#rough him up some more for meee

[crayonflop]

when he's pathetic 🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵

[radrobotz]

i have a million things to do for uay universe but how many of them am i going to do imagining everything in my head is enrichment enough for me so sometimes i forget

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

♡ ring pops, chocolates, proposals ! ♡

katsuki loves you throughout the years.

a/n : BOOM !! surprise extra on your foreheads !!! this is basically a lil extra to rpp from katsu n readers pov ! i thought it was cute n i hope yall enjoy it too <33 !! much luv xx

fem reader, slight anime n manga spoilers ! food (candy and chocolate), jealous katsuki, mentions of dicks bc katsuki calls someone one, katsuki n reader are in their 20s, reader loves rain, katsuki does not, proposal, kissinggg, reader likes romance (implied sligthly), katsuki does not (kinda), soft n emotional katsuki bc I LOVE HIM FIGHT MEEE!!! RAAHHH!!!, short n sweet, proposal, lmk if i missed sum else !! <33

"for you."

katsuki, age 6 stands in front of you. no more words are said from him as he looks off to the side, beet red face turned away from you with outstretched hands. and clutched tightly in his hands, a ring pop in your favourite color.

you beam, immediately taking it from him. "thank you, katsu !" you chirp, quickly popping the candy into your mouth. katsuki's shoulders relax when he sees you've taken the offering from him although he doesn't meet your eye fully just yet.

"do you wanna share ?" you ask sweetly, already reaching out your candy towards him seeing that he didn't have one of his one in hand. he furiously shakes his head, pushing your hand back towards you.

"no ! and this one's for you ! i already got one.." he insists, shoveling around in his backpack before the crinkle of a wrapper grabs both of your attention. he pulls out the bag of sweet ring pops and picks out an orange one for himself. showing it to you while his eyes drift away from yours. you smile, seeing that you can both eat candy together now.

"i-it's a ring. so..you're my wife," he states. your big eyes widen at him and his glowing red cheeks. you look back down at the candy you've been eating pressed around your finger. it's bigger than the rings you see on tv.

you like katsuki. he was a little rough sometimes, and he could be a little mean. but he always played with you and shared his coloured pencils. he'd sit in the reading corner with you and hold your hand when you'd go on field trips.

"oh, really ?" your face heats, he nods. "want you to be my wife, cus haruto's always lookin' at you..a-an' you're my friend. not his." he mumbles bitterly. you like haruto, he's nice to you, but not as much as katsuki. katsuki was your best friend.

"does that make you my husband then ?" katsuki gets red to the tips of his ears and his nose is practically pressed into the collar of his shirt but he nods anyways. you beam again, the taste of the flavoured candy still on your lips. " i like that !"

katsuki blinks at you, chubby little cheeks pulling into a smirk and he drops to sit down next to you roughly on the grass. finally popping his own ring in his mouth.

"then you're my wife, yeah ?" you nod and he grins, you hear the candy clack around his mouth. "means you're only ever gonna be with me." and you nod again happily because you like that, you like the thought of only being with katsuki, because he's your best friend ever.

"mhm !"

"..forever." he adds tentatively and when you nod again he snickers to himself.

wait till stupid deku hears about this.

valentine's day was fucking stupid. and white day was even stupider.

besides them being the corniest holidays ever, katsuki finds the whole concept stupid. why do you need an entire day just to grow the balls to tell someone you like them ? and the worst part is that some fuckers have the audacity to try that shit with you.

katsuki remembers when he'd started despising the stupid holidays. it was in his first year of middle school and you opened up your locker to see some chocolates and a hand written note.

it was cheesy. and fucking stupid. but you smiled about it.

you fucking liked it.

the bastard even had the nerve to walk up to you at the end of the day, when you're supposed to go home with katsuki and end up coming over to his house to do your homework together (so he could stare at you) then stay over for dinner and play some video games (so he could touch you, poke your sides to make you trip up and pinch your nose when you end up losing to him) or watch a movie (so he could hear you laugh)

you were supposed to be all his. but instead you reassure him that you'll be back in a second.

and katsuki's antsy and so annoyed his skin prickles, but he swallows it down and drags his feet towards the gates as he waits, like hell he'll leave you alone with some limp dick bastard.

he did feel better when you said you rejected the loser, and he felt much better when you still ended up spending the afternoon with him. but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

valentine's day and such was so fucking stupid in katsuki's eyes. but maybe you liked it ? you never cared much for romance outside of those stupid rom-coms you like, but maybe there was more to it.

katsuki couldn't admit it to himself then, but he hates the holidays because there's a whole day for him to grow some balls and ask you out. and yet he couldn't fucking do it.

until his first year at u.a. and you hand him a box of chocolates.

dark chocolate, you specified. "since i know you don't really like sweets all that much." you said. the slight tremble in your voice made him swallow harshly. it felt different than the chocolates you'd handed out to your classmates earlier (which he was absolutely not jealous about. at all.) and the sheer size of the box compared to the little baggies you'd handed spoke too.

these were different. these were just for him.

his bag feels extra heavy when he walks home that day, and he's never loved chocolate more than the day you'd made some just for him.

"the chocolates weren't bad." was all he'd texted you (he wasn't sure he'd be able to talk to you properly on the phone that day lest you heard the shakiness in his voice.) but he knew what he needed to do.

and a few months later, white day rolls around and katsuki still thinks it sucks. it's a stupid holiday. but he spent the entire day making these stupid holiday chocolates for you. and his ears burn when he tells you that he only made these for you, because you're the only one he cares about enough to make some stupid chocolates for on a holiday he hates.

and you smile, so bright and pretty and so you. and katsuki feels like he's on top of the world when you shyly kiss his cheek, your hand in his grip on your way home.

he guessed he'll have to tell his mom about this..and maybe think about thanking her.

the day katsuki plans to propose to you, it rains.

and not even regular rain, a fucking downpour.

and due to prior experiences and feelings he’s had since childhood, he fucking hates rain.

but you love it. when you were kids you loved jumping in puddles and during morning time, you were drowsier and more prone to falling asleep when it was raining. when you got older, you'd always gasp happily when it started to rain, even though katsuki scoffed every time you did, mean mugging the window. he'd asked you what you liked about rain every year you were together, because it was cold, it made the ground sloshy and slippery and it made his quirk basically obsolete when he was younger and harder to use the older he got. there was absolutely nothing fun about that. and you'd always tell him the same exact thing.

"i like it 'cus i just do." you'd respond simply. he always raised a brow at you, but let it be. he couldn't change your mind about it and that was it.

with his proposal plans down the gutter, you're cuddling bed. you yawn in his arms, the tapping against the window putting you at ease. katsuki can admit it's not ear grating, but he'd much rather it just—not rain at all. and he wishes that so much more now, stupid fucking rain..ruining his fucking plans to fucking marry you..

"why do you like this shit so much ?" he asks you the question he's been asking you for years now as you lay against his warm chest. he doesn't mean to do it, only realising he's been asking you this practically all his life after the fact. and it makes him realise how long you've been together when you calmly respond the way you always have, cheekily smiling up at him.

you stick your tongue out at him "i like it 'cus i just do."

oh. fuck.

katsuki doesn't know exactly why that sets him off. maybe because the fact you've been together for two decades makes him emotional. maybe it's because throughout all these years your answer hasn't changed and you haven't changed and your feelings haven't changed for him. you still smile up at him, you did when you were kids when he'd asked you to be his wife with those cheap ring pops he'd begged his mom to buy. you did in middle school even when he thought you had a crush on izuku for a while and it made him act in such an embarrassing way he doesn't want to remember it, but he does anyway. you smiled up at him when he'd asked you out with the chocolates he'd spend hours working on, making them perfect for you. and when he'd told you to just move in with him because "you're basically here all the time anyway."

you've always been there, and he's always loved you. since the day you'd mesmerised him so much at six years old he had to talk to his mom about you.

katsuki absolutely fucking hates rain, and he doubts that'll change anytime soon, and it ruined his perfect proposal. but he can't hear the rain in his ears anymore when he abruptly flips you onto your back to kiss you. all he hears in the tiny giggles you let out when he smacks three wet kisses onto your lips before diving in for a longer one. i love you, they say. he can only hear your fingers sneaking into his hair and scratching at his scalp and the happy sigh you let out when he runs his tongue across your lips.

"m'breath stinks," you mumble drowsily, katsuki grumbles, pulling away just far enough to tell you "i don't give a fuck." and diving in again. you squeal in surprise. it's all he hears.

"fuckin' love you." he grunts against your lips, you hum, briefly able to pull away to catch your breath to tell him you love him too, and pulling him closer to you, the rustling of your sheets, yours and his, is all he hears.

"yeah ? you love me ?" he whispers, going to nibble at your ear. he's all over you, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck and you giggle, "mhm, love you." you sigh.

"fuck.." he breathes again, bringing his face back up to yours he presses his forehead to yours "fuck—so," he places another kiss to your lips, he gulps "so marry me."

and then you blink at him "what ?" you breathe heavily, softly chuckling. and the rapid beating of his heart is all he hears, but then your eyes go glossy and you whisper, voice broken and wobbly "..what ?"

he huffs to himself, his hands search for yours and intertwine when he finds them. like the day he'd pulled you over to his mom so he could ask her to let you come over to play at his house. like when you'd offered it to him when he took you to prom and you looked more beautiful than he could ever utter. he wonders how you'd look during your wedding. he's thought about it more times than he can count.

he takes a deep breath, not pulling away "i wasn't supposed to tell you like this, fuckin rain.." he scoffs. "but—fuck, i just—you've always been there, always been with me. since i was a snot nosed fuckin' brat and at times were you shoulda left my ass." he's forgotten the shit he wanted to say, simply blurting out what's on his mind. he feels a little bad, because kirishima had helped him with his speech, but his heart beats too hard to care.

"but m'glad you didn't. m'glad you didn't before and i'm glad you haven't now 'cus i love you so fuckin' much." you let out a giggle mixed with a little sob at his constant nervous cursing and it makes him smile lightly too.

"i know there are times where i've been a pretty shit boyfriend but..but i mean it, y'know ?" he sniffs a bit, and you shake your head "you've never been a shit boyfriend, suki. just a bit of a pain in my ass sometimes," you giggle but your eyes are overflowing with tears. he chuckles and fights back tears of his own with a sniffle again.

"yeah, major pain..but even still i—when i told you i wanted you to be my wife back when we were kids, i meant it. an' when that fuckin loser tried to ask you out on valentines day in middle school, i wanted to knock his fuckin' teeth in." he smirks, and you try to hide your laugh with a gasp "wanted to tell him you were mine."

"you're such a baby. i remember how pouty you were about it."

" i wasn't pouty," he rolls his eyes, his smile doesn't disappear. he wipes away a tear about to roll down your cheek before you can get his your shirt sleeve wetter then it already is "you could've just told me back then," you whisper, holding onto the hand on your cheek and pressing a kiss to his palm. katsuki feels his heart swell.

"i should've told you a lot of shit back then," he laments. he remembers when shigaraki put holes in him and the constant flashes of you on his mind. when he woke up in the hospital and you'd been there and he just couldn't tell you those three words. he'd figured that since you were both alive, he could tell you later when shit was less..messy.

except shit kept getting messier, and then when katsuki blew a hole into his heart he'd wished he could've told you how much he loved you.

but then he had gotten another chance, another chance to be with you. to be the best damn boyfriend in the world like he'd promised you he'd be, to make you happy, and he didn't care if shit got even messier, he didn't care to be scared. when he woke up with his mom and dad, a doctor and you. everything else blurred in his mind and despite your runny nose and your mix of how much you'd missed him and how worried you were but also scolding him on how much of a dummy he was, katsuki couldn't help but smile.

his mom still teases him about how the first words that he'd blurted out after waking up from his operation getting chastised by doctors were "fuck, i love you."

"but, i won't regret not telling you shit anymore. i won't wait any longer either," he kicks out of the sheets, reaching for the lowest drawer of his nightstand to pull out a little red box, grabbing you with him and placing you down right in front of him. he kneels down on one knee, like when he used to tie your shoelaces for you because you didn't know how to, and how he does to this day because 'you want to crack your head against the side walk so bad, but i don't wanna see that shit.'

he grabs your hand, and with a wobbly voice asks you "will you marry me ?"

and finally, katsuki stops hearing his own heart beat and hears the gentle tapping of the rain, still pouring, but it puts him slightly at ease when you nod and squeal out a 'yes !'

<33

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

"𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫"

synopsis: Your boyfriend, Aventurine, gets drunk and ruins an important event for your other boyfriend, Veritas, and he pays the price while you receive an award.

tags: threesome, cuckholding(?), overstimulation, rough, vulgar, degradation, praise, bondage, toys

wrd cnt: 1.1k

a/n: screaming wish it was me :(

The business party you attended on behave of your partners had been long and tiring, but finally, you were all back home in your comfortable penthouse. As the doors closed behind you, the tension in the air was palpable, and the ride in the car was the worst. Aventurine had….misbehaved, at the party, causing quite a scene and embarrassing both you and Dr. Ratio in front of their colleagues.

“You were supposed to behave tonight, Aventurine,” Dr. Ratio's voice was cold and filled with disappointment as he approached the coat rack.

“But...but I couldn't help it. The champagne was just so good and everyone was having such a good time,” he tried to explain, but Veritas expression didn't soften.

“You know the rules. Misbehaving has consequences, this was an especially important night for my project” he said, their tone leaving no room for argument. Aventurine's eyes widened as they realized what was coming.

Meanwhile, you stood to the side, watching the exchange with a mix of arousal and concern. You knew what was about to happen, and you couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through your veins. But at the same time, you couldn't help but worry for Aventurine.

“Hey- what are you doing….” Your blonde lover spouted, “Y/n…help meee, he’s being so- hiccup so mean”.

“Y/n, unlike you, knows to behave when she needs to. If only you were more like her.” Your other boyfriend says, as he sits Aventurine down on the a chair, his languid body wobbling from his intoxication.

Aventurine's voice trembled in fear and anticipation. “Okay- I’m sorry, but what is this for”

Without another word, Dr. Ratio marched over to a nearby shelf and picked up a small remote. He had tied up the drunk man well, hands behind his back and legs spread apart, an attachment on his crotch.

He pressed a button, and a loud buzzing noise filled the room. You recognized it as the sound of a vibrator.

“Since you couldn't behave in public, you'll have to behave here,” Dr. Ratio replied coldly as they approached Aventurine with the remote in hand. “You can enjoy the sensation while you watch me take care of someone else who can follow the rules.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Dr. Ratio turned to you and pulled you into a passionate kiss. His lips were demanding and possessive as his hands roamed your body, reminding you that you belonged to him right now, him alone. You moaned into the kiss, eagerly responding to his warm touch.

You felt Aventurine's eyes on you, and you opened your eyes to see him staring at you with a mix of arousal, jealousy, and frustration. He were visibly straining against their restraints as the vibrator worked its magic on his cock.

“Are you ready for a reward?” Dr. Ratio asked you, breaking the kiss and turning to Aventurine. He ran a hand down your body and reached between your legs, finding you already wet with desire. 

'Yes, Veritas- ,' you moaned, feeling Aventurine's eyes on you as Dr. Ratio's fingers danced over your clit.

“Very good,” Dr. Ratio said, his voice full of satisfaction as he pushed you down onto the couch infront of your tortured other.

Slowly, he’d remove your shirt, squeezing your tits before taking your bra off. Mouth clasped onto your nipple, he’d give Aventurine some glances, smiling against your skin every now and then as he watched his legs start shaking.

Once your panties were off, Veritas picked you up, and held you against his chest, opening your legs and letting Aventurine get a look at your glistening cunt, getting rubbed and fingered by Veritas.

You held onto him tight, moaning breathlessly as he prepared your hole, whispering dirty things in your ear from behind.

“Feels good baby? You’re so wet already, look at our little mut over there…He’s already came twice it seems.”

He chuckled, kissing the nape of your neck as he feels his cock almost rip the seems of his pants under you.

“Fuck- Can you just….Im so- so sorry please Veritas…”

With Aventurines pleas, your lover only laughed.

He flipped you over on your back to the cushion, spreading your legs as he takes his cock out; slapping your wet pussy with the tip.

“Mmm- fuck…you’re such a good girl, you really deserve this. Unlike some people.”

You gasped when you felt the tip go inside, and after every inch after that.

Veritas was gentle in preparing you, but not gentle when fucking you, especially with all his anger for your other boyfriend. He gripped your waist hard, and thrusted into you so deep, you practically screamed his name.

He snapped at Aventurine, who’s now fully in tears from overstimulating, cumming his brains out and watching you get fucked like you’re doing the same.

“Look at you…Pathetic. You could have taken her other hole but you just had to be an idiot.”

Aventurine watched with a mix of arousal and torturous anguish as Ratio fucked you, making you writhe with pleasure.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the buzzing of the vibrator. Aventurine's eyes were locked on you, his own cock straining against the vibrator as he was forced to watch.

You look at Aventurine, taking small glances of his cock covered in his own cum.

“Don’t look at him, he can’t save you, or himself.” Veritas said, grabbing your face and making you look at him. 

You cried out in pleasure as he pounded into you. You were lost in the bliss of his touch, and Aventurines eyes locked onto your body made everything so much more pleasurable; watching his leaky cock. 

Dr. Ratio's pace quickened, and soon you were both teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With one final, powerful thrust, he sent you both over the edge, your bodies shaking with pleasure. He filled you up to the brim, so much cum oozing out of your hole.

Veritas picked you up quickly, and held your back against his chest, opening your legs and carrying them infront of Aventurine; still strapped to the chair but now recovering as Ratio finally retired the vibrator.

He tries to catch his breathe, looking up to see your spread apart cunt in his face, carried by Veritas.

“Clean her up. It’s all you’re getting tonight.”

With hunger, your starved boyfriend took your cunt into his mouth, hands still behind him as he pushed his face into you, tongue cleaning up Veritas’ mess.

[holybibly]

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 | Seonghwa x reader

Pairing: Toxic idol Seonghwa x reader Summary: You promise yourself: This is the last time you let Seonghwa use you for his entertainment. But old habits are hard to break. Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, Idol!AU, Angst, Toxic relationship, fuck buddies. Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI Word count: 5.2k Warnings: Toxic dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, destructive relationship, emotional dependence, humiliation, emotional manipulation, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, face fucking, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, manhandling, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, spit kink and more.

net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity @newworldnet

A|N: At some point I realised that the unholy hours were moving into the mini-ff format, and I think you bunnies will find it much more convenient to enjoy them in this form than just notes. This is really something new to me. I think my bunnies have been wanting to see something with angst for a long time, and now I'm here to fulfil your wishes.

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part I @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing @claimmeyourprincess

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part II @unholywriters @hey-syia @hrts4nohee @vnessalau @mlink64 @tessakleine @fr34k4c1dr41n @313hwa @lilyuwon @tiziamattaga @un-knew @wiaxul @siyah-staryis @seonghwasbbgirl @mingisfavgf @bunnyluvr25 @roserperfume @lose-lose07 @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @lelaleleb @bubblebisk @silverlight-h @ chloe-elise-2000 @cookiesandcreammy @mxnsxngie @miyaluvvsyou

You deserve better; you know you do. You deserve someone special—someone who will treat you well and take care of you. You know you can find someone other than Park Seonghwa who doesn't deserve you, someone other than Seonghwa who doesn't care about you, Seonghwa who leaves after himself nothing but rot and destruction. 

Your relationship with Hwa is a corrosive, poisonous acid that eats away at your skin and your feelings until there's nothing left of you, but you're sure that's not enough for him either. 

This relationship is eating you alive, and yet you can't give it up. 

You go back to him again and again and let Seonghwa fuck you until you're unconscious, until you have scrapes, scratches, and bruises, until you have that infamous and overrated 'bad boys will get you to heaven' feeling. But the sweet euphoria of lust after rough animal sex on the edge of the tolerable always fades, leaving an emptiness and a ruination of bitter emotions after he kisses you lightly on the cheek and asks you to get the hell out of his dressing room so he can get ready for the concert.

You swear to yourself that this is the last time you'll let him wipe his feet on you, but Hwa waves his finger at you like the beckoning of an inexperienced, trusting kitten, and you're back on your knees in front of him with your mouth full of his big, thick cock. 

You're still wondering why Seonghwa chose you. Why did the gaze of his gorgeous, feline eyes fall on such an ordinary and unimpressive you?

Maybe this happened because Wooyoung was endlessly flirting with you, or because Yunho was paying you too much attention to you, complimenting you, and looking at you like a lovesick puppy with his big twinkling eyes. Or maybe he just did it because he wanted to, and you were never able to find an explanation for why he was doing it. 

But who were you to him? Just one in a million, and Seonghwa, well, Seonghwa was really something special. 

The gorgeous, handsome, talented, devilishly sexy lead singer of Ateez, known for his charisma and incredible stage presence, with crowds of people always at his feet, wanting to touch the divine even for a second, perfectly knowing that would kill them. Every time he performs, his name goes viral, and the number of fans who say they'd give anything to spend a night with him runs into the millions.

You weren't blind. You saw what the girls he brought with him backstage looked like—the girls who spent the nights in his hotel rooms, the ones he kissed and danced with, the ones he pressed against his hot, lithe body in the darkness of the nightclubs. And yet Seonghwa would always come back to you—not to them, but to you. Maybe that is why you keep coming back to him. Over and over and over again. 

This is Seonghwa, who makes you as special as he is.

He's the shining star, showering you with magical light, but night melts like his kisses, and the rising sun brings a sense of bitter reality. While Seonghwa continues to shine, you remain shadowed, waiting for the star to light your sky again.

It's a very dangerous thing to be so dependent on such a feeling. To be so dependent on a relationship like that and on a guy like Hwa. So you try to distance yourself from him, to create a distance where he can't get to you anymore. You try to avoid him, you pay more attention to the gentle and kind Yunho, and you spend more time with your friends. You feel brave when you shamelessly flirt with Woo, and in general, you try to convince yourself that you don't want to be with Seonghwa any more. You have no desire to have a sense of 'heaven' anymore. Nevertheless, you keep checking your messages, hoping to see what he's been texting you, and waiting to hear that sultry, hoarse "come to me, baby" again as Seonghwa tries to screw you before the concert. 

You're going crazy for him. For a man who was never really yours to begin with. It's stupid, all these feelings, all this possessiveness and childish jealousy, all this pettiness and anger that he's showing you, especially when you think that he doesn't care about you at all. But Seonghwa doesn't like to share; even if he doesn't want you to belong to him, he still does it because he can. You can flirt with Wooyoung all you want; you can blush at Yunho's compliments, but he'll be the one who shoves his cock down your throat; he'll be the one whose touch makes you cum.

Another night, another bar, another group of friends—then you hear the familiar ring of your mobile phone. Seonghwa. You're not surprised at all; Ateez is performing tonight, and he's obviously stressed. You know that Hwa has been acting like a bitch and that he is driving all the people around him crazy. He needs to fuck; he needs to fuck all the anger and tension out of him; otherwise, he won't be able to pull himself together. 

You've promised yourself that you won't be his puppet to relieve stress any more. So you turn down the screen of your mobile phone and go back to having a chat with your friends, but your phone still rings. Again. Once more. And once again. And then Seonghwa stops calling. Your phone goes silent, and the silence seems to swallow up the whole bar to plunge you into an icy, dark depth. You have the feeling that something inside you is on the verge of breaking. 

Your body moves almost automatically, you apologise to your friends, get into a taxi, and try to get to the venue of the show as quickly as you can. As you sit in the dark interior of the taxi as it speeds along the night road, you think about how Seonghwa is too bad for you—poisonous and bitter, like a forbidden lethal drug that poisons your blood—bad blood—a bad habit that you can't get rid of. 

But still, the thought that Seonghwa doesn't want you any more is driving your mind into a frenzy. You just can't bear it if he doesn't ever kiss you again. 

And for the umpteenth time, you swallow your pride and self-respect and choose Seonghwa instead, if even though you know damn well he doesn't want you as much as you want him. 

Before you open the door to Seonghwa's dressing room, you catch a sympathetic glance from Yeosang, and it makes you feel so disgusted, even though you know he's not ashamed or judging you. But you still feel like a dirty whore, running to Hwa at the snap of his fingers, even though you know exactly how Yunho feels to you. And something in the depths of Yeosang's hazel fox eyes almost makes you want to turn around and get the hell out of here. But instead you turn the metal handle and step into Seonghwa's personal dressing room.

As soon as you're inside, Seonghwa is smiling at you with a smug and victorious smile, stretched out on the couch with his long legs stretched out. He's gorgeous, as he always is, but there's something about the way his entire body is wrapped in black leather, chains, and straps that almost makes your knees weaken and your mouth fill with drool. 

"Here's my baby girl. Seonghwa pulls himself up from the couch and approaches you slowly, like a large, graceful cat. All his movements are refined and calculated, as if one wrong move could scare you away. "I knew you would come; my doll always comes back to me. Doesn't she? But I must say you had me worried today, baby, and I don't like that at all." He purred velvety and pulled you to him for a deep, dirty, but too short for your liking, kiss before pushing you roughly against the closed door. "My little pet must never forget who her master is. To remind you, I'm going to fuck you harder than usual tonight, doll."

You just nod and let him do what he wants. Seonghwa laughs grimly and presses his whole body against you, and you can clearly feel his hard-on as he presses his hips into you even harder. 

"We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, baby. And we'll take it slow; I'm going to fuck you so good, doll, that you'll feel my cock in your little cunt for days." Hwa whispers sultrily and hoarsely into your ear before he pulls away from you and starts to unbuckle his trousers. With his long, graceful fingers, he skillfully pulls the leather strap out of his trousers and wraps it around your neck like an improvised leash. 

There it is again; he loves to humiliate you so much to show you your true "place,"  but still you happily fall to your knees to please him.

You raise your wet, puppy eyes to him and look up at Seonghwa through your fluffy eyelashes before you begin to pull his impossibly tight leather pants down from his thighs. Of course Seonghwa has no underwear on; he's always ready to fuck, and somehow you're not surprised at all. 

Everything about him is awesome, even his cock, so damn ideal, so perfectly long and thick with those deliciously swollen veins and reddened, wet with pre-sperm head;

You curl your palm around the base of his cock and run your tongue along the wet, velvety length, sucking in bitter drops of pre-cum.

Seonghwa purrs contentedly, rolling his eyes in pleasure and tossing his head back as you run your tongue along the thick, swollen head of his cock.

"Fuck, yes, like that's." You practically stop breathing for a second, admiring the way his chest rises and falls with his heavy, slow breathing, and the beads of sweat run down the length of his seductive neck; you want to lick them off with your tongue. 

You hum softly somewhere in the back of your throat, sparks of excitement running down your spine and your stomach clenching at the soft purring of his voice and the rough pressure of the leather strap around your neck.

Hwa growls, harder tightening the belt and cutting off your oxygen supply almost completely as you insert the tip of your tongue into his oozing slit, licking and circling around the spongy crown.

"I always knew you were the ultimate filthy slut. And when it comes to sucking me off, you always live up to my expectations." Seonghwa spoke, his voice slightly choked and broken. 'Now are you ready to be a good girl and swallow my cock all the way down?" He pulled harder on your belt, bringing you closer to him, and you immediately relaxed your jaw, opening your mouth obediently for Seonghwa's dick. "Careful with your teeth, bunny." That was the only warning you heard from him.

You know exactly what's going to happen next, so you relax your throat completely and take a deep breath through your nose, allowing Seonghwa to slide his cock into your mouth unhindered. The slide is smooth and familiar due to the copious amounts of pre-cum and drool that coat its silky length, and your lips stretch out prettyly around the thick, hot cock so that you can take in its entire girth in your mouth. 

Seonghwa hisses like a cat as your teeth lightly scrape the sides of his sensitive cock as he penetrate deeper and deeper. The pain is deep in the muscles of your neck, and you can feel small jolts of discomfort on the sides of your tight jaw as the wet, swollen head of his cock rests against the back of your throat. His thick, heavy cock rests all the way on your tongue before you swallow, which allows Seonghwa to penetrate even deeper into your throat.

"Oh fuck, that is so hot. I can see the bulge of my dick on your neck,  baby." Hwa moans lewdly, and what he says turns you on more than you'd like to admit. 

Your pussy clenches, sweat begins to collect under your knees, and your thighs tremble with the need to move to find some friction that will ease the growing pain between your legs. You can almost feel how your clit is tingling with excitement. You let out a helpless whimper—a hoarse, muffled sound as your tongue flicks along the underside of his shaft. 

"So cutie." Seonghwa chuckles wickedly and finally begins fucking you in his mouth. He still holds your improvised leash tightly and has complete control over your breathing. The pace of his thrusts gradually increases, getting faster and sharper until he begins to thrust roughly into your throat, pulling you as close to him as he can with the leash until your pretty face is actually pressed against his flat, embossed belly. 

The smell of his skin is spicy, with a sweet hint of vanilla. The heavy musk of his perfume is earthy and intoxicating. The bitter saltiness of his pre-cum, his hot, velvety cock throbbing in time to his thunderous heartbeat as you reflexively gulp around him—it is enough to make you tremble with desperation, with the desire to feel him cum down your throat, to feel the taste of his pleasure. And it is this sweet yet pernicious desire that drives you to continue to pleasure him, even in the face of all the shame you feel about it. 

You struggle to keep eye contact with him, dabbing away the tears as he stares down at you with all his majesty, like some ancient pagan deity who brings nothing but torment and destruction. Your drool drips from your mouth onto the cold dressing room floor, running down his balls and bubbling at the corners of your lips. The sight is disgusting, but it only seems to turn Seonghwa on more, and through the squelching, wet sounds, you can hear him moaning hoarsely, "Take it, baby," between heavy sighs and wheezes, and you're more than happy to oblige. 

Your head becomes light and starts to spin from the sudden loss of oxygen as he suddenly tightens the leash. You are catastrophically short of air, the walls of your throat spasm as they flutter around his cock, and tiny darck spots appear in your eyes. 

It seems like an eternity before Seonghwa is completely out of your mouth, long strands of saliva mixed with his pre-cum stretching from his thick, swollen head to your lips. Through your tears, you can even see the slight sheen of your pink lipstick covering the velvety length like icing on the birthday cake.

You gulp for air, desperately trying to fill your lungs with oxygen, but he doesn't give you enough time to breathe, shoving his cock back into your mouth almost immediately, the movement rough and fast, the head almost hitting the back of your throat. 

"Fuck, baby!" Seonghwa curses, his voice dropping a couple of octaves to become rough and sultry, and you can even detect a slight hint of satoori in the pornographic tone of his voice. 

His body trembles slightly with tension as he feels the narrow, slippery walls of your throat tighten around him once more, like a silk vise, milking out all that you are able to take out of him. Mentally preparing yourself for when he starts to move again, you concentrate on breathing through your nose and letting Seonghwa warm his cock deep in your throat. 

"Feels so damn good, doll. I always knew that that pretty mouth of yours was made for sucking on my cock'. You swallow weakly, letting his cock slide deeper into your throat, letting Seonghwa know you're ready for him to start moving again as the animal panic inside you subsides, leaving a tingling sensation of pleasure in your limbs and a throbbing cunt. 

And then Hwa begins to fuck you down your throat with all his strength and passion, entering you sharply and roughly, his balls slapping against your wet chin with every thrust. He mercilessly uses your throat as a toy, dragging his thick, veiny length between the slippery, narrow walls of your throat until, at one point, the head of his cock slips into your gullet, causing you both to gasp for breath. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck baby, you're driving me crazy...' Hwa growls, tightening the leash. "My favourite slut, you love sucking my cock more than anything, don't you?" Seonghwa's gaze was so hot as he watched his cock bulging out from your throat. He couldn't take his eyes off your stretched neck. You looked so damn beautiful when you were being used. "Such an obedient girl for me, my sugar doll." His praise sends a liquid fire pulsing through your veins, and the lust burns through your insides until you feel a hot throbbing in your clit. Your slime seeps through your panties and you feel so full and so empty at the same time. You try to shake your head to the beat of Seonghwa's relentless, fast thrusts and cling to his hips with your fingers to pull him deeper into your face, faster, harder. You want to feel his cum rushing down your throat.

And all this effort just to hear more of that sweet poison pouring out of his lips like ambrosia. Seonghwa is poisoning you, you know it, but you're too deep in his web to be able to give him up. 

He needs a few more thrusts before he decides to come out of your mouth in its entirety. All of a sudden, Seonghwa is crouching down in front of you, holding your face in his palms and running his thumbs over your hot, flushed cheeks, smearing more drool and mascara all over your face. 

"You're always so good to me, doll. So obedient, so lovely, the best girl I've ever fucked in my life." His words leave scars on your skin that you're sure everyone can see. Sharp, bleeding marks to cement his claim on you. So that even when he no longer needs you, you'll always remember that you belong to him. "Only mine..." Seonghwa snarls, his sweat-soaked forehead resting against yours, a beautiful, almost demonic grin spreading across his swollen lips. 

You watch in fascination as he licks his fucking, sensual lips, leaving them glistening with his saliva. His big hand runs through your hair and down the back of your neck, until it is squeezing the back of your neck in a painful grip that makes you feel dizzy. 

"Open...' He whispers to you, and you comply. Your mouth opens obediently, soft tongue protruding, waiting for the warm, thick glob of his saliva to land on your slippery appendage. 

Seonghwa is almost shaking, moaning softly as he sees it melt against your pink muscle, his cock twitching between his thighs. You don't even have time to close your mouth as he greedily licks your chin, collecting all the drool and his own pre-cum before he pushes his tongue into your mouth and kisses you wet and dirty. He only stops for a moment to spit into your mouth again and seal your lips with his own in another lewd kiss. 

You whimper into his lips and look up at him from under your wet lashes to meet his famous siren's gaze. His eyes are practically black, the dilated pupils having completely engulfed the gleaming chocolate irises like a demonic veil.

"That's my good girl," Seonghwa breathes out and slides his saliva-slicked lips over yours.

His other hand slips between your thighs, and you squirm as you feel his fingers slide along the wet edge of your panties. He runs his fingers along the silky folds of your cunt, teasing and savouring the viscous moisture of your arousal that coats his knuckles with a transparent glaze. 

"I'll fuck you now, baby." His voice—a low murmur, vibrating in his chest and penetrating your pussy, making it clench around nothing. 

You let out a faint hum of agreement, ignoring the meaning of his words and instead rocking your hips to try and get more of the delicious friction of his fingers on your wet pussy. 

You were desperate to feel those long, ringed fingers stretch your tight hole in as pleasurable a way as possible. Seonghwa seldom fucked you with his fingers, preferring to shove his thick cock into you straight away, but when he was in the mood, you squirted for him endlessly. He loved to see you writhing and moaning as the clear streams of fluid poured out of your cunt like a waterfall. Sometimes he would even be able to lick you afterwards, lapping up all of your juices as if he were dying of thirst and only your cunt could satisfy him.

The time you come back to reality is when Seonghwa suddenly gets up on his feet and pulls you up behind him. Immediately, he turns your back to him and presses your body against the coarse wall. Seonghwa presses himself against you with his whole body, his hot, heavy cock touching your naked buttocks, and you hope that he won't fuck you in the ass this evening. The memories of last time are still too vivid in your mind, and let's say it wasn't the most pleasant experience for you. Your hopes are fulfilled when you hear the sound of the lace being torn before his two fingers enter you at the base. Acceptance isn't difficult at all, and apart from the fact that you're so damn wet right now, it's almost routine for you, considering how often Hwa fucks you. 

"You always are so wet for me, doll. You can't wait to get my cock in you, can you?" Seonghwa whispers in your ear as he runs his fingers over the silky walls of your pussy and makes you see the stars. The cold metal of his rings cools down your inner heat a little and gives you some relief, even if it is only fleeting. "Beg for it, doll. Beg for my cock or you're not going to get any." 

"Please, Hwa, I want your cock so badly. Please fuck me, please take me like the slut that I am. Use me like a toy." You whimper as you squeeze his fingers into your pussy and arch your back against him. Your cheek rubs uncomfortably against the rough wall of the dressing room, but you don't care, you need Hwa to fuck you. You want to go to that goddamn heaven, even if you have to go straight to hell afterwards. 

"Whatever my doll's wishes are." Seonghwa suddenly pulls his fingers out of you with a loud, crunching sound and immediately replaces them with his cock. He enters you with a one sharp thrust until his balls are pressed against the soft underside of your buttocks. Seonghwa spends a few moments savouring the sensation of your hot walls enveloping his cock, pulsing and contracting around its massive girth before he begins to move. 

The first thrust of his hips was enough for you to make your legs go weak at the knees. God, once again you're convinced: Seonghwa knows exactly how to use those hips. Smoothly rolling over and over again, getting harder and harder until it becomes a steady, rough but deep rhythm. You let out a soft, panting moan with each hard thrust, your eyes rolling with pleasure and your legs shaking as you fight to hold your position and keep from falling to the floor. You feel Seonghwa everywhere - in your pussy, in your thoughts, in your heart, and the way he presses his body against yours. One hand grips your thigh, digging his fingers into the soft flesh until bruises start blacken on the skin, the other next to your head against the wall, almost cutting you off from the world. You're completely surrounded by Seonghwa, trapped in the cage of his body, and if you could, you would like to stay here forever. 

"You're such a dirty little girl. What do you think Yunho would think of you if he could see you now? Would he still be in love with you like a puppy, if he saw how I made you my toy by fucking you on my cock like a fool?" As he whispered this to you, Seonghwa pressed his chest against your back, his hot breath touching the sensitive skin of your neck. 

'I, I don't know, Hwa...' You mumble incoherently, completely lost in pleasure and feeis of Seonghwa, he could call you the most insulting names in the world right now and you wouldn't care. 

He doesn't say anything else, but instead he starts to leave wet, purple hickeys on your neck, which penetrate deeper and deeper into your soft body. Everyone can probably hear exactly what the two of you are doing - the sounds of sex are always recognisable - wet, dirty and fucking loud. And to top it all off, Seonghwa liked to show off, he wanted everyone to know how well he was fucking you. 

You start to feel the knot of pleasure inside of you getting tighter and tighter, letting you know that your orgasm is just around the corner. Which you immediately tell Hwa about.

"God, Seonghwa, I'm going to cum". You are whimpering.

"Do it doll, cum on my cock like a good girl". He growls, jerking your hips with such force that your back arched in pain. The change in position has forced his cock into you at a new angle, the thick head hitting a super sensitive cluster of nerves each time, sending you to heaven with each sharp moves of his hips. 

Your orgasm hits you with such a force that you can almost taste it on your tongue. Your whole body begins to tremble. Overwhelming hot pleasure flows through your veins like boiling lava as the shroud of euphoria overtakes you and you feel yourself beginning to lose touch with reality. But Seonghwa continued to move, ignoring your whimpering and plaintive squeals.

"What a good girl you are." He praises you and leans down to kiss the curve of your neck, it's position that allows him to increase the amplitude of his thrusts as he fucks you deep and hard. Seonghwa really knew how to fuck you into unconsciousness, how to fuck you so well that you wouldn't be able to think of anyone else. 

"You like being a little slut for me? Don't you? You are just a toy for me to use for my own pleasure. Always so ready." With these last words, his thrusts became sharper and more aggressive than they had been before. "I'll just use you as a cocksleeve because that's all you are. My beautiful slut that I can use however and wherever I want.". 

You could feel how the overstimulation was hitting you; it was almost burning you from the inside out, mixing the pleasure and the pain into a searing, intoxicating cocktail. But if Seonghwa had any intention of taking advantage of you, you were at his disposal without any objections. Hwa pressed his chest against the back of yours once more, his soft lips touching your neck as he did so. 

"God, I'm going to fill you up, damn it. You'll take all my cum, and everyone will know you're mine." He growls and bites down hard on your neck. You sob and feel his hot, viscous cum filling you as you writhe weakly in his arms. 

"Seonghwa, I feel so fucking good with you." You groan; turn over your shoulder to look at Seonghwa.

Fuck, he looks like he is completely fucked. Hwa's face is almost glowing from the experience of his orgasm, and he's giving you the most unbelievably demonic look he's capable of. You want to say so much to him; you want to beg him to never leave you alone, but instead you swallow your feelings and turn your back on him.

It takes a few moments for him to recover before he is able to come out of your pussy completely. Hwa watches in awe as his cum begins to drip from your distended cunt, your hole still clenching around nothing and spurting out the viscous milky liquid. He scoops up his cum with his fingers and smears it all over your swollen labia before shoving it back into the hole he just used. 

When you start to whimper and wriggle, he finally stops playing with his cum and calmly walks away from you to his makeup table to check on his mobile phone how much time is left before the show starts, while you fall to the floor in exhaustion. 

The sweet euphoria of pleasure, mixed with the adrenaline, gradually gives way to a cold emptiness and bitter disappointment. You feel so used by him. 

"Shit, I need to get ready. Can you leave now, baby?" Seonghwa says as she starts to fix his hair and looks at his reflection in the mirror. 

'You know, Hwa...' You start to say, but you stop yourself when he turns around in your direction and looks at you with big, shining eyes that seem to have the sparkle of a million stars gathered in them. He has a relaxed look about him, so calm and collected, so different from the Seonghwa you saw an hour ago. 

"What is this, a doll?' He asks, tilting his head to the side like a curious kitten. 

'Nothing at all; I wish you had a good show.' You say as you get up on your wobbly legs, straighten your clothes, and then walk out of his dressing room, shutting the door behind you with a tight flick. You barely manage to hold back the tears as you push your way through the staff and other idols laughing and chatting as they wait for the show to start. Somewhere in the crowd, you notice the tall figure of Mingi arguing with Wooyoung, and you duck your head to avoid being seen by them. 

You reach the rescue door with the bright red 'Exit' sign, and finally you allow yourself to give free rein to your emotions.

You swear to yourself: This is the last time you'll do this. You swear that you'll never let Seonghwa take advantage of you again. 

It's too bad though that old habits die hard. 

[homestylehughes]

how the hughes brothers would kiss you

pairings: jack x fem!reader, luke hughes x fem!reader, quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, some suggestive content!

word count: 600

authors note: hi loves! its fall break so guess who has time to write.. MEEE. I missed writing so much so I thought this would be a good start, I just wanted to write something sweet and short before I work on other things! I hope you all are doing well, much love as always <3.

Jack:

Jack's kisses would start off innocent and sweet, tucking your hair behind your ear and pulling sweetly into him by your cheek, His lips feeling like soft silk against yours. Your hands finding his neck, pulling your body into his, as your lips move together. Jack loves trailing his lips down your neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive parts of your neck, jack knows your body better than you do you're convinced. Always knowing the right places to touch, kiss, and love.  

You love when he kisses you rough. When his tongue slides into your mouth instantly, how his hands move to grab you hips or neck moving you to where he wants you. Loving when jacks control, moaning into his mouth as your tongue’s battle for dominance, always knowing he's going to win. Jack loves how your body reacts to him. How you become breathless as he places kisses down your body, his intense eye contact as he makes his way down, sends shivers down your spine every time. 

You love the soft moments when you two kiss, the early morning sweet loving kisses, when jacks about to leave for practice. Or the ones when he's leaving for a roadie, pressing continuous kisses to your lips to stall before he has to leave. 

Luke: 

If you asked Luke what his favorite pastime is, he would say kissing you. Luke knows the fine line of kissing you like a starving man or like a sweet boy, but you would take either, because you love them both. Luke loves to lazily kiss you, you can always count on his lips finding yours when you too are supposed to be watching a movie. There's no rush in the kiss, just slow and soft, your hands tangling in his dark curls as you mold into his body. These have to be your favorite, so soft and sweet, and full of love. 

As much as you love how soft and sweet Luke kisses you, you also love when he's eager and quick, kissing you like his life depends on it. The kiss is so fast and urgent, your teeth and tongues clashing together, Luke pulling your body into his, your hands sliding along every ridge of his mussels as you struggle to keep up with him. His lips move to your neck and to your breasts, as he sucks and kisses at the exposed kiss. The sight of his face in your chest is a sight you'll never get tired of seeing.

Quinn: 

Quinn is more of a soft and quiet lover but each time he kisses you, you feel the love radiating through the kiss every time. Always giving you a sweet kiss when he leaves, and comes home. Your favorite has to be when he gives you a sweet forehead kiss, it's such a small intimate thing, but you can't help it when your face heats up from the small act. 

Along with his soft side, Quinn also has a rougher side to him, knowing what he wants and how to get it. With sneaking his hands around your waist, pulling you into him as he lips trail along your neck, your body always giving in to his touch. How his rough, yet soft hands wrapping around your neck, just enough as his lips capture yours. Quinn could move your body in anyway he wanted to, and you'd let him.the way his hands feel against you body, and how his lips feel moving quick against yours is enough to make your knees weak. 

[mayearies]

✩ ABC’S

sfw alphabet with miles. genre: floof

—‘A’ IS FOR AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?) holy moly is he attached to you. he will literally take your attention away from whatever it is you’re doing and direct it towards him. 10 hugs, 20 kisses a day, sounds about right for him. he annoys you with it sometimes but he’s a cutie, so he gets a pass.

“mamiii, focus on meee”

—‘B’ IS FOR BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestie?) he’s a pretty energetic person so expect to do some dumb shit with him. a jokester but also will listen to you rant and vent about your life and will do all he can to distract you from it.

—‘C’ IS FOR CUDDLES (how do they like to cuddle?) hes big on cuddling. quality time in general is important to him. if you don’t like that he doesn’t fw you. in some situations he would be the big spoon, others he would be little. doesnt matter. in fact he doesn’t even really know what those terms mean. he’s also a fan of skin to skin contact to expect his hands to be somewhere on your upper body.

—‘D’ IS FOR DOMESTIC (settling down? how will they be helping out around?) would want to marry you as soon as his parents give him the okay. he’s down tremendous for you. he isnt the cleanest person (did you see his room 💀). he kinda just throws things wherever they are supposed to be. not the best at cooking, either. the only thing he can perfect are probably waffles or pop-tarts.

—‘E’ IS FOR ENDING (how would breakups work out?) lots and lots of tears. it doesn’t matter if you broke up with him or he broke up with you, he would be crying. he didn’t think he would be able to lose someone like you.

—‘F’ IS FOR FIANCÉE (how do they feel about commitment?) he wants to get married as soon as possible. he always rambled on about getting married and the places he would take you, the things you would see. you would have to tell him to slow down before thinking about all of that, but he wouldn’t listen (playfully).

—‘G’ IS FOR GENTLE (how gentle are they?) oh, he’s really gentle. he’s into the slow kind of love. he can be rough if you want him to, though. just not really how he likes things to go. he’s got a sweet tooth for you and you have one for him. only comes naturally. a few kisses traveling from your forehead, down to your cheek, stopping at your collarbone is all he needs.

—‘H’ IS FOR HUGS (do they like hugs?) he loves hugs. love love loves them. he can’t go an hour without some type of physical contact from you. he gives the best hugs too, he gets it from his dad. he likes it when you compliment the way he hugs you, you call him your little build-a-bear.

“aww mami, i love when you call me that. it makes me feel special!”

—‘I’ IS FOR I LOVE YOU (how long does it take them to say the ‘l word?’) pretty fast. unlike his other counterpart, he is pretty head over heels for you. he would probably say it on the second or third date you two had, of while in the talking stage. he probably doesnt even really know what a talking stage is because it’s his first relationship.

—‘J’ IS FOR JEALOUSY (how do they get jealous?) he’s not easily jealous. he would let you have guy friends but they can’t get too close. this man can get predatorial pretty fast. he would brush it off, dismissing it entirely.

—‘K’ IS FOR KISSES (whats their kissing schedule?) hes all for kissing. i mean all. everytime he sees you expect a kiss. the spot changes everytime so he’s unpredictable. but each spot has been kissed at least once. his favorite place is your lips because he likes how they feel. when you kiss him, he shuts down. but if he had to choose, he likes when you kiss him on his forehead or nose. makes him feel comforted.

—‘L’ IS FOR LITTLE ONES (how are they around kids?) kids like him, and he likes kids. more or less he tolerates kids. with him being spiderman, many see him as a rolemodel. i mesn, he does have his own cereal. and christmas song.

—‘M’ IS FOR MORNINGS (how will your mornings go?) scrap the morning routine, it does not exist anymore. he will tangle you in bed with his limbs and hold you there until he’s ready to wake up with you.

—‘N’ IS FOR NIGHTS (how will your nights go?) they're pretty much the same as the mornings. he just wants to drag you to bed and cuddle all night until the sun rises. something he always looks forward to.

"please come back to bed, i can’t live off of me dreamin’ of you."

—‘O’ IS FOR OPEN (when will they tell you about themself?) he would want to get as comfortable with you as possible. if you ask him a personal question, he might be hesitant to answer it but will come around sooner or later. he would let certain details about himself slip by without knowing what he just said.

—‘P’ IS FOR PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?) he's pretty laid back with you. he isn't one to get upset easily. but if he does get upset it might be over little things.

—‘Q’ IS FOR QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?) he tries to remember everything about you. emphasis on try. sometimes he might forget and with acknowledging on how forgetful he is, he will write important details about you in his sketchbook.

—‘R’ IS FOR REMEMBER (what is his favorite moment in your relationship?) his favorite moment? everything he's done. but if he had to choose it would be showing you his sketchbook that had a section dedicated to drawings of you, or that time you complimented his nose.

—‘S’ IS FOR SECURITY (how protective are they of you?) he's really protective. but he can't always express it. when he has his spiderman suit on, and say he's saving you from being robbed or hit on by someone else, best believe he will step in with that deep voice to protect you.

"thanks, but do i know you from somewhere? your voice sounds familiar." "whattt nooo! i've never seen you before in my life!"

—‘T’ IS FOR TRY (how much effort do they put into dates? special occasions?) depends on the day. if it's pretty busy with crime, then he would take you bowling or something along those lines. if we're talking a normal date, a normal date for him is doing graffiti in the subway and running from the po po.

—‘U’ IS FOR UGLY (what's a bad habit of theirs?) he can be sassy, as sassy as you. he does this when he's irked or annoyed. he has the most eligant eye roll for some reason too?

—‘V’ IS FOR VANITY (how insecure are they?) can be pretty insecure sometimes, but you don't mind assuring him he looks good. sometimes, he thinks deeply about how he got with someone like you. if he could live up to your expectations. but him being himself is all you ask for.

—‘W’ IS FOR WHOLE (would they feel incomplete without you?) yes.

—‘X’ IS FOR XTRA (a random headcannon about them?) he probably has tagged you somewhere throughout brooklyn where only he would know. consider it his safe space.

—‘Y’ IS FOR YUCK (what are some things they dislike?) he wouldn't like someone who lies often (💀), makes the whole time he spent with you seem like a waste of time.

—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (some of their sleeping habits?) he's a pretty messy sleeper, on top of that—he's a heavy sleeper. he can sleep through almost anything. so, here's what is expected. you fall asleep envoloped in his arms as he lays in your chest and falls asleep to your heartbeat, then you wake up to the feeling of sheets everywhere, pillows gone, and him spread out on your bed.

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[elizabethsnuts]

Winterwidow daughter accidently broke her arm and is fussy because of the cast she has to wear, one of her uncle (idk who, go wild bb) decided to show some sympathy and wear a fake cast so she won't feel lonely😔😔😔😔

Cast Buddies

WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You aren’t enjoying your cast at all but your Uncle Steve is there to make you feel better.

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The recent addition to your wardrobe was not the most comfortable one, a bright pink, itchy, annoying cast, a consequence of playing a bit too rough with Peter. Natasha had been beside herself with worry, but you, despite the discomfort, seemed to be taking it in stride, though you were noticeably more fussy than usual.

Bucky, ever the protective father, had taken it upon himself to carry you more than he normally did, to which Natasha had to remind him that it was your arm that was broken and not your legs but he seemed to ignore the reminders. Nat always resourceful, had decorated the cast with stickers of butterflies and stars, trying to make it seem less intimidating for you. Despite their efforts, you still seemed upset by the whole ordeal.

One afternoon, Natasha was trying to coax you into taking a nap, which you blatantly refused since who wants to take a nap when they could be playing?

“Mama no nap! My arm hurt! It sooooo itchy!” You whined and wriggled out of Nat’s arms, you stomped your foot on the ground trying to make a point. “No nap! No nap!”

Natasha sighed and gave in, she knew you wouldn’t sleep anyway. “Alright fine, cranky pants. You better be nice to Mama for the rest of the week now.” Natasha smirked.

Natasha carried you into the Avengers Lounge where most of the Avengers were just doing their own thing. You looked to the side to see your Uncle Steve playing with one of your toys, obviously trying to get your attention. You saw the bright pink cast on his arms and you dropped your stuffed giraffe.

“Uncle Steve!” You shouted excitedly, jumping over to him and looking at his arm. “You got boo-boo toooooo!” You squealed excitedly.

"Hey there, kiddo," Steve said, crouching down to your level. "We are cast buddies now! See?” He smiled and put his fake cast next to your real cast.

"We are twins now!" You giggled, your excitement was too much to contain. “Look, Daddy! Look, Daddy!” You couldn’t help but jump up and down in pure excitement and joyfulness.

Bucky turned towards you and Steve and smiled. “Wow, you guys are just like each other now!” He laughed.

You nodded eagerly. “Just like meee!” You cheered and picked up your sticker sheet, putting a bunch of random stickers on Steve’s ‘cast’. “So pretty.” You smiled.

Bucky and Natasha exchanged amused glances as Steve played along, pretending to examine his "injury" with exaggerated seriousness. You seemed to forget all about your own discomfort, focusing instead on your new game of matching casts with your favorite uncle.

For the duration of the time you had to wear your cast, whenever you felt down about your cast, Uncle Steve was there with his fake one, ready to show you that you weren't alone. Natasha and Bucky watched you and your uncle bond over your shared "injuries," they knew your Uncle Steve would always be there for you.

[selftitledshit]

༺ nothing's gonna hurt you baby ༻

matty healy x reader blurb

✧ A/N: thank you guys so much for the love on my last post! i didn't expect ppl to like it but u guys rlly shocked meee. hope u all enjoy this tiny blurb while i try to write some more!

✧ Synopsis: After a long and rough day at work, you come home grumpy and in dire need of sleep. Matty catches on and decides to provide the comfort you've desperately wanted all day.

✧ Warnings: a little bit of angst??, suggestive touching, cuddling, flufff❤️‍🩹

✧ Vision Board: https://pin.it/2to6Akz

✧ Word Count: 507

You carelessly swing the bedroom door open, tossing your bag and your dirty shoes into the corner of the room. Matty quickly rises from the bed, slowly approaching your slumped figure.

"What's got my darling all gloomy tonight?" Matty teases, his hands reaching out to run along your body, stilling as they reach your ass.

"Not in the mood." You groan, slowly peeling off your tight, agitating work clothes. You saunter over to your dresser, pulling out a simple camisole and pair of shorts. As you slip them on, Matty appears behind you, running his fingertips along your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let out a long, exasperated sigh before muttering, "You really don't know how to listen, do you?" You turn to lightly punch Matty's shoulder, pushing him away.

"Ow!" Matty dramatically gasps, playfully stumbling back a step. "Watch out there, killer," he grinned, rubbing his shoulder. "M'just playing around, babe," he added, stepping closer to you again. "Nothing serious." You give him an unamused look, pushing past him to flop onto the bed.

Matty watches as you flung yourself onto the bed, a mix of emotions playing across his face. He sighed heavily before following after you, crawling onto the bed beside you. "What's got you so wound up?" You continue laying face down on the bed, your body sprawled out like a starfish.

"Today, it was a lot." You mumble against the sheets, tiredness in your muffled voice. Matty heard your mumbled words but didn't press for more information. He knew better than to push when you were in one of these moods. Instead, he slid his arm under you, gently pulling you against his chest.

You desperately crawl into his arms, your side pressed against his chest as you hug your knees in his lap. Matty wrapped his other arm around you, holding you close. He could feel your heart beating against his chest, and he knew that this was the only comfort you sought tonight.

"Shh," he whispered softly, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. You breathe lightly against Matty's skin, your eyes fluttering closed. You trail a hand up to play with Matty's curls, the only thing keeping you grounded.

Matty felt the soft touch of your hand in his hair, and it brought a small smile to his lips. He knew this was the only time you truly felt safe - when you were in his arms, seeking solace from the emotions budding within. You reach down to pull the covers up, nestling closer to Matty.

"There you go," Matty murmured, helping wrap the blanket around both of you. He felt your breathing begin to even out, knowing you would soon fall asleep. You wrap your arms around Matty's waist, pulling him close before you start to doze off. "I've got you," Matty whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He held you close throughout the night, his heart full of love and admiration for this fragile, innocent thing that he couldn't help but cherish.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

[brwnbnny]

can we hear more about cowboy mike. i’m absolutely obsessed with this idea i NEED that man desperately

Listen- Mike hates riding horses he thinks its gross but he'll 100% participate in cowboy roleplay. he thinks you in HIS designated cowboy hat? riding his cock into the oblivion? is? the hottest? shit? on earth.

Imagine him roughing you up in NOTHING but some jeans, a thick belt buckle, and a fucking black cowboy hat STAY WITH ME STAY WITH MEEE

Yk he'd get so into it some accent might even.. ha.. slip out.. ( headcanon that boy grew up in a southern area and moved when he was like 12 anyways? )

"Goood girl... you think you can ride me like a pro? C'mon show me how you work yourself on my cock.."

thinking about the slight twang in his scruffy voice FUCKK MEEE

maybe even hog tie you with some nice ropes and fuck you while your squished face first in the mattress while he uses his belt to choke you from behind 😵‍💫

"Atta girl!- take my dick.. mm!- mmhmmm."

oh im going crazy im. i. i cant.

[theoldoor]

WHAT A MMMMAAANNNN (i just found out you can add songs)

I just realized that no one really know abt how Fenrir’s personality would be like cuz I’ve been rambling about how caring he is but not rlly how he’d act.

i dont know if this would disappoint ppl or not buttt

Talia Fenrir would be this cold rough guy who has a soft side and the soft side is a overprotective motherbird lol. Like he’d easily toss you to the side if you’re not apart of Avidity. He will not hesitate to raise his fist and beat the shit out of people. He would do anything for that validation after all, and one of those things is look like a strong and feral guard dog. Stern, cold words bro… he won’t think twice about berating you and stuff - he won’t take bullshits from outsider. But within Avidity, regardless of your status, he’s really maternal… :3

Post-Talia Fenrir would be those rascal alternative older brothers that has a homoreotic relationship with his ‘best bro’ and is in a band like in those coming of age movies. like the “cool” kids with the skateboards that wears oversized hoodies but instead of that it’s this 6’4 biker (like those with a battle jacket and listen to classic heavy metal/rock and a bandana). He’s more aloof and sassy, a bit sarcastic too. It takes a lot of work for him to be this soft lol. Still, that doesn’t take away his overprotective motherbird character, he still has that little trait lol- but this time it’d be more like a caring older brother than a mother. He also talks a wee bittt more and enjoys humoring people more.

But one thing about Fenrir that never left is his issues. He’s still on that run for the validation and awfully submissive to people he devote himself too and obviously insecure - a bit of a superiority complex haver to cover up for that. ( i mean he deserve that complex. bro got a PhD and a Masters in 1 year and relearn to read/write/etc. + a shit tons of other achievements and joining an infamous faction too)

Also, one more thing that never left him. Aventurine/Kakavasha lol

They’re still close. Family even. There isn’t a specific word to describe their relationship dynamic, they’re close like family but also has some tension but also act like an old married couple (at times) yet ALSO so different from one another. Their differences highlight each of their unique characteristics as well. Almost like opposite attracts (Character x character’s foil SAVE MEEE)

They do bicker and pester one another at times. And it looked like Fenrir is one of the only few that can get under Aventurine’s skin. It’s a funny thing because Aventurine, yk, he never thinks of himself as anything good of value but there was just something about Fenrir that he can just look at him and be like “yeah this dumbass im better than him”.

For Fenrir, he has been detached from humanity for so long, so his interest in Aventurine, in someone to his eyes “so human” is what life is to him. He’s learning of the shielded emotions, the stories, the humanity, the interests and decisions of Aventurine, he’s learning what “human” is like from Aventurine. Even if Aventurine considers himself the worst subject for that matter, loving Aventurine is the most interesting thing to Fenrir. (totally not putting merci into here)

[mothxart]

Behold~ 𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ

The new reference for Willow that took me way too long to do good lord I’m not doing a reference that detailed for my other ocs ever again

If you have any questions or you want to ask something about this fella, go ahead!! TELL MEEE :D

I will respond to them the best I can, I still need to develop some lore about Willow :3

More infos ────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

Willow

Willow joined this team recently. Bryan, his mentor, took the responsibility of taking this newcomer under his wing. He still have a lot to learn about his job and this new environment. He’s quite timid but his presence is gladly appreciated by the others on his team.

— Since Willow is a novice on his team, he’s always accompanied by Bryan.

— Willow hates pretty much everything that has many legs such as spiders and snare fleas,

— That fear developed itself on his first day when a face hugger directly fell on his face. Luckily, Bryan was there to help.

— He once had a dog named Angello.

— He studies in meteorological phenomenon 𖤓

— He doesn’t fully know how he ended up working for the company,,,

Masked Willow

— Shefford is the most affected out of everyone (by the death of Willow). He saw what happened to Willow from a far distance and he was unable to do anything to help him get out of this bloody situation. He cannot stand to talk about Willow after what has happened. He fears to lost somebody else on their team.

— Willow is pretty much afraid of everything. This poor fella shakes in terrors if he happens to either see or hear a thumper or the masked who converted him. The masked who converted Willow in question looks after him so he doesn’t rot in a corner or die by something.

— Willow’s memory shortens everyday as the mask takes possession of its host. He will remember the most important things that he hold dear to his heart. Day after day, he will progressively loose them.

— Willow keeps his walkie since it briefly reminds him of his lost friends. It makes him feel calm and secured. He doesn’t fully know why he feels that way as his memory shortens everyday.

— Willow’s memories are still pretty fresh in his mind. However, he tempts to forget easily as the mask is slowly possessing him. He’d try to remember his friends, but sometimes he would just forget their face, their names…little details like that.

— He ran into a Thumper who bit him to his right ankle and got dragged far away into the mansion.

— Willow’s ankle would heal as time goes by…but any sudden or rough movements would tear the muscle tissues apart from his wounds, causing its ankle to bleed out again…

[ryiju-muunie]

Afraid to start; Got your heart in a headlock

Usopp/Zoro Roronoa Warnings: ambiguously post time skip but it’s probably not accurate shut up, aphrodisiacs, awkward conversations, awkward confessions, angst with a happy ending, no smut Word count: 4814 DESC: Chopper wanted some mushrooms, Usopp wanted to bond with Zoro alone, and Zoro was hungry.

NOTES: I had this amazing idea from reading the lovely Lagneía by zoldsick! I really liked the premise and kind of did my own spin with Zosopp because I have seen not enough people writing for them! C'mon!! Don't make me flood the tag with my own stupidity!! I'm not very caught up to post timeskip so if this is inaccurate ignore it and be nice to meee :)) Also I did use google translate in latin so if it's not accurate suck my dick :))))))

“Okay, I need you two to gather some supplies with us. Do you think you can do that?” The commanding voice of Robin flowed through her shipmate's ears, forcing them to stand straighter underneath her tout gaze. She stared with crystal blue eyes, hair pushed back into a loose ponytail as she continued, “Chopper is looking for different mushrooms and foliage to create different medicines. I’m assuming this won’t be too much trouble.”  

“I mean if you want, I can do it myself!” The small reindeers voice made Usopp look down at him, as he peered out from Nico’s legs. He had a different cap that adorned his head, something forest green. It was made to blend into the wilderness of the island they had docked at for the day. This island was covered in an overgrown jungle that would have sent the sniper back into bed for another twelve hours if he could help it.  

“Relax,” Zoro chimed in from beside Usopp, “We can split up. Me and long-nose, you and Robin.” He motioned with his head to the two in front of him, barely giving the ‘long-nose’ in question a second glance.  

Nami had been adamant they stopped at this island to gather fresh supplies, as she had heard it was overgrown with fruits and vegetables. Maybe Sanji had pressured her into stopping here, or Luffy’s incessant protests that they needed something new to eat instead of the same fish they had been getting for weeks. Usopp didn’t mind gathering for Chopper, especially since the scary Robin had asked, and especially if he had help from a strong man like Roronoa Zoro. Although, that wasn’t to say the Great Captain Usopp couldn’t hold his own! I mean, he could forge through these kinds of brush in his sleep!  

And this would be a good chance for the sniper and the swordsman to bond a bit. They had known each other for well over two-years, and barely exchanged more than a handful of words. It felt like wherever Usopp was, the green-haired man avoided. Maybe in the beginning they were closer, but something shifted after they were separated, and they couldn’t be in the same room alone without Zoro finding a way out to leave.  

Did the brunette stink? I mean, he always tried to shower regularly. And he didn’t snore that loud. Maybe he was too intimidating for the swordsman to handle, so they couldn’t be alone in fear of having a battle to the death? If that was the case, why would Zoro be okay with them searching for mushrooms and other junk by themselves now? 

“Perfect,” Robin smiled, clasping her hands together and closing her eyes, widening a friendly smile, “I’ll go ahead down. We can meet back in an hour?” The two crewmates nodded and the other two were off onto the island. Trees hung out over the beach, cascading shadows down onto the sand. It looked dark from here, looming into the blue sky overhead.  

Usopp went to speak, opening his mouth awkwardly but he was stopped by Zoro’s rough words, “We can probably get Luffy to come with.” There wasn’t a chance to respond, as it was posed more as a statement than a question. The moss-head immediately turned to walk back into the ship, to find his captain and soil the bonding moment they could have had together.  

“Luffy’s probably going to slow us down,” the sniper willed himself to say, feigning confidence. He wasn’t scared to voice his opinions, no! That would be silly. Why would he fear the much taller, much scarier swordsman who slowly turned to face him again.  

Zoro widened his good eye, raising his eyebrows along with it. As if to say, ‘And?’  

“I don’t want to have to watch out for both of you, you know,” the sniper crossed his arms over his chest, which today was covered by a green shirt [sticking to the green theme of fitting into nature], “And he’s probably busy.”  

“Watch out for the both of us?” That seemed to be the only part that stuck to Zoro, making his expression tighten, “You don’t need to watch out for me at all, long-nose.” He pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh, a movement he instantly regretted as the swordsman’s gaze darkened. 

“Which way is North?” Usopp asked instead, knowing he’d win the argument.  

Roronoa rolled his eye, pointing up, “This way, obviously. Do you think I’m stupid?”  

As he spoke, the brunette pulled out the compass he had workshopped himself to look a bit cooler than the bland one he had found on an island a few weeks back. It was fully functional, just boring. He shoved the compass in his friend's face, which showed that, no, North was not upwards.  

That settled it, and the two were off on the island. Usopp insisted Zoro go in front, in case he started to wander, which evidently happened a lot. It was like herding sheep, as he kept having to correct his path. There was nothing at the edge of the jungle that looked to be what Chopper was looking for, so they kept going. The sniper knew that there was some mushroom that the deer had wanted to study. It was pink with small red dots adorning the large head, with a yellow base. It was distinct, and with their luck, they could find it.  

That wasn’t to say they were going to leave empty handed. Usopp was collecting random leaves and flowers as they went for himself, although he knew the doctor could use them if he shared.  

Zoro made a sharp right, and the sniper followed behind him, letting a silence fall over the two. To some it could be described as comfortable silence between two long-term friends, but he would describe it as awkward. Usopp didn’t know what to say that could bridge the gap. Clearly something had changed and he was out of the loop as to why that had been. Did the moss-head realize he secretly hated him and everything he stood for? Were they no longer friends but estranged cabin mates? God, the thought made him a little nauseous.  

“What are we looking for exactly,” Roronoa asked as he pushed aside some vines with his forearm, looking back at his crewmate with a narrowed eye, “So I know.” To get this over with, was what Usopp phantom-ly heard at the end of that sentence.  

“Oh! A Nulla Excitatione mushroom. They’re native to thick rainforests and wet places,” he explained, realizing he knew more about this subject than he typically thought, “It’s a small mushroom with a pink exterior and little red dots.”  

“So,” Zoro paused, stopping his steps to look at the other, “Like the mushrooms that the fry-cook makes for us?”  

“Well technically but-” Usopp was cut off with a wave of Zoro’s hand and a dismissive, “Okay.”  

The sniper felt himself deflate a bit. He was interested in technology and creating, yes, but plant life was another hobby of his also. Secretly, when Robin had even recruited him for this, he was excited to gather stuff for his own collection to test. No one liked to hear his ramblings, maybe aside from Sanji, but even then, he knew to a degree he was being tuned out.  

“You know you don’t have to do that,” he muttered, letting a rock get kicked from the toe of his boot toward a tree to his right.  

“Do what?” The swordsman responded, although the brunette was surprised, he even heard him. Well great, now he had to say what he was thinking. But the Great Truth-er Usopp could do that! He could speak his mind whenever prompted! Except, he didn’t really want to say what he was feeling at that moment. It wasn’t like the other man would listen anyways.  

Usopp swallowed, “Never mind,” he pushed forward, until he was ahead of the green-haired male, brushing past different plant-life to make a clear path. He didn’t hear footsteps behind him, but he realized he couldn’t find it in his heart to care. So, what if that big burly idiot got lost? The sniper knew someone could locate him easily, especially since this island wasn’t that big. Knowing Sanji, he’d probably run into the moss by accident and force him along on his own errands for fruits. 

There was another wave of silence, as Usopp continued to push branches and vines away from his person. He wanted to venture deep enough into the wilderness, and further away from Zoro, to get some peace and quiet. But he knew, when the footsteps started up again, that he was being followed by the lug.  

This silence was different, it was visibly tense. There were clearly words that needed to be exchanged, but there was no chance any of them would acknowledge it. Zoro was never the feelings type. He never said anything he didn’t have to, or anything that would lead to sappy moments. All Usopp could tell was the only thing going on behind those eyes were thoughts enthralled with sake … and swords.  

Up ahead, Usopp could see a clearing. And more importantly, he could hear it, too. Water, fresh water, rushing down from a hill, was what he could sense. As he broke through the last branches of thick brush, he saw it. A small waterfall coming from a mountainous lump of boulders, spouting out clear water into a large pond that seemed to break off into different streams further back. There across the bank were mushrooms, littered with colors, all for him to collect for their doctor. And some for him to take for himself, of course.  

It was different from anything he had ever seen before. The sniper had never seen mushrooms growing inside a brook, let alone at least twenty. He found himself rushing to the site, prying off his shoes and rolling up the cuffs on his overalls to step into the water to start collecting. There were purple, yellow, even green mushrooms, but no pink. Well, he didn’t need the pink mushroom if he had all these other ones. Which he carefully plucked from the water and plopped into his bag.  

“Why did you come if you’re going to do nothing?” Usopp asked, peering over his shoulder, as he hunched over, at the green-haired annoyance behind him. The swordsman stood behind him, grumbling a bit as he sat down onto a large boulder beside the pond.  

Zoro let out a huff and got up, smiling tightly, “Happy?” And he turned, going to wander off by the edge of the clearing. At least he had some semblance to know not to wander off too far, but the other didn’t care much if he did.  

“This stuff is like what curly cooks for us, right?” Roronoa called out after a bit.  

Usopp replied in a hasty, “Yeah sure, Zoro,” as he pulled out a small book with plant names, images, and descriptions. The best thing he could do now as he collected one of each mushroom was identify them to better expand his knowledge.  

The sniper flipped through the pages, matching up pictures to the mushrooms he collected. He stepped out of the water and sat back on that boulder, taking his time to make sure he was right in his comparisons. He had to be, and it made him proud. If no one else cared about his interests, at least Chopper would be content with what he found. And he decided to keep at least one mushroom for himself, the green one. Maybe he could dissect it to find out more about its biology…  

All of Usopp’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard a loud, “AW FUCK-” Followed by rapid coughing behind him. He jerked his head around to see Zoro hunched over, holding his throat with one hand, while the other pounded a fist against his large chest. Of course, he had to go and do something stupid. Of course, when the sniper was almost at peace.  

“What did you do?!” Usopp sneered, hopping off the boulder to fully assess the damage.  

He was horrified to look upon the scene and see a half-eaten Nulla Excitatione mushroom lying on the grass as Zoro gaped over it, “Are you serious,” he blinked slowly. 

“You said it was like what the cook makes us you-” Zoro let out a cough and a strained, “Oh my god-”  

“I didn’t! You didn’t let me finish my explanation or I would have said they’re both mushrooms, but one you shouldn’t ingest!” Usopp balled his fists by his sides as he continued, “This is why you- This is- This is why I hate being around you!”  

It was something he didn’t mean to let slip. Something he didn’t realize he felt. Something he knew wasn’t a lie. But something he wished was, as Zoro looked over at him with a tense expression.  

“Zoro…” Usopp tried but he was cut off with a glare.   

“What’s gonna happen,” Zoro coughed into his hand, attempting to stand up straight but falling forward onto his slacked knees, “To me?” Another round of rapid coughing escaped his lips as sweat began to build on his forehead.  

The sniper knew that this mushroom wasn’t good to ingest due to some kind of side effects, but he wasn’t entirely sure what the side effects were. So, he opened the small booklet and flipped around until he saw the name in giant letters before him. The picture almost identically matched the mushroom rotting on the ground, and the description made his mouth run dry.  

A nervous laugh left his mouth, and he closed the book, “Nothing bad.”  

“You’re lying you-” Zoro wheezed, “-Goddammit- Tell me what it said!” His face was growing warm by appearance alone, although the other didn’t doubt, he was probably burning up.  

Usopp knew it would do no good to omit the truth and lie, as the swordsman was probably already feeling the effects by this point. And he knew if he was transparent, the quicker he could leave the man to … deal with it.  

“You ate the Nulla Excitatione mushroom, or as it translates to: The Arousal Mushroom. Ingesting it almost instantly puts your body into a full blown ‘arousal attack’ and it won’t let up for at least thirty minutes,” he inhaled, “To an hour.” A tight smile appeared on his face.  

“Why the hell did Chopper want this?” Zoro spoke through gritted teeth, leaning forward to cover his face and hide the apparent erection straining through the pants he opted to wear today.  

“Probably to use it in medicine to help blood flow,” Usopp shrugged and looked away, “I should probably leave-”  

“No,” Roronoa rasped, looking up to make intense eye contact with the sniper before him. There was something in his eye, something artificial. It looked like he wanted Usopp there for one in his life, whether that was in that way or just to be there as comfort. It was sweet for a moment, but turned to bile in the brunette's throat. His friend didn’t want him there, he wanted something to use through his heat. It was understandable, sure, but it threw salt in the wound that he wasn’t wanted before, and he was only wanted due to a messed-up mushroom.  

“You’re not in your right headspace. It’s better if I leave you and wait at the ship for an hour. Then I can come back,” Usopp dismissed the look and turned to head back to the brook, so he could grab his shoes and leave.  

The green-haired male made a strangled noise, “Just… Stay. I need you here…” He spoke in a loud whisper, as if it was becoming painful to speak.  

From reading the effects of the mushroom, Usopp knew it was plausible. When someone's body was sent into that kind of mode, it was hard to do nothing but … complete. He tried not to think about it too much, to think of Zoro in that light.  

“No, you don’t,” he exhaled, grabbing his shoes and fitting them back onto his foot, “That’s the mushroom talking.” Usopp turned on his heel and peered over at his friend again, seeing him leaning forward on the grass with his elbows resting to the ground. His head hung low, hidden by shuddering shoulders, forcing himself to breathe through his increasing pain.  

He hesitated for a moment, before heading back to stand before him, “Just trust me-” 

“Long-nose-” Zoro croaked as the brunette continued. 

“-It’ll be better if you handle this on your own-” 

“Sniper-”  

“-That way you don’t embarrass yourself with stuff you don’t mea-”  

“Usopp.” His voice was a cracked plea, something that sounded hollow. It didn’t sound like Zoro, no, it sounded like a shell of himself. It sounded like he wasn’t the strong man who could handle anything, but someone who had lost everything and needed a friend. But as much as the other wanted to believe it was genuine, he knew it was because he was the only one standing there.  

Zoro raised his head, locking his dark brown eyes with Usopp’s lighter colored ones. His iris was covered with a blown-out pupil, that only a faint rim of color was enough to discern he was human. There wasn’t any lust behind his eye but rather pain, embarrassment, even some shame.  

“I need you here,” he whispered, barely above a murmur. Barely audible with the flow of water from those rocks behind the two, splashing into the pond below.  

“No, you don’t, Zoro, that’s just your stupid lust-filled, mushroom eating brain talking- which by the way,” he pressed his hands together, “Why did you- Why did you eat it!? Why in your head did you think it was okay!? You never listen to anything I say! You never- never even let me finish, to tell you not to eat it- even though I should’ve known I should’ve said that because you’re you, and, of course, you’d eat it!” Usopp inhaled, “You don’t want me here Zoro. You don’t want me- you don’t even speak to me. When was the last time we hung out after Boin Archipelago? O-Or even before that? You avoid me like I have Usopp-is-annoying-and-should-be-avoided-itus, which is not contagious- if I had it!”  

Usopp wasn’t sure why he was speaking, why he was saying all the things he felt. All the things he meant but knew he should have kept under wraps. All the things he thought would fall on deaf ears to be ignored the very next day. But it felt different. Zoro had nowhere to go and nowhere to turn to because of his stupid mushroom eating habits, and he was forced to listen- no, forced to confront something that was probably apparent to everyone. He had to face the fact that he was treating the sniper differently, as if he wanted to throw him overboard the first chance he got.  

Zoro simply stared at him as sweat dripped from his brow. Maybe it wasn’t necessarily the most perfect time to say, as he looked like he was struggling to stay conscious. Their eyes were connected, interlocked, with something intense. It wasn’t lust, it was a standoff. The brunette wasn’t backing down from his feelings, feeling that bravery, he almost rarely ever got. And the swordsman was letting him bare his soul, his heart, all his frustrations.  

They fell into an overwhelming silence, letting Roronoa’s labored breathing fill any gaps from the small waterfall. Then he looked away, down to the grass where sweat fell from his chin onto blades of green, “I don’t avoid you.” To that Usopp made an offended noise, “I don’t try to avoid you.”  

“Why? I thought we were, I don’t know, friends,” the sniper's voice was turning unsure, as if he was worried, he had crossed a line with his words.  

“You hate being around me and I avoid you like you have Usopp-annoying… whatever,” he huffed and turned his head to the side, “But we’re friends?” 

Usopp had to admit it sounded like they weren’t friends at all. He swallowed loudly and knelt, before he plopped down onto the grass and brought his knees to his front, “I guess not.”  

Zoro lifted his head and groaned, “I don’t know why I avoid you,” he exhaled and closed his eye, furrowing his brow, “You make me feel weird. Ever since Kuragiana you…ve changed,” he ended that word with a strained voice, as if it hurt him to say that. Which was, again, very plausible.  

“Weird? Do I stink?” He raised an eyebrow.  

“No. More like I feel like I probably do,” Roronoa finally lifted himself up from the ground, kneeling with his back hunched. His shirt was drenched in sweat as if he had fought ten bad guys with eleven more to go. It hadn’t even been an hour yet, so they both knew this was nothing compared to what would happen later.  

Usopp let out a laugh, “You? Self-conscious? That’s not funny.”  

“You make me nervous,” Zoro sighed, trying to say what he wanted to say without saying it, “Like, nervous nervous.”  

“Saying it twice means nothing to me,” the sniper looked away with mock annoyance, “I don’t make anyone nervous, unless you’re talking about my enemies.” A laugh came tumbling out of his lips as he attempted to lighten the mood that wouldn’t lighten.  

“I’m serious long-nose,” he looked down at his shaking hands, which balled up on his thighs and dug into his skin, “I think I avoid you because I-”  

“Don’t want to talk to me? I already know,” the brunette spoke as Zoro continued slowly, dragging out his words.  

“-Like you.” He nodded his head slowly, trying his best to don a smile but it looked more awkward and pained than anything else. As if he was struggling to keep sane and the only thing, he could do was clench his jaw repeatedly, to stop those artificial urges from plaguing his mind and infecting his actions.  

Usopp stopped, his body turning stiff. He what him? He what? He couldn’t- The great Swordsman Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro- couldn’t like the- Great Captain God Usopp- at all! There wasn’t a chance in hell that the reason he had been avoided was because there were romantic feelings at play! Especially since that meant he was in control of this situation. Usopp held the cards that could throw off his friend and send him into a spiral of embarrassment or at least a moment of being content while in this situation.  

“You don’t,” he let out a nervous laugh, “That must be the mushroom talking! Hello, it’s the arousal mushroom for a reason! Hahahhaaaaa!”  

Zoro let out a groan, “God, you’re so annoying, my feelings for you aren’t necessarily sexual, idiot. Maybe I like you romantically.” 

“And why would you do that?” He asked, although he didn’t mean to let those words slip out.  

“I don’t know,” Roronoa turned his head to look away, with his jaw clenched unnaturally tight, “Maybe it’s because you’re amazing, and you’re funny, and you’re a damn good fighter when you’re not cowering like a bitch. And you make everyone stuff, but you don’t make me anything,” he looked at the sniper, this time baring his soul, “Why don’t you make me anything?”  

But he had, fuck he had. The number of things Usopp had tinkered with for the swordsman that he hid away never to see the light of day could [and definitely did] fill a box. A new sword sling, makeshift handles for blades he had come across on different islands he thought Zoro would like. Even a mug he molded from clay to hold his damn sake. All of it was thrown into a box that he pushed deep into a crevice of his workshop, never to see the man they were made for. All because he thought that the man wouldn’t like it, because he thought the man didn’t like him.  

Well, this was funny.  

Usopp opened his mouth a few times to speak, but all that came out was an awkward giggle that didn’t hint at anything he wanted to say. Zoro’s eye narrowed and the other could sense he was taking it the wrong way. The rejecting way. He didn’t want to reject the green-haired man at all. It was weird. He never wanted to reject him, but he never considered him romantically. Well, maybe that was a lie. The brunette had thought about him like that maybe once or twice but pushed it away to work on anything and everything else.  

“You don’t have to laugh,” he grumbled, going to stand up but finding his legs hadn’t found their footing yet. So, he slumped back onto the grass and fell onto his back.  

“Zoro,” the sniper breathed out, letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment as he gathered his composure, “I have a box of stuff I made you. I-It’s all stupid stuff, like mugs and new swords. I never gave it to you because I thought you hated me, isn’t that funny? It’s like, if we ha-had talked then none of this would’ve happened!” 

Usopp opened his eyes to see one brown one staring back at him, the pupil almost a quarter smaller than what it had been several minutes prior. There was a faint blush across Zoro’s face that wasn’t there before, that the other man was sure wasn’t because of the arousal mushroom. And there was a small, just a crooked smile adorning the swordsman's lips as they watched each other.  

“Now what?” Zoro asked, breathless, looking up at the sky.  

The brunette blew air out of his mouth and fell back beside his friend on his right side, turning to face him, “We still need to wait out your mushroom.”  

Zoro looked down at him, “I meant… not the mushroom,” a tan hand came between them, motioning to the pair as they laid on the plush grass.  

Usopp took his spare right arm and lifted it up, so he could lay just a bit closer. He didn’t care if his friend was sweaty, it was something he didn’t realize he had been longing to do since he heard that confession. The moss-head stared, letting it happen. Like he was made of malleable jelly, for the other to put into position.  

“Well, I like you,” Usopp started, but he trailed off, unsure how to finish his sentence.  

“Like, like-like, or like?” He raised an eyebrow.  

“Like-like-like…?” The sniper furrowed his brows in confusion.  

“You like-like-like me?!”  

“No! Repeating words means nothing to me!”  He sat up, leaning on his left elbow as he smacked the other's chest.  

Zoro let out a laugh, and rolled his eye, wrapping the arm that Usopp had forced beside him, around the other man's shoulders. It pulled him in and made him brace against the sweaty warmth that was the swordsman, who needed a shower after this. 

“Romantically or not?” The moss-head clarified, stretching his free hand up into the air and clenching his fist, before unclenching it, and repeating the process.  

At that, Usopp paused. It felt right to be beside Zoro, to be close to Zoro, to talk to Zoro. As if there hadn’t been any awkwardness in the past. As if the avoidance was just that, in the past. All of it was gone and he was left with a new future that the other man could be a part of all he had to do was confirm.   

Instead of speaking, he pushed from the green-haired man and hovered over him, staring down with a softer gaze. The original mission of getting mushrooms was far from his mind. The original plan he had for his entire day was out the window, now he just saw this swordsman below him. Whose hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, and whose skin was flushed from a flame burning inside his body.  

And instead of speaking, Usopp leaned down [in an act of rare bravery] and pressed his lips to Zoro’s. It was a quick and chaste kiss that made the tension in the sniper's body release as a faint exhale.  

Zoro grabbed the brunette’s shoulders and pulled him back, staring with a wide eye, “Mushroom. Get off. Right now.” His voice was strained, and he looked as though he was fighting demons to keep his distance from the other man.  

“O-Oh right!” Usopp leaned back, crawling away to create some distance, “Sorry.”  

The swordsman’s eye was closed, as he attempted to steady his breathing, “When this wears off,” he pressed his lips together, “I’ll show you a real kiss, that’s all me.” 

Usopp was going to hold him to that. 

[roleplayhonestybox]

M×M rp stuff.

my biggest ick and usually will stop rping with you, is if you mix ooc and ic :) are we stupid? Lets be normal story tellers pls.

Stop pls stopp expecting me to rp some basic ass big dom rough daddy master sex god because I said I'd like to rp my more dominate ocs. Its okay for the dominant one to be a normal guy :)

Pleese please stop saying your oc is a certain way just to change their entire personality. (And physical description ? )

Why is it that your oc was a normal guy throughout the rp, but then after my oc doms him in a nsfw scene, suddenly his personality changes into him being a whiny subby crybaby that always wants attention? But 👈👉 wait 👈👉 what?? I thought he was the quiet, brooding, strong type, why is he now a cheeky sassy femboy 👈👉 did I miss something ?? My oc is still himself.. why is yours an entire different character? Why is he looking 'up' to mine when they talk? Did you forget they're the same height??

Im all for character developement but- not someone developing into an entire new person??? Who SHRUNK in height?? 🤚 stop it sir

Are we dumb? Do we not know that there doesn't have to always be a stigma attached to the positions our characters take? Top doesnt have to equal rough tough guy, bottom doesn't have to equal pushover little guy.

Another vent I want to get off my chest. I have to say I still enjoy having my ocs take the dom role, but recently, some of yall are some me me me me, taking, no giving ass idiots who lie about stupid stuff 😔 So it makes me want to completely remove the nsfw element from our rp.

Sometimes with CC x OC, get away from meee with this nonesense!! Your oc has nothing to offer and is just a SUB/BOTTOM. Which is fine, but damn! at least move the plot forward -> have an idea of a plot. I know how it can be trying to come up with an interesteing plot so I don't judge, but one things for sure, even with a bad plot I'll still liven it up best way I can. Even when I do that, the other person puts no effort into their already boring plot that im trying my best to make interesting. Just makes me sad.

Also, ocs can be sexual with one another, it doesn't have to always end in penetrative sex!!!! Stooop

now that i got that off my chest I feel better, because I really enjoy a lot of my rps soo much, just a few ppl frustrated me and I had to express myself! Sorry if it came off negative. Just hope someone can relate to this.

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[wolfoctave]

.★.. Sean Diaz “you can’t dance!?” ╰─..★.──────────╯ -ˏˋ. Sean Diaz x (!F)Y/n ~ fluff ˊˎ- . • ────────────────────────────────────────────── •

I feel like I hardly see any cutsie one-shots abt Sean, so I took this shiz into my own hands =^= This is the first post on Tumblr Um, erm excuse if it’s badly written in some parts, but anyway, enjoy •───────────────────────────────────────────── •

Work was rough today. Merrill was angrier than usual and made the group work a couple hours longer than they usually had to work. Everyone was beyond exhausted. Most of them sat by the campfire, drinking some beers, or smoking, before they went to bed. Cassidy quietly strummed some chords on her guitar, which Y/n absolutely loved when she played songs for them. As her strumming became louder, Finn stood up and started dancing in a dorky way. Y/n laughed at him, “Come on, join meee!” Finn exclaimed. Y/n laughed softly at him, “Uhm, no I’m good, thanks though!” she replied.

Sean turned his head towards Y/n, “Aw why not, could be fun..” he shrugged and turned his head back to Finn, who had now got Penny to dance with him. “Pfft right, then you join him!” Y/n exclaimed and playfully pushed Sean. Sean rolled his eyes at her, “I will, ''cause’ I’m not lame!” He said before standing up and joining the two of them. Y/n looked over at Cassidy as the two of them laughed at the group of boys dancing together. “Wow, Sean! You..definitely got the moves!” Cassidy said in a teasing tone. Y/n looked up to see Sean’s hand being held out towards her, “What, Sean?” She tilted her head. “May I have this dance?” He asked in a dorky, yet charming tone. “I can’t dance Sean,” “What! you can’t dance!? Impossible.” He exclaimed, and before she knew it he had pulled her up to her feet.

Y/n furrowed her brows and shook her head, “No, no, I am not doing this with you Sean-“ “Yes, yes, you are doing this Y/n. I WILL teach you how to dance.” he said, and took her hands in his own. It was clear the booze had gotten to him because he was acting more confident and energetic than usual. Sean looked over at Cassidy, and she took his hint to start playing a song that was a little slower. As she did so, Y/n playfully groaned, “You’re such a dork!” she sighed. Sean lifted her hands and wrapped them around his neck, then, he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Just follow my lead, it isn’t as hard as you think, Y/n,” he spoke softly and swayed with the music. Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at how cute she found him right now, and also she couldn’t help but laugh when she noticed Finn and Penny slowly dancing together as well. She rolled her eyes and looked at Sean once more.

As the two of them swayed together, she could feel herself getting more comfortable with the music, finding it easier to dance along with him. “Hm, it really isn’t that hard…” she muttered quietly. “What was that?” Sean asked with a smirk. “Nothing,” she replied quickly. “That’s what I thought.” She rolled her eyes at him, before leaning forward and resting her head on his chest. He lifted a hand and held the back of it, letting his head fall atop hers.

After a few moments, Daniel came running up to Sean, “Hey, I want to dance too Sean!” He said with a pouty face. “Hey, enano? I thought you-“ Y/n cut Sean off and let go of him, “May I have this dance, Daniel?” Y/n asked the boy with a laugh. Daniel grabbed onto her hands and nodded. “Damn, not Daniel stealing your girl,” Cassidy teased and sped up the strumming on her guitar. “Right? not fair Dan,” Sean responded and sat next to Cassidy. Y/n and Daniel danced around, or more of jumped around, while Sean watched in Awe. He couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from her. She was beautiful to him, and he was so happy to have the chance to teach her how to dance.

Cassidy looked to Sean, “Boy, you are drooling over there.” she shook her head as a smirk spread across her face. “Whateverrrr,” Sean responded, his face turning a soft pink. After a moment more, “Where’d you learn to dance like that then, huh?” Cassidy asked quietly. Sean’s once smiling face turned into one of sorrow, “It’s just something I picked up on while watching my mom and dad dance…before..” he shrugged and shook his head, “Everything.” he finished off his sentence with a nod. Cassidy hummed out in response, “Hey, no need to be down all of a sudden,” she shook her head. “Let’s try and have a good time, hm?”. Sean nodded, “Yeah, you’re right.” he spoke and returned his eyes to Y/n, as he watched her dance with his little brother.

Let me just say this website was stressing me out so much while trying to post this - I literally considered deleting this completely.

Also, lemme apologize if it looks messy on mobile- on pc it looked more organized so uh…

[no-more-tales-tavern]

@jackswonderfulmishaps sent: "Bad ending Snippit suggestion Some like it rough V1, 4D Yang had heard of the human warlock Jack, a powerful adversary for all that challenge him. She finds him in a random bar, challenging him to a duel, where she learns quickly what the warlock enjoys do with the loser of the battle, even in front of a crowd."

Some Like it Rough V1: 4D

This would certainly be a loss she wouldn't forget—which was in stark contrast to everything else rattling around in her brain as she bucked her back on the ale-stained table she was pinned to. Her past life? Her companions? The quest she'd picked up at the start of the day? All of it was fading from her mind, crumbling away to make room for this one shining moment upon which the rest of her life changed.

"What's the matter, blondie~?" the handsome warlock taunted with a grin, shoving his hips harder down into hers. "I thought you said you could take it rough~ don't tell me that was all talk~!"

Yang gasped as she arched her head back, rolling her gaze up to stare up at him with a breathless gasp. She couldn't even find the words to reply, unable to do little more than stare up at him in lustful shock, her body jerking with every hard thrust of his hips into hers—every rough smack of his cock against the back of her womb, sending even more delightfully lewd jolts of pleasure to melt her brain.

She was dimly aware of the rest of the bar paying very close attention to them—they hadn't gone far from the fight ring in the middle of the room where she'd challenged him, in fact all of her clothes were still there, in various states of ripped and ruined from his lustful rush to have his way with her. One of the patrons might've snatched up her bra—she wasn't sure. She was too focused on the warlock, and his warcock ramming into her.

"Still with me, Blondie~?" Jack asked with a smirk, hands firm on her plump, soft thighs as he drove his hips harder down into hers. "Got anything to say to me now that you've gotten a taste of loss~?"

Yang gasped again, but this time, words found their way into her mouth, tumbling out as she moaned from his rough thrusts.

"Y-yes~!" she gasped, then louder, "Yes~!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee~!!" Her head rolled back and she bit at her lip, her hips bucking up into him and his thrusts as she moaned louder. "Fuuuckkk~! More, fuck me more, fuck me harder, fuuUUUCCCKKK~!! Fuckfuckfuck I'm in love~!!"

Jack grinned at the lustful and wanton ramblings that fell from the now thoroughly mind-broken bimbo on his cock. Immediately, his hips rammed harder down into hers, the tavern filling with the sounds of his hips smacking harder into hers, and a cheer from the other tavern patrons watching with lecherous intent as they watched the young man thoroughly break and claim the blonde bimbo whore.