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max verstappen - team principal au

cw: smut/pwp, team principal!max, driver!reader, power dynamic, age gap (20s/40s), jealous!max, drunk!reader, drinking & recreational drug use, stern!max, spanking/punishments, dirty talk & degradation

a/n: the hotline is open for requests in this universe, i'd love to hear your thoughts & feelings <3

the thump of the club had you a little dizzy. it was hard to get around on heels. you were used to the sneakers you wore around the track. you never never a "girls-girl" in the sense that you dressed in restrictive clothing. but, since you were out at the club with a few of the other drivers, you had to put a little more effort into your appearance.

you and your teammate managed to sneak in the new driver from ferrari. he was the son of charles leclerc and turning eighteen in two months. your teammate nudged you to show off a little more of your skin to get the new driver in. as you pouted at the bouncer you said, "c'mon, sir. let us in." and who was about to say no to the number one driver in the world.

it wasn't long before your night was filled with recreational substance abuse. you kept feeling the young leclerc drinks and laughing when the younger boy sputtered from the intense taste of hard liquor. even when your teammate went home, you were still drinking with the rookie.

and without thinking, you texted your boss, max verstappen.

you explained, "don't worry, he's really cool. like really, really cool. you know he let me drive his boat a little!".

the boy looked at you and nodded dumbly, 'that's crazy, what the fuck." then rested his head back against the bar counter. you sent a text to max and gave your location.

"please come pick me up sir! i'm really drunk!!!! i need you to come here like now!! take me home pleaseeeeeee <33333"

max was home alone when he got the message, he was watching a movie after dinner. you sent a few more messages with horrible spelling errors, and max knew that he couldn't leave you to your devices to find an uber. so he was quickly dressed and out the door.

he soon pulled up to the club, he quickly got out of the car to wait for you. you sounded painfully drunk in your initial text and the ones that followed after. as he rested against the car he looked over to see if he could find you. instead he saw an unlikely face.

"charles?"

the other man turned to look at him and broke into a grin, "max, how are you, mate?" he went over to hug the other man, "what are you doing here?"

"here to pick up my driver."

"the girl?"

"yeah."

charles nodded, "the one who got my son drunk." he gave max a look when the other man's expression fell.

"she did what?" max felt something in his chest. while your teammate he had little reason to care for what he did (he was a one year contract), he had higher expectations for you. and to find out that you got the new driver of formula one, who was underage, drunk. it didn't sit well with the older man.

charles leaned up against max's car, "i get a text message from him that he's at a bar that your driver snuck him into... and now he's sick."

max made a face, "i'll speak to her about that." then gave his best smile to his long time rival and friend.

charles made a snide remark, "well if the press is right, you'll be doing a lot more than just talking to her." he looked forward towards the bar, "just be careful, max."

max nodded. he sensed no judgement from charles and rolled his shoulders, "always am, mate." then saw you stumble out of the bar. you had charle's son's arm draped over your shoulders.

you were both painfully drunk, while you kept the young man steady you also had to keep yourself steady. "alright, alright. we're almost there." you looked out and saw max standing there. you made a slight face, "hey, mister verstappen! and... friend!" from the distance you couldn't tell who it was.

charles laughed, "does she call you that in bed too."

max felt his ears burn, "shut up." then pulled away from the car to go help you. charles did the same. the team principal got a hold of you while charles did his son. max held you steady to make you look at the other pair, "what do you say to charles?" max's arm was around you and your hand was in his t-shirt, swaying a little.

you pouted a little, there was a slight sway to your stance, "i'm sorry, mister leclerc... sorry for getting your son plastered." you look like you were going to cry. charles understood why max kept you around. a wobbly bottom lip and doe eyes can go a long way.

charles smiled, "well, if he throws up in the car. i'll just send the cleaning bill to your lovely boss." max made another face and watched his friend leave with his son in tow.

the older dutchman got a hold of you better and got you into the car. he got a good look at your panties when the skirt of your dress lifted. he buckled you in and roughly patted your cheek. he said, "you've been a bad girl."

you whined when he closed the door like an unruly little girl. max knew he a stern talking to wasn't going to do much. so when he got into the driver's seat and started the car. he put it into drive and placed a hand on your thigh.

"i have no words."

"oh like you've never gotten anyone drunk." you tried to defend yourself.

max's grip on your thigh tightened, "well, i didn't get the son of a famous driver drunk when he was underage. then have to go crying to my team principal because i had one too many drinks."

you pouted, "who else was i going to call? it's not like i have a boyfriend! you won't let me date." you crossed your arms.

"you'll lose focus. plus, there's no man in monaco worthy of you." in reality max wanted you all to himself. he was selfish that way, he let too many women throughout the years get lost because of his drive to race. so why not find a woman who was in racing so max could have his cake and eat it too. it also didn't help that max was pulled to you.

his little protege. drunk in his car while he held onto you tightly. you weren't getting away that easily. back at his apartment, he helped you inside and you so easily held onto him.

"i'm sorry, mister verstappen." you said as you gripped the front of his t-shirt. you could feel the muscle under your fingers. your cheek pressed against him while he held you.

"a little too late to say sorry. what if someone got the wrong idea. city's full of bad men who would do horrible things to you. they'd hurt you. and i don't want you to get hurt." he said with a sense of tenderness, "so i need to teach you how to be good for me. you want to be number one, right?"

you nodded, "i do."

he took you out of the elevator and into his home. you kicked off your heels, only to put them nicely by the door when max gave you a look. you weren't going to make a mess of his home. he soon got a hold of you and lifted you. you kicked out your legs. you weren't the skinniest or smallest thing on the track, but max grabbed you with ease and got you over the arm of the couch, you kicked out your legs as he started to undress you.

"mister verstappen!" you cried out.

"good girls get to luxury of clothes. you seem to have forgotten that." he said, his voice almost cold as his large hands palmed your exposed ass cheeks. he groped them in the hopes of bruising them.

"i'm sorry."

"sorry is not going to cut it, my little driver."

you pouted with your face pressed against the leather, it felt cool for a brief moment under your skin, but soon warmed because of the heat in your body. "you don't do this to him."

your teammate. the snobby brit who always tried to get the upper hand with you, to steal max's attention away from you. you yelped when you felt max's hand across your ass in a hard smack that echoed through the living room.

"why would i? he behaves. he listens both on the radio and out in public. he doesn't need to be trained like you." your teammate came from a family that could flash a little money max's way to get him onto the team.

max didn't care, the british driver wasn't who max wanted to make into the perfect driver. he was a seat filler. you on the other hand clawed our way from your small town in the middle of nowhere to become the best. so max felt inclined to make that dream of yours a reality. your teammate would be gone by the end of the season while you'll have the championship with pride.

max laid down the law with you. smacks across your round ass left you whining and wet. he could see the hint of your wetness smeared across your pussy lips from the angle he had you at. you were always a glutton for punishment. someone didn't have a good relationship with their daddy. you yelped once more while your short nails dug into the fabric of the couch.

"you need to be good. you know there are cameras everywhere." he said before he smacked your ass once more. he could feel himself strained in his jeans. he was certain someone took some kind of video of you at the club, "if you want to act like a whore on camera, then i can easily make a tape with you." he leaned over you as he grabbed at the heated, bruised skin, "would you like that? having my camera in your face while i make you finish over and over again."

he heard your moaned and he chuckled. he shook his head before he was upright with his clothed cock against your bare cunt, "you'd love that, dirty girl. imagine if that got leaked? imagine if the whole world saw how you take me. they'd think i was a monster for taking advantage of such a sweet thing. little do they know." he started to undo his belt and grabbed you by the arms. it forced your face first onto the couch as he bound your wrists behind your back, "that you're just a little whore. begging for your team principal's cock."

"m..max." you whimpered. it felt weird saying his name. you were painfully drunk. both off of too many cranberry/vodka's and lust. max knew how to get in your head. that's why you two made a good team, he could reinforce you when you were hesitant on the track. but, he could also use it to his sick sexual advantage.

you were bound over the couch, your hips in the air. perfect for max to get his cock out of his expensive calvin klein jeans and rubbed up against your slick, hot pussy. he watched you squirm a little and it made him run warm. always so responsive.

he sank his cock into you without much introduction. he watched your squirm from the stretch. by now, with how many times max had fucked you, you should've been able to take him easier. he chalked it up to you needing more training in that department. maybe at the next event for the team, he'd keep you nice and full of a toy so at the end of the night you wouldn't be causing a scene with how much he stretched your poor pussy out.

he held onto the belt that was secured around your wrist and fucked you without much softness. he needed to get into your drunk little head that you needed to behave. you had to be good for him. for the team. he can't have a source of controversy on his team, as much as he loved fucking you.

it would be a real shame to have to cut your contract short and you probably won't find another seat on the grid (max would make sure of that), but max wouldn't send you back to your little town. you'd just be in a different role. someone a little more exclusive. mrs. max verstappen. the little lick of pleasure in the back of his head. the fantasy that coursed through his head while he was deep inside of you.

"please, sir." you arched your back a little further and whined into the covers. you felt the heat of pleasure i the back of your head. you wanted to claw into the couch, but he kept your wrists pinned. even with the stretch of the muscles, you were forced to be bound. you felt the heat pool in your gut the more he fucked you.

he thrusts were dominating, there was little way for you to gain the upper hand. even if your squirmed or cried, big fat tears down your face, it wouldn't make a difference. this was punishment. max set guidelines for what he expected from a protege, and if you didn't follow them. then, well, there was consequences. he knew you were young and a little dumb, but you weren't the stupidest thing on the grid. you had promise and max wanted to expose that to the world.

but you'd only expose your cunt to him. your contract and the metaphorical leash to your collar were in his hands. was he not the best? you could see some of the trophies in the room where he was fucking you. your bruised ass bounced against his hips. he was a rich champion, he had a legacy that blew most out the water.

he was your boss and mentor, and you had the audacity to not listen to him. thankfully max wasn't one to give up. he could never give up on you. maybe it was love, or max's idea of love. a bound little driver getting her poor cervix bruised as punishment for getting so drunk.

he leaned over you, the angle got deeper and you gasped, he kissed your sweaty temple, "see, this is how you should be."

"i thought i had to be mean on the track."

he kissed you once more, feeling your heated skin under his lips, "of course, my little driver. my treasure. you run them off the fucking track if you have to. but when you're with me, i like when you're gentle. a beautiful little thing under me." his pace picked up and it made you go dizzy for a moment.

"a good girl?"

"exactly." see you're already becoming behaved." he knew that your wrists were being rubbed raw to the point of bruising because of the belt around them. you looked so pretty in a state of bondage.

bound and submissive to him. this was what he yearned for. what he craved for at the sight of you. you were beyond beautiful, even when you drove his nerves up the wall. he pushed you further against the couch and fucked you with an intensity that left you loud.

while he couldn't indulge in his appreciation for your noises very often, when he could. he wanted to hear his little driver get loud. his heart raced as he felt close to his climax. you felt the same way, you tried to meet his pace, but it was bruising to the point where you felt nothing in between your ears.

your poor little brain had enough and left the building. rationality was a thing a few hours ago, but now you were panting like a hungry puppy against the hot leather of the couch. your tongue could taste the leather of the seat.

back arched, pussy ruined. you really did look like the model driver. you whimpered a little louder, unable to form many words. you could feel the race in your gut and the twist in the area.

"perfect." he said, one way to train you was to fuck you into a soft submission. to finish inside of you so many times that you couldn't think straight.

he continued to fuck you, losing the pace rather quickly as the need to climax started to overtake. you felt the heat in your gut bloom into your brain as you struggled against the binds. but your beloved boss kept you down onto the couch and continued to fuck you feverishly.

you were near brain dead by the time you felt the hold of orgasm clutch you. you moaned loudly and tensed up. you climaxed around his cock and arched your back a little more. your noises were pathetic, but music to max's ears. he pressed into your further, his hands on your hips for the best leverage.

the poor little drunk driver fucked to heaven and back by her intimidating boss. it was hot, max thought it would make a good porno plot (he knew it existed, he checked. the woman they got to play you couldn't hold a candle to your beauty). he shoved every last inch of his cock into you with a heavy groan. he came inside of you and felt the heat in his brain.

he stayed there for a moment, cock buried into you. not really caring that he just finished inside of you, completely bare. you made a few more noises before max pulled away and got his cock back into his jeans. your wetness stained the front of the denim.

he undid you wrists and got you upright. you whimpered and leaned against him. he kept a protective hold on you, "alright, my love." he said, "let's get you into bed before you cause any more trouble."

when he finally got you into bed, you remained naked. the alcohol and pleasure made you run hot. and max took it upon himself to snap a few pictures of your bruised behind and soft, sleepy expression. that would be saved for when he can't get his hands on you.

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you woke up in the morning with a headache and a dry mouth. the sun that gleamed in through the blinds made everything hurt more. when you lifted your head, you noticed that max wasn't in bed with you. you were wrapped up in the sheets and whined loudly.

you heard footsteps and were soon greeted by your boss in the doorway. his arms crossed. you squinted at him and said, "everything hurts."

max replied, "you act like you've never been hungover before." he sat on the edge of the bed and pinched your cheek till you whined, "i hope you know that your punishment isn't over. we have all day to put you back on the right path. you're a driver, have some respect for yourself." you whined again.

"you're a meanie, mister verstappen."

"i know, but i told you i'd make you a superstar. and that means behaving. i'll make you some breakfast, but today you'll be learning how to behave. i'll even be nice and let you kneel on a pillow while we go over your recent driving blunders."

you squirmed a little in bed. you hated when he did that. made you sit there and watch your races, but it was only fair. mister verstappen promised you the wdc, and you weren't going to get that by getting black out drunk, were you? max verstappen, head of verstappen racing, may be mean to you. but you'd be his champion in no time at all. <3

[bittersweetchemistryhailey]

Love is not a real thing | Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Autor note: I wrote this based in something i read on the 5sos wikipedia when i started to stan them that said that calum didn't believed in love

Also, sorry if there's any grammatical error, english Is not my first lenguage.

summary: you were friends with 5sos even before they started the band, Calum Is your best friend and to be honest you always had a tiny crush on him, until some time ago where your feelings started to grow stronger.

The problem here Is that calum wasn't a love believer, he would always complain about how hard relationships and love in general Is, just because he had some failed relationships for dating mean ass people.

But maybe..

Just maybe

You could make him think otherwise

Warning: dramatic confession, fluff too much fluff lol

Pov Y/N:

I would be lying if i say that i didn't felt anything for Calum, i've been having this weird feelings since we met, not so long ago i realized that i was in love with him.

But it was late now, we already have a strong friendship, telling him about my feelings would be like throw me off a cliff and im not willing to risk my treasured friendship for just some silly feelings that probably are just something that i would forget about as soon as i met someone else, right?

But i couldn't help it.

Sometimes i would just watch him exist when we hang out with the boys, getting lost in his eyes or just admiring his features, fantasizing about pressing my lips against his or whisper into his ear how much i loved him

A voice took me out of my thoughts

"Y/N, you okay? You have been dissociating for 20 minutes now"

Ashton said with a confused and worried expression

"yeah, everything's okay"

I took a sip of my drink and tried to catch up with everything the boys have been talking about, remembering the old times and getting nostalgic since the other day i was going to move to Nashville

calum was a little more quiet tonight, i tried not to make eye contact with him since i sweared that he was almost staring into my soul.

Luke turned towards Calum

"what's up with your love life, cal pal?"

"nothing new, mate, you already know how i feel about the whole love thing"

"what about you, Y/N?"

Luke asked me making me get out of my thoughts once again

"what about me...?"

"do you have a partner?"

Calum asked being straight forward

"uhm.. no i don't"

The topic stayed there and we didn't touched it again for the whole night.

It was past midnight when we decided that we should leave the bar.

Mostly because Luke and Michael were getting a little bit too tipsy.

Ashton offered to take them home, leaving Calum and me alone.

"i'll text you when i get home"

I was planning on walking back home, i needed some fresh air and a little walk won't hurt anyone.

"where are you going?"

Calum said with his arms crossed sightly raising his brow

"to my house..?"

"without me?"

Calum said sightly teasing before wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders as we started walking

"thanks for coming with me"

"whenever you want, rockstar"

as we walked towards my place we talked about a lot of random topics, sometimes we were even stopping our tracks to just talk

Like if we never wanted to arrive my place and end this night.

However, sooner or later that was going to happen.

we arrived to the front door of my house.

I unlocked it and turned to look at Calum.

"thanks for the walk"

"no worries, mate"

He waved at me and turned around as he started walking away.

It was now or never

"Calum!"

He stopped his tracks and looked at me

"hm?"

"..."

I took a deep breath trying to find the correct words

"i.."

"i love you"

His eyes widened sightly and then he smiled kindly

"love you too"

He turned around and kept walking away.

What the hell have just happend..?

He thought i said it in a friendly meanor..?

I noticed that it started to drizzle, i just hoped he would get home safe and dry at least.

Pov Calum:

I left Y/N's house as soon as i could, even if i didn't meant to but i just felt like i needed to leave running out of there.

I felt my breath heavier, a huge weight over my shoulders and how my heart was beating like if it was going to get out of my chest at any moment.

It was just a simple, friendly "I love you" right?

I shouldn't be overthinking it that much, but i couldn't help it.

There was something in they way she said it that it made it have so much power over me.

I arrived to my place and just lied on my couch looking at the ceiling just trying to think of something else, but my thoughts always leaded to her, to Y/N.

The question flooded my mind "what did she meant by that?" Was she just being friendly? Or was she flirting with me?

I started to get frustrated because i had so many questions and not a single answer

I would be lying if i say i haven't been some kind of attracted to Y/N lately, but i feel like she's completely out of my reach, not only because she's one of my best friends since forever but because i feel like she's too much for me, i wouldn't be able to give her what she deserves, and i would end up messing everything up like i always do in my relationships

However

I needed to get it out of my chest, we hated having secrets between us, after all, she was moving to Nashville tomorrow and it was my last chance.

I stood up, took my car keys and opened the door to leave my house and go to look for Y/N

What i didn't expected was to find her there right in front of me under the rain

"Y/N?"

She interrupted me

"when i told you that i love you"

"i was being serious"

"Cal, if im going to leave i think you deserve to know what has been through my mind lately"

"i.. i think i developed feelings for you"

My eyes widened, the hell we actually shared braincells..

"Y/N-"

"don't say anything i don't want answers, i just want to get this out of my chest"

"i really like you Cal."

"im not saying we could be something like boyfriend and girlfriend because i don't know how you feel about this and also the fact that you say "you always mess up" in relationships and that you don't believe in love"

"and that's what i wanted to talk to you about"

"you sticked to the idea that you are not worth of love and that you always mess up your relationships and it ends up happening just because you are constantly thinking about it. And i hate seeing you torturing yourself like that. You are worth of love Cal, you are a good partner, you are everything anyone would wish in a relationship"

"and im sick of you not believing me, you think you always mess up because you think you are "too boring" or "too simple"

"When in reality you are not anything of that, and your exes just couldn't actually see who you really are and what you actually worth"

"you are the most talented, kindest, funniest, and romantic person i know and i can't stand you not believing that because some bullshit people made you think otherwise"

Her voice started to break

'i just-"

"i wished you could see yourself like I see you so you could understand why i like you so much"

"i wish you could see that love Is a real thing, that love Is not really what you think it Is"

"i wished you could give me a chance to prove to you that you never were the problem and that you just needed to find the correct person.."

I felt a knot in my throat i just needed to hug her and cry in her arms, i needed to hear that so bad.

I just didn't thought that hearing it from her could be so relieving

There was a long silence between us while i was trying to find the correct words to say.

Suddenly she took a step closer

"Calum.."

I looked at her

"promise me that when you fall in love again.. you'll think about what i told you

And promise me that, in that case, you would be positive enough to make things work"

"Y/N.."

My voice breaking

"i promise i would be positive enough to make things work between us"

"wait wha-?"

I didn't wanted to hear anything more, I cupped her face with my hands and kissed her without warning.

At first i felt her tense, she didn't expected me to do that, but then she gave in and kissed me back.

some seconds after we both pulled away and i pressed my forehead against her's

"am i being too dramatic if i say you might be my end game?"

I said with a silly little grin in my face

"kind of, but that's what i like about you"

Pls reblog if you liked this, you would help me a lot

The fics requests are open btw! Tysm for reading <3

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ranmaru's Story Preview

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Ranmaru: "Do you hate me?"

Ranmaru: "If you don't, then close your eyes, okay?"

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Ranmaru: "I want to get a little closer to you ♪"

Ranmaru: "You're kind and brave, and somehow, we just keep crossing paths."

Ranmaru: "I'm actually pretty useful, you know? Or don't you want to be close to me?"

He sparkled like a star born under the destiny to be loved by all in this chaotic era.

Playful and devilishly charming, he toyed with my heart and stole it away without me ever realizing that his glow was painted over with layers of lies.

Ranmaru: "I won't let anyone lay a hand on her."

Mai: "Ranmaru!?"

(Why is he here?)

Ranmaru: "You don't have to be scared anymore. I'll protect you."

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Ranmaru: "Can you help me out with my page duties starting tomorrow?"

Ranmaru: "It's kind of similar to being an attendant, so maybe I can teach you a thing or two."

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Ranmaru: "I'll definitely take you back to where you came from."

Ranmaru: "So let's survive this chaotic era together for the next three months."

Whether on the battlefield or within the castle walls, wherever we were—just as the history books say—this capable page was always there to help me.

I was drawn to him to the point that I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Ranmaru: "It's my fault. All of it."

Ranmaru: "I always bring misfortune to the people who stay by my side."

(From the look on his face, you could tell the pain was coming from deep inside.)

I had taken a step into the darkness he carried, not realizing it would lead to a deeper abyss.

Mai: "You're not the kind of person who would betray someone!"

Ranmaru: "Ahaha!"

(Huh…?)

Ranmaru: "Aww, I guess I got found out."

Ranmaru: "You—come here."

Ranmaru: "You're on my side, right?"

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Ranmaru: "You believed in me, huh? But believe in what exactly?"

Ranmaru: "The popular guy in the castle? Or Lord Nobunaga's ever-present page by your side?"

Mai: "That's…"

Ranmaru: "You dreamed up a beautiful version of me. But too bad…"

Ranmaru: "I want to keep you as a hostage, preferably in the easiest way possible."

Ranmaru: "That's the only reason I got close to you."

(Everything I believed in, everything I held dear—it was all a lie.)

Kidnapped by the very betrayer I trusted, my life as a hostage had begun.

My wavering heart was cast down into the abyss, darkness spreading before my eyes, but—

(Now I understand. Ranmaru isn't perfect either.)

Mai: "Tell me, Ranmaru."

Mai: "Is that really how you feel—that you want to kill Nobunaga?"

Ranmaru: "It is."

(I knew it.)

Mai: "Liar."

The one truly lost in darkness was him—he who kept lying even to himself.

When I found the real him—unknown to anyone else—I finally understood why I had traveled back to the past.

Ranmaru: "Don't worry about me. Just leave me behind."

Mai: "No. I can't do that."

(I don't want to give up.)

Ranmaru: "Please, listen. There's no need for you to protect me…"

Mai: "There is!"

Not knowing what I might grasp, I desperately reach out to follow the orbit of that lonely, distant star shining far away.

[earlysunshines]

warm

hirai momo x reader

summary: who needs pillows when you've got your warm, comfy girlfriend.

wc: 1.1k

fluff ; cursing

a/n: i'm so tired rn, neeeed momo she's so so girlfriend.

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you groan.

it's been two hours and you just want to get this damn project done so you can send it over to your boss and have him accept it. you just want to spend tomorrow with your girlfriend without having any worries or anything on your plate.

various yellow sticky notes take up some of the space on the wall, and they have barely legible notes and reminders that you had noted in a rush while in a zoom meeting. another sticky note that stands out from the rest is a peach colored one, the text on it reads: i'll be at the studio, be home at eight. make sure to eat, i love you.

you just want to see your girlfriend.

you aggressively type in the code that you thought would be error-free, so you run it; you're going to punch the laptop in front of you soon after seeing the small red "x" on your screen.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you curse, "I swear to fucking god there aren't any errors? this fucking piece of shi-"

"y/n, hi." a familiar voice chirps, cutting you off from cursing out a hunk of metal and wires. you turn to see your girlfriend, who's walking over to you and plants a kiss on your temple, "I missed you." she mumbles.

you lean back into the chair, turning your head to face her. "I missed you too, how was practice?"

"tiring and sweaty." she sighs and you laugh under your breath. momo looks at your tired state: messy hair, glasses falling to the tip of your nose, and loose strands falling over your face. momo smiles at the sight, she could fall in love with you all over again right here right now. "I showered right when I got home, cold one too." she adds.

"that's good. felt nice huh?" you respond. momo hums and your lips inch closer. momo closes the gap and pecks your lips, sweet and short.

your girlfriend pulls away so that her lips are still touching yours, "are you going to join me?" she asks, referring to the empty bed you two share. your eyes soften, and your shoulders seem to sink. a disappointed sigh leaves your lips.

you respond with a pout. "I have to finish this." you mumble, "but, I showered already, so I'll be with you right after," you assure. momo pouts at your response, but nonetheless, she nods in understanding. your girlfriend kisses your forehead and mumbles something against your skin.

"okay, i'll go make sure boo and dobby are asleep."

you hum. "love you."

—

it's been an hour and you might be losing some hair or even balding after seeing the same little "x" on your screen. another (slightly dramatic) groan escapes your lips, momo's eyes leave her phone screen as she looks at her girlfriend, hunched over and pressing her fingers against her temple. 

the dark-haired woman walks over to you once more, looking over at your screen and the way your brows furrow.

"you okay?"

"why did i pursue computer science." you groan. "I think my boss wants me dead." and momo laughs at your response. you pout. 

"maybe you need a break," momo suggests, massaging your shoulders and she's a bit surprised at how tense they are. you relax into her touch and you feel her fingers rub in a circling motion.

"I can't, this needs to be done." 

"you can take a break – and, I really want to lay down with you. you better hurry up." she says playfully, rolling her eyes.

"trying trying." you assure, though it may be a lie. "five minutes?" you ask. momo ponders for a bit before nodding and kissing your cheek,

"promise?"

"maybe?"

momo sighs and heads back to lie down on the queen-sized bed, covering herself in the baby blue blanket and sinking her head into the pillow. she faces away from you.

now you're really fucking determined to get this done.

you carefully go over every line of code for the next five minutes, checking to make sure there aren't any small mistakes, typos, or miscapitalization. that's when you want to punch yourself: you had made a single letter of a variable lowercase instead of uppercase. that was the thing fucking up your program.

"oh my fucking god," you mutter. 

"hm?" momo turns to face you again, wondering why you're sitting back up straight and staring at the laptop in awe. momo watches you tap at the mouse in your hand and your face lights up after something changes on the screen; momo guesses that things had worked out for you.

a tired groan escapes your lips as you stand up, putting your arms up and momo swears she hears something crack as you stretch yourself. she laughs at the sight. you take off your blue light glasses and rub at your eyes, then close the laptop.

"done," you say. you both smile at each other.

momo lifts the blue blanket for you so that you can crawl on top of her, practically collapsing on her from exhaustion. your face squishes against the gray cotton sweatshirt that covers Momo's chest, and the peach scent that fills your senses is everything that you need at the moment, it's so sweet. you melt into momo even more as your legs start to tangle.

"little spoon today?"

"mmmm," you mumble against the cotton. "is this my sweatshirt?" 

"maybe." momo says, laughing at your state. she puts her phone down and starts to massage your scalp with both hands; you might die right then and there. momo can tell by the way you fully relax into her, mumbling something that's very incoherent and it's more of a dragged-out groan.

"when did your boobs get so comfy," you mumble, "and warm." 

you turn so that your face is now fully pressed into her chest and against the cloth, you don't even care that it's a little difficult to breathe because it's so comfortable for no reason.

momo chuckles at your little remark and kisses your head, getting a whiff of the coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner you had used earlier. she trails her hands down to your shoulders slowly, massaging at them a bit and you let out another low groan at the feeling.

"you're so cute."

a warm feeling takes over as she wraps her arms around you, as if you were a stuffed teddy bear. you finally shift a little so that your head rests just under your chin, just so you can breathe a little better.

"mhm." you mumble against her neck, "i love you so much."

"yeah yeah." momo rolls her eyes. "I love you too."

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮! [𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairings: Neuvillette x fem!reader

Warnings: just a little funny fluff~

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Aimer - Kataomoi

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

Happy birthday, the cutest otter in the whole Fontaine (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

You are peacefully turning over the page of your book, lounging in an armchair, when the sound of a door opening and quiet footsteps comes from the hallway. You barely have time to close the book, as your beloved, always calm and collected husband appears on the threshold with two large bags in both hands.

For a moment, he just stands there in the doorway, just like you in the chair, blinking in puzzlement, looking into Neuvillette's mother-of-pearl eyes.

— Neuvi… what is this?

Judex follows your gaze, noticing that you are nodding towards the packages, and raises his eyebrows, returning again to the puzzled expression on your face as you put the book down in the corner of the chair, across which you are sprawled, dangling your legs from the armrest.

— These are gifts.

— Gifts?

— Yes. There's water there.

You open your mouth a little, just looking at your husband in disbelief for a second.

— Did they present you water?

— Yes.

— Two bags of water?

— Yes. Is something wrong?

You turn over, sitting up straight, deciding that such a serious conversation isn't worth continuing in such a relaxed position.

— Why do we need two bags of water, Neuvi? — you sigh, raising an eyebrow.

— But it's all from different places and has different tastes. Isn't it amazing that you don't even have to travel around Teyvat to enjoy the exquisite taste of water, unique in each region? Everallin managed to get water from Natlan from somewhere, and…

— Okay, okay, I get it, — you chuckle softly, getting up from your chair to go to Neuvillette and take the bags of precious gifts from him, leaving them on the table standing not far from the two of you. Then you hurriedly pull out a drawer, taking out something small that you immediately hide behind your back, coming closer to your lover with a playful smile, all the while watching you with a degree of wariness. — You're just going to fall over from what a cool gift I've prepared for you! I swear, even the water from Celestia can't compare to this.

«Will I fall? Is it something dangerous?..»

— Well, I suppose you understand, I'll gladly accept anything from you, Y/N, — Neuvillette clears his throat, nervously adjusting the jabot* on his neck.

— M-m, no, this is something special, you will definitely like it, — you close your eyes, proudly lifting your head and smirking smugly.

Neuvillette almost felt a cold drop of sweat roll down his forehead before you finally abruptly extend your hand from behind your back forward, thrusting it right under the slightly frightened man's nose… Is that an otter?

You peek out from behind a small stuffed toy, lightly pressing on the belly of a blue-white otter holding a pink shell in she's hands, meeting Neuvillette's completely confused gaze, examining the object in your hand.

— Look, it's just like you!

The otter's tiny black eyes look at Neuvillette, and Neuvillette looks at them, continuing to remain silent before still casting an anxious glance at you.

— Me? Are you sure?

— Of course! When I first saw her, I thought that I couldn't find a more perfect gift. Come on, take it!

The Chief Justice hesitantly takes the gift from your hand, giving the stuffed otter one last puzzled look. You could literally hear the spinning gears creaking in his head as he repeated your action and pressed on the soft belly of the toy, which caused your melodious laughter, which finally pulled Neuvillette out of deep thought. No sooner had the man raised his head than your lips gently pressed against his cheek, and your palms rested on Neuvillette's hands, clutching your little gift.

— Happy birthday, Neuvi.

He's definitely very lucky to connect his life with a girl like you.

*jabot is a finishing element for decorating the neckline of a blouse, dress or men's shirt in the form of frills, flounces or ruffles made of fabric or lace running down the chest (or just these little ruffles on the collar of a Neuvillette:D).

[judesmoonbeauty]

Fairytale Keeper's Final Assessment SE:

Jude Jazza's POV Chapter 1 ཐིཋྀ

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with/// Hour Glass Banners Credit: @/natimiles ཐིཋྀ

(The Crown forced a woman who just happened to witness an assassination into an unfair contract.)

(And that Bitch, her Majesty the Queen keeps ordering her to accompany us on missions.)

(And this woman herself, who is so stubborn that she will follow you no matter how many times she gets herself in trouble.)

(I too, tried to test her guts at some point.)

Everything about it is disgusting.

(So I'll end it right here and now.)

Victor: You will spend the day with her. Then sign here at the end of the day.

Victor: What happens if you don't agree?

Victor: At that point, we’ll say goodbye to Kate. Oh, and please keep all of this a secret from Kate.

(I wondered what the hell he was doing calling people out this early in the morning.)

(Fairytale Keeper Continuation Agreement. Ha….stupid.)

Why are you doing this now, don't force this kind of thing on people.

Even if I open my mouth I could be subjected to a number of criticisms though.

I thought to myself as I stared at this shitty consent form.

(Maybe this will put an end to our relationship with that woman.) 

Jude: I kind of know whatcha wanna do.

Jude: But the last condition is unacceptable.

Victor: You mean the part about keeping the existence of this consent form a secret from her?

Jude: I don't like sneaking around behind peoples backs without lettin’ ‘em know that they're involved.

Jude: Hey, Victor. I gave ya information and helped Crown once, right?

Jude: Ya haven't paid my information fee yet.

Victor: No way! I gave exactly what you asked for, because you're scary.

Jude: I'm still owed for the interest. But that's all right, we'll call it even.

Victor: Eh.

Jude: I’ll tell Kate everything. Then I’ll kick her out and that’ll be the end of it.

Victor: Hmm. I thought you'd say that since you're a hot-blooded person.

As I turn my back on Victor, who is grumbling, and start to walk away, a voice comes flying in.

Victor: Jude! Spend a day with Kate and assess her. You must comply with this.

(Ridiculous…..）

I headed to the common room and found Isla and Ellis frolicking in front of the arsenal of weapons that that freak was collecting.

Kate: Ellis, this pistol is shaped so that bullets can’t be inserted into it.

Ellis: It's not a real gun, it's a replica.

Ellis: It used by replacing this gun with the opponent's gun or pretending it is a real gun.

Kate: I see.….It looks like it can be used in many ways!

(What are you talking about?)

Kate: Oh, Jude!

Ellis: Oh, Jude. Welcome home.

Ellis: You were called by Her Majesty and Victor. What were you talking about?

As I tossed down the fairy tale keeper continuation agreement, Kate's eyes followed the text, and then her eyes widened.

Jude: To spend the day with and assess ya.

Kate: You’re the one to sign this consent form, Jude?

Kate: So, as long as you sign the consent form, I can continue, right Jude?

Jude: If ya look at the text, you’ll understand.

Ellis: Why Jude? I guess because he’s the most difficult.

Jude: I don't know. If ya have any complaints, tell that Queen's freak aide.

Kate: Do you want to continue as a Fairytale Keeper? Or quit here and leave Crown?

Ellis: What do you want, Kate?

Kate looks up and says in a clear voice.

Kate: I want to continue being a fairy tale keeper.

Kate: I think there is still a lot I can do with Crown.

(An immediate answer).

When she finished speaking, Kate turned her annoying eyes on me.

Kate: Jude, please sign the agreement for me to continue as a Fairytale Keeper!

Jude: If they had asked for my permission and I had said yes, then I wouldn’t have confronted ya in the first place.

Jude: I'm against your continuing as Fairytale Keeper, and I'm against your staying here.

Kate: I thought you’d say that Jude…..

Kate: But I'll never give up. I'll keep fighting until the end, until I get your signature.

Jude: Really? Do as ya please.

Jude: You’re leaving today anyway. Your playing with gifts of the underworld.***

Ellis: If you're happy to continue as a fairytale keeper, I'll help you.

Kate: Thank you, Ellis!

(Shit…..everyone is siding with Kate.)

Ellis: What would make you want to sign it Jude?

Jude: Think for yourself.

Kate: I think it's important that I'm not a distraction to you and that I'm useful to you Jude.

Ellis: Ah, then.

She took us out into the garden and suggested that we have a sparring match.

I guess she wants to prove that she won't be a hindrance even if she accompanies us on a mission, and that she can fight satisfactorily.

(Pointless…..)

I have no reason or time to look at something like this.

But going out with them is just a way to buy time until the end of this useless day called today.

Ellis: Isla, I’ll be your partner.

Kate: Yes, please don’t hesitate.

Kate: Jude, please watch properly.

Kate and Ellis begin to spar, as expected, it looked like a fixed match, like a cat playing with something.

Jude: What are ya showing me? Ellis, if you're going to go easy on her, don't.

Ellis: But…

Kate: It’s my fault for asking Ellis, who is so kind to me.

Kate: Jude, would you spar against me?

Jude: What, I'm just gonna letcha die, and that'll be the end of it?

Kate: Yep. 

Jude: Hmmm, let's do it then.

Facing Kate, we made eye contact.

Kate randomly threw some punches and tried to land some light kicks, but I dodged them.

Kate: I thought you’d come in with a kicking technique, Jude.

Jude: Eh, is that what you’re watching? But your back is open. 

I go behind Kate and tighten my arms around her. 

Kate: Ah…..***

Instantly, Kate bent down and slipped out of my arms.

(You did it…..)

(But you’re getting too carried away.)

I grabbed Kate’s arm and swept her legs, pinning her to the ground.

Kate: Ah…..***

I glared at Kate at a distance where the tips of our noses touched.

(Ha…….Really, not good.)

(Her eyes.)

[Next] [Master List]

***I'm 99.9% sure this second sentence is incorrect. I have no idea what he meant by this, and I spent forever researching this line. But I assume he meant since she's leaving, so is her playtime with the gifts from the underworld AKA the Crown members. It doesn't have a huge bearing on the story, so take it with a grain of salt.

***When they are sparring, Kate uses 'tsu' つ, (not to be confused with the little っ 'tsu', which is silent.). I changed to this to 'Ah', since I wasn't sure how to translate the noise she was making as Jude was grabbing her both times, and it would look weird with 'tsu' written.

[apothecaryau]

Apothecary Nightmare design

IDK how to reblog the apothecary AU stuff from my original blog. So till I figure out how to reblog it all from my original page I'm just reposting it all... So I'mma just be slowly copying everything onto here till I get it figured out.

I've been listening to the Apothecary diaries anime dub and was inspired to make this idea. Enjoy. The original Dreamtale creator is Jokublog

This AU idea was inspired to me by "The Apothecary Diaries". There's a good bit of text explaining the AU as I want to leave myself some notes and ideas (Some that may be scrapped some changed who knows right now).

In this AU Dream and Nightmare are both heirs to the Floral Empire. Nightmare having more of a chance to take over as he was the first born. Nim having been killed when her sons were 4 by assignation via a slow acting poison. So she and the food taster didn't survive. Being picky eaters Dream and Nightmare were saved from the same fate. Nightmare wasn't as liked but no one really cared. Till the twins turned 5 Dream was about to be cursed by someone, but Nightmare pushed him out of the way and became corrupted. After that almost everyone of the empire secretly turned on him. The two not knowing till the two turned 6.

A group kidnapped Nightmare in the night. Placing special made restraints that are normally used for prisoners awaiting trial. To weaken his magic and prevent him from using his tentacles. They were cruel and gave him extremely heavy restraints despite how small he was. He never learned the true weight and simply guesses that they are possibly 60 pounds. They kept him drugged and carried him far away, wanting to sell him for a high profit. Only for an avalanche in the snowy mountains to happen and take their lives, with only Nightmare surviving.

When Nightmare finally awake he couldn't return home as he does not know how to return home. So he traveled. Trying to find help. During so he broke his crown and started hiding it around his neck under the metal collar not wanting to lose his crown.

Eventually finding a village and being taken in by some women who works in a brothel. Being raised by them while also becoming an apothecary. Working with poison and finding cures to them. Doing this for 16 years and seeing the women of the brothel as step parents. Eventually at the age of 22 he was kidnapped again and sold as a servant to the X empire.

One day he learned about two of the heirs having been sick and concluded that it was poison. So he left a written note to warn them and went on with his day not wanting to be seen as anything that important.

This caught the interest of Cross and his concubine (Killer, Dust, and Horror). So Cross worked to find who it was that saved his children Arch and Mo (Mochi just without the chi part). When they found out it was Nightmare and learned of his skills as an apothecary, he moved him up to poison taste tester, and is waiting to make him his fourth concubine. Being made into a concubine is a high honor. A tradition in Cross' family is to have 4 concubine. For now Nightmare is not a concubine and won't be for another year or two. As Cross wants Nightmare to get use to them all. They also don't know of Nightmare’s royal background.

I won't have Nightmare and Dream reunite for a while. There are also other empires that I'll be adding later. I'll be making artwork of all the other characters later, as I do wish to make some short comics with this idea. Also the restraint design might change, I'm still trying to figure out how it'll look. I might also change Nightmare's clothing design idk at the moment. So look forward to seeing Apothecary AU designs of Cross, Horror, Killer, Dust, Error, and others.

Pffh XD I just noticed this. The Nightmare in the corner eating a piece of sushi testing for poison. I accidentally drew the missing pinky tip on the wrong hand XD . I drew it on his right hand instead of left XD

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

WC ::: 5,200

A/N ::: I have it bad for Bakugo right now. I pretty much worked on this all damn day. Which will explain any errors you may find. I read and reread on Google Docs but it's almost 11pm and my tired eyes can take no more. It if's horrific, please tell me so I can fix it. I hate a misspelled word. Grammatical is fine. Love grammatical errors. I do them on purpose. Now I'm rambling and need to go to bed. Enjoy! Thank you for having Baku-Flu with me.

C/W ::: Too tired to elaborate. I'll fix it tomorrow. But MINORS, LOOK DOWN AND WALK AWAY. DOWN ... AWAY. Aged up Bakugo, Sorta slow burn, playful banter, alcohol use (not much), oral {M->F}, sex, quippy conversation. The End. Like I said, I'll fix this tomorrow, objectifying Bakugo? Admiring his ass. Idk. Leave me alone.

Hard to Get

It wasn't long after you turned on the tv that your mind started to wander. You were thinking about your best friend's birthday party you just got home from. You were thinking about Bakugo who was there, looking so delicious. 

His neck muscles turned and twitched whenever he moved his head or swallowed something. His lips curled into a sick and tight smirk whenever he looked at you. Your stomach would drop to your pussy and it made you feel sick in the best way.

The show you were watching was of little interest. Your hands had been resting on your spread legs as you lay on the couch, rubbing your inner thighs in slow, soft circles. Unaware of just how much you were turning yourself on while mindlessly daydreaming of him. Of Bakugo, being the one who's resting between your knees, touching you so sweetly. Wishing he was the one edging you closer and closer to your release.

The clock on your mantel chimed, signaling the end of this day and the start of a new one. You had no reason to stay up so you decided to call it and go to bed. You brush your teeth. Wash your face (with cold water - one last attempt at cooling yourself off) and climb into bed.

It was an hour before you even felt tired and it pissed you off that you laid there tossing and turning for so long. Still horny. Still too stubborn to give in and bring yourself some relief. You didn't want to touch yourself. You wanted Bakugo to do it. And since he wasn't here, you were going to throw a little hissy fit that only you would know about. Whatever.

You were just nodding off in your soft blankets and warm bed when your phone lit up and a pretty little chime resonated through your dark room.

"Hey." Is all it said. You didn't recognize the number, not even a little bit. So you texted back that they have the wrong number. No one you know generally texts this late at night anyway. Putting the phone down on your nightstand you rolled over and squished yourself back down into the mattress.

"No, I don't have the wrong number. I got this from {friend's name}, y/n =)."

"Ok, so all that tells me is you're a creepy asshole who harassed my best friend and got my cell number from them. Lose it. Permanently."

"Tsktsktsk. That's no way to talk to the guy who you were making fuck me eyes at over the birthday cake. Now is it, sweetheart?"

You laughed, "{Males name}, I'm so relieved to hear from you! I thought since you were there with your wife and kids you wouldn't notice me making fuck me eyes at you. When can I see you again? WITHOUT the fam, ok? They were a real drag."

"The FUCK! You calling me a creepy asshole is real rich. It's Bakugo, dumbass."

"Who?" This was too fun.

"Oh my God, you're so annoying, y/n. Bye. YOU lose MY number PERMANENTLY!"

"Bakugo, waitttt wait wait! I'm fucking with you lol! Jesus. You're so serious all the time! What're you doing up so late? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"I don't have a bedtime, little girl. I make my own rules, baby."

"Who you calling a little girl? I'll have you know I no longer piss the bed. Well, unintentionally, anyway."

"YOU'RE FUCKING SICK!"

"You love it. There's no shame when it comes to sex. The dirtier the better, I say."

"..."

"Pussy got your tongue?"

"What?"

You huffed, "Pussy (Cat) got your tongue?"

"..."

Minutes passed before he said anything so you texted him again. "You typing with one hand? You know, some phones have a one-handed setting. It might be helpful for when you're ... well, using one hand for typing and one hand for something else. Just FYI. Anyway, if you're done, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I have stuff I gotta do tomorrow."

"..."

And that was the end of that conversation with Bakugo.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You woke up just the way you went to sleep: Horny. But you overslept and had some things to take care of before you could even think about doing that. Your shower was quick and way less hot than usual. The clothes you put on were loose-fitting and casual. This is what Saturday's were made for. Being comfortable, getting shit done and then spending the day lounging around.

There was one parking spot left at the post office and you were about to take it when some fucker on a motorcycle swooped in and stole it right out from underneath your tires.

"What the fuck, asshole!" You got out of your car and yelled at the person with the black, stickered helmet sitting on their shoulders. "I was going to park there, kindly move your fucking bike? Jesus."

The person came over to you and stood unnervingly close. So close to you that you had to back up against your car. "Um, personal space, dick." You pushed them away, your fingers dug into their hard chest muscles. You had to admit, with how much you've wanted to fuck lately, they felt so good. But that didn't change the fact they were a total piece of shit for taking this so far.

"You don't recognize me, little girl?"

"Little girl??" Where have you heard that recently. You narrowed your eyes and said, "{Males name}? Is that you hiding your asshole face behind the helmet?"

The man laughed and pulled his helmet off. "Yeah, yeah. It's me, {Males name}. You're a fucking idiot." He chuckled again and leaned in to hug you.

"Heyyy, Bakugo." You said in a quiet little voice. You wrapped your arms around his neck and backed yourself up the rest of the way against your car, pulling him with you. "You ..." you exhaled in his ear, "are so ..." pushing your tits into his pecs, "fucking ... mmmuch of an asshole." Pushing him away you pointed at the spot he took before you even had a chance to turn your blinker on. "I - why do you even need a whole spot? You can just leave that dumb thing on the sidewalk!"

"DON'T!" He grabbed you by the cheeks, squishing them together, causing your lips to squish out. His sudden movement and his hands so rough on you made you weak in the knees. "Don't talk about her like that. Ok?" He looked at his motorcycle and back at you.

You put your hands up, surrendering yourself to his tantrum. "S-sorry. Shit, sorry, ok?" He let go of your face and took a couple of steps back. "What did you need to do here? I can do it for you." He offered.

"I just have to ship this package and drop this in the outbox. I think I can handle it." You started to get back into your car.

"I'm sorry. Fuck. I didn't mean to ---" you shook your head at him, silently asking him to not bother with the apology.

"I get it. And you know what? Here." You tossed the small package to him and dug a $10 out of your pocket and gave that to him as well. "Thanks, parking spot stealer. Catch ya on the flipside."

He moved out of the way as you drove off without so much as a smile, a wave or even a resentful glare. 

But he waved at you.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next time you saw Bakugo was at the coffee shop with your friend's boyfriend. You walked in and saw him with his stupid pointy blond hair and that stupid grimace on his stupid ... hot face.

You pretended to not see him even though you noticed him as soon as you walked up to the large window front.

The door chimed, signaling the entrance of a new patron. For some reason, all eyes went to you. Like you were the millionth customer or something.

Still, you kept your eyes on the floor and made your way straight to the order counter.

The cashier took your order and you were about to hand them the $9 for your fancy coffee when Bakugo swooped in and pushed your hand down so he could pay for you.

"Hey, y/n. Uh, lemme get this for ya? Let me make it up for the other day, yeah?" He tried to smile but it didn't really come across as much of a smile. More like a dominant show of teeth.

"Oh, you're ... you're here, too. I can pay for this, thanks tho---" You did your best to convince him to fuck off. But he wouldn't have any of it.

"Goddamn it, don't be an asshole. Let me buy you a coffee. C-consider this will be like a first step in our dating life, hm?" Fuck, he was hot. And he had at least one friend. Even if that friend was your best friend's boyfriend.

"Jesus, Bakugo. Fine! Fine. Pay for the damn coffee. Thanks. Thank you. Ok? You happy? I owe you now." You stepped back so he could pay. He put his hand on the curve of your waist as he moved passed you. It was fairly obvious what kind of effect it had on you. Your face turned a sweet shade of pink, your eyes blew out until they were almost all pupils. You just hoped he wouldn't see.

"You ok, y/n? You look like you're going to barf." He said.

"I'm not going to barf, you idiot. I just," you looked down the front of his body and left your eyes on his inseam.

"Y/n? you just ...?" He lifted your chin with his index finger, bent down a little and tilted his head to look into your eyes before your face was completely up.

"Huh? Wha-? Oh! I just need coffee. Just ... coffee. Can I get that to go, please? I gotta, I gotta go." You grabbed the coffee and stormed out.

"Hey! Y/n, whe- wait!" Bakugo called after you but you didn't stop. "The fuck. The actual fuck." He said to his friend.

They shrugged. "I've always thought she was a little odd." He laughed.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You called up your friend who gave him your cell number. Immediately going into your yelled speech as soon as they answered their phone.

"WHAT is wrong with you? You know, since you gave that dumbass my phone number he's been texting me and turning up everywhere I go! Did you give him my calendar too? 'Cuz I swear to fucking god, he was at the post office the other day. He stole my fucking parking spot. And then he was at the coffee shop just now. I swear to god he's everywhere now, {best friend's name}!! What have you done?"

"Who is this?" She laughed.

"Fuck, really?!" You yelled at her again. "I'm serious. He's everywhere. He's ... he's ..." You couldn't finish your thought.

"Hot as shit? You want his cock? You want his lips all over your body? You want his babiessss!? Oh my god! You want his babies!" She was in hysterics at the thought.

"You're the devil. You're really ... straight from hell. And I love you. But he's popping up in the places I frequent that I've never seen him at before."

There was silence on her end, until you heard voices in the background.

"Is {boyfriend's name} home?" You waited for her to answer you, hearing a third voice in the room. "Is Bakugo there? Jesus Christ. He's stealing you from me. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." Enough was enough. Though you didn't know how friendly he had been with them in the past, you do know that Bakugo was becoming more and more a part of your life and the lives of your close friends.

Your cell rang. It was a number that you hadn't saved, but you suspected it was your new stalker.

"Hello, Bakugo?"

"Hi, pissy pants. Come over." You didn't love the nickname.

"Come over where? And no. I don't want to." You couldn't help but smile. You were really enjoying the attention he was giving you. Despite your best efforts to hate him, he was wearing you down.

"Come to your girlfriend's house. We're having an impromptu game night. Bring some shit to drink. See you in 30. And don't shower. You smell great as it is. See ya, sweetheart." And he hung up. Not even giving you a change to protest his garbage invitation to someone else's house.

"Don't shower? That's ... huh." You grabbed your keys and wallet and drove to the store to buy some shit to drink, as per his instruction.

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You parked in your friend's driveway, essentially blocking Bakugo's motorcycle in between your car and their garage. You laughed at how pissed it would probably make him. A silent victory. 

A petty victory.

Walking in the front door, you saw Bakugo sitting on the couch. His legs spread, hands resting on his thighs. Just daring you to look at him. Anywhere.

"What's going on tonight?" You asked. "Asshat over here called me and told me to bring shit to drink and that it was an impromptu game night? Well, I'm here and I have the shit." Raising the bottles in your hand you showed them off to the 3 other people there.

They all cheered and came to you. Your friend and her boyfriend took the bottles and Bakugo gave you a hug. A lingering hug.

"Hi, pissy pants," he smiled devilishly at you and pressed his hips into yours and his nose into your neck.

It sends a pulse throughout your whole body. You slipped and your breath got caught in your throat. You hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Excited to see me, too? Good. I can't stop thinking about you." He said against your ear.

"I, uh ... yeah. What's up?" You patted him on the back and pushed him away, taking a deep breath when you were finally free of his grasp. "Who's ready for game night? Let's go!"

The next hour or so went by in a haze. The group of you laughing and drinking and playing some board game that was on the coffee table. You won a lot. Bakugo kept losing and it made you smile. He was a terrible loser to his core. There was no in between. At one point, he almost flipped the coffee table over. 

You were starting to get drunk. You knew it because that display of raw agitation at something so stupid made your stomach knot up. His shit coping was turning you on.

"I'll be right back." You stood and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. You walked in and turned the light on and shut the door behind you. You tried to shut it behind you but there was a foot in the way. "Jesus. Bakugo, what the fuck." You laughed.

He pushed his way in and locked the door behind him. "We're … talking."

"Now?" You asked. "I was just about to pee. You can wait." You started to walk back toward the door but he grabbed your waist and pushed you back against the sink.

"We're talking, y/n. So fucking listen."

"Ok, I'm listening. What do you want to talk about?" You smiled up at him, your lips slightly parted and your eyes set on his.

"You." He said. "You're driving me fucking insane, ya fuckin' brat. You're always walking around with those pretty tits and that fat ass, making me lose my goddamn mind. I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your pussy ... Fuck. I wanna taste you." His hands were all over you. Raking up and down your back, over your ass and thighs.

"Mmm, you think I have a fat ass?" You whispered. He nodded. "You're so silly, Bakugo. You think you can just say those things to me and I'll let you have me? You really think that?"

He nodded again. "I'm going to have you. And you're … gonna let me. That's how this is gonna go."

"Is it?" You laughed. "What if I say no?"

"Then I'm going to fuck you anyway. You want me to. I know it. I like games too, sometimes. I can play any ... little thing … you want. But, I'm just going to take what I want, y/n. And you're going to be begging me to keep going." He grabbed your tits and squeezed them until you moaned.

"I bet you'd love that." You exhaled.

"Fuck, I bet you would too." He pulled you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you could feel your body getting hot. Your reaction to him was just about the most primal thing you'd ever experienced. You two were drawn to each other like magnets.

"Mmm ... mm-mm." You pushed him back and put your fingers to your lips. "What are we doing, Bakugo? This ... I don't know what you think this is ... but ... I just." You shook your head. "I need to pee. So ... shoo! Go on."

"You're so full of shit. Just admit you want me as much as I want you." He licked his lips and turned around, unlocking the door and walking out. "See you in a minute." He winked at you.

You locked the door behind him and went to the toilet. You looked at yourself in the mirror. "This can't be real. This can't be fucking real." You sat down and tried to compose yourself.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the grocery store. You were getting some groceries for the week when you heard someone behind you clearing their throat.

It was him.

"Hi, pissy pants. Fancy seeing you here, of all places."

"Ohh-kayy. You don't even fucking live in this neighborhood! What the hell are you doing over here? Seriously, Bakugo." You looked around to make sure there were people who could hear you. "I don't love you! You need to stop following me, I WILL call the police, you freak!" You couldn't stay composed any longer and started to laugh.

"Oh, ha-ha. God you're an asshole." He eventually laughed, too. "Seriously, though. You won't text me back. Why?"

You shrugged, "I dunno. You're weird."

"What do you mean by that, y/n?"

"You're ... just ... I don't know." You shook your head. "I need to get back to my shopping."

He nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I'm not what you thought I'd be. Not really. But I'm not all bad, either, y/n."

"Hmm, I don't know. I think you're ... well, maybe I've misjudged you. It's not like I really know you. But, I don't know. I'm sorry for saying you're weird. You're not weird, necessarily. I don't know." You looked at him, curious about what he'd say next.

"It's ok. I'm used to people thinking I'm an asshole. It's just ... I like you. I wanna ... I don't know." He leaned over his cart and put his chin in the palms of his hands.

"Go out with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask, y/n! This is, oh my gosh. This is all so sudden! Yes! Yes, of course I'll go out with you!" He smirked. "Let me know when, y/n. See ya later, sweetheart." He took off in the opposite direction, knowing full well you were staring at his ass.

You bit your lip and watched him walk away. "Yup, still hot. Fuck."

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It was the night of your friend's boyfriend's birthday party. Bakugo had been texting you for days, trying to figure out where you'd be and what you'd be doing. You told him you'd be there. So there you were. In a pretty red dress that hugged your curves. And matched his eyes.

"Well, hello." He said as you walked up to him. "Wow, you look so fucking sexy. I love this. I love this dress. I love ... it." He was trying to contain himself.

"Oh, this old thing?" You giggled and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. "Dance with me, Bakugo!"

"I'm not really much of a dancer."

"That's disappointing. They say that men who dance are 10x's more likely to make a woman climax in bed. Or on the couch. Or the shower. Anywhere. Guess I'll dance by myself." You shrugged and laughed at your bullshit fact and the effect it had on his face.

"Oh my God, you're going to be the death of me, y/n. Come on." He put his arm around your waist and you two danced for the rest of the night.

A slow song came on and he pulled you to him. He tucked your hand against his chest and he held you close by the small of your back with his right hand. “You having fun, y/n?” He asked, looking down the front of your dress.

“Not as much fun as you, apparently. I can feel that, by the way.” You smirked, gesturing down between the two of you with your eyes. “But yeah, I am, actually. Thank you for dancing with me. You’re surprisingly not that shit at it.” 

Bakugo lay his head down on your shoulder and softly kissed your neck. "Let's get out of here." He said, his lips touching your ear as he raised his head and whispered to you. "Let's go back to your place."

You nodded. "Yes. NOW." You grabbed his hand and walked out.

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Once you got to your place, you ran upstairs and put on some music. Your favorite song came on and you danced around your room for a minute before Bakugo walked in, looking at you with the most heavy, lustful eyes you've ever seen.

He slowly walked over to you and put his hands on your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. "Y/n. How hot you are."

You shook your head, "Me? Bakugo, you are ... you are ... so fucking hot. You make me feel so ... I don't know. Like ... like I have no control over myself. You just ... you do this thing to me. It's like my whole body catches fire and then melts and I just want to ... fuck, I want to fuck you."

"I think I can make that happen." He looked at you, waiting for you to make the next move.

You pulled him over to your bed and pushed him down on it. "I'm in charge. Got it? I'm in charge." You climbed on top of him, your hands pushing his shoulders back as you straddled his waist.

"No, no you're not. But nice try." He flipped you over and held your wrists above your head. "You're mine, y/n. You're all fucking mine. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you'll be screaming my name for days because you’ll be too damn stupid to remember anything else." He smiled and kissed your neck, his hand moving down your body to your panties.

You gasped and bucked your hips up, "Fuck, Bakugo. That feels so good." Your fingers were in his hair, pulling it at the roots.

He pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside your pussy. "Jesus. You're so fucking wet, y/n. Is this for me? This wet pussy is for me? Fuck." He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow, tight circles.

Your back arched off the bed, "God, yes, Bakugo. Fuck! Oh my fucking god, th- ... Don't … Please don't fucking stop!" You screamed.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Huh? You gonna cum all over my fingers? I know you are. But not yet." He pulled his fingers from you, licked them clean and kissed your lips.

You grabbed his face and kissed him back, tasting yourself on his tongue. "Bakugo, I want ... lemme suck your cock."

"Hohhh fuck." He moaned. "You will, sweetheart. You will. But not right now. Right now ..." he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down around his knees. His cock was hard and throbbing.

"Oh, fuck, Bakugo." Your eyes were wide with wonder as you sat up on your elbows on the bed. The dress pooled around your waist and your panties sat haphazardly covering your cunt. None of that mattered. All you could see right now was his huge cock.

And it saw you, too.

"It's yours, y/n. It's all fucking yours. So fucking take it, you little brat." He pushed your legs apart and rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. "Is this what you want? Huh? This big fucking cock inside of your little pussy? Is it?"

"Oh my god, Bakugo! I do, so bad." You whimpered.

"I know you do. That's why I'm going to give it to you." He pushed himself inside of you, slowly stretching you out until you were begging for more.

"More, Bakugo. Give me more. Fuck, fuck me! Oh my god!" You pulled him down on top of you, your hands clawing at his back.

"Fuck, y/n. You're so fucking tight, baby. You're so fucking wet and tight. God, this pussy is perfect. I'm going to fuck you every day, you got that?" He started to thrust faster, his hips slamming into yours with each stroke.

Your back arched up off the bed as he fucked you. You were on the edge, your orgasm building with every move he made. "Oh? Gettin' close? I guess all that dancing really paid off. I should slow the fuck down. Wouldn't want you cumming too fast now. Nnnope." He slowed to a barely discernible drag. Your eyes nearly went full white as they twisted to the back of your head.

"Ba-ku-go ... ple--- ... ya, please. You have ... to ... mmmm … oh my god." You whined as he looked at your contorting face.

"I know, baby. I know. I got you. I'll give you what you want, sweetheart. You're going to cum for me, ok?" He kissed your neck and started to speed up again, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper.

"Yes! Oh my god, don’t … don’t … hoh fuck!" You were on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall off at any moment.

He grabbed your tits, squeezing them and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Fuck! You're so fucking sexy. I wanna taste those tits, baby." He bent down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he kept fucking you.

Your hands were in his hair again, pulling and tugging as he fucked you harder and harder. Your body started to shake and your breath caught in your throat.

"I'm going to … cum, Bakugo! Fuck! Pleasepleaseplease!" You screamed as you came hard around his cock. "Oh my god! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Bakugo!"

You rode out the twitching and shaking of your body as he continued to fuck you. Dragging out more moans from you than anyone had ever bothered to do before.

His slow pace came to an even more painful stop. He kissed your neck until you were writhing below him. Begging him to do something.

Anything.

Bakugo slid back until just his tip was inside of you. He looked down at where he disappeared into your body and pulled out the rest of the way. His eyes darted back up to yours and he watched you all the way until his lips were encircling your clit.

"Oh my god!" You cried out as he sucked and licked your clit, his tongue pushing in and out of your pussy. "Fuck! Bakugo!" You grabbed his hair and pulled it, the pain making him moan against you. He licked and sucked on you so sloppily that the room was filled with the sounds of wet lapping. It was loud and erotic and almost too much. But it was just enough. You were so close to cumming again that it hurt. Your body was tight. The wire bound within you was ready to snap if he hit you just right once more.

"Cum on my tongue, y/n. Cum for me, baby. Fuck, you taste so good." He said as he pushed two fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out of you.

Your back arched and your toes curled as you came again. Your legs shaking and your hands gripping the sheets. Your hips bucked up against his face as he sucked and licked you through your orgasm.

Bakugo sat back on his knees, his cock still hard and glistening with your juices. He slowly pumped his cock as he looked down at you. "You're so fucking filthy. I could watch you cum for me all day long." He grabbed your legs and pulled you down to him so that your ass was right at the edge of the bed.

He pushed his cock into you again, this time with a sense of urgency and a need to cum himself. He fucked you hard and deep, his hips slamming into yours with every thrust. He was so close to cumming that you could see it in his face.

"Your - mngh - your face looks stupid when you're about to cum. Y'know that?" You tried to laugh but all you could do was moan at how good his cock filled you. How good it felt as it dragged inside of you.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he fucked you harder. "Oh god, y/n. You feel so fucking good. I'm going to cum in you, ok?" He moaned as he fucked you.

"Yes! Fucking cum in me ... hmm ..." You moaned as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. "Fill me up, Bakugo. Fuck!" You screamed as you came again, your body shaking and your pussy tightening around him.

Bakugo pumped his hips a few more times before he came inside of you, his cum filling you up and spilling out onto the bed. "Oh, fuck! Y/n! Fuck!" He moaned as he kept fucking you through his orgasm.

He eventually stopped, his cock still inside of you as he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Oh my god, y/n. That was ... that was so fucking good." He kissed your neck and chest before he rolled over and lay next to you on the bed.

"And to think, what I said about men who dance was total bullshit."

"I knew it! I knew you were lying about that." Bakugo laughed. "You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. But I got you to dance with me, though." You smiled.

"You did." He smiled back. "But you're the one in bed with me."

You looked over at him and he was flipping you off with both hands.

"Fuck you." He laughed.

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[mitchko11]

SPIDERMAN YUNHO ◞♡

wc 1.2k

warnings language and cringe LOL

notes i wrote this during my marvel phase on wattpad and never posted it lol. i edited it slightly, sorry for any errors!

It's something about acting invisible that just does it for me-especially in a new town, in the bitter snow. Ignoring all the bodies chattering around me, loud cars speeding and just listening and feeling the melancholy lyrics, especially after a breakup that just happened 3 hours ago. An embarrassing text saying "I don't think this will work out. I can't do long distance." A dumb breakup between my ex-boyfriend, who was also my best friend. Thinking about it makes me chew my dry lips.

My music stops, and a second later my loud ringtone bursts in my ear through my earphones. Wincing, I grab my phone out of my coat pocket. I looked at the time seeing it was 7:30 pm. I answered after seeing it was my aunt. "Hello?" I say in the phone, just for that to be cut off when something- someone from the side hurdles towards me. I notice the red and black spandex. Spiderman? I thought before being pushed on the opposite side of the street.

The person puts their hand on the back of my head before falling harshly on the ground and letting out a grunt. I blinked and saw that the Spiderman was on top of me, chest in my face.

"Are you okay?" he asks before standing up and reaching a hand out for me, which I hesitantly accept. I'm just now noticing the scattered applause and small crowd. Before I get to respond, I notice a short woman gets out of her car and rushes towards me.

She grabs my gloved covered hands. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me. The ice is just so slippery" she pleads up at me, slightly shaking me in the process. "It's okay." I let out a breath. She nods, before turning to Spiderman.

"Thank you, spiderman!" she shakes both of his hands too, leaving before he could respond. The crowd slowly breaks, patting Spiderman on the shoulder. I touched my ear and noticed my earphones were out of my ear.

"I'm sorry about your..phone." he picks it up off the ground and hands it to me. It broke in half causing me to sign softly. "I mean, at least it wasn't me." I let out an awkward laugh trying to diffuse the situation. He awkwardly laughs back. "Um, thank you for saving me." I look down at my feet, cursing myself silently for making it awkward.

"I mean, it kinda is my job." he jokes back and I look up at him. It was silent before we both laughed, genuinely. "Do you, uh, need me to walk you home?' he asks. I look down at my phone before looking up at him. "Yes."

Spider-man offered to carry my bag for me. "You know, you didn't answer my question," he speaks out from behind me. "Which was...?" I asked looking at the busy streets of Brooklyn. "If you are okay." he answers back. "Oh," I raised my eyebrow and stopped walking. "Yeah, I am don't worry." I assure him, turning around to smile at him. He nods and we continue to walk. He is on the side closest to the street. "I'm starting to like this town if, you know, saving me comes with carrying my stuff and walking me home, I think i want to get saved by you again." I joke. He dramatically gasps and drops my stuff, before swinging away to the nearest building and disappearing behind it. My mouth flies open as I look at my bag and where he flew back and forth.

I walk back to my bag and pick it up, turning around and I jump and almost trip at the sight of him in front of me. "Boy," I breathe out and place my hand on my chest. "You got jokes huh." I fake laugh and push his shoulder a little. He chuckles and grabs my bag. "Girl, you're the one with jokes. I could do all that without having to save you."

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As we were nearing my apartment, I started getting nervous. I didn't know if my aunt was home or not, and since my phone was broken, I didn't know if she would be upset or not. We climb up the steps.

"Well, this is me. can you um wait out here for a second? I'll be right back '' I ask, reaching for my bag. He nods and I look through the windows. It's easy to know if my aunt is home since she always keeps her room light on.

"Are you sure this is your home?" spider-man asks me, putting his head over mine, while looking in. "ah," I jumped. "please, I can't even tell when you're behind me, you're so quiet." I turn around and realize the significant height difference.

"Maybe you should start paying more attention.'' I stare at him and he leans in. My mouth slightly opens until I realize he's just getting my beanie that fell and hands it to me. I bite my lip in embarrassment and he chuckles. " I think you need this much more than me." I offered it to him. He leans down.

I put it on his head securely. It was pink. He stands up and pats my head. "O-oh I also think you will need," I fumbled with the keys unlocked the door, and slightly ran to my room to try to find my scarf and jacket. After I found it I ran back outside.

I make it back outside slightly out of breath. I find him leaning on the railing and shove it to him. "These. It's very cold. I don't know how you aren't freezing in that very, very, very tight suit-". Spider-man grabs my hand and softly shoves the scarf and jacket into my chest. I take a deep breath, out of nervousness and from the cold.

I promise I don't talk that much, he just makes me nervous.

Spider-man puts a stray braid behind my ear. "I'll talk to you later." he flips over the railing and lands on the ground. I watch as he sticks onto a building and swings away.

Picking up my bag, I walk into my house and lock the door. I get out of my shoes and put my bags down. I’m about to lie on my bed when I hear a knock at my window.

Curiously, I look outside to see Spider-Man. He climbs in and sits on the windowsill, facing me.

"I wanted to ask for your number, but I realized I broke your phone, sorry again," I giggle and look at him. "so, if you need me to pay for a new phone I will, but until then I just wanted to know your name because I have never seen you before and I have pretty much seen everyone in Brooklyn and-shit. I'm rambling I'm sorry" he slaps his hand over his mouth.

"It is cute when you ramble it's ok," I say without thinking. I bite the inside of my cheek and continue. "my name is Y/n and you don't have to buy me another phone."

"Well, I have to go, patrol."

"Don't stay out too late." I say. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Thanks for reminding me," he is about to swing away but turns back around. "Have a good night, y/n." and before I could answer, he swings away.

I watch him until he disappears and close my window.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 18 The Secret Passage

Ok so I feel kinda crappy bc of vaccines atm so I don't love this episode :'DD

It will be better next time I swear hope

BUT I'm drawing again and it's not fantastic but I'm trying and yayy!!

Baby raspbery for no reason

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico slowly creeps into the brick passageway. It’s very dark… how shocking. Logico has a heart attack when he crashes into a fluffy figure!!

AUBERGINE: Hey… SHORT KING!!

Bare lightbulbs in the ceiling flicker on. Aubz picks up and squeezes the Gico multiple times. He screams so loud!

LOGICO: OH!!!! ABSOLUTELY not! My god! What the fuck are you doing in this tunnel?? AUBERGINE: Beats me, Lodge. Ask them!

Mauve!!

MAUVE: D- LOGICO: NO. MAUVE: You interrupted me. Don’t bother with asking about my Metaverse, because you’re gonna be able to live it soon enough. TEKTOPIA BABAAAAAY!!

Past Mauve is Porpoise, that creepy priest from the fireworks show. He growls slowly as Logico walks by. Then, in the side, there’s an empty brick room with nothing but a drain on the floor - and a body!

LOGICO: That’s literally the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He can feel the dark secret creeping up on the back of his heart. As he looks around in what little space there is, the suspects shuffle. Aubergine is backed up right against Porpoise.

AUBERGINE: Hhhhhh… can I help you?! PORPOISE: You ran into ME. AUBERGINE: There’s no room to run in here, go away!

Porpoise croaks (as in, makes a frog sound). That’s enough to make Aubz cower. Logico goes to comfort her. 

AUBERGINE: I’M NOT SCARED OF YOU!! 

She swings her knife at him. He backs against a wall, and is met with a demonic creature with three glowing eyes!!

LOGICO: [screams and falls over] MAUVE: Aaaaahahahaaa. LOGICO: NONE OF YOU ARE HELPING, WILL YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!

Irratino wants to help! He does a marot reading. But there is no way for him to reach Logico. (Guess he forgot how to text.)

But Logico realizes the error of his ways.

LOGICO: I’m sorry for snapping. AUBERGINE: Bruh you didn’t… you didn’t even do anything. LOGICO: I KNOW.  AUBERGINE: ??? MAUVE: Hey. [quietly] We haven’t talked since the inspector died. You’re… doing okay, right?

Logico tenses. Why would she bring that up?

LOGICO: Please. Stop talking. 

Mauve droops her ears and snuggles into Aubergine. Logico can see how worried they are for him. Why?

LOGICO: Patriarch Porpoise. He… is the murderer. AUBERGINE: HA, I KNEW IT!

Porpoise lunges with a roar! Aubergine screams, but Logico punches the narwhal in the schnoz. 

LOGICO: Go! GO!

Aubergine and Mauve scurry out as Porpoise lays dazed. Logico reaches the giant iron door at the back of the room, and uses all his strength to open it. But he takes a deep breath before he looks.

The end!

My brain was fried at the time I wrote this and there was also one of my favorite shows playing at the same time rip

I'll try harder next time :'DD

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 88 // How've you been...?// Day Off

Contents (Warnings): An old friend stops by. (slight angst, blood warning!, hard vore mentions, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,000+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Will be added soon

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(Dec. 7th, Wednesday)

Drake

He sat in his car, cold air blasting in his face, in the shade, waiting for everyone to arrive.

He stared absentmindedly at the steering wheel, and his hands traced along it. 

He hadn't got over the tiredness of the morning. I'll drink more in the mall if I have to. He thought to himself. 

He couldn't escape his dreams; they continued to bombard his mind. Haunting it with twisted snippets of the past. His errors and his—He threw his shaking hands up from the wheel—a bitter disgust scrapped across his tongue. 

"Your hands shaking. Have you really gotten weaker?"

The guileful tone bound itself to Drake's skull, shrewdly whispering the curly-haired males' mockery. 

Drake's fangs bared tightly, binding together stronger than two magnets of polar sides. His chest began to heave, each breath taut and thick, sinking into his lungs. It expelled with a gush once he heard the knock at the passenger window. 

His jaw released, and his head turned in its direction. Her heartbeat, even from within the car, was very audible. Lynette.

She gave a wave when he noticed her. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, turned off his car, took a breath, and then exited. 

"Hey-" He said. The sun brightly shined down upon him. 

He threw his hood up. 

Drake's hair gently rested over his eyes and created his safety blanket. "Sorry, were you parked there long?"

"No, no, I just pulled up." She replied honestly. She looked around, "I'm surprised Xander isn't here yet."

"So am I," Drake said as he felt for his phone in his pocket. He brought it out and read the text he had ignored earlier. 

Alexander: I'm going to be a little late. I had to leave Sasha with my dad, and now I have to eat. If I'm not there in twenty, just start without me, and I'll catch up with you guys. 2:24 p.m. 

"He's going to be running a little late," Drake said. 

He slumped over and rested his arms on the top of his car. He stared across it at Lynette and smiled when he saw how she could barely see over it. 

"Okay, cool." Her timidness clung to her words. 

Drake looked back at the mall; many people were bustling around it. All the cars parked much closer than theirs. Should we head inside?

He had his phone on the top of the car with him. Maybe we should wait for him and Ace. 

"He said we should head inside in twenty minutes if he's not here." Drake continued as he texted Ace. It was the first real conversation they had on his phone besides the small chats they had during the wedding. 

Drake: We are waiting near the end in the parking lot, section C. 2:31 p.m.

Ace: Be there in a few. 2:31 p.m.

"And-" Drake paused because Lynette's phone started to ring. 

She stuffed her hand into her sweater pocket, looked over it, and then looked back at Drake apologetically. "It's Wicks. Sorry, I gotta take this real quick." 

He watched her walk off and sighed. 

...

Lynette

She fumbled her phone, going next to a light post a little away from their cars to answer. "Hey, Wicks?"

"Did you get to the mall, okay?" He asked. 

"YES, I did. Did you not see my text?"

She heard him huff over the receiver. "I said to call me when you did so I can hear you say it." 

I couldn't follow up fast enough, "Is that your sister? Tell her I said hi!" Garter's voice panged in my ear. 

"Hi, Gar-!"

"And that she's still a little ginkoose.~" 

"HEY!" I shouted back. "I'm getting better."

I heard Garters cackle in the background. 

"Stop bullying my sister. I got to yell at her first." Wicks grumbled.

I pressed my back against the cement block holding the post in place, "I'm sorry I didn't call. I was talking to Drake a bit, but I'm fine." I glanced at my phone as if it was him, "how are you?"

My brother exhaled, "fine. Depending on how things go tonight, I might be gone until tomorrow. I wanted to let you know."

"Okay, I'll text you when I go home tonight," I told him.

"Text and pictures, or better yet, send me a video of your whole drive back home, saying random words like peanut butter, shoes, and stuff like that, so I know it couldn't have been prerecorded," Wicks said.

I couldn't help but laugh and feel the warmness of his smile from beyond the receiver, "Okay, okay, I will."

"Do you have your training knife?"

He asked me this before I left. "Yes."

"Who's number did I give you to call or text?"

"Your friend Suzie's." He also gave me specific codes to text to specify the type of emergency. 

"Good," the background sounded noisier.

"Thank you for checking up on me," I said. "I want you to text me at some point and give me a goodnight too, or just...let me know you're okay." I'm more worried about you, especially when you tell me you will be gone for the night. 

"I'll do it when I can." He assured me. It always felt like he hugged me when he spoke so confidently and calmly. "Promise."

My eyes caught on to the tall, muscular male with blonde hair approaching me. Xander.

"Xander just got here. I think we are going to go shopping now." I told Wicks. 

"Do you mind passing him the phone," Wicks said it, almost innocently. 

"I am not going to let you fight with him," I whispered as he got closer. I didn't want him to hear. "I love you, be safe."

Wicks grouchily replied, "I love you too, and you do the same." 

I hung up, and my eyes followed up from his chest, "Hi, Xander." I never got used to feeling so small compared to him. 

"Hey."

His eyes traced me as usual, though oddly, he didn't seem to hold that same swirl of hunger. He probably ate someone before he got here.

My gaze tried to drift down when I thought of that. No. Don't stare or ask. I looked past him at our cars instead. "Are you guys ready to shop-" 

I immediately felt my heart drop and sink like a cinderblock in water. My lips quivered, unable to form another word. My sight was glued on the male with slicked-back cyan hair. Why is he here? His gaze met mine briefly, and Alexander pulled me from him with his order. 

"Come on, Lynette." Alexander motioned for me to follow him to the other two. 

I didn't want to. I shut my eyes. No. It's okay. It'll be okay. I'm- I took a few steps from the lamp post, then stopped. Lynette. "What did you say?"

He glanced back, and his annoyance didn't rise. "I said come on, Lynette."

You said my name. Though he looked the part, his voice didn't hold the same volume or growl it did when he would say it. 

"What?" He questioned. "Come on." His hand reached out for my arm. 

I didn't let him touch me. I put some distance between us. "The hell is wrong with you?"

"You called me by my name." I shifted to look back at Drake and Ace, wondering what they might have told him, but I saw Ace leaning in front of Drake and blood pouring from his neck. "Drake!" 

I went to run at him only to be caught by him. His heavy and dense arms wrapped around my torso and pinned me to it.

"I didn't know he calls you anything different." The tone of the person holding me wasn't Alexander. I felt like I recognized it, yet at the same time, it felt so unfamiliar to me. Why does he look like Alexander? Is it illusion magic? I couldn't even reach Drake if I wanted too, they were too far.

"How about we play a game? I'll let you go if you can guess who I am." The one holding me said.

I kicked in his grasp, not that it helped. I didn't see a reason screaming or yelling.

"If you don't guess fast enough, your friend might die." The harmonic melody tweeted. 

"I don't know!-"

And as soon as those words left my mouth, his squeezing felt tighter. And soon after, my legs and arms refused to move. I didn't feel tired. I felt trapped. Something was filling my body, a kind of putty, slowly hardening over the inside. 

"Wrong answer." He said as he let me go. I landed on my feet. At least, from what I could tell, I was still standing. My eyes didn't look where I wanted. They went to him as he stood before me. "I would have accepted my actual name, Osiris, or my twin brother's name, who I sometimes play, Zetsu."

...

Drake

Wicks most likely dressed her today. He attempted to lighten himself up further as she left. 

Drake didn't tell her he could still hear their conversation. He heard many discussions going on, occasionally the ones at the front counter, too. 

Though he'd never fully comment on them because Alexander would be pissed. 

The car pulled up beside him, and not a minute after, Ace came out. It was a tune he recognized. "You got here quick," Drake said. He has a nice car, too. It looked like a small limo. 

"Yeah. I wasn't that far." He ran his hand through his hair and moved to Drake, "how've you been?" 

"Good, you?"

"Just fine," Ace looked over the car top with him. "Huh, Lynette's here too, perfect." 

He still thinks she's a magus, right? We are going to have to play along. "Yeah, we're doing some family shopping, so I thought it would make sense to invite her." Which makes me question why you're here. 

"Right, having her in your family probably feels off. Alongside those powerful magus's." 

Drake's eyes twitched, slightly annoyed with the word, but nodded, "It's different."

"I bet you're excited to have met her, though. A human at the same energy level as a newborn magus would do you well, right?"

Drake nodded, then froze. He knows? Who told him? "What do you mean. She's a magus."

Ace chuckled, "Don't worry, she told me."

Drake caught another heartbeat and saw Alexander talking to her. His legs tightened, and his feet shifted in her direction. That's not him. 

He moved toward them as a barrier went down around their area. Then, he felt himself yanked back by his hood and some of his hair. 

Ace swung his head around, and rows of incisors instantly sprouted into place, knocking his normal teeth out of his mouth. 

Drake couldn't react. The scenario didn't make sense as Ace ripped right into his neck. The flesh caved under the pressure and tearing, Ace didn't do a simple bite—he aimed to pull the front of it clean off. 

The fire of pain and carving twist kept his air from leaving, anything from going besides the spurts of blood, skin, muscles, and vocals. 

Ace pulled back, face completely covered in Drake's ichor. 

His form started to erupt upon reflex, but Ace shot his arm into the hole he created before it fully healed. 

Drake's clawed hands lifted up to grab it, only slipping off on the slickness his blood provided. 

"I missed that unique flavor," Ace hummed when he got his arm back. 

Drake's body fought to change. He couldn't. Something inside stopped him even when he healed. It weighed in his throat and now chest. A disabling pill-

He stumbled at Ace, weak and desperate for energy. His fangs out and ready to lunge. However, Ace quickly got him onto the ground and overpowered Drake. 

He was forced to watch Lynette walking with who posed as Alexander. Her eyes looked glossed over and obedient. 

"Leave her alone." Right now, Drake wanted her. 

Ace's foot pressed into Drake's face, smashing it against the pavement. "Sorry, I didn't think you'd let me get close without hiding myself in a different disguise."

No. That's not possible. His heart sounds like Ace. It is ACE. 

The sickening snicker brought him back to a time he never wanted to think about again, "but we have plenty of time to talk about it." Ace tilted over, smiling widely, "it's nice to see you again, Flawless."

...

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Mitsuhide's Sequel Preview

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Not proofread.

Amidst a chaotic era, I met my destined one and discovered love—only to find that with love came an inescapable sadness and fear.

Mitsuhide: "I can't even find the words to describe what it feels like to be with you like this."

We relied on each other, carrying a mix of happiness and fear in our hearts, but eventually, this fragile yet special bond began to fall apart.

(Huh?)

Mitsuhide: "............"

(I'm pretty sure we kissed.)

Sasuke: "I think this unusual situation can be explained as follows."

Sasuke: "You are slowly losing your ability to interact with people living in this era."

Mai: "As if I'm like a ghost."

Following the blank guidebook, a horrifying change began to consume me.

Just as the anxiety in my chest grew, a blood-red ominous cloud darkened the sky.

Ranmaru: "So, if I got this right, they're planning an attack using the assault of the Kicho-Motonari faction, and now other minor enemy generals are also plotting rebellion."

Mai: "Let's hurry back and inform everyone."

Masamune: "We've decided to lead our forces to quell the rebellious troops."

(It's finally turned into an armed conflict.)

Mai: "Please, stay safe."

Masamune: "Yeah."

Keiji: "Leave it to us."

(I'm glad, it reached.)

(But how long will this last?)

(How long will I...)

Mitsuhide: "Mai, take a deep breath."

Looking back, it was always this person's cold hands that protected me.

Standing at the edge of despair, I felt like I understood his pain as he walked through the darkness, holding on to a thread of hope.

Mai: "I'm okay now. I can stand on my own."

Mitsuhide: "Don't say you're okay."

Mai: "Huh?"

Mitsuhide: "I already know you're someone who can stand alone, but still, let me walk beside you."

(What are we doing?)

(We're both hiding our true feelings, but we see right through each other, pretending to be strong together.)

Because we cared for each other, our paths were starting to separate, but even so...

Mitsuhide: "Mai, I have no doubts and regrets."

Mitsuhide: "It's just that being without you is lonely."

Mitsuhide: "You and the world you live in are dear to me."

(I used to think that to save something, I had to sacrifice something else.)

(But who decided that?)

Even if I can't see, hear, or touch it, I will remain here, holding on to that one light.

And now, the ultimate battle begins.

Mitsuhide: "The path I walk is a one-way road to hell, but if you say you'll walk it with me, I'll push aside the enemy's fangs and the eternal flames for you."

Mitsuhide: "I'll fight them all for you."

[rk1k-moved]

okay! this took a bit to type out, but here we are!

disclaimer: my way might not work for you and that’s okay! there’s no right or wrong to make gifs, so long as you enjoy the way you make them then that’s all that counts. this is only a detailed look into my own personal process and things i’ve learned along the way. i'm also an idiot who sometimes doesn't know what he's talking about, so if something doesn't make sense let me know so i can fix it!

but these are some of the things i'll be going into a little more detail than before:

tools

importing & converting to smart object

smart filters

coloring (lighting, basic, and gradient)

exporting

tools

there are a few things i use in the process, some new and some old. whether you want to use them is entirely optional, given that it can be a lot to take in at once.

photoshop 2024

if you use an older version of photoshop, then i think the layout is similar to newer versions. though iirc some older versions don’t have the timeline function so you might have to look that up yourself since i’m not familiar with any ps version without it.

handbrake

i only use handbrake if the recorded video is super long. usually i try to record each scenery shot (4-8 seconds at a time) or an entire cutscene so i don’t have to use handbrake to trim the video. if i do, then i have the settings set to export as super hq with 60 fps, deselecting align a/v start and passthru common metadata. the rest i leave alone.

vapoursynth

this is really useful and makes coloring easier imo. you can download it from the official site, but i found a portable version (i have the 200722 one) for windows here. i’m not sure how to set it up for mac users, and, truthfully, to this day i still don’t know how to use it entirely. i just followed a tutorial i i found on youtube and only changed the amount for the denoise filter and turned off the sharpen filter since i do that in photoshop itself. so it’s trial and error, and i’m erroring a lot sometimes ajdkjasvjdas. it’s also where i crop the video to my preferred dimensions, unless you choose to crop in ps.

jsfiddle code playground

if you want to have the text in the tumblr post be a gradient, then type whatever you want in the first box on the bottom right, change the color from red to your starting color of choice, then the same of the green for the ending color. hit run, copy the code, and paste it inside the text post while in html mode. ngl, i stared at the site for like ten minutes before i figured out how to use it asjdjasdasd

nvidia shadowplay

i use shadowplay since it comes with my laptop’s gpu, set to record in 1080p60. i’ve seen other giffers use obs for recording, but i don’t have any experience with it. there are scenepacks and gameplay walkthroughs on many sites, which you can use as long as you have the uploaders permission and credit them as they ask! please don't steal their videos!

reshade

i’ve started using reshade recently to tone out the blue tint of the game and sharpen it up a bit more. it makes a big difference and helps with coloring if you start out with near neutral colors. the effects i use are: • deband • clarity • sharpcontrast • emphasize • amd fidelityfx contrast adaptive sharpening • fxaa • prod_80_04_colorisolation • adaptivetonemapper i'm pretty sure some of these are redundant, but i’m too lazy to go back and see which ones i don’t need lol. but it’s all personally preference with how you want the game to look, and there are many effects to choose from.

importing & converting to smart object:

my preferred method is the video frames to layers, which is: file > import > video frames to layers, and then select the video. if you use vapoursynth, then there might be duplicates frames (or at least there are for me) so when the popup window appears i check the box to limit the frames to how ever many duplicates there are of each frame. usually in my case, it’s three.

after the video has been imported, i select all frames in the timeline and change the frame delay to either 0.03-0.04 depending on how fast or slow i want the gif to be. for converting to smart object, i recorded my own action set to save time by clicking on a couple of buttons, but the process is: select all layers currently > convert frame animation > convert to smart object.

let me know if you want the action set! it saves a lot of time in the process

smart filters

i don't think sharpening before or after coloring matters, but definitely do not sharpen before cropping if you haven't done already.

vapoursynth combined with the in game reshade sharpening effects doesn’t require as much sharpening as i normally use. just note that it varies from scene to scene, and whatever you're giffing. these are just the settings i used for the pirates’ cove set.:

smart sharpen #1: 500% with a radius of 0.2 px

smart sharpen #2: 10% and 10 px radius

gaussian blur: 0.7 px at 30% opacity

add noise: 1% uniform at 30% opacity

on to the coloring, which i'm breaking this up into three sections: lighting, basic coloring, and gradient coloring, with a brief description and the result after each section.

something to note is that all coloring is personal preference, and how you want your gifs to look. if you're just starting your giffing journey, here's a site i bookmarked that explains pretty well the adjustment layers and what they do if you have questions for how they work. but i'd be more than happy to answer any that you guys have!

lighting:

brightness/contrast:

with this, i’ve found that changing the blending mode to screen brightens it up well enough without having to move any on the sliders. if it’s too bright, then lowering the opacity should do the trick.

curves:

before, i used the white and black point with the eyedropper tool, but now i’ve started using the auto function that can be found in the four horizontal bars in the top right of the adjustment properties. i choose the find dark & light colors options and check the enhance brightness and contrast box. if it’s too bright or tinted too much one color, then i fiddle with the rgb curves individually to get it as neutral as i can.

levels:

with levels there’s not much to adjust other than moving the sliders for the shadows and midtones to give it a little more contrast.

basic coloring:

selective color #1:

for the first selective color set to absolute, i use it for the white/black colors to make them as white and black as possible. increasing the black can make it too dark, so i limit the increase by two or three. sometimes i change neutral if it needs it, after all the coloring is done if it still looks too much of one color that the other adjustment layers can’t fix. i don’t know exactly what the difference is between absolute and relative is, i just remember it being part of a tutorial i read and have been doing it ever since.

color balance:

i only change this as minimally as possible, usually one for cyan, one for magenta, and one for blue for all tones. sometimes i increase it more, but it all depends on how you want it.

selective color #2:

the last selective color i use it for all the other colors, set to relative, usually for reds, yellows, and blues. if there are people in the gif, then i focus mostly on skin tones, bringing out reds and yellows to make it look as natural as possible. a hue/saturation layer can be useful to even out darker skin tones by lowering the saturation for red or yellow. with scenery, i boost whatever dominate color pops up while lowering the other colors by adding in a lot of white if the lighting is bright, or adding black for dim scenes. again, if it needs it, adding in an optional hue/saturation layer, but this time to lower the saturation for less prominent colors.

gradient coloring:

if you’re satisfied with the coloring of your gif, then this step can be skipped!

i’ve recently fallen in love with using gradient fills. there are several preset gradients available, but if you search around online there are other gradients available to download and use. or you can make your own gradient of your colors of choice.

for me, i often use blue/pink or blue/purple gradient fills. the blue/pink preset is the one i used in this case.

gradient fill:

after adding the gradient fill and choosing the colors, i change the blending to soft light and lower the opacity anywhere from 30%-50%. with darker skin tones it might be tricky as it would involve more tweaking of the settings until it looks nice.

gradient map:

i follow it up with a gradient map to help with the sharpness (i think? i’ve forgotten exactly) set to soft light again with varying opacity given how dark the scene is.

vibrancy

this is completely optional here, but i like the colors cranked to the max, boosted to 80% or slightly lower. some minor adjustments might have to be made after this, usually with it being too red or possibly yellow.

exposure

the final adjustment layer to top it all off is exposure. i like my gifs to have a matte-ish look, so i change the offset anywhere from +0.0010 to +0.0030. if the gif is still a little on the dark side, increasing the exposure helps.

the gradient coloring takes the longest to get the colors to look good, but i love my colors so much and the end result is so worth it.

logo:

this is optional of course, but since there's quite a few people out there who love to steal gifs, it's probably a good idea to put your logo on the gif to help deter them. mine's simple and uses either the font code bold or moon. i have it saved as a png so that i can go to file > place embedded and resize it to my liking before moving it to the bottom right corner.

but for me those are too many steps to do for each gif, especially if i’ve been working on them for hours. so i open up an old psd with the same dimensions and duplicate the logo layer for each gif to save time.

exporting:

under file > save for web (legacy) the window for it should pop up. i don't usually mess around too much with the settings here, keeping it at selective diffusion and changing the matte to none.

sometimes the size will be too large for tumblr's limit since i like bright colors, and depending on how many frames are in each gif, most of them end up on the large side. i have to fight photoshop sometimes to make it work by either trimming a few frames or messing slighting with the lighting. occasionally i end up having to go back and reimport the videos to divide the frames equally if i don't want to trim any off. it’s a pain, and it’s something i should honestly try to plan out before that point lmao.

but if you're satisfied with how it looks, save, and you're good to post!

[corrupted-hands-texts]

Mentions of DEATH, but nothing explicit, accompanied with the idea of KIDNAPPING someone at the very end of the text

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

- This is part of Threadverse, read more about it here! -

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"Killer."

"yeah boss?"

"Why did you kill."

Nightmare was sat at his desk, his hands carefully rested on a neat pile of papers that he had been reading through while waiting for Killer to walk in. His one eyelight was drilling into his subordinate's skull.

"we didn't boss! i promise i swear!"

The dark skeleton kept staring at the mortal for a while.

"i insisted about it with horror and dust as we were getting ready and all!"

"... So tell me why the human has suddenly gone missing and the timeline froze?"

"i seriously don't know boss," Killer said a little quieter than usual. "like, i really just wanna do what ya want of me and freezing places in time isn't what you asked."

"... Right. If it is frozen, it doesn't give me the negativity I need," he continued, almost to himself. "I see," he then looked back up to his henchman, "So you have done as asked. You can attest for your colleagues?"

The other monster nodded.

"Right. So it has to be someone else doing these kills," the King of Negativity concluded.

Well, he thought. If someone was going after the humans in the AUs that he was messing with, that meant said person could follow his little pawns around, with or without help. However, this person also had only targeted humans in "neutral" and "genocide" timelines... so they were selective.

"boss? uh, boss?"

He snapped his stare back at the teared skeleton.

"What is it, Killer? Don't you see that I am thinking?"

"i see it boss, i just wanted to say sumthin."

"... You may," the octopus sighed.

"so, uh, dust told me that he felt observed by one someone multiple times on the more recent missions. and like, it kinda correlates with the deaths and freezings? he told me he tried to go after the sensation but he apparently didn't get anythin' outta it."

Nightmare hummed.

Few were the monsters who could manage to escape from Dust's tracking. Only those who had a way to shortcut out of a timeline had ever successfully fled the hooded hunter, actually.

Which narrowed the possible culprits even more, all the way down to outcodes.

He made a mental list.

That "Blue", even though he was still bound to a timeline... No, he needed help to get out of timelines and always relied on Dream, who refused to kill at all.

Ink simply wouldn't do such things, it wasn't in his morals to change a timeline's course.

Error wouldn't leave whole AUs frozen with only one missing inhabitant, he'd get rid of the entire thing.

And when it came down to Pale and Template, well... Template was after other Errors, and Pale consumed AUs whole, all timelines and inhabitants included.

Who else...

He had heard of a new one, from a very far-off AU, who wielded golden strings from her eyes... he couldn't remember her name. She was capable of killing, but he was fairly sure she didn't know how to shortcut through timelines well.

There also was that woolen prick who often joined Ink in the "defense" of the multiverse. This guy's standards prevented him from ever modifying the Creators' works, so no killing humans and freezing timelines.

... Could it be yet another new face?

Ah, he didn't want to deal with a new face. He didn't want to deal with any new faces. He had enough on his plate with Dream and Ink and the other dastards frolicking in the way to his food.

"boss?"

"WHAT."

"... dinner's ready, boss," Killer said, unphased – Nightmare did notice the faint feeling of a small spark of surprise in the other's twisting soul. It was gone in an instant though.

"Oh, right... I'll be with you shortly. You're dismissed."

The henchman turned around and walked out of the room, starting to trot down the hall as soon as he was out of his employer's view. Not like Nightmare minded such behavior much anymore – no matter what he did, the tearful skeleton had been traumatised into being a careless and emotionless monster. No amount of yelling would get him to properly behave.

Now... how to capture that new person before it caused too many problems to handle?

°-°-°

character credits : Dream and Nightmare by Jokublog, Killer by rahafwabas, Ink by Comyet/Myebi, Error by CrayonQueen/LoverOfPiggies, Template and Pale by unu-nunu-art, Horror by Sour Apple Studios, Dust by Ask-Dusttale,

Doll (the woolen prick) by me (@corruptgrail), and the one who wields golden strings by @ariadnetravels

[piecesunfolding]

I have never, ever been more at the end of my rope than I am at the moment. My rope ends with anger, because all of the grief and uncertainty and despair comes early on for me.

These past few years have felt like nothing more than a continual stream of the world showing me not just that I don't matter, but that I'm worth less than baseline courtesy. I've said, and proved too many times, that I'd do just about anything for someone who stops to acknowledge my presence. Have a coworker that says hello every morning? That person could ask any favor of me in workplace at all, and it's done. Have a friend who just sends a hello text here and there? I'm there for them. Simple, basic acknowledgement. I don't expect it from everyone in the world. I don't even really expect it from those who are close to me. But I will lap it up.

There have been a lot of changes lately, a slow build up of frustration because some of those changes were things that directly affected me among close friends. And I didn't know until it was too late. The change itself wasn't bad, if absolutely inconvenient for me, and I support it. But to not be told by those people in that environment? That was hard.

My father died a few weeks back. Today would have been his birthday. It was the height of summer with only standby airline tickets. When I told my boss I would have to wait to visit family and handle business matters, I recieved a scolding and was told they didn't have to honor the contract if I didn't leave right away (mind you, they waited over a week to tell me this, when I wouldn't have been able to take the allotted time off anyway because of the way summer break was).

And you know what's pathetic? I know me. I know I would have accepted that, shrugged my shoulders and maybe asked for a day or two off without pay, and went on with things. Why? Because it was too late to be there with family. And only one of my family members bothered messaging me, and that was all just to inform. No one responded to my messages to them. But at work not a single person in leadership even bothered to offer a word or look to me. I was scolded for not leaving immediately. They broke the contract and are hiding behind some principle that apparently you should be able to read into the contract (but it is NOT what it says).

I suspect the real reason, other than convenience and greed, is that they have a lot going on in September. They can't afford to lose a teacher. But. No. One. Attempted to say anything to me about it. One of them wouldn't even look at me.

I am so angry. I am not okay. I told the lowest leader on the chain not to expect an ounce of help from me for all the things going on this month. Or the remainder of my contract. I refuse. I refuse to do anything extra. I refuse to do anything that will promote the image of this place.

I hate this job. I hate these people. I hate this country, which frankly has the philosophy that they're following. I hate that I've tried and tried to reach out in a positive way to family and I'm not even considered. I can't think of a reason why they wouldn't even attempt to communicate with me. Unlike my job, which genuinely I would have excused for the self-serving attitude if they'd only shown the slightest bit of humanity, I don't understand why my family is silent.

My friends, by the way, realized their error immediately and felt awful for it. It hurt, and it hurts even worse to feel like it's just a pattern. The pattern says I'm worthless. I'm not worth a thought. I'm something less than human. Because a human being deserves more.

I hate this life. Apparently I should hate whoever the heck it is I am, I don't know. I don't know what people see (or don't) in me. I hate every decision I've ever made to this point. And so many of those choices were based on principle of character and core beliefs about the world.

I'll acknowledge the culture of this country sucks. That's why certain manners of passing away are so high here and no one wants a child. But not everyone I know is a part of that culture. I hate every choice I've made that has put me in this position.

I'm tired of pretending it ever gets better. It doesn't. It's just worse and worse the older you get, the more you understand, the more you experience. I wonder if the leadership is going to stuff their heads in the sand and double down on pretending I'm not worth acknowledging or if they're going to question my words.

It wouldn't matter if they did or they didn't. The outcome is the same. This is a pattern for them. I just didn't realize how deep the rot was.

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hi there ^^ i just saw ur post and i say you make the jeonghyeon pt2 BOTH smut and fluff, can never go wrong with that.

Masterlist!! Part 1

Thank you !! It’s a good idea! I’m still new to writing so i apologize for any errors! Also any feedback is good, I really need it!

Lee jeonghyeon- smut pt2

Okay!! So with this I kind of wanted to do a twist so I hope you like it! Also, please feel free to send ask or text me!

Warning ⚠️ unprotected sex (wrap that before you tap that), drunk sex (leejeong), rough sex, size kink??, BigCock!jeonghyeon, roommate!jeonghyeon, party refrence, drinking, the shower together, he ask reader for a blowjob, belly bulge,kissing,cock warming? Lmk if I missed any!!

2 weeks.

That's how long it's been since you hooked up with your roommate. 2 weeks. After you both woke up the next morning you both decided to act like nothing happened but it wasn't going as planned.

You two went from being so awkward to always with one another. You guys haven't been physical at all but.. you have started being romantically involved with each other. Always asking if the other is okay, feeding each other, waiting on the other to have a meal, calling periodically throughout the day just to here each other's voice, not being able to sleep without the others presence. Couple things.

You just have woken up from a nap in his room when you notice he's no longer in bed with you so you decide to go find him. You leave his room and spot him sitting on the couch watching the weather channel on tv. He has on a black hoodie paired with baggy jeans and a jean jacket with his iconic jewelry. Hot. "Jeongie." You call out still sleepy. He looks at you, handsome like always.

"Are you leaving now?" You ask. "Yeah. I'm gonna go to the mall with the boys then we'll hit a party later. Sorry love bug" he says with a small smile

"okay" you respond, sitting on his lap and snuggling into him. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head, smelling your strawberry shampoo. "You're so cute" he says hugging you. You look up and kiss his cheek

"thank you. When will you be back?" You ask, "I'm not sure. But I'll try not to come too late." "Alright"

You both stand and he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your cheeks "bye princess" and with that he leaves.

What to do now? He's always been flirty but.. why are you suddenly getting butterflies and looking forward to his return whenever he leaves.. why are you now always craving his attention. Could you perhaps be.. crushing on him? Huh.

Around 11pm jeonghyeon walks through the door and smells like alcohol. Lord why this. He gives you a tight hug and kisses you on the lips. You can taste to tequila on his lips and you know he's definitely drunk. You gently push him away and ask

"how much did you drink?" A little worried. "I don't know.. a lot haha" he chuckled "lets shower together" and before you can stop him he starts pulling you to the bathroom and takes off his tops.

You follow suit shortly after and he turns the warm water on and pulls you inside.

Water dripping down from his hair, down his neck, collar bones,toned chest, then his abs. He looks beautiful like this. Too good to be true. "You stare a lot.." he says looking at you with a smirk. "Sorry" you say and turn around. While washing your self you feel jeonghyeon back hug you, so you look up at him. He's Already staring into your eyes so you get a bit flustered from surprise, looking away. You turn around and press your head against his chest and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. His chin resting gently on your head.

Silence. That's all. After a while you both exit the shower and go to your room.

Softly wrapped in his shirt your facing the wall while he back hugs you. “Hey y/niee..” you hear him slur out “go to sleep.” “I don’t want to. I can’t” gosh. What the hell.. you sit up and turn to him “what do you want? How can I help?” His eyes flicker and he sits up meeting your gaze. “I mean” he starts, “you could suck me off..that could help.” He says smiling as if he didn’t just ask you to do something so sinful to him. “Your drunk” you say glaring at him. “I’m not… I’m just horny” he says grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him.

He grabs your jaw and kisses you then pause for a bit before crashing his lips on yours again. The two of you kissing hungrily and fighting for dominance over each other. His large hands find their way into your loose shirt you borrowed from him and he starts cupping and playing with your tits while simultaneously pinching your nippys. Soft moans fall from your lips pushing him to continue. You slightly grind on his bulge, feeling the pressure on your bundle of nerves. A few more of these and it has pushed him to insanity.

He flips you over and stares at the cute view in front of him. Hair messy, lips rosy and swollen, eyes hooded waiting for him to ruin you. Gosh this has been his favorite view since he first saw you like this. He leans down kissing you while raising the shirt up a bit. Perfect timing to wear no panties. His slender fingers find their way to your folds coating them with your juicy nectar before bringing his fingers to his lips tasting you, eyes never leaves yours. He pulls his underwear down finally releasing his big cock from imprisonment. He slides his puffy tip down your folds then pushes in your eager hole stuffing you with his length. You moan out at the stretch grabbing onto him while your eyes tear up from his size. Finally bottoming out he gives a few experimental thrust before he starts a pace for you. Were you expecting him to be gentle? I hope not. With each thrust he’s sliding out till his tip is at your entrance then slamming back in, completely balls deep. He loves seeing you like this, crying and chocking on moans. You can’t deny the fact that you love how rough he is with you. Fucking your tiny cunt with so much force you could break? Yes please. Jeonghyeon smiling at how small you look under himself. Hand pressing over the bulge in your belly from his big cock fucking you dumb.

His tip hitting your cervix with precision was sending you over the edge needing to cum. A bunch of incoherent words fall from your mouth before you moans turn into desperate whining and whimpers of his name. Both of you so close to the edge he starts fucking you all frantic and sloppy, that’s the final straw. You start cumming, walls spasming around his cock ultimately cutting him short and making him release his warm seed into you. He pulls out when you both calm down and as his cum starts dripping out he pushes it back into you with his cock(🫠) . He thinks about pulling out but decided not to. “Hey” he starts, checking if you asleep. “Hmm?” You hum back “can we just date at this point?” He bluntly asked. Could be the alcohol is what you thought but you slightly wanted that the most. “Whatever.. yeah”. He smiles at your words.You both end up passing out in each others embrace after.

Guess he didn’t get a bj but got something else :3 !!!

I’ll let you guys use you imagination for the rest of!!!