himself fully into you.

"Fuck" he mutters. Your mouth a silent O as he stretches you out. He doesnt leave you much time to adjust before hes starting thrusting in and out. You grip the bed sheets, soft whines and moans leaving your lips as he grinds his hips against yours. He places a hand on your lower back. Allowing him to go faster and deeper. You hide your face into the bed. Muffling the noises you make. You feel his grab you hair. Pulling you by the roots upwards. Your back against his torso as he slows his thrusts slghtly "let me hear all those pretty noises" you shut your eyes tightly as he harshly thrusts. Moving the hand that was on your lower back down to find your clit. Rubbing onto it a he speeds up his thrusts again.

"Dean oh god"you moan out. "Wanna cum"

"Not until I say so" he almost growls into your ear. You keep your eyes shut, resting your head into his shoulder as you focus. Feeling him but trying not to cum.

"Please Dean..." you mumble "please" he kisses your neck

"Soon..." he mutters in repsonse. Picking up his pace. He moves his hand from your hair to your throat. Gently squeezing it. Your hands grip at him. On going to each of his hands. Gripping his wrists tightly as you feel his hips starting to lose their rythm. You let out a long whine as it gets harder to old back your orgasm. He grunts, nipping at your shoulder before whispering to you "cum beautiful"

With those words you let go. A truly sinful moan leaving your lips as you collapse against his body. You faintly register his grunts happening before feeling him stilling his hips. His seed filling you up. You moan out at the feeling. Moving your hand from his wrist up to his head. You turn your head. Planting a kiss to his lups as you grip his hair. The grip on your throat tightening slightly. The both of you heavily breathing as you come down from your highs.

"I think thats the best fuck Ive had in a long time" he chuckles at your statement. Dropping his hand from your throat

"Cant argue with that" he smiles. You feel him pull out of you. You push your legs toegther instinctiyl as you feel your mixed juices start to come out of you. He chuckles slight.y Going into the bathroom he grabs out a towel. Handing it to you, you use it to clean yourself up. Chucking it back into the bathroom. Putting your bra and pants back on as Dean puts on his pants and jeans. Just as the door opens. You grab your shirt, placing it onto yourself you turn. Freezing slughtly as you see the man from the car park.

"WHy do you never learn to knock?" Dean says

"Its a shared room. There are ways to show if youre using it" the british mans looks at you, smiling slightly "Pleased to meet your aquaintance again. I never did get a name"

"Rose. My name is Rose" you murmer "Hey Dean can I have a chat with you? Please?" he looks at you, then at his friend.

"I'll wait outside" they exchange a look. One you dont quite understand. As soon as the door shuts you turn to face Dean

"I know this is going to sound insane but you need to trust me with this" he nods. Going over to his bag he starts shuffling around it "Ok so your friend out there"

"Crowley"

"Yeah whatever his name is. Hes a demon. I met him earlier and he touched my ring and I left him to it because I had a really shitty day and I couldnt be bthered to deal with-"

"Kat. Breath" you stop. Taking in a breath. He tilts his head slightly to look at you. Watchng as youre chest rises and falls deeply as you calm your nerves. Turning back once youd regained your breath

"I didnt want to deal with demons at the time. So I left him. And he left me. But I feel like I should tell you this as Im worried he might do something to you"

"I'll be ok" he turns to face you.

"I know you will be but I thought I should tell you so that you can be prepared for when he turns dark eyes on you" he chuckles slightly. Holding up the item in his hand.

"Do you know what this is?" you look, shaking your head slightly. SOme sort of bone looking item. Teeth on it still and everything

"No" he takes a step towards you, both your eyes on the item as he holds it up.

"This is the first blade" eyes looking at you as he continues to step closer t you. You step backwards insticntivly. Eyes now on him as he smiles. Not his usual cocky smile. This one is a lot more sinister. "Its a powerful weapon. Destroys all living things so long as the user has the mark of cain"

"Thanks for that brief history lesson" you say. Sarcasm on your voice as you try and hide the fear you feel flodding over your body. Determined to stand your ground as he now stands infront of you. Your brain going frantic over what might be happening. Not a shifter. Or ghost possession. They wouldve reacted to your rings. You run your thumb over your fingers. Only two rings. Your blessed one still sitting at the bottom of your shopping bag. He places it onto your cheek bone. Smiling as you shake slightly from fear. Eyes on his as he darts his tongue out accross his teeth "Dean. Please fight this. Kick the fucker out" he chuckles. A low, dark chuckle.

"This is all me sweetheart" he trails his knife down your face. You grab his wrist. Pushing the blade away from you as you pish against his chest. Moving him away from you as you make a bolt for the door. You get it slightly open. Just about to get out you see a plam close it shut. SLamming the door. The hand that was on the door now grabbing your throat. Bringing you close to him as he drags you away from your only exit. Your hands grab at his tightening fist. Just as hes about to choke you out he drops you. Throwing you slightly down as you take in deep breaths. Hands coming up to your throat as you choke for air, moving backwards as you stay sat on the floor. Your back hitting the end of the bed frame

"Come on. Wheres that fight in you?" you shake your head. Him towering over you as you look up at him

"I dont want to hurt you Dean" he laughs as he comes closer. You try and go further into the bed.

"Thats a shame. Because I have no problem with hurting you" you go to kick him. He grabs your ankle. Pulling yu down so your safety of the bed behind is taken away. The sudden change forcing you to lose balance and lie on your back. You dont have time to react as he drags the blade over the length of your thgih. You cry out, hands coming up to cover over your chest as he kneels down. Straddling over your waist.

"Please Dean. Please stop. I-" you stammer before you can finish your words. He smiles slightly

"Go on. Say it" he smiles a truly wicked smile as those words mock you. Taunt you. You feel your bottom lip tremble slightly as you say those three little words.

"I love you..." you whsiper out. Your eyes darint between his. Hoping to see some sort of humanity appear behind him. SOm sort of mercy. But there is no emotion. No sign of affection towards you. Instead you are met with an almost feral look. The smile still adorning his face

"I think its funny that you think that will stop me from killing you" he says in an almost sing song. "If anything that'll make this more fun" he grabs your hands. Pinning them above your head as you try and wriggle out from under him. Feeling him use the edge of the knife to lift your shirt up slightly. Cutting your stomach just below your belly button. You scream out, trying to move your hands away from his grip. He goes to cut you slightly higher up when theres a knock at the door.

"Help me!" you scream out. His hand with the blade in coming up to cover your mouth. He leans down close to you. SHushing you as he meets your eyes. Only mere inches away from your face as he smiles.

"I wish we had longer" he moves his hand from your mouth. Gently tracing the blade down you throat until it rests in the centre of your stomach "But that was my cue to hurry this along" he pushes the blade into your belly. Pain filling your body as you feel him remove the weapon. Bringing it up slightly you feel him piercing it through your chest. Causing you to cry out again before the world turns to black.

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[squids-comics]

This next story is about a band of intergalactic adventurers travelling through space together! It was written for the Multigenre Mashup Smackdown on Wattpad! This was by far the most fun writing challenge I participated in, with it essentially being a writing battle royale. Each round had two prompts, with 2 genres and a bonus challenge in each! After the stories were in, they'd assign points to everyone, and the people with the highest points would move one. I lasted two rounds, producing four short stories. This was my warm up entry, before the contest started. It was generally well received! The only prompt for the warm up was that it had to feature elements of a flat Earth. Now, without further delay, here are the Star-Crossed Explorers!!

In a small pod drifting through space, three friends sit. One sits behind the pod's steering wheel. He's wearing a red vest over a plain white shirt. He has dark brown hair with a matching beard. A man behind him points over his shoulder, out the pod window. He has a jacket studded with blue gems and silky blonde hair. In the back is a man in a yellow space suit with a black visor hiding their face. 

"Look! A planet!" The blonde man yells.

"I see it Star," Says the man at the wheel. "Could you please not yell in my ear?"

"Sorry..." Star replies.

The man in the space suit holds one hand flat at a 45 degree angle and slides their other hand across it. 

"Naut wants to go," Star says. "Come on Rocket!"

"Ok," Rocket responds, tilting the controls towards the planet. "Just a quick stop though."

The pod swerves and rests on the surface of the rocky little planet. The planet is covered in small orange rocks, with a green sky above. The planet is perfectly round and almost completely flat. A small door in the side of the pod opens and a small ramp extends down to the surface of the planet. 

The trio steps out with Rocket and Star wearing some sort of metallic masks. 

Rocket looks around. "Green atmosphere. Could be neon or helium. better keep the masks on to be safe."

 Naut looks around. They holds both hands up to their chest, bent 90 degrees. 

Star nods at Naut. He strikes a dynamic pose with his arms in the air. "It is very flat! It's like my own little stage for the whole universe to see!"

The three stop. They've reached an edge. The sky seems to continue past the line, but thinner, allowing stars to be seen. In front of them is a cliff that doesn't seem to have a bottom, just more sky below it.

Rocket peers over the edge. "Haven't seen anything like that before... There's rocks on the other side. It has reversed gravity!"

Star beams, smiling as bright as a star. "That's awesome! I'm not going over though, not until one of you test it."

Naut steps forward but Rocket puts his hand out. 

"Step back Supernaut. If anyone's going over, it's me."

Rocket steps forward. His toes hang over the ledge. He takes a step. He swings around the planet, ending up on the bottom. 

"Don't worry guys! It's safe!"

The other two also step over the line, swinging around to the other side of the planet. They look around in amazement. Despite being upside down, the gravity still holds them to the planet.

"This is pretty awesome!" Star excitedly yelled.

Supernaut holds two fingers out horizontal in front of their chest and another two in front of their visor. They then bring the two from their visor down on top of the ones on their chest. 

Rocket walks back over to the edge. "Hold on guys... Let me try something."

Rocket steps on the halfway point of the edge, teetering between both sides of the planet. He holds his hands out to the side, like someone walking a tightrope. Then, he slowly takes a step, before slipping and falling.

"That looks like so much fun!!" Star yells.

This small trip to the new planet lasted eight and a half hours.

[cryonme]

𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

➵ Elliot x fem!reader

➵ requested by anon! “Can I get a fic w elliot where he promises the reader that he would stop drinking smoking and doing drugs but goes to her house wasted one night and the reader is very gentle w him so he thinks she’s messing w him and they get into a fight pls (ends in Elliot apologizing to her and saying something like “I’ve just never been w someone like you) Thanks!!”

➵ summary: ^

➵ word count: 2.8k

➵ tw: mentions of vomitting, drugs + alcohol, swearing, parental neglect, angst if you kinda squint.

➵ a/n: my first elliot fic! hooray! i loved this request so much! thank u to anon who sent it in I smooch u⭐️ also, this is an au where they’re not in high school and all the characters are friends because why not I love forcing characters who aren’t friends to be friends, my favorite past time. anyway, happy reading, lovers! also, this is so ass im sorry, I'm not a very good writer I just like it and im having fun lol xo Mizery

also, I'm convinced Elliot and his partner would call each other bubba, like convinced.

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“I’m worried about you, bubba.”

Elliot hummed and shook his head, blindly reaching for your hand, leaving a sloppy kiss on your wrist when you intertwined your fingers with his.

“M’ok.” He rasped, his eyes still shut, old tears clung to his eyelashes.

“Elliot.” You deadpanned, slightly raising your eyebrows, gesturing to his slumped position without having to move your arms.

His cheek was resting on the toilet seat, one hand holding onto the white porcelain for dear life, the other hanging at his side. His legs were posed in an awkward stance, one uncomfortably folded under his butt and the other completely straight out, his toes hitting the base of the sink. You were squatting behind him, wiping his neck with a damp rag, leaving sweet kisses on his shoulder with a hand tightly clutching his.

“Ok. M’a little fucked up righ’ now-”

“A little?!” You raised your voice, but only barely.

This was a recurring event for you and Elliot. Your parents, if you could even call them that, were often gone, or if they were home they were passed out in various spots in the house, so your boyfriend was a frequent visitor in your home, and from time to time, was dropped off at your doorstep when he was too fucked up to function. You never minded taking care of him, and it was important to you that he have a good relationship with his friends and felt like he could let loose and have fun with them without you getting upset. What bothered you is when it got to this point, it scared you when you would find him curled up on your doorstep after hearing a soft knock against the wood, with Fezco standing next to him, an apologetic look etched on his face.

Because what would he do if he didn’t have you?

Where would he go if your parents weren’t so shitty?

“Baby please… ‘m nauseous.”

“Sorry.” You whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Just scares me sometimes.”

Elliot was quiet, his only response being a soft swipe of his thumb against your hand. He knew how much your parents' reckless behavior weighed on you, how exhausting it was to have to step up and be the mom of your family and take care of your little siblings, but you had never outwardly said that his behavior scared you. And in that quiet moment, as Elliot was slowly starting to sober up, having flushed most of the alcohol and drugs down the toilet, he was starting to make the connection. And it fucking hurt.

He continued to be silent as you helped him up from the floor and led him back into your connected bedroom, sitting him on the bed before wiping the excess vomit and sweat from his face and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. He was still silent when you went back to the bathroom and wiped it from the tile and the toilet before returning back to your bedroom with clean clothes for him that he had left there before. He was still quiet as you crawled into your bed next to him, pulling him close so he could rest his head on your chest.

He was thinking. Thinking about you and how he was starting to become yet another burden in your already stressful life. You had to get your siblings up and ready for school, clean your house, get yourself to your classes, meal prep, do homework, and go to work only to come home and find Elliot high out of his mind in your house. You never got a moment to yourself.

“M’gonna stop.” Elliot mumbled, tightening his grip around your waist.

“Stop what?” You hummed, your eyes were closed, your brain fighting off sleep while your fingers lazily threaded through your boyfriend’s hair.

“Doin’ drugs, drinking.”

You froze for a moment, wracking your brain to figure out just how sober he really was right now, and if you could get your hopes up or if this was just an empty promise.

“Elliot…”

“I’m serious.”

His voice was clear and steady, completely determined to do this for you, and you believed him, you trusted him.

“Okay.”

-

Things had been going well. Although Elliot was never, and could never be, a burden to you, it was nice not to have to worry about his well being so often, and he was helping you out a lot more. Helping your youngest sibling get ready for bed, doing your laundry, taking your sister to dance class, helping you with your homework. Not that he hadn’t done those things before, but he just felt so much more involved this time, it was like he was determined.

And you couldn’t figure out why.

He hadn’t showed up, slumped with his head lulling and mumbling incoherently, on your doorstep in weeks. Only with a grin on his lips and occasionally flowers or takeout from your favorite restaurant in his hands.

“He’s really not doing drugs or drinking anymore?” Maddy asked with a raise of her eyebrow, her perfectly manicured fingers twirling a tassel from your throw pillow.

“Yup.” You responded. “It was his idea.” You said, dumping out a basket of clean clothes so you could begin to fold them. “He didn’t say why, but I think it’s because of my parents, he doesn’t want me to have to worry about them too.”

It was Saturday morning, and the girls were at your house, trying their hardest to persuade you to come party with them, but you had work in an hour, and today was a double shift, so everyone was lazing around your house in the meantime.

“He’ll be at the party tonight though, I told him he can’t just cut out his social life because of this.” You said as you folded another shirt, tossing it the pile of clean clothes to put away.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Jules asked from her position on your floor, her back pressed to the rug and her feet up on your bed, Rue’s head resting on her stomach.

You chuckled. “It’s not like he just completely quit everything, Ju. He still smokes weed and has a couple beers, he’s just trying not to get fucked up like he usually does.”

Rue hummed, “That’s what I said.”

“Rue!” Jules scolded.

“I’m just saying!” Rue shot her hands up in surrender.

Maddy rolled her eyes, “You’re a literal fucking addict, Elliot just likes to party.”

Rue just turned her head away from Maddy and shot up her middle finger.

“We’ll keep him in check, don’t worry about it!” BB piped up, taking a long hit from her vape and blowing out the thick cloud of smoke right into Kat’s face, causing the brunette girl to cough overdramatically and swat her hand through the air to clear it.

You shook your head, “That’s not the point, though. He’s allowed to let loose and have fun, this is his decision, you know?”

Deep down, you wish he wouldn’t. You wish you could give BB the task of keeping your boyfriend in check, only allowing him a couple joints and a few beers, not because you didn’t want him to have fun, but because of how fucking worried you were that one night you would get a call from the hospital instead of Fezco or Nate. But that’s just not who you were, you weren’t controlling, or jealous, he did his thing and you did yours, and you wanted to keep it that way, so you decided against keeping tabs on him.

“I’ll still kick his teeth in if he does anything stupid.”

“Rue!” -

“Shot?” Nate extended his hand to the blond, his thumb and forefinger gripped onto the miniature shot filled with clear liquid that smelled like rocket fuel.

“Nah.” Elliot held up his hand in rejection, and held up his beer bottle in the other hand, signifying he was all set.

“Seriously?” The taller boy asked before shrugging and taking the shot himself, shaking his head and knitting his eyebrows at the bitter taste. “Ol’ ball and chain?”

Elliot shook his head. “It’s not like that.”

Nate raised his eyebrows, not believing a word out of his friend’s mouth. “Yeah? What’s it like then?”

Elliot had his eyes focused on Nate’s hands as he poured another shot. The clear, bitter liquid sloshing over the sides due to Nate’s drunken pouring skills. The brunet caught his friend staring at the miniature glass and smirked. “You want a shot, E?” Elliot groaned and threw his head back before running a frustrated hand over his face. “Yeah.” He whispered, nodding his head. “Yeah, I do.”

Nate whooped as he grabbed another glass and poured the shot for his friend, filling it so close to the top it nearly overflowed. “We’re gettin’ hammered tonight!”

Elliot shook his head, a smile playing on his face as he threw the shot back, swallowing it as fast as he could to prevent the terrible taste from lingering.

Elliot laughed while Nate put him in a playful chokehold, using his free hand to rough up his hair, and Elliot failed to see a group of well dressed girls enter the party.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Maddy snarked, clicking her tongue as she watched Elliot take his third shot with Nate, but who knows how many he took before she laid eyes on him.

“He’s just taking a couple shots, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Jules said, sipping from her own drink, smushed between Rue and Maddy in the back corner of the living room.

“If he makes (Y/n) take care of his drunk ass tonight after her double shift, I’m gonna fucking come for him.”

“I’ll help you.” Rue chimed in.

Jules rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even given him a chance yet, guys!”

“He literally took three more shots just while we were having this conversation.” Maddy responded, not taking her eyes off of your boyfriend and her ex boyfriend in the kitchen.

Jules closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “Fuck.”

-

As soon as you heard the soft knock at the door, your heart sank.

You had just gotten off from working a double at work, the tips were shitty, every single customer somehow had a stick up their ass, and one of your coworkers pulled a no call no show so you had to pick up their slack. You were so exhausted, and beginning to feel a tiny cold coming on from overworking yourself, and you felt anger begin to rise up in you at your boyfriend, anger for doing this when he knew you had to work a double shift, anger for doing this when he promised, anger at your friends for bringing him here when they knew why he had cut back.

But all of that dissipated when you saw the frantic tears in her boy’s big brown eyes.

“Oh, Elly.”

“M’sorry, baby, m’so sorry, I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to get this- this bad, I just, I don’t-”

He was sitting down on the porch steps, his top half so slumped over you were afraid he was gonna fall over, his face was streaked with tears, Jules and Rue crouched next to him, trying their best to keep him up right.

“(Y/n) we are so so sorry we tried to just keep him at Nate’s but he wouldn’t stop crying saying you were gonna break up with him and he needed to apologize.”

You shook your head, “You did the right thing, really.”

You cautiously made your way towards your crumpled boyfriend, intertwining both hands with his, and with the help of your two friends, hoisting him off the steps and towards your room, not bothering to be quiet since it was a Saturday night, your parents were gone and your siblings were most likely still awake anyway. You studied him as you walked backwards, holding your hands in his, walking him down the hallway. This time seemed different, he looked kind of fucked up, but not nearly as bad as he usually was when you led him down this hallway at 3 in the morning, he just looked ashamed.

“M’sorry.”

“You’re okay.”

Once the girls helped him to your room, apologized a couple more times, and took a couple beers from your fridge, they were out the door, leaving you alone with your boyfriend.

“Drink some water and take Advil, my love. You’ll feel so sick if you don’t.”

Elliot nodded and took the glass and three red pills from your hands, throwing them back much like he had with the one too many shots he took earlier.

“You feeling okay? Do you feel sick?”

Elliot shook his head, eyes trained on his shoes, trying his hardest to stop the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Jus’ really drunk.”

You nodded and placed a kiss on his temple, “Let’s lay down, yeah?”

Elliot just nodded and followed your lead while you pulled him to settle into bed, and both of you settled into comfortable silence. It hurt your heart how he cried because he thought you would break up with him, you thought he knew your love wasn’t conditional. You thought Elliot had fallen asleep after several minutes before he spoke.

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Elliot asked as he laid in between your legs, his cheek resting on your torso while you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I have no reason to be.”

“I promised you.”

“It was your decision, baby, not mine.”

Elliot groaned and sat up, running a frustrated hand over his face, separating himself from you.

“Stop messing around with me, I’m serious.”

All you could do was stare at him with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, how the fuck do you respond to that?

“I fucked up, (Y/n)! How can you stay with me after that?!”

“Everyone fucks up sometimes-”

“All I ever do is fuck up!”

“That’s not true.”

Your voice was even, trying your best not to shout or engage in a fight with him while he's crossed, you knew better.

Elliot stared at you, a stray tear ran down his face and his mouth was slightly agape, like he wanted to say something but was too afraid.

“How can you fucking look at me when all I do is act just like your parents?!”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You grit your teeth, finally sitting up from your all too comfortable spot in your bed.

Elliot didn’t respond. He just stared at you, awaiting your answer. He knew as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he probably shouldn’t have said that, but he did, and now he has to face the consequences.

“I didn’t even- I didn’t make the connection until the other night, the night I made my promise, that I was scaring you because of the close calls you’ve had with your parents, and that’s why I stopped. I feel so fucking stupid that I let myself get to that point again-”

“But you’re not even at that point, E...”

“That’s not the fucking point!” He yelled, leading you to flinch. He closed his eyes and cursed himself for scaring you, yet again.

“All I ever do is fucking scare you, and disappoint you.”

You didn’t respond, you just crawled to where he was sat at the end of your bed, pressing the softest of kisses to his shoulder before leaning your head there. “You love me. You bring me flowers, and my favorite food. You help me, you hold me when I’m sad and you put me on your shoulders when I’m happy, making me impossibly happier. We are so much more than the bad parts, E.”

Elliot didn’t hold your hand back when you laced your fingers through his, he didn’t believe you, and your heart started racing.

“If you won’t, I will.”

You froze, you could’ve sworn your heart was beating so hard it broke through your chest cavity.

He couldn’t mean-

“Elliot…” Your voice came out as a warning, slowly standing up, letting his hand drop from yours, so you were looking down at him.

“I’m leaving, baby. I can’t let you deal with me like this anymore. I obviously can’t keep myself in check, it’s fucking embarrassing.”

Your heart might as well have fallen out of your chest.

“No.” You whimpered, feeling your fingers begin to shake and your knees wobbling. If you weren’t so exhausted you’d have put up a fight, put your foot down and smacked some sense into the tattooed boy looking up at you. But all you could do was break.

“Please, Elliot, I can’t do any of this without you.” Your tears were running rapidly down your cheeks, your mouth downturned into the saddest frown. “Please.”

Elliot was stunned. In his intoxicated state, he expected you to agree, that having to add him to your chore list was exhausting, that he needed to grow up if he ever wanted to be with you again. He even maybe expected you to yell at him to cut the self pity bullshit, to tell him he was being an idiot, and you aren’t going to let him leave you because of that, but he didn’t expect your tears. Sober Elliot would’ve never thought about doing this to you in a million years, sober Elliot knew exactly how much you loved him and needed him around.

And he snapped into sober Elliot really fast when he saw your tears.

“Okay, okay.” Elliot shot up from where he was positioned on your bed, cupping your face in his hands and leaving kisses on your hairline. “I’m not leaving.”

“Why would you do that?” You cried, wrapping your hoodie clad arms around his slender torso, holding on as tight as you could.

“I’m sorry, bubba. I’m so sorry.” He said gently into your hair, letting his lips rest against the skin of your forehead, mumbling apologies and sweet nothings. “I’m an idiot.”

You nodded, causing Elliot to chuckle as he continued to hold you.

“I’ve just never had anyone like you before.” He confessed once the two of you had settled back into your bed, this time with your head on Elliot’s chest, the roles of comforter switching.

“What do you mean?”

Elliot hummed, considering his words while his hands caressed your skin under your hoodie.

“Someone who loves me unconditionally.”

Your boyfriend’s words pulled your mouth into a frown, you didn’t like that he had been hurt so much that you thought you were going to throw him out after one mistake.

“Baby…” You crooned, squeezing him tighter. “You’re my boy, okay? No matter what happens. We’ll always figure it out, alright?” You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling from the sliver of moonlight peaking through your curtains, your pinky finger held out towards him.

“Are we pinky promising to be together forever?” Elliot asked, raising his eyebrow.

You nodded. “The pinky promise is sacred, this is more serious than marriage.”

Elliot smiled a toothless smile, his eyes shining, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to be able to have you. To even be able to look at you right now, your hair sprawled out across his chest, his clothes adorning your figure, your cute black painted pinky fingernail held up.

The blond brought his pinky up, interlocking it with yours, and leaving a kiss on it.

“Unconditionally, always.”

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[igotanidea]

Stranger in the library:The Sandman fanfic

This story was inspired by @waitingforthatday by the post:

New story idea! Hear me out!

So, recently I’ve been seeing a lot of post about Morpheus reacting to fanfics of himself…..

BUT!!!

How would Morpheus react to fanfics of the reader appearing in the library?

Can someone write this?

So, let's see, how he would react :D

MASTERLIST

A STRANGER IN THE LIBRARY

When he turned around she was just standing there with confused and lost look on her pretty face.  Clearly having no idea where she was and how she got there. He saw her, but she didn’t notice him. However, it only took her a couple minutes to spot all the books on the shelves and tables, just waiting to pick them up and start reading. The girl hesitantly took a step forwards and reached for the closest volume, caressing the spine of the book with her index finger.

This was unbelievable. Who could have had an audacity to come up with such a ridiculous story? Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless was sitting in his library going through some most recent stories that appeared on the shelves. His brain was almost on fire because of all the thoughts. He was the ruler of the Dreaming, the Dreaming was him. His will constituted a law here and every subject, guest and servant were to obey. Not a single soul, especially a stray dreamer could enter the palace without him knowing and approving, regardless of what the author of the story claimed. No one would surprise him….

-Hello Morpheus! – appearance of way to familiar face caused him to jump. Not a soul,  oh the irony of that sentence. – What are you reading? – the girl sat down next to him.

-How did you get in here?

-Um, by the door I suppose? I’m no gargoyle I can’t fly through the window.

- Stop. – he was far more annoyed than usual and the change in his tone made her wonder what was happening.

-Are you all right, Dream?

- I’m in perfect condition.

-Right. Obviously. Now tell me, what made you so grumpy? Is this about the book?

At this point he had only two choices : either start denying and keep the pose of cold and distant ruler or show her the book and let her help though it. Finally deciding on the latter he tossed her the book.

-Another fanfiction? This is getting unhealthy, you know. Almost like an Internet addiction.

-Internet?

- Never mind – she shook her head and started going through the lines. – I don’t see what’s upsetting you so much in here. No mention of your sad face, no kissing or touching, so what …

-Read it.

-I’m sorry?

-Just read it, go through it with me.

-You know I’m getting tired of my visit in the Dreaming turning into literature lesson and interpreting the author’s mind.

-Read it – he repeated with warning voice – don’t you dare defying me.

-Ok, all right, fine! – she scoffed – The library seem to somehow react to her presence. As she was making her way forward, to the center it moved making her walk easier. The books were appearing on the shelves in different places than supposed to, asking to be chosen by her.

- Can you imagine how much mess that would made? – he scoffed.

- Mess, Morpheus?

- Yes, the volumes, changing their places. This is not happening as long as I’m here. Ever.

- Of course not – she chuckled lightly – shall I continue?  - he nodded so she went on – this stray dreamer, coming out of nowhere had a great impact on the place. As the King was watching her carefully from a safe distance…..

- Safe distance! – Dream exclaimed – that is an outrageous suggestion I would hide from a human. If anything, she should be afraid of me.

- Yes. Terrified by the lack of understanding the concept of personal space – she muttered which resulted with a look from him – what? Even now, you are way to close, taking a butcher’s from over my shoulder.

-Is that a nuisance for you, dear? – he moved even closer, resting his chin on her shoulder and brushing his lips over her cheek.

- Shall I remind you that you wanted to read the story and you are getting distracted now?

- By a dreamer in my library – he whispered into her ear

- Oh, so  we are acting the story out now? – she gently turned her head away – I’m getting curious how it ends then – even the weather in the Dreaming suddenly improved, as the sun came thought and illuminated the Fiddler’s green making it look ethereal.

- Do you, authors – he hissed thought clenched teeth addressing also the girl reading the story – have no sense of authority? Respect for the higher beings? I control every aspect of the Dreaming and no one else, no one has such powers here.

-Higher beings? – she huffed – and you think yourself one?Are you really that conceited? And I thought we were making progress. Shame on you, King of Dreams.

-Apologies – he looked her straight in the eyes and grabbed her hand - please, drop the formalities, I much prefer when you call me by name.

- Vey well than, Morpheus. Let’s see how it goes, but no more interrupting, ok? She felt like at home  in this place. Natural and safe, even if she still had no idea where she was.  That was until a tall, dark figure came into her line of sight. – See, no mention of you cat look, that’s a progress, isn’t it?

- I presume it is – he muttered waiting for her to continue.

What are you doing here? – the stranger spoke with a dark, soft voice making her jump and drop the tome she was holding – How did you get here?

- I…. I don’t know – she stammered with shaking voice – but I’m not doing anything wrong, please sir, don’t hurt me.

-Hurt you? – the stranger repeated

- I would never hurt a guest in my realm. Even the uninvited one. Even the unwanted one. I got my rules and any damage or wound to a dreamer would be a disgrace.

- What about the time when you left a mark on my …..

- Stop! Just …. just keep on reading – maybe she imagined it but she believed the Dream Lord was aroused by the memory she brought to him.   

- I just got curious about this book and …..I felt it calling my name.

- Is that so?

-Yes. I know it sounds crazy, but… but it’s true.

­-Book. Calling her name. Never in a thousands of years….  – Morpheus chimed in again, breaking his previous promise.

-I know, Dream. I know. It never happened and never will since you will never allow it. – she shook her head

- Precisely.

-Maybe I will just skip to the end, hmm? Don’t want to upset to more than necessary.  So…. the ending…. Finally, The Dream Lord realized how much this once stranger, and now familiar dreamer meant to him. He came to terms with her sudden appearances and found himself waiting for it. When the right time comes, and the dreamer popped in the Dreaming, he was ready. Ready to confess to her how he felt about her. And those feelings, were far from hate, to be honest they were seated on the other side of the hate – love scale.

The ending of the story got two completely different reaction from them. While Dream let out a whine and closed his eyes, his companion started to laugh uncontrollably.

-What. Is. So. Funny. To. You? – he hissed

- You are, Dream. Your reaction. Haven’t we been through it before? – she grinned- And besides, you have no problem with emotions when it comes to me. Or… did something change in that area – the thought made her frown.

- No! Nothing changed with you and me, but… I’d much prefer to keep my feelings private.

- I know. But we are alone, aren’t we? – she leaned towards him, caressing his cheek and leaving just an inch of space between their lips.

-Indeed, we are - he smirked.

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[book-of-baba-fett]

A Lucky Hand - Fives x Fem!Reader

Crossposted on A03

Fives finds himself running low on credits during a game of pazaak with his favorite mechanic, but a risky wager on his end might end up benefitting both of you.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, Oral Sex (f/m receiving). Drinking, PiV intercourse, (let me know if I miss anything!)

***

“And I win another round! Come on Fives, at this rate you should just hand me all your credits,” You tease at the clone sitting across the table from you. Your smirk is met with a scowl that doesn’t reach his sparkling amber eyes. The 501st is on leave on Coruscant, and they're one of your favorite clone battalions. You work as a mechanic at the military base where their barracks are, and once the war started up you got to know a bunch of the troops as they came through to ask for your help on any equipment they damaged on their last deployment. This is how you got to know Fives particularly well; if something could break, Fives would find the way to do it.

After he had annoyed you enough times by breaking the gear you had just fixed for him, he started to repay you by inviting you to hang out in parts of the base that were off limits to most of the civilian workforce, like the break room you were in this night. A few troopers were scattered around; most had early shifts on the base tomorrow so they couldn’t spend their free time at 79s that particular night. This meant they were entertaining themselves more tamely than usual but for many of the troopers this meant drinking ale and gambling on games or podraces they were watching on the holo, or in Fives and your case Pazaak.

Fives begrudgingly slides you the credits on the table and starts to deal out the next round. He was not a man who took defeat easily. Since his shifts for the day were over, he was only armored from the waist down and has his blacks on top. You’ve been drinking some ale during the night and you couldn’t help but notice the way the fabric clung to his body, particularly his broad chest and hard biceps.

Woah watch it there, you work around a million guys who look the same as him. Once you let those thoughts in there’s no going back. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at all attracted to him even without the alcoholic influence. Fives drove you crazy half the time, but he was just so damn hot you let it slide.

“You do have a point,” Fives suddenly spoke up and you’re snapped out of your thoughts. Once you notice he’s looking through his utility belt, you realize he’s answering your previous statement. “You’ve cleaned me out, I don’t have any more to bet tonight. That is…unless you’re not opposed to wagering something a little more interesting?”

You take a sip of your ale, draining the bottle. “And what do you propose?”

Fives looked around the room, making sure none of his brothers were paying too close attention to the two of you. Luckily, they were all focused on their own entertainment. His face broke into a grin as he looked into your eyes and leaned in closer to you.

“If I win this round, you give me a handjob,” he whispered into your ear.

You huff out a laugh to act nonchalant, but the truth is you feel a flutter in your stomach and a flush to your cheek by the suggestion. Everything between you too had just been friendly before, and while Fives had gotten flirty occasionally you never thought he was serious. He was Fives, that’s what he was like with everyone.

“Well, that is an interesting suggestion. What do I get if I win then?” you reply, trying to sound as transactive as possible; like this was some normal deal with a trader.

“If your hand wins, I’ll finish all the reports and paperwork you need to do for any 501st related repairs while we’re on this leave.” Ok, this got you excited but not in the core warming way his previous suggestion did; that would be a big relief on your workload. And hey, his hand has been terrible all night, luck seems to be in your favor.

“All right, you’re on.” You smirk and he flashes that devilish grin at you.

You win the first round easily; Fives was being very conservative with his hand and didn’t seem to want to play too many cards. He either has nothing in his deck, or he’s really holding out for something big.

The second round lasts a few minutes longer, but you overdraw your cards and Fives wins which meant the match was tied before the 3rd and final round. Fives teasingly stretches his arms over his head, making you roll your eyes at him.

The third round goes on the longest; you had used up most of your set deck already so you were being careful to not overdraw again, but you play your last card. You didn’t reach the 20 total needed to win, but being at 19 you felt confident in your choice. Fives drew another card from the deck, that pushes his total to 22. If you finished the round with a number over 20, that meant you lost so you begin to shift back in your seat and put your feet up on the table.

“Sorry, Fives, better luck ne-,” you start but he cuts you off, wagging a finger in your direction. He places his last card on the table: a -2. Making his total 20, and him the winner. You couldn’t help but shake your head in disbelief as the clone copied your victorious pose – stretching back with his arms behind his head and his feet coming to rest on the table as those amber eyes locked with yours.

***

“OK Listen, I was being a little shit. I had a terrible hand; I didn’t think I would actually win. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” You brought Fives back to your workshop in the base – the best place you could think of for some privacy. It was late so all the other mechanics should have left already. It was small, but there was enough space for a worktable and the small bench that you and Fives are sitting at. His voice was soft; you knew he could be a bit of an ass, but you knew he was being honest and the last thing he would want to do was make you uncomfortable.

“Nope, I don’t back out of a deal.” You smirk at him and his edge seemed to come back once he accepted that you were ok with this. Your hand rests on his armored thigh and slowly makes its way up to his codpiece. “Besides, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit curious about what you’ve got going on under all the armor.”

A devilish grin grows on his face as his own hand meets yours. He fiddles with the straps on his codpiece and pulls It away, revealing an already sizeable bulge in his blacks. He pulls your hand onto him and holds it there. You feel your core flutter as he hardens in your hand.

“Well, I’m more than happy to show off for you, baby,” His voice is lower and has a raspy edge to it. You push his hand aside and slowly undo his pants, releasing his cock. You slowly grasp your hand around the base of him, and you can’t help but lick your lips looking at it. His tan cock is thick and long, and already swollen at your light touch. His breath is low at your touch, he places a hand on your shoulder, wordlessly begging you to move.

You take your hand away for a second to lick it and you firmly hold him again. You slowly began to stroke up and down, feeling his velvety soft skin in your hand. You flick your thumb over his head, smearing a bit of the precum that was already leaking from it. You can’t help but want to taste him. You increase your pace and Fives’s grip on your shoulder tightens, his breath increasing. You look at his face, he smiles back at you, his pupils blown out and filled with lust.

“I had a hunch you would be good with your hands.” He breathed out, trying to hold onto his composure. You wanted to wreck that pretty face. As you continue working his cock up and down in your hand, he sighs out and bends his head backward, hitting the wall. You take this pause in attention to bend your head down and start licking the head of his cock.

“Fuck!” he cursed out, sighing your name. You slowly move off the bench to kneel in front of him. You continue to jerk him and lick a long strip up the underside of his cock. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Oh well, if you’re not happy with it I can always stop,” you tease and his eyes darken with hunger. He responds by placing a hand on the back of your head and grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“I’m more than happy sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about what those pretty lips would look like wrapped around my cock for ages.” He gently guides your head back to him, and you open up wide to take more of him in.

You start slowly, he’s so thick it’s hard to fit him all in. You press your tongue underneath his hard cock as you slowly bob up and down on him, using your hand to help jerk the rest of him. Once you adjust, you push him further into your mouth until you feel him hitting your throat. His hips thrust up, trying to feel more of you and his hand presses your head closer into him. You feel your gag reflex kicking in as he releases you, gasping for air as you come up.

“Was that, ok?” Fives asks, and once you smile and assure him it is, he grasps your hair again. “I want to fuck your pretty mouth; can I do that sweetheart?”

“Yes, use me” you gasp, and he doesn’t waste a second. He slides himself back into your mouth and begins thrusting himself while holding your head in place, hitting the back of your throat with each stroke. You’re so turned on by this, having this strong man use you to chase his pleasure. You reach one of your hands in between your legs, rubbing your clit over your jumpsuit, just trying to appease your needs with any form of friction. Fives notices and groans.

“Is this turning you on? Me choking you with my dick?” He grunts while thrusting into you. You hum in agreement, the vibration giving him more pleasure. His head knocks back against the wall, beads of sweat appearing at his forehead. He’s close.  “Fuck, I’m gonna come down that pretty throat of yours. Then, I’m gonna eat that pretty pussy of yours, you like the sound of that?”

You moan and look up at him, pulling your head away from his grasp. He looks wrecked, ready to cum and he’s about to push your head back down when you say, “Let me finish you off.”

His hand is still on your head but not pulling you down anymore. His cock is coated with your saliva, and you jerk him rapidly again then take him back into your hollowed out mouth, You use both of your hands, twisting as you jerk him and suck on his head. He starts gasping your name, warning you he’s about to come. You slide him completely into your mouth, where his tip is partially down your throat as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth and taste his thick, salty cum spurt in your mouth. He holds you down while he thrusts out his orgasm. You swallow as he’s already pulling you up off the ground into his lap and crushes your lips with a kiss.

“You’re wearing too much.” His voice is raspy from his release, but he’s focused on fulfilling his earlier promise to you. His hand finds the zipper at the front of your jumpsuit, and he tugs it down to your waist, his lips never leaving yours.  He roughly pulls down the shoulders, leaving you in just your bra from the waist up. He moves his kisses down to your neck, and he sucks a love bite right where the collar line of your suit would have been.

You feel like putty in his strong hands, moaning at even his softest touches. He grabs one of your breasts over your bra, his thumb rubbing where your nipples are peaking through. He uses his free hand to reach around you and effortlessly undoes the clasp on your bra. He leans back to stare at your exposed chest, eyes glancing over every inch of you and back up to meet you own. You feel yourself blush, but you’re hungry for more. You lean back in to kiss him more, and he slides his tongue into your mouth. He wraps your legs around his waist and slowly rises. He carries you over to your worktable, where he uses his arms to clear off the paperwork and tools that had been sitting there.

“Sorry if any of that was important,” He mumbles into your mouth. He places you at the edge of the table and makes quick work of removing the rest of your jumpsuit, leaving you in just your panties before him. He gently pushes you backward onto the table, kissing along your neck and sucking at each nipple before he moves his way down your body.

Your breath hitches as he reaches your hips, leaving another love bite as he gets there. His hands spread your legs open for him, propped against the edge of the table. His kisses trail over your panties and you can feel his breath on your clothed entrance. He lets out a dark chuckle.

“So wet, and I’ve barely even touched you. Someone’s needy.” He places a kiss right over your clit and you feel like you’re ready to lose any control you had over your urges. His fingers reach around the waistband of your panties as he slides them down your legs. He spreads your legs again, lifting one to rest on his should as he caresses and kiss it; his goatee offering a ticklish yet pleasurable sensation. He takes his time teasing you, kissing and licking around your joints and hip bones, his calloused hands squeezing your thighs. You begin to whimper under his touch, trying to rotate your hips so he’ll pay attention to the one area he’s ignored.

“Need something, mesh’la?” He grins up at you.

“Dammit Fives, touch me!”

“I already am, you need to be more specific than that. And maybe try asking nicer?” That little shit.

“Please, Fives. Your mouth. I need it. On me. Please.” You prop yourself on your elbows to look at him. God, you want to wipe that cocky grin off his face, but you need him too much to fight him right now.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” And he dives right in.

His tongue licks a stripe up your slit and you can’t hold your moan in. He uses his fingers to open up your folds as his tongue finds your clit. He flicks it expertly, keeping his eyes one you as you began to fall apart under his mouth. He takes your clit in his mouth and sucks gently at first, reading your reactions. He switches up between sucking and licking, swirling his tongue, and lightly grazing his teeth around your sensitive bud, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He’s too good at this, damn him for being so good at this. You have too much pent-up attraction in your system, too much of a need for him, you’re going to come soon.

You can’t prop yourself up anymore, and you fall back onto the table. Your hands search for anything to grab onto, to ground yourself in the moment.  His tongue continues its onslaught against your clit, Fives is using one of his hands to press your hip down, preventing you from moving too much. Just when you think you can’t be more overwhelmed, you feel one of his thick fingers pressing into your entrance. You moan and clench around him, but he can tell you want more so he slips a second finger in. He slows his tongue to match the speed of his fingers dragging in and out of you, only to increase his pace as your body welcomes him in.

“So tight around my fingers, baby. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” Your moans start to pitch higher and higher, your release imminent. He can tell you’re almost there, his fingers press even deeper into you and curve slightly, finding that spongy spot inside of you. You cry out louder.

“Yes, please Fives! Right there!”

He doesn’t relent his pace with his fingers as his mouth latches to suck around your clit. You can’t string two thoughts together; all you can focus on is the electricity pulsing through your body. All you can hear are your moans and the filthy noise from his fingers and mouth pleasuring your pussy. Your legs are quaking around his head, your hips fighting to leave the table but being held into place by your source of pleasure. You’re able to glance down at Fives and the lustful but focused look in his golden eyes is enough to push you over the edge. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm hits you like a speeder. His fingers work you through it as your pussy flutters around him, and his tongue laps up your release. Once your breathing settles, he pulls his fingers from you and makes eye contact as he sucks them clean.

“You’re even sweeter than I imagined.” You’re still sprawled on the table as he stands up and removes the top of his blacks. You’re in recovery from your release, but you feel yourself clench as you look over his sculpted, tan body. You almost moan when you notice his cock, still free from your earlier work is now hard again as he removes what was left of his armor. He notices the hungry look on your face. “Bet I can get you to come again, this time on my cock.”

Your energy perks up and you’re able to lift yourself up again, and you teasingly wave your hips at him, showing off your entrance, still glistening from your orgasm. One of his hands grabs your hip to steady you, while the other strokes his cock and lines it up against your entrance. He slides it up and down your slit, whacking it against your sensitive clit. You shake in his grip and his eyes gleam as he slowly presses into you.

You’re still wet from your release and his fingers had worked you up, but you still have a hard time accepting his thickness. You feel him splitting you open, but the slight edge of pain is overpowered by the pleasure. Fives bottoms out in you and pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to him. You had never been so full and the sensation is almost too much. Your arms lift and grasp onto his biceps, needing to hold onto him for proof this wasn’t some dream.

One of his hands reaches behind you to the small of your back to keep you propped up. His other is gripping your hip, grounding himself as he’s ready to take what he wants. But he has to briefly control himself. He bends down, kissing you on your forehead.

“You feel so good, I won’t be able to last long. Are you ready?” He asks as his kisses trail down to your mouth. You deepen the kiss, gathering his bottom lip in your mouth and lightly bite on it making him groan.

“Fuck me, Fives. I’m off tomorrow, so I don’t need to walk.” You whisper and that’s all he needs.

He pulls himself out and then thrusts all the way back in, hitting your deepest spot. You barely reacted when he’s already moving again, unrelenting in his pace as he aims for that pleasure spot with every single thrust. He holds you against him, smacking your hips into his. Your nails digging deeper into his arm, and you’re turned on at the thought of him secretly walking around tomorrow with your marks on him. His pace is harder than it is quick, and you feel him drag in your pussy with every movement, almost as if you can feel every vein and ridge on his cock. Your pussy is holding him in a vice like grip, and as your legs wrap around his waist he groans as he feels you move around him.

Your head starts to roll back, and his hand that was on your back moves to the back of your neck to hold you in place, making you keep eye contact locked with him. He’s in complete control of your body, his strong arms able to hold you and fuck you like a rag doll. The tension starts to build in your body again, building to another peak.

Fives pulls out and you whine from the loss of him, but then he flips you onto your stomach, your ass up and legs dangling off the table. He uses his legs to spread yours further apart as he bends over, licking a line up your spine. He bites at the back of your neck, grabs a fistful of your hair to angle your face with his as he kisses you. He slams his cock back into you and you cry out; you won’t have a voice tomorrow.

“I’m close, can I come inside this pretty pussy?” he pants into your ear as he slowly drags his cock in and out of you. You were on birth control, so you knew you would be fine.

“Yes, please, fill me up Fives!” you gasp, grinding your ass back into him to meet his movements. He kisses you again then slides his hand back to your hips and begins a brutal pace.

If you thought you hadn’t been filled before, this angle makes you feel him in places you didn’t think were possible. His body pushing into you more and more with each thrust, you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your hips from his hands and marks on your legs from the edge of the desk. You start to lift yourself, but he uses on hand on your back to press you back down, your cheek turned to the side pressed against the surface so you’re able to see him ravish you from the corner of your eye.

He’s hitting your deepest spot with every thrust, quickly propelling you closer and closer to your second orgasm. Your body is wrecked as he fucks into you. Your vision is blurry, you can’t focus on anything, and your head is filled with your combined moans and the sinfully delightful slap of his hips against your ass and his dick in your pussy. You won’t be able to focus on any of your next projects when you’re on your next shift, all you’ll be able to think of is how this Arc Trooper bent you over your desk and fucked you into another galaxy. Your whole body begins to tense, and you feel a euphoric sensation take over your body. You were already on your way to the strongest orgasm you ever had, when his hand reached around for your clit and his calloused finger pads start rubbing it. You’re pushed past the point of no return.

You scream out but you can’t hear it, you see white and the only thing grounding you to the planet is the sensation of him fucking you through your climax. You call out his name countless times as he fucks you through it, your pussy squeezing him to the point where he can’t hold on any longer and, with a cry of your name, he fills you with hot streams of cum.

He collapses onto you, both of you breathing together and still joined. Slowly he gets up and pulls himself out of you. You nearly roll off the table, but he catches you and picks you up just to bring you down to the floor with him. He holds you in his arms there, allowing you to catch your breath. His golden eyes don’t leave your face as he brushes tears you don’t even realize you had shed off your cheeks. He smiles at you and his eyes twinkle as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“I’m glad I lost that bet,” you joke, making him laugh and bend down for another kiss.

[lo-frequency]

Hi I love your blogand your writinh so much it's so good!

Could I request a shoto/denki and toga x chubby reader (if you're not comfortable writing with toga you can just to denki and shoto) thanks!

Fortunately for you, anon, I did them all! (and it's kinda long, so my bad lol) Also, there's mention of insecurity in Toga's, but it quickly turns to fluff. As always, please enjoy!

Denki

-Believe it or not, Denki was nervous to confess to you because he was afraid of being rejected. You’re so cute and cool and that he was sure there’s no way you actually returned his feelings. It was worth a shot, tho. So imagine his joy when you said you felt the same way :)

-Rants about you all the time to his friends, to the point where they feel like they know you personally before you’ve even met. They also get to hear all the tmi stories about what the two of you do alone, because he can’t help himself (if they don’t walk away first, lol).

-He knew you looked squishy before, but couldn’t believe how soft your skin was when he finally got to hold you. It was almost unfair. He often finds himself caressing your skin mindlessly whenever you’re close together, hand always ghosting across your arm or hand (or your thigh ;) ).

-Lays back on you to play video games, his head cushioned by your pillowy chest and the rest of his body situated between your legs as you watch him play. Play in his hair or rub his arms and he will fall asleep. The tingly feeling he gets when cuddling with you is his favorite kind of electricity.

-Zaps your butt “by accident”

-Easily flustered, but he tries to play it off with his cool act. Just kiss his cheek or tell him he’s handsome and watch him ramble about knowing he’s “irresistible” until he flushes red up to his ears.

-Denki can be pretty corny at times but he does have his serious moments, mostly when you two are alone together. He shows you what’s beneath his goofy facade, a boy with dreams and aspirations just like everyone else. After seeing this side of him, it’s a little irritating to hear people reduce him to an idiot (although he does have his moments 💀)

-Them thighs tho 😏 “Dang babe, you been working out?” “Not really, Kaminari” He clucks his tongue. “Sheesh, imagine being that thicc...naturally” he says, shaking his head as if it were a shame.

-Truly believes he has the best s/o in the whole school. Does not take offense to being called a simp 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Wasn’t aware of it at first, but became super attracted to people with your same body type. His eyes always lingered on them in public, and he couldn’t help but think they were kinda hot (sorry, y/n)

-Very affectionate, but loves to receive as much as give, so please give this man plenty of kithes and hugs, he gets the shakes if he doesn’t get his daily dose of Y/n love.

-Y’all are so silly together, always cracking jokes or giggling about something. You eventually develop a similar sense of humor, and have so many inside jokes people can’t decipher your conversation. If anybody has anything negative to say about y’all: Denki puts his hand over his earpiece and says to you (from right next to him) “Pikachu to Big Sexy, I’m picking up some negative vibes on the radar, do you copy?” And you, holding your hand up to your own ear, say “Affirmative, doing a diagnostic scan...it’s a hater, confirmed.” Cue the obnoxious laughter, lmaoo

-Never forgets the anniversaries or relationship milestones. He even remembers the date of yall’s first kiss, and thinks about it every time the date passes (although he wouldn’t tell you that tho, that would be too sappy, even for him).

Shoto

-The way you and Shoto became acquainted was a little unorthodox. You fell on him during a training session one day, and the feeling of your soft body pressed against his was a new experience for him, to put it mildly. Shoto stood up from it a changed man. Call it an awakening, if you will.

-You were a little put off by all his staring since that incident, thinking he didn’t like you despite all your profuse apologies. But after Izuku dropped hints that it was probably fascination rather than contempt, your relationship progressed smoothly from there (thanks mostly to your efforts, since Shoto had no clue how to approach you).

-Shoto still had a staring problem once y’all became official, too. Whenever you asked him what he was looking at, he was not ashamed to tell you exactly why: you are too fine not to stare (ok, maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that)

-Not overly affectionate in public, but has a tendency to always stand or sit close to you whenever he can. Just sharing the same space is intimate to him.

-Sharing a bowl of soba noodles 💕

-Buys you expensive gifts all the time, and loves to see you using them. Especially if it’s clothes, it’s like a piece of him is always with you even when you’re not together (plus, it shows you’re all his ;) ).

-Now, I’m gonna tell y’all a little secret. It’s pretty shocking, so be warned: Shoto sometimes pretends to be oblivious when you hint at wanting affection, just to make you beg for it. Maybe you brush your hand against his, and he moves it. Or maybe he saw you lean for a kiss and he casually turns the other way just to hear you complain. He likes it, makes him feel wanted.

-Devious, I know, but just get even 😏

-When y’all are alone, he loves when you hold him close and just sit there, peacefully enjoying each other’s presence. He also likes to lay on your lap while reading a book or watching tv with you, slowly nodding off as you comb your fingers through his hair.

-Obsessed with you, but not in an unhealthy way, it’s just that you’ve become such a big part of his life that he kinda...thinks about you all the time. Shoto is canonically not very talkative, but I think that with you, he’d open up more about his true thoughts and feelings. So when he shoots you that blank stare when his classmates are up to some bull, you know exactly what it means.

-Also revels in knowing you that well, too. He’d flex how much he knows about you to the other people and sometimes unintentionally embarrasses you in the process

-For example: “Here Y/n, a cherry popsicle just for you!” Shoto immediately hands you some napkins before adding “Y/n doesn’t usually eat cherry popsicles, they always drop the red juice on their clothes.” Like gee, good looking out Shoto...thanks for telling the whole class I can’t eat without messing up my clothes 💀. He’s sweet tho, he has good intentions.

Toga

-She made it very clear from the beginning that she liked you, and with how smitten she was, who were you to refuse her (aggressive) advances?

- She thought your plump figure was just so cute, one of the cutest things she’d ever seen, and she quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with squeezing your chub.

-When you two are together, Toga is always attached to you in some way, whether she’s hanging off your arm or has her arms looped around your shoulders.

-Starts to eat the same foods you eat, borrow your clothes all the time, listen to your favorite artists, whatever way she could become closer to you

-Writes you love letters or sends you cute text messages all the time, you’re always on her mind, even when she’s on missions. “My Y/n is wayy cuter than you! Let’s get this over quick so I go back to them, ok? 🥰 🔪🔪”

-I know y’all were waiting for this...she most definitely uses her quirk on you. Toga loves you so much, she wants to become you. So one day, you finally allow her to give it a try.

-She tells you to close your eyes, and when she gives you permission to open them, you find yourself staring...yourself in the face. And you do not like it 🤢. There’s something so strange about seeing yourself in 3rd person, in all dimensions. Is this how you look to her, all the time? You quickly lose interest in this little charade, looking everywhere but at yourself as Toga prances around doing sexy poses in your body and giggling. However, when she sees your reaction, she stops.

- “Hm? What’s wrong, Y/n?” she asks with a tilt of (your) her head. You glance at yourself, then look away again. “This is so weird. I don’t like looking at myself” you say, grimacing at the slight bounce and jiggle of your body when she walks toward you.

-In Toga’s eyes, you were absolutely adorable. In fact, she was getting a little hot and bothered just taking peeks at herself (you) in the mirror. She’s used to feeling you up for sure, but being you was a whole other experience. Though, she can understand your insecurity. After all, it’s hard to live in a world that constantly tells you your true self is abnormal. She knows from experience.

-So, she comes up to you with a flirty grin on her face...and starts showering you with kisses, in your body! You start to protest, weirded out by the feeling of your own lips on your cheeks but she would not relent. Toga was determined to show you what being loved (by you) felt like from her perspective, with your irresistible “imperfections” and all 💕

Thanks for tuning in! :)

[meowniee]

Lee Taeyong - One Shot

Pairing: Female Reader (photographer) x Lee Taeyong (idol)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,2k

Warnings: oral (f/m) | fingering (f) | penetration | protected sex | squirt | manhandling | finger sucking

Synopsis: Who would have thought that doing a photo shoot with NCT would lead you to stay after your working hours in a room alone with Taeyong...

You were already asleep when you got a call from your boss. One of the photographers who would be working tomorrow had gotten sick and he needed you to go to work in her place. You had been hired a few months ago, but you hadn't worked on any major projects yet, even though your experience in the field is impeccable. He asked you to arrive early tomorrow at the film set and your colleague would explain all the work. You were so excited, it would be your first opportunity to show your talent, whatever job it was.

You could barely sleep and ended up waking up earlier than you needed to. You chose a comfortable outfit, pants and shirt, ate your favorite breakfast, did some very basic makeup, highlighting your cute lips, and went out to the photo set. The day was beautiful with a very blue sky and a shining sun. It was almost 10 am when you arrived at the luxurious hotel where the photos would be. At the entrance, your colleague was waiting for you with an iced coffee in each hand. You greeted each other quickly, thanking her for the coffee, and headed into the hotel, picking up your credentials at the lobby. On the way to the main hall, she explained to you that they would have a big crew today because they were going to photograph a famous K-pop group, NCT127. Each photographer would be responsible for one of them during the individual photos, and the photos would be taken in a hotel room according to the aesthetic that each one wanted. She told you that you would be responsible for Taeyong, the leader of the group. You were shocked. You were just replacing the sick photographer and were you responsible for none other than the GROUP LEADER? “Don't worry, he's an experienced idol. He'll help you with whatever you need. He's also a sweetheart, rest assured”, she said, patting your arm. You sighed in relief. You need to do your best today to take your best pictures. You knew Taeyong and how perfect he was in the photos. His features were sharp and his gaze was deep, the best set for a good model.

It didn't take long for all the photographers and directors to arrive, preparing their cameras, lights and scenery, reviewing the positions and space around them. The beats of their music echoed faintly through the hall. You heard rumbles coming from the entrance to the hall and turned to see what was going on. The boys had arrived along with their security guards and managers. They were mostly in sweats and comfortable clothes, clearly without the luxurious outfits prepared for the photos. Some messy hair, sleepy eyes and yawns accompanied their expression, but that didn't stop you from noticing how beautiful they were. Extremely beautiful. They were talking to each other, sipping their coffee, laughing and settling down next to the staff members. The blonde one, Taeyong, stood in front of them, ceasing their conversation. They greeted all of the staff, bowing and smiling. The director took the lead and made the general introductions. "We will have a team responsible for each member to optimize the work today. Please direct each member to their workstation to begin preparations". He called one name at a time, redirecting the boys to their teams. The makeup artists and hairdressers started to work, preparing their looks according to the references they had received. You stood a little away from him, a little embarrassed, holding your camera. You didn't want to take pictures of him without makeup, respecting his personal space, so you waited until the stylists had finished. He was perfect now, with his hair straight and his makeup done. Soft pink lips emphasized the shape. He was fiddling with his cell phone, waiting for the moment to go change. You approached slowly. “Hi Mr. Lee… I’m Y/n. I am your photographer today”, you introduced yourself, bending a little and unable to look at him. “Hey! Nice to meet you.”. You raised your eyes a little to see him. He was smiling and waving his hand. “I didn't know you. Are you new here?”, he asked. “Yes… Hm… I'm replacing a colleague who couldn't come”, you answered, squeezing your camera in your hands. “If you have any questions or need help, just ask me, okay?”, he smiled and got up to go dress up. You breathed a sigh of relief. You were very nervous and hadn't even realized you weren't breathing properly. He seemed very kind and that made you more relieved.

The group photos were quick. The boys were very professional, they knew exactly what to do, where to look and how to position their bodies. They were very comfortable with the production, playing games with each other but not disturbing each other's work. Everyone's attention was focused on them, always going to fix some hair that was out of place, or some slightly smudged makeup. Words of encouragement from the photographers only made them more excited. You were always watching Taeyong. You needed to learn how he looked at the camera, what angles he preferred and how he liked to pose for pictures. He was the one who looked most comfortable among them all. He wore burgundy pants and a shiny leather jacket, no shirt. Sometimes your eyes locked, making your whole body heat up, and eventually you would shyly look away.

Everyone had lunch at the hotel restaurant and then went to the individual sets. All lights and equipment were mounted. The rooms weren't very big, but the staff was downsized now so you wouldn't have a problem with that. The room had a bed by the window, a sofa across the room, and a rug with wave patterns. The pale colors contrasted with Taeyong's clothes.

Individual photos took longer. Taeyong always stopped to look at the result in the notebook, giving suggestions for light, for angles, praising your photos. You were getting more and more comfortable with him, laughing at the jokes and daring to get closer. “It's almost 7 PM, we should start wrapping up”, you said. He looked at you. “I really want to try some other poses and angles. Y/n, can you stay up a little later?” he asked and you nodded quickly. It was your most important job so far and you would make the most of it. “We won't need the production. You all can go. These photos will be for my personal project. Thank you so much for your hard work today”. He said, turning to the rest of the staff. They thanked and bowed, starting to pack their things and leave the room. You were very happy that he asked you to take more photos for his personal project. So he liked your work, right? You were enjoying working with him too. The conversation and exchange of ideas flowed easily. You quickly understood what he wanted and could reproduce it with your clicks. You had good chemistry together. “I'm going to go down and get my stuff from downstairs and from there we can start, ok?”, you said, opening the door and heading for the elevator. You were very excited... and a little nervous about being alone in a room with him. Quickly grabbing your extra lights and lenses, you went back to the hotel room, thinking of all the angles that could be made there. You knocked on the door before entering. Taeyong had his notebook open, sitting on the couch. The room was cozier now that all the lights were out and there wasn't a lot of equipment in the corners. “I ordered drinks and some snacks for us. We can relax a little while I explain to you what I thought for these photos.”, he said as you put your things down by the couch, sitting on the bed in front of him. “Oh thank you! So… Tell me a little about your project, please”, you asked him. His eyes were shining as he told you about his new album that he produced himself. He was thinking about taking photos to promote digitally. A sexier concept as his songs were very intimate. You really liked everything. He had a very artistic mind and he spoke in a very emotional way.

The snacks arrived and you thanked them, you were starving. At some point you sat next to him on the couch while he showed you pictures he liked, so you could follow the concept. You both finished eating and you got up, “How do you want to start? Maybe on the couch?”, he nodded, crossing his legs and leaning on the sofa, his tiger look appearing again. His duality was incredible. Super cute and adorable off camera, but extremely irresistible on them. His poses were great and you always praised him between them, cheering him on. He lay on his back on the couch, letting his arm fall over the edge, looking directly at you through the camera lens. This was the best photo of the night, for sure. He sat, legs closed, back laying on the couch. If you were your camera right now, you would be melted by his gaze. “Can you take one up close?”, he asked. You positioned yourself very close to his legs, leaning forward to get as close as possible, trying to balance. “You can put your legs around mine. That’s okay”. You did as he said, timidly opening your legs and getting closer to him, his legs between yours. He lay a little more on the couch, flirting with the lenses. Or with you? You didn't know anymore at that point. You tried to get a little closer, but you lost your balance, falling forward. He quickly put his hands around your waist, holding you, making you sit in his lap. “Are you ok?”, he asked. You were so embarrassed, your cheeks were burning. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Thank you”, you whispered. You didn't try to get up and he didn't move either. His hands still gripping your waist, holding you in place. “Maybe a photo this close will be good”, he murmured, lightly squeezing his hands on you. You quickly raised the camera. You thanked you for not having to look him in the eye, but being able to see him through the lens was a really amazing view. You clicked several times, trying to capture the most of the moment. You tightened your thighs around him, getting closer. His hands gently moved down your legs as his gaze traveled over your entire body. He bit his lower lip when you whispered a compliment, letting his head fall back, panting softly. He was enjoying the whole moment, just like you. You took his chin between your fingers and pushed it up, making him face the camera. Your thumb lightly scraping the bitten lip as he opened it slightly. Lowering the camera, you glared into his eyes, pushing your finger slowly between his lips, testing the waters. You let a low moan escape as he ran his tongue over your finger, circling slowly and then closing his lips around it.

Taeyong was so sexy already totally drunk with pleasure underneath you, with labored breathing and huge pupils dilated by arousal. You could almost feel him melt under your touch, giving himself completely. Was this really happening? Or did you hit your head in the elevator and this is all just your mind's creation? The questioning passed quickly when you felt a sharp bite on your finger, pulling you back to reality. Yes, he was there, deliciously sucking your finger like it was the tastiest candy he'd ever had. Putting the camera to one side entirely, you looked deep into his eyes, lifting your head with a defiant look as your fingers tightened inside his mouth, forcing him to open it. He took a deep breath before suddenly grabbing you around the waist and pulling you close to his chest, causing you to lose your balance and fall onto his chest completely, bracing both your hands on the couch behind him. You felt him pushing his hips up against yours just before your lips met. His lips were colder than yours, giving you goosebumps. Quickly devouring each other, the kiss became extremely hot as your tongues twisted against each other, tasting the sweet needy taste. You slipped your hand from his chest, past his neck, into his blonde hair, tangling your fingers in, pressing your mouths even closer, deepening the kiss. A purr resonated through his chest, leaving you extremely excited. He was so responsive to your actions, melting at any gesture, especially when you showed dominance over him.

You let your head fall back, leaving your neck free, guiding Taeyong to kiss you there. Despite the strength of your hand in his hair, he took his time kissing your jaw until he reached the base of your neck, biting and licking near your collarbone. His hands moved up from your hips, working their way under your shirt, reaching the base of your breasts. His hands weren't big, but they hugged your ribs as best they could. Running his hands down your back until he reached your shoulders, he pressed you down, against your prominent volume growing inside his pants, kissing the valley between your breasts through your shirt. You can do nothing but sigh. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, letting Taeyong sink between your breasts, kissing them through the lace of your bra as his deft hands opened it from behind. He pulled back for a moment as he slipped the straps over your shoulder, letting the bra fall between you, quickly tossing it to the side. Admiring your bare breasts, he cupped them both in his hands, massaging them gently, playing with your nipples between his fingers, lightly squeezing, earning a moan from you. Looking deep into your eyes, he brought his pink lips near to your nipple, pressing the tip of his tongue around it before capturing it with his mouth. The other one was being pinched and twirled between his fingers. You could feel your arousal making you wet, pooling in the fabric of your panties. You pressed your hips against his, trying to feel him hard against your clothed core.

You were startled when he quickly flipped you over with your back to the couch, sitting you down and pulling your hips closer to the edge. He found the waistband of your pants and pulled it with his fingers along with your panties, leaving you totally naked. His eyes ran all over your body, burning through every part they passed. Spreading your legs, he positioned in the middle as he sought your lips for another hot kiss. He was still fully dressed and it made you a little embarrassed to be undressed. You took advantage of the fact that he was close and started to open the buttons on his leather coat as he sucked your tongue and left bites on your lips. He helped you finish taking off his coat, throwing it somewhere in the room. He took a moment for you to look at him between your legs, standing up, and appreciate his gorgeous torso, now exposed since he wasn't wearing any shirt. He knelt gracefully between your legs, still looking into your eyes, and placed his hands on the inner part of your thigh, forcing you to spread your legs even further so that he could fit his broad shoulders between them. He brought his lips too close to your wet folds, but he didn't touch, just laid there, breathing hot, making you feel how close he was from your core. You grabbed his hair and forced his head against you, which he gladly accepted, flattening his tongue on your cunt. It didn't take long before he was devouring you hungrily, licking up all of your liquid, sucking on your clit and twisting his tongue around it. It felt great and you moaned his name under your breath, trying not to yell at all the neighbors to hear. You felt your orgasm approaching and began to roll your hips, rubbing yourself against his tongue. You couldn't help when your back arched and the wave of heat spilled over your whole body. He didn't stop sucking on your clit, prolonging the sensation of pleasure as your body writhed with each movement. When the sensation started to get painful from overstimulation, he slipped two fingers inside your wet interior, starting to move them curved, reaching the most sensitive point. You were about to ask him to stop when you felt another orgasm coming. His fingers worked fast in and out of your pussy, rubbing your g-spot with precision, while his mouth kissed your super sensitive clit. You felt an incredible pressure taking hold of your uterus, as if your bladder were suddenly too full. You tried to close your legs, but he held you tight, looking you in the eyes, daring you to stay there. You were hit by a high-speed train when your second orgasm came too quickly compared to the previous one. “Fuck…”, you yelled as you heard the louder and wet noises spreading through the room as Taeyong guided you through your moment of ecstasy. When you managed to open your eyes, he was looking at you with a proud smile on his lips. “God…that was really hot…”, he said, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking each one until there was no juices left. You looked at your legs and saw that they were much wetter than usual. It's been a long time since you last had a squirt. And you were sure this wasn't the first time he's done this with a woman.

You saw his other hand rubbing the volume down his pants. He made you feel so good and now you wanted to return the favor. “Get up”, you asked, signaling with your finger. He immediately got up. Small dark stains covered the front of his burgundy pants, hit by your juices. Both of his hands were clasped behind his back, puffing out his chest and taking a deep breath, waiting for you. You reached for the button on his pants, undoing it slowly as you teased him with your gaze. You slid the zipper down at a slow pace, anticipating your touch on his cock. He was wearing black boxers, which fit perfectly against his body, showing the design of his hard member constrained by the fabric. You dropped his pants on his feet. Taking a firm grip on his ass and squeezing, you brought your lips close to his still-covered volume, sliding your lips over his length. You earned a sigh of appreciation. He didn't tease you, so you wouldn't tease him either. You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down, freeing his hard cock. He was wet with pre-cum, glistening in the bedroom light, inviting your mouth to suck it. You took it in your hand, being careful not to put too much pressure, and brought the tip to your lips, giving light kisses around it as you looked at him. His eyes sparkling with anticipation when you stuck your tongue out, gently circling, collecting the pre-cum to taste it. He was so sweet you almost couldn't believe it. You put his whole head in your mouth and increased the pressure on your hand, making him moan louder than before. Sliding down to the end of its length and back, feeling it hit the back of your throat, you started to suck it, your other hand mimicking your movements, but to the opposite side. When your head twisted to the right as you swallowed his length, your hand met twisting to the left. He was moaning hard from pleasure, making you feel proud of your perfect blowjob. You were determined to make him come in your mouth, so you took his balls with your free hand, gently massaging them back and forth as you deepthroated his entire length. You were about to go back when you felt his hand pressing your head further, keeping his cock in your hot throat. You couldn't fight the gag reflex, but he pulled back your head, freeing your throat so you could breathe.

Your lips were all wet with saliva, as was his dick. He pulled your head, making you look at him. "Please… I don't want to come yet…", he begged between sighs. You stood up, hugging his defined waist, quickly spinning him around, causing him to lose his balance and land on the couch. You sat on his lap, positioning your needy pussy on top of his hard cock. Resting your hands on his chest, you started grinding his entire length with your wet folds. He took hold of your hips and helped guide the movement, rolling his eyes back at the wonderful feeling it was like to have you slide past him. “Do you have a condom?”, you asked. He was a little bewildered with pleasure and looked a little startled by the question. “Y-yes…”, he replied, quickly reaching into his wallet and pulling one out. You barely waited for him to finish putting on as you positioned yourself with your entrance to the head of his cock, taking advantage that he was holding it up.

You slid painfully slowly across his length, watching his gaze fixed on where he disappeared inside you. You both moaned low as you reached the end, waiting until your tight walls got used to his size. He cupped both of your breasts, taking one of them in his mouth and kissing it as if it were your lips. You started to roll your hips with his dick deep inside you. “Fuck…”, you both whispered. You couldn't keep it that way for long, so you got up until it almost came out of you, and sank down again. You kept the rhythm steady, enjoying the pleasure inside you. Your brain still didn't seem to process the fact that you were fucking none other than Taeyong. He was really perfect, like he came out of an anime. And he was enjoying being there with you… it made you even more turned out. He started to move his hips too, slamming against you harder, pushing even deeper. You couldn't hold back a shriek of pleasure as it hit so deep you could have sworn you'd feel pain there tomorrow. He kept it deep and strong, the thrusts getting more and more sloppy while the two of you were a moaning mess. Both bodies tense feeling the orgasm approaching, labored breathing filling the room with gasps of air. Grabbing the hair at the back of his head and forcing him away from your sensitive nipple, you captured his lips with yours, still tasting your own juice on his tongue. You could feel your walls tightening and his cock throbbing. You stopped bouncing on him, just focusing on kissing his mouth, but he held your hips in the air, giving him room to move under you, pushing his cock deeper and faster with harder and harder. You dropped your head at the base of his neck, moaning not so low his name as he nibbled and sucked on your neck, increasing your pleasure even further. “Fuck, Taeyong… I’m so close… Please, don’t stop”, you begged this time, holding tight his body against yours. Your words made him fuck you even faster, moaning in a low tone countless curses in your ear. Your orgasm erupted as he licked and bit your earlobe, giving you shivers all over your body, followed by the tingling sensation. Your walls squeezed his cock hard inside you, sucking him in with your pussy. He couldn’t hold it any longer and he's bursted all of his cum into the condom, deep inside you. He didn't stop moving in and out until you were both almost starting to feel pain from overstimulation.

You lay there cuddled together as your bodies rested, restoring your breathing rhythm and heartbeat. This all still didn't feel real. You just had the best sex of your life with… him. You were awakened from your thoughts by his voice in your ear. “Can we take a shower together?”, he asked, his voice so soft he didn't sound like the same person from a few minutes ago. “Only if you wash my hair for me…”, you joked. “Okay, I can do that”, he smiled. He helped you to your feet and went to the bathroom and started getting ready for the shower. “I'll order us something to eat if you don't mind. I'm hungry and I believe you are too”. You nodded as you wrapped yourself in the robe that was in the bedroom. He was being so adorable and caring. In fact, you wouldn't expect him to just send you away after having melted under your touch so easily. He was a gentleman and he was making you feel special right now.

The shower was fun and he let you do various hairstyles with the shampoo bubbles in his hair. Also the timing was perfect. As soon as you guys got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in your hotel robes, the food he ordered arrived in your room. Both of you ate while he told stories about behind the scenes in the clips and funny situations with other members of the group. He was so easy to talk to and give you pleasure that you could easily fall in love...

[luimagines]

Cheesy Pick-Up Lines

Masterlist

Can’t get more self explanatory than this folks.

For Wind’s scenario, the reader is the same age.

Very cheesy lines up ahead. Viewer discretion is advised.

Time

“Do you believe in love at first sight- or I need to walk by again?” You raise an eyebrow at Time with a smirk and a cocky pose with a hand on your hip.

He looks down at you and fails to stop his own smirk in time.

However Time does not answer you.

You bite you tongue, a little frustrated at the lack of reaction and try with a different one. “You know if sexy was a crime, you’d be found guilty as charged.”

You wink this time for good measure.

Time snorts and shakes his head. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“...Trying to get you to blush.” You admit with a shy grin and a shrug.

“You’re going to have to do more than that.” His smirk grows.

“You could be a little cooperative.” You mutter and pout.

“Your lines need a little more work.” He begins to make his way toward you. “But there’s a golden rule to this that you should learn if you want a place to start.”

“Hey! What do you-” You stop short and gulp slightly as Time gets into your personal space. “...know...?”

Time takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger and tilts your head up. It’s a gentle touch that catches you off guard and makes you feel smaller than you usually do when you’re next to him. He stares right into your eyes and your forced to do the same.

“Here’s the thing.” He begins and you swear his voice drops an octave. “I don’t consider myself a religious man... But when I first laid my eyes on you I knew that you were the answers to my prayers.”

Time lets you go and begins to walk away as if that never happened. “Delivery is key.”

You look after him, heart pounding, a little breathless and feeling the heat of his breath on your face still. Or maybe the heat is your blush.

Oh it’s on now.

Twilight

“Excuse me, Sir Twilight.” You wave to your friend and smile easily when he gives you his attention. “I am in need of a map.”

“Why are you talking like that?”

“I-... Come on man, you don’t have to rain on my parade.” You pout slightly and refuse to give in when he chuckles at your theatrics.

“Oh, my apologies. What do you need a map for?” He smiles and places his hands on his hips.

“It appears I’ve gotten lost.” You hold your head up high and step closer to him.

“How? I’m right here. How are you lost?”

“I’ve gotten lost in your eyes.” You wink and faint on him slightly. “They’re just like the ocean! I’d gladly swim in them all day!”

Twilight pushes you off gently and flicks your forehead.

“Ow.”

“You’ll live. You’ve got thick skin.” He grins. “It’s not as thick as my shirt however. It’s made out of something not found just anywhere.”

“Oh yeah?” You rub the spot gently. “What’s it made of then country boy? Goat hair?”

“Oh you know... It’s boyfriend material.” He says with a shrug and spins around to walk away. 

“Oh haha...” You smirk and walk a little faster to catch up to him. “Of course it is. Before you go, do you mind holding this for me?”

You stick your clenched hand out next to Twilight and he holds his own hand out without any thought to it. “Sure what is it?”

You don’t answer and instead place your hand down in his, unfurl your fingers and lace them with his. “Thanks, it was getting heavy.”

He snorts but continues to hold it for the rest of the walk.

Wild

“Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you I smile!” You jump on Wild’s back and hug him from behind, a laugh on your breath and a grin on your face.

Wild laughs as well and grabs your arms, spinning around for a moment before letting you fall. “That was cheesy.”

“It was supposed to be.” You wink.

“Do you even have a camera?” Wild rolls his eyes.

“That has nothing to do with what I said.” You pout slightly and put your hands on your hips. “But I know you do. You’re really good at using it to.”

“Not that good.”

“Wild you have natural talent, a gift if you will, at taking photos.” You nudge him with your arm and mockingly bow. 

“I’m wouldn’t consider myself a photographer.”

“But incredibly good at taking them in the moment.”

“I suppose so.” Wild shrugs and tosses a cocky smile in your direction. ”I mean, I can definitely picture us together.”

You bite you lip in an attempt to hide your growing grin. “Do you have any raisins?”

“Nope.”

“How about dates?”

“None of those either.”

“Want to go on one with me?”

Wild pauses mid-step and blinks for a moment before turning to you. “Oh, you’re good.”

Sky

“What is it that you do for fun back in your home world?” Sky asks as your both walking through the forest for the day. 

Grin and tilt your head in his direction. “I’m studying to become a historian. I’m especially interested in finding a date.” You send him a wink. 

He scoffs but smiles good naturedly. “Of course. Naturally.”

“You?”

“I like the ride my loftwing through the sky and see the view. I wish I could show you guys but...”

“Maybe when we get there.” You nudge his shoulder and point up to the clouds above you. “Hopefully the skies look better there than here.”

“It’s absolutely is.” He looks up as well and you look over to him.

You lean in a little and snap, a large smile on your face. “I think I figured it out!”

“What?”

“No wonder the sky is grey- all the color is in your eyes.”

Sky bites his lip and puts his hand to his face to hide his growing smile and blush as he laughs. “Stop.”

“Did the sun just come out or did you smile at me?”

“Oh my god!”

Hyrule

“Hyrule, I have a question that I think only you can answer.” You say and wrap your arm around his shoulders.

This takes him by surprise and he’s quick to offer his assistance. “What is it?”

“You’re pretty good with magic right?”

“I know a few spells, sure, but if it’s about magic as a whole? You might better off with Legend.” Hyrule shrugs and offers an apologetic smile.

“But my question is about your magic.” You stress and poke his chest. “You see, before I get to where I’m going, let me ask you this. Are you a magician?”

“...I’d consider myself more a mage?” He tilts his head.

“Ok, prefect, explain this to me then, if you’d be so kind.” You can’t help but grin wildly. “Why is it then, that I’m looking at you, you make everyone else disappear?”

“I...I don’t know.’ Hyrule blushes all the way down to his neck and scratches it bashfully. He takes a minute to compose himself before grinning and tossing you a shy side eye. “You’re too sweet, you know that?”

“Believe me, you’re the sweet one. You’re giving me a toothache over here!”

Hyrule shoves you away then and clamps his hands over his face but from what he doesn’t cover, you can see the wide grin from behind his hands.

Mission accomplished.

Legend

“You take that back Fancy Pants!” Legend shouted. “Or I’ll toss right into the heart of Death Mountain!”

“You couldn’t.” Warrior rolled his eyes. “Not without your oh- so- powerful bracelets and rings and hoard of items.”

“If I could change the alphabet, I’d put F and U together!”

Warrior snorted and walked away. “Just admit that you lost and leave it at that. There’s no need to embarrass yourself further.”

“You-!” 

You sighed and walked up to where Legend was left fuming. “Great come back.”

“Shut up!”

“I wouldn’t take what he says to heart.” You shrug and smile at him. “I think he just gets a kick out of your reactions.”

“That brainless, boorish-”

“You want to know something?” You cut him off before he could go on a cursing spree for the next hour.

“Sure.” He spits. “Hit me with it. What do I care.” 

“If I could change of the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” You grin widely and wait for his reaction.

But you don’t get one.

Instead he stares at you unamused with his arms crossed and face flat. “Ok, I think I get what he means now.”

“What?” You raise and eyebrow and scoff. “Is that not good enough for you? Ok. How about this one then? You have so many items. Any chance that you have an extra heart? Mine’s been stolen!”

You complete the sentence with throwing yourself onto his side, hand on your forehead and looking up at him with the most blissful expression you can manage.

He snorts a little, forgetting his previous sour attitude and shoves you off.

“That’s low hanging fruit.” 

“Geeze tough crowd.” You brush yourself off and grin at him. “Despite that, I have to say, even though we’re not socks, I think we’d make a great pair!”

“You’re impossible.” He smiles a little easier and begins to walk away.

Well, he might have missed your point but at least he was feeling better.

Four

You sigh and run your hand through your hair. It’s wet and sticking to your face as you get out of the lake.

Four is there on the other side and you find yourself grinning.

Despite the way everything seems to be sticking to you, you jog to where he is and stop in front of him. “Here I am! What are your other two wishes?”

He snorts and glances in your direction. He stills suddenly and no so subtlety looks you up and down.

“Like what you see?”

“It’s a good thing I brought my library card.” He says in response.

“You have your what now?”

“Because I am totally checking you out.”

You blink and laugh. Because yes, you are soaking wet and all your clothes are sticking to your figure. 

“Huh.” You roll your eyes and sit next to him in the sun to dry off faster. “This spot open?”

“Go right on ahead.”

“I think I have something wrong with my eyes.” You grin.

“Wait, really?” He spin in his spot to look into them as if that’ll make or break the problem. “What’s the problem?”

“I just can’t seem to take them off of you.” 

Four goes red immediately and shoves you away with one hand on his face and other on yours. “Ok, you win.”

Warrior

“So aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” You slide up to where Warrior was sitting and lean on his shoulder, waiting for his reaction to your line.

He turns his head to look at you and you show him your cheesiest smile and he rolls his eyes.

“Wow...I’ve never heard that one before.” He snorts, letting it slide.

It clicks then that, that could have gone really bad considering it’s Warrior and he’s probably dealt with all kinds of harassments. But you count your lucky stars that he appears to be humoring you and isn’t offended at least.

“Alright, tough guy, what’s your best one?” You challenge and sit next to him.

“Really?”

“Yes. Prove me wrong. Go on. Do it.”

Warrior looks down at the ground for a second and looks back at you with that trade marked smirk, you associate him with. “Are you sure you can fire one back though? I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Why on earth would I be tired? It’s the middle of the day.”

“You were running through my mind all night. So, you must be tired. ” He says casually and looks away.

The blush is instantaneous on your face and you have to cough and look away from his stupid-charming face. That one... has a lot of implications..... depending on the audience..

A moment of silence passes and he laughs a little quietly under his breath. “That’s it? That’s all it took?”

“No.” You squeak and look at him head on.

Your blush still hasn’t gone away.

“I just...”

Warrior continues smirking. He’s enjoying this. “Cat got your tongue?”

You huff and look at the supplies in front of you. “It’s hardly my fault.”

“Sure it is.”

“You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pick up line.”

Warrior stills and coughs in a similar manner that you did only seconds ago.

Now you’re both blushing messes.

Wind

“Hey Wind!” You call and run up to his side. “I just figured something out!”

“What is it?” Wind stops mid step and waits for you to reach his side.

You’re a little out of breath from running the distance but you grin wildly at him. “If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.”

He snorts and shoves you away slightly, continuing to walk along the trail behind the others. You can hear some of the older ones chuckles but you’re determined.

“I think out of everyone, you’re the cute one here, actually.” Wind smiles in your direction and it throws you off of your rhythm for a moment.

Enough so that you actually trip and fall on the trail, pain shooting from your knee.

“Woah, hey, are you ok?” Wind jogs back to you and helps you up.

You hiss and look at the damage. As far as scrapes go, it’s not that bad, but you are bleeding a little.

“Do you have a bandage?” You blink up at Wind. “I just scraped my knee falling for you.”

He blinked a bit, stunned and confused before a lightbulb seems to go in his head and he blushes brightly. He chuckles and places a hand be the back of his neck. Wind then gets down to his knees next to you and brushes the dirt from your knee. He’s very cute when he’s bashful, you think.

“Let me see what I have in my pack.” He says with a bright grin.

It’s not like the others are watching this all go down or anything.... 

They don’t say anything though, less they ruin the tenderness of budding crushes.

[kaijurakunsobs]

ok so, i don't really know how this works but i'll try

can i request something where the reader is an artist and sketches and paints a lot and Heisenberg finds their sketchbook and finds a ton of drawings and he finds one of him, he's just working in the factory or summ and how he would react

im sorry if there's any confusion im still sorta new to this lol, thanks💗💗💗

>:000 I love this!

this gonna be what I call a marshmallow fic, small but packed with sweetness

There are days when he can see you sitting outside, a sketchbook in your hand and eyes fixated on something only you can see, quickly breathing life into whatever you are drawing. The concentration in your expression and your carbon-covered fingers look beautiful, it makes him think of how you have commented on the way his brows furrow in deep thought when working on a new design, his grease-covered hands, the passion you both share for your craft is something he loves.

Slowly but surely his living area begins to get adorned with paintings done by you, bringing color to the barren walls, it makes him smile and wish he could hang some of your in other areas of the factory, but he knows the heat and mess that the place won't mix well with such beautiful creations.

He wishes you two could escape sooner, that way he will be able to see the places that he has seen in your sketchbook, you look excited when telling him of each picture, happily pointing at each one.

Heisenberg has never been one to go through your belongings, but he's one curious man too, and seeing your sketchbook on the kitchen table without you around? it's too much of a great opportunity. Karl as seen you press the book to your chest and mutter about the piece not being finished yet.

He shouldn't do it...but he's just intrigued.

Looking around, he picks up the sketchbook and starts flipping through it.

He sees the castle and meticulous depictions of the architecture, the detail is subtle but amazing, there's a handful of pieces that show Dimitrescu and her daughters making an array of expressions, even with your artistic touch Alcina is unbearable to look at.

He sees Donna in other pages, small notes scribbled on the corner of the pages, reminders to make her face a bit less symmetric, one page is just Angie dancing and wearing different outfits. In the Beneviento house, it seems you had an special interest in the kitchen area, where dried herbs are hanging from a string and the simple fireplace, he shudders when he notices all the dolls in some of the pictures.

Then there are many scenes depicting the factory or the zones where you are allowed to be in, you have one of the Duke laughing, the rings on his fingers and finally...one where Heisenberg is speaking with the merchant, his back is turned but is easy to tell it's him. Now, he wasn't expecting that.

The more he looks through the pages, the more sketches and complete pieces he finds of him. Heisenberg working on a blueprint, drinking coffee, tying up his hair, fanning himself with his hand, there are so many poses and situations, that he questions himself how lost he was that you were able to sketch him. His favorite is one where he's standing at the edge of his property, a handful of lycans can be seen roaming in the forest, it's beautiful.

He's quick to close the sketchbook, flustered and a bit flattered by how much attention you have placed on capturing his personality through your art. For a second he re-opens the book and sees himself lighting up a cigar.

Is this how you see him?

When he sees himself in the mirror he can't stand looking for far too long, disgusted with his scars and the reminder of his true nature. But you make him look handsome, soft, and even human...

Later when you come back, face covered in small streaks of paint and looking pleased, you start talking about how Moreau was happy that you have chosen him as your next model, happily showing him the beginnings of a portrait for Sal.

But he's not listening, his hands bring you close to him and kisses you tenderly, even when the kiss is broken he rests his forehead against yours.

"Thank you" comes out as a whisper but you can hear every bit of emotion behind it.

"What? what for?"

He considers telling you that he saw your sketchbook but decides against it, shrugging and keeping you close, if he could tell you, he would thank you for seeing HIM and not Lord Heisenberg.

[mizunetzu]

YOURE DOPE ASS SHIT HOMIE <3333 can i get uuHHHhh mutha fuckin tanaka x femboy reader ?

HAHAHA SAY LESS I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET A TANAKA REQUEST IM-

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Tanaka x reader - one date wonder

⚠️ warnings - reader is referred to as a girl unintentionally, by Nishinoya in the beginning. Don’t worry, I assure you this is a Male Fic. Ta-ho.

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

If there was one thing Tanaka hated, it was pretty boys.

They were so over hyped. Just because they have a handsome face, all of a sudden they’re the talk of the town. Especially if they had a skirt on and whatnot. What happened to personality?

“Oi oi Ryu!”

Tanaka didn’t notice Nishinoya shoving a phone towards his face. He continued skimming through the Miyagi volleyball weekly magazine. “If I see one more article about that prick Oikawa I’m gonna-“

“Ryu!” Nishinoya practically slapped Tanaka’s head with his phone. Tanaka yelped.

“Hell was that for?!”

Nishinoya wordlessly held up his phone uncomfortably close to Tanaka’s face.

A girl with (h/l), boyish hair and a pretty pink skirt stood tall on Nishinoya’s small phone screen. The girl had cute (h/c) hair, framing her face as she posed with her hand flexed into a peace sign.

She was totally his type.

“Apparently she goes to our school.” Noya giddily scrolled through the girls feed, careful not to accidentally like anything as to not be caught stalking her page. Tanaka exhaled.

“Dude...if I ever see her I think I’m boutta simp.”

“Riiiight?” Nishinoya held down his phone screen to let Tanaka in on the girls social media page.

———

Walking into class the next day, he ran into a horde of girls surrounding someone in the middle of the room. There seemed to be someone in the center, awkwardly chuckling and trying to say something, but it was drowned out but the vociferous squeals or questions thrown at them. Tanaka couldn’t quite make out the person’s face.

Stalking closer, trying to subtly peek from over the heads of the girls, the person’s eyes slowly panned over to him. They locked eyes. Something seemed oddly familiar about that person. He couldn’t quite place it, though.

The person’s eyes lit up and they wadded their way out of the horde and made their way to him. Upon closer inspection, the person was handsome, and wearing the boy’s gakuran. It made sense, he was being crowded around a bunch of girls gawking at his pretty face. He immediately puffed out his chest and scowled.

“Oi oi! Got a problem, pretty boy?”

“P-pre...” The person, who he now knew was a boy, flushed and shook his head. “A-anyways! Tanaka-kun, can...”

“C-Can you meet me in the school courtyard after class!”

The boy bowed suddenly, making Tanaka falter and step back. He awkwardly coughed. “Uh-sorry man, do I know you?”

Of course he knew him. He was that one popular second year in class 2-4 that every girl was throwing their panties at. He found it weird that he wanted to talk to him out of everyone.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m-im in class 4 but I...don’t think we‘ve ever spoken before...”

“Then why do you wanna meet up later? Do you needa tell me sumthin’? Can’t you just tell me now?”

“No!” (Y/n) puffed out his cheeks. For such a high strung popular pretty boy, he was acting pretty fumbly and flustered. “I can’t say it here-!”

“Uh...ok...see you there...?”

“Thank you!” (Y/n) smiled, walking through the eavesdropping girls and out the door.

Tanaka wondered why he looked so familiar. Oh well, it’s probably nothing.

———

Tanaka picked at his unbuttoned school uniform, standing under a cherry tree in the school courtyard. It took him every single ounce of his body not to just up and leave.

His ears perked up at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him. There stood this boy from before, doubled over and heaving in front of him. Tanaka shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So-what’ja need, dude?” Tanaka tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. (Y/n’s) head snapped up, and he stiffly straightened upright.

“This is for you-!” He averted his gaze as he outstretched a pristine white envelope to Tanaka with both hands, a cute little heart sticker sealing the opening flap shut. Tanaka blinked once. Twice.

Did a girl ask him to give this to him? Wait, why would this pretty boy who probably thought he was some ruffian scum randomly be giving him this love letter? Was he trying to make fun of him? Did he think that he didn’t get love confessions because he wasn’t a popular pretty boy like him?

“Oi, you tryna mock me or something? Tryna make fun of me pretending a girl wanted you to give this to me?” Tanaka puffed out his chest, tilting his chin up. (Y/n) paled.

“No! No! This-“ (Y/n’s) grip on the letter tightened, crumpling the smooth paper ever so slightly at the corners. “This i-is a real letter...f-from me to you, Tanaka-kun...!”

Tanaka blinked again. Huh? Huh?!

“I like you, Tanaka-kun! I know it’s weird because you don’t know me and I’m really popular and ‘wow why is this popular dude talking to me haha and why is he so awkward’ but I really wanted to tell you and-“

(Y/n’s) phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks, and fished his phone out of his black school pants. Tanaka, even though he knew he shouldn’t, peeked over his head a bit, trying to see what was on his phone.

Powering it on, a picture of a girl with boyish hair and pink overall-skirt popped up on screen, holding up a peace sign near her eyes. That girl looked familiar.

Oh! That was the girl that him and Noya were fawning over the other day! Now that he thought about it, the girl and (Y/n) looked very similar. Like, very, very, similar. Same hair, same eyes, same everything...

That’s when something clicked in Tanaka’s head.

(Y/n) clicked out of his Home Screen and shot a quick text to someone on his phone. He pocketed it once more.

“A-anyways, sorry Ta-“

“Are you a crossdresser?!”

“Cr...” (Y/n) sputtered. Tanaka pointed bluntly at (Y/n), eyes widened in disbelief.

“No! No I’m not! I...why can’t I wear feminine clothes without being called a crossdresser...”

(Y/n’s) shoulders slumped over. Stagnant air surrounded them as (Y/n’s) nimble fingers dropped the letter carelessly, letting it flutter towards the ground gracefully.

‘Fuck. Fuuuuck. Me and my big mouth...’

Tanaka awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, man! There’s no harm in um...wearing that-! Shit, uh. How can I make it up to you?”

(Y/n) smirked. He slowly raised his head up. He held out his pointer finger.

“You can make it up to me by going out on a date with me.”

Tanaka deadpanned. Treacherous pretty boy snake. “Wh-“

(Y/n) clasped his hands together. “Please! Just one! And we don’t even have to hold hands or anything! After that it’s done! It’s just-“

“F-fine.”

(Y/n) looked up. “Really...?”

“I mean, it wasn’t cool of me to call you a crossdresser, so if it’s just one...”

“All right!”

———

The date went by like a dream. Even if Tanaka didn’t harbor much feelings for (Y/n), he still enjoyed eating free food.

Though, he couldn’t help himself from occasionally staring at (Y/n). Not because he had something on his face of anything,

But because he was wearing a a high-waisted black plaid skirt with a belt secured snuggly on his waist, with a slightly baggy baby pink sweater that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. And to top it all off, a small kitty hair clip pinning some loose strands of hair behind his ear.

He looked exactly like he did on his social media. Tanaka gulped.

Even if he was a guy, he couldn’t help but notice how his skin seemed to glow off the fabric of his sweater, or how his skirt complimented his body perfectly.

“U-uh, (L/n)-san?” Tanaka was trying to be as respectable as he could. (Y/n) stopped eating mid bite and waiting for him to go on.

“Why do you uh, pose as a girl on social media if you don’t want people thinking your a girl..? No offense, I mean? Just wonderin’, y’know.” Tanaka took a huge bite out of his food to occupy his running mouth.

“Oh.” (Y/n) pulled up his phone and booted up his profile on social media. “It says in my bio that I’m a dude. So, it’s kind of the persons fault if they mistook me as a girl, but I don’t mind if they do...! I think I look pretty...”

Tanaka flushed. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t deny it. He was kinda cute when he tried hiding his blushing face behind his chopsticks. But he wouldn’t say it out loud. It’s like he liked him or anything, no. Definitely not!

———

Next day at school, Tanaka felt a strange sort of emptiness in his chest. It felt hollow, like he was coming off a high and dealing with the consequences. And he had no fucking clue why.

“Dude...I feel so depressed...” Tanaka slumped over a box in the club room, sighing dramatically. Nishinoya hummed while scrolling through (Y/n’s) profile, once again.

There was a sour taste in his mouth. Tanaka glared holes into Noya’s side, until Noya finally looked up from his phone.

“Dude, why’re you glaring at me-“

“Help me with my baggage I’m feelin’ depressed and I don’t know why!” Nishinoya sighed, before smiling widely and standing up with his chest out.

“Ok. Doctor Nishinoya here. What seems to be the problem, good sir.”

Tanaka snickered. It was Nishinoya’s turn to glare at him.

“So, I went on a date with this gu-, um, girl, and I only went because I promised, so now I don’t know why I’m feeling so sad.”

“Liaaar. Siiiiimp.”

“Shut up!” Tanaka barked at Nishinoya. “I’m tellin’ the truth here!”

“Well,” Tanaka gave Nishinoya a look to go on. Noya clicked a pen he found on the club room floor and adjusted his non-existent glasses. “Sounds like you caught feelings, dude.”

Tanaka sputtered. “I-I couldn’t have!”

“You totally could.”

“Could not!”

“You could”

“Not!”

“Why not, then?” Nishinoya crossed his arms.

“Because the person I went on a date with is a dude!”

Nishinoya choked on air. Tanaka covered his mouth. Noya sighed.

“Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.”

“I’M NOT!”

——

Ok, maybe he was. Just a little bit. A teeny weeny bit.

Tanaka found himself standing outside the 2-4 classroom, and he frankly didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was so nervous too. He was really, really scared to go inside. But he wouldn’t show it.

Which is why he was leaning on the wall across from the door, with a scowl on his face and a suffocating, intimidating aura around him. Ennoshita walked out of the 2-4 classroom, before immediately being drowned in Tanaka’s scary presence.

“Jesus Christ Tanaka-kun, you scared the hell out of me!” Ennoshita rubbed his eyes. “Anyways, did you need something? Were you waiting for me or something?”

Tanaka’s face relaxed. “Uh! Actually I-I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna-“

“Tanaka-kun?”

Shit.

Tanaka slowly turned around. Standing in the classroom door frame was (Y/n), holding a bento and looking directly at Tanaka.

“Oh-! Sorry, sorry, please give me a second-ah-!” (Y/n) excused himself from his growing horde of female classmates, worming his way out of the classroom.

“What are you doing here?”

Tanaka’s mouth ran dry. Nishinoya’s voice rang in his ear.

‘Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.’

Fuck! Maybe he was. But fuck.

“U-uh...” A million thought went through Tanaka’s head, and went blank at the same time. It was the same feeling he gets whenever he looked at Kiyoko. The same tingly, warm, simp-y feeling.

Ennoshita looked between the two, before gasping in realization. “Oh. Oh! So-uh, I’m gonna...head to practice-Daichi said he needed me for something bye-!”

Ennoshita whispered a “Tell him.” in Tanaka’s ear as he walked by, then promptly disappeared behind a wall. Tanaka looked back at (Y/n).

“Um...h-hi...”

‘Fuck! Stop stuttering!’

Tanaka leaned against the wall, trying to seem as cool and suave as he could. (Y/n) put his hands in his pockets.

“Did’ya need something from me?”

‘Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.’

Shut up, Ennoshita! Tell him what, exactly? He didn’t know if he was even sure about his feelings or not.

“So...about our um...date a few days ago..” Tanaka also shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Ah! You’re here to tell me it was weird going out with a guy! Or that it was weird going out with a guy in a skirt! I’m-“

“No! No! Not at all!” Tanaka blurted out. (Y/n) let his mouth fall shut.

“I just...” Tanaka pursed his lips. “...Maybe we could, I dunno, go out on...another date.”

“Really?!”

Tanaka flushed and furrowed his brows. “Y-Yeah! You got a problem with that-!”

“Yeah! I mean no! I mean I’d love to go!” (Y/n) grasped onto Tanaka’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “Are you free this Friday at around 8?”

“‘Course I am!”

“It’s a date, then, Tanaka-kun.”

——————

Epilogue:

“No way your going out with her.”

“Him.” Tanaka corrected, pointing at Nishinoya’s phone. An image of (Y/n) holding up a cat he found on the street in an oversized sweater was on screen. “It’s a dude. And he’s my boyfriend.”

Nishinoya stopped walking. Tanaka raised his eyebrows.

“You’re such a liar, dude-“

“Tanaka-kun!”

A voice rang out, with growing footsteps approaching behind them. Both Tanaka and Nishinoya turned around, though with the dark moonlight it was hard to see who it was.

Someone wearing a skirt, tucked in shirt, and Karasuno jacket stopped behind the two. Tanaka smirked triumphantly what Nishinoya gawked, looking between his phone and the person.

(Y/n) smiled. “Are we still on for our date today? I know it’s kinda late...”

“Course we are, babe.” Tanaka smugly wrapped his arm around (Y/n), making sure Nishinoya saw. Noya’s mouth fell open.

“HOLY-WHAT THE FUCK! RYU, HOW’D YOU-“

“To be honest I don’t really know either.”

——————

[sxfik]

I have an idea!

Ok so we all know that Hanseo is abused by his big brother, and if i remember correctly, the jipuragi trio found out about it from the guillotine file for the first time.

Now hear me out, what if the jipuragi trio found out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, not from the guillotine file??

After failing to burn down geumga plaza, Hanseok threw that object at Hanseo, telling him not to dodge it, and it left a scar on his forehead. When Hanseo visited jipuragi, he seemed proud of that scar, right?? Because thats what he got from saving geumga plaza, and he hoped that the scar would show them that he wants to be on their side.

BUT lets forget about all those stuff for a moment.

Hanseok loves to strangle, threaten, and hit Hanseo with the hockey stick. It certainly happens more than once, so i figured that there must be a bunch of scars and bruises on his body right?? What if the jipuragi trio noticed one of his scars/bruises?? I know Hanseo always wear long-sleeved stuff, so its not exactly visible, but what if someone caught a glimpse of it??? Perhaps the scar/bruise was on his arm???

Maybe when Hanseo visits jipuragi, Vincenzo asks him to wash some coffee mugs, and as Hanseo is rolling up his sleeves...

"yo whats that on your arm??"

And maybe Hanseo is like "thats a bruise..? Do you not know what a bruise is??"

Okay, idk. I have no idea how he's gonna react if that happens. I just feel like Hanseo wouldnt be proud of his scars if he didnt get them from trying to save geumga/jipuragi people.

And now im just wondering, what do you think? How would Hanseo react, in your opinion? If the jipuragi trio really did find out about the abuse from Hanseo himself, how would that affect their relationship? Im really curious about what you think

Hhhhhhhh sorry if its too long. I just thought that this might be a good way for Hanseo and jipuragi to kinda get closer with each other...

han seo headcanons (part one)

helloooo, thank you for sending an ask in :D

SORRY this answer is super long and for some reason my phone isn't allowing me to add a keep reading cut thingy, apologies in advance to the amount scrolling you have to do

tw: abuse

i've been thinking so much about this ask and just how han-seo would react to them finding out, and honestly i never really took note of how many long sleeved shirts he wears. i believe han-seok has switched a lot more into emotional manipulation and abuse than physical abuse but he has a lot of anger issues. i'd honestly imagine him using han seo as a punching bag for any and every inconvinence that happens to him, even as an intern.

i also agree with you, han seo is someone who is a very bright personality who tends to hide his hurt and emotions, and he's very very good at it as he has been living under a psychopath his whole life. he's good at hiding his anger (although it definetly bubbles over in smaller outbursts) and especially his hurt (i.e. the scene that han seok throws that candle holder at him and he just smiles back). han seo has a lot of anger at himself for not speaking back or being able to act like himself. like in that scene in the office, you can tell as he curls his fist that he wanted to speak back so badly. even when he finally snaps against han seok, he said "i'm getting tired of being afraid of you." i feel like he'd be embarrassed that even after years, he hasn't been able to escape his abuse

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i feel like this scene and their dynamic would play out something similar to this:

han seo joined the team and has been working with vincenzo and cha-young for around a month. at this point han seo isn't walking on eggshells with both of them, he's a lot more comfortable and visiting their office regularly without choi/han/han seok finding out.

sometimes it's vincenzo and cha-young providing him books to study economics from, maybe even giving some brotherly/sisterly advice to him. every couple weeks, vin and cha-young give him quizzes and slowly, he's getting better and better

over time, he even got closer to the plaza residents (even though the residents were definetly cold to him in the beginning, miri scaring the shit out of him by doing her ghost thing, the lady with the lipstick from bye bye balloon staring him down, snack bar lady refusing to serve him, larry also scaring the shit out of him by doing his zombie routine)

but despite this, they adopt him into their family, han seo doing small errands for the residents, him buying the best coffee, food and getting camera equipment for the snack bar lady's son. han seo gifting the pawnshop couple with cute baby items etc.

(obviously he buys the most expensive shit bc he's still a rich boy, but they dont have to know)

(side note: he'd be fucking adorable with a baby, imagine him being the babies "uncle han seo" who gets them the best gifts !!)

even though he was comfortable with all of them, every once in a while his facade would slip.

every once in a while, someone would make a sharp movement towards him and he'd flinch. or if someone makes a quick step towards him, he'd back up and stiffen up on instinct

even if it was someone patting his back or just making a quick movement, he'd react on instinct from the years of abuse from han seok. but no one ever said anything about it if they noticed.

one afternoon after lunch, they were washing dishes, han seo on washing duty and cha-young drying and placing them back. and han seo was in his full sleeves and cha-young notices his sleeves getting wet

"yah, roll your sleeves back, by the end of this your whole sleeve will be wet! you know how uncomfortable those sleeves would be?"

"ahaha, it's alright noona, i'll be fine"

han seo tries to laugh it off, grining at her with one of his wide grins but there's something off about this one. but cha-young gives one of her patented glares and he rolls them up carefully, shielding his arms from her view, and continues washing the rest.

cha-young doesn't take note of his bruises at first, but noted the care he went through to shield his arms from her. his arms were posed almost awkwardly and he was on high alert

it wasn't until after they both finished and he was drying his hands that cha-young saw the massive bruises he had, climbing up his forearms and under the sleeves

he stiffens when he sees her stare, and quickly tries to cover them but she grabs them before he could hide it

she's completely quiet while she stares at his arms. after a moment, he speaks up

"oh i accidentally banged these against my doorway, they're just small bruises. it's go away in a couple days" he smiles at her again but she could tell from the way his shoulders were frozen and the wavering of his voice that it wasn't the truth

"did he do these?" she asked him, her face completely neutral and her voice barely a whisper. she's still looking at his forearms, her fingers ghosting over the bruises.

han seo just looks down and the silence is enough of an answer for cha-young. he walks away, embarrassed that she found out about it, even though his years of therapy told him that it wasn't never his fault, he still felt the shame and anger of not being able to break free.

he's quiet for the rest of the time, feigning tiredness and finding an excuse to leave the plaza

that night, it was just vincenzo and her working at the office late, in preparation for babel. cha-young's mind was still on what she saw that afternoon. abruptly, she stands up, her hand gripping the pen in her hand as she turned to vincenzo sitting at the other desk.

"did you know that bastard hurt him? he's been abusing han seo this whole time?" she asked vincenzo, her voice seething with anger

"i know."

"you know??? why didn't you ever say anything?"

vincenzo looks up at her from his stack of papers, setting his pen down.

"it wasn't my place. i picked up on it when he flinched when mr. tak reached toward him to place a hand on his shoulder."

cha-young sat back down then, her lips pressed together, and vin went back to his paperwork

"we should get him out of there. who knows what han seok would do in one of his rages?"

"couple nights ago, we went to drink makgeolli and i offered him a way out. i told him if he ever needs to leave, and if he's ready to leave, he has a place at the plaza."

"and is he? leaving that is?"

"no. he thanked me, but said that he needed to stay until his brother and his group crumbles to the ground."

cha-young let out a sigh, biting her lip, the worry on her face all too evident

"hong cha-young byeonosa-nim, we shouldn't baby him. jang han seo deserves revenge against his brother just like we do and the choice is ultimately up to him."

"i know. i just worry."

they stayed quiet for the rest of the night, working late but the topic never leaves cha-young or vincenzo's minds

the next day, han seo avoided her like the plague, not wanting to talk about what she saw yesterday

but while he was studying, she approached him, a glass of juice and a snack in hand, setting it next to him. she checked over his work quietly as he took a break and glanced at his arms, doing a once over just to make sure he didn't get any new ones.

"well done, han seo, you're doing well" she smiled at him and ruffled his hair and han seo let out a breath of relief and gratefulness that she hadn't treated him any different

from then, cha-young and vin only got fonder of han seo and han seo was pretty much adopted by them. after the battle and han seok is in jail permanently, he moves out of his apartment, and gets one closer to the plaza.

mr. nam would show him how the organization worked at jipuragi and put him to work, the paralegal grateful to have an extra hand around the office

eventually, even han seo grows an affection to the instant coffee and buys more for himself and his apartment

vin would take him shopping for suits, both rich boys obsessed with their sleek looks. they take cha-young with them once but she manages to sleep off at every shop they go to.

vincenzo also plays hockey with him regularly and the plaza invites him to plaza game nights. they get up to all kinds of mischief,

han seo loves spicy food, just like cha-young so they make it their mission to go to try every restaurant and compete to see just how much spice they can handle. obviously vincenzo doesn't even make it past the first round of the spice competitions but cha-young and han seo have the same competitive streak that keeps them going

han seo is also dropping hints to both of cha-young and vincenzo that they should get married. constantly teasing vincenzo about cha-young in the way only younger brothers do

obviously on one of cha-young and han seo’s days out, han seo drops hints CONSTANTLY, trying to get her to admit cha young likes vincenzo

and OBVIOUSLY she slips up, and han seo doesn’t let go of it

he does the whole younger brother teasing every single time he catches cha-young glancing at vincenzo at the firm

“cha-young noona and vin hyung, sitting in a tree. K I S S I N—” “HAN SEO!!!”

obviously chayenzo eventually get together but decide to keep it a secret (and of course, they were awful at it)

eventually when they reveal it to the office, mr. nam and han seo react like that one scene in suspicious partner (“quick, act surprised” “*gasp* you guys are together??????? we had no idea!!”)

han seo is basically adopted as a younger brother to both cha-young and vincenzo and even the plaza loves his presence and he gets to have a peaceful existence for the rest of his life

anyways han seo deserves a happy ending with a good family. he deserves a second chance with a family that LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM AND GIVES HIM CHOICES AND ALLOWS HIM TO BE HIMSELF. (and yes this covered more than just one scene but I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON HIM) as always feel free to add on :D

[seijorhi]

Ok so YouTube keeps recommending anime clips from that one rent a girlfriend anime and now all I can think of is reader renting a boyfriend just to have yandiere bokuto or maybe hajime become infatuated with her and immediately touching her way more than what the contract has written on it 💦

I am on a Fukurodani kick this week, so let’s go with our darling boy Bokuto 😌

Once again Rhi learns that she is actually incapable of creating a ‘short drabble’

TW implied non-con

It’s embarrassing. You can’t even get a date to your ex boyfriend’s wedding. The fact that you’re even going to your ex’s wedding is bad enough as it is- you’d tried to wriggle out of it, but considering the girl he’s marrying is your cousin, your attendance is apparently ‘not optional’ according to your family.

But you’ll be damned if you show up to watch them tie the knot alone. Finding a date however, is more difficult than you think. Your male friends are either busy, taken, already going with somebody else or close enough with your ex that he’d know you were just bringing them along for show. Basically, you’re screwed. It’s not even that you want to prove that you can one-up him - it’s the pity he’ll give you. He thinks he ruined your life when he left (he didn’t) and that you’re still desperately pining for him (you’d rather throw yourself off a cliff than get back together with him).

It starts as a joke with a friend, you’re both a few wines deep, bemoaning your struggles when she suggests those Craigslist’s ads. “You know, the whole rent a boyfriend for a night thing, and then when you meet he’s actually kinda cute, and then you kiss him as part of the act but you both secretly want more and then you guys end up sleeping together and then-”

Ok, she’s clearly had one or two more than you, because that is definitely not how those stories go, but it does get you thinking. You’re not going to use Craigslist - you value your life and safety thank you very much - but there are sites out there that offer those... services.

Which is what leads you to Bokuto. The website seems reputable enough - at least for a boyfriend for hire kind of a deal, and the reviews don’t look too frightening. Actually, they’re glowing, and maybe that’s what gives you the final push to arrange a ‘consultation’ with the man.

“It’s an overnight thing,” you tell him over the FaceTime call, only for your eyes to widen and your cheeks burn as you realise what it sounds like you’re implying. “Not that I’m asking you for sex! I’m not, I know that’s against the rules, it’s just that-”

He cuts you off with a warm laugh, “Don’t worry about it. Overnight is fine, though we do charge extra for that.” You’d expected as much - at this point you value your pride more than you care about the small fortune you’re going to end up forking out for this whole thing. “Just tell me exactly what you’re wanting out of this, what you are and aren’t comfortable with, and then I guess we can start talking about how we met, come up with some meet cute story that’ll make everyone else super jealous.” He winks and your heart skips a beat.

The call that’s supposed to last twenty minutes goes on for almost an hour, but you feel strangely relieved when it’s done. Well, relieved and maybe even a little excited? Bokuto’s attractive and funny and he didn’t seem like a creep. It’s a ridiculously stupid idea, and you should probably be horrified that you’re even considering it, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

He arrives at your place on time, which you count as a win, looking particularly fine in a nice suit with a tie that compliments the colour of your dress (as you’d discussed). He’s somehow managed to reduce you to a blushing and stammering mess as you sign the paperwork - and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“Relax, baby,” he says, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. “I’m gonna take good care of you tonight, just follow my lead.” His smile is beaming, but there’s a flicker of unease at the affectionate gesture. You’d agreed that posing as a ‘couple’ meant you’d have a show a little bit of PDA, but you’d thought he’d at least wait until you were actually at the wedding to start...

But he’s probably just trying to ease you into it. It has to look natural between the two of you, right?

To say that your family are impressed in an understatement. He’s tall, fit and handsome, and there’s this kind of bright, shining exuberance that just seems to draw people in. He’s like a puppy, almost - a super friendly golden retriever desperate for cuddles, and it’s sweet. Dutifully he sticks by your side the entire time. A little too close, maybe - following you every time you go to get a top up of your drink or a bite more food, reaching out to take your hand in his, but you suppose he’s just playing his part.

And he’s more than aware of your ex, who seems mighty interested in your new boyfriend, particularly for a man on his wedding day. You’ve just finished the entree course when all of a sudden Bokuto grabs your chin and tilts you back into a kiss, his tongue sliding between your lips to deepen it as you gasp in surprise. It only last for a moment, but when he pulls away there’s a distinctly satisfied look on his face. Your stomach twists into a knot, your cheeks warming under his heated gaze. You know that you said kissing was okay, inevitable at some point, but... it just took you a bit by surprise.

“What was that for?” you ask him quietly, trying not to frown as he toys idly with your fingers.

“Hm? Oh, your ex has been staring at us for the past five minutes. Figured I’d give him something to look at.”

It wasn’t a bad kiss by any stretch of imagination, but you can’t deny that it made you a little uncomfortable.

You know he’s only doing what you both agreed on, so you push down on those feeling and offer him a small smile and a nod, “Just, maybe warn me next time?”

He leans over and pecks your cheek, “Of course, baby.”

You choose to let the endearment slide.

It only gets worse as the night wears on. Bokuto’s reluctant to let you slip too far away. When your friends swarm to try and get you to come dance with them, Bokuto follows. He pouts when you ignore him in favour of dancing with the girls, and the very moment they turn their attention, he’s resting his chin on your shoulder, arms looping around your waist.

“Dance with me,” he whines, and you fight back a sigh.

He holds you close as you sway with the music, his broad hands resting just south of what’s considered appropriate, but you have to keep reminding yourself that he’s playing the role of your boyfriend, and if he really was your boyfriend, you wouldn’t be making such a fuss.

But when those hands start to wander, fingers grazing your sides, a hand dipping to rest on the curve of your ass, you have to put a stop to it. You don’t want to cause a scene, not when you can feel the eyes of the groom burning a hole in your back, but this doesn’t feel right anymore. He’s not exactly breaking any of the rules you set out, but there’s clearly been some miscommunication, because this is pushing right past your boundaries. “I just need some air,” you tell him with a tight smile, prying his arms off of you so you can make a hasty escape.

It’s both a blessing and a curse that you’ve booked a room in the hotel. You’re not relying on him to get you home, but there is absolutely no way in hell that you’re feeling comfortable enough to spend the night with him in the rooms you’ve booked - adjoining or not. It’s not his fault, you rationalise as you wait for the elevator, key in hand. Maybe this is how all of his engagements go - but fake boyfriend or not, he’s still a stranger, and this whole night has been too much.

You figure that you’ll slip away now, call an Uber back into town. There has to be a bus or something you can catch the rest of the way back home, even at this time of the night. You’ll text him once you’re on your way, letting him know that he’s welcome to the room (both of them, if he wants - they’re already paid for) and that he can expect the rest of his payment tomorrow as agreed. This was a bad idea, but you’re not going to be a bitch about it. You just want it over and done with.

You’re halfway through changing out of your dress when there’s an insistent knocking at your door. It must be your mother, you figure, or maybe one of your friends who saw you all but flee the dance floor downstairs, so you hastily re-do the zipper and try and right yourself before answering the door.

A pair of hooded, golden eyes greet you. Bokuto is grinning lazily, leaning up against the doorway with an arm braced against the frame, boxing you in. You hadn’t realised earlier just how big he really was - not just tall, but muscular - he dwarfs you without even trying.

He barges into the room before you can even try to protest, kicking the door firmly shut behind him.

“If you wanted to ditch so bad, baby, all ya had to do was say so.”

[hanii-rose]

Hi there! I would first like to say I’m a huge fan of both your art and your writing~ your posts make my brain release the happy chemicals ♡

If it’s ok I was wondering if I could request Garou with a shy s/o who works up the courage to surprise him by wearing lingerie?? (〃ω〃) only if you want to tho of course

tysm, ily!

✯Lingerie Fever✯

Garou × Fem!Reader

You stood in front of the pristine glass window of the only adult shop in your district, wishfully eyeing the beautifully assorted contents on the other side of it. The pretty little store mannequins stood proudly, in poses you could never pull off, wearing provocative attire, some adorning cuter variations while others had more sexy designs.

This whole situation was strange. People passed by behind you giving you strange looks as you wiggled anxiously near the store window.

You were too occupied to notice their stares, too invested in your own thoughts to care about your surroundings.

Your lover, Garou was out at work, earning a living for the two of you which left you home alone. With nothing to do but watch mindless television, you had opted to go for a little outing.

•••

You had gained an interest in intimate apparel on a lazy Monday, after your boyfriend had left for work and you stumbled upon a romantic advice blog while leisurely surfing the web on your laptop.

'How to Make Your Boyfriend the Happiest in the World!'

Having nothing interesting to do, you clicked on the link, intrigued by the title. The first few tips it gave were fairly ordinary.

'You can only touch a man's heart through his stomach!' or 'Men love complements on their hair and outfit'. Nothing too surprising came up, until you had reached the absolute end of the blog. Suddenly, you found yourself flustered at the blush inducing words on your screen.

'A man cannot resist a woman in erotic attire...'

That last little tip had sent you into a shameless daydream as you thought about it more and more. You? Dress up in sexy clothes for Garou? Was the room getting hotter or were you just overheating?

But the more you pondered on the shameless idea, the more it started to occur to you that the only time you ever dressed up for him was on Valentine's Day and even then it was just a cute dress or a pretty frock.

But nothing sexy...

•••

You squinted and stuck your tongue out, trying to read the price tags from outside of the store but had no luck. The numbers were way too small.

A clerk, while dusting inside the shop noticed your strange behaviour and ran over to open up the door. She watched you peculiarly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Uh ma'am, if you're looking for a set you should come inside. We have a lot to choose from!"

You jumped in surprise and frantically waved your hands in front of you, blabbing out no's.

"Ack- I uh, no no. It's ok! I was just looking!"

The shop lady smiled and gestured for you to head inside with her. Her brown bob bounced as she jovially explained.

"If you were looking, you were obviously interested. Come in and I'll show you some that'll really suit you!"

You gulped and hesitantly nodded, following the saleswoman into the store. Walking through the doors, your eyes landed on the exquisite bras and panties. You gasped quietly, unable to comprehend the sheer erotic beauty of all of them.

"A-a-are these...real?"

The woman chuckled at you, her hand coming up to stifle the noise.

"What a silly question! Of course they're real."

You scratched your neck, embarrassed at your naivety and lack of knowledge about erotic clothing.

"What's your name?"

You blinked a few times and shyly answered.

"O-oh, I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, how about you take a look around. I'll be right here behind the counter waiting for you when you're finished."

You shyly nodded, flashing her a small smile.

You took a deep breath, making up your mind.

'Ok Y/N! No more shyness! Just choose one you like! Garou will love it too...right?'

You shook your head and continued to observe the clothes.

A tall skinny mannequin with her hand on her hip, wore a black, lacy set, crotchless and sexy. A bit too sexy for you...

The one next to it, a shorter bustier dummy adorned a pink satin nightie, white lace around the edges but showed off too much cleavage at first glance. Whoa, that's a lot of exposure!

Another one that caught your eye stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight highlighting it's intricate features, obviously the most beautiful one in the store.

An adorable white baby doll two piece, satin bows and tulle flowers lined the tips, strings to tighten and loosen twisted up the front. Two innocent little ruffle crew socks came with the stunning set, perfecting it.

Your eyes sparkled in awe, your brain screamed 'this is the one!'

Your mouth agape, you eyed the pretty mannequin, looking for a price.

"This is your first time buying, isn't it?"

You broke out of your trance, turning to look at the saleswoman with a sheepish grin.

"Y-yes. I've never really had the um... interest in these sorts of things..."

"Ah, I see. Well, did you find the one you want?"

You nodded your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

You hesitantly pointed to the one you liked and spoke.

"I r-really liked that one. Is there one in m-my s-size?"

You could barely speak without stuttering, much too shy.

"Of course. You have good taste for a first-timer. It's pricey but worth it."

You took a deep breath and shakily asked for the price.

"That one's our latest model, inported all the way from (foreign country). It costs more than most of the other ones here."

You took in the information, still curious to see if you could afford it.

"It's 12000 yen. But I assure you, the price isn't the only thing that's high quality."

You slumped your shoulders, already defeated at hearing the cost of the pair.

"I-its so much for a bra and underwear..."

You whined quietly to yourself, dejected. Who would carry around so much money. You'd have to hit up an ATM somewhere, but the nearest one was four blocks away.

The day wasn't getting any brighter either and you'd have to be home before Garou to avoid any awkward questions about your whereabouts.

You sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"C-can I come back for this one next week?"

You bashfully played with your fingers while asking.

"Well, it's an exquisite piece, I'm not sure if I can hold it off for you for more than a day or two..."

She apologized but you assured her it was not an issue. Looks like you'd have to buy it earlier and hide it in your shared closet, at least until the time was right.

>>

You had returned home a while back, changed into one of Garou's white t-shirts and began preparing for dinner. Garou had come home not long after you, completely oblivious to your little outing. You had decided against telling him, it would only lead to unwanted questions.

While stirring the curry pot, your thoughts went back to that stunning piece that awaited you in that lingerie store. It was so pretty, you wanted it now. Not just for Garou but for yourself as well.

As of now, Garou rested peacefully in your bedroom, so very tired from working so hard. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever met, well after you had gotten to know him.

To others he might look like a brute, scary and standoffish, but to you...

He was perfect. Flawed, but perfect.

Putting the lid back on and turning off the stove, you quietly made your way to where Garou slept, tip-toeing over and standing next to where he snored.

He looked so relaxed, it almost made you want to curl up next to him, but then nobody would eat that amazing beef curry you had prepared. You'd have to wake him up, you almost felt bad.

Nudging his shoulder with your hand, you tried pushing him to stir him out of sleep but he stayed snoring, turning around and hiding his face with his arm.

You internally groaned. This time you tried quietly whispering him awake.

"G-Garou... Garou, wake up."

He whined ruggedly, and shifted again turning back to you, still asleep.

"Don't you want dinner?"

He sleepily shook his head, too tired to verbally respond.

You rubbed your face with your palms aggressively. He's just so cute!

You looked at him with adoration, a gentle smile gracing your lips. He's not waking up anytime soon, might as well give him a little kiss.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you lowered your head downwards and placed a sweet peck on his cheek, giggling to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen to set the table and let your boyfriend sleep for a few more minutes.

You took out the silver forks and spoons, washing them and readying them to place on the dinner table next to the served plates of curry and rice.

"All this time we've been together and all ya' give me is a kiss on the cheek?"

Came a familiar voice, deeper than normal.

"O-oh, Garou! You surprised me..."

You whispered shyly, clutching the silverware closer to your chest.

"D-dinner, I mean... I made curry for dinner."

"Sit, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Garou seated himself down onto his usual chair and waited for you to completely get the table ready.

"That colour. It looks good on ya'..."

After shakily pouring water into Garou's jug and your cup, you finally took a seat, straightening yourself out.

"Thank you, Garou..."

You thanked, happy that he thought you were appealing.

"How was work?"

Garou shrugged, same old, same old.

"And you? What'd you do?"

You played with your food, pushing the curry around with your spoon, cutely shrugging, not speaking one bit.

"Yer' actin' awfully weird. Somethin' wrong?"

You shook your head and gulped nervously, shifting your line of sight from his face to your plate. Clearing your throat, you took a large spoonful and chewed, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Yer' so cute..."

Garou's voice retained its deep pitch, possibly becoming even lower than before.

"Ya' know, I just woke up so I ain't fallin' asleep anytime soon..."

You swallowed the mouthful and tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Garou raised a brow, smirking.

"We could..."

...

After the realization of what he actually meant hit you, you snorted while taking a sip from your cup, falling into a coughing fit in your seat. As soon as the coughing stopped, you spoke, surprised at his suggestion.

"W-what? I-ok, uh..."

"We don't need'ta if ya' dont wanna..."

You calmly shook your head and reached over the table, placing your petite hand over his.

"N-no, I mean we can... that sounds, that sounds good..."

You bashfully confirmed, smiling, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, start chewin' faster cus' once I'm done, there won't be any time to finish yer' food..."

Your flushed, your body becoming hot as you fidgeted in your seat.

>>

You took a deep breath of air before pushing open the glass doors, entering the building.

That morning, after Garou had gone off to work, you picked up your keys and your purse, running to the bank to withdraw just enough money for the lingerie piece you liked.

Today, you were going to buy it!

You had been prepping yourself up for it since last night, thinking about how much better the night would've been if you had worn something like that. Not that it wasn't amazing without it, it was. With Garou, it always was, but you wanted to contribute to his pleasure too!

You spotted the woman from before and slowly walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

She looked up from her leaning position over the cash counter, took out her earbuds and cast you a knowing look.

"So, you're here for the set I presume?"

Nodding, you fidgeted, shyly smiling in excitement.

"Thought so..."

The woman led you to the changing rooms and you followed.

"So your partner, what're they like?"

"W-well, he's very strong and cool..."

You shyly twirled your hair, while walking, going deeper into the store.

"And...he's really handsome and c-cute."

"He's also smart... sometimes..."

The saleswoman chuckled and halted in front of the changing room door.

"Sounds like a catch."

You chuckled softly. Yes, yes he is.

"I'll bring some sizes and colors over, tell me which one fits best and we'll pack it up, kay'?"

"Thank you. You're so kind..."

"Don't mention it."

The woman promptly left to go fetch you every variation of the babydoll set, and you excitedly tried on each one.

After going through what seemed like thirty different colours of the same piece, you finally found one that suit you just right, and it was in a colour Garou actually appreciated you in.

You absolutely loved it!

You stood near the register, happily paying for the lingerie. The woman proceeded to securely pack it for you, chuckling at your eagerness.

"Stay confident in this piece, it really suits you!"

She pumped you up, giving you a boost of confidence that you really needed. This feeling was so amazing, like nothing could ruin your day!

It was so empowering!

Is this how men feel?

Vigorously bowing, you thanked her for her service and enthusiastically pushed open the shop doors, exiting the establishment.

>>

A couple of days had passed since you had purchased the fine piece of clothing, hiding it meticulously at the very back of your closet, where Garou could never find it.

You contemplated whether tonight was an appropriate time to wear it. It was a glorious Sunday and Garou had come home an hour ago from mingling among his colleagues. The boys had held some get-together today and he was invited, acting as if it was something dreadful but secretly, you knew he was excited to have friends.

Garou laid under you on the bed, sprawled out, taking up most of it. You laid on top of his chest facing him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.

"Garou, did you have fun with your friends today?"

He gave a single affirmative nod.

"What did you guys do?"

He shrugged, explaining bluntly.

"Sat around with a case of cola at the bridge..."

"Had a drinking contest, which I won."

Obviously.

"No one can finish five cokes in ten seconds like you can."

You could feel Garou smirking as his arm around your waist got tighter and his free hand came to squeeze your cheek.

"You know it, sweetheart..."

He left an airy kiss at your temple and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I missed you a lot today."

You sheepishly admitted, burying your face into his chest, revelling in his scent.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya' either..."

✯✯✯

You lifted your head to face him, interested in what he had to say.

"Believe me when I say I was itchin' to come home..."

Oh, his voice just lowered in tone. You gulped.

"All I could think about was you under me."

"Y-you're just saying that!"

Garou chuckled, his chest shaking under you as he did so.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you like teasing me!"

He snickered, pulling you into a make-out session, tongue and all.

Before things could get too heated, you sat upright on his belly, hands pushing on his chest to keep him down.

Now would be the perfect time to show him the lingerie...

"What's wrong! Not feelin' it today?"

You shook your head and carefully got off of him. You opened up your wooden closet, slipping out the plastic bag that contained the special clothes.

Garou quirked a scruffy brow, confusion evident on his chiseled face.

"What the hell are ya' doin?"

You didn't answer. He'll find out soon enough.

"W-wait here, please..."

Garou obeyed your timid command and waited, sitting up at the edge of the bed, hunched over.

A considerable amount of time had passed and Garou pondered on whether to go look for you. What's takin' so long? Did you faint or somethin'?

You stood in your bathroom, adorning the dazzling lingerie, checking yourself out in the tall standing mirror. You thought you looked pretty good. You hoped Garou would appreciate you too...

Heaving out a nervous sigh, you anxiously strode back to your bedroom, stopping in front of the doorframe.

Garou heard your shuffling footsteps and looked up, eyes going from bored to shocked in a matter of seconds.

"Wha-what's all this?"

His voice sounded light, fluttering almost. His eyes stayed wide and shimmering and mouth hung open. Garou's cheeks began turning warmer, a darker shade than usual, catching your eye.

You shyly fidgeted near the door, fingers nervously twiddling in front of you.

A smile graced your features and Garou outstretched a hand and you placed your palm in his. He pulled you closer to him to see everything in better detail. You stood in front of his seated form holding his hand.

"I, I thought you'd like it so I..."

You murmured softly, glancing at his face to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I do. Ya' look...."

He bit his lip, looking you up and down. His free hand circled your hip, admiring the intricate lace that hung around your panties.

"...I can't say."

His hand glided over your stomach, fingers wrapping around the cup of your designer bra.

"Feels so good to touch."

You turned warmer, shuddering at his fluttering brushes.

"I-I want you t-to touch me..."

A meek sigh left your lips as he squeezed and rubbed your breast, his other hand keeping you still by your thigh.

"C'mere."

You gently sat down next to him, the mattress springing as you did. Bringing your fingers to his lips, he kept his nose pressed against them.

"This is a dream..."

"Yer' a dream..."

Garou's eyes watched as the netted flowers at the edge of your bra tickled your skin. He observed curiously, your movement, the shudders and mewls as he held your shoulder closer to him, squeezing and massaging your chest.

Your own fingers glazed over his semi-erect bulge and Garou groaned in satisfaction.

"It's been so long since we last did it..."

His statement prompted a chuckle and you replied.

"It's only been a few days..."

Garou's cheeks darkened even more and he wittily responded to your claim.

"A few days too many."

He kissed your neck, slowly trailing downwards until he reached your exposed shoulders, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Yer' too much for me."

He expressed everything lightly, his voice a mere whisper in your ears.

But, as if a switch had been flipped, his personality suddenly no longer remained tooth-rottingly sweet. Instead, emerged a growl from his throat, after which he let the most obscene words leave his mouth.

"Yer' tits look so good that way..."

He kissed the exposed surface of your breast, his eyes immediately darting to yours to capture your reaction.

You sighed in pleasure, his kisses and touches becoming more lewd each second.

Now, he sounded serious and much more domineering.

"Damn, those panties are too small for yer' ass!"

You took everything with humility, accepting his shameless complements.

It wasn't until his last statement that you felt really embarrassed.

His voice commanded you, instructed you deeply and slowly.

"Now, get on that bad and don't move until I get back with the camera..."

✯✯✯

Safe to say, Garou was really pleased with you that night. The two of you had gone at it till the break of dawn and now laid peacefully in each others embrace. Garou had stopped at nothing last night, having you so close in the clothes you were wearing just for him.

He had thought you looked absolutely ethereal in that babydoll piece, looking so innocently sexy. It was enough to keep him going for hours without end.

The two of you had definitely explored each others intimacy that night, broke some limits but enjoyed each other nonetheless.

After that experience, Garou demanded more and you happily provided. He couldn't get enough of you.

••End••

Bonus:

Garou carefully eyed the extravagant sets of garments lined up in front of him, some bolder and some more modest, all with different patterns and sizes. Holding a plastic bag containing your tasteful set of lingerie, he treaded deeper into the shop to look for a new one for you.

He wondered which one would suit you, pondering on the idea that you would want a sexier variation this time.

The establishment he walked through was the only one in his city, a rather renowned one at that. He didn't even know a store like this existed where he lived.

For now, he remained confused on which one he should get. They all seemed good and he thought virtually anything looked good on you. He was so lost in thought, it took him a while to notice someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

A saleswoman stood behind him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, got anything like this but in this exact size?"

She asked him familiar questions about his lover and he answered shortly, somewhat annoyed at her prying.

The woman smirked, showing him almost all of the lingerie that the store had, especially the ones that would look good on you.

By the time Garou was done looking through everything, he had already found one he really liked and was in the process of purchasing it at the front desk.

The same woman kept a constant smirk on her face while scanning, removing the tags and packing the clothes up.

Garou hurriedly thanked her and pushed open the front door of the store, ready to depart.

Just then, a voice from behind him spoke out, making him turn his head with surprised eyes and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks.

"Say hello to Y/N for me!"

_________________________________________

Ahhh, finally it's out. Now, I sleep. Nah jk I have other ones to finish ಥ‿ಥ

[pupbeat]

me rambling abt stuff i noticed on my deltarune chapter 2 playthrough, with a few screenshots sprinkled in. secret boss stuff included in here because i did do that

[Image ID: A screenshot of Ralsei, Susie, and Kris from Deltarune all posing next to eachother. Susie holds up her fist and smiles confidently, Ralsei holds his arms and one leg out joyfully, and Kris turns mostly away from the viewer in a cool pose. End ID.]

stuff from chapter 1 if you have save data is remembered, like the thrashing machine you created for susie and lancer.

If you go to the entrance of the school while you have the dark world stuff balanced on your head, you get a cutscene with Alphys and Toriel. Toriel is showing concern for Kris and their wellbeing, implying they have been acting stranger than normal as of late.

At aforementioned cutscene's room, you can call Toriel on your phone and insist you aren't strange.

Kris doesn't want to acknowledge or dwell on a fair amount of mentioned family stuff. They close their eyes if you try to look in Asriel's room at Queen's Mansion. They also choose not to read anymore when you try to read an article in the police station that mentions Asgore Dreemurr no longer being on the force.

Previous point, perhaps a parallel to Undertale where he hurt people like the fallen 6 children and Toriel wanted very little more to do with him and by extension was removed from the force?

The character that is (presumably) Mettaton would like something enertaining by tomorrow in game, probably meaning next chapter.

You can't hang out with Papyrus unfortunately, and his house says the trousle of bones grows fainter.

Unfortunate cutscene with Asgore, Toriel, and Sans in the latter's shop, if you go around the left side of the store. Asgore wants San's free complimentary pickles...

Cutscene at the very bottom of town as well, where Susie defends Kris who was supposedly a "weenie" about whatever is behind the locked door.

Rouxls Kaard's name is confirmed pronounces "rules".

[Image ID: A Screenshot from Deltarune Chapter 2 of Ralsei and Kris on a swan boat with Rouxls Kaard on the opposing ship, with an eyepatch and pirate hat. Rouxls' textbox reads "*Chips Ahoyeth, Landlubbers!" End ID. ]

Sans is a bit awkward at the Asgore scene, and turns away when he comes in. Also he says this in the store and I hate him for it.

[Image ID: Screenshot of San's textbox in Deltarune Chapter 2, reading: "*maybe a day... maybe another 2 years. " End ID.]

After the secret boss, Kris is asked if they are ok. In my playthrough I chose "No." and Susie and Ralsei comment on Kris apparently yelling this answer. Ralsei subsequently tries to comfort Kris, saying that there's probably no deeper meaning to the puppet imagery of the fight. I don't think Kris agrees.

Speaking of the secret fight, heres a bit of my experience with that specifically.

My game crashed when I hit the Transfer answer in the shop when working on getting to the fight. This is probably not supposed to happen, and worked just fine once I tried again.

I had more difficulty with the teacups after turning off the forcefield on the way to the fight than the fight itself. How i dealt with it aside from learning the pattern of the obstacles on the teacup ride, is to move my hand position to one pointer finger on the left and right arrow keys alone.

With the fight itself, I went the mercy route and got an armor called the DealMaker (I think) when defeating the boss.

My strategy for the fight was to use Snap All whenever my party had about half HP or more. ButJuice (lol) is very helpful but i recommend a few items that heal the entire party a bit as well, and the SpinCake was very essential for me.

Try to figure out what attacks its more helpful to charge your bullets for (in my experience, the eyes nose mouth attack, the egg attack, and the telephone attack) and what attacks to spam the minor bullets for.

If you beat this fight, go to Seam and that funny little cat will take the Crystal from you, and mention that the next fight may be impossible for you, especially without the "dark mantle" (?). Which Seam seems to say has gone missing. So we are screwed I guess.

The fight with K_K, Cap'n, and the last one I forget the name of (Sweets?) is hard in my opinion, but I didn't realize its more of getting through as many turns as possible until you get the ability to have Ralsei and Susie do their own ACTs. So it is probably ok to focus more on healing than dancing.

I gave Berdly the gift and in this case, it was a tiny plush of Berdly with nipples apparently. he appreciated it but no one else knew why Kris did it. i dont know why I did it either.

If you go back to Castle Town at the end, I noticed at least 2 NPCs mention people being left behind. Spade King says so angrily, and I believe Cap'n (whatever the radio head character is named. im sorry im bad with names) is the other who mentions such. I want to say this is because I may have failed to recruit every possible enemy.

You can find the Ice-E and Susie Statues in Kris and Susie's rooms at the end as well, if you interacted with those when they first show up.

Kris, in their room, seems to note a lack of agency again, if you check their closet. They say "They could wear whatever they want." but obviously, they cannot.

That's it of what I remember for now, because I was up till 2 AM playing it and my memory is bad. If anything significant pops up in my memory later I may add to this! Thanks for reading!