#or if I can get back to writing short stories soon...

[rikisbaddezire]

Hiii, I love your work so much! Can you write a story about childhood friends niki and reader, and there's been sexual tension building for years, and during a movie night they kind of just snap. Sorry for the lack of detail, but I'm not too sure hhow to describe it lol :)

WET DREAMS

note : this was lwk actually kinda fun to write so thank you anon for this suggestion because i had really fun time writing this!! guys i havent finished the end yet and i really don’t want to stress over it so im just gonna release it now (cant leave the anon waiting 💔) ill figure out an ending when im finally finished airing out my drafts

warnings : riki and y/n are lwk perverts, p in v, dry humping, swearing, mentions of hormones, dirty thoughts, mention of wet dreams, no protection, small hand job, i wrote this really weirdly but wtvr, riki is kinda degrading if you squint ig, lots of dirty talk.

RIKI NEVER UNDERSTOOD how much his dreams had influenced him. all it took was a little wet dream of his best friend all the way back grade 9 to absolutely destroy all the friendly thoughts he had of someone he grew up with.

he believed maybe he was just going through puberty. desperate and hormonal was all he felt. suddenly he noticed how short her uniform skirt was, how her breasts had gotten bigger over the years, how curvy her body looked in that tight, teasing, and sexy uniform.

after grade 9 it had taken a while to forget those weird emotions and feelings, but even then he couldn’t help but notice how y/n seemed to notice something was happening with him. she also started acting different and the innocent jokes they would tell each other before suddenly became dirty and flirtatious.

but she couldn’t have been flirting, right?

the thing is during the whole puberty thing, y/n was blown away by his new appearance over the summer. now he was tall, he had muscles and his voice had gotten deeper.

when he’d whisper or even speak to her in that deep, dark, sexy voice, her thighs clenched and her panties soaked.

grade 9 was just a mess of hormones and mixed feelings for the two, and now by grade 12 they had both gotten better, the feelings they felt long before had disappeared.

not anymore though.

riki woke up in a sweat. he was hard. like really, really hard. thanks to that little dream he had yet again. this one wasn’t the same though, this one was more obscene, it felt so real for him and he was panicking because not only were those feelings supposed to be long forgotten, but that they always walked to school together every morning.

there was no doubt she was on her way.

he was contemplating just fisting himself so his little problem goes away faster but his parents would call him down for breakfast anytime soon.

but when he turned over to the other side in bed, there she was right there leaning against his door, drinking a juice box from his kitchen that his parents no doubt gave her like she was some kind of child who was abandoned so he forced himself to stay calm, just like he did in grade 9.

“wh-what are you doing here so early?” he mutters hoarsely, clearing his throat.

she was getting closer to the bed. his eyes widened as she pushes herself off the door going around to sit right beside him in the bed.

dont look down riki warns himself oh god dont look down

but he couldn’t stop his eyes as they slowly drag down to her thighs. her skirt. it was long enough to cover her more intimate parts, but showed just enough for him to conjure up the most dirtiest things in his mind against his will.

“oh yeah, there’s this stupid movie jake and jungwon and sunoo want to watch,” she pauses and groans. “i don’t really want to watch it and they wanted me to ask if you wanna come, i just want you there because i don’t want to be lonely.”

he winces out at the way she says lonely as if he hasn’t had thoughts of sneaking out to her house and just fucking the shit out of her to get those crazy thoughts over with, as if he wasn’t hiding condoms under his mattress, as if he tried not to let his thoughts wander to her when he’s masturbaiting, as if he never wondered what could be underneath that uniform he’s been itching to rip off of her.

“uhh… tonight?” riki manages to inquire, his voice cracking subtly at the word tonight to which she nods and giggles. “i guess i can go. do you want me to pick you up and drive you there?”

“do you want to?” y/ns head tilts to the side, looking up at him with the same pretty eyes that would look as good rolled back as they do in his imagination.

he doesn’t respond. he couldn’t stop himself as his body leans in

the whole day y/n found herself drifting off to the thought of him, and how big his dick really could be. she’d seen the outline before, just this morning she saw his dick peeking out from his shorts.

she was this close to riding him.

during math she was making estimates in her head based on what she’d seen before. how big could that monster of his be? all the times she’d been to his house and accidentally walked in on him, she never bothered to look down.

god she was such a horny teenager.

he was right beside her right now, she was tempted to ask him what the exact measurements are, but in reality they’re just friends. and no matter what they were it would just straight up be a weird question to ask.

their legs were brushing each other due to how close they were sitting and riki could’ve sworn his fingers twitched. and his dick.

school was almost over. just 10 more minutes.

ten more minutes til he’s finally free from school for the day. ten more minutes til she’s in his car. maybe an hour til he can get into that wet pussy of hers.

he decided today he wasn’t going to hold back anymore. riki already had enough watching her breasts bounce around and those little exhausted noises she’d make. god, with how sweaty and tired she looked, made him wish he could make her look that way.

slowly the time passed from 7 minutes

to 6 minutes til he could dick her down.

to 5 minutes til she’d be able to see what monster he’s hiding under those sweatpants.

she couldn’t take it anymore. knees brushing up against his as she turns to him, “whens the homework due?”

y/n mentally cringes at that, it wasn’t even what she wanted to say, but it came out being something totally different then what she could’ve said.

“u-uh sex…” he shook his head quickly, rikis eyes widening at the word that also accidentally fell out his mouth. “fuck! no i mean- its due on friday.”

luckily the bell rings ending the conversation right there. riki and y/n both get up to grab their things. her legs were shaking, and she swore a trail of arousal was following behind her, while riki was so sure the bulge in his pants were visible.

the whole ride was silent, which was very rare for both him and her. all they could hear was the sound of the engine running and the various noise of children or the birds chirping.

all he could think about was fucking into that tight pussy while keeping his eyes on the road. holy shit. his hands clenched around the steering wheel, the grip so tight his knuckles turned white.

he decided to speak up though. “so uh, things have been weird lately between us, huh?”

“yeah…”

“man what happened to us, we were so close and now it’s like we barely ever talk at all.”

he stops at the red light and turns to her, her panties practically soaked in arousal so scared he might even smell it. she almost felt herself come just by his words.

“i can’t lie, i’ve been dreaming of fucking you all night long since grade 9.” his own words make his jaw drop completely. was it too late to take it back? riki looks at her carefully studying how her head whipped to turn to him and how her cheeks flushed almost immediately.

she manages to drag out some words but they were more squeaky. “you’re joking?”

he shakes his head. “i can’t stop thinking about you. i haven’t been able to since grade 9, you used to be so innocent, but fuck ever since you hit puberty its like you’re so fucking naughty.”

“riki. do you even know how attractive you started to look when you hit puberty? you’re voice got deeper and you got more muscular. ive been trying to figure out the size of your dick since grade 10.”

he chuckles at that, his old teasing facade coming back to him. “yeah? you wanna know how big it is or do you wanna see for yourself?”

“fuck, i don’t know just give it to me”

“right here in the car? in the middle of traffic? i knew you’d be such a fucking whore, y/n.”

“pull over so we can get this over with” she mutters to which riki obeys almost instantly. he ignores all the honks from drivers and everything as he practically drives into a ditch.

in the backseat, the car windows were fogged up and the craziest part for them was they weren’t even getting it on yet, all their self control completely gone.

“fuck you’re so fucking hot keep grinding on me show me how much you want this dick.” riki groans out, as her hips rut against his lap. all her moans and whimpers were being swallowed by his messy, lazy, slow kisses.

she whines out as she feels his cock sticking up through their clothes, the only thing keeping their bodies apart. “mgh fuck ill be so good for you riki! i fuck cant stop, so mmh good for me.”

“i’ve been wanting to wreck that pretty pussy of yours since—“

riki’s cut off by a little, “buzz, buzz” in his pocket, which they try to ignore at first but eventually it just gets annoying so he answers. “fuck, jungwon what do you want?” he hisses out, trying to ignore the fact that y/n was still rubbing against his hard pulsing dick.

he sighs out, lying through his teeth “yeah, yeah. we’re stuck in traffic right now, we’ll be there soon.”

y/n moans out, his hand quickly jumping from her waist to her mouth covering the whines that come out of her as her head tilts back.

“so fucking loud for me keep it down, yeah?” he teases her, guiding her hips.

she lets out a cry. not a cry as in oh no am i really dry humping my childhood friend? no this was a oh no im gonna come just from this kind of cry.

and there he was just sitting there talking to jungwon like she wasn’t about to come all over his lap just from rutting against his uniform covered cock.

“uh huh, uh huh, okay we’ll be there soon now bye.” he mutters dryly into the phone. he lifts y/n off his lap and onto the backseat, which elicits a low whine from her throat. “fuck i know, i know just be good for me okay? jungwon really needs us there right now or their gonna watch it without me and you there.”

she scoffs at his words be good for me, though denying the fact that it deep down turned her on would make her look like a fool. “saying be good for me to your friend, childhood friend, even, is beyond weird and creepy”

“what? how is that even creepy?” he grunts out as he crawls over to the front seat and starts to pull out the ditch.

“shut up”

“weren’t you the one whining on my lap earlier?”

“oh my god—! riki shut up”

he just giggles at her flustered state. they were both kind of happy their old banter that had been long gone 2 years ago had finally come back.

but y/n sort of wondered as she glanced at him. if they do go farther than whatever was going on in the backseat earlier. what will that make them?

would they still be friends? were they gonna be awkward again like they were for the past two years? or would this mean that they would maybe admit the feelings that definitely went way past the sexual tension they had for years.

“holy shit what took you guys so long, finally you guys here.” sunoo sighs out in relief, almost dramatically.

y/n and riki stop in their tracks, heads slowly turning to look at each other. riki felt amused subtly letting the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “oh uhm traffic, yeah traffic was really bad today.” he pauses for a second before turning and sitting onto the couch, legs spread and everything. “are we gonna start the movie or what?”

they both came to a realization that they couldn’t focus on that stupid movie that was playing in front of them. not when they could feel the heat of each other’s body radiating off each others skin. she was debating heading to the bathroom and risk getting cornered by riki. but she wanted that after all, they did have some unfinished business to get to anyway.

either way, she stands up without warning and heads straight to the bathroom, but as she turns to close the door, a foot stops the door from fully closing. “don’t we have some business to finish, y/n?”

god the tone in his voice. fuck. she can feel herself dripping onto the floor. “we do have some business to finish, but not here—”

it was too late for his mouth moved lazily and slow against hers, cutting her off. he didn’t even need to look back his foot kicked the door closed and his hand came down from her jaw to lock it. “fuck, ill be so good, ill be so slow” he babbles into her mouth. “so slow you’ll beg me to go faster on you.”

his hands were wrapping her legs around his waist.

all she could do was swallow her moans, slightly whimpering at him. he grabs her hips putting her up on the sink’s counter. “how big is it?” she whispers between kisses.

“fuck why don’t you go and see for yourself, y/n?” riki tilts his head back as she pulls down his pants. “you know how long i waited for this? i’m so hard for you— o-oh shit! what the hell are you doing with your hands, why does it feel so good?”

she giggles as he tries to speak through his whimpers and pants. “aww, do you like this riki? yeah? where’s all that teasing going? so hard and you’re not even inside me yet…”

he shoots a glare at her, but fails too as his face contorts back to an expression only one could call pure pleasure. the noises he made, fuck he sounded so good. she didn’t think riki would make so many noises, but holy fuck was she wrong because he was loud.

it took a few minutes to get him to come, and she practically teases him through the whole thing purposely because she knew he would try to fuck her hard as payback.

she hesitated a little asking this question, only cause she was a bit terrified of being bullied by him or make him think she isn’t cool, she speaks up either way though “you have a condom, right?”

riki’s eyes widen as he looks up from undoing her pants, some hair falling onto his eyes. he shakes his head slowly. “no… but come to my house tomorrow morning and i promise my mom will have some plan b.”

she nods as he undoes her uniform skirt, his eyes immediately falling on her soaked panties. he can’t help himself as his finger runs down her clothed pussy, feeling her puffy folds. “fuckkk…” he groans out in arousal.

“i just want you to fuck me. cmon fuck hurry up” y/n rushes, pulling her underwear down to her ankles. he lines himself up, and then slowly but steadily pushes in. his mouth drops open, wide with a small whine coming out. “oh my god, im inside my best friend.”

“please stop talking and fuck me.” she whimpers softly as he pushes himself to the hilt.

he groans, pulling out a little bit before slamming back in, one hand holding her thighs open and the other gripping roughly on her shoulder. “fuck fuck so tight you want this fucking dick”

she can’t control herself, she’s moaning out and they’ve just started. “want it so bad— ughm fuck!”

he begins rolling his hips nice and slow, just trying to spread and work open her tight little pussy. he grunts a bit each roll of his hips. he wanted to keep it nice and slow first and then slowly start fucking the shit out of that tight spot inside her.

“fuck is it right there? right where you’re clenching me?”

“i don’t fucking know just don’t stop” y/n whimpers as his pace picks up slowly. the force of his body slamming against hers slowly started to make the counter creak. “i wanna fucking break your back. shit, what would you tell your parents if they asked you why you’re walking funny? say that your best friend fucked the shit out of you?”

“aah… f-fuck yeah.”

“knew you’d be such a fucking whore for me.”

each thrust was harsh and it began to be a repetitive noise of her body falling back onto the countertop mixed with the slow, heavy slapping noises.

her hands gripped his uniform tie almost undoing it from how hard she was clutching it for purchase. “you’re so slow, fuck me faster! fuck! im close!” her whines echo with the sound of their bodies combined and her hips move with him almost instinctively.

“so loud, fuck… you want jungwon and sunoo to hear how fucking good your pussy is?” he grunts out. letting out a sharp hiss, his head tilts to the side as he takes a drag out her wet, tight walls before burying himself deep inside her, his tip obliterating her cervix.

“agh fuck! riki dont stop i-i-im coming!” y/n tenses up with the weird feeling in her lower stomach making her cry out more. loud whines and whimpers erupt from her throat as he rides her through both their orgasm. a white sticky mess was left on the table as the result of their pleasure.

it took a while for them to get ready to leave and hopefully sit back down without any problems knowing jungwon and sunoo liked running their mouths, but she stops him. the words rush out her mouth almost immediately as he turns. “riki, what does this make us?”

his heart stops. why didn’t he expect this question? he just fucked his fucking childhood friend. “uhh… do you want to date me then?”

she scoffs out at his response. “really riki? not even going to tell me you’re madly in love with me? just gonna put out a question like im forcing you?”

“okay then what do you want to hear? ‘oh y/n, i couldn’t stop thinking about you for years and now i want you to date me and maybe be my occasional fucktoy.”

“anything but the last part, you’re so weird.”

she was definitely aroused though.

[winchesterwild78]

The Unveiling

Master list

Characters: Mark Meachum x Reader

Warnings: ****Spoilers Ahead***** if you haven’t seen the first three episodes don’t read this. You have been warned. Language, angst

A/N: Since we have finally gotten Mark and we can see his character I wanted to write something about him. I’m thinking this will be a few parts. Not sure how many. I definitely love this character and I would totally have his babies. 🤭 

I do not own the rights to this character or any of the characters from the show. I’ve taken creative liberties with the story, but put some elements of the show in the story. 

Do not take my work, all work is my own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated. 

Minors DNI 18+ 

I stood in the living room of our shared home pacing. Mark had been gone for 9 long months undercover. I hated that part of his job. He was a great detective but sometimes he would forget he had a life outside of the precinct. 

Mark was a complicated man. We met shortly after he ended his engagement. He never talked about it, just said mistakes were made on both their parts. I never pushed. 

When he asked me to move in it took me by surprise. He had so many walls up but I fell in love. He was hard not to love, but he also made it hard to love him at times. Him going undercover was one of those times. 

Early this morning he finally called me and told me he was coming home. I hadn’t heard from him in months and now he’s coming home. 

As the hours ticked by, I continued to pace the hardwood floors that covered our living room. I heard a car door and looked out and saw Mark. He was thinner than when he went in and his hair was a little bit longer, but the way the sun danced across his freckles and through his hair, made my heart flutter.

I stepped on the porch and made eye contact. His emerald green eyes catching sunlight and a smirk tugged at his lips. “Hey sweetheart” his voice smooth like whiskey. 

I smiled back, “Hey handsome”. He stepped closer and I leaped off the porch into his arms. A deep rumble came from his chest. I threw my arms around his neck as I peppered his face with kisses. “I missed you so much, Mark.” 

He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around me, “I missed you too. Now let’s get inside before we give the neighbors a show.” I nodded and led him inside. 

Mark sets his bag down and pulls me flush to his chest. I inhale his scent and let out the breath I’d been holding since he left. Tears pricked my eyes as I held him tight. My body trembled. 

“Shhh, it’s alright baby. I’m here.” Mark held me tighter. I sniffle, “I know. It’s just I’m afraid you’re going to disappear again. You come home from a routine doctor's appointment and tell me you have a brain tumor and then the next day you’re going undercover. You were reckless in prison. They told me it was like you were trying to get killed. Is that what you were doing? Trying to die before the tumor could kill you?!” 

Mark stood in silence. He knew he ran. As soon as he got the diagnosis he jumped at the opportunity to go undercover. He hated the idea of me watching him slowly die. So he ran. 

My eyes flashed with anger and sadness. “Mark! Answer me! Is that what you’re trying to do?! Get yourself killed? You can’t do that to me, to us! You’re a fucking coward, you know that! You make me fall in love with you. Want a future with you. Then you come home with news that will cut that life short, and you fucking ran. Leaving me to deal with it alone.” 

Mark pulled me tighter. “I know, Y/N. Fuck! I’m sorry. I was scared, hell I am scared. I love you so much and I wanted it all with you. Marriage, children, a future. But I can’t give you that now. You deserve someone who can.” 

I gasped softly and pulled away. I hold up my hand. “No, don’t you dare. Not now, not ever. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to decide what’s best for me. You’re what’s best for me. I don’t care how long we have left. I’m spending it right by your side, you stubborn jackass.” 

Mark laughed, “Yeah I figured you’d say that. Come here baby.” He pulled me tight and kissed me like a starved man. 

He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. “Come on darling . We’ve got some time to make up.” I smile and follow him. 

Mark took his time exploring my body. Each touch, each kiss a reclaiming of our love. When we collapsed on the bed, completely satisfied, our bodies flushed and sweat covered he pulled me close. 

“God I missed this. Missed you. I love you, Y/N.” I sighed softly, “I love you too, Mark.” 

We laid in each other's arms for a little while longer. Then Mark shifted to look at me. His eyes searched mine and I knew something was coming.

“Mark, what is it?” I asked hesitantly. He took a deep breath, “Well, the reason I was pulled from jail is I’m being put on a new task force. I don’t know anything about it. All I know is I’m local and Nathan is in charge.” 

I take a deep breath and nod. “Okay. Are you going undercover again or do you come home every night?” 

Mark sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, “as far as I know I come home. I know I can’t talk about the case or anything, but I’ll be home at the end of the day.” 

I let out a shaky breath. “Okay. Does Nathan know about the tumor?” Mark shook his head no. I gasped, “Mark, he needs to know.” 

Mark grunted and shifted his weight, “No! I’m not telling him or anyone else. This stays between us.” 

I flinched at his tone. “Okay. I won’t say a word.” 

Mark sighed, “Baby I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped. I just know they will pull me off the case and put me on desk duty and if I’m going out, I’m going out swinging.” 

I nod. Damn he’s stubborn as hell. “When do you go back to the doctor?” Mark looked at me and said, “Tomorrow. After I meet the team.” I nod, “Do you want me there?” He shook his head no. 

I swallowed and my voice came out softer than I wanted, “okay”. 

Mark picked up on the sadness in my tone. He cupped my face, “Hey. Don’t do that. He’s just going to tell me the same thing he told me months ago. I have a tumor and it’s not going anywhere.” 

“I know, I just want to be there to support you and maybe ask the doctor if he knows what the hell he’s talking about.” 

Mark chuckled, “Baby, he does. I promise.” I sigh deeply, “I just think we need to get a second opinion. I’m just not ready to lose you. I want a future with you. One that we talked about, marriage, kids, being grumpy old people together.” My breath hitched as tears fell from my eyes. 

His thumb gently brushed the stray tears away, “I want that too baby. More than you know.” “Then fight for it. Fight like hell, Mark. Let’s get a second opinion, please.” 

My voice filled with emotion and pleading. Mark leaned his forehead against mine. “We will try.” 

I let out a shaky sigh, “That’s all I can ask for. Is for you to try.” 

Mark nodded and pulled me closer, “Damn woman you are stubborn as hell, but I’m glad you’re in my corner.” I smiled, “Damn right I am, and I ain’t going anywhere.”

He nuzzled into me and smiled, “Good. I’m glad.” We fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. It was the first time in months I actually slept. 

The next morning the sun filtered in through the curtains creating shadows across his face. I smiled softly as I looked at him. This was my favorite time of day, watching him sleep peacefully as the sun highlighted his freckles across his face. 

Mark shifted and cracked open an eye, “You’re staring sweetheart.” His voice gruff from sleep filled the room. I smiled, “Can you blame me?” 

He smiled a lazy smile, “No, can’t say I blame you. I am pretty hot.” I chuckled, “And full of yourself too.” 

He pulled me into his arms and I laughed. “Mark, you’re going to be late and I know Nathan won’t be too thrilled. Go shower and I’ll make you some coffee and breakfast.” I leaned in and kissed his lips softly. 

He groaned and held me tighter, “I could get used to this. You being all domestic.” I smirk, “Well why don’t you marry me and see how domestic I can be.” 

I froze after I said it. I swallowed, “I’m sorry, Mark. I wasn’t thinking.” My blood turned ice cold. He cupped my face, “Hey, no. You didn’t say anything wrong. I told you I want to marry you. I just don’t know if that’s fair to you, but we can talk about it later. I promise.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I love you, Y/N. So much.” I take a deep breath and let it out, “I love you too, Mark.” 

Mark showered and got ready. Once breakfast was done we were saying our goodbyes. 

Mark kissed me goodbye, the taste of fear and longing on my lips. I watched his taillights disappear down our quiet street, a cold dread settling in my stomach. The house felt too big, too empty without him.

He reported to a nondescript building downtown, a place that blended seamlessly with the surrounding financial offices. No flashing lights, no uniformed officers – just a heavy, unmarked door and a subtle hum from within. He flashed his ID to a grim-faced man at a reinforced desk and was directed to an elevator. It ascended, not just a few floors, but for what felt like an eternity, the pressure in his ears building with each passing second.

The doors chimed open to a dimly lit, sprawling complex. It was a labyrinth of cubicles and closed doors, each one radiating a sense of intense, silent focus. People moved with purpose, their faces etched with a shared burden. This wasn't a typical police precinct; it felt like a secret bunker, a place where the world's most dangerous truths were dissected in the shadows.

A man with sharp, intelligent eyes and a no-nonsense face intercepted him. His name was Agent Damon Drew, and his handshake was firm, his gaze unwavering. "Meachum," he stated, his voice brisk. "Glad you could join us. We've been waiting."

He led him through a maze of corridors to a large, circular conference room. A holographic display flickered to life in the center of the table, showcasing a rapidly spinning, three-dimensional globe. Around it sat a handful of individuals, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and grim determination. A mixture of law enforcement agents sat around the table. FBI, CIA, LAPD, all sat with Nathan Blythe.

Drew gestured to an empty seat. "Everyone, this is Detective Mark Meachum. He's fresh off a nine-month deep cover operation that will help us with information from the inside."

The other people sitting around the table politely nodded, but didn’t say anything. Mark felt a familiar surge of adrenaline mixed with trepidation. He was back in it, whether he liked it or not.

Nathan introduced the team and their backgrounds. He explained why they were chosen for this operation and explained that Drew was his right hand and would be taking lead at times. He gave the floor to Drew. 

Drew tapped a stylus against the holographic globe, causing it to zoom in on a cluster of interconnected data points, pulsing ominously over Eastern Europe. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have been investigating some strange activity at the port recently. People are going missing, strange crates appearing, and yesterday morning one of our agents was gunned down in broad daylight. We need to find out what happened, and why he was targeted.”

He paused, letting his words hang in the air. "And based on the intelligence we’ve been able to glean from Detective Meachum's recent activities, we believe he unknowingly stumbled upon a piece of the puzzle while he was undercover. A very dangerous piece."

Mark felt a chill. What had he gotten himself into this time?

Drew’s finger hovered over the glowing globe, then zoomed in further, pinpointing various global shipping lanes. "For months, we've been tracking an alarming increase in unaccounted-for cargo, particularly out of certain key ports. The Port of Los Angeles, being the largest in the Western Hemisphere, has become a significant choke point for these illicit movements."

The FBI agent, a man named Keyonte Bell chimed in, "Our intel suggests a sophisticated network is exploiting vulnerabilities in the customs system. We've seen a spike in 'ghost' containers—containers that enter the port's logistical framework but then disappear from official manifests before inspection."

"And what's in these ghost containers?" Mark asked, his detective instincts kicking in. "Drugs? Weapons?"

Drew nodded grimly. "Both. Our initial assessment pointed towards high-grade fentanyl and other synthetic opioids, and a disturbing amount of untraceable firearms. The sheer volume suggests this isn't just a cartel operation. This is something far more organized, with a reach that extends beyond typical criminal enterprises."

The CIA analyst finally spoke, her voice dry and academic. "We've identified a pattern of highly secure, encrypted communications preceding each of these 'ghost' shipments. The encryption methods are unlike anything we've encountered from known drug or arms traffickers. They suggest state-sponsored capabilities, or at the very least, resources on par with them."

"That's where you come in, Detective," Drew said, turning his sharp gaze back to Mark. "Your recent undercover operation involved infiltrating a particularly brutal arms trafficking ring operating in Eastern Europe. What you might not realize is that during your time there, you inadvertently came into contact with a sub-network that, we now believe, is directly tied to these 'ghost' shipments."

He paused, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in. "We've cross-referenced your deep cover reports with our intercepted communications and other intelligence. There were several individuals you interacted with, seemingly minor players in the arms trade, who have since been identified as key facilitators in this larger, more insidious scheme. One in particular, a man known only as 'The Engineer,' was a ghost even to your contacts. He dealt exclusively in logistics, never touching the merchandise, but always ensuring its flawless transit. He's connected to a network that’s operating at a global scale, and a significant portion of their illicit goods are flowing directly into the Port of Los Angeles."

Mark felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. The Engineer. He remembered him – a quiet man, meticulously organized, with an uncanny ability to make impossible shipments materialize. He'd dismissed him as just another cog in the machine, never realizing the true scope of his reach.

"These aren't just street-level drugs or black-market weapons for local gangs," Drew continued, his voice low and serious. "The specific types of materials we're seeing, the highly sophisticated encryption, the global coordination… it points to a deliberate destabilization effort. We believe someone is arming and funding shadowy groups, sowing chaos, and using the drug trade as a cover for something much, much larger."

The holographic globe pulsed, and a new layer of data appeared, showing projections of civil unrest and political instability in regions far from Los Angeles, all interconnected by the same shadowy network.

"Your previous operation has given us a unique and potentially invaluable entry point into this, Detective. You've seen a part of this organization from the inside. We need you to go back in, albeit in a different capacity, and help us dismantle it from the ground up."

Mark looked at the faces around the table, the weight of their expectations settling heavily on him. He had just gotten home. But the enemy wasn't some local dealer or a gang banger; it was a ghost, a global threat, and it had already reached his city.

Mark nodded, “Just tell me what I need to do.” Nathan stepped in, “We aren’t sure yet. We are still figuring out what capacity we will need you in. However, right now I want the team to gather as much intel as you can. We also don’t know who we can trust, even in law enforcement. As of now, this task force doesn’t exist. You can’t tell your family or friends about this. Understood?” Everyone nodded. 

After the initial briefing, the others began to disperse, leaving Mark alone with Nathan Blythe. Nathan, a grizzled veteran of a hundred unseen wars, had been Mark’s point of contact on a previous task force and a fiercely loyal friend ever since. He settled into the chair next to Mark, a familiar weariness etched around his eyes.

"Rough one, huh?" Nathan's voice was lower now, devoid of the official crispness he used during the briefing.

Mark just grunted, rubbing his temples. "You could say that. Nine months undercover, thought I was finally out, and now this. A global destabilization plot tied to the Port of LA, and I'm apparently the lucky guy who walked into it."

Nathan sighed, leaning back. "Look, Mark, I know this isn't what you wanted. Believe me, when the brass told me to start putting this team together, my first thought was of you. Your last operation… it gave us a unique perspective, a piece of the puzzle no one else had." He paused, his gaze softening. "And my second thought was of her. Of you."

Mark looked up, meeting his friend's eyes. "Of me and her?"

"Yeah, you and her," Nathan confirmed, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "I argued for you to stay home, you know. Told them you'd just done your time, that you needed a break. But they were insistent. Said you were the only one with the right kind of exposure to 'The Engineer's' network." He shook his head, a hint of frustration in his voice. "This isn't some low-level bust, Mark. This is big, and they need the best."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But let me tell you something, as your friend, not your boss. I see the toll this takes. I saw it on your last op, and I see it now. You're good, Mark, too good sometimes. And Y/N worries, Mark. She really worries."

Nathan clapped him on the shoulder, a heavy, comforting weight. "So, when are you going to stop putting her through this hell and just put a ring on it? Marry the girl, Mark. Give her something to hold onto besides a whispered phone call and a prayer."

Mark felt a flush creep up his neck. He hadn't expected that. "Nathan, now's not really the time for relationship advice."

"The hell it isn't," Nathan scoffed. "You think this job gets easier? You think the threats disappear? Life's short, and when you're staring down something like 'The Engineer,' you realize just how short it can be. You got a good one. Don't be an idiot."

He stood up, the weariness returning to his posture. "Just think about it, okay? For both of you. Now, let's get back to it. We've got a world to save, and a very impatient team waiting for your insights."

Mark sat for a beat longer. Nathan’s words washing over him and the threat of not only the case, but the tumor. All of it threatened to take him away from me. His mind spinning with the thought of marriage. He wanted to. Damn he wanted to marry me, but he didn’t want to put me through the pain of being a young widow. Mark finally stood and headed towards his desk. 

The sterile scent of the doctor's office always clung to Mark, a faint, medicinal perfume that was far more unnerving than the smell of gunpowder or stale blood. It had been scheduled months ago, a mandatory follow-up to the routine physical that had first flagged the anomaly. He sat on the examination table, the crisp paper crinkling beneath him, trying to keep his mind on anything but the reason he was there. Even the intense debriefing he'd just left felt like a welcome distraction from this.

Dr. Albright, a man whose gentle demeanor belied the grim news he often delivered, entered the room, a tablet in hand. He offered a small, sympathetic smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Mark. Good to see you. How are you feeling?"

"Fine, Doc. Just got back into town, actually. Been a bit busy." Mark tried to keep his tone light, conversational, as if this were just a routine check-up for a common cold.

Dr. Albright nodded, scrolling through the images on his tablet. "Yes, I saw your file was updated. Quite the whirlwind, I imagine." He paused, tapping the screen. "Your latest MRI is in. The good news is, there's no significant change in the glioblastoma multiforme’s size. It's stable."

A small, almost imperceptible sigh of relief escaped Mark. Stable. That was always the best he could hope for.

"However," Dr. Albright continued, his voice softening, "the location remains problematic. It's still deep, nestled right against the brainstem. The risks associated with surgical intervention are still incredibly high. We're talking about a significant chance of permanent neurological damage – motor control issues, cognitive impairment, even worse."

Mark closed his eyes for a brief moment. He'd heard this before, almost verbatim, at every appointment since the initial diagnosis. It was a broken record, playing the same agonizing tune.

"And radiation or chemotherapy?" Mark asked, even though he knew the answer.

"We've discussed this, Mark," the doctor said gently. "Given its indolent nature and the specific cell type, the potential benefits of aggressive radiation or chemotherapy are outweighed by the inevitable side effects. We're looking at severe fatigue, cognitive fog, personality changes... frankly, it wouldn't be much of a life. And there's no guarantee it would even effectively target the tumor without causing more harm than good."

He looked directly at Mark, his expression conveying a deep empathy. "The options, as we've discussed, remain extremely limited. For now, watchful waiting is still the recommended course of action. We monitor it, and you continue to live your life as normally as possible. We manage any symptoms that arise, but active treatment... the risks just aren't worth it, Mark. Not yet."

Mark pushed himself up from the table, the paper crinkling loudly. "So, same as always. Just... a ticking time bomb in my head."

Dr. Albright placed a hand on his shoulder. "I’d suggest you get away, spend what time you have left comfortable and living."

Mark nodded, a hollow feeling spreading through him. He was back on the job, fighting a hidden enemy that threatened the world, while a silent, internal enemy continued its slow, inexorable march within his own skull. The irony was almost unbearable. He had just dodged so much for nine months, only to return to a threat far more insidious, one that no amount of detective work or undercover operations could ever defeat.

The sterile chill of the doctor's office clung to Mark as he stepped out into the humid Los Angeles air. His head, which had just been declared a ticking time bomb, felt oddly light, detached from the rest of him. The hum of the city, usually a comforting backdrop, now sounded like a distant, mocking echo. Watchful waiting, Dr. Albright had said. It felt less like a medical strategy and more like a sentence.

He slid into his car, the leather hot against his skin, and the holographic image of the spinning globe from the task force briefing flashed in his mind. Global destabilization. Ghost shipments. 'The Engineer'. He was supposed to save the world, or at least a significant chunk of it, while his own world was silently, inexorably coming apart at the seams. The irony was a bitter taste on his tongue.

Nathan's words replayed in his head: "Marry the girl, Mark. Give her something to hold onto." And Dr. Albright's stark reality: "The risks just aren't worth it... not much of a life." What kind of life could he offer? A life shadowed by secrets and an ever-present, silent threat inside his own skull? He'd just gotten home, just started to breathe in the normalcy of their shared life, and now he was being pulled back into the abyss, while simultaneously facing his own private, unwinnable war.

The drive home was a blur of traffic and self-recrimination. He thought of you, of your vibrant laugh, the way your hand fit perfectly in his. You deserved a future, a clear horizon, not a man with a medical report that read like a death countdown. Every mile closer to home felt like a step further into a lie he wasn't sure he could maintain.

He pulled into the driveway, the familiar comfort of our house a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. The porch light was on, casting a warm glow. He took a deep breath, trying to push the doctors' words, the task force's demands, and his own swirling fears into a locked box in the back of his mind.

He opened the door, and the scent of your cooking, something warm and inviting, immediately enveloped him. You were in the kitchen, humming softly, a smudge of flour on your cheek. You turned, your face lighting up, and that familiar, beautiful smile bloomed.

"Hey, stranger!" you said, wiping your hands on a dishtowel and walking towards him, your arms already open. "Just in time. Dinner's almost ready."

He hugged you tight, burying his face in your hair, trying to anchor himself in your presence. He could feel the warmth of your body, the steady beat of your heart, a stark contrast to the chaos inside his own. He wanted to tell you everything, every secret, every fear, every grim prognosis. But the words caught in his throat, suffocated by the enormity of it all. How could he possibly tell you there was nothing that could be done?

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, trying to convey a thousand unspoken things with just a glance. "Yeah," he managed, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Just in time."

Part 2

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"Blitzwing Gets Back His Ant Colony Confiscated by the City of Detroit" - Part 4 (Conclusion) Links to the comic strips: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

These morons well and truly deserve each other. Notes: AND THAT’S THAT! THE MONTH-LONG "Blitzwing Gets Back His Ant Colony Confiscated by the City of Detroit" NARRATIVE IS OFFICIALLY CONCLUDED! I know I went against my own words and typed out the dialogue for this final strip, but this last week has been so demanding regarding obligations outside of the comic itself that I literally couldn’t summon the mental energy necessary to write it all out. It was because of a lot of those obligations that I had to practically battle reality to get this week’s comic strip completed at all, but HELL OR HIGH WATER, I WAS going to get this week’s strip done! But let there be no mistake, this has been a fun and very enlightening experience! I learned a lot about how I draw, how I learn from my own mistakes amidst an artistic process, and even gained some insight on how short stories are written. I said I would make a comic detailing how Blitzwing got his ant colony back, and by GOD I made that happen! And I PROMISE not to take them away from him again! Even at its most stressful times, I still got a bit of a kick out of looking back on what exactly I was creating and the conversations I was getting to experience because I was creating this particular variety of nonsense in the first place. I made some jokes, I drew some ship art, I redesigned a couple characters, and, technically speaking, I even wrote a piece of fanfiction (well, a whopping eighteen combined panels worth, but still)! I have received incredibly helpful advice from my mutuals through the process of making these strips, and have been reminded of the ridiculous comedy of it all with every comment left on a posted strip that I could then laugh along with in turn! Leave it to the novice-level artist I am to BARGE into the TFA Blitzwing fandom and just start CATAPULTING the most out-of-nowhere fanon my brain could muster into it! However, as much as this may be a bummer of a bubble to pop, I want to clarify now that I won’t be doing a project like this again any time soon. I do have ideas for other comics (because what fan artist hasn’t been haunted by new story ideas while literally still trying to finish a pre-existing project), but they would probably be more episodic or even just uncolored comic strips. I don’t regret having made this series, but it took more out of me than I expected for where my energy levels have been these last few months. One silver lining to the whole experience is that my need for mental breaks led me to checking out other fans’ Blitzbee projects for motivation, which is why I’m currently on chapter 10 of that well-known Blitzbee fanfic “Showstoppers” (this is actually kind of a big deal or me because I’ve never really read a multi-chapter fanfic before)! 

Anyways, this got really long (even for me), so I can summarize it all by simply saying this: 

[crybaby-bkg]

I’m taking another creative writing class this semester but I’m so nervous bc writing hasn’t been coming as easily to me bc of this time of year + grief but I hope this class pulls me out of this rut 🥲

[cloudwhisper23]

I cannot believe I might actually be considering writing an essay about video game lore. What has my life come to?

[mw00nie]

older boyfriend nanami headcanons

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A/N: i have exams soon so i have lots of ideas to write so i'm posting as much as i can rn 😭😭 also these contain some nsfw

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older boyfriend!nanami who always adjusts his pace to match yours. whether you're walking down a busy street or folding laundry side by side. He’s not rushing anywhere when he's with you. Being present with you is the point.

older boyfriend!nanami who folds your laundry exactly the way you like it. even your silly socks. even your oversized tshirts. he’s meticulous and thoughtful, and you didn’t even ask him to do it.

older boyfriend!nanami who keeps track of the smallest details: how you take your tea, what skincare products you’re running low on, that one book you said you wanted but never bought. He doesn’t announce it. You just find things quietly replaced or added to your shelf.

older boyfriend!nanami who doesn’t mind being teased for being a little bit of an old man. You’ll call him grandpa for drinking herbal tea before bed or sighing when he sits down, and he’ll just raise an eyebrow and say, “And yet you still insist on keeping me around.”

older boyfriend!nanami who keeps one of your hair ties around his wrist even though his hair is short. says it’s “just in case,” but you’ve never actually seen him use it. You catch him playing with it absentmindedly during meetings.

older boyfriend!nanami who calls you “darling” when he’s tired and his guard is down. It slips out like second nature; warm, low, reverent.

older boyfriend!nanami who always makes sure you’re walking on the inside of the sidewalk. It’s instinctive, not performative. If you switch sides by accident, he’ll gently guide you back with a hand on your lower back, no need to comment on it.

older boyfriend!nanami who sends you articles and short stories during his lunch break that “reminded me of you” sometimes it’s thoughtful, sometimes it’s hilarious, but every time it’s his way of saying I’m thinking about you.

older boyfriend!nanami who reads to you in bed when you’re too tired to focus. voice low and steady, thumb rubbing slow circles into your thigh as your head rests against his shoulder.

older boyfriend!nanami who doesn’t raise his voice when he’s upset. His anger shows in restraint. longer silences, slower breaths, the way he closes his eyes for a second like he’s trying to steady the weight of what he feels instead of letting it lash out.

older boyfriend!nanami who apologizes when he’s wrong. sincerely, without ego, and who listens when you’re upset. even if he’s tired. even if the day was long. You matter more.

older boyfriend!nanami who listens when you talk about your day. actually listens. Not just nodding along, but making thoughtful comments, remembering coworkers’ names, and offering advice only if you ask. Sometimes he just says, “That sounds exhausting. I’m proud of you for handling it.”

older boyfriend!nanami who takes his time undressing you, piece by piece, like every layer is a gift. You get the sense that he doesn’t see it as just getting you naked. it’s about revealing the parts of you you trust him with.

older boyfriend!nanami  who is very aware of his size, not just in height but everywhere. He’s careful, unless you ask him not to be. And when you do? His restraint crumbles just a little. He’ll fuck you slow but deep, jaw tight, voice strained with want.

older boyfriend!nanami who is unexpectedly vocal in bed. low praise, soft groans, breathy murmurs of “just like that” and “you’re doing so well.” Always with a hand somewhere on your skin like he’s grounding himself through touch.

older boyfriend!nanami who isn’t into degrading or overly rough stuff, but dirty talk? Soft filth murmured into your ear while he’s deep inside you? Absolutely. “You’re taking me so well.” “You don’t even know what you do to me.” “I’d give you anything.”

older boyfriend!nanami who fucks you with his whole body, not just his hips. His arms around you. His lips on your skin. One large hand holding your jaw gently while he kisses you deep and slow like he’s reminding you (and himself) that you’re real, and his.

older boyfriend!nanami  who prefers intimacy over performance. He’s not interested in theatrics. he wants to feel you, slow and deep, with your hands tangled in his, your breath on his neck, your voice in his ear.

older boyfriend!nanami who’s very composed most of the time, but the second you take control, straddle him, or kiss down his chest, that composure cracks. his voice gets breathier. his grip on your hips tightens. you see the restraint unraveling in real time.

older boyfriend!nanami who gets possessive in subtle, understated ways. he doesn’t say “you’re mine” in bed, he shows it in the way he touches you like you're sacred, the way his voice deepens when someone else flirts with you, the way he fucks you slow and deep like he’s leaving something behind.

older boyfriend!nanami  who loves aftercare. loves wiping you down, pulling you into his arms, holding your hand against his chest. He’ll murmur, “You okay?” with his lips at your hairline, and doesn’t fall asleep until you do.

older boyfriend!nanami who takes his time during aftercare. he wipes you down with warm towels, gets you water, runs a bath if you're too sore. he massages your thighs, kisses your forehead, and holds you close with his arms tucked protectively around your waist.

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[alexackrman]

I’m officially back!!! I’ve missed being on tumblr, I miss seeing all the art and writings and everyone on here!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[pleasureable]

Pink Goes Well with Purple

Summary - After entering in a series of death games, a popstar fallen from grace finds comfort in a certain purple haired stranger.

Warnings - mentions of reader having pink hair (hence the title lol), ooc Thanos?, bad writing, please excuse any grammatical errors, this is pretty short

A/N - this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction for a character so I know this story might be hot ass, I just really wanted to jump on the Thanos bandwagon since he's one of my favs from this season and there's not enough fics on here for him to quench my thirst lol

Once a universally loved popstar, the emotional distress caused by the separation from your ex-boyfriend caused you to fall down a rabbit hole of sex and drugs, not to mention the $70,000,000 lawsuit you were slapped with after punching a paparazzi for putting his camera just a tad bit too close to your face. The heavy fallout from the legal battle was enough to make the whole world turn its back on you. Essentially blacklisted from the industry as a whole, you were desperate to rebuild your image (or at least get your money back) in any way you possibly could.

That's when you were approached by a man in a suit offering you $100,000 if you beat him in a game of ddakji. Managing to win 2 out of the 3 games played, you were given your $200,000 as promised by the suit-clad man standing before you.

"You know, I have a simple solution to your debts." he said. You were confused as to how he knew you had debts, you didn't recall mentioning your financial situation to him, at all. You tried to brush his comment off, maybe he had seen your name in a tabloid mentioning your lawsuit somewhere and he recognized you.

"How do you know I'm in debt?"

No answer, he just pulled a card out of the inside pocket in his suit and handed it to you. "We don't have many spots left so if you're interested, please call us as soon as possible." Then, he was gone.

You spent the rest of the day looking at the brown business card given to you, you took notice of the shapes that were on the front of it. The simplistic design of the card was weirdly intriguing. On the back, a phone number. On one hand, you didn't want to be wasting your time. On the other hand, you needed money in order to rebuild your life. So, this could either be the biggest scam or the biggest blessing of your entire life.

Fuck it, you dialed.

You didn't really know it at the time, but that phone call would unleash a chain of events that would change your life, forever.

That's how you winded up in the situation you were in now. Transported to a room designed to simulate a courtyard, a giant doll on the other side of the room.

Suddenly, you heard a voice come up from behind you, "Hey señorita" the deep voice spoke. Turning your head around, your eyes were met with the sight of a tall, purple haired man. "Knew I recognized that pretty pink hair from somewhere. You're that singer that socked that paparazzi guy in the face; Y/N, right?"

"Yes, Y/N. Who are you?" I said back. "You don't know who I am?" He said, a twinge of pretend hurt in his voice. "Am I supposed to?" You always had a slight dislike for people who expected everyone to know who they were. Clearly, this guy was one of those people.

"No, but we can get to know each other. Tell me about yourself, beautiful."

"Are you flirting with me?" a slight smirk began to form on your face. While his attitude was a bit off-putting, he was pretty cute.

"Yo, pink hair, you're so fine

like a bouquet of flowers, all intertwined

You're the rose to my thorn, the petal to my stem

Red, orange, yellow, green

I'm a legend, Thanos"

You giggled at his comically bad attempt at freestyling. "Thanos, huh? I guess that would explain the purple hair. Although, you're not as hideous as the titan."

"I'll take that as a compliment, petal."

Masked men wearing pink jumpsuits began to round up every other person who was dressed in the same blue-green sweatsuit as you and Thanos; you did a quick head count, confirming the amount of people to be about 400. Once a female voice on the intercom explained that you were all going to participate in a game of Red Light Green Light, the big robotic doll began to recite the games' chant.

Red light, a bee had landed on the neck of the girl standing in front of Thanos while the doll was scanning the room for movement. ''There's a bee on you, don't freakout." Instantly, the girl began to swat at her neck in an attempt to get the insect off. While the scene unfolding was slightly amusing to watch, your heart felt like it had stopped once a single bullet pierced her forehead. Her blood had splattered onto Thanos's face, and you watched as his face dropped once her body hit the ground.

Green light, Thanos picked up his cross-shaped necklace and opened it, revealing an array of colorful, circular pills. "Want one, petal? They'll help you relax." Red light, you stood still while staring at the pills in his hands; you had been clean for a little over 3 months now, but pill popping had never sounded better. "Fuck it, give me one."

Green light, he quickly placed a blue colored pill in your hand then grabbed an orange pill for himself. He grabbed your hand and started to lead you both further across the courtyard. Immediately, you began to feel the effects of the mysterious pill you had just ingested. As you continued to advance through the game, your vision became nothing but a colorful kaleidoscopic blur. The sudden energy burst allowed you and Thanos to quickly cross the red finish line, jumping, dancing, and twirling together on the way there.

After the game was over, the remaining players were all taken back to the room where your bunk beds were. You and Thanos were standing against a wall together, giggling at seemingly nothing. "Stick with me from now on, petal. I'll protect you." He said, finishing his statement off with a playful wink. "THE Thanos wants to protect me? Wow, I'm so fucking lucky" you chuckled. "I'm serious! I wouldn't want anything to happen to my flower now, would I?"

You just looked at him with a slight smile. His nickname for you made you blush, your cheeks taking on a subtle hue that matched your hair. He had such a way with words, you couldn't help but be totally charmed by him. "Fine then, let's team up. Thanos the Mad Titan and Y/N, Popstar Fallen from Grace; world's greatest duo." Your words made him smile like an idiot. He loved your company already.

"Of course we're the world's greatest duo. Pink goes well with purple, petal."

[aeyumicore]

hey I love your stories (I live on them). Can I make a request? Can you write a Zayne Fic where the Zayne is tired and she is giving him a massage but that massage escalates into a full blown love making. But Zayne is letting her top him, he let's her take control while he sits back and enjoy the so called massage. Squeezing his chest and then teasing him by squeezing his thigh muscles and maybe his *cakes* too...hehehe

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━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: zayne x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ WORD COUNT: 2.2k unedited | ao3

━ .ᐟ✧ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, massage m!receiving, reader tops zayne, spanking, unprotected seggs, butt fondling m!receiving

━ ✧.˖ A/N: in honor of zayne's main story branch <3 again i don't typically take requests but i may start doing shorter scenarios like this! so feel free to send them :) hope everyone is having a good zayne day!! i haven't done the new story yet, but plan to soon! i don't mind spoilers so feel free to yap in my messages or inbox. this is not edited.

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“Let me take care of you.”

Zayne should have known better than to trust those angelically unassuming words, his devilish little minx. But the thought of your delicate fingers kneading into his tense bundles of muscles, after he’d been on his feet for a 10 hour surgery, was too heavenly to give up.

He should’ve known you were up to something when you straddled him in just your panties, claiming you didn’t want to get your shorts greasy with the self-heating massage oil.

“Sweetheart…” he’d warned as your hands danced down the arch of his lower back, hissing as your nails grazed the contours of his back muscles. The feeling of your bare thighs sitting against the sensitive skin of the underside of his ass was enough to have him growing harder by the second.

He definitely should’ve known you were up to no good when your fingers cupped his rear, digging in so perfectly that he couldn’t help the sinful groan that escaped his lips. 

He tensed so adorably that you couldn’t help but continue to rub soothing circles into the plush mound of his ass. His strong glute muscles would squeeze every time you came close to the edges of his cheeks, daring yourself to go further. 

“I should’ve known you were up to no good,” Zayne moaned, his words muffled as his face pressed into the towel you had laid out on your shared mattress. 

You giggle, using your nails to gently rake up and down his rear, biting your lip as you can visibly see the goosebumps form on his pale skin. You bend down to press a kiss into his waist, dangerously close to unchartered territory.

Luckily for him, you save that for another night. Though it wasn’t necessarily something Zayne was opposed to, he was far too exhausted tonight to indulge in such unfamiliar endeavors. For tonight, he just wanted to submit to the pleasures of comforting intimacy. 

Though he couldn’t deny, the idea of exploring new heights of pleasure with you left him flustered and excited, evident by the way his now painfully hard cock was pressed into the bed as you straddled him. 

You begin to kiss up his spine, pressing your lips into his shoulder blades as you whisper into his neck.

“Does it not feel good?”

Zayne groans at your feigned innocence, his face turning to the side to try and catch your lips as they breathe into his sensitive neck. Your presence was having the opposite effect on him. With you around, he was more pent up than ever. 

But to his dismay, you pull back with an adorable grin on your face, returning your attention to the task at hand. 

You get off his thighs, “Turn over, please.”

Zayne hesitates, but knows better than to deny you. You had him wound so tightly around your fingers that there’d be no point to try and hide from you. Hide the way he was very much…pent up.

So when he finally does turn over, he doesn’t even try to cover his angrily erect cock. It stands so proud against his stomach, demanding attention. 

Zayne sits up on his elbows, his abdomen quivering as he breathes heavily. His eyes, intense and smoldering, watch you carefully, anticipating your next move. Glistening beads of pre drip down his cock like a melting popsicle, as if daring you for more. 

“Well? Will you take care of me, my love?”

And that was a request you could absolutely never refuse. 

-

Zayne’s skin is slick against yours, creating the most filthy clapping of skin against skin as you bounce on his lap. His face is buried in your chest, teeth capturing your poor and abused nippeles as he holds you tight, his thick forearms wrapped around your waist. 

He fights to keep his thighs still, wanting to let you “take care of him” like you so desperately asked to do. Though you have a paced rhythm, he wishes you’d go harder. 

Zayne leans back against the headboard of the bed, relinquishing your sweet and tender skin from his lips. His eyes can’t help but wander south, watching your thighs quiver as they bounce eagerly on his own bulging muscles. 

“You’re doing so well, beautiful,” he praises with starstruck eyes, hypnotized by the ripples of your thighs against his cleanly shaven pelvis. Your body never failed to amazon him, even as a physician and surgeon. The way your perfect taut walls could take all of him in; it was nothing short of mind-blowing. 

“Y-Yeah?” you whine, body tightening at the surgeon’s praises, “Does it feel good, Zayne?” Your hips roll furiously against him, eyes falling into your skull when his curved cock strokes against your spongy g-spot.

“Ah – You’re just what I needed,” Zayne grunts, eyes now watching the way your beautiful breasts bounce, right in front of his face like a damn taunt, “You’re dangerous.”

Your hips stutter at the guttural growl in his tone, his throat bobbing as he watches you, “What do you – ahngh – mean?”

Zayne grips your chin to steady your dreary head, watching with an amused glint in his hazel eyes as you start to lose yourself to the please, your rhythm faltering.

“I don’t expect people to be accepting of the idea that their surgeon is thinking about this,” Zayne grabs your clit, his hand slipping between your oiled bodies, “When he’s treating them.”

Your body convulses against Zayne’s expertly twisting fingers, as you nearly double over at his lewd confessions, “N-No! Let me.”

Zayne chuckles, knowing you want to be the one to take care of him. 

Reluctantly, he removes his fingers, settling his palms on your waist instead, looking up at you with all the wondrous adoration in the world reflected in his eyes. 

“Show me, sweetheart. Show me how you want to take care of me.”

His demanding purr fuels you with a need to prove yourself, your hips moving with renewed eagerness. With every roll of your pelvis, you clit brushes against the forming stubble on his crotch, sending sparks of pain singed euphoria straight into your core. It fizzles all throughout your body, making your fingertips numb with a pleasure you’re all too familiar with,

A pleasure Zayne has brought upon your body too many times to count.

Zayne groans at the feeling of your slick smearing messily against him, your bodies so slippery and sweaty with torrid pleasure. Though he wished he could take control, show you how badly he needed to pound against your cervix, force his way into your womb, watching you so prettily sob as you bounced atop him was nearly just as blissful. 

Your soft skin shines so beautifully before him, a heavenly light reflected against your resplendent curves. Zayne is so suddenly consumed with the need to feel your plush flesh against his itching fingers.

He takes two fistfulls of your ass, biting the inside of his cheek as he watches you with hooded lids. The sounds of your moans in response to his possessive hold ignites him with the need for more. 

So as you rock onto his thick manhood for all he’s worth, his palm comes down onto your ass with a force that makes your entire body quake. His hand comes down so strongly against the globes of your rear that the massage oil on your skin splashes, creating darkened splatters on the fabric of Zayne’s expensive comforter.

You’re so surprised by his actions that your bounces flutter to a halt, your throat eliciting a choked squeal of surprise and arousal. Your fingers dig into Zayne’s shoulders, the sting of his hand spider webbing from your ass, spreading all the way up to your spine. 

Zayne nearly cums right then and there, feeling just how excited and tight your cunt coiled against his cock, from him spanking you. But he bites his cheek, fighting the way his manhood fights to release inside you and the way his fingers itch with the need to spank you again.

“So tight,” he chokes out, cock lurching inside you, fighting against how fucking good you feel against him, how tightly you’re wound by him spanking you, “Hah – do you like it when I do that, sweetheart?”

Zayne had never been aroused by the idea of inflicting pain on you, even during sex. He’d never had the urge to spank you, never really saw the appeal in it. The most sadistic tendencies he had when making love to you was to grab your throat, squeezing just barely enough to make you whine. 

But now as you tighten in excitement in response to him smacking the soft fat of your ass, nodding so damn eagerly, as if you want him to spank you more…it’s enough to turn Zayne into a sadist.

So when you falter, nearly coming undone by the surprise of his demanding palm, Zayne’s hand comes down on you again. On impact, his fingers dig in, grabbing two handfuls of your luscious skin, forcing you to rock onto him. He helps you up and down, fingers soothing circles into the stinging skin that he’d struck. 

At this point you’re no longer doing any of the work, Zayne’s strong hands jostle you up and down, fucking you onto his cock like his precious little doll. Your body is far too gone, far too delirious from your newfound obsession with the way Zayne can blend pain and pleasure. You’re only capable of fucked out sobs, your head coming to lean against Zayne’s muscled chest as you come ever so close to your release. 

As Zayne rubs soothing circles into your prickling skin, he whispers huskily into your ear.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmurs, voice tinged with his own desperate need to release, “I’m always thinking about the next time I get to be inside you.”

“But I want to take care of you,” he pleads, giving your ass one last gentle smack, as if he can’t hold his hands back from the feeling of your delicious skin, “Will you let me do that?”

Zayne lifts your chin to look at him, his golden green eyes shiny with a fervent desperation, expecting you to answer him even though you were clearly in no state to speak.

When your mouth flaps open and shut, Zayne chuckles, pressing your head back into his warm chest, cradling you so gently as if he wasn’t actively rearranging your guts. He buries his face into the top of your head, enjoying the way your pheromones invade his senses and fill him with the animalistic need to mark you with his cum. 

“I’m going to fill you up, okay?” he breathes into your hair, “Don’t waste any of it.”

You nod vigorously, relieved you can finally let your orgasm take over. 

“I-I can take it all!” you squeal as he bounces you harder, desperate to cum himself, “I’ll be good Zayne, please!”

A growl rips from Zayne’s throat as a deafening smack! reverberates as he spanks you one last time, “Yes you can, that’s my girl.”

As the sting ripples out from your ass, you come so violently undone all over Zayne’s lap, the wet paps of his continued movements making your release smear everywhere.

Between that and the massage oil, it’s a slippery and moist mess of unfiltered heat. Zayne doesn’t take long to follow behind, pressing his lips to yours hungrily as he shoots inside of you. He’s so eager that his teeth knock into yours, but you barely notice, only focussed on the way his seed fills you, his cum so contrastingly hot compared to the icy feel of his skin against yours.

Zayne squeezes you so tightly against his body as he comes undone, making it nearly impossible for you to breathe. His moans are choked, strangled as if he himself is struggling to breathe. His hands slowly come to a stop, cock stilling as it spurts its very last drop.

Your bodies heave against one another, Zayne’s breath hot against your ear. He presses a languid kiss into your pulse, sighing in bliss. 

With the last of your strength, you use your fingers to dig gently into Zayne’s back, trying to smooth out the remaining knots in his muscles. Your head is still propped against Zayne’s pecs, your thighs caging his, and your cunt still snugly wrapped around him. 

Zayne groans at the feeling, “What are you doing?”

You mumble tiredly against his heartbeat, “Need t’finish your massage.”

Zayne curses, grabbing a hold of your wrists in his long and slender fingers. You look at him in surprise, eyes wide in question.

“I’ve had back to back surgeries every night this week.”

“I know,” you tilt your head in confusion, “That’s why I want to finish your massage.”

Zayne sighs in frustration, before leaning into your neck, your wrists still captured by his grasp. 

“Do you have any idea how…starved I am? You’re provoking a ravenous animal right now.”

The realization of just how touch-starved Zayne has become this last week sinks in. How even the innocent touch of your hands against his back has him alert and ready inside you. Your stomach flutters.

“Then…let me take care of you.”

And even though Zayne should have known better, he can’t help but once again give into the whims of the woman who had him utterly and completely wrapped around her finger.

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⏦ﾟ♡︎ Who Is Your Next Partner? ⏦ﾟ♡︎

Note: Hello everyone! I am back with another general reading to discover more about who your next partner is going to be! This is a softer version of my last reading, yet there's still a small +18 part so please, be aware. Have fun and take it with a grain of salt <33 for any personal readings please contact my email (on my profile) and ask for the brochure/catalogue

-> Take a deep breath before choosing one of the bouquets. Have fun!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕆𝕟𝕖: ℍ𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕤

.☘︎ ݁˖ What Do They Look Like?

⋆☀︎. When it comes to their physical appearance your next partner seems to have a medium height. From what I am able to catch up on, we have here someone who has black hair, rather on the longer side than on the short side. Long legs, they have a more reserved aesthetic to them (for some this is someone who likes to dress on black a lot or can have an alternative style to them). They are a fire sign aries, leo or sagittarius in Sun or Rising

.☘︎ ݁˖ Their Personality

⋆☀︎. Seems like your future partner is someone with some type of anxiety attached to them, they move alone very fast, they don’t have time to wait around. instead they like fast paced dynamics and energies

⋆☀︎. They are super brave, they are someone who are full of courage and they don’t back down on things. will stand up for you and for those in needs too, they hate injustices 

⋆☀︎. They have this profile of being a leader. Meaning they are a little bossy, they like things their way, they like to be in control of the situation and on the relationship as well

⋆☀︎. Very bright energy, they are truly fire dominant. They are humorous, funny, with a good spirit overall. they aren’t boring or gloomy, no despite their aesthetic, they truly have a strong and bright personality 

⋆☀︎. They have a curious personality by nature, they always have new ideas and new ambitions to do in life 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Meeting

⋆☀︎. For most of you, this is someone you will find through social media or someone you will talk with through social media a lot (or through text). There’s a lot of telecommunications, exchanging numbers, sending each other reels or messages on a daily basis. Can also be for many, from a dating app depending on what you are more comfortable/what resonated with you. Seems like for some of you, this person is already in your life and for others, it might come soon 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Relationship Dynamics

⋆☀︎. It feels like the beginning of the relationship is a little complicated because they might not want to commit with you or you might not want to commit with them and they will think leaving is better so they don't waste their time). They are someone who often tend to isolate themselves when something isn’t right 

⋆☀︎. Writing texts to you daily, leaving cute little notes, looking out for you, writing you poems or confessions might be something that will happen a lot in the relationship

⋆☀︎. They are someone you truly are going to create good memories with them. In a way that when you look back in your past, this isn't a story you will regret of living 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Smash Dynamics

⋆☀︎. They have an oral fixation, so this is someone who probably loves oral in a intimate context and any thing related to the voice and the mouth: (oral sex giving and receiving, kissing, spitting kink, licking and biting, accent or voice fetish, being very loud in the bedroom or gaging depending on the people). They might also have a thing for hair pulling play and denial play. They are more on the dominant side it seems 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Adicional Info

⋆☀︎. For a minority of you, this can be someone who has a past with justice (used to be a troublemaker, prison, isolation, ect) and for others they are someone who have had quite a rough childhood 

⋆☀︎. Because of this, it might be the reason why your future partner is someone that gets overwhelmed easily and doesn't deal well with certain feelings. they can often feel paranoid about a few things in their life which can make you and him struggle in the relationship 

⋆☀︎. This might not be the person who you end up marrying (if you plan to marry)since there’s a lot of lack of long term success in the cards provided. Yet they are part of your beautiful story 

⋆☀︎. For some of you, this person is a childhood friend

⋆☀︎. They truly have that avoidant type of attachment which can make it hard at the beginning because you can feel like they don't care or aren't interested when they are. they just suck at expressing it 

⋆☀︎. The recovery from this relationship will be long and probably painful 

⋆☀︎. A few dates that can be important: 50 weeks, 24 (your age or their, months, week or days), 2 (months, week or days)

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕨𝕠: ℍ𝕪𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕤

.☘︎ ݁˖ What Do They Look Like?

⋆☀︎. Okay so it seems like your partner is someone so hypnotic, their energy truly is something interesting here. They are most likely to be an earth sign taurus, virgo or capricorn in their sun, rising or stellium. This is someone for the majority that will have blond or light brown hair. Physically, they are tall for their gender, they have a very nice build, a perfect middle and their energy is super captivating. big eyes although i am unable to check for colors. 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Their Personality

⋆☀︎. They are sooo ambitious, like the main energy they have around them, is truly to be all about their success and their ambition. They are definitely someone who are very career oriented 

⋆☀︎. Despite being goal oriented they also have that child-like self to them. meaning that they aren't all work and they are able to be on the light and childish side as well when with comfortable people 

⋆☀︎. They are super vigilant with people, meaning they don't allow everyone to get close to them and they don't trust everyone either. They have some trust issues but that's because they know the world can be a harsh place

⋆☀︎. But other than that, they truly are someone who enjoys life and enjoy to be able to travel, to spend their money as they wish without stopping themselves for monetary reasons 

⋆☀︎. For some of you, this is also someone who has a true belief of their spiritual self (meaning that depending on the people this can be someone linked to their relation, believer of the spiritual world or even someone who has some spiritual gifts)

.☘︎ ݁˖ Meeting

⋆☀︎. Depending on you, there’s three possibilities of how you can meet this person but one thing is in common: this person will revolutionize your life because they will happen when you least expect it and when you least feel prepared which can be destabilizing for some. i will now list the three possibilities

⋆☀︎. 1 -> it happens after the end of your current relationships or it will happen while you are still processing a past breakup that was extremely harsh and hard to deal with 

⋆☀︎. 2 -> you will meet them through work related spaces, or it can be someone older that is acting like a boss/a mentor/a teacher that will present them to you 

⋆☀︎. 3 -> you will meet them during a travel, or like outside of your current residency   

.☘︎ ݁˖ Relationship Dynamics

⋆☀︎. I didn’t get much on the dynamic of the relationship other than that you or them are probably going to try and run away from these feelings because they are just so intense. you or them could be afraid of feeling all of that, taking in account of your past life and your experiences. love can be quite scary due to the fear of disappointment 

⋆☀︎. I believe this is a relationship that will truly change a few things in your brain. it’s mentally stimulating but also deeply healing in an emotional aspect 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Smash Dynamics

⋆☀︎. Oh they can have a huge thing for exhibitionism or voyeurism (watching you touch yourself or making you watch them, having someone else watching, doing it in semi public places or when there’s people around you or in the next room). I feel like they are a people pleaser in the bedroom, your pleasure comes before their own. also for the ones who are getting male partners, they are quite huge in size. they also love the romantic aspect to sex and fucking you while you wear stuff from them (can be a sweat, jersey, uniform or even just a collar or a necklace)

.☘︎ ݁˖ Adicional Info

⋆☀︎. They used to be spoon fed financially. so this is someone who comes from a rather good and established family. Financially they are secure and money has their value and importance on their morals 

⋆☀︎. This person is, depending on the people, either your twin flame, a romantic soulmate, a karmic relationship or a spiritual soulmate. the connection between you two is almost instantly and strong

⋆☀︎. This is a relationship that will make you both work a lot to make it work. mostly because of goals and careers that need to be decided and t be worked on. but the more you spend time working on this relationship, the better it will be 

⋆☀︎. They are someone who have probably suffered depression before in their life, and that has left wounds in them. For some there’s still symptoms of anxiety, depression, fear, and inner turmoil. feelings they are still processing 

⋆☀︎. Also i feel like in the beginning you will have to really release burdens if you want to make it work with this person

⋆☀︎. Finally, they are someone who will treat you right and they will try to cover for you financially, or at least the best they can. they are practical, they are financially productive and you have to get on their level to make it work. They don't mind spending all the pennies on you if you are also ready to work on goals and be there for them. They won’t act like a sugar daddy/mommy

⋆☀︎. A few dates that can be important: 1 months and half, 12 (months, week or days), 4 (months, week or days) and 3 (months, week or days)

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖: ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

.☘︎ ݁˖ What Do They Look Like?

⋆☀︎. I believe that for most this is someone who is rather tall and has a heavy feel to it (depending on the people they can be on the curvier side, have some weight to them or like have that bear built to them). their hair is rather short, they have whiter skin as well or at least most of them are caucasian. brown eyes, smaller eyes as well. They have a water sign, cancer, scorpio, pisces sun, rising or stellium.

.☘︎ ݁˖ Their Personality

⋆☀︎. They love children and probably want to have their own family, the sooner the better. They are good with the kids too which can be a reason why they want to have their own family 

⋆☀︎. They might look intimidating but they are truly someone sweet. They are always nice to people, they have that joy with them and they never say no to helping others. peopçle often take them for granted

⋆☀︎. Also i wanted to add that there’s sagittarius and virgo in their chart  sun, rising or stellium for some of you beside the water signs indicated above

⋆☀︎. The theme of the family is really present. They are someone close to their family, which is important to them and probably one of their priorities. they want to build and construct their own home and family, this is someone who truly wants to be parent one day 

⋆☀︎. Finally, this is someone who is rather stable in their life in general. career, family, self, financially. they are someone who have things figured out and need someone who can be added in that stability 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Meeting

⋆☀︎. Similar to pile 2, there are case scenarios on how you might meet this person but again, the common point with everyone is that its probably going to happen during mercury retrograde for many of you. for some it will happen during a time of revindication, a time where you believe that your life is upside down and that nothing makes sense anyone 

⋆☀︎. 1-> some of you will find this person after a breakup. meaning either you broken up with a current partner, either you are dealing with a breakup or after they break up with their partner

⋆☀︎. 2-> you guys will meet through work related stuff. maybe this person or yourself will have an opportunity to be in the same space as you and that's how you both get to meet each other. it was also all from a deeper manifestation  

.☘︎ ݁˖ Relationship Dynamics

⋆☀︎. There's a lot to say about this relationship which is really exciting. first thing, take into account that this person is a boss of themselves and they will treat you with respect and with the honor you deserve. probably want to take care of you and give you the typical “princess treatment” or at least to really treat you like royalty 

⋆☀︎. However the beginning of the relationship can feel a little boring for some because the new boundaries and rules are instored. there’s also a lot of expectations and perfectionism 

⋆☀︎. They are the type of person that love to make surprises, so expect them to spoil you as much as they can. flower, presents, oh this little thing you were looking at or mentioned to like having. they truly enjoy to show their affection by giving you presents 

⋆☀︎. If I can give you any advice, this is a relationship that you both really need to work on, especially because there will be people on both sides that don't like what you have. don't listen to others and live your own romance with them

⋆☀︎. This relationship will feel like “saved-saving”. meaning that you both entered the life of the other to bring peace and stability. to heal each other and save each other from a fate that feels gloomy and lonely

.☘︎ ݁˖ Smash Dynamics

⋆☀︎. This is quite interesting but their kinks are quite vast but they are mainly related to consumption in a way (feeding you, making you swallow their cum, substance use such as alcohol or weed). i also feel they have a thing for chest, boob play and releasing all over their partners chest. Mirror sex can also be something they are into, fucking their partner from behind either in doggy style or straight up standing up can also be something they love. 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Adicional Info

⋆☀︎. This might be the person who you end up having children with as the pregnancy card is coming our a lot throughout this reading 

⋆☀︎. They are someone who loves to overspend on stuff, they have very little notion of money as in a way that they like to please themselves. they can be greedy with it sometimes

⋆☀︎. They are someone really brave based on what they went through in their past. they are stable and firm in their ideas, and have the right amount of social battery and friends in their circle 

⋆☀︎. They might have the bad tendency to often be self limiting with themselves, like they self neglect a lot and they are highly self critical of themselves as well. this comes from mostly their past trauma and life experience 

⋆☀︎. It feels like you both have met in previous lives. the sensation of having deja vus with them will probably be high

⋆☀︎. Be careful. Sometimes they act and behave in a way that isn't in line with what they tell you. just communicate and it will make things easier. don't give them the silent treatment, their mind can play tricks 

⋆☀︎. Well. you and them are designed to meet. This is super interesting and exciting !

⋆☀︎. A few dates that can be important: 2 months, during the full moon or the new moon, 6 months, 4 (months, week or days)

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣: 𝔻𝕒𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤

.☘︎ ݁˖ What Do They Look Like?

⋆☀︎. When it comes to their height they are average height by their gender/cultural context. They are someone on the darker skin, tan, or just darker skinned than you. For most of you, this is someone with brown hair, in darker shades as well. They are not conventional beauty but they have such a magnetic energy and a beauty that is particular. They have a strong water energy, especially scorpio. In any case they can be either scorpio, cancer, pisces but also taurus sun, rising or stellium.

.☘︎ ݁˖ Their Personality

⋆☀︎. They are someone with quite an impulsive personality not gonna lie, they feel quite straightforward with their personality and with their ideals. its either everything or nothing with them

⋆☀︎. Your future partner is someone who does a lot of introspection which is probably to help them deal with the more impulsive side of themselves, they always reflect a lot on themselves, on others and the actions done

⋆☀︎. They are someone who drips with self worth and self confidence. it’s quite sexy i must admit. when you look at them, you know that they know what they are worth and what is their value 

⋆☀︎. They can be quite altruist with the people they are close with. they are known to be generous and that mostly with people who deserve it

⋆☀︎. Yet they are also someone who are very cunning. be aware because they can have the tendency to lie often or like have a past with cheating in their previous relationship 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Meeting

⋆☀︎. This is someone that you currently don't know, they will be someone new introduced in your life which can be quite exciting 

⋆☀︎. When it comes to where you will meet them. all the cards here speak of the exact same thing they are someone you will probably meet when you get overseas or traveling although this travel in specific can get quite delayed in your current life 

⋆☀︎. For some of you this is someone you will meet after you have moved out from your current spot. This can be moving out of cities, countries, dorms, apartments, and houses. they come with a change of your environment 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Relationship Dynamics

⋆☀︎. Like I have stated before, this can be someone you will meet that has a history of cheating on their partner. although there's also a feel, that for some of us this can be someone whom you can cheat with (so cheating on your current partner for this new one, or they will cheat on their partner with you)

⋆☀︎. I feel like your dynamic will be quite a mix of being content, and pour enjoy and a love harmony and dynamic with a disconnecting feeling and a few struggles in the relationship 

⋆☀︎. This is a relationship that will be kept secret from the public for a few times for your own personal reasons. the dynamic is rather secretive, mysterious and discrete compared to couple who often try to expose their relationship online for example 

⋆☀︎. I also feel like there’s a lot of communication between the two of you. there’s something that just clicks. they compliment you a lot, they listen to you, they understand you they communicate and truly provide you a stimulation that you will get addicted on

.☘︎ ݁˖ Smash Dynamics

⋆☀︎. The kinks are quite booty related. Depending on the person this can indicate the following: spanking play, punishment play, booty groping and worship, loving when their partner’s but wiggles and jiggles, anal, rimming. they are also someone who loves riding positions, reserve cowgirl, you on top of them in a general sitting. calling you cute pet names too (bunny, dove) but also the dirty talking and names 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Adicional Info

⋆☀︎. They are for sure someone who is older than you. they have a little bit more maturity in certain things and also they are way more experienced than  you in the dating game. it can also be younger, but in any case, there’s age gaps between you and them

⋆☀︎. Your future partner is someone whom you will be able to progress as a person. you will learn a lot by being in a relationship with them

⋆☀︎. I think it’s also a relationship where you will be able to develop yourself more as a person and really learn about self development when it comes to your career and love, because they will push forward to it

⋆☀︎. I believe that you won't feel ready to get in a serious relationship with them due to fear of being hurt but things will be okay

⋆☀︎. There’s the possibility of some of you, that the old cycles from both parties will repeat themselves 

⋆☀︎. A few dates that can be important: 3 weeks, during the spring, 10 (months, week or days), 14 (months, week or days)

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖: 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕪

.☘︎ ݁˖ What Do They Look Like?

⋆☀︎. Your future partner is someone rather short in their height when it comes to their gender and cultural background. they are someone with a random normal and average looking body. depending on the people they are either super blond or have really dark hair. their energy is giving air sign, so gemini, libra, aquarius but also capricorn in sun, rising or stellium. 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Their Personality

⋆☀︎. I didn’t get much about them personally other than that they are really career and goal oriented. Money is a huge priority for them and they try to really work on their wealth. yet they are also super generous and they love to help those in need

⋆☀︎. I also feel like they truly have their priorities in check. They are someone who knows what they want, who is able to manage their time based on what needs to be done. they will b e able to adapt to you and your lifestyle rather well and quickly

.☘︎ ݁˖ Meeting

⋆☀︎. You might meet them quite late in your life tho, or at least there’s quite a few delays so it might not be for this year. but when you do it truly will feel like the best luck you ever had

⋆☀︎. Your future partner and you might find after you have spent so much time manifesting them. you might meet them in a career/study context depending on your situation

⋆☀︎. For some of you, you will only encounter this person the moment you let go of your current unhealthy habits (can be addictions, a past relationship you are hung up on, mental illnesses issues, ect, something holding you back)

⋆☀︎. And finally for some of you, you might encounter them in a more natural setting. when you are going out, you might meet them in a park, on the beach, during a walk in the forest or in the mountains. there’s a natural context here

.☘︎ ݁˖ Relationship Dynamics

⋆☀︎. I believe that this relationship will start as a relationship that is rather discreet and for some even secret (probably because for some of you it can be same sex relationships) and for others its simple to keep secret the beginning of the relationship 

⋆☀︎. I also believe that in this case, they are the one who will have a hard time committing to you, mostly because of their own past and they are probably afraid to get hurt r just not ready whenever you are, which can also be linked to why the relationship is kept secret or discreet in the beginning

⋆☀︎. Depending on you and your preferences, there’s one person here who will be sub to the other. so one of you truly have a more submissive side and will allow the other to take control of the whole relationship 

⋆☀︎. There’s a lot of sexual tension in your relationship dynamic, and for some of you this can start as a situationship, a one night stand or just a friends with benefits situationship 

⋆☀︎. It's a relationship that will be based on truth and on honesty. you both will trust each other enough to be completely transparent and honest with each other 

⋆☀︎. There might be times where one of you feel like leaving the relationship. there’s some commitment issues from one of you that an disturb the harmony of what you both have

.☘︎ ݁˖ Smash Dynamics

⋆☀︎. This is a little similar to pile 3 i believe, but basically they are someone who has kinks around consumption (alcohol, weed, intoxication sex, feeding, eating or including food in the bedroom). They are also someone who has a huge fixation of the chest of their partner so boob play is definitely something they would go for. rough and make up sex whenever there's feelings. the typical “no feelings attached” feeling to it. smash on the couch or around the balcony might be something they really like

.☘︎ ݁˖ Adicional Info

⋆☀︎. This is a relationship that will go through highs and lows in a very confusing way. there’s times where you will feel like there’s so much love to give and receive, and some times where one of you might feel lacing in some part of the relationship 

⋆☀︎. Be careful with lies. you both will try to built this relationship out of mutual trust, so it’s important that lies aren't said and if you discover a lie, try to figure out why it was said

⋆☀︎. You both are destined to meet nonetheless, so this is quite exciting to see. it feels like a karmic relationship which probably you both cant avid 

⋆☀︎. I feel like your relationship will bring conflict with others. probably because they do not approve of your relationship or because they are jealous there. 

⋆☀︎. It can b e a relationship where you and your partner sometimes feel very overwhelmed by the feelings and the events around you. there’s of course challenges and it might make you both exhausted, but if you push forward, you will be reward greatly 

⋆☀︎. A few dates that can be important: 4 months, july, may,, 29 (their age or yours, months, week or days), 16 (months, week or days), 8 (months, week or days)

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕩: 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪’𝕤 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙

.☘︎ ݁˖ What Do They Look Like?

⋆☀︎. Your future partner is someone average with their height baked on their gender and their cultural background. they are someone with a rather delicate body, so they might be more thin looking or even lean in some cases. Most of you will have a partner with blue eyes, while others with more ginger/red hair shades. their energy is giving air sign, so gemini, libra, aquarius in sun, rising or stellium. 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Their Personality

⋆☀︎. Okay there’s so much to say about their personality. for starting they are someone really unbiased with life, they believe in what they see. They are someone who are very independent and don't need others to function. They are intelligent, super smart even. they are clear with their speech and even have that pin of authority to them on the way they carry themselves 

⋆☀︎. They are someone who knows how to take care of business, they aren't scared to get their hands into the work, dirty or clean, they will get things done. they don't beat around the bush

⋆☀︎. Your future partner is also someone more mature than you in their personality and perception in life, so in some cases they might be some age gap between you and the,

⋆☀︎. They are also very patient with themselves and with the people around them. they don't los their calm often as they are controlled

⋆☀︎. Your future partner is someone who helps others (maybe also for some of you they are working in health or social care). they find themselves the most useful when they are there for people

⋆☀︎. Yet they also have quite a rebellious personality to their own, they probably are engaged in some causes they care for and love, probably very engaged in politics as well depending on the cases 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Meeting

⋆☀︎. I believe that your meeting with your future partner will happen under unfortunate events. this is too vast to properly explained but for some of you they will appear in your life or you will meet them through a moment where you will be going through a really bad luck (could be anything, disease, a sickness, an attack, an accident, a passing, ect) 

⋆☀︎. For some of you, you will meet this person in totally different circumstances. it will be where finally everything in your life seems to be finally working out. when you have made amends with yourself and like, and where a new cycle is starting

.☘︎ ݁˖ Relationship Dynamics

⋆☀︎. I think this is someone who truly will make you their wife/husband. They have what it takes to make this relationship a loving family. it's a rooted relationship, your dynamic really is based on a married couple, with your own habits and their own working in a perfect harmony. they might be the parent of your children as well if that is something you want

⋆☀︎. I also feel like your dynamic is super creative. meaning there’s not really a routine, there’s always novelty in the relationship to keep it interesting. they are super creative, and i believe they would bring a lot of romanticism an adventures into the dynamic 

.☘︎ ݁˖ Smash Dynamics

⋆☀︎. Like stated prior, this dynamic is all about romanticism it’s really making love more than just fucking. kinks are variable but they are focused on the softer side. on the connection made with the partner. they probably love missionaries, to look into your eyes. kissing, biting, hickeys, licking is something that would turn them on as well. morning sex, tangled under the sheets, where you both can feel each other close. an y position where they can hold you is what they seek

.☘︎ ݁˖ Adicional Info

⋆☀︎. I don't think they are related to you on a soul level. meaning this isn’t a soulmate, this isn’t a twin flame or even a karmic relationship. i think this is a new soul you shall connect through in this lifetime and who you will meet in your next lives as karmic relationships 

⋆☀︎. I think I said it earlier but this person is the person whom you will be able to build all of your life with. a house, a kid, a financial or business project, a pet. anything you wish you will be able to realize it with this person by your side

⋆☀︎. I feel like this is a relationship where there’s only blessings. they will be the light i your tunnel, the person that shows you that life can be happy, that life can be joyful and worth living 

⋆☀︎. A few dates that can be important: next month, April, 40 (their age or yours, months, week or days), 27 (their age or yours, months, week or days), 8 (months, week or days)

[achorusofnonsense]

The Pre-Timeline of Dimension 20

Just because I've seen a lot of confusion about this following the release of The Roll of a Lifetime: How Dimension 20 Sold Out Madison Square Garden, in which the story of how Dimension 20 got started is edited in such a way that viewers come away with an odd impression about the timeline, I thought I'd put together as clear and annotated a timeline as I can of how and when the Intrepid Heroes met, got into D&D, and got cast in Dimension 20, plus some of the greater context they were operating in. All of this is publicly available information, gleaned mostly from years of interviews, Adventuring Parties, NADDPod Short Rests, and social media posts.

1998: Noted science-fiction author Elaine Lee signs her ten-year-old son Brennan up for a Dungeons & Dragons game at October Country, a local comics and gaming shop, in order to provide him with a social and creative outlet after having to start homeschooling him due to pervasive bullying at school. Within weeks, he begins running his own games for fellow children.

December 1999: CollegeHumor.com launches, posting user-submitted funny and/or titillating content from around the web. Within a few years, banner ad revenue and merch sales have made its founders young tech millionaires. By 2004 they are hiring writers to produce original content.

August 2006: CollegeHumor is acquired by InterActive Corp. Shortly thereafter, Sam Reich is hired to produce video content on the strength of videos he'd posted online of his improv team Dutch West.

April 2007: CollegeHumor staff writers Jake Hurwitz and Amir Blumenfeld begin posting videos of themselves performing absurdist sketches in their downtime at work; this inspires the long-running Hardly Working series, in which CollegeHumor staff appear as heightened versions of themselves in the office.

2008: Brian Murphy is hired to answer phones at the CollegeHumor offices. He soon begins writing for the website and appearing in videos, striking up a nerdy friendship with staff artist Caldwell Tanner.

2011: Emily Axford is hired by CollegeHumor as part of a wave of new talent as the original CollegeHumor cast moves on to bigger opportunities. She and Murph are memorably cast as romantic interests in Jake & Amir videos; some time later, they begin dating.

Early 2014: CollegeHumor's video team relocates to Los Angeles in order to establish themselves as a traditional TV production house, including shows like Adam Ruins Everything and the Jake and Amir series Lonely and Horny. Murph and Emily are among the cast who make the move. They marry in September and begin developing the TV sketch show Hot Date.

Early 2015: Siobhan Thompson, Zac Oyama, and Grant O'Brien are hired to write and act in sketches for CollegeHumor as cast turnover continues. Emily and Siobhan become close friends, and Zac bonds with Murph and Emily over anime.

August 2015: Jake and Amir, having quit CollegeHumor earlier that year, start the podcast network Headgum, whose initial slate of podcasts is shows by other CollegeHumor alums.

November 2015: Brennan Lee Mulligan wins $50,000 on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, pays back a loan for medical expenses, and begins the process of relocating to Los Angeles to pursue more opportunities in production and development.

July 2016: Siobhan throws herself a birthday party, inviting people she knows from doing comedy in New York and Los Angeles. At the party, Emily overhears Brennan talking about D&D and corners him to ask him to run a game for her and her friends. During the conversation, Zac turns around, asking what they're talking about, and gets invited too. Siobhan, Zac, Emily, Murph, and Adam Ruins Everything producers Jon Wolf and Travis Helwig start playing in a home game with Brennan DMing. Murph plays a paladin, Emily a druid, Siobhan a ranger, and Zac a monk.

Around the same time: Lou Wilson meets Brennan through Upright Citizens Brigade (where Brennan coaches improv) and begins playing in a different home game as a barbarian. Both of these games are played in 3.5, Brennan's preferred edition of Dungeons & Dragons at the time.

September 2016: Murph, Emily and Caldwell start 8 Bit Book Club, a podcast about video game adaptations, on the Headgum network.

April 2017: Ally Beardsley is hired (along with Raphael Chestang and Rekha Shankar) to join the CollegeHumor sketch-video cast, as Siobhan has left to pursue other opportunities and Murph and Emily are busy with Adam Ruins Everything and Hot Date. During this round of hiring, Brennan is considered but doesn't make the cut, although a few months later he is hired part-time to write questions for Um, Actually. Ally and Zac become close friends and perform improv together.

Summer 2017: Zac leaves CollegeHumor to write on a new season of Adam Ruins Everything. Rather than go through another round of auditions and hires, Sam bumps Brennan up to main cast.

Fall 2017: Wanting more of a return out of their investment, IAC insists on CollegeHumor starting its own streaming service. Existing staff are required to pitch original shows. Brennan is halfway through writing a pitch document for a TTRPG actual play, citing the success of The Adventure Zone and Critical Role, when he is called into a meeting and asked how he would feel about DMing an actual play.

October 2017: Brian Murphy guests on If I Were You, Jake and Amir's flagship podcast, and explains Dungeons & Dragons. Jake is intrigued, Amir not so much.

November 2017: Dimension 20 begins the planning stages. For the next three months, Brennan works with producer David Kerns, coordinator Ebony Hardin, director Michael Schaubach and designer Rick Perry to develop a unique set, feel, and pace for the show. After some chemistry test games, the initial cast is set as Brian Murphy, Emily Axford, Siobhan Thompson, Zac Oyama, Lou Wilson, and Rekha Shankar, who has never played before.

December 2017: At a Headgum Christmas party, Jake Hurwitz corners Murph and suggests that they start a D&D podcast so that Jake can play.

January 18, 2018: Murph, Emily, Caldwell and Jake announce Not Another D&D Podcast on an episode of 8 Bit Book Club.

February 7, 2018: The first shooting day of Fantasy High, which will be the first season of Dimension 20. Only a few weeks before shooting, Rekha has a scheduling conflict and can't fit Dimension 20 in between her duties as head writer of CollegeHumor's sketches and developing other shows for Dropout; Ally Beardsley becomes her replacement at the Dimension 20 table. It is Ally's first time playing D&D at all; it is Brennan, Zac, Siobhan, and Lou's first time playing 5th edition. Earlier that day, Brennan shoots the first CEO video, which will net him viral notoriety and a vocal fanbase within the CollegeHumor audience, with an undercurrent of "finally, a straight white man" to the praise.

February 8, 2018: The first campaign episode of Not Another D&D Podcast is released. It releases weekly thereafter, and they are 32 episodes in and have done their first live show before Dimension 20 premieres.

September 26, 2018: The first two episodes of Fantasy High are available when Dropout goes live. It is the immediate breakout hit of the platform, so much so that the second season, The Unsleeping City, goes into production while Fantasy High is airing; but because it will take so long to edit before it's ready to air, a short "sidequest" is filmed in a weekend with Matt Mercer, Erika Ishii, Amy Vorpahl and Ify Nwadiwe from the online gaming world and Mike Trapp and Rekha from CollegeHumor to tide the audience over, establishing D20's production rhythms for the next several years.

[mechazushi]

⬆ A Live recreation of me scrolling down and slowly realizing what exactly I'm seeing right now.

But seriously, If you think a writer making something for your art is the highest honor, then it's the same for writers (if not more so) because-

HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT, MA HEART ✨💝🫶🥺🥰😍🔥💕💖🥹🌈🌌🏩🥇🎆🎇

I don't think I'm ever going to have another moment where I get to feel a dawning realization that I'm seeing what I wrote displayed on someone else's ART?!?!??!? Like, just, bvfjkbvfhebjveqIWROTETHATANDTHERESARTWITHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!FUCKANDITSREALLYGOODARTTOOOOO!!!!!!!!

I'm sorry, but Hoshina's Glare at the guards- I can't 😭🤣

As for the formatting, I personally have no problems with it, but there are a couple things that I've noticed as far as webcomics are set up. One: they try to be more show than tell or if they're lore dumping they frame it as a scene as the main character's thoughts on the subject matter after someone else drops a trigger word for the subject. Then they typically break everything up into two to three sentence word balloons dispersed between relevant art pieces that accentuate what's being said. That way, the art takes over and acts as what would have been my overly descriptive and flowery writing, thus leading to the need for less words. Two, If this was the beginning of a comic, then the second page would have to be refitted to act as the first, then I would have to find a way to trail the sentence structure to meld into what the characters are doing currently. (Again, this is just stuff I've noticed from reading way too many Historical inspiration drama webtoons. I have no certified knowledge as to how to actually frame a comic, so please take all this information with a large lump of salt. 😙)

This is just, I'm sorry- I can't even right now, it's just *sobs* it's so beautiful.

BY THE WAY- Now that chapter 117 came out (yes it still hasn't left my mind) Does anything about that chapter feels familiar to you? Like, I don't know, KAFKA ABSORBING A MILLION SOULS AFTER FIGHTING KAIJU NUMBER 9!?!?!? THE MORIWYVERN AND THE KAIJU INSIDE KAFKA FEEL WAY TOO SIMILAR TO ME AND IT'S KINDA SCARING ME!!?!?!? DID I ACCIDENTALLY PREDICT KAFKA'S FATE IN A ONE-OFF KN8 FANTASY AU FIC?!??!?!!?!

*licks tablet* I love this thing. :D

Since I've been struggling with colours, I started to try some stuff like webcomics/manga and it was very addicting and satisfying :)

I already see so much progress and change between page 1 and 3, and that I really haven't settled on a certain style yet haha

The skript's not mine, it's @mechazushi's wonderful contribution to our Kaiju Fantasy AU, we've been working on the past few months..

I sorta neglected the Ref sheets project, but I still can't bring my mind to move on from this story. It lives in my head rentfree <3

YOU CAN READ ALL OF IT HERE ON TUMBLR

I wouldn't have come up with a good skript/story myself, since words are sorta my weak spot, so I hope it's okay for you, that I'm taking your idea and literally your words xD..

I feel like the sentence's length is not exactly fit for manga, - naturally, since it is originally a fanfic.. therefore I altered a few things, but I feel like it would've needed some more adjustment.. I dunno..

[seren1tyhaze]

Unconditional

PAIRING: jaehyun x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

SUMMARY: dating a hot actor is great and all, until you find some texts on his phone that make you wonder if he's really the man of your dreams

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm back after another unplanned hiatus. Even when I'm not posting here, I'm always thinking about writing things and wanting to share more. I have written a couple things for Ao3 so those will be up there soon. As usual, Mr. Jeong Jaehyun himself has ruined me again with his new song and video to the point where I sat down and wrote this in one sitting and never looked back. More from me soon, I promise xx

WARNINGS: established relationship, domestic fluff, explicit smut, swearing

PLAYLIST: Unconditional by Jaehyun, Smoke by Jaehyun, Birthday by Ten, Honey by John Legend

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“I just don’t believe you Jae! Do you think I’m stupid?”

Your cheeks are burning red and you know your chest is splotchy as your temperature rises, heart pounding. Ever since you were a kid, your skin would turn bright red the moment you started to get agitated, making you a terrible poker player and never one to even try to lie to anyone. It was one of things that endeared you to Jaehyun immediately, his bright red ears the moment someone teased him or he felt embarrassed.

“Baby, baby,” he starts, groggily reaching a large hand to you from the mountain of pillows and plush white sheets. His hair is still pushed back in that stupid plastic headband he fell asleep wearing the night before, making it hard to take him seriously in the heat of the moment.

You wipe a single tear from your eye before it can slip down your cheek and turn away from him, throwing his phone onto the covers with more strength than you thought you had in the moment.

Dating a famous actor who spends most of his time at premieres in Seoul and on movie sets around the world wasn’t easy. You had turned Jaehyun down the first few times he slid up on your Instagram stories, a mutual stylist friend having introduced you at a small birthday dinner you both were invited to.

Grabbing his phone off the nightstand instead of yours this morning had sent you into a spiral, shaking him awake in the bed to ask for an explanation about why he’s messaging someone about a “gorgeous girl named Honey” and how he “can’t wait to spoil her the way she deserves.”

“We’ve been together for a year and now you’re going to start cheating on me? Really original, Jeong.”

Your eyes roll back into your sockets and you scoop all your long, curly hair onto the top of your head, pulling running shorts and socks from the dresser near the window as you continue to grill him.

Jaehyun sits up fully, the comforter slipping off his shoulders and exposing his bare, chiselled chest. He’s still pale from having spent the whole winter filming in Canada, not having had enough trips to the nearby beach to have his adorable freckles reappear on his cheeks. His hair is bright white, platinum, and long in the back, soft in the morning light streaming in the floor to ceiling windows.

“You know I went out with Mingyu last week to that Dior party and he said if I ever wanted it to be a real date, just say the word and he would drop everything and everyone.”

“Dior? You wound me,” Jaehyun replies, mockingly rubbing his pec as he rolls his eyes. You know how much the statement had to hurt him, he always had been worried about your closeness to his friend Mingyu (and Mingyu’s long wavy hair, sparkly eyes, and massive biceps), even if he lets that go unsaid now.

“I’m going for a run and when I get back, I really hope you’ve managed to get up, shower, and figure out how you’re going to tell your PR team about this, unless they are all in on it too,” you finish, wobbling near the foot of the bed as you try to put your socks on while standing.

A firm hand is on your wrist, instantly balancing you. You look up to meet Jaehyun’s eyes, soft and glittering and sending you back to the first time you ever met.

“Who needs the candy, you look sweet enough to eat,” he had practically purred in your ear, pressing a hand between your thighs, under the silky material of your Vivienne Westwood skirt in a private booth in the back a dark room, surrounded by tall crystal jars of sweets.

Your marketing executive job had your team planning events for high end clients on a regular basis but this event had been extra special as your best friend had finally launched her own luxury cosmetics brand. The event was a mix of rich pops of red, velvety cushions and extravagant accessories, diamond necklaces draped across necks of models with artistic and bold eye looks. You had spared no expense for your friend and your assistant had the mountains of receipts to prove it.

The guest list was no exception, you had made sure every A-list name had received an invite and hundreds of attractive and trendy faces from fashion and entertainment filled the event space. That included Seoul’s hottest star, known for his striking and stoic look and deep, rich voice.

“You are not using that as an opening line on me,” you had sighed, trying to push down the moan bubbling up in your throat as long fingers toyed with lace dangerously close to slipping out of place.

“Technically, I asked you if the brownies had tree nuts because my body guard is allergic,” he quipped back, thumb brushing over you with intention.

You had bit your lip in frustration and swatted his hand away, grabbing his phone from his coat pocket and giving him your number, insisting that he had to reach out first because you were busy with a “real job”. He had laughed, sucking his now wet thumb into his mouth and letting it slide out with a loud popping noise and a simple “Yes, ma’am”.

That same phone was now in his hand a little under a year later, his fingers moving quickly against the glass screen.

“You don’t have anything to say?” you ask in shock and before you can say another word, your doorbell is chiming and he’s up from the bed and down your hallway, wearing nothing but his stupid boxers with lemons on them.

You roll your eyes and move to your large kitchen for a glass for water, almost letting it slip from your hands as he places a large Prada shopping bag on the marble island.

“A bag? A fucking purse is supposed to make me forgive you? How did you even get that this fast?”

“Baby, just look inside and it will explain everything,” he speaks calmly, sliding the bag carefully closer to you.

You untie the ribbon holding it loosely closed and you think you’re losing your mind when you see the bag move on its own. As soon as the thick paper opens, a tiny brown and curly head of fur appears. Neatly groomed ears are shaking and a tiny black Prada collar is clasped around the neck of the puppy.

“A dog?!” you exclaim in disbelief. The puppy lets out a small but high pitched bark, demanding to be let out of the bag with a fluffy paw nudging your hand.

“A chocolate French poodle puppy,” Jaehyun corrects, moving behind you and wrapping his arms around you, pressing his bare chest into your back. He lifts the puppy from the bag and places her into your waiting arms, the puppy taking no time at all to snuggle into your neck.

“Her name is Honey,” he tells you and you can practically feel his smile from the way he speaks.

“Honey…” you repeat. The dog’s eyes are wide in curiosity, head tilting to the side as she appears to recognize her name.

“Yeah, baby?” he jokes back, pressing warm lips to the short hairs at your hairline. You can tell he thinks he’s funny for that joke and you don’t need to turn to see what kind of look is in his eye. He trails his mouth to your ear, nudging the metal hoops along the shell and kissing the “14” ink at the skin behind your ear.

Your mouth is suddenly so dry that you can’t speak so you simply turn in his arms, letting Honey drop to the floor and bound excitedly on your slippery floors.

“How long had you been planning this surprise for me to just ruin it with my paranoia?” you murmur against his forehead, pressing a tender kiss to smooth skin.

“A couple months, I was just trying to find the perfect puppy for us,” he replies, fingers drawing circles on the bare skin exposed between your sports bra and shorts.

“I’m so sorry,” you reply, feeling embarrassment heat up your cheeks and sweat start to prick at your hairline.

“Don’t be,” he smiles back with his million watt smile that landed him his first commercial at eight years old, plucked from his class trip to a theme park by a talent scout.

“You know how I feel about you, nothing is going to change that. Not even if you go on 127 million dates with Kim Mingyu,” he finishes, sealing his lips over yours.

You open your lips and greedily press your tongue behind his annoyingly perfect teeth, lifting your fingers up to tug at the hair almost touching his shoulders.

“God,” Jaehyun growls in between kisses, grabbing at your ass to hoist you up on the counter, tugging roughly at your shorts to push them down to your ankles and ripping your legs open.

You’re panting, resting back on your wrists as he holds your knees open and presses wet kisses to your inner thighs. His energy is wild and chaotic, exactly as you’ve always expected from him and your mind is starting to go to that numb place it always goes when gets his tongue on you.

You arch your back in pleasure, letting moans tumble from your lips freely, trying desperately to ignore the adorable face now perched on your couch, eyes curious but also dozing off from exerting energy after running the full length of your penthouse.

You let your eyes fall to the rolling waves out the window, morning sun blinding you and forcing you to look down at the bobbing head of the blonde man between your legs. He meets your gaze with sparkling eyes and drops a kiss to his self proclaimed favorite tattoo of yours, a small rose on your hip bone. You smile softly at him before shrieking and almost crushing his head with your thighs when he takes sharp canines to the spot, almost drawing blood.

He jumps up and starts running towards your bedroom, scooping a startled Honey off the back of the couch and holding her in front of him he runs backwards.

“Jaehyun, you cannot use our child as a shield!” you yell, almost slipping in your socks as you bound after him.

When you round the corner, you slam into his bare chest, standing at the foot of the bed. Honey is curled up on the same pillow Jaehyun had tucked under his arm as he slept, already dozing again.

“Our child? I like the sound of that,” he says seriously, his voice velvety and tempting. His hands are at your waist again and you are having a hard time thinking straight.

“Calm down there, mister,” you chuckle, pushing him back to sit on the edge of the bed and dropping to your knees in between his open legs.

“Let’s see how you do with this dog first,” you mutter, hands pushing down his boxers easily to take his hardened length between experienced fingers.

He smiles with his whole face at your words, eyes crinkling up in the corners and shoulders shaking a bit as you move your mouth over smooth skin, letting his soft moans fill the room and calm your racing heart.

[rawme-price]

ROMMIE PUHLEASE!!!

its my birthday can i get ghostgaz 🙏🙏🙏 i NYEED it!!!!!!!!

(not forced... i just love the way u write and ghostgaz is underappreciated...)

How abt power couple gaz and reader who are fucking hunting ghost down???

They take one look at the dorky lieutenant with enough muscles to carry them both and decide we have GOT to get this man whimpering

It actually doesnt take much work, you and gaz are relentless flirts and have the strategic abilities of soldiers. The final straw is coming back from a hard mission, you lean into ghosts side and whisper in his ear. "Yknow, you did great out there, yeah?" A hand slips to rest on his thigh, just above his knee "im sure kyle would love to show some thanks, cmon ill let you ride him."

That has ghost jolting, just slightly, imperceptible had you not been pressed to his side. "You uh- he doesnt want me to...?" Ghost trails off, avoiding ur gaze. You only smirk, hand rubbing soothingly over his thigh like hes a nervous pet.

"What, top? Dom? Baby no, we both know you'd look much better whimpering on his cock."

Long story short, that's exactly what happens. You send kyle a warning text and soon enough all three of you are in his room. God, what a sight simon makes. His muscles jump and twitch with overexertion but hes gasping and moaning with every bounce, tears clinging to his eyes. Gaz has a firm grip on his hips, setting the pace "there you go, love. Just needed something to get that stress out, right? You look amazing for us, baby." All while you watch, committing everything to memory and wondering if simon would prefer a sushi or steak dinner.

[quinnkaneki]

Haikyuu characters as parents/soon to be parents part 1 <3

pt 2

This part includes Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume and Keishin Ukai.

→ Oikawa Tooru — During pregnancy ^^

• He talks to your belly daily.

“— and when you learn to walk I'm gonna teach you how to serve a ball right into uncle Iwa's face!”

• He preorders baby stuff the moment he finds out, it doesn't matter if you're only 3 weeks pregnant.

“What about this pink crib? Ah wait, we're not sure if they're a girl yet.... Woah, babe, look at these panda pjs.” *adds to the cart*

• Baby proofs whatever he can, safety comes first.

“Tooru... Why is the living room tv remote in styrofoam?” You look up at him.

“So our little one doesn't get hurt...”

→ After pregnancy

• Awestruck, can't believe he has a little family of his own.

“I'm the one who just gave birth, why are you crying?”

“It's just... She's perfect,” He says while gently caressing her cheek.

• Proudly sends monthly updates of his baby to Iwaizumi.

“*sends video* SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD AND WE GOT IT ON CAMERA, I REPEAT, SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD!!!! LOOK AT MY BABY GIRL IWA-CHANNNN”

• Becomes a princess.

“Daddy! Stop moving, you're gonna smudge your lipstick!" Your daughter argues while adding the final touches to his make up.

“Don't you think this skirt is too short sweetheart?”

“Nuh uh! Mommy said it makes your butt look big!” You snicker at her words and snap a photo of him in a skirt and crop top.

“I'm so sending this to Hajime.”

→ Iwaizumi Hajime — During pregnancy ^^

• Cooks for you everyday.

“C'mon sunshine, breakfast is ready, wake up.” *kisses your forehead*

• Makes sure you're up to date with your doctor appointments.

“Okay so, Friday is your next doctor's appointment and we find out the gender then.... Excited?”

• Spends an entire week painting and decorating the baby's room.

“What'd you think sweetheart? Should I move the crib to the other side of the room or do you like it here?"

→ After pregnancy

• Just like Oikawa, he breaks down in the delivery room.

“Are you okay Hajime?”

“I am sweetheart... He looks just like you”

• Accidentally uses a bad word in front of him.

“If a creeper gets into my house again, I swear to God Shittykawa—”

“Shittykawa! Shittykawa!”

“Woah, woah, woah— don't say that! Don't repeat what daddy says!”

“Pfft, good luck explaining that to Y/N Iwa-chan.”

• Enjoys telling him random stories from high school.

“There was this one time uncle Tooru and I stayed back really late after school to practice volleyball and didn't tell anyone. His cousin got really worried cause he wasn't picking up her calls so she drove to the school to check if he was there...wanna know who his cousin is?”

“Who?!”

“Your mom.”

→ Kuroo Tetsuro — During pregnancy ^^

• Pregnancy photoshoots every month.

“Andddd into the album it goes,” He says while writing ‘7 months’ under it.

• Literally your personal servant. Pillow too uncomfortable? Sayless, he won't let you raise a finger.

“You okay, baby? You keep stirring.”

“Mhmm, my pillow is just too high-” *gently adjusts your pillow before you can*

• Drives to the store at 3am just to satisfy your pregnancy cravings.

“They were out of mint chocolate chip ice cream so I got cookies and cream,” He says as he enters the car.

“Did you get my cheese?”

“I got your cheese, love.” *kisses your cheek*

→ After pregnancy

• Takes your daughter on afternoon walks.

“Look at the kittyyyy!” he coos, adjusting her on his hip to see the kitty, “kinda looks like uncle Kenma, doesn't it?”

• Family outings.

“If you don't go to bed right now I'm cancelling our trip to the Zoo tomorrow.” Kuroo bluffs.

“But dadddddddy, one more episode please!” She pouts and shifts her gaze over to you for help.

“Daddy already spoke honey, don't you wanna see the giraffes?”

• Living room forts<3

“Daddy this side is gonna fall!” Your daughter panics while trying to keep the makeshift wall up.

“Leave it to me sweetheart, go help mommy with the popcorn.”

→ Kenma Kozume — During pregnancy ^^

• Thinks you're joking.

“Wait so...you're actually pregnant..?”

“I am Kozume, this isn't something I'd joke about”

“....wow...just wow,” he embraces you. “I'm ready to take on whatever comes our way, as long as it's with you.”

• Limits his game time

“Kenken?”

“In the kitchen!” He shouts.

“Woah, what's all this?”

“your breakfast...thought I'd treat you, tho beware, I can't cook.”

• Counts down the days till delivery.

“6 more weeks.” he mutters.

“6 more weeks till what?”

“Till our little angel is here.”

→ After pregnancy

• Immediately buys her a switch.

“I customized it with her name at the back, look” he shows you “i added pink hearts too”

• Has a personal hair stylist

“Mama what do you think? Bow or no bow?" She places the bow in Kenma's hair then removes it before looking up at you.

“Definitely bow.”

• Falls asleep with her in his arms while gaming.

“D/N! D/N? Kozume?” You enter the gaming room and melt at the sight in front of you.

→ Keishin Ukai — During pregnancy ^^

• Quits smoking and drinking.

“They're gonna grow up in a healthy environment and I'm gonna make sure of that.”

• Refuses to let you around the team.

“No can do darling, they're too rowdy and I need you to rest.”

• Closes the shop early.

“You're home early.”

“I missed my wife.”

→ After pregnancy

• Surprise, you have twin boys!

Teaches the kids how to cook but it usually turns into a food fight. “Both of you, in the shower now” He sternly commands as he begins to clean up.

• Family movie nights.

“Okay so mommy voted barbie and I voted-”

“Barbie!” They both yell.

“Guess we're watching barbie..again.”

• Teaches them how to fish.

“Daddy look! I caught a big fish!”

“You idiot, that's not a big fish, that's a sardine.” his brother says.

“But I still caught a fish and you didn't!" He teases.

I absolutely love Oikawa \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

First time publishing on Tumblr, hope you guys enjoyed :3

[dcxdpdabbles]

More Menace!Danny please he's so funny

"What are you doing in my house?" A young voice whispers as softly as the spring rain pouring outside.

Clark screams, jumping a foot into the air. He wirls around only to come to a standstill as a young teenager, no older than fifteen, stares back at him.

His clothes hung off his body, but it looked more like that was a personal choice for baggy, checkered pajamas. His skin was pale, too pale, like he hadn't seen the sun in months. There were dark circles under the boy's eyes, as if someone had taken purple paint and rubbed it against his face until no amount of washing would get it off.

Bandages were wrapped around his arms and neck. Clark could see a few of them disappearing inside his shirt, indicating there were more treated wounds hidden away. His hair was in disarray, pointing in every direction like the top of a pineapple, but cut short enough that it almost looked like someone with scissors had gone at the strands with a personal vendetta.

In the teenager's closed fist is a chunk of hair.

Clark notices, with a growing sense of panic, that there is a breeze on the back of his head that wasn't there before. Accompanied by stinging is more proof that a good amount of his hair had been ripped out, and if he wasn't Kryptonian, then that would have been a whole lot worse.

If it wasn't for the yank on his hair, he would think he was staring at a ghost.

He gawks unattractively, feeling his heart run faster than the wild rabbits he used to chase out of the gardens with Pa. Clark hadn't heard the boy's approach at all, couldn't even pick up his breathing or his heartbeat.

Wasn't that just alarming? He had come to do an interview on Mr. Wayne's latest charity, one that would assist more than half the city get a college associate, so long as they graduated from a high school within Gotham. It was a generous offer, one the readers would adore hearing in his new Positive column.

Clark was finally catching his big break at the Daily Planet. He has been put in charge of a newspaper column of his choice, and he chose to report on all the good things that were happening. He felt that people chased tragedies too much when new worthy stories were everywhere.

Yes, his column was towards the end of the paper, near the comics, but it was his. It seemed to be doing well, too. Perry had increased his writing space as positive reviews started pouring in. Soon, Clark may even be assigned the big stories, the ones that would be put on the front page.

Mr. Wayne had made a comment about checking in on his son, who had vanished upstairs while Clark was busy setting up a recording device - with Mr. Wayne's permission, of course - when the boy had likely snuck in.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" The boy repeats in a soft voice, but with the new amount of steel entering each syllable. Clark felt vulnerable as he scrambled back a few steps on instinct.

"I ugh, I'm here for Mr. Wayne-"

"If you think you can convince Bruce into your bed, you've got another thing coming," The boy hisses, lurching forward with his feet bent in two separate directions, appearing almost spider-like. Clark yelps, pressing himself against the wall, staring down in horror at what he's half convinced isn't human. "How many broken bones can a body survive before someone dies? You should know, shouldn't you, News Man."

The words are more growled out than spoken, and Clark is half convinced that he could go through with his threat even if he doesn't know Clark is Superman.

"I ugh-"

"Danny, there you are!" Mr. Wayne's cheerful voice breaks the spell as the boy straightens up, twisting his feet back in the direction they have to be and stepping away from the reporter with a nasty scowl.

Mr. Wayne walked over, throwing an arm around the boy and bringing him into an easy side hug that spoke of fatherly love, while beaming at Clark. "Mr. Kent, I've seen you've met my son Danny Fenton-Wayne. Adopted him only a month ago."

Clark stares between the two, drinking in the easy, warm disposition of Mr.Wayne by the darkness that surrounded Fenton-Wayne. If it wasn't for the slightly more effeminate features of Fenton-Wayne, which made him more tragically pretty than Mr. Wayne's classically handsome, they would have looked biologically related.

That and the fact that Mr. Wayne looked like he would cry to hurt a fly, while Fenton-Wayne would set a building on fire just to feel something.

Clark shivered but forced a strained smile on his face. "He's lovely. You must be so proud."

Fenton-Wayne's eyes narrowed in barely concealed violence while Mr. Wayne beamed brighter, "I am!"

Clark prayed he didn't have to see Fenton-Wayne often in the future. He could barely handle Batman breathing down his neck for coming to his city. The other hero didn't seem to like the idea that he was just doing his job, but thankfully, Phantom, the young sidekick of Batman, was holding him off.

Now that kid was the sweetest child he's ever had the pleasure of encountering.