#thank u again pals for suggesting!!

[solargrove]

hi so if you saw or replied to this post from yesterday, congrats! u are the cause of these specific super cool and fun townie makeovers :D

alice spencer-kim suggested by @simsinfinitylt

catarina lynx suggested by @panicsimss

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zoe patel suggested by @virgowhiims

yuki behr suggested by @mirtylebuns

ted roswell suggested by @cowberry-jam

thank u all for making these suggestions, this was super fun to make! also this template (?) was inspired by @literalite's townie makeovers

[teardrop-scales]

Hi I have a request! How about a love potion one shot or head canon with lmk Wukong and fem (s/o)? Please and thank u 🙏🏻

Love potion: Sun Wukong x reader headcannons 🧪

A.N: I decided to do this in a headcannon format, but more story-driven one, and I actually changed your request a bit so Wukong and reader aren't a couple yet in this. Hope that's okay!

You were having a peaceful afternoon after your early morning shift at work when MK called you.

You were surprised at this; you knew he was supposed to be training with your friend/crush Wukong and usually that made him quite busy and unreachable. So you knew that something must've happened.

When you picked up the phone , it turned out that The Monkey King himself somehow accidentally drank a love potion that he had in his stash of artifacts and other useless things.

MK wasn't exactly sure how the potion worked; on the bottle it was only written that, thankfully, the effects last only for a day or so, and the poor kid couldn't exactly ask his mentor about it right now. Besides, you were sure that Wukong wouldn't know even in the right/normal state of mind.

According to MK, the monkey acted somewhat normal for a few minutes, until he saw you in the photo he had of you two stashed somewhere. Then the potion truly started to kick in. At least that's what you think happened, provided you understood MK's frantic explanation correctly.

And to summarize, the boy wanted you to take care of Wukong for a bit until the potion stopped working, since the monkey was apparently constantly bugging him about wanting to see you. You could even hear Monkey King gushing about you and cutting in through MK's phone "to say hi".

You kinda feared what it would be like. You just hoped he wouldn't be too overbearing and that you won't explode from flusteredness, given you had a crush on Monkey King and thanks to the potion, he was in love with YOU of all people.

But you knew that MK had to go to his afternoon shift at Pigsy's, and Wukong couldn't be left alone in this state, so of course you agreed.

So in a short amount of time MK was standing in front of your apartment door with the Monkey King behind him. The boy thanked you once again and then he was gone. Leaving you alone with your lovesick crush.

His eyes were much wider than normal, and there was a slight pink gleam in them. He also had a wide smile on his face, his tail swishing behind him. Basically all the signs that he was happy.

"Peaches, I'm so glad to see you!"

He exclaimed in a much more higher pitched and cheerful voice than normally before crushing you in a hug.

"Yeah, good to see you too, Wukong" You replied and awkwardly reciprocated the hug, while Sun buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent.

Overall Wukong was much more cheerful, talkative and emotional than normal under the effect of the potion.

After the hug he started asking you a ton of questions, like, how was your day? How are you feeling today? No demon tried to attack you since he last saw you, right? Etc.

You also noticed that he called you 'Peaches' a lot. Of course, sometimes he did call you that before the potion, but only sometimes and he always acted like that was a slip up. He usually calls you by your name or similarly to MK, 'bud'/'buddy', maybe 'pal' sometimes.

To be honest, you weren't sure what to do with Wukong and how to keep him busy and not bored until the potion stopped working. So you suggested watching a movie.

And of course, probably 'cause of his lovesick state, he chose a romantic comedy...

It's not like you've never watched that kind of movie with him before, you actually did - you both liked to make fun of the characters and point out the corny and cringy aspects of the movies, but this time Wukong was really invested in a way he never was before.

The second you both sat on your couch, the monkey clung to you, hugging and cuddling you like a teddy bear. He was so close it was impossible for him to be any closer to you. Wukong pressed his furred cheek against yours and curled up to your side, his tail curling around your ankle.

Meanwhile you just sat there, inwardly screaming and having a panic attack at how close and intimate he was right now, and how much you liked it and secretly wished he wouldn't let go. And he didn't for the whole movie, being too invested in it to notice or care about you blushing.

This time he also made comments during the movie (that's just the way he is, sometimes he just can't keep completely quiet for that long), but not snarky/mocking ones. Instead he kept staring at the screen with sparkles in his eyes each time the characters did something which could be considered "romantic" and saying something along the lines of "Ooh, that is so romantic! Wouldn't it be nice if we did something like that, Peaches?" Or change his mood completely and ask with a smug expression "Soo, what did you think? What would YOU think if SOMEONE did something like this for YOU?"

Summarizing, he was VERY subtle...

You tried to answer both honestly and nice enough not to hurt his feelings. But, truth be told, you lied a few times so he wouldn't feel bad/hurt. You felt slightly guilty about lying to your friend/crush, even about such stupid things. Oh well, if you're lucky, Wukong won't remember any of this.

To be honest, you were thankful that this whole love potion experience took a pretty lovey-dovey route and not... Y'know, the more suggestive and lustful one? Because when it comes to Wukong it sometimes could be both. It probably also depended on the potion itself.

So yeah, you were grateful that the most he did was throw a more suggestive comment with this smug face of his here and there.

After the movie ended, you figured it was a good time for dinner.

Right after you started getting off the couch and out of Wukong's grasp, he asked with a pouty tone where were you going.

"I'm just going to the kitchen to make pancakes for dinner. With peaches~" You added in a sing-songy voice. You knew how much your monkey friend loved those fruits, so you always made sure to have some at your house just in case.

"Oh!" Wukong's face lit up slightly at the mention of his favorite fruits. "You don't have to get up though! I can make the pancakes with no problem, you don't have to do anything, in fact, you don't even have to get off the couch! I'll do everything for you, no biggie. You must be so tired after your morning shift today, Peaches! Besides, I'm a pro at cooking!"

You barely managed to hide a snort after his last sentence. It was endearing that he wanted to spoil you and do things so you wouldn't have to but he definitely wasn't a pro at cooking. You taught him some basics and thanks to that The Monkey King was able to cook simple dishes so they were actually edible. But not much more than that.

However, you agreed for two reasons: one, so you wouldn't hurt his feelings (it was so cute how his eyes and entire face shined and how bright his smile was when you said "okay"), and two; you were quite curious how this would turn out.

"Okay, but call me if you need help."

"You're so sweet, Peaches! But that won't be necessary."

After that Wukong went to the kitchen.

In short, it turned out that Sun mistook powdered sugar for flour, so the pancakes were... Quite a disaster, honestly.

You had to console the poor Monkey for a few minutes, because he felt like he failed and disappointed you. He was practically close to tears (that potion really did make him much more emotional, huh?)

He only cheered up after you suggested ordering something from Pigsy's. And of course, being the gentleman he suddenly became thanks to the potion, he insisted he should be the one to make the call. You could imagine that the pig wasn't very happy to hear him, but nonetheless after some time your order arrived with MK to your door.

"So, how is he?" Asked the teen. "I hope he was... Umm... Well behaved?"

"He was actually. It's just that he's much more cheerful and emotional than normal." You chuckled.

After that you invited MK inside, since he just ended his shift while bringing your and Wukong's order.

You and your crush ate your dishes and MK ate some chips you had in the kitchen. Meanwhile Wukong kept gushing about you to the teen, making you very flustered and flattered at the same time.

"I just love you Peaches so much!" Happily exclaimed Wukong at one moment.

Then a small, quiet gasp escaped your lips. Oh, how much you wished he truly meant those words. But you knew that this was just the potion talking, sadly.

After that MK suggested he should take Wukong back to the Flower Fruit Mountain since he ended his shift now.

Unfortunately, Sun heard that and he wasn't pleased. He immediately embraced you and squished you tightly against himself and kept saying how he needed to stay to protect you from demons or burglars breaking into your house. And also claiming that he doesn't want to be alone and that he had such a good time with you, so he didn't want it to end. Wukong was pretty much like an emotional child thanks to the potion at that moment. MK tried to pry him off you, but to no avail.

You had to promise Wukong that he could come over the next day in order for him to let you go and calm down.

Finally Sun agreed to go with MK, but not before hugging you tightly once more, kissing your cheek and saying "Love you, Peaches!".

You couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when Monkey King left with his successor. This was an interesting experience, but it was quite tiring too. You also had many complicated emotions after this and needed a lot of time to process them. All of this just made you realize how hopeless you were in your crush on Monkey King himself and, how badly you wanted him to truly love you.

Later, in the evening, you suddenly grew curious about the love potion which your friend drank. So you decided to call Tang to check if he knew something about it; after all, who else could have such knowledge if not him?

"A love potion you say? Hmm... Well I do recall hearing some myth about some deity or someone who wanted to invent a potion which could make people fall in love. They kind of succeeded, but actually later it turned out that the potion didn't create those feelings from scratch."

"What do you mean?" You had a feeling where this was going, but you needed a clear confirmation.

"In order for the potion to work, the person who drank it had to already have some feelings for someone. The potion just caused those feelings to grow abnormally stronger and made the drinker more emotional, confident and bold about their feelings. Umm, but why are you asking?"

You were flabbergasted. Could it be...? "Oh, it's nothing, I was just curious. Thanks Tang, I have to go now, bye!" After that you ended the call, not even letting the scholar say goodbye.

That meant that Sun Wukong, aka The Monkey King himself had a crush on YOU. A REAL CRUSH. SINCE WHEN?! How long was he hiding it? Either you were really dense and oblivious or he was really good at hiding his true feelings. Honestly, it was hard to determine which was true in that situation.

For a solid minute you just sat there with your mouth open. Your mind literally screamed "error". Then you suddenly squealed like a teenage girl, jumped in the air and said "YES!"

Well. It seemed like you needed to have a little chat with Wukong.

[juyeonszn]

BLAH BLAH

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader���

WORD COUNT 2.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI yk all that jazz, mature language, younghoon being stupid, one bed trope 🙀, jacob is shirtless….. that deserves its own warning tbh, reader also is topless at one point but not for the same reason, reader is down bad for cobie, dry humping ig idk if it really counts but i’m including it anyway, this is kinda tame tbh but,,, the tension is there i swear!!

SUMMARY you swore you would never make any physical contact with jacob bae ever again to protect your heart. what the hell are you supposed to do now that you’re sharing a room?

MORE HELLO!!! she is finished 😼 finished her up in a day im impressed with myself ANNSNW ANYWAYS this is a request from my 100 followers event! thank u again moni (@zzoguri) bae i hope u enjoy this 🫶🫶 prompts used are: 10, 12, 13 <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

You know, you weren’t entirely expecting yourself to fall for Jacob Bae.

To be fair, it was very hard not to. From his infectious smile, to his genuineness, he was honestly the complete package. Even before you became friends, it was difficult to not fawn over the guy. You would see him across campus every now and then, laughing along with his friends or something of that nature, and you always felt a tiny ping in your heart.

Then came Eric Sohn and Kim Sunwoo’s annual back to school pool party.

Naturally, parties were the bane of your existence. You could never fully enjoy yourself, what with the clusters of people in one house and the strong scents of both alcohol and weed. However, one of your gal pals managed to convince you to tag along just to say you’d been to one of the infamous parties.

That was your first mistake.

Two hours into your eventual demise, you found yourself swishing around the contents of your red solo cup on the backyard patio, your friends having long disappeared. You were bored out of your mind with no one to talk to and now a near empty drink. A creak of the wooden boards behind you had you spinning around so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jacob Bae gives you a smile, stifling a laugh when you almost spill the last couple sips of your beverage. He sits himself beside you, sighing in either content or relief— to this day you’re still not sure.

“Hi, I’m Jacob,” he extends a hand towards you. “I saw you sitting out here and thought I’d introduce myself.”

Just like they say in the movies, the moment your skin comes into contact with his, there’s sparks. It’s like a jolt of electricity is running along your arm through your nervous system, shocking your brain. From that moment on, you made it a personal mission to never touch him again, out of fear it would happen every single time and you might do something extremely stupid.

Now here you are, ten months later and still just as whipped as you were day one.

Your friends dragged you on a little road-trip just to get away for a bit at the start of the summer. You were nervous thanks to the fact that a wheel spinner decided roommates and you got stuck with Jacob. If anyone asked, you’d say you were pretty good at pretending like you weren’t hopelessly in love with your friend. You looked at him normally, rather than with the want to rip his clothes off and go at it like bunnies.

“Jacob and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S— ow!” Younghoon rubs his arm where you’d just smacked him, pouting at you. “That hurt, what the fuck?”

“That was the point, bozo.” You roll your eyes, watching Jacob swimming around in the hotel pool. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them. How could someone make something so simple look so attractive?

Tonight would be a true test of faith, the ultimate challenge of whether or not you could truly resist Jacob Bae’s charms. Even if you’d stayed in the same house or same general vicinity, you always managed to dodge sharing a room. There were the few occasions you slept over at his and Sangyeon’s shared apartment, along with everyone else in your friend group. They’d both offered up their rooms for whoever wanted to bunk with them for the night since there wasn’t much room on the couches. You always picked the couch.

But there were no separate rooms keeping you apart this time. There was no couch. Just two beds and a couple feet between them. Oh God. You would be changing in the same room. Jacob Bae would be naked within your reach.

You blink away the thoughts creeping up from the back of your mind. You couldn’t have that mindset sharing a room with him. Couldn’t that be classified as immoral? Disrespectful? Your brain had to stay pure or you might not survive this trip at all.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Younghoon asks with an amused lilt to his voice. You give him a nasty side eye in return.

“I might as well have. I hope I keel over and die right now so I can join them.” You huff, your head bobbing up and down as you talk thanks to your knees under your chin.

Younghoon snorts, standing to shake his hair like a dog would after a bath. “You’ll be fine, dude. It’s not that serious honestly. Just think of this as, um, a team bonding exercise.”

“You’re a fucking clown.”

After about another hour of swimming, playing chicken, and other pool activities of that sort, the boys decide to call it a night. Thankfully so, because you had a long day of sightseeing ahead of you tomorrow. You gather your things and part ways for your respective rooms. Some were on different floors than others; you and Jacob’s for example was on the top floor. You don’t know why, but the guys were insistent on swimming first, prior to checking out your rooms.

You waddle behind him like a lost puppy, following him to the elevator. The whole ride up is silent save for the soft lo-fi beat playing over the speakers. Jacob is still very shirtless, a towel tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. What was its purpose? Couldn’t tell you since there were still droplets of water decorating his back.

Good Lord, you needed to stop staring at him, lest you wanted to go into cardiac arrest.

Your feet padding against the carpeted flooring of the hallway is the only thing you can hear all the way to your room. You even watch sheepishly as he pulls out the keycard and holds it to the sensor. It quickly flashes green and he pushes open the door.

You’re too preoccupied gawking at his back muscles again to notice he’s stopped in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He laughs that melodic laugh of his before turning around to steady you. You give him a weak smile in apology.

And then you see why he paused so abruptly.

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we do now?”

You sputter at how nonchalant he is about the situation. You glance back and forth from him to the bed and repeat, sweat forming on your palms. It was already going to be hard enough just sleeping in the same room, now you had to sleep in the same bed? You wouldn’t be surprised if you were found dead tomorrow morning.

“W-We can talk to someone at the front desk? Maybe we can get things sorted out and get a room with two beds instead?” You avoid eye contact.

“It’s too late for that. Besides, we did book these at the last minute, so they probably gave us whatever they had available.” He shrugs. His attitude is kind of pissing you off. How could he be so calm right now?

“Well— uh— um— maybe—“ Your words falter as you struggle to come up with a solution. Jacob’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

You make a sound similar to choking, your eyes widening as you process what the hell he just said. You keep blinking at him, mouth parted in astonishment? Shock? Surprise? Bewilderment? Did Jacob Bae really just say that to you?

When you don’t respond for a bit of time, he heads to the bathroom to presumably shower. You’re glued to your spot, unable to move or think. Your head felt like it was hollow, full of cotton. You had to be imagining that entire interaction. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even as the water in the bathroom floods your ears, you’re still dazed. You drag yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. You were going insane. That was the logical explanation. Your feelings for Jacob had been stuffed away for so long that you were starting to hallucinate.

Yeah, that’s what you were going with.

You were much too delusional to handle seeing him come out of the bathroom, so you decided to change while he was in there and get ready for bed. You wanted to face the other direction to curve any possible chance of driving yourself crazier. You pull off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing over your swimsuit and dig through your duffle bag for some fresh clothes. You were grateful that you didn’t let your friends peer pressure you into actually swimming, your desire to keep a healthy distance between you and Jacob overpowering wanting to join in on the fun.

As you go to untie your swim top, the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door have you tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t exactly have the best reflexes either, so you fail at catching the strings before they can fall completely. At this point, you’re frozen. You’re planted face first on the floor, topless, with the boy you’ve been thirsting over for months just feet away.

Okay, so perhaps you underestimated how long it took him to shower.

“Y/N, are you— woah—”

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Of course you’re too late and he does not heed your warning. Jacob squats next to you and you can just feel his presence. To everyone else, it’s calming. He’s the person most people go to when they have any qualms about life. He was the definition of the therapist friend. However, that was not the case right now.

His presence was intimidating and your heart was hammering in your rib cage. It was practically beating against the floor. It wouldn’t be beyond you if they heard it in the lobby. You refuse to glance over at him. This couldn’t be happening. It was seriously one unfortunate event after another.

There’s a ghost-like, feather light touch that trails the length of your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. Just like the first time, it’s like you’d been statically charged. It was as if Jacob Bae himself created electricity. A sigh leaves Jacob’s lips. “Can you look at me, pretty?”

This was something torn straight from one of your wildest dreams. His words, his actions, even the situation you were in. A singular bed that you’re forced to share. This could very well just be the universe’s way of finally giving you a win. Divine intervention did exist, after all.

A peek at Jacob’s form shows you that he’s in nothing but a towel, and it leaves little to the imagination. You swallow thickly. Your lack of cooperation has his patience wearing thin, so he takes matters into his own hands, holding himself up with said hands on either side of your head and straddling your waist.

You can feel him through his towel and the flimsy material of your swim bottoms. He’s hard, pressing into your ass like he’s the one who’s needed to have you in such a visceral way the past ten months. His sculpted chest rests on your back as he leans down, his lips coming beside your ear.

“Tell me you want me, tell me you want me as bad as I want you.” He breathes.

It’s enough motivation to flip yourself over despite being nude from the waist up. You don’t even care anymore, caution thrown into the wind. Your infatuation with Jacob Bae was already concerning, but now it was dangerous. You were getting extremely close to crossing the line you told yourself you’d never cross. But he made it so easy.

Your eyes rake his figure, from his chiseled torso that was handcrafted by the Gods to the way he unabashedly keeps his lower half pinned to yours. You almost salivate at how good this feels. But it’s not enough. You need him in ways that could only be described as carnal. You release a shaky breath when he experimentally grinds his hips.

He leans into you one more time, lips hovering your own and noses brushing. Just a few more centimeters. That’s all that it would take for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He flickers his eyes to yours and then back down, wetting his lips as he does so.

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You could’ve just spoken the words out loud, but instead you close the gap between you. Your mouths fit together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally reuniting with its set. They glide in synchrony, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and run along the expanse of his toned back. He groans when your nails graze his skin. You both part to gasp for air, lips swollen.

“That works too.”

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[lynnlovesthestars]

Do you do scenarios or headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex if it's from anon or ageless accounts? For Baldur's Gate 3 requests, would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? Thank you in advance!

Hi`~ I'll answer to one at a time so I won't get confused I hope you don't mind<3

1 "Do you do scenarios or headcanons?"

Yes I do, although I have posted only one or two up to now, I actually enjoy writing them very much, in fact I got a whole folder of snippets just waiting till I find more stuff to put them with!

2 Would you do the same prompt with different characters?

Absolutely, I firmly believe that the same prompt can develop totally different with diffrent characters, so if you are interested in a past prompt or you have one that you'd like to see with multiple characters, let me know<3

3 Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc?

Yup, I am genderfluid and I have no problem writing for any gender, ofc if you request smut make sure to let me know if the pronouns match the genitals n or not, I'll gladly take care of that.

On this note my main oc in dnd- bg3 is canonically genderfluid, both in the concept of gender identity and physical, so again, everyone here is welcome<3

4 Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc?

It's not the topic the problem, but rather the connotations that might make me skip a particular request.

The only hard no's are minor characters in suggestive/ smut content, and bestiality. As far as other things I have wrote a lot of dark fics revolving around self-harm and suicide/attempts- and mental illnesses in general- and they don't bother me.

Rape/ non-con and dub-con are a particular topic for me, so i can write them, but I won't romanticize rape/ non-con. I will not write the main love interest as abuser, i can't stomach the idea of putting a perpetrator with his victim- so sorry for u cazador pals that ship him w astarion, or gale x mystra enjoyers (though i can write abt cazador n mystra, just not with their victims)- while dub-con usually doesn't bother me much. Of course i can go in more or less depth in the topics so if you have a tolerance limit, please let me know and I'll tone it up or down depending on that, but if i don't get any note on that, ill make sure to properly tag the pieces as the dddne post said.

5 Do you do poly ships x reader?

Absolutely, I have one poly piece that is being beta-read about wyll and gale x reader, and I'm eager to share it with you all cause 1. it was a lovely request i got, 2. i just love writing poly romances

6 Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily?

I love au's, as I mentioned Lynn- my oc-, he has been the center of so many au pieces i wrote for bg3 as i was in rest the past two weeks, so feel free to ask!

Today I feel like oversharing so there are my ultimate favourite au's: guardian angel, soulmates, best friends to lovers, royalty, forbidden romance, one bed stranded, moden-fantasy, isekai, coffee shop, bookstores.. but there's so many more omg

7 Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex if it's from anon or ageless accounts?

It's a bit of a grey area, if you don't feel comfortable sending an ask with your main where you have your age displayed, you can dm me the request and I'll take care of it however you like it, but if it's through asks I'll stop at the implied to be safe, thank you for asking though i appreciate it:)

8 For Baldur's Gate 3 requests, would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer?

Of course, you are free to tell me as much or as little as you want when you send me a request, i'll do my best to respect your preferences whether you don't want descriptions of the tav at all, or you want something more detailed, you are free to request.

I've been thinking about opening some limited requests to write about ppl tavs- since i've been asked by quite a few people- but I don't know how to approach it specifically, but keep an eye open in case i open a few of them and you want to drop your commission<3

Thank you so much for your questions and your kindness, I always appreciate your openness, as a veteran in the fandoms environment, we all know how some might be less polite, so seeing even just the kindness of asking what's my preferences always warms up my heart.

lots of love, can't wait to see what lovely ideas you have in store for my asks!<3

[simmyfrobby]

watermark anon! ty very much for the suggestions; i am unfortunately v picky about image quality and the open in a new tab and save method, while working v well, downgrades the quality of the image a bit -- it's not even that noticeable, but i do and unfortunately it grinds my teeth and i can't ignore it ^^'' im really sorry bcs its very neat & you were all very kind and helpful, im just too picky for my own good. ill keep the watermark in, for now, hopefully the edits will look nice anyway! & if youre interested i can still send them your way^^ thank you again <3

all good, pal. in norwegian we say "det er ingen fasit" and ive been trying to translate that for 5 full minutes now but I'm tired and my brain is soup so here u go. send the edits anyway i love discovering new poems.

[starleska]

hi sorry for the weird question but are u still into larry laffer ..... ive been watching LSL playthroughs and lookin through the tag yknow as people do... and i saw your art !! it's so cute !! if u are please infodump about anything u want about him/the series/your insert i'd love to read.. have a great day!!! : )

hello there sweetie!!!! hope you're having a great day yourself 🥰🥰 omg thank you so much for being so kind about my silly art!!!! and it's not a weird question at all - i haven't had anyone ask about my beloved Larry Laffer in ages!!!! 🙈🙈🙈 popping in a clip of Larry interacting with Erin for those not in the know - but under the cut, as the series is highly NSFW 😉

as an Austin Powers enthusiast, when my dear pal @iriso-page suggested the amorous, anachronistic dweeb that is Larry Laffer, there was no chance a fixation wasn't gonna happen - specifically the version from Wet Dreams Don't Dry onwards 🙈 he's the absolute perfect combo of soppingly wet and pathetic, licentious, corny, dorky, confident and earnest!!! 🥴 i find his pitiful one-liners, cringefail dance moves and whiny voice all so intensely charming. he's horny to a fault and it's adorable;;;; he's just so up for anything and seems so sweet and supportive...not to mention i think his style is genuinely fantastic 🙈 terrible taste? perhaps, but i think more people should sexualise silly old men who try to sexualise themselves 😖💖 Larry has quite the sordid history throughout the games, and i know it must baffle some people that we enjoy such a little horndog of a character!! but i find his determination and willingness to go to such lengths for intimacy quite attractive :3c it's also a very funny trope to be obsessed with guys who are mentally or literally trapped in a totally different time period...some character recs for you there 😉 ooh you know, i never actually made a proper self-insert for Leisure Suit Larry, as that one bit of art was just How I Draw My Online Self...maybe i ought to make a proper OC? could give them a silly, Bond Girl-esque innuendo name like the other characters 👀 i would also really love to draw Larry again - even though it's been 7 months, i loved drawing this commission for a pal!!! the art style for WDDD and WDDT is sooooo beautiful, especially the colours...💖 is there anything you'd like to see, drawing-wise, of Larry? 🥰 and finally - i want to hear what you like about Larry and the series so much!!! it's always fun to hear what makes other folks happy :3c thank you so much for this wonderful ask, and i hope your week is awesome 🙏🔥

[dmsr-art]

Hey I’m the Augustine/Pal ask person and I just wanna say WOW and THANK YOU. I’m so enjoying this unhealthy but incredibly pretty fixation you’ve drawn. Also enjoying your suggestion of Pal as Lyctor town bicycle. Thanks again!

ur so welcome!! im glad u liked it, thank u for the inspiration <3

yeah pal getting passed around like a joint.... much to consider 😳

[magnoliamyrrh]

even w like??? pots???? like i had to figure that out on my own + thank u tumblr pals. i have ended up both at the er and talking to docs abt this. i literally have all the symptoms. if u look it up once u think it u can easily find that this is a common thing w my genetic disorder. but NOPE. no diagnosis. no help. no effort whatsoever to try to put the pieces together and figure it out. and absolutely Z E R O suggestion of what i might do to help the symptoms which left me damn near bedbound for months

so many of them are so fucking useless and again j have the luck of "good" doctors in "good" medical establishes and theyre still useless

[teddy06writes]

I Told You It Was A Dumbass Plan

requested by Outsiders Anon: "Aloha, outsiders anon back at it again. So what if the police tried to attack or take in one of the gang and Y/N was just not having it and smacked an officer? You can honestly go with any of the outsiders gang for this, could even do it for any of the socs. Obviously, you can not write for this if u don't want to! Thanks again! ❤️"

Dallas Winston x Reader, Sodapop x reader {either can be romantic or platonic, it's all just implied, but flirting comes from them both}

trigger warnings: swearing, yelling

premise: You catch Soda in the act of being taken in (pretty much just for keeping Dally from getting taken in), and try to stop him, and Dallas, while your at, from getting hauled in by the cops

{If ain't no one got be, outsiders anon got me! Mans gives me an excuse to say ACAB BABY}

{Also please give me more ily}

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It had started off as a regular trip down to the DX, right? You'd just gone to grab a coke, and see Soda and Steve. That was all you planned on doing.

Of course, coming around the corner to the DX and finding both Soda and Dallas outside, arguing with a cop really changed things.

"This is a place of business! You can't arrest a customer!" Soda was yelling.

"You watch your mouth young man! This boy was soliciting and I am to arrest the solicitors!"

As the officer gestured to Dallas, it was then that you realized he was in handcuffs.

"He didn't do anything wrong!" Soda argued.

"Really?" The police officer started to grab another pair of handcuffs from his belt, "Because he seemed to be in here a long time! Longer than a customer who planned on paying!"

"He's a pal of mine! We were talking! Dal wouldn't steal from a pal! Right Dal?"

"Stop rhyming!" Dallas hissed, "Your not helping!"

"I'm doing best Dallas! I don't know what you want me to tell this pig!"

"That's it," The cop decided, "Your coming in too."

You rolled your eyes, hurrying over, "Excuse me sir! Is there a problem here? These two weren't doing anything!"

"Actually, this is a thief and his accomplice, and I suggest you carry on." The officer sneered.

"Sodapop works at this DX station, he isn't an accomplice! And Dallas would never swipe anything from this store!" You objected.

"A friend of yours I presume?" The cop asked, turning to Dallas.

He nodded, "Yeah, they- uh- they normally bail me out..."

"Too bad no one will bail you out this time!"

"Excuse me?" You scoffed, "I've done nothing wrong, just the same as these boys!"

"It's no use Dollface. Krupkie here cuffs everyone." Dallas sighed.

"Sodapop is on the clock! You can't arrest him! And I haven't done anything!" You protested as the cop began to handcuff Soda.

Soda watched as the cuffs locked around his wrists, "Darry's gonna kill me..."

"He is literally still supposed to be working!" You continued to yell, "This is insane!"

"Listen, you just stop talking-"

You cut the officer off by smacking him, straight across the face, "YOURE A PRICK! WHO THE FUCK LOCKS UP KIDS FOR NO REASON? THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Dally grinned as you continued to beat on the man, "Wooo!"

Soda laughed, trying to clap despite the restraints on his wrists, "Get 'is ass Babe!"

Yeah, it didn't take long for you to wind up between the boys in the back of a cop car, Soda tilting your head this way and that with his cuffed hands, "Yeah- it'll bruise. Your gonna have a hell of a black eye, Babe."

"You know, that was all of assaulting a minor, right?" Dallas asked, leaning forward to the cop.

"Shut up Winston!"

"Your a real sorry excuse of a person you know! Bruisin' their pretty face like that!"

"I said shut up Winston!" He yelled.

Dally leaned back in his seat, looking over at you. You shook your head, "It's fine, Dal."

"It's not fine though," Soda insisted, "That prick's givin ya a black eye! And I can't even use my call to call Darry!"

"Why not?" You frowned.

"Gotta call outta work." He mumbled.

Dallas snorted, "I'll call Tim then."

"And when he refuses to pick us up, I'll call Darry." You offered.

"Yeah, and tell him how we got into this?" He scoffed, "Good luck."

"It was a dumbass idea." Soda agreed.

"Well it was better than doing nothing!" You argued.

Dallas laughed, "Plus you got to deck a cop."

Reluctantly, Soda nodded, "It was kinda hot."

"Shut up! All three of you!"

Needless to say when Darry came to pick you up from the station, he was less than thrilled.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

hii, i love your writing so much and the black!reader content u provide us cause god knows we need more of them.

i wanted ro ask u if u could do a story where chris meets the reader at some celebrity party and they become really close and they start to fall for eachother. Chris asks her to be his gf but then she becomes distant and they end up getting in an argument and she reveals that she cant date him because shes a stripper and people will probably talk shit about her work being with a celebrity as known as him.

thank u in advanced i love your stories💕

Honey

Summary: After telling Chris the truth, he wants to make things right.

Parings: Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: smut, strip club, lap dance, pole dancing, girl on top, fingering, swearing, daddy kink

(A/N: this has taken me for fucking ever and I have no clue why. I struggled, but it’s finally done. I’m so sorry Anon for how long it took. I also couldn’t settle on one single song because you all suggested such good ones so I left it ambiguous.)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @blackmissfrizzle @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @mariahthelioness29 @whiskey-cokenfanfic @olyvoyl @hqneyyincc @queenoftheworldisdead @iam-laiya @donutloverxo @slytherinandoutasgard @zaddychris @brattycherubwrites @love-more122 @ljstraightnochaser (wouldn’t let me tag you)

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Chris still couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d care. As if whatever anyone had to say about you would make him want to be with you any less. He doesn’t even know why he let you walk away that night. Or why he let you cry as you finally told him.

Since then he’d been going over everything that happened in his head. The way your eyes welled up as you finally told him the truth. The shock that ran through him because even though he knew how nasty you could be, you still kept up the facade of a sweet innocent girl so well. Which is what drove him crazy about you in the first place.

Except you’d taken that as rejection and he was too late to convince you otherwise. It didn’t stop him from constantly thinking that there was more that he could have done. Hopefully he wasn’t too late.

When you met at that party he was enchanted by you. By your voice. The way you wore your hair. Your beautiful smile. Like he’d met an angel in the flesh. He took you home that night where he couldn’t even wait until he was inside to fuck you, instead bending you over the hood of his car so he could give it to you right then and there.

Between all the fucking and pillow talk, he’d fallen for you. Somehow you’d become his first thought when he woke up and the last one before he fell asleep. He’d fallen for you quick and fast and was tired of the two of you just being fuck buddies. He’d thought you’d felt the same.

It didn’t matter because the truth had come out and you hadn’t talked to him since. He’d thought about texting you, but as corny as it was he needed to do something bigger. So that’s why he was in the audience watching you work that pole. As much as he hated that other men got to ogle you he was more focused on how beautiful you looked up there.

He chuckled because you would choose such a glittery outfit to do this in. Your makeup was all done up all bright and flashy in a way you didn’t usually care for. Your wig was this pastel pink. He was trying to ignore his anxiety telling him that everything could go wrong. Maybe it would, but he at least wanted to try.

“Is it possible to get a private dance from her?” He’d asked one of the bouncers, trying to use his Boston accent so it might not be as noticeable who he was.

“Who?” He asked making this face. “Honey? She doesn’t do lap dances. Something about a boyfriend.”

His heart sunk a little, but he had to do this. “What about for a little extra.” He flashed the money he had in his pocket.

He thought for a minute, before shrugging. “Go wait in room four.”

It took about ten minutes for you to walk in with a silk robe on. Still wearing that wig. He knew that look on your face. The one when you had an attitude. Suddenly he was thinking about that night you got a little snippy with him. He fucked it out of you by pinning you down and showing you who owned that pussy.

Fuck he needed you back.

“Look, I do-“ you stopped when you saw it was him. “Chris, what’re you- what’re you doing here?” You stuttered, your eyes widening.

He took a breath, shrugging his shoulders. “I wanted to talk.”

“You could have just called me,” you said.

“Yeah but I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said.

You crossed your arms and looked down at your feet. Trying to stop yourself from smiling. You hated how he turned you into a pile of goo. Especially when he was trying to be mad at you. “How’d you find me?”

“I have my ways,” he replied, standing up. He pulled you into his arms hugging you tightly because he didn’t care if you had an attitude.

As much as you hated to, you pulled away from him. It didn’t matter that you wanted to melt into his arm. “You can’t just come to my job, Chris.”

He sighed because although he was expecting that reaction, he was hoping it wouldn’t happen. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. “I know. I just... if I had called would you have answered?” He asked. “Because I’ve been trying to call you. Fuck, what do you want me to do, Y/N.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know! I just... look I’m scared, okay. Scared of what people might say if they see us together.”

“I don’t care what people have to say.”

“Because you won’t be the one dealing with it!” You suddenly started to feel all teary eyed. You bit your lip as they started to come down your face. “I’m going to be the one getting comments all over social media about what a slut I am. Or about what an awful person I am. Or how I don’t deserve you because you’re fucking perfect.”

He sighed. “And I’ll be there to support you through all of it. Baby, I would never let anyone hurt you. Or disrespect you.”

“It doesn’t matter. They still will.”

“Hey,” he said, hugging you again not caring as you tried to push him away. Instead this time he held you cradling you in his arms because if you were crying he was going to hold you. “Tell me you don’t want to be with me.”

“It’s not that, Chris, I’m just scared.” You finally gave in. Clinging to him. What was the point of fighting when you just wanted him more than anything anyway.

“Hey, Buddy,” the club owners voice broke through your moment, making you feel like you were going to jump out of your skin, “no touching the dancers.”

Chris retracted his arms. “Sorry. I slipped and he caught me,” you lied. “He was just making sure I was okay.”

Of course he didn’t believe that. Looking at you through narrowed eyes. “Someone heard yelling in the next room. Sounded like someone was upset.”

“No I’m fine. We were just talking,” you said hoping that it didn’t show that you’d been crying. “I promise.”

“Fine, but keep your hands to yourself in my club, Pal.”

As soon as he left Chris sat down, pulling you into his lap. “So what do we do. Ball is in your court,” he said.

“I wanna be with you. I’m just... scared.”

He sighed. “Okay, well we don’t have to tell anyone right away. I just know that I’m crazy for you, Y/N.”

You smiled. “Really?”

“Mhm.” He kissed the side of your head. “Totally and completely crazy.”

You put your head on his shoulder. “I missed you, too,” you confessed.

“Yeah? What about this boyfriend I heard about?”

You tilted your head. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah. The bouncer said you had a boyfriend so you didn’t give lapdances.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “That’s just what we tell them when we’re not in the mood.” He laughed kissing your forehead. “Or maybe I do have a boyfriend?”

“You want me to be your boyfriend?” He bit his lip. His heart was racing fast then.

“Maybe.” You smiled trying to play it off all I’m

“Maybe, but... I’m...” you pulled away from him only to cross your arms all self consciously again.

“Talk to me, Honey.”

You rolled your eyes. “You think you’re so funny.”

He chuckled. “I like it.” He grabbed your hand so you could sit with him. Making you perch on his lap. “Talk to me.” He pushed a piece of the pink wig out of your face.

“I’m still scared.”

“And, I’ll be there to beat up anyone who wants to talk shit.” Chris held you as close as he could needing to feel you against him. “So, do you like stripping?”

You shrugged. “It’s fun and it pays the bills.”

“Do you want to keep doing it?” He asked.

“I mean... maybe,” you replied. Sort of afraid to say the wrong thing. It’s not that you think Chris wasn’t pro sex work, but that didn’t mean he had to be okay with his girlfriend doing it.

“Baby, if you’re worried about money, I don’t mind helping out.”

“I know,” you said.

“And if this is something you want to do, I’m okay with that, too. I don’t care what anyone says.”

You smiled before kissing him. That had been all you needed to hear from him. Not that it would fix everything, but right now it was enough.

“Promise?”

“I swear on Dodger. So you know that means it’s pretty serious,” he replied. You chuckled and he kissed your lips this time. Craving you after spending way to long not being able to touch you. You were still tearing up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffled forcing a smile on your face. “So, I never gave you that lap dance.”

He chuckled. “Oh yeah. Baby, you don’t-“

You cut him off, putting your hand against his mouth. “I know I said I don’t give them, but I’ll make an exception for you.” You licked your lips, giving him this look that he’d recognized when you were trying to take his dick.

He glanced at the door first making sure no one could see them. Yeah it was just a lap dance, but he couldn’t promise that he would keep his hands to himself. You got up before leaning down to peck his lips.

“You can touch me however you want.” You started undoing your robe showing off the little costume you were wearing underneath.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he looked you up and down. As you removed the fabric that was keeping him from being able to see your full body. You turned around slowly giving him an eyeful of all that ass. He reached out to touch it.

“You like?” You asked all breathily, sitting back down on his lap with your back pressed towards his chest. You gyrated your hips feeling him get hard under you. His bulge pressing into your barely covered center.

He groaned into your ear. “Oh, I fucking love it.” He wrapped his arms around your his so tight. Helping you move. Making you mold into him a little deeper.

You bent your arm back so it was resting on the back of his head. He grabbed at your tits kissing your neck. As he pinched your nipple you let out a moan you didn’t hold in quick enough.

You put your hands on his thighs so you could brace yourself. Moving your hips in a circle so you were right on his dick. “Holy fuck,” he panted. You were driving him so crazy. He had to touch you. Had to feel how wet you were just for him.

He dipped his fingers into your panties. You were so wet he knew you were probably making a mess on his jeans. He didn’t give a fuck. All he wanted was to make you cum. He missed you to much to care if your pussy made a mess on him.

You had to cover your mouth this time because he’d started rubbing your clit. All soppy and wet. Your hips faltered especially as he lifted up your leg so his other hand could finger your pussy.

“Oh, my god.” You cried into your hands before falling back against him again. You uncovered yourself so you could kiss him instead. Pressing a hungry kiss to his mouth.

It was too much. Him doing both at the same time. You were trying to hold your moans in, but it was hard which is why his kiss just got deeper. Your cunt felt like it was weeping from what he was doing to you. It was way too much.

You were so damn tight. Like he’d dipped his fingers in velvet. While he rubbed your clit. You couldn’t hold your noises in, making you pull him away from him. He stared at you with a smile on his face because you looked so pretty all desperate. “You wanna cum for me?” He asked into your ear. “Wanna cum for Daddy?”

You whimpered, but still nodded because he was right you were so damn close. Hips still angled so you could feel his bulge underneath you. You needed it inside of you so bad.

You grabbed at his cock through his jeans. Needing to feel it in your hands. “You want this, huh. I could take you home and fuck you like a proper girl, but you want me to dick you down at work like a slut,” he said whispered in your ear, taking the hand that was rubbing your clit away so he could stuff his fingers in your mouth.

You moaned around them. Tasting yourself. Moaning as he found your g-spot while he still fingered you. You cried out as he made you cum all over his hand. Eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“That’s it, Baby. Make a mess for me. I want everyone to know when I leave who makes you cum.” He moved to your clit now rubbing it just the way you liked it was driving you crazy.

When your orgasm finally subsided, you got up so you could turn around in his lap. Now that you were facing him he kissed you hard. Grabbing at your ass.

You moved your hips. Looking down at the wet spot you’d left on jeans. “Oh, Daddy,” you whimpered. “You feel so good.”

“That’s it, Honey.”

You chuckled. “You think you’re so fucking funny.”

He laughed reaching between you so he could finally start to undo his pants. “What it’s cute.”

When you finally got to sink down on his dick, you cried out. You felt so full. Like he’d filled you to the brim.

You tossed your head back with your eyes screwed shut as he lifted you up and down his dick. It felt so damn good. You needed it so badly. Needed him to fill you up with his cum.

“You look at me when I fuck you,” he demanded. Grabbing a fistful of pink hair so you were forced to look at him. You opened your eyes so they could meet his. Biting your lip to keep for being too loud again. “This is my pussy don’t you ever forget it.”

“Yes, Daddy. It’s yours,” you breathed trying to not be too loud. “I don’t let anyone else touch me like you do.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “That’s my good fucking girl.” He groaned.

“You’re gonna make me cum again,” you cried because he was so damn thick.

“Cum for me,” he said into your ear making you tingle.

You buried your head into his shoulder as you did. With your pussy walls gripping him like that you couldn’t stop yourself as you started to milk him. Triggering his own orgasm as he captured your lips in another kiss.

“You two, out!” Your bosses voices almost made you jump out of your skin.

“No I’m okay!” You said. “He, um...” you tried to think of a lie. “Because he paid so much I...”

“I’m not running a brothel here.” He glared at you. “You get your shit and get out of my club. Honey, you’re fired.”

He was waited for you outside. Leaning against his Camero. You’d changed back into your sweats. He smiled seeing your normal hair. That bright makeup wiped off. Sad because he was actually really enjoying see you all overly sexed up. “Guess you don’t have to worry about dating a stripper anymore.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said before kissing you.

“It’s okay,” you replied with a shrug.

“Why don’t you come live with me? You won’t have to worry about rent. Or anything.” He chuckled.

“You wanna be my sugar daddy?” You laughed.

“No. I mean sure, but I wanna be your boyfriend. Do things like protect you and take care of you. Is that okay?”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You have to promise me something first,” you said.

“Anything,” he said, grabbing your hands so he could pull you to him.

“Just when the news hits over us, you’ll fight for me. Won’t let your crazy fans treat me to badly.”

He chuckled. “I will personally tell off every single one of them.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Want me to take you home?”

“Yeah I got picked up by one of the girls,” you said. “My place or yours?”

He chuckled. “Ours.” He smiled before kissing you softly.

[heewrlds]

the boy next door | an enhypen au series

pairing: non-idol!sunghoon x reader x non-idol!jake

genre: fluff, angst, wholesome series

plot: you and sunghoon have been best friends for as long as you could remember. he finally musters up the courage to confess his feelings to you, but when a cute boy from australia moves next door, things start to take a turn.

notes: this is a jakehoon love triangle series ! i wrote this long time ago but i’ve fixed it up ! let me know if you have any suggestions or thoughts through my asks !! bolded mean it’s through text btw !! also all members of enha will be featured one way or another !!

tags: @cha-raena​

i plan on updating every day btw !! if u want to be tagged then pls let me know !!

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you and jake walked through your front door to see sunghoon eating cupcakes in your kitchen.

your house was like a second home to him, your parents treated him like on of their own.

sunghoon heard the door open and to his surprise he saw you with another boy. he didn’t like that

“sunghoon! this is jake, he just moved today” you closed the door behind you.  “I was thinking that maybe he could join us tonight so you two can get to know each other.” you eagerly wanted the two boys to become friends.

“hey man, its nice to meet you.” jake reached for sunghoons hand.

sunghoons eyes met jakes fingers.

he didnt want to go out with you and jake.

he was going to ask you out tonight... alone.

nonetheless, sunghoon didnt want to be rude or make you upset.

“hey, its nice to meet you. im park sunghoon.” sunghoon shook jakes hand, awkwardly smiling.

“y/n, im sorry but is there a washroom i can use” jake asked

“right over there, jake” you pointed to the hallway beside your kitchen as jake hurriedly rushed to the washroom as he didnt want to leave you two waiting.

you looked over to make sure jake couldnt hear you.

“hoon, isnt he soooo cute?” you squealed.

sunghoons eyes widened. “yeah i guess so”

he just felt like his heart shattered in a million pieces. do you like jake? was he too slow? did he miss his chance? will you ever love him back?

“hey sunghoon, who are those flowers for?” sunghoon was hiding flowers behind his back.

“oh these? theyre for uhhhh... your mom,, yeah” sunghoon scratched his head.

they were really for you.

jake came back from the washroom.

“so lets get going” jake smiled wiping his hands on his pants.

“on second thought, its getting kind of late and i have practice tomorrow morning. i dont think i can go” sunghoon really really did not want to go with you two.

“aw okay hoon, well i guess its just you and me jakey” you turned to jake, giggling.

jakey?! did she just call him “jakey” sunghoon thought. he couldnt let you two be alone together.

“on second thought, i can go for a bit” sunghoon changed his mind

“yayy” you clapped your hands as you three head out the door.

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you three talked for about an hour.

sunghoon felt awkward. it was like he was interrupting something.

they just met today. stop overthinking sunghoon took a sip of his milkshake, he looked at you who was looking at jake who was telling some sort of story about his school life back in australia.

“excuse me, im going to go to the washroom” you said. leaving the two boys alone.

“soooo, jake how do you like it here so far” sunghoon tried to break the ice.

“it was hard at first, but y/n is super kind. theres nothing between you two right?” jake remembered what you said earlier that day, but he saw the way sunghoon looked at you, and he saw those flowers in sunghoons hands earlier. he wondered how you were so oblivious that a handsome guy like sunghoon had a crush on you.

“aha nooo, we’re just friends” sunghoon turned red.

jake knew sunghoon was lying. he wanted to help sunghoon but he was kind of interested in y/n. he only met you today but he really felt a connection.

“ah okay good to know. shes really cute and i wouldnt want to ruin anything. would it be okay if i maybe you know” jake smiled.

jake didnt have any ill intention, he just wanted to get to know y/n better plus he was a competitive person. 

“yeah of course aha” sunghoon looked down.

no no no no no he thought.

“thanks bro, i hope we can be friends” jake reached for sunghoons hand again.

sunghoon smiled back

“me too”

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later that night,,

sunghoon missed his chance and he knew it

he blew it. he may never get the chance to ask you out

he needed to move faster than jake.

he needed to get it together before jake could.

his phone rang

y/n: hey hoon,, are you okay? you were acting strange earlier

so y/n did notice.. he thought

sunghoon: im okay, ive just been tired. 

y/n: are u sure??? :0

sunghoon: yes i am sure. 

y/n: alright :)) anyways, what do you think of jake.. cute right ;) lol

sunghoon: yeah hes cool

y/n :/// you dont like huh... sunghoon dont be jealous 

sunghoon: why would i be jealous?

y/n: hoon, no one could ever replace you. youre my best friend. youre like a brother to me.

sunghoon: aw ok, ty gn y/n

y/n: hoon? you good?

y/n: sunghoon??

y/n: hello????

sunghoon dialed a number on his phone.

“jay, can you help me out.” sunghoon needed advice from his greatest pal. jay park.

“are you finally going to ask out y/n” 

“yes, i am”

“ALRIGHTTT! lets meet tomorrow at 12″

“sounds like a plan” 

sunghoon hung up the phone.

he sighed, laying on his bed.

hopefully he wasnt too late.

next. chapter 3>>>

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notes: if u enjoyed this then pls reblog and like this !! also let me know whos team you are and what you would want to happen next :)))

team jake

team sunghoon

[leejeongz]

nsfw a-z: PARK JIHOON (treasure)

requested: yes, by anon

🔅thanks for requesting sweetheart i hope u like it🔅

most of this is taken from conversations i’ve had with my good pal @multifandomwhxre there are probably thousands of direct quotes lol 🥺😳 if ur reading this, pls give her a follow ❤️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he gets quite soft. since he’s a hard dom, he wants to show you that even though you’re his little bitch, you’re also his little baby that he wants to cuddle forever. i think he’d like to talk about what happened and actually praise you in hopes of getting praised back.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes your eyes, he likes how they say everything. they tell him everything you’re too shy to say or everything you’re not allowed to say.

on him, he likes his arms (shocker ik). his physical strength gives him even more power over you, like being able to pin you down on the bed or up against a wall, maybe even hold you for a short while.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he LOVES to cum inside you but only when you agree to it. if you don’t, he’s more than happy to pull out and cum on your stomach and admire how pretty it looks. when he decides you’re just gonna suck his dick, he takes great care trying to get all of his cum into your mouth and making you swallow it while his hand holds up your chin, forcing you to look at him as you do so. sometimes it doesn’t always go as planned, getting it over your face, but he’d just be like “oh look at all this mess you just made” and then use his fingers to put in all into your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

all the pictures you send him get saved into an album and he uses them and them only to get off to, even some selfies are worthy of being put in the wank bank. he thinks porn is cheating and if he ever caught you watching it, he’d be pretty disappointed rather than turned on (even if u were just fwb), so that’s why he uses ur pics and his imagination.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows what he’s doing, alright. he’s had enough experience to know what he likes and that’s pretty much all that matters to him and all he lets on to you too. (he’s probably only had one sexual partner, but the way he acts makes you think he’s had more)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

butterfly (lying on the edge of the bed (or any surface) while he stands between your legs)

he loves being able to pull you closer to him by your legs, being able to reach deeper inside you and (maybe his favourite parts) being able to grab your tits and rub your clit with his thumb. there are no disadvantages of this position for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

very serious. might laugh AT you but that’s the only laughing to be heard.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

completely clean shaven. even the balls lol.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

not very romantic. at all. you’re still his and he doesn’t let you forget that. but you’re his cum slut or his dirty little whore in the moment. kisses are few and far between and mainly occur after he’s finished.

just wanna make a quick point- he’s not always gonna be hard dom jihoon who loves to tease and doesn’t care for ur wants. ofc he reserves some time for you two to actually be romantic, with little tickles and smooches. he can switch it up real quick depending on how YOU are feeling, it’s not about him all the time. i just chose to write this mainly about the other side of him since that is the most InTeREsTiNG and probably the most frequent kind of sex you’d have.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

only once a week. quite secretive about it when he’s acc doing it but doesn’t shy away from cracking jokes or even just generally talking about masturbation with anyone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

where do i even begin i think it would be easier to list kinks he doesn’t have… anyway:

degradation - in the moment, you’re his slut, his whore and your desires mean very little to him. he’s not going to stop when you ask him to stop (unless u say the safe word or seem genuinely uncomfortable), you ARE going to do what he tells you to do and when he tells you to do it and you are not going to do anything else.

bondage (kinda?)- handcuffs are his best friend, he likes having your hands where he can see them or where he can hold onto the chain/your wrists, behind your back is his favourite, but he never knows which he prefers, holding them or pulling your hair. even though he has handcuffs, sometimes he likes to spice it up and use a leather belt, he finds this hotter and it turns him on a lot more.

corruption - this can include taking your virginity or just “teaching” someone innocent (virgin or not) about sex. jihoon would love it if you kept asking questions and he could just show you. he’d love to see the sluttier side of you become more and more noticeable and apparent, knowing he did that to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s up for doing it anywhere but he’d rather do it in the comfort of his own home, in the bedroom.

he wouldn’t be opposed to doing it on someone else’s bed. i imagine he’d actually find it pretty funny to fuck you on someone else’s bed, let you both get it all dirty, then go and face the friend all innocently. the inside joke/secret could be used for teasing or just to bring you closer together.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

i mean making him jealous always makes him wanna show you who you really belong to but do you really wanna be risking the best fuck of your life like that. he could easily get rid of you if you even slightly overstep the boundaries.

it’s safer to just… act like a little brat. telling him you don’t wanna do something for him like getting him a drink gets him real mad and mad jihoon=turned on jihoon when it comes to you.

but also just the normal stuff. seeing you all dressed up nice makes him wanna cancel your plans for you. pressing yourself against him while spooning gives him an instant hard on (and you need to be punished for doing that to him). sometimes even just the way you look at him, maybe it reminds him of how you look up at him while sucking his dick.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

let you be the dom 😳 absolutely never not in a million years. some guys might like to watch you try, but he doesn’t even give you the chance. he likes it when you top, but he would never EVER let you be in control.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers to receive. likes to fuck your face and watch your mascara get ruined. wants you to take his whole dick, every last inch and will not be satisfied until you do.

when giving, he also likes to use his hands too. this man knows where the clit is i’m just saying. very rare that he eats you out (would rather use his fingers or toys during foreplay) and usually doesn’t last that long because it turns him on too much, he just wants to fuck you. when he does go down on you, it’s usually after he’s finished (doesn’t want to if he’s cum inside u tho).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

whatever makes you squirm and moan the most. starts slow but gets fast real quick. once you let out even a hint of pleasure, he’s gonna slow it right down again. the “hard and fast” approach doesn’t work for everyone and so he’d make it suit your needs.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

would rather be able to spend time making the experience better and dirtier than the last, however, if he wanted to fuck there and then, or if he wanted to be in your mouth right at that moment, and there’s nothing stopping him, he’ll just take you to the bathroom or smth and would just d o i t. (tease him for a fast pass to the bathroom)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he will do almost everything once, and most of the time will enjoy it and do it again. a light bit of bdsm and sensory deprivation (with a safe word of course) would be incorporated into what you pair would deem a normal round after just a few nights.

he’d also try anything you wanted to, he wouldn’t shy away from anything that you suggested, even if he thought he wouldn’t like it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can usually last for a while (a while in my opinion anyway idk what u think is a long time CoUgH cOUgh evie) maybe 20-30 minutes (including foreplay ofc) but he can only usually last one round a night. he’s more than happy to eat you out or put his hands to good use if you wanna cum again tho- one of the only times he’ll let you tell him what to do.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

uses toys to tease you. likes holding a vibrator to your clit and telling you not to cum until he says you can. it really turns him on to use them on you. but if he ever caught you using them on yourself without his permission… you’re in for one hell of a “talking to”.

would never use them on himself- he thinks giving you the power to use them on him, or even using them on himself, is too much power that he doesn’t have for himself if that makes sense.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

a whole bloody lot okay. he doesn’t care where you are or who you’re with, if he wants to tease you, he will. is the type to buy one of those toys that you can control on your phone and then laugh when you’re at point of orgasm in the middle of dinner. the reactions he gets from you might turn him on a little, and it’s always your fault if they do, you’re gonna pay for it.

he’s really REALLY unfair during sex too, although to him it’s very fair that you have to wait to be treated. as i mentioned before, he likes to steady the pace when you’re getting into it and he also likes slapping his dick on you to tease you before actually going in. just some of the many things he does to tease you and to treat you “as you deserve”

a lot of the teasing he does is for you though, don’t get me wrong. he knows this will make up you hungrier and you will cum harder and feel good so he doesn’t it all the more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

GROWLS

only so you can hear them, right next to your ear.

and also a lot of degradation, but volume isn’t something he cares about with that.

idk where to put this but i don’t think he’d be a fan of you being too loud, especially when there are other people in the house. if they were gonna hear anyone, he wants it to be him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“come here” jihoon orders as you shut the front door behind you.

you apprehensively approach the coach upon which he is sat, relaxed but noticeably hard.

“care to explain this” he shows you the text you sent him as you were on your way home reading “remember that cash you gave me to spend?” with a photo of your new ruby red lingerie set attached. “you knew what you were doing, didn’t you? maybe i shouldn’t even punish you for this, but i want to”

you swallowed audibly, knowing you were going to be punished, kind of excited about what’s to come.

“get here” he nodded towards his lap. you did as he requested, lying face down on his lap, and he immediately pulled your jeans down a little. he rubbed your ass a little before forcefully planting a harsh hand on it. the other hand held your wrists together behind your back, squeezing them until they became numb. you squealed a little which encouraged another smack. both cheeks soon became the same colour as your new lingerie, still jiggling as much as the first time even though you were tense.

“you want another?” he asked. you nodded without thinking, the stinging infesting your brain. “hmm interesting” he sat back for a moment, considering his next move while his hand rested on your back. you tried to get up… little did you know this was when the real punishment was going to begin.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

does it matter this guy can give you all the pleasure you need with whatever tools he’s got 👀

but i think he’s average tbh… maybe a lil bit longer and girthier (?) but nothing too large. one of the biggest in group. still enough to have you choking and gagging in the first 5 mins of a blowjob hahahahahah

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high 😳 and he’s not afraid to show it. 5 days a week is his ideal but he understands that too much of a good thing can make you bored of it so it’s usually probably just once or twice a week. expects some spontaneous head when ur not gonna acc have sex tho.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once he knows that you’re happy and that you’ve had a good time, he can fall asleep anytime (usually pretty quickly bc he’s tired from having a literal workout with you). if something seems off with you afterwards, he’d stay awake for hours thinking what he could have possibly done wrong, even though he knows you’d tell him if something was wrong.

[yanderart]

Took me a few extra days but... finished the yandere!hawks request I got a while ago. Requested by the lovely @the-grimm-writer, whose stories I recommend wholeheartedly. Hope u like it, dear !

Open the ~read more~ for a little drabble (hawks x reader, 911 words) that I wrote to give some context to the backstory behind the piece 🖤

The shackles snapped shut around your ankles, forcing you to slump against the arms of your jailer and submit to the overeagerness of his grip. But inwardly, the only thought in your mind had been a simple, concise one.

This is my fault, you lamented as his claws gripped your jaw, making you look up into warm pools of liquid gold. The fixation in them burnt you, almost as dangerous as the feathers tickling your arms in a taunting dare.

A dare to move away, to cry out, or do anything really that might excuse some swift retribution. An open ended challenge, just so the smile stretching his lips could finally reach his eyes as the predator in him rejoiced.

Hawks had always liked a challenge, you were told several times by several different people —only you had been mistaken into thinking they were referring to his job as a pro hero, to the thrill of taking down criminals and villains of all walks of life.

Nonetheless, you would soon find out just what type of hunt he most appreciated. What started as just another day staying over at your boyfriend’s place, but this time resulted in you waking up in the morning to the chilling reality of unlocked doors now sealed and password protected, things you remembered leaving at your own apartment now carefully tucked away in boxes pilling up around the bed.

  You were alone, the dread building up as you ran across the penthouse, a scared little mouse still refusing to believe in the beast your boyfriend turned out to be.

And the faint reminder of a conversation shared a few days ago resurfacing almost as if on cue, of how you had laughed at his premature preposition to move in with him (who even moved in together after barely two months of dating?, you remembered saying to an increasingly perturbed Hawks).

He had then implied you were too busy working to spend more time with him, as if his own career didn't keep him away much more than yours ever could. And Hawks implied a lot of other things in that argument, actually, his eyes somber and his eyebrows set in a frown so uncharacteristically bitter. 

Yet as you two parted ways that night, "agreeing to disagree", you were sure that the awkward argument was just another necessary milestone to reach between new lovers. All couples argued, and your boyfriend had been so sweet and apologetic afterwards that you had been naive enough to lower your guard, to forget about the implications behind that one discussion and just dare to move on...

Once again, you really had nobody to blame but yourself, did you?

When he got back later that night, all of your complaints and wails had fallen into deaf ears. Because see, he never quite got over your first argument; if anything, your refusal had sparked in him the type of challenge a villain refusing to go down did. 

Perhaps he was already nursing an obsession beforehand, but your stubborness to comply had been the one to lit up the flame, to fire up a slightly worrying infatuation into a shining pile of delusion.

His usually sweet kisses now weighted you down as he silenced your pleas with his mouth, now accompanied by the added metallic aftertaste of your own blood dripping down parted lips, Hawk’s tongue proceding to lap it all up before his honeyed whispers attempted to calm down your sobs.

As the days slowly passed, your body began to stand out as a testament of the sick desires buried deep inside the man you once trusted. Bruises that bloomed on your hips, purple handprints across the span of your breasts. Scratches on your back, although it was hard to pinpoint which were from his nails and which from his crimson wings.

"The thrill of the hunt is indeed enjoyable", your boyfriend had admitted once when you inquired about the type of joy he found on his job. His hand had been a reassuring weight in yours then, a comfort which you never expected to turn dangerous, "but the best part is afterwards. Once you win, once you can finally stop worrying about the fight and get to bask in the afterglow of victory."

And so blinding his smile had been then, so compelling in his devotion. In retrospective, you really had been a victim of your own hubris. So greedy you were for him, that the beast peaking behind his handsome features had you trapped from the start.

It was your fault and nobody else's, truly. You who were naive enough not to think of your relationship as just another battle to be won in his eyes, his partner yet another object to conquer and force into submission. You who dared reject a man whose life you had already unwittingly surrendered to.

His lips crashed against yours in the present, snapping you out of your clouded laments, and by now you were smart enough not to hesitate before responding.

The shackles made it difficult to move at all, but the affectionate curve of the lips now going down your neck was almost just reassuring enough to make you forget that small fact.

How bright your jailer shined down on you, and like Icarus to the flames it was only a matter before you succumbed.

But, hey, maybe if you were a good girl the shackles wouldn't need to be a permanent fixture.

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And special thanks to my bestest of pals @reinawritesbnha​ for encouraging me so much, helping me with anatomy AND giving me feedback on my writing. You’re the mvp 😤👑

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[murderousginger]

You Don’t Want A Nice Man

Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: Sass. Alcohol. They’re criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 2,452

Note: This is for @blinder-secrets prompt. It was too hard not to make an entire fic. She sent: could i request some Michael angst with “Don't you ever do that again” and “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” love u. I hope this makes you bark. I’m not sorry. Not one bit.

"Stop being so childish about this," he scoffed. 

Your fork that had been pushing your food around your plate during the entire conversation froze as your head shot up to look at the man in front of you. 

"You don't want a scene, Michael?" You dangerously chirped.

His blue eyes were cold and steady as his jaw ticked. You smirked as his eyes widened for a split second. The tables around you hushed and other guests glanced furtively in your direction. You dropped your fork onto your half-eaten plate with a loud clang. 

"You expected me to be docile," you sneered as you pushed back from the table, "that you could take me to a nice dinner and tell me--"

"(Y/N)--"

"I don't want anything serious--" you mocked his voice.

"(Y/N), darling--"

"And I'd fold like a deck of cards. Like I'd be happy being with the decadence of the snow and the nights out--"

"Hush your voice," he demanded as he glared at you and threw his napkin onto the table. "You're making a scene."

"You're telling me I'm just a good time for now and not worthy enough to date the great Michael Gray," you pouted angrily as you crossed your arms. 

You seethed and shook with anger. A child. He sighed and ran his tongue along his teeth. 

"Look," he said as he leaned forward and stretched his hand out, gesturing for your hand. When you didn't move, he sat back up in his chair. 

"We're young," his jaw worked as if he chewed on his words, "I'd hate to tie you down with false promises of a ring if all we're doing is a bit of fun."

"A bit of fun," you hissed as your eyebrows shot up and your mouth went slack. "You've no problem tying me down the past month."

"(Y/N)," he sighed again as he rolled his eyes.

"No," you stood and gathered your things, refusing to meet his eyes. "I'd hate to tie you down with this dinner. Goodnight, Michael."

You quickly walked away, clutching your purse to you as you walked to the front and asked the host to call you a car. The host dipped his head and murmured his platitudes before he left to the back to make the call. 

You shuffled in place, fighting yourself if you should look behind you or not. Curiosity got the better of you and you quickly looked up at the table you left to see Michael watching you intently. His elbow rested on the table, a lit cigarette held between his fingers as he stared you down. Smoke lazily left his lips to be inhaled through his nose. 

He had a way of looking down on people, on making them feel small. He was looking at you like that now. Like you were no longer worth his time. You shivered. 

"Ma'am," the host said as he touched your elbow. "There is a car for you outside, let me walk you."

"Thank you, sir," you answered softly, allowing him to turn you toward the door and lead you away. 

----

It had been nearly two weeks since the dinner and you had hidden yourself away, refusing to go out in fear of seeing him. 

You had met in your favorite club, and although London wasn't small, you had your favorites and he knew almost all of them. The few weeks you had seen each other had been filled with you showing him your favorite hidden gems, and Michael taking you to places he thought would astound you. His every choice was more extravagant than the next. 

The drugs, the alcohol, the places; they were all a blur of long nights of laughter and Michael's warm hands roaming your body. You hadn't cared where he took you, or the dresses he brought you before dinner -- always  wrapped neatly in a box with a bow tied around it, under the crook of his arm -- his warm smile that cleared away the cobwebs of the passive brooding look he always seemed to have. 

You thought it meant something. Obviously you were wrong. No matter, it was time to move on. 

There was a man who had been interested in you for ages but you had always smiled and brushed off. He was nice enough but you were always more interested in someone else. You finally agreed to have dinner and drinks with him tonight. 

Henry was everything Michael was not. When Michael was quiet, Henry was loud. Michael was a businessman that enjoyed nice places. Henry was a worker with rough hands that snagged your dress when he guided you through your favorite club to your seat at an empty table. 

"Nice place," Henry yelled as his dark eyes bounced around the loud room and all its inhabitants. 

He took a chair and moved it beside yours as he dropped into it beside you like a bag of potatoes, his big arm circling your chair as he leaned in to talk over the music. 

"What can I get you darlin'?" He asked. "Gin?"

"Whiskey, neat," you smiled as his eyes widened. 

"Yes ma'am," he whistled before he waved a waitress over. 

Talking with Henry was easy. There were no games and the conversations were always very plain. You could breathe without feeling like one move would give him the upper hand. It was nice but not exactly thrilling. 

He was a comfort, a relaxing night reading a book by a fireplace. Michael was a roaring bonfire in the pitch black, the way his eyes flickered through the calm expression masked on his face, only revealing the tics of real emotion he felt as the mask slipped. He still haunted you. You still wanted him.

After a few drinks, you relaxed. Henry leaned you into his side as you both watched the stage as the band roared a tune. You felt restless, sitting as the room grew raucous, so you twisted and grabbed his arm that rested around your back. 

"Dance with me," you laughed and pulled him to his feet as he protested. 

You pouted and he relented, both going into the middle of the dance floor. The room felt hot as you both danced together in the pit of bodies writhing to the music. Your laugh carried as you pressed against him, his rough hands along your hips. You continued through two, three, four songs. 

The band finally relented and played a slower tune. Henry pulled you close as he panted, sweat appearing along his temple from trying to keep up. 

"Excuse me," a deep voice broke your trance. "May I cut in?"

Your head shot up to see Michael, his un-calloused hand reaching for your elbow, a smirk on his face. Henry's face was twisted into a scowl as he looked at the pin-stripe suit beside him. Your face slacked in surprise. 

"We're in the middle of a date, pal," Henry protested, smacking Michael's hand out of the air before he could touch you. 

"What does (Y/N) have to say?" Michael said as he looked at you, completely ignoring Henry. 

"Do you know this guy, (Y/N)?" Henry asked as his eyes danced between you both. 

You pressed your lips together, frozen in place between these two men in the middle of the dance floor. Henry's face was confusion and anger, sputtering and growing red on his ears and neck. Michael was perfectly collected, his gaze on you steady as if he already knew your answer but required you to say it so Henry would know, too. Amusement glimmered in his eyes as your breath caught in your throat. 

"Henry, give us a minute alone, yeah?" You said, a tight smile spreading across your face as you looked between the men. "Get me a drink and I'll be right over."

Both men froze at your words, confusion etched across their brows before Michael's face returned to a smirk and he reached out for you again, gently prying you from Henry's grip. You let him swing you away from your date, his hands placed firmer than Henry's on your back, but your dress not catching under his grip. His other hand laced his fingers with yours and he pulled you in as your date stomped toward the bar, his face red with embarrassment and anger. 

"You looked bored," Michael said flatly as he looked through you to the other dancers. "Thought I could interject."

"Henry is a perfectly nice man," you spat. 

"But you don't want a nice man."

Your eyes widened at his candor as he looked coolly at you. It wasn't a suggestion or a question. You opened your mouth to object but only choked on the air.

"You were angry at dinner," he said as his grip tightened on your waist and his eyes wandered away again. "I'll forgive the scene this once."

You tensed as if he slapped you as his words ran you cold. 

"Excuse me?" You said through gritted teeth. 

"You're forgiven this once," he said as he spun you before he pulled you close again. "I don't like scenes."

His hand let go of yours and found your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek idly before his fingers squeezed the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. You were pliant, shock and adrenaline coursing through you. And lust. His tongue easily parted your lips and you were dazed; the softest moan echoed into his mouth. 

He pulled back and chuckled darkly as he kept his forehead to yours, one eyebrow cocked as the pad of his thumb pressed against your lips. 

"THAT'S MY DATE" Henry roared as he pushed through the dancefloor with his arm cranked back. 

Henry pushed you away roughly and slammed his fist into Michael's face. You screamed and stumbled back a few steps and the men hit the ground together. The crowd swallowed you as they circled the fight, pushing you away as both men yelled over the music. You hit a table and fell backward onto the floor as more people rushed forward. You scrambled onto your feet, hand to your mouth, and ran to the bathrooms. 

Fear jolted your body as you slammed the bathroom door behind you and sat on the floor as your heart raced. You didn't know what to do or what was even happening. You cradled your head in your hands and brought your knees up, pressing your forehead into them as you erupted into tears at the violence you just witnessed. Henry's brutality absolutely rocked you. You feared him, and for him. You had never seen Michael angry, but something in your gut told you that you never wanted to. 

You couldn't trust either of these men, you realized immediately. You had to get away. 

You clambered to your feet and tried to take a breath to pull yourself together. You looked yourself over in the mirror and expertly cleared the tears from your face without disrupting your makeup before you pulled at the door and walked back outside. 

The music had stopped and the room was loud with people talking over each other as you ran for the door. You refused to look, afraid to catch the eye of either men. Instead, you took the nearest available car outside of the club and asked the driver to take you to a little hole-in-the-wall bar neither knew about in hopes a drink and a calm atmosphere would hide you away long enough to calm your nerves. 

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A few hours later, and late into the night, you decided to finally make your way home. When you walked through your door, you froze when a shadow loomed larger than usual near the dining room table. You sighed as you realized who it was.

“Are you hurt?” you bit your lip as you shut the door and watched him lean forward in the chair from the dark shadows in the dining area.

“No.”

He placed a cigarette between his lips and struck a match. The flame illuminated the cuts and bruises along his face as the cherry glowed and he inhaled the tobacco. 

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Michael's eyes roamed freely down your silhouette as he exhaled.

"Your friend Henry packed a punch," he said as he stood from the shadow and walked toward you in his rumpled suit. "But I won in the end."

Your eyebrow raised. 

"He's alive," Michael said as he brought the cigarette to his lips for another pull. "I doubt he'll answer your calls."

"Are you going to fight every man that looks at me?" 

You tensed, stamping down the urge to touch his bruised, cut up face. He stepped directly in front of you and your back hit the door behind you. He blew the smoke into your face as he pulled the cigarette away.

"No," he said. "Just the ones that touch you."

He placed a hand near your head on the door and leaned in to you as you stilled under him. 

"You were the one that said it was a bit of fun," your voice wavered as you stood in his shadow. You hated yourself a little for it. 

"I did," he brought the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled the smoke, idly watching you tremble in the silence as you waited. "I said I wasn't ready to tie down, not that you could date other men."

The edge in his tone sent you to shivers but the anger that bubbled in your chest won out. 

"If I'm not tied down you have no say, Mr. Gray," you challenged as you raised your chin in defiance. 

He left the cigarette in the corner of his mouth as his free hand rested firmly on your collar bone. His fingers traced it before he lightly squeezed the base of your throat. He leaned closer, softly rubbing his nose on yours.

"Mister," he rumbled. "I like that."

He pushed off of the wall and pulled the cigarette from his mouth. He dabbed it out on your door as he pressed closer, practically on top of you. The hand on your throat pressed up until he was holding your face, his thumb pushing your lips apart. His blue eyes danced between his thumb on your lips and your wide eyes. 

"Your heart is pounding," he growled. "But not from fear. You want to be a good girl. I can feel it."

You let out the smallest squeak as he brushed his lips across yours and traced his tongue along your bottom lip. He was right. God, was he right. 

“Don't you ever do that again.”

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[goosedawn]

i've never listened to Friends At The Table (though it's on my list now, dnd campaigns podcast wooo!) what would the storyline of the crossover entail? with the HermitCraft characters i'm guessing it's chaotic and interesting 😊

:0!!!! :DDD!!!!!!! if u end up giving it a shot i hope u enjoy it! they dont actually play dnd, they play a bunch of other tabletop games which are all really neat also! (also if u need a suggestion for where to start if/when u get to it, feel free to drop me an ask)

the story follows the typical structure of "group is sent off to do tasks for money, and eventually realise something bigger is going on" so i am largely following the plot in that way, where groups of adventurers are sent out to investigate a series of towers that appear to have some connection to the gods of the world. ajhsjjejhfhjef most of my thoughts about the au are more character based,, so instead of a proper plot summary i can give details and thoughts on where some of the hermits fit into everything so far (while. trying to avoid the big twists revealed in the podcast ig,,?) i also ended up including some sleepybees (sbi + beeduo) in the au but im still not 100% sure on where they fit in (as in i have too many ideas djhdkndnj)

ANYWAY uhhhh some spoilers for the universe im basing this off of, under the cut cos it got long :'D

context/setting:

the specific arc/universe that this au is set in is the one from Seasons in Hieron (SiH) which is their fantasy season! (its. its long,, this arc spans i think. 3 seasons? plus a short interlude season)

the setting was previously a traditional fantasy world that had some sort of great catastrophe (the Erasure) happen, and the current world is after people have rebuilt a new society! its described as "post-fantasy, post-post-apocalyptic" its very fun and subversive and afhdjfbj the worldbuilding is just. real good :>

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characters:

im still figuring out where different hermits fit into the au but i am basically taking aspects of various characters from the podcast and splitting roles and traits to hermits, so its all mixed up! also,, there are just. so many hermits,, i have not found places for all of them (not even most of them i dont think) but here is what i have so far:

impulse and zedaph work in the New Archives (a series of huge warehouse-like archives run by the orcs of this world!) impulse is an orc, zed is not! impulse works to retrieve artifacts for the archive, and zed,, hes just kinda there. learning and experimenting with pattern magic (a type of magic done by arranging and rearranging things in specific configurations, often they are obscure and weird things like "27 brown birds in a tree, 5 table legs, 500 buttons, 16 steps to the east" etc.) when the story finds them they are studying a fallen tower in the center of the Mark of the Erasure (a location still showing the effect of the great cataclysm that befell the world)

tango vaguely takes the role of Ephraim, prince of something or rather,,, idk man hes cool and has fire powers, very anime. his powers were a gift from the gods, and he goes on to hv close relations w them! he meets up with impulse and zed later on and become fast friends obviously

joe is an expert in pattern magic, and is on the run from the archives after having stolen a pretty nondescript notebook. its a nice notebook! hes just a human guy. he writes and recites poetry in order to do pattern magic using the notebook!

cleo hails from the city of *Nacre*, where people get multiple chances at life. people from there can get killed but will exist on as zombies, then if they are killed again, they exist as ghosts, and then they pass away fully. she is an undead pirate captain that joe somehow manages to sway over to their side ahjbhfbjf,, she is hunting down the lost prince/king of Nacre.

wels is a pala-din (pal-ah-deen, rather than paladin), a sort of living marble statue that serves one of the gods in the pantheon.

scar is ofc, a wizard! it. it should be noted that wizards dont really exist in this world, people who perform and study magic are mages, not wizards,, "wizard" is kind of a weird term to use sjbdbjhfjjhb scar takes place of The Great Fantasmo in the podcast, and similarly has an invisible assistant! he doesnt seem to remember much of his past...

cubfan works in Velas, a fishing town where the story "begins" he does not enjoy talking to scar, and seems to be sad whenever hes around. perhaps scar reminds him of someone, or perhaps of better times...

tfc hes a priest aagsuijdjhkdgjdkihwhjvd i swear theres a reason for this later,, the role of the npc alyosha is somewhat split between tfc and cub!

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others i have thoughts on but im not settled on yet:

im debating having xisuma as part of the pantheon, but if not, he would be a druid so he can shapeshift into animals sjbakjnsnfjb he would take the general role of Fero in the story, but would also be kind of split with evil x, who captures... a certain stubbornness and deepset frustration Fero has in later times.

etho could take the place of Samol, the first god to exist. he is the embodiment of this world, and is kind of isolated and strange wbhshjhbdbhjdjbdkjn,, strange /pos. hes also. kind of dissapearing though... i wonder why :)

while theoratically i could have xisuma as samol cos. yknow. admin. i think the vibes and role just fit etho better

and... if i had etho as samol i think it could be fun to have doc and bdubs as other members of the pantheon, if u go with their dynamic from the start of s7 they even fit the divorced couple vibe two of the gods have /lh /hj (nho pantheon pog..? maybe. theres a total of 5 deities in the pantheon tho...)

im leaning toward either false + stress or maybe gem + pearl pairs for two of the goddesses in the pantheon, but thatd probably depend on if i can find a better place for them ;P

techno and phil take the role of red jack, and techno is a Huge Oni Dude >:] in canon red jack has a cool horse!!! it fits!! hes also. heavily implied to be kinda immortal?? anyway. im torn on this because techno and phil ALSO fit the roles of some of the player characters, with relation to the missing prince/king of Nacre but im still working things out,,

no matter whats up with them, ranboo takes the role of bluejay, redjacks son, meeting up with tubbo and tommy who take the place of benjamin, the son of one of the player characters. tubbo and tommy kind of. get sent to another dimension to keep them safe,,? and live in a lie for many years before they are brought back.

when i first thought about this au, i also thought about the whole. sending child off into fake dimension to live life, and of course. i thought about. grumbot ofc and originally planned to have mumbo or grian take the place of that player character abhdfvnbrvbn but it also implies one or both of them would be paladins (not pala-din! just the normal religious knight) AND have connections to tubbo and tommy which is. funny but ehhhh idk.

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and that. maybe probably somewhat incoherent train of thought is what i have for the au so far! its. still very much a work in progress so thank you if you stuck through all that!! ive still got a lot to think abt in the au,,,, lots to figure out ;P hopefully i can iron it out a bit more in the future, but its fun to think about for the time being

[boys-from-santacarla]

so i've never seen any fic or really anything for dwayne + paul so like maybe that idk--

Notes: Thank you so much for your request. 💛 And sorry if I made you wait too long. I have never read anything like this either, but I hope you like it. It was fun writing it tbh, so feel free to write a positive or negative feedback.

Warnings: Homophobia, homophobic language, cursing, a bit of explicitness in an attempt to lead to sex.

The Moralist (Dwayne x Paul)

Word Count: 1563.

The fourth night at stakeout waiting at the boardwalk was going just as usual; with David waiting at the corner for Star and Laddie to hopefully come back with a third individual, and Paul and Marko playing a stupid game to win a stuffed animal, with Dwayne as a keen spectator next to them.

When the game was over, both players started fighting.

"You cheating bitch! Everyone saw I was winning until you step on my foot!" Paul yelled.

"Maybe I did, but you started it by pushing me every five seconds!" Marko snapped back. Paul half-closed his eyes in anger and began to yell again when Dwayne got between the two.

"Ok, we get it. You both assholes are losers that need to cheat to win something." He laughed and the blondes protested with a loud "hey". He rolled his eyes and said "Move on."

Paul pointed a finger towards Marko and warned "You gon' pay, buddy." Marko gave him the finger and started walking backwards to play some more while showing off his brand new item.

"Hey, man, c'mon. Let's get a drink or something." Dwayne suggested still laughing.

After getting a tasteless six for the evening, both moved to a calmer side at the end of the boardwalk to sit down at some stairs. After all, when Michael appeared they'd hear David's bike.

"Dave's really into this guy." Dwayne said after taking the first sip of his beer.

Paul giggled "Who would've known his weakness were young and closeted curly brunettes."

Dwayne hummed his agreement. "I mean, he's kinda cute." He said and giggled, earning a funny look from his company.

"Don't tell me you have the hots for him too" Paul pleaded incredulous.

Dwayne shook his head "Nah, it's just..." He stopped for a moment to think about it. Michael was dumb, that was for sure, but he had this exciting... aura around him. And he was good looking too.

"I don't know" He finally stated and shrugged. "He's cute. That's all."

"Oh, Lord..." Paul shook his head in disappointment "We got us another fairy vamp."

Dwayne punched his shoulder. "You're such a homophobe. As if you and Marko didn't looked like fags." He teased and took another sip.

"Hey, man! He's the one who seems to like to get annoying just for me to be all over him!" Paul defended himself and was about to get another sip too when he processed Dwayne's whole saying "And I'm no homophobe!" He declared offended.

Dwayne gave him a skeptical look "You know..." he shrugged "they say all homophobes are closeted gays, so..." He unfinished the sentence suggestively.

Paul rolled his eyes and continued advocating his reputation. "I'm as liberal as the next guy. I could even kiss a guy and don't give any fucks." Dwayne almost spitted his drink with that last one.

"Yeah, sure." He murmured.

"I'm serious!"

Dwayne raised his head unconvinced "I don't think so. Your ego's far too sensible for that."

"It is not." Paul snorted.

That made Dwayne wonder, ok, so macho drama queen was liberal and respectful? Why not test the veracity of this?

"Fine. Then kiss me."

Paul turned to look at him disbelieving "I'm a lot of man for you, sweetheart." He said with smugness, but there was a slight quiver in his voice to denote his awkwardness.

Dwayne laughed "I knew it."

"Just because I won't kiss you doesn't mean I'm a damn homophobe. It's just that you're not my type."

"Because I'm a man." Dwayne persisted.

"No, because you're disgusting and ugly." Paul corrected.

But maybe it wasn't a bad idea.

Maybe it would be good to prove Dwayne, the big moralistic guru, that no sloppy kiss could hurt his masculinity. Cause that was the truth, wasn't it?

Paul sighed "You know what? Fine." He decided.

Dwayne shoot up his eyebrows.

Paul smirked "Come here and have a taste." He sensually invited and loudly smacked his lips.

Dwayne remained still for a moment, shocked that Paul was actually up for it. The hotshot couldn't let anyone patronize him, uh.

"Ok." He simply accepted and moved to accommodate his legs with Paul to get closer with each other.

Making eye contact, Dwayne, still a little unsure, put his big hand on Paul's waist while Paul placed with a bit of extra force his palm on Dwayne's cheek.

Then they brought their faces together and left nothing between their lips but an inch apart. So close that each could notice the other's dusty but fresh masculine scent.

"I still don't think you can handle this, bud" Paul whispered, lightly brushing his lips with Dwayne's with the movement.

Dwayne smirked with arrogance "Quitting?"

The blonde gave his negative with a low sound and moved his head to a side to fit his marginally parted lips with Dwayne's.

Both were taking this as a dare to press the other past his limits and make him step back, to leave clear who was the homophobe here. So why think of this wrong? It was just a kiss to prove who had the best manners. No more.

They stayed still for a moment, like a pair of kids having their first kiss. Not moving, just innocently touching lips. But none would step back and give up.

So, if a simple smash of lips was something both could stand, then they would have to take it farther. And it felt surprisingly easy.

Both moved their lips to taste better the other's flavor, and Paul moved his palm from Dwayne's cheek to his nape, slowly, caressing his soft skin, and feeling the light brush of his strands between his fingers. All this while Dwayne moved his hand from his friend's waist to his lower back, intently pressing them closer together and feeling Paul muscles flexing.

The kiss got sensual when feeling silly both opened their mouths and crashed together their tongues. The stubble definitely felt weird, both thought, and even though the hair could help imagine it was a girl, they could not forget it was a pal whom their were kissing.

But that didn't stopped them. Telling themselves it was because it was their job to make the other uncomfortable, they didn't broke the kiss. Just continued to move in a hot syntony sharing saliva.

So the sudden jolt Dwayne felt was justifiable, just as Paul's low moan was too.

It got rapidly heated. Both moving with more confidence, as if already knowing how to move in harmony with the contrary. Their lips began making smacking noises when one decided to venture and nibble a little.

Panting, their hands wandered more and traveled exposed spots of skin and leather.

Paul placed his free hand on his friend's thigh, caressing it while still moving his exploring tongue inside Dwayne's mouth. The hand on his back sent a cold chill on his spine and he felt his cock twitch. Dwayne's response was to moan a little and keep one hand on the wooden stairs to press Paul harder against him.

Lost in the track of time, the dare got out of control and they were both half-hard.

And both felt good.

Fuck, both felt good.

Paul's conscious abruptly came into play and he jumped as if burned, breaking the kiss in cold. Dwayne stayed in position until he reopened and focused his dark eyes on the blonde's. His puzzled expression was enough for him to react too.

In unison their heads turned to the side, trying to hide their dark red faces.

Dwayne cleared his throat "Uhm... that was... That was..."

Paul hesitantly wiped his mouth with the back of his wobbly hand, then glanced at Dwayne still looking anywhere else but at him and repeated his previous action, now with deliberated disgust.

"Repugnant. Nauseating. Ugh, I wanna puke." He stuck out his tongue.

Dwayne agreed "You're such a lousy kisser, man." He copied Paul's action and pretended to clean his lips.

There was an uncomfortable silence while they tried to recover and regain their prides. Dwayne was about to say something when unexpectedly Marko appeared from behind calling them. They turned their heads.

"Hey, guys! Michael's here. Let's go." He seemed oblivious, so he walked back to where he came from and didn't gave them a chance to respond.

Turning back at each other, they wanted to utter something, but just made eye contact, saying... what? "Don't worry, it was good, but I'm not telling, not even myself cause that makes me gay. Thanks for making my dick twitch, tho"?

Dwayne jumped to his feet.

"Well, now it's a fact that you're a homophobe." He teased, in an attempt to dissolve his odd feeling, but it didn't work. "So, I'll, uh, I'll get going, bro." He adjusted his jeans, climbed the stairs and resumed his natural cocky strut as casually as he could.

"Yeah." Was all Paul could say, almost inaudible. But that didn't matter.

He adjusted his pants too and got up.

Yeah, he liked kissing Dwayne, so what? It got a little out of hand and provoked a natural sexual response, right? He wasn't attracted or anything, right? He knew the guy was hot, but everyone with eyes could acknowledge that. It was no big deal. Cause he wasn't a fag.

Paul wasn't a fag.

He wasn't.

Damn.