#pretty sure it was for a fanfic or something too

[noisyghost]

GOD I absolutely agree re:werewolf tropes, especially in romance. I want to read so many werewolf books, but So Many play into pack dynamics/violent werewolf bf/etc etc tropes that it feels nigh impossible to find something that will Hit for me specifically. Do you (or anyone who stumbles upon this) have any recs for werewolf media? Particularly that which is outside of romance as the main plot/genre? (Nothing against romance as a whole, I just don't tend to enjoy it when it's the main focus of a story)

god yeah im the exact same, its why i usually end up gravitating more towards horror werewolves cause at least then i dont normally have to worry about weird alpha boyfriend tropes lol. But that means i dont really have too many media recommendations! I'll put a couple thoughts under the read more, but if anyone has any recs, feel free to reply below 🙏

i don't have any book recommendations bc i havent read a real book in years so most of this will be movies/shows/comics

Being Human (US) is really good in a lot of places (one of my absolute favorite werewolf designs), but the last season really falls into a bunch of those werewolf bullshit tropes so i pretend it doesnt exist lol. i think the good bits outweigh the stupid though! I have also watched the UK version and its. not bad. i just didnt really get into it idk.

The Order 1886 barely feels like a werewolf game even though it is for sure a werewolf game lol. i would recommend just watching a playthru tho cause the gameplay is pretty much nothing but the plot and characters are very cool!!!!

Uhhhh everyone knows van helsing which is an objectively just an ok movie but the werewolves and vampires go so hard i have to like it. Dog Soldiers is also a fun campy flick, and i enjoyed werewolves within but thats more of a mystery than a genuine werewolf movie. Annndddd i did actually like the wolf man 2025 like. its gonna piss a lot of werewolf fans off i think and i know why people dont like it but i think the ideas and themes it presents are really interesting to me specifically! so idk if the individual werewolf enjoyer will like it in the same way i did but i will recommend it if u like werewolves that really lean into the disease/virus aspect of it.

Wilde Life is a webcomic that i really enjoy that is.... werewolf adjacent. I wouldnt really call Cliff a werewolf, more of a shapeshifter, but they sometimes call him a werewolf so its close enough for me to mention it and theres lots of other cool critters and scary bits to make the comic worth recommending.

I dont think Prague Race (webcomic) is officially available anymore but that also had some fun werewolves in it. You can probably find an archive of it if you google the name (the artist's new comic, 'tiger, tiger' is also very good but has nothing to do with werewolves lol)

How to be a werewolf is another webcomic that does do a bunch of the pack dynamic trope but the characters are charming and has some romance but it isn't the primary plot, its more about family than anything. and a female werewolf main character is always a plus!

uhhhh im sure theres more im forgetting these are just some of the ones from the top of my head

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ok literally this is so niche and i probably shouldnt even bother mentioning it but i have sat on this fic for literally 8 years now and it makes me so sad the author never finished it but. one of the only werewolf fanfics ive ever read that i really clicked with was an overwatch hanzo/cassidy fic called 'spurs don't pair with scare chords' and i need to put it here bc its the platonic ideal of a werewolf fic with a well paced romance that isn't the major intrigue point. its my white whale of a fanfic and it being unfinished haunts me. i wish overwatch was good

[i-dared-myself]

More Headcanons

ATEEZ x reader

Requested by anonymous: Could you please write more Ateez x ninth member headcannons 🙏 (with some freakiness) Thank you xx

•Your fans are very creative. You love the signs they hold up and the posts they make. And even what they write.

•You can’t help but read ATEEZ fanfics. There’s no harm in it, right? You do it in the privacy of your bedroom, and maybe you read ones where you’re shipped with them, but it’s fine.

•Even if you stay up all night finishing a really good one. So the next morning (on a day off) you’re exhausted. There’s bags under your eyes and you’re glaring at everyone from the lack of sleep.

•Hongjoong gets worried. Did something happen at a practise session? Did you read a negative comment?

•When asked about it, you skirt around the issue. Because it’s embarrassing that you’re reading these. It’s weird and if they found out, you would just die because-

•“Hey.” Mingi frowns at his phone as he walks into the kitchen. “I just saw your text.”

•Seonghwa pours him coffee. “Mine?”

•Mingo shakes his head and motions to you. You frown, because when did you send him something?

•“Were you up all night again?” Yunho sighs and flicks your forehead. “Idiot.”

•Mingi gasps. He throws his head back and laughs, entire body shaking with amusement.

•Jongho pops up and tries to sneak a peek at his screen. Mingi shields it and dashes over to you.

•Then he declares to the group that you had sent him fanfiction. About them. About you.

•Wooyoung gasps. “Is it smutty?”

•Mingi grins. “Very. And I’m sixty percent sure San wrote it.”

•You’re always up the earliest. Just because if you don’t, someone will try to wake you with your hand in a bowl of water.

•So you always start a pot of coffee. When the others filter down to the main living space, they grab their designated mugs. There’s also hot chocolate with those little marshmallows because Seonghwa is adorable.

•When it snows, everyone bundles up to go out. Except Wooyoung. He stays inside where it’s warm and dry.

•You make the mistake of putting your gloves on before your scarf. It’s difficult to wrap it around your neck with thick gloves on, so you begin to remove them.

•Yeosang stops you and curls it around your throat. He smiles and opens the door for you. The others follow you out into the fluffy snow, and Mingi immediately shoves you.

•You go face-first into it, shivering as the snow sinks into your jacket.

•When you’re sick (absolutely unrelated to the previous sentence by the way) they’re sweet when they take care of you.

•Yeosang is calling you constantly when they have to go out, and when he’s in the dorms he makes sure you’re taking your meds.

•He gets confused about the measuring for the liquid dosages and prefers to give you pills. It comes out too fast sometimes, and too slow others. He’ll just hand you pills with a cup of juice.

•Yunho wears a face mask and tries to walk around you. He doesn’t need to be sick at the next event, thank you very much.

•He will help you when you need it, though. He’ll hold your hair as you vomit and go out to buy a package of cough drops. He’ll even make sure it’s the flavour you like.

•Hongjoong gets stressed out. He’s worried about what he could do to make you feel better, and more times than not, gets sick with you. Although he tries to hide it so the other members take care of you and not him.

•Gets delirious when he’s sick. Like giggling and calling everyone pretty. Then his entire face turns red when someone tells him he’s pretty.

•Jongho bought a thermometer once off Amazon that was made to look like ATEEZ merch. He thought it was hilarious. He claims it was totally worth the absurd price whenever you get sick and he gets to use it.

•Makes you say ‘Ahhh’ and then scans your temperature off your forehead. Gasps when the screen flashes red and then tries to hide it so you don’t worry.

•Seonghwa is clingy. He’s obsessed with making sure you’re okay, going so far as to shoo you back off to your bed whenever you wander into the hallway. He’ll tuck you in so tightly that you have no hope of escape.

•Wakes you in the middle of the night to press his hand to your forehead. Mutters about how you have a fever before slowly backing out of the room. You’re not sure if he’s actually there or if you’re hallucinating.

•San tries to make soup. You’re drawn down to the kitchen by the smell, not because it’s good. Because you think someone was murdered in your home.

•You have no idea how he burnt water, but he somehow did. You force down a couple of bites as to not make him feel bad, but then the nausea returns at full force.

•Wooyoung buys you a stuffed animal. It’s merch from a different group that you enjoy, and he pushes past his jealousy to buy it. When he presents it to you, he even puts a bow on the top.

•He sneaks a body pillow into your bed as well. You have no fucking idea where or why he got it, but when you’re sick it’s in your bed. Then when you recover, it’s magically gone.

•Mingi tries to make you feel better with humour. He reads ATEEZ fanfics with you since you got him addicted, and will read them to you as you fall asleep.

•You’re pretty certain that he wrote a majority of them, but you don’t have enough evidence to question him about it. You enjoy it regardless.

•Everyone has matching pyjamas. No one knows how it happens. You personally suspect that Hongjoong got drunk and bought them.

•Everyone wears the matching sets on Tuesdays. It’s a tradition. Whenever someone forgets, they’re yelled at (lovingly) and beat up (lovingly).

•One time you’re a bit too hyper and when you’re talking about your plushie collection, you refer to them as your babies.

•They all immediately start whining about how they should be your babies. Do you love inanimate objects more than them?

•You roll your eyes. “You can be their daddies.”

•And they never let you live it down.

•You’ll be sitting at the dinner table, when Mingi will clear his throat. He’ll turn to Yunho and say, “Daddy, can you pass the salt?”

•Yunho will reply with, “Of course, Daddy.”

•When you bury your face in your hands and groan, Hongjoong pats your back sympathetically. “Want Daddy to make you feel better?” he’ll ask teasingly.

•Jongho still insists that you love the plushies more than them. Yeosang agrees with him and the two of them attempt heists on your stuffies.

•You always catch them in the act. No matter how many times you make them apologize, they’ll always do it again.

•Wooyoung makes you name one of them after him. If you refuse, he’ll just call them Wooyoung until you give in.

•San buys you more. He’ll get matching ones with you and tell you how adorable they look, especially with you next to them.

•Seonghwa pouts. He doesn’t want to be their daddy. He wants to be their-

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NSFW headcanons now, people. Look at the 18+ symbol.

Or like, if this isn’t your cup of tea, you’re welcome to leave. I won’t hold it against you. :D

•Seonghwa has a mommy kink. He wants to be called mommy so bad. He’s a bit shy about it, but in the middle of sex he’ll refer to himself in the third person as mommy and it’s all out.

•He likes it when you suck his nipples. His face screws up and his mouth falls open when you play with him. Makes the prettiest sounds.

•San likes seeing the bulge in your stomach. That’s him. It’s so fucking hot to him. He presses his hand to it so you can feel him further, eyes rolling back when he can feel himself.

•The whole time he’s rambling about how good you look. How perfect you are. How good your little pussy is sucking him in.

•Wooyoung likes seeing you all dressed up in lingerie. You’re just so gorgeous and all for him? Wow. He’s honestly impressed with himself for being able to land him.

•He especially loves ones with garters. Or stockings. He loves when it clings to your thighs and he can use them as handles to spread your legs apart with.

•Yeosang really enjoys it when he sucks a bruise into your skin. Seeing a reminder how good he fucked you the next morning? Makes him hard again.

•So then he has to take you again. Usually in the closet when the collar of your shirt slips to show the marks. Or in a bathroom. Maybe even your bedroom two minutes before you have to leave for a rehearsal.

•Yunho fucks you in the empty dance studio. He makes sure that the building’s empty, but he still murmurs to you, “Want them to walk in and catch you?”

•And one time he answered his phone while he was balls deep in you. He clamped a hand over your mouth and told you to be quiet, or else they’d hear your little moans.

•Mingi likes pussy. Period. That’s pretty much it. I mean he’s kinky and all that, but he likes pussy any way you give it to him.

•He likes eating you out. He likes fucking you. He really wants you to sit on his face. It’s just not fair that he actually has to go to work. Otherwise he’d spend every waking moment buried in you.

•Jongho wants to strangle you so bad. It’s about the trust you put in him, and how sexy you look with his hand around your throat.

•He also likes it when he cuts your air supply off with his cock. When you struggle to take all of him, it makes him even harder.

•Hongjoong loves putting a vibrator in your pants and going out to dinner. Your expressions when he turns it on are so hot.

•When you get home and he can finally fuck you, you’re so wet from all the teasing. He skips the foreplay because the entire evening was basically foreplay. He plunges right into you as soon as you stumble through the door.

[no-mercy-bby]

Does anyone remember the hellcheer fanart but Chrissy was mini/shrunk?... I need it for science

[cluescorner]

I cannot imagine being a Damian stan right now. You've got both Zdarsky's bullshit (where he clearly doesn't give a shit about your boy) and The Boy Wonder (where Juni Ba clearly gives so many shits about your boy) coming out on the same day. The whiplash must be insane. I hope y'all get some nice warm soup for your efforts jfc

[corishadowfang]

GIVE BRAIN A HORSE-- (I'm joining the horseposting, haha.)

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            “…Master Brain.  What is that?”

            Brain, for his part, didn’t seem particularly concerned with the situation.  He wasn’t even looking at Sigurd, calmly petting the—the creature he’d apparently decided to lead into Headquarters.  “A horse.”

            “…Right.  I…suppose I can see that.”  Sigurd had the vague urge to rub his temples.  Or shake Brain, maybe—but then, he supposed he probably wasn’t supposed to do that to a Union Leader, so vaguely-strained questioning would have to do.  “And…why is it here?”

            “Followed me.”

            “From where?”

            Brain finally looked at him and grinned, smile just a little too sharp for his liking.  “Don’t worry about it.”

            …He was going to have to file an incident report later, wasn’t he.

            “Master Brain,” Sigurd said, trying very, very hard to keep his voice level and failing, “you didn’t…steal this, did you?”

            “Not as far as you’re aware.  Her name’s Lux, by the way.”

            “Master Brain—”

            “She belonged to Romulus and I owed Remus a favor.”  Brain shrugged, like that was a normal thing to do, but Sigurd guessed he didn’t really know what the Union Leaders had done on their off-time.  (It was such a strange image that it threw him for a moment.  The Union Leaders, engaging in petty theft and pranks?  It didn’t fit the image that had been built up in the stories.)

            “What would Master Ephemer think,” Sigurd started, trying to get his train of thought back on track, “if he found out you’d stolen someone’s—”

            “He’d help, probably.”  Brain tilted his head, looking thoughtful.  “Maybe not successfully.”  Gently, he tugged on the horse’s halter, and it took Sigurd a moment to realize he was bringing her closer, wait no he didn’t know how to act around horses—  “She’s not going to hurt you,” Brain said, face crinkling in amusement that seemed sincere rather than the strained sort of thing Sigurd usually saw.  “Look, just pet her.  She’s pretty gentle.”

            The horse nosed his shoulder with a quiet snort, and Sigurd side-stepped a little, hands pulled in.  It made her nervous, apparently, because she pulled her head back quickly, ears flicking and hooves tapping an unsteady sort of beat.  Brain shushed her, and she calmed quickly, but Sigurd stared at her with trepidation.

            …Of all the things the Union Leader had done, this was probably one of the strangest.  He’d ditched meetings, harassed the Founders, and generally tried to stick his nose in places he probably shouldn’t, but those all felt some degree of normal.  Frustrating, but Sigurd knew how to deal with that.  He wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with a horse.

            But he looks happy, something in the back of his mind whispered, and—so he did.  Brain wasn’t watching him; his expression had gone soft, hand carefully stroking the horse’s muzzle.  He looked more relaxed than Sigurd had ever seen him.

            He could feel something in him crumbling, and he knew he was going to regret this later, but he sighed, his whole body sinking with the sound.  “Well,” he said, resigned, “do we need to find somewhere to hide her?”

            Brain glanced at him, head cocked and eyes narrowed.

            “…We’re just taking her to the meeting, aren’t we.”

            (It was almost worth the odd stares and whispers throughout the meeting to watch Brain introduce the horse to his new-found friends later.  Almost.

            The fact that Brain apparently didn’t know how to ride the horse, however, felt a little more vindicating.)

[saysflora]

If you ask Mush, winter is one of the best times of the year, but it seems he's one of the only people in the lodgings that feels that way. What starts as a way to take Blink's mind off of the now cold, dark months ends up being a bigger scheme than even he was imagining, and he's more than happy to take the opportunity to plan a celebration that'll have everyone raring with holiday spirit. With help, of course.

OR: Mush throws a Christmas Party.

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Ace!

@ace-of-tales You asked for Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens visiting Secundus, as you thought Aziraphale in particular would like all the inventions there...and then I mentioned him getting a taste of the March Hare's tarts, and you were like "YES THAT." XD So here that is! Hope you like!

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“Oh, these – these are absolutely amazing! Crowley, you have to try some!”

Alice did her best to stifle a laugh as she watched one half of the newest pair at the tea table go to absolute town on the March Hare’s tarts. “I take it you’re pleased with the vittles on offer?” she commented, leaning on her elbow.

“I think it’s safe to say this is now his favorite part of our trip here,” Crowley replied, grinning at his partner over an untouched cup of tea. “Always been a bit weak for good food, haven’t you?”

Aziraphale shot him a playfully-scolding look. “It’s your fault,” he declared once his mouth was empty. “You’re the one who introduced me to it.”

“Yessss,” Crowley said, smirking back. “Best bit of temptation I ever did.”

Aziraphale chuckled. “I won’t argue with that.” He grinned over at the March Hare. “Genuinely, these are absolutely fantastic. I thought Jane Austen’s tarts were delectable, but these – ! Oh, you can simply taste the love.”

“I make every batch with as much love – and strawberries – as I can fit in them,” March said, beaming back and bouncing in his chair. “Delighted to hear they pass muster! Though not mustard. That’d be horrible.”

“It would,” Victor agreed with a little laugh.

“Oh, indeed – but instead, now you can tell everyone who comes by that your tarts are truly heavenly,” Richard added, giving March a nudge and a theatrical wink.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re much better than that,” Crowley said, picking up a tart and examining it. “You lot are a lot more – creative than Heaven or Hell. Part of the reason Aziraphale and I were so keen on sticking around on Earth – that and avoiding all the nonsense Upstairs and Down. Humans make some fascinating things, when they put their minds to it.”

“I’m a hare,” March pointed out, pulling up his ears for emphasis.

“I think he’s using ‘human’ to mean sapient creatures as a whole,” Alice said, patting his head. “After all, it doesn’t sound like they have anything like you, Dormy, or Cheshire where they come from.”

“Not that I’ve seen – our world is quite sadly lacking in intelligent animals with stupendous baking skills,” Aziraphale confirmed. “I don’t believe we have anyone quite like your ‘Touched’ either, which is a shame. Some of the inventions you have around here are fantastic – that clock tower, for instance, with the giant bird coming out of it on the hour. Most amusing!”

“Oh, Cuckoo Ben? That nearly scared the life out of me when I first heard it go off,” Victor admitted, grinning. “But it is funny, once you get used to it.”

“Me, I liked that motorized bicycle we saw the other day,” Crowley said, with a sharp-toothed grin. “The one that fellow was bragging could outrun any horse. Reminded me of the Bentley, the way he was zipping around. I could something like that while we’re in the city. Get us places a lot faster than that carriage we rented.”

“I’m – I’m rather content with the speed at which our horses move,” Aziraphale said, grinning nervously. “And that demonstration did end with the inventor going straight into a wall. I had to, ah, assist slightly in making sure he didn’t end up in the morgue.”

“I noticed – though I don’t know if you really had to,” Crowley pointed out. “Based on what we’ve heard, these folks could have just shocked him back again.” He frowned, turning his tart over in his hands. “Which – does feel like it should be causing more of a fuss on both our ends. Hell doesn’t like a sinner escaping.”

“And Heaven would be rather cross about the population going down,” Aziraphale agreed. “But I don’t know much about the local theology.”

“We’re still trying to figure that out ourselves,” Richard told them. “The recently undeceased don’t tend to remember much about their time on the other side. What little we’ve gotten out of them makes it sound like everybody gets chucked into a waiting room first.”

“Mmm – meaning the local versions of Heaven and Hell might have already compensated for our propensity for bring people back to life by not letting anyone in until they’re sure they’re dead,” Alice added.

“Maybe,” Crowley shrugged, and took an experimental bite of tart. “Not like I’m going to – oh.”

He stopped, blinking behind his sunglasses. “Oh wow,” he continued, sounding lightly stunned. “This is good.”

“What did I tell you?” Aziraphale chuckled. “Congratulations Mr. Hare – you’ve won over the agents of both Heaven and Hell with your cookery.”

“Excellent – though it does feel like those should cancel each other out,” March noted, rubbing his chin. “Guess we won’t know until I die, though! And get past the waiting room.”

“Which hopefully won’t be for a long, long time,” Alice said, patting his head. “Anyway – is there anything else you two wanted to see while you’re visiting?

“Well...” Aziraphale grinned. “I did hear something about a restaurant where the food literally rains down from the sky...”

[yellowocaballero]

I just finished your New Wave fic. I’m convinced everything your write is gold. I loved your TMA fics, with the most heartbreaking demon AU imaginable and the hilarity of Fahrenheit 101. I loved your moon knight fics, starting with Steven talking to animals on the reg at work to the system growing closer with a focus on Jake, i- there’s- it’s sooo much packed into it. When I’m on burnout, of art or writing (maybe life in general at times) I revisit your work and am thrown back into a creative headspace.

You are my favorite writer, you cram so much meaning and thought into your work and it shows. The characters are dumbasses and say the most ridiculous shit and turn around the next chapter and say the most thought provoking thing, and I don’t get whiplash from it because these characters just work! They just do, and I… am very much off track!

Anyways I just got into Batman and reading your fic is fueling that flame! I can’t wait to see what you have in store next, and I shall now stalk your blog for writing tips! I hope you have a nice day broski 💙

Thank you!! This is so sweet thank you so much! This ask is so nice!

Trust me, if there's meaning then it's because I get obsessive over these fics and I massively overthink them. I honestly wish I was better at making simpler, more elegant stories. I feel like nothing I do is truly going to be good until I can find that simplicity.

"Dipshit who says stupid stuff and then turns around and spouts ridiculous philosophy" is just how I talk. But I habitually approach my life from a standpoint of finding humor in everything, if only to soften the blow. I was once told that it's really hard to tell when I'm joking, because everything I say is always half-joking and always half-serious. I feel like that's pretty evident from my narration too...

As for writing advice...um, I was just speaking about this with somebody. When you're plotting a story, the first thing I like to figure out is what I'm trying to say. Everything else should be built around that. The joy of writing is that I think we all have something we want to say, or something we want people to know, or that we have an aspect of ourselves and our lives that we want to express. Most of the time, trying to convey those things verbally just results in a frustrating approximation of your true feelings. I find that when I manage a successful story, the depth and scale of what I'm trying to impart is fully understood and felt. It's rewarding. I think if people aren't understood on some level, by somebody, they kind of die.

Thanks for the sweet ask!!

[dracomeir]

My aroace soul in a droid P.I.C.O. :D I can't draw him without the illusory layer, so just imagine like a terminator esque body under the human illusion.

[iridescentis]

For fun I decided to look over all of my internet history that is still available to me to try and create the most accurate timeline of my fandoms over the years and I think this is it! I also included the platforms I was primarily using for each since that's relevant to the fandom activity I was participating in :)

There are more fandoms I have dabbled in and I might be forgetting some but these are the main eras of my fandom experiences I think.

[vicontheinternet]

I absolutely adore the idea of bloom being a squib before daphne gives bloom her powers. It would just add so much angst to the fact that bloom feels so unworthy in s1. Like give her imposter syndrome because she learns she never had powers to begin with and the only reason she has them is because her older sister sacrificed her life to make sure she survived.

[side-of-honey]

Are you gonna keep making content for imaginary friends?

Nope!

[the-little-crow]

I’m back in the FUCKING BUILDING (stuck working an event at a high school) (somehow I am just as sleep deprived and MORE caffeinated than I was in high school) (I’ve been here for 4 hours and I still have 3 to go)

[webawee]

I've been trying so hard to get people to start using ao3 instead of other sites but it's just

Not working??

Some people say ao3's not that user friendly

Which okay, fair

But I haven't used wattpad since like 2018 and I don't remember at all how to navigate the place

Like um how???

How do I use it??

The only thing I see when I open the thing is a bunch of y/n bts fics and I don't know how to change that because I don't remember how to

But back when I was using wattpad I genuinely enjoyed and wrote a bunch of y/n bts fics so I don't think I ever knew how to??

My memory's spotty but idk

Imo wattpad's less user friendly because um what

Someone please tell me how to use wattpad because I clearly don't know how

But at least ao3 is clearly labeled and you know exactly what you're looking at

I don't see how it's user unfriendly because it's so clear and logical??

But anyway, the other half are afraid of the smut on ao3.

Like huh??

Afraid?? Of the smut??

Why????

Just filter it out if you don't want it bro

The tags and filters are there for a reason 😭😭

This was really fucking long so congratulations for making it to the end

[sweetshuga]

The Drive Back ✰ MS

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bf!matt! When your boyfriend looked a little too good one evening; You just had to give him a little something while he drove you two back to your place.

"Baby are you sure you’re okay?" Matt asked as he glanced at you briefly before looking back at the road ahead. "Mhm..." a hum as a response, almost like you were lost in thought as you looked at your boyfriend, whom looked too good tonight. Clad in a black tee and loose grey trousers combo. His hair, his facial hair, his earrings and chain glinting in the streetlights above whenever he drove by one, his tats showing, the veins on his arms to boot, everything about him just looked all too good to resist.

"Mhm," he mirrored your hum, skeptically, "you look like you’re lost in your own little world, what’s up pretty?" Your eyes snapped up to meet his briefly before he looked back at the road. "No, nothing’s up, I guess I’m just a bit sleepy." You lied and looked at the road ahead, reluctantly breaking your gaze from the delicious sight beside you. Matt sighed quietly, knowing something’s up, but also knowing that he couldn’t force it out of you if you didn’t want to talk about it.

A long 5 minutes passed by like hours, you just couldn’t handle it anymore, you couldn’t look at him without feeling like you were soaking through your panties and jeans. Turning your face back to the side where your boyfriend drove, looking like a 5 course meal without even trying, you bit the side of your bottom lip slightly, nervously looking at his profile, tentatively reaching out to lay your palm on his lap.

Matt’s breath hitched as he felt your fingers absentmindedly play with the drawstrings on his pants. "You..." He breathed out, "shouldn’t, I mean... not now, m’driving," he stated the obvious, his voice was slightly more strained, more husky, the growing arousal evident.

Matt’s breathing grew shallower as your fingers trailed the waistband of his pants. "Don’t worry about it," a small shaky laugh escaped his lips, "don’t worry about it." He murmured, echoing your words, disbelief evident in his tone. "How do you expect me not to worry about it when you’re-" A low groan replaced his words as you slowly pulled down his pants along with his briefs, revealing his hefty length, already standing at attention.

"Just feel, ’nd drive baby," you cooed, your fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, "you just look too good tonight... I have to give you a little somethin’, " you chuckled at your own words before wrapping your lips around his swollen needy tip, already leaking, just for you.

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wc. 422

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. This one's too long to be a simple blurb, but too short to be a complete fanfic. One shot I guess? Never mind, a blurb it is.

© sweetshuga

[screampied]

hii i just wanted to say that your writing is SO GOOD!! i saw that your requests are open so i’d love to see a hiromi (jjk) x reader fanfic because i haven’t seen nearly enough smut fanfics of him 😔💔 would lowkey love to see soft!dom hiromi or switch!hiromi but it’s your choice 🙏🏻🙏🏻 thanks for reading this, obviously if you’re not comfy with it then feel free to ignore this req!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 hiromi talking you through your first orgasm

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom! hiromi, cowgirl, praise, overstim, mdni.

an. thank YOUUUU SM !! <3

“hey, sweetheart don’t be shy,” he murmurs against your neck. you intake a sharp breath with your arms thrown around him. he stares at you with a soft smile, brushing a thumb against your cheek before planting a wet kiss against your mouth. “you’re close, aren’t you?”

“yeah…” you whined, burying your face into the crook of his name. higuruma lowly chuckles against your ear, he’s stuffed deep inside you, and you’re barely moving your hips—you shook, feeling the bundle of nerves all throughout your body commence into a sudden electrifying surge.

albeit, he was very much patient with you.

you melted into his embrace, gradually rocking your hips, and he softly drags your waist further against him. a raspy grunt leaving his mouth before he purrs. “mhm…easy, there we go, good girl. don’t rush. just like that. lean into me, baby. i got you.”

his words warmed its way into your heart and you let off a moan from the utter thickness of his dick stretching out your walls.

despite his girth easily outlining its way inside of your pussy, it felt good. he finds it cute the way you tremble against his touch, your legs trembling above him. “h—hiromi,” you panted, your voice being a bit more whiney — the coldness of his watch material dances against your skin, and it makes you shudder in desperate rapture. “i feel it, ‘s gonna.. ‘m gonna cum.”

“you are,” he whispers, kissing the inner part of your neck. “so be a good girl and give it to me, okay? nice ‘n slow, focus on your breathing for me baby.”

your hips bucked and bucked against higuruma in free will. eyes rolling, nearly drooling. you don’t think you’ve ever experienced a feeling like this. intimate, sure but you’ve always found it hard to please yourself. let alone find it embarrassing to even think of touching yourself.

alas, the moment you asked your lover, higuruma.. he was more than happy to comply. he wanted you to feel good, and that you were.

your mouth tasted a bit salty, and your nails dug into the thick fabric of his lazily half-on tux. higuruma smelt enchanting.

his cologne was just something you could never get enough of. the way he softly ghosts his fingertips against your bare ass.

so soft, it tickled for a brief moment before he brings his fingers towards your waist, outlining your curves — in his eyes, you were nothing more than a perfect girl to him.

“such a pretty body,” he utters, a groan nearly slipping past his lips. your head remained hidden into the side of his neck, gingerly nipping against his skin and he chuckles. “—and an even more playful girl.”

“hiromi, it feels— feels…”

you whimper, languidly leaning into his touch. each time your words got cut off by the sensations of your own cunt, your mind went fuzzy.

you could barely comprehend anything. buried into the hilt, he’s sinking into you with such gentle yet full throttle. “i know, baby. i feel it too. you’re getting me all…sensitive myself.”

his words made you throb, the way he’d pitch his voice and give you a teasing grin — you studied his facial expressions.

his pretty hooked nose that you’d kiss all over, the small dimples stretching near the corners of his lips unintentionally whenever he spoke a sentence. it always went on, higuruma treated you like a doll.

“just let go for me, princess. don’t gotta be shy to get a little filthy around me.” he whispers, kissing near the outer lobe of your ear.

you left off a soft moan against his ear, and the hairs beneath his neck stood up just from your voice. you felt your thigh start to shake just a bit as you steadily rutted your hips against him again and again and again. “oh, what—? you tryin' to give me a kiss, baby?”

he chuckles, watching you tilt your face forward, just missing his lips due to your eyes closed and he smiles. “come here, princess.”

you moaned into his mouth, swathing your arms around him and his lips curve into a warm smile. you tasted sweet…

indescribable yet entirely sugary. higuruma’s tongue grazes against your own before you started to jolt and shake, feeling it. he runs a hand down your back to soothe you before you’re cumming, whining.

higuruma shushes you, parting your legs for a brief moment before uttering once he moves his lips away.

“i know, i know. relax,” and he presses you against his chest to kiss your forehead. “good girl. such a good pretty girl,” and he softly strokes the back of your head — dick still twitching inside of you. you’re murmuring inaudible nothings of straight babbles and he smiles to himself. “that was just one orgasm, i wonder how’d you be if i pull another one out of you, princess.”