#the smoke drives me so crazy i love it sm sm sm

[inkdrinkerworld]

hi fawn! i've recently started smoking [bad ik, but just occasionally] and i had a thought about sirius finding the reader smoking and what his reaction would be to it! especially if the reader hates smelling like smoke and has to go shower/change their clothes directly after smoking hehe, thanks sm <3

"I thought I'd find you here," Sirius finds you at the back of your house, tending to your garden with a cigarette hanging from your mouth.

It's a new habit that had been a long time coming- you're an easily stressed individual but smoking had been a thing only for nights out. Now, you'd smoked three cigarettes over three weeks when you were sober but stressed.

"Sorry about the smoke," you say around the cigarette, blowing the smoke out with the wind away from Sirius.

Your boyfriend plucks the half smoked cigarette from your lips and slots it between his own. "Hard day?" Sirius can tell it has been besides the smoke- you're weeding and your knees are all smudged up.

"Yeah, everyone was just assholes." you take the cigarette back, take a drag and offer it to Sirius who declines. You rub the lit end into the wood of your grow box and stuff the butt in your garden overalls.

Sirius smiles, "Does that mean we're having steak for dinner or soup?" with the winter months coming in, you'd been more obsessed with soups than usual. Sirius doesn't mind, he's a master at soup making.

"Oh wanton soup, please Siri." You press a kiss to his cheek. "Can I love on you after I change? The smell is driving me crazy."

Sirius laughs then, turning your face back to him and stealing three kisses in quick succession. "You're so strange poppet," you know what he means and you tend to agree.

You're not sure how you developed the habit where it made you smell like something you hated, but it had grown and now you were smoking a single cigarette a week and showering after every single smoke.

"And yet you love me." Sirius nods, grey eyes a clear sky.

"I do indeed," he slots his fingers between your own. "Let's go have a soak, angel girl and then I'll start on the soup."

[matchadobo]

I absolutely love how you write kidd sm!!! Can i request a scenario where kid and killer are cuddling with us? Appreciate it ^_^

KIDD & KILLER; cuddles

wc: 1453

warning/s: very sfw <3, gn reader

it happened one evening when it was awfully cold. the victoria had no choice to be docked by a wintry island given the exhaustion of supplies. you couldn't sleep because of the weather and the warmth of your skimpy blanket and sheer sheets were not enough to keep you warm.

the clock had already struck midnight and you felt restless. so you pulled yourself up from your bunk and dawdled at the kitchen, shivering. you intend to make yourself something hot, maybe reheat some soup or make tea.

stirring up some leftover soup from dinner on the stove, the heat of the forming smoke soothed you. you felt a rush of weariness in your system at the contact of warmth; you really are sleepy, it's just too cold. so it led to you almost falling asleep standing. if it weren't for kidd turning off the stove as his arm snaked beside you.

"is it that cold you'd wanna burn yourself?" kidd cleared his throat, reaching for a bowl from the cupboard above your head and placing it by the counter beside the stove. "it's done. if you plan on not burning the damn soup that is."

"sorry. why are you still awake?" you rubbed your eyes, pouring the soup on the bowl.

"could ask ya the same thing," he replied. kidd was garbed with his thick fur coat blanketing his huge frame. "smelled somethin' good 's why."

"i'm... it's too cold. i assumed this'll warm me up." you carried your bowl and sat by the chair surrounding the dining table. kidd was heating up a drink, probably some milk.

you started sipping on the soup before kidd stood beside the seat across from you, chugging on some milk. "that ain't enough to keep you warm."

"either i sleep somewhere warmer or eat something warm to keep myself from freezing to death. got no choice here, captain." you shrugged as you continue to fill your system with the warm soup.

"that ain't gonna cut it. don't want my crew members gettin' sick or some shit." he placed his empty glass down and leaned forward.

"what do you suggest me do then?" you answered a bit harshly this time, the weariness was driving you crazy and irritated.

"sleep with me. got a fireplace." he eyed you intently, his gaze inviting you into something that drove you even crazier than the momentary slips of his coat where his chiseled torso peaks.

"w-what?"

"you heard me. unless you wanna freeze your ass up, be my guest." he picked up his glass and placed it in the sink. "no time gettin' shy now. hurry up before i change my mind."

as the only shot of getting a shred of comfort, you took upon his offer after finishing your soup.

it isn't your first time being in his quarters, he invites you here all the time. to drink or do whatever you two do.

it smelled like the same metallic cologne he always wear, it was his usual dimly lit room painted in his favorites of red and black, his sizable bed was placed by the center of his room where his gargantuan frame would be perfect for, and the already lit fireplace that settled by the corner of his room.

you hummed a moan of relief upon entering, it already feels warm and its scent was comforting. the crackling of the fire can be heard even from the doorway. you sat before the fireplace, on his soft, raven bear rug. you hugged your knees and rubbed your hands haphazardly. shivering from the cold outside.

"the hell are you doing down there? bed's got a lotta space. " kidd shimmied from the middle to the side of the bed to make space for you. his fur coat was finally off and his body was full on display.

you looked behind you with cautious eyes. "if you try anything, eustass. i swear to god." you picked yourself up from the floor and dusted off your bottom.

"hey, i ain't the one needin' the damn fire." he raised his hands in surrender. "let's just wait and see who'll snuggle up for warmth as the night gets colder." his voice was coated with a cocky tone as your bodies finally touch.

he was really warm. aside from the fire in his room, his body temperature due to his large size was significantly higher than yours. he was the perfect, huggable body warmer.

little by little, your arms linked and your legs intertwined. it didn't take long for you to get tangled on his limbs and approach slumber.

until the door cracked ajar to reveal killer, who was embarrassed to have walked in. he raised his hands in defense and cleared his throat.

"sorry, didn't mean to barge in you two. just checking on you, kidd." killer started, trying to maintain a professional front even in your sleepy state. "it's awfully cold so... but it seems you're holding up well."

"what took ya so long, kil? been waitin' since an hour ago." kidd let go of you gently to face his best friend and to be able to talk clearly with him, a little to gentle for a pirate such as himself. you weren't used to it, not that you didn't like it.

"got ready for bed. dry off my hair and such." you could hear the chuckle behind the muffle of his helmet despite your back facing him. "y'all got room for one more or am i interrupting?"

"don't think shortcake over here has protests. matter of fact, they could use another source of warmth. poor thing's been shiverin', ain't ya?" his voice was soft against your skin, breath warm on your arm. kidd's loose arm held onto you closer but not firm enough to jolt you awake. he looked over his shoulder ar your sleepy state, admiring how peaceful you look as you drift off to sleep.

the door shut behind killer and he shortly crawled into kidd's bed. surprisingly enough, it fit these two big guys and even you in it just fine. there's even more space left.

as they cocooned you in between, snores started emanating from your slightly ajar lips. it wasn't long until you were deep in sleep and they started becoming drowsy too.

maybe it was the smell of your hair or the sight of your face. or the needy grip on their strong arms as you refuse to let go of them even in your sleep that helped them rest in this cold night. their guard was completely down and they relish on the warmth of one another.

shortly after, morning came.

"guys...! kil...! kidd...! i need to pee." you tried wiggling out of their strong grip, but their echoing snores were proof enough that they won't budge.

but killer was the first one to wake up and hear your protests. he moved over and even helped you escape kidd's grip who was still deep in sleep.

killer waited for you by sitting at the edge of the bed so you can crawl back without any struggle. he had his eyes shut and his luscious, blond hair disheveled. a clear sign of his sound slumber yet he still managed to sit up and wait for you so you won't have a hard time.

"thanks, kil. would've peed myself on the bed if it weren't for you." you laughed a little, nudging the blond. he waved his hand a bit and smiled at you as a response, although his eyes were half-lidded so you decided to hurry up and crawl back to where you were so you two could go back to sleep. it's still pretty early.

kidd was now in a starfish position, you ought to lay on his arm and snuggle close to him to make space for killer who later had a firm embrace on you.

"did you sleep well?" killer broke out, his low, hoarse voice tickling your ear.

you nodded and smiled, "i hope i wasn't much of a bother here."

"ah don't say that. it's not everyday you get to have cuddles like this." killer responded with a chuckle, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

"yeah, maybe we can change that. let's make it an everyday thing, hm?" you looked over to see killer's expression and giggled at how he blushed and hid his face under his hair.

and a comfortable silence blanketed the air of kidd's quarters. but for now, the three of you slept soundly in the four corners of this dimly lit room. the fire was already long dead, but the embers of the unsaid longings still remain strong amidst the warmth of your arms.

part 2 🔞 is fem reader coded (still welcome for whoever wants to read ����)

hello anon!! 🌷thanks for the kid & killer request i'm starting to enjoy writing for poly now whahahaha hope i did your request justice!

that was a long ass absence again huh ASJDAHDHDASJ very sorry a lot happened,a lot of personal stuff just came crashing in (ahem graduation ahem college next) and just when you thought it could get any worse i got fucking sick!! ain't that fun! but i'm recovering now and i hope it doesn't get worse

[stvrdrops]

Hiii!! First of all, you have such well written fics i love all your works sm 😖💗! Can you do a sick shuri thats too stubborn to get out of her lab so the reader have to drag her out? Thank you so much 💗💗💗

thank you so much for the compliment!! and omg i love this concept so much, ofcccc. here it is (*^▽^*) 💕

no germs in the lab ☆ | shuri x fem!reader

dragging a sick shuri out of her lab proves to be a difficult task, even for her girlfriend.

warnings : mention of playful hitting

word count : 1k+

as a local teacher in the city, you had to spend at least eight hours away from shuri on the weekdays. of course, today was a thursday which meant the last time you had seen your girlfriend was quite some time ago. in fact, the last time you had seen her was in the morning before leaving off for school. she had not been happy about you leaving so early, but she also wasn’t happy about one other thing.

“you are bringing home germs from those children.” shuri said while sniffling and pulling her blanket tighter around herself. you only laughed as you grabbed your coffee from the counter. shuri wasn’t wrong. a couple of kids in your class had been out sick but due to you being sick over a million times you were hardly affected by their snotty noses anymore.

“there are medicine herbs in the cabinet, my love. have some of those and i’m sure you’ll feel much better.” you focused on pouring in the cream and sugars into your coffee. her hands fall wrap around your hips which catches you by surprise a little. she pulls you into her and begins kissing on your neck.

“you need to quit work and just stay with me all day. this way i won’t get sick and you can get pleasured all day long.”

you giggle at her words, which she’s said to you every time she gets sick. “shuri, you couldn’t find the time to pleasure me all day even if you wanted to. whatever time i spend at school you double it in the lab!”

shuri frowns at this response, even though it’s true. you escape from her germ ridden hands and turn to face her. she’s using her infamous puppy dog eyes that drive you crazy.

“speaking of the lab,” you continue, “you are not allowed to step foot in there today!”

shuri’s eyes go wide, “what?! i have work that needs to be done! besides, the other scientists need me for help around the lab.”

“yeah, and you don’t need to be getting those poor people sick. you need to be staying home and sleeping or drinking soup. definitely not slaving away and making yourself feel even worse.”

“ugh fine. i won’t go.”

“you promise?” you looked up at her through your eyebrows.

“i promise.”

it was safe to say that shuri did not hold true to her promise. okoye had let you know that shuri was holed up in the lab against your wishes. it made you a little angry to know your girlfriend promised you something only to break it later on. however, you knew just how dedicated shuri was to her work and asking her to quit the lab for the day was like asking someone hooked on cigs to quit smoking for a month. a terrible comparison, but she was truly addicted to her work.

you stormed down the halls towards the lab doors with a frown on your face. your tote bag containing all your school books and notebooks swayed against your leg as you walked violently.

“griot, open the lab door please and do not alert shuri of my arrival.” you grunt out to the robot that shuri had created.

“of course, y/n.”

you watch as the large doors slide open from down the hall. the pace you’re traveling at picks up as soon as you see shuri sitting off to the side working on one of her many projects. that same blanket from earlier was snuggled around her, letting you know that she very obviously hadn’t been feeling any better than earlier.

“shuri!” you yelled out to her when you stormed into the lab. her head never lifted from the piece of metal she was tinkering at. she was far too busy screwing something in.

“shuri!” you yelled out to her again, only this time you were close enough to smack her playfully in the side with your bag of books. she immediately jumps up and takes out one of her earbuds.

“you scared me!” she screamed out, her accent being thicker than usual.

“good!” you hit her again with the bag and she sticks her hands out.

“baby, please! stop with all that!”

“you broke your promise to me shuri. what did i tell you about being in the lab while sick?”

“to not be in it…” she murmured out, lowering her head in shame. you sucked on your teeth at her as you put your bag back around your shoulder.

“exactly. now c’mon. you need to go home and get some rest.” you begin to pull on her arm but she stays firm in place.

“nooo,” she whines, “i need to finish this! i’m almost done.”

“shuri, you are not finishing that tonight. you are going back home with me and you’re going to eat some soup, take some herbs, and then go to sleep.” you say while pulling on her even harder.

“will you at least give me a kiss on the forehead before bed?”

“maybe if you quit whining.” you say with a frown remaining on your face. in your mind you already know you’re gonna give her a kiss despite how mad you are at her.

“fineee.” she finally stands and wraps her arm around your waist. you let her do so as you realize it’s for her to keep her balance. she walks much better with you towards the lab door when she holds onto you. you can’t help yourself as you feel her forehead. her skin is on fire and you feel awful for her.

“you shouldn’t have left the house.”

“i know.” she says with a sad tone. “i’m sorry.”

“i know you are.”

“are you mad at me?” she can’t help but ask. the realization that she broke her promise is hitting her now. she’d hate for you to be mad at her.

“a little.”

“i appreciate the honesty.”

“i may be mad, but i still love you more than anything. i’d much rather be the one dragging you out of that lab than anyone else.” you smile at her, easing her nerves about you being upset. she smiles back at you.

“i love you too.” she whispers while kissing your hand. “does this mean i get that forehead kiss then?”

you laugh and hit her again playfully. she will get that kiss, but she doesn’t need to know that yet.

[whimsylace]

Dallas hc’s please!!

DALLY WINSTON HEADCANONS

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hi anonn! thank you so much 4 the ask !!! i love dal sm, hes so me frfr🙏🙏i hope you enjoy !!! ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ < 3 also i was listening to deftones while writing this and i think dally’s just so deftones. does that make sense

hasn’t washed his jacket in so long. it reeks of cigs, cheap alcohol and some weird perfume (which was most likely sylvias.)

had a mother-son bond with mrs. curtis . she would always patch him up and worry about him and god, did that boys mommy issues go CRAZY

was homeless for a while in ny, and being a 12 year old kid straight out of jail didn’t make matters any better.

was the one who taught johnny how to smoke.

he switches between sleeping at bucks and the curtises every night . (the shepard place is a last resort)

still, curly and angela probably see dally at their home more often than they see their mother ☠️

always talks about new york.

misses it, sometimes .

is pale year-round, the sun doesn’t have nun on him🗣️🗣️✊✊

the sound of thunder reminds him of the constant gunshots he’d hear in ny, which is why he despises it.

even though buck has a habit of kicking him out, dal still has his own room there, and it’s an absolute mess. angsty teenager type of mess. buck has to force him to clean it up because there’s no way in hell he’s doing it.

he hates little kids, the ones who always complain and whine.

i’ve seen people say “oh if he hates kids then why does he hang out with the youngest ppl in the gang” and it’s like.,,. how do u know that. because they went to the drive in theatre together and hung out for one single day?? 🤨🤨

but. let’s say that he does only hang out with them, i’d say its because they don’t complain. like pony and johnny are both silent so he likes hanging out w kids that can shuddup!!

he hates bugs. especially spiders and mosquitos. he’ll step on ants and beetles and runs away from spiders

he would force himself to drink black coffee to look cool but he wouldn’t be able to drink it.

the soc he stole his ring from was bob, i dont remember if that was ever implied but whatever🙏

darry is his older brotjer figure . fight me

and lastly, he’s not str8.

thank you for listening to my pep talk follow for more🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

[hanasnx]

Spanish-speaking/romance-speaking Ani drives me coo-coo crazy. Love songs in spanish tend to be very viceral or straight up threatening/violent. Your interpretation of Ani has always reminded me of a song: Amor completo by Mon Laferte. I roughly translated some lyrics.

«Soothe me, drown me, crush me/

disassemble me, eat me, smoke me

Uneasy(Restless) love/

Drugged love/

Complete(Full) love»

i am absolutely here for "visceral, straight up threatening/violent" love songs. that is absolutely anakin. "your interpretation of ani has always reminded me of a song" ok so we're kissing, i absolutely loved that. for me, sharing songs in any capacity is a love language. i love music, i listen to it constantly, my music app is always open on my phone, i have a million playlists all with a specific vibe.

i'm listening to the song you recommended rn and im enjoying it. thank you for translating! as i read out your translation, the song reached that part, and i read along listening to the spanish version of those lyrics. it was perfect :) this means a lot to me, and i can totally see the connection between this song and anakin. it's very him, and his vibe, and how he approaches love. how he needs it to be all-consuming and unapologetic, and spread past traditional love expectations.

i loved this sm anon :) thank you

[rans-baby]

highschool staff!bonten x milf teacher!reader

tw // nsfw, ruler play????

they all saw you walk into the school building one day in that tight little pencil skirt and found you were a teacher there

they decided that maybe it was time to give back to the youth, really teach them the important things in life ♡

quickly picked up that your favorite outfits consisted of tight pencil skirts and personally kaku and rin's favorite, sundresses

you introduced yourself to them and told them to let you know if they had any questions, and they made sure to take advantage of that

"where was the bathroom again?" "do you have extra markers?" "i locked myself out do you think you can help me?"

love dropping shit and asking you to pick it up to stare at your ass

mikey would have your son in his class and always asks if you and his dad were still together (not that it'd make a difference to him)

ran was the first to make a move though, trapping you in between classes

"can't stop thinking about that ass pretty girl, give me one taste. promise i won't tell anyone"

told literally everyone

that's when the competition starts

they all love smacking your ass whenever the opportunity arises and will have weekly tallies

haruchiyo loves to play the role of the innocent bunny but will be the one to do the nastiest shit with the sweetest smile on his face

"but i just love this ruler so much, think it'd look so good in that pretty pussy no? do it for me♡"

rindou is obsessed with you in sundresses, loves the easy access it gives him and loves how flustered you get when he flips up your skirt

"you were trying to drive me crazy all day weren't you?"

manjiro loves when you cockwarm him in the classroom where anyone can walk in

"stop squirmin' baby, i can't grade like this or do you want your son to fail?"

takeomi gets so hard when he has you in his lap

particularly loves when you inhale the smoke from his mouth and start coughing with tears in your eyes

"aw daddy can make you feel better, just gotta bend over for me baby"

kokonoi will buy you the prettiest jewelry, his favorite? that diamond encrusted choker with a small k on it

"gotta keep my tight little throat warm when i'm not around to put my hands on it"

will take the liberty of shopping for you, and will progressively buy you skimpier clothing but your sweet koko is just thinking of you, so of course you wear it!

kakucho is another one that prefers when you wear sundresses

thinks it makes you look so pretty and likes when you turn around to greet him with that pretty smile, dress fluttering around you

"so pretty in this dress princess, wanna see that pretty smile every morning" he's so sweet i love him so much

kakucho wins almost every week because he knows how much you like being his good girl and will go out of his way to leave his handprints on your ass to make it clear that he won

another shoutout to @megumi-divine for giving me this idea i love u sm adri ♡

[sublimecatgalaxy]

heyy, how are you? can i ask a fic with eddie where yn goes to a party without him, cause its not really his scene (his words) and when its over yn just misses him sm and cant wait to be wrapped around his arms🥰

ps: you are amazing i love all of your writings♥️

Love this. Thank you for your kind words!!

"You're such a messy drunk." Eddie whispers with a laugh, cupping my cheeks as he angles my chin upwards, his eyes flickering past me to look over at Robin behind me. "Thanks for getting her home safe." I tuck myself into Eddie's chest, loving the feeling of him so close to me, wanting nothing more than to just stay here forever.

My head spins like crazy from the alcohol running through my veins, my whole body feeling as if it's floating.

"All she talked about was missing you. She could barely even dance without saying how much she wants you." Robin explains and I groan in embarrassment, hating how quickly she shoves me under the bus. I throw her a dirty look over my shoulder and she giggles, waving to me as she slips in her car and drives away moments later.

"C'mon, sweetheart." Eddie whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead before tugging me into his trailer. I stumble in his grasp, loving the feeling of his arm wrapped around my waist. "You have fun?" He asks, leaning me against the counter and keeping half an eye on me as he grabs me a glass of water.

" I guess, but," I pause, reaching up to wipe my eyes and I quickly hear Eddie protest, knowing that my makeup with smear, "I just missed you too much- could barely focus."

"Oh but you could focus enough to get shit-faced." He snorts, watching me with fond eyes as I suck down the glass of water, wiping my lips messily with the sleeve of my sweater.

"I know how much you like it when I'm clingy." Immediately tossing my arms around his neck, he huffs in surprise, but immediately reaches around me to settle me. "Bed." I whisper, letting him scoop me up into his arms as my legs immediately wrap around his neck.

"Alright, tipsy-tina, give me a second here." He hoists me up with a groan, his arms wrapping around my thighs. He presses a sweet kiss to my temple and my eyes flutter shut, eyelids too heavy for me to keep open. "Lets get you to bed."

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[waka-chan-out]

Hi! I was wondering (if you do headcanons) if you have any Inarazaki smut headcanons? Pls I love them sm

NSFW inarizaki headcanons

oh, i absolutely do headcanons. thank you for the message!

unfortunately i haven’t read the manga so i don’t know all of inarizaki’s players, but i’ll do the boys i feel comfortable with

post-timeskip, obviously

includes: miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintori

content warning: mentions of edging, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, hair pulling, a bit of somnophilia, hickies, semi-public sex, handcuffs, oral, weed. nothing too crazy.

miya atsumu

- We’ve seen how this man acts on and off the court. He’s so into dirty talk it’s not even funny.

- I feel like he likes being praised but is certainly not opposed to a little degradation if it feels right in the moment. He’ll definitely be doing a combination of both to you, calling you his “pretty little whore” and the like.

- He loves getting his hair pulled. Like, groaning against you as he eats you out and you yank on his hair until you genuinely start to worry, loves it.

- You are his favorite alarm clock. Please give this man head to wake him up. He will never be the same.

- He’s a biter, folks. Prepare to have hickies all over, all the time.

- Quickies are his favorite thing on the planet. One time he had two games in a day and rushed out during the break saying it was a family emergency. Really he just drove home, fucked you, and made it back in time to play.

- You can absolutely get Atsumu to sub for you, but it’ll take some extra effort. We all know he’s such a brat. What does it? Overstim. He comes hard in your hand and you keep going and he nearly blacks out, begging you to stop but refusing to use your safe word. It’s the first time you’ve seen Atsumu run his mouth that much without something to say.

miya osamu

- We’ve seen how he serves. All I can say is: edging. This man will lay on his side next to you or have you between his legs with your back leaning against his chest and gets you to the brink over and over until you’re squirming and begging him to get it over with.

- He’s a little lazy, but in the best way. He doesn’t exert his energy when he doesn’t need to, so he loves when you ride him. When you don’t, he’ll lean his head against yours or pull you close to him from behind and never take his hand off of your clit.

- Not really into sexting, but one time when you were away for a while he called you and just asked you to talk to him. Didn’t take long for you to figure out he was getting off just listening to you speak. He will deny it until he dies but you’ll never forget it.

- Very patient so begging doesn’t work on him. If you’re in the mood and he’s not he’ll just ignore you or say “no” and wait for you to move on. But the secret weapon you discover accidentally . . . if you suck on his fingers he will collapse. It doesn’t show so much on his face the first couple of times, but his breathing falters just a bit and he tries to look away, face bright red. It ends with you caged underneath him every time. Do not attempt unless you intend to wake a beast.

- I might be the only one, but I don’t think Osamu would hook up inside Onigiri Miya. Too many health code violations. However, when he’s in the back office counting the register? You’re free to get down on your knees and relieve him after the stressful day. He’s also definitely asked an employee to take over for a bit just to pull you out to his car and rail you. Yes, it was dark, but there were people coming and going from the parking lot. Your knees were wobbling by the time he was done with you and it put a big smile on his face as he held the door for you on your way back in.

shinsuke kita

- I love this man.

- Kita feels a bit more submissive to me, but when he’s in charge he’s extremely particular with every move he makes. He knows exactly how to touch you to get the reaction he wants. Be patient and let him work and you’ll come unraveled in his arms

- Won’t ever ask you for favors, so often times gets pretty pent up. He just needs you to lay him down and tell him you’re going to take care of him. He doesn’t want to depend on you to calm him down in that way, but something about getting head relaxes his whole body for a week, so he’ll never turn you down.

- Favorite position is missionary. This man kisses you through the whole thing.

- After your first hookup, he was laying next to you, eyes blown wide, face flushed, hair messy, breathing heavily. He turned over on his side with a smile and asked if you wanted to meet his grandmother. You laughed at him but he was dead serious. He was so infatuated with you that all he could think about was introducing you to all of his family and friends.

- You brought out handcuffs once and he blushed every time he looked at them. Once you actually put them on him he was so good and listened to everything you said. He was breathing heavy and had pink cheeks for an hour after but he tells you all the time about how much he really enjoyed “that time we used those things on my wrist” and how “we should really do that again sometime.”

- Surprises himself with how much he likes giving up control. Doesn’t think he’s terribly kinky but you pull his hair a few times and call him a good boy and he absolutely melts. He’ll do anything for you if you tell him he’s doing a good job.

- This man doesn’t really moan. He whimpers. He’s all yours and makes that abundantly clear. It takes a lot of trust for him to act like this with anyone, but fuck it, he loves you. He’d do anything just for you to grab his jaw and tell him what to do one more time.

rintaro suna

-  Definitely starts out as friends with benefits with anyone. Likes to have a level of trust with a hookup but not a level of commitment.

- He absolutely smokes and is touchy feely when he does so. He’s called you at 3 am for hookups on multiple occasions. Also, shotgunning.

- Makes the prettiest faces when you give him head. He doesn’t know you’re watching because he has his eyes closed, but with his face screwed up and brows furrowed, you don’t think he could possibly look better. Especially when he covers his mouth to stifle a sound that comes out as a groan, he just looks so desperate and fucked. He thinks you’re just being nice for offering it so often, but really you just can’t get enough of him.

- Likes taking naps with you. More specifically, likes waking you up from naps with a gentle finger and a flick of his tongue. You always stretch as you begin to stir, grinding your hips up into him in a way that drives him crazy. Your breathing starts slow and heavy but quickly turns into gasps. He savors every moment of it, obsessed with the way you squirm when he wraps his arms around your thighs and gives you nowhere to run.

- Similar to how he feels about Kita, he doesn’t like how put together you seem to be, even in the bedroom. It’s like you’re holding something back. So, one night, he focuses entirely on you. He uses his hands and mouth and himself and even a toy to get you reeling, shaking and whimpering with tears plastering your cheeks. That’s the view he’s been waiting for. He can’t stop himself until you’re so fucked out that you can’t open your eyes or mutter anything but his name. He realizes he’s in deep when his first instinct is to wrap around you, brushing your hair off your face lazily and kissing your forehead.

[spikesbimbo]

Pretty Please

Req: may i offer the concept of - spike and his babies first time, when he took her v1rginity 🥺 sorta like a prequel type thing to your last spike fic? thank you sm for all your work bb!!

Pairing: Dilf Daddy Spike Spiegel x Reader

Tags: virg1n!reader , hurt/comfort, squirting, oral sex

wc: 2.9k

a/n: i love u anon, tks for making my dreams come true < 3

18+ Minors dni

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“You okay doll?”

You nodded slightly, somewhat lying as you felt an ache in your core after he pulled you into his lap. Watching tv as his hand rested on your upper thigh, his thick fingers subliminally working there way up, higher and higher.

Adjusting yourself multiple times, feeling his length grow bigger with each movement, embarrassment rising to your face as you rested your head in his shoulder. Your legs still draped over his, calfs resting on the couch. 

He was ignoring the feeling too, not wanting to get his sweet angel worked up and scared of him after unsurprisingly finding out you've never done ‘it’ in your words, the day you two got a little more intimate.

His cock growing harder at the thought of you telling him you’ve never been touched, or even touched yourself before. Internally feeling pain knowing that his baby has never felt a high from cumming, wanting to bring you there.

As your little hands gripped onto the suit that was layed on his chest, your innocent doe eyes looked up at him batting your eyelashes.

Yes you had a crush on him, he was tall, handsome, always took care of you, and he was older. The peek of gray coming through his hair, his big arms lightly wrapped around you, his deep warm voice that soothes you to sleep. It’s safe to say that you were in love with him.

Ever since he snatched you up that day almost a year ago, he’s taken care of you. Wondering why you were different, knowing he usually didn’t favor women, after hearing him and Jet talk about them. And if he did he only kept them around for a night, ‘litteraly’  kicking them out the next morning.

It shouldn’t make you heart flutter as much as it does, knowing you were special. But it was obvious at this point, always holding you hand went you two went out, him saying “it’s because I don’t want you to get lost”, to you asking to sleep with him at night, immediately opening his arms for you to crawl in.

You felt him move you hips, feeling you panties get wetter. Shuffling around trying to get the thoughts out of your head, thinking about how you tried to do what he did last night. 

All alone in the shower as you ran your hands up your body. You fingers lathering soap on yourself as you pinky hit your breast, letting out a moan at the feeling. Thinking about how you were moaning out his name like a mantra as he kissed down your body, paying special attention to every nook and cranny, loving how worked up you got just from putting his lips on your nipples.

Your hands moved to your lower region, stopping at your clit like he did, heat rising as at the thought of him sucking on sucking on it. Sliding his fingers in and out, mumbling “you’re so wet for me baby”

But your fingers weren’t enough, nor could you do it right. Not knowing how to do anything yourself as he always did it for you. Trying to imitate the pattern he was working in, rubbing your fingers in a slight circle, even shoving your finger in only fitting one in, not succeeding in the slightest.

Leading to you crying, sobs muted by the water falling down, wanting to do something by yourself for once. Not wanting to rely on him even though you loved it, loved the feeling of his callused hands on you, but you felt burdensome if anything.

Knowing how he always came home tired and stressed, wanting to take care of him by taking care of yourself. Not realizing that they went hand in hand. Your pretty moans and pretty face twisting and turning were the only thing keeping him going.

He felt your wetness growing on him, leaving a patch behind. Remembering how tight you were even though he ate you out for hours trying to get them to fit in. Wanting to feel your walls around  his cock, not his fingers.

“You sure you ok baby?” He asked waiting for you to nod, to lie to him again. His hand gripping tighter around your thigh, one of his hands moving towards your waist “Cause I don’t think you are.”

“WelI, i was thinking…. about you.” The throbbing between your legs suddenly grows harder to ignore, almost painful. You cross your legs to try to make it go away because it feels weird. 

“Of course, what else would be going through that pretty brain doll?.” His smoky breath meeting yours as he inched closer to your face, knowing where this was going .“what about me, hmm?”

“Um… I-I want to make you feel good, too.” You muttered out, placing your hands on his neck as you turned his head towards yours, gleaming hopefully eyes hoping he would feel appreciated.

“Teach me how to touch you.”  You pouted, placing your palms on his crotch, fingers gently grabbing it through his pants. “wanna to make you feel good too.”  The throbbing in your core growing harder to ignore, faintly hurting as his knee was bouncing you on him. Trying to close your legs to try distract yourself, but your legs were locked with his, not letting you go in the slightest.

“You wet?” He groaned feeling your soaked panties bleed through his pants. His hand moving towards his cock, grabbing it to calm him down and he couldn't keep his eyes off you know. You don’t answer as you feel his gaze upon you, your confidence fading quickly as you decide to show him want you want though actions, placing your hands on his growing erection along with his. “Fuck, I--”

You look so endearing clinging onto him, batting your lashes as you wait for him to tell you what to do, just wanting to be his good girl. “You wanna make me feel good, make me happy?” He repeated, running his hands up to your lower back after stopping at your ass. 

“God angel, you’re driving me crazy” he said pulling you face to face with him now, straddling his big thighs as you couldn’t help but grind on them. Just being with him made you feel so much better.

“I was thinking bout... how good you treat me, I wanna do the same to you. I feel like I can't do anything...” His hand raises your sinking face, forcing your teary eyes to meet his soft gaze as you echoed. “I wanna treat you good, make you feel good too.” 

“You even know how?” He says waiting for you to shake your head no. 

“You gotta teach me”

“Fuck-. Alright baby c'mere.” he said standing up, holding your tiny hand in his as you followed him into the bedroom, the red and yellow tinted artificial lighting being much more soothing than out there.

You were on your knees, ignoring how the carpet burned against them as you saw his cock up close for the first time. The last time you saw it was when he ‘taught’ you how to touch yourself, being in awe that it was that big, now in your head thinking that every man was as big as him.

He went along with it after you said you couldn't do it alone because you only got off to him. He ignored the fact that it made his heart race in a way it's never before, cumming the fastest he's ever done since he was a teen, thanking god you were inexperienced.  

He grabbed your jaw gently, cheeks squished in-between his hand as tried his hardest to not just fuck your sweet little face. “Like this baby.” he said, after his thumb opened your mouth, bringing your lips to his tip. Catching on and kissing it, using your tongue like you he told you. Only staying at the head , too scared to take anymore, 

“God damn..”  he groaned, his hand being wrapped around the back of your neck. Slightly pushing your head down to which you gag, immediately pulling back, the string of drool still connecting you two. “You gonna be my good girl?” 

He took a hold of his cock, stroking it a few times before putting its attention back on you. “Open up” he said as you did what you were told as he slapped his fat cock onto your tongue hanging out of your mouth, precum and spit dripping off onto your chest. 

“You gotta use your hands, kiss and lick it.”

“okay” you muttered out, already doing it. Kissing open mouthed on the sides, stroking the vein under it while making it as sloppy as could be. Tongue flicking back and forth on the slit at the top, his moans acting as a guide, letting you know what he really liked.

You seal your mouth around his head again, barely fitting it in your mouth gazing up at Spike, seeing his face flustered as yours. He looks pleased, letting out a small grunt. "Pretty girl," he husks, fingers stroking your jaw. You thriving at the attention and praise, loving the way his voice was when he talked to you, just you.

"Keep sucking on it, and don’t use your teeth sweetheart.” he encouraged, wondering why this was a natural talent for you. You eventually closed your eyes after they were watering too much and sucked. It didn't feel as good as you thought it would, but the thought of making him cum gets you antsy, doing your best to accomplish your mission.

 He gives another low moan, while you do the same in response. Loving the idea that you're getting him off instead of himself. His cock barely halfway in while our too lost in thought sucking him dry when you suddenly smell the comforting scent of smoke flowing through the air, relaxing your throat more.

You're drawn off of his cock, held gently by the throat, need racing through your head, chills running down your back. A moan leaves your mouth as his jaw quivers, your breath gasping . His knees shift into a better position, guiding you back to his length. "Fuck. you like it now, don't you baby?" he puffed out, his eyes as hazy as yours. "Taking my cock so well, baby. Swallow like a good girl, okay?”

He slapped it against your cheek again, your drool flicked there along with your lips. You nodded as you took him in between your lips again, pushing teasingly. He takes it into his own hands and starts fucking your mouth. Not letting you catch a break, chasing his high. Snapping his hips in quickly, gagging through it, tears falling onto your cheeks from the pressure. 

Spit drooling down your chin, while his fingers dig into the back of your head, knees burning from rubbing against the carpet. You gag for the nth time, shoulders meeting his knees, as you feel hot ropes come down your throat, his curses becoming white noise at this point.

You turned your head down as you coughed up his cum, leaving your mouth falling onto your chest knees as he sputtered.  Feeling tears build up in your eyes, scared that hed get mad at you, take back what he said about you being a good girl, his good girl.

“m-m’sorry” you sniffled, feeling the tears fall down you face yet again, but this time from pain, not pleasure.

He crouched in front of you, wiping the remaining with his thumb before connecting his lips to yours. You sucked on his tongue, his cum being swapped between you two as you looked at him with your red glossy eyes. Your way of saying sorry. “It’s okay, Baby, it was your first time, you did so good, okay? Made me cum and everything.” he said kissing you again as you squirmed in his touch.

He stood up, grabbing you in his arms too. Your legs numb and bruised, but you settled yourself on the bed, him following,  towering over you. “You like thinking about me between your legs, like hearing what  m’gonna do to you ?”

You slide deeper under him, holding the pillow up hiding your face as you quietly admit it by letting out a soft “yeah”. Feeling helpless that he's the only one who gets you like this, is that what this feeling is, pleasure? 

You nodded and he moved his dirty hands, wondering all over your soft and pure body as he slowly undressed you completely. Wanting to take in your beauty just for himself, wanting to capture the moment he defiled you, replaying it over and over again in his head forever. Wanting to capture your sweet moans in his mouth as he kissed the pain away, cooing at you with his deep voice for taking a cock too big for your tiny little virgin cunt.

His cock already throbbing again at the thought, lining himself up with you. “Don’t worry, pretty girl” he cooed. “I’m gonna take care of you. M’gonna fuck you so good, angel. Gonna make you cum over and over. Gonna stuff you full just like you want.”

The reassurance comforted you more than it should have, him being the only thing you'd ever had, in a sense. Yes you two might have had sex, but that didn’t mean you two werent friends, event though you wanted to be more. 

 Wanted to wake up in the morning in his arms, giving him a good morning kiss before he left everyday. But all you did right now was wait; wait for him to get home with jet, and the dog. While you took care of him in the ways you could, but that's how friends acted right? Being on good terms and trusting each other, right?

“It feel good? Doesn't hurt?” he asked as you quickly nodded, wanting him to make you feel good. He dragged his lips to your neck, sucking on the skin, littering every inch with the numbing pain, tracing his open mouthed kisses down to your chest. His spit cooling the heat rising in your body. “Fuck,” he breathed bottoming out. “You’re so tight for me, baby. You like it? Like the way my big cock is stretching you out?

You nod gasps being held back, not being able to catch your breath. The ache between your legs beginning to ease. Grabbing his neck with your trembling hands, getting him to look down at you.. “faster….please” You whispered out, just loud enough for him to hear and it’s all it takes for him to connect his hips to yours. Your lips letting out soft, honeyed moans that already have his balls swelling again. 

The pain disappeared as his thrusts became more stable, having a rhythm. Your eyes gazing up at his filled out body, so strong. You were swooning at the man balls deep in you, loving everything about him from his graying hair and downturned eyes, to his smile.

“Wh-… what do I do, w-wanna be good.” you choked out, heavy breaths catching the remains of earlier in your throat. “Shh… lemme do the work, okay?  Your little holes clenching so wet and sloppy for me, so tight. Feels so good, baby.”

His hands hook under your thighs, locking you in place as he continues fucking you, getting rougher and rougher with your physical permission. Your back arches as he angles his hips different, his cock hitting you in a new way, his fast thrusts sending you into overdrive. Cum squirting from you, making the mess under you even bigger while he's groaning out at the picture before him. “Fuck baby, that was so hot, good fuckin girl.”

That was all it took for him to release, you precious little body being so lewd beneath him, fuck. Vision turning from black to white as he felt you push yourself into him more. Helping you, still temporary blind, eyes closed as he pulled your thighs closer to himself.

You whimpered in pleasure as you felt the hot liquid filling you up, the warm feeling in your tummy making your head spin. It had your brain turning to mush, the submissive part activating as you spread yourself even more, wanting to show off the filthy part of you.

“Did it feel good?”

God really blessed him with an angel. So pretty, dirty, so willing to please. The fact that he's the only one who has ever seen you like this is getting to his head, making sure it'll stay that way, as he flipped you over leaning your head against his chest. 

“You took me so well, sweetheart, so proud of you for taking me..”

You were so tired, jaw aching while keening at the praise. His hands resting on your bare body made all the tension ease, the feeling of him still in you making you get too attached to him.

He laid still, taking in your state as he felt you turn your head to look at him, while he was already admiring you. Flashing you his smile that you loved so much. He curled up with you with his warm body holding your cold one, easing you to sleep with a faint smile on your face. You finally did something on your own.

[geges]

I hope this isn't too rude or assuming, but I also wanted to know, if u had any favorite moments in any media u've liked that you're okay with sharing? (just asking since this also appears to be a fandom(??) / anime(??) blog and if u're ok with answering something really offtopic)

ANON I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU…. I WOULD LOVE TO INFODUMP ABT MY INTERESTS. PLS. sadly yes i’m mostly a fandom/interests blog, mostly cnovels and manhua, so this ask is pretty on-topic for my blog. obligatory disclaimer a lot of these things have Problems and Issues so this isn’t me saying i am an uncritical fan of the media this is just a list of scenes that make me incredibly hhghgnnneennn. some of them made me cry in the chicken feed aisle in a Tractor’s Supply once and im still upset abt that one. a lot of these have spoilers for various cnovels so i put it under a cut :)

additional warning that um. there's a lot of mentioned death/suicide. most of these are characters dying honestly

so, Media Of All Time favourite scenes:

(tgcf) legitimately every scene with qi rong im not joking i go crazy over him. notable mention of that scene in the Final Battle with gu zi……….. i’m insane

(liu yao) um. i don’t remember the main character’s name. but yeah him dying <3 jiayou! that one drives me insane i read it like once a week

(nan chan) mr human magikarp fucking dying and jin ling just….. losing it

(nan chan) jin ling’s subsequent imprisonment and isolation :)

(nan chan) JIN LING MURDER SPREE!!!!!!!

(huang jin tai) yan xiaohan getting drugged and immediately going to stab himself so that he doesn’t “betray” fu shen

(qian qiu) yan wushi hiding shen qiao in that buddha statue and running off to die

(teio) THE FUCKING EARTHWORM CRYING. GOD

(teio) everything with bai ruoyao. i love him im so homophobic

(mo du) fei du suffering for five entire books straight

(mo du) that scene near the end where he has to grasp the trigger handhold and his Immense Certified Trauma kicks in

(mo du) luo wenzhou NOT pokemon evolving into a big red flag the second he got one glimpse past fei du’s walls. Like that man saw Fei Du: Genuinely Unwell Extraordinaire, and not only did he not jab fd with a horse tranq, he just went and made the man dinner. what the fuck

(twwtadsl) the betrayal scene <3

(tsomd) sui zhou almost dying for tang fan like 2302984 times but notable mention of the First Time when he tried to die for tang fan in the fight against the tomb guardian

(missing sect leader) wei jiangyue going “I JUST CANT STAND IT WHEN HE’S NOT ALRIGHT……………..”

(missing sect leader) wei jiangyue making a bet with ye you that hinges the fate of the world or whatever and his terms for if he wins. instead of using the chance to ask for something large. he asks yy to just tell him something. anything at all. just tell him something

(missing sect leader) wei jiangyue telling ye you he will die for him to repent for his father’s mistake but hiding the fact that his willingness to die for yy comes from his love for him, not his guilt

(missing sect leader) that scene where yy reveals his identity and wjy realises that no matter what he has to leave yy alone and cannot even approach him again. and just sinking in shame and regret to spend his entire lifetime in pain from the fact that his presence causes yy pain

(missing sect leader) in front of the entire jianghu. wei jiangyue giving himself up to the threat of being brutally killed be ye you if it meant yy was given some sort of closure. jesus christ i don’t even like this book this much and yy/wjy isn’t even canon why do they have so much on this list

(tong qian kan shi) the insect cave scene <3

(tqks) xuanmin closing his eyes as he is put through incredible pain and torture, being literally killed, in order for xue xian to enact his revenge against the great priest

(tqks) the great priest forcing xx to recognize that his revenge will also kill xuanmin as collateral, xx not recognising xuanmin, and xuanmin just. closing his eyes and accepting his death

(tqks) xuanmin using his last dying action to dig out his own bones and bury them under the mountains to free xue xian.

(tqks) xuanmin making his way over to the unconscious xue xian, kneeling in front of him (really falling lmao), and dying while never looking away from his face :)

(tqks) xx regaining his memories, remembering xuanmin, and looking up to see xuanmin laying dead in his arms. then feeling fear for the first time in his life. man. man. ok

(qqgk) “MY DEAR, IF I LEFT MYSELF BY YOUR EAR, WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO HEAR ME? MAY WE MEET AGAIN IN A WORLD WHERE THE SMOKE IS GONE” THIS QUOTE MAKES ME INSANE. IM INSANE. JESUS CHRIST

(qqgk) the recurring imagery of snow. the snow. its about. it’s about. The devotion. oh god

(hsav) xiao yuan trying to die like. 6 times for yan heqing. also xya being tortured to save yhq. and then him trying to kill himself earlier . and then him killing himself for real later to make life easier for yhq

(tgcf) just. everything honestly. the “i am god” scene. the getting demolished by a ridiculous amount of swords scene.

(wushuang) cui buqu in the maze trying to die for feng xiao

(wushuang) feng xiao in the maze trying to die for cui buqu

(zhongji lanyin) su qing almost dying under the cave-in

(zhongji lanyin) hu bugui protecting su qing from the thorns

(谁动了我的骨灰坛) jiang xichu seeing chen man kill herself and not being able to do anything about it. literally the only scene i care abt from that book i ate that shit up

okay typing this out made me realise there is a very noticeable theme here. well. i really like tragedy so honestly i don't know know what i expected from this. if i re-read all my favourite books i would probably be able to give you a list of scenes i loved that have legitimate literary importance, value, and beauty, but sadly i have the memory of a goldfish and cannot remember most plots unless im Actively Looking At Them. so instead here is a list of scenes that are all candidates for making me cry during my next visit to a Tractor's Supply. thank you sm for the ask im in love with you

[luvargas]

     i think i just saw LUCILA “ LU ” VARGAS ride by on a golf cart . at least i think it was her . after all , CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD BY HOLE was blasting on the transistor radio . maybe she was on her way to work , i hear she’s a PERSONAL TRAINER . but she totally could have been on her way to SNEAK IN A SMOKE AT THE GARDEN . guess we’ll never know . you’ll definitely know its her when you see LOOSE AND TANGLED HAND WRAPS , BUTTON BADGES ON VEGAN LEATHER ,  AND HEAR THE SHRILL SOUND OF BICKERING around the country club . let’s just hope she stays off the green after hours or else the sprinklers will get her !

( new muse, messy thoughts, u get the gist. pls know the views of this chara do not reflect my own. the name’s katya, 21, she/her pronouns & im ready 2 party. feel free to hmu wnvr or drop a like to plot n ill com 2 u ! x — oh n pls be a pal n read this quick disclaimer. tysm ! )

BASICS

24 years old

15 april 1997

5′1″ or 1.55m tall

bisexual cis woman, she/her

aries sun, aqua moon, and aqua rising

love languages : quality time & acts of service

BIO POINTS

kid o’ divorce, lived w her ma in chicago til she was 6 then w her dad in highlands til 14 then back to her ma ! 

def a daddys gorl. so used to her white pop’s leniency that livin w her strict latina ma durin her teen yrs was So Not Her Vibe ergo * cue her rebel grrrl phase *

did not finish hs ! left senior yr 2 to go w her “ radically progressive ” college bf to [ insert dev country. ] they broke up after a few mos but she kept at that life for a couple more yrs

seen some places. lived in new countries. done some shit. some good, some sus, but all generally well-intentioned. tis a whole thing but u get the gist, nywy !

lu’s back in da usa by 21. rel w the ma is strained but the pa is chill w stuff, they kept in touch. he said shell get her college fund if she gets her ged so she does !

her dad is v active n stuff so shes just always been v sporty w him. lu turnin 23 w zilch plans worried him so he implored her to get certified as a personal trainer ! n when she did, he called in a few favors w a pal he knows et voilà ! ur hired.

LU AT WORK

shes been workin at the country club fr a little over a yr now. most her clients are influencer-type gals n they luv her bc shes can take rlly cute pics n stuff for content. lu sorta likes some of em n she fakes the rest for the bread. u can bet she clowns all em richies behind their back   

unless she got clients, catch her runnin’ about the club n minglin’ w the other workers. does it annoy mngmt ? yes. n she luvs that. but bc her soon-2-b-karen clients luv her n wont stand for her bein booted, she can milk that impunity

actually knows her shit n lowkey rlly enjoys the work. she picked back up the boxing n tae kwon do she did when she was younger plus she was always in the track team at school. v healthy lifestyle save for her smokin vice n the party moments

PERSONALITY 

passionate ! has lotsa opinions. helluva a drama queen, bit of a loud mouth, argumentative n stubborn but her heart’s in the right place, albeit a lil misguided. comes w the whole activist bit, bitin her tongue just aint it. highkey makes everythin political n smtms gotta realize .,.,. it just aint that deep chief. some say shes needlessly defiant, but maybe thats a in the beholder typa thing ? fingers crossed 4 lu’s sake

fun, fun, fun ! can be real naggy but shes no buzzkill. wannabe anarchist-slash-mutineer who wants 2 stick it 2 the man ! get rowdy go crazy

fight, fight, fight ! goin back to the first bit, she talks big. esp w like ,, men n the whites lol. she can actually walk her threats tho she isnt actually violent. w arguments, she likes to start em but finishin is ... ruff.  also any dare, she wont back down in either doin it or arguin why doin it wld be smth-ist. shes not the sharpest tool ok rip lu

loyal legend ! fr her friends n buds, shell turn a blind eye. pals r the only exception ! truly ride or die n will do errthng 4 em. v much a believer in the power of community n ppl needin ppl or wtvr, yk, all that stuff. shes mouthy but like, she helps ppl 

here’s a brief blurb n a more coherent look into lu as a character

TIDBITS

lu can understand spanish but hers is a bit broken, tis her secret shame shhh

she doesn’t believe in the institution. any institution. u name it, shes got beef

pls dont fact check her she cant hear u

probs lowkey thinks shes better than u bc shes vegan

prefers 2 be called “ lu ” n ny1 who insists on lucila is dead 2 her 

comments abt her not lookin like a pt w her height n frame will result in an earful n a dramatic outburst. it aint worth it chief

watches lotsa sports w her pops. mostly indiv ones. mma, boxing, tennis, track, etc

dont ask me abt her principles n politics, i cant explain em either. v inconsistent n just messy at this point tbh but here’s a lil attempt ig

she drives a 2018 prius n lives in a p nice 1br apt outside the club

her mom’s middle class n her dad is almost upper-middle class. he isnt a member of the club but, like ,,, he cld be if he wanted to lol. he spoils her sm while she hasnt rlly Spoken to her mom besides civility, rip they both stubborn, tis a vargas thing

she is v much in a comfy position money-wise n dsnt hav much Need to hustle but sis does hav a couple of organizations she regularly sends some dough to so thats nice ig

she went fr grassroots activist to a veteran twitter/tumblr/reddit/wtvr ranter n a change.org gofundme petition regular. is it burnout ? is she ok ? honestly who knows

WANTED CONNECTIONS / TAKEN CONNECTIONS

found family ! pals n squad wanted. y’all gotta hav patience or ear plugs to power thru her self-indulgent mini-rants but shell luv ya back tenfold !

carpool buds ? cld be a pal ! or maybe yall had a lil argument or small beef but lu still drives ym bc her pride ? said mother earth first even tho the tension n silly drama is funny 

homies to smoochies ! just sum nsa makin out. cld be pals, cld be flirty, idk, but if u wanna kiss her shes probs ok w that

smoke bud ! just sum1 thats her go-to 2 smoke w on her breaks. knows not to call her out on how its not healthy fr a trainer yada yada she knows ok. let her live

an ex ? idk yet shes not rlly datey but thats out there

crushes ! this bitch hot but does she know how to flirt ? not rlly. watch her fumble

debate club ! aka sum1 she bickers w relentlessly. its valid, sum1 fite her. r u a worker or a club member ? either works. its a whole club bc she can have tons, lu can be hella annoying n testy

clients ! self-explanatory. do they get along tho ? lets find out ! 

( im officially braindead now but if y’all got more ideas or think theres smth lu wld fit just lmk !!! down 4 wtvr, wld luv 2 hash it out w yall <3 ) 

[barnesbabee]

Scum - Jung Wooyoung x Reader x Jeong Yunho

Summary: The boy’s trash and she’s gold. What will it take for her to realize it though?

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader x Jeong Yunho

Words: There are

Genre: Angst, some Fluff

A/N: Ayyy I’m not good at this but hopefully you like it <3

REQUESTS OPEN

REQUESTED BY @derisivedimples THANK YOU SO MUCH!

  He partied, he smoked and he fucked whoever he wanted to. Jung Wooyoung was everything no one wanted, yet you found yourself falling for him more and more as time passed by.

 You'd met when he entered your classroom by accident, and you were starstruck. Even though it was frowned upon in your school, he had his hair dyed grey and wore extravagant earrings like he didn't have a care in the world.

  You made a point to find out who he was. Once you'd found out, you were a little disappointed at the "fame" he had, but you put it aside, you found him eccentric and compelling, to a certain extent. Getting close to him was no easy task, but you tried your best, even going as far as joining the same dance club he was in.

  Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, maybe you should have just stayed in your corner and not done anything, and perhaps this little obsession of yours would have gone away, but you just couldn't.

  "Yunho, what am I supposed to do!?" You asked your best friend one day, after a month of watching Wooyoung from afar.

   It was becoming too much, and you were desperate. Seeing him eye up and down every girl that passed by and flirt with most of them was destroying you. Date him, or forget him, one of those had to be.

  "Go talk to him. Tell him what you feel Y/N, it will be much easier to make that decision based on his reaction..."

  You sighed at Yunho’s advice, you knew he was right, but you didn't want him to be. You didn't want to make that decision cause you were pretty sure the outcome wouldn't be the ideal one, but you took the shot anyway.

  One day, before dance practice (before you got all sweaty that is) you approached him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and he had the same playboy expression as always on his face. You guessed, deep down, that it was a good thing, cause it didn't matter your size, color or gender, he'd just fuck whoever it was. At least he wasn’t judgemental. But you didn't want that. You didn't want a one night stand and certainly not with him because you knew you'd get addicted.

  The man looked at you, expectantly. You had to rip your words out of your throat before you cowered away.

  "I like you."

 Not even a 'hello', a 'how are you', nothing. You just blurted out your confession and bit your lip, looking up at him.

  His expression softened for a second and he placed a hand on your cheek.

  "That's cute." He replied.

  Wooyoung said nothing else, he just retrieved his hand and walked over to his friends who had just started practice.

   What?

   He said nothing else. Just, told you 'that's cute' and left... And so your decision became harder, because you had no fucking idea what that meant.

   After that day, he'd give you flirty looks, small winks, and tease you.  It was driving you crazy, and he knew it. He loved the effect he had on you, he loved having your eyes on him at all times and all the attention you gave him. He loved the compliments, he loved the praises and he loved to make you blush. He felt so, so good being worshipped like that. However, when you tried to get closer or ask him out, he just cut you off. It was killing you, and you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

  It became too much when Yunho caught you sat against a wall, knees up to your chest, crying your eyes out under one of the stairwells. You had no idea how he found you, but he certainly wasn't happy.

  "Y/N!? What's wrong!?" Yunho asked as he knelt beside you and rubbed your back.

  "W-Wooyoung..." Was all you could say between whimpers and sobs.

  Yunho wanted to stand up and punch a wall. God, Wooyoung pissed him off. He had such a pretty, smart, talented girl chasing after him yet he kept playing these little childish games.

  However, he knew that if he got mad he would only startle you more, so he took a couple of deep breaths and calmed down.

  "He sucks, okay? Wooyoung fucking sucks. I know you like him and I'm sorry to break it to you like this but he's a coward and he's no man for doing these things, it's not entertaining to play with people's feelings. You’re an amazing person and he doesn’t deserve someone like you."

  You looked up at him. Yunho reached for your face and wiped your tears with the sleeve of his blouse.

  "Thank you Yunho, but it's just... so hard. It's so stupid but I can't stop watching him and liking him. He's always my focus."

  "Well then focus on me."

   This caught you off guard, and seemingly so did Yunho. He couldn't believe he had just said that... He internally facepalmed as a rose blush started showing up on his cheeks. He just sighed and looked down at the ground for one second before focusing on your face again.

   "I don't know how you haven't noticed, probably because you've been too busy with the jackass, but I like you. I like you a lot, and it hurts to see you get stepped on. And you let him step on you! It makes me so angry, but most of all, worried... I can't ask you to like me, nor to go out on a date with me right now, that would be selfish considering your situation, but please, give me a chance... Allow me to help you forget him."

  Your heart was going to explode. You couldn't believe how much love and sincerity a couple of words could contain. Your expression softened and you grabbed his hand.

  "Of course I'll allow it." You told him, mocking the way he had said it.

  You both giggled and Yunho embraced you and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

   From then on everything seemed much better. Yunho never left your side, now that he had a goal in mind. He'd meet you in the school's front gate by the morning, have lunch with you, walk you to all of your classes, watch your dance practice, at the end of the day he'd walk you home, and above everything, he’d make sure you were happy.

  At first Wooyoung didn't even notice Yunho, all he noticed was the absence of your stare. Your attention was no longer fully on him, and he didn't like it. He wanted to make you blush once more, he wanted to see you try to seduce him while you dance, he wanted all of your attention. He didn't understand why he didn't have it though...

  That was until you pulled Yunho, who had been leaning against a wall of the room watching you from afar, so he could dance with you.

  "Yunho loves to dance! He's a great dancer!" You announced to everyone as you clung to his arm.

 Yunho blushed a little at the compliment and bowed to everyone in the room. You begged him to dance to 'Troublemaker' with you, but he didn't give in until he was promised some ice-cream afterward. You smiled widely once he agreed and ran over to the speakers to plug in your phone and start playing the song. Your cute reaction made him smile as he positioned himself to start the dance.

 The two of you danced like there was no one else in the room with you, and only then it hit Wooyoung why you had been more distant. Yunho had stolen you away. The way you smiled at him, the way you looked at each other, the way you giggled and hugged him after the dance was over, God he hated it all. He was jealous, he wanted you for himself only.

 Did he have feelings for you? Unlikely... You were never on his mind, but then again, no one had ever been. And maybe the problem was himself, maybe he needed to have someone to bring him down to earth. Whatever was the problem, whatever it was that he felt, he only knew that he needed to have you.

  When that Hell was over, Wooyoung approached you and tapped your shoulder (just like you had done to him the first time). You turned around to face whoever just touched you and you were surprised to see him.

  "Oh Wooyoung, hey!"

 As soon as Yunho saw you two, he walked over and stood behind you, watching the scene carefully. Wooyoung chose to ignore the man and smiled at you, for the first time. A smile that wasn't a smirk, a smile that wasn't suggestive, just a smile.

  "Hey Y/N I know that I've kinda cut you off before, and I know that I don't have the best reputation, but I'd like to take you out sometime if that's okay?"

 You and Yunho were very taken aback by the question. You opened your mouth to say something, but Yunho immediately pulled you back and stood in between the two of you.

 "You," Yunho stated, pointing his index finger at Wooyoung "you don't get to do that. Not now. You've been fucking around with her for months, you barely even acknowledged her and at the end of the day I had to wipe so many tears because you're a cunt! You don't get to come in now and steal her away from me. You don't!"

  By the end of his speech he was full-on yelling. He had stepped closer to the other male and they were now face to face.

  Wooyoung scoffed and pushed him away.

   "You don't get to tell what I can or can't have. Whatever happened is behind, what matters is right now and as of right now I want her, I miss having her around and you can't change that, and you certainly can't change what she feels."

  Both men looked at you. Neither knew what was going to come out of your mouth. Your eyes were watery and so were Yunho's. Your uncertainty was killing him... The fact that you were still indecisive hurt him a little, and every second of your silence was a knife to his heart, that was beating fast. The men just wanted you to... say something. Anything. But you didn't want to mess up.

  Finally, you stepped closer to Wooyoung and placed a hand on his cheek. Yunho's heart broke at the sight. He didn't even hide his hurt: tears were cascading down his cheeks and his lower lip trembled.

  You looked Wooyoung in the eyes.

  "Wooyoung, I... I'm sorry, but you've hurt me too much, and if there's anyone that deserves my love and appreciation is Yunho. It's not even up for debate at this point."

 Upon hearing this, Yunho's frown turned into a smile and he pulled you into a warm embrace. He showered your face with kisses, finalizing with one long kiss to your lips.

  Somehow Wooyoung's heart was aching, and he realized that he'd just lost what could've been the love of his life.

[willemlispenard]

gooday "value me" pls 🥺🥺 and/or "quiet me" !! (maybe something has happened to one of them and the other tries to calm them down by gushing to them ab their feelings 👉👈)

thank you sm for the request!! i did quiet me a while back so value me it is!

////// Value Me

Soft, delicate hands caress her sides as Cordelia comes down from her high. Her eyes are shut, her back arches off the bed and her head is resting against the soft pillow.

Beside her, Misty presses sweet kisses, to her chest, up her neck, to her jaw and cheeks, her nose and eyelids and finally, finally her lips. “I love you so much,” Misty murmured.

“I love you too,” Cordelia replies with a blissful smile. She rolls onto her side, right into Misty’s arms.

Misty turns her around, “I want to look at your pretty face.” She says softly. “I just,” her blue eyes scan Cordelia’s face. From her dark brown eyes, that showed wisdom beyond her years, yes, wisdom but also a great deal of pain hiding, to her lips, perfectly plump and arched and a dark shade of red from her lipstick which had smudged a little from the many kissed they has shared. Misty is in awe, not only by her beauty, but also by the way she looked at her so sweetly, so adoringly and with so much unbridled love and reverence.

“Fuck,” Misty says, “I really do love you, I mean it when I tell you I love you, you know?” Misty lifts her hand, pushing a lock of hair behind Cordelia’s ear and caressing her cheek. “You mean the world to me. You gave me a home, you gave me a chance to start over and rebuild my life. You gave me a tribe.” She pauses with a sigh. “You know...” she says, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much you mean to me.”

Cordelia cocka her head, eyes twinkeling with amusement. She rubs her nose against Misty’s and touches her head to hers, prompting her to keep talking.

“I remember the night that I got burnt.” she says, “I remember how my lungs filled itself with smoke, how my flesh melted from my bones, how I screamed for help, pleaded for mercy. I got a glimpse from the assailant,m, Dee, it was my father.” Misty grits her teeth. “I remember the loneliness that came after. The feeling of that I wasn’t welcome in this world no more. That I should have stayed dead... I felt such an imbalance and a turmoil inside of me. Why was I here? What was there left for me?”

At this, Cordelia kisses her, eyes damp with her tears, “baby...” she sighs.

Misty swallows. “When Zoe led me you... I knew.” she says, “I knew why I had survived, I knew what God had in store for me. He guided me to you. The minute I took your hand, I knew. The turmoil inside me finally stopped, the harrowing lonely feeling dissipated. You made me feel like I belonged.” She leans down, pressing a soft, kiss to her lips. “I love you Cordelia, you’re my world. You saved me from myself, I don’t know what I would have done had Zoe not found my shack. The hopelessness, the loneliness— it drives you crazy. Makes you do funny things just to feel. Even if that feeling is painful. But with you, things feel alright. With your help, I found myself again and I am forever thankful for that. I value you so much, you probably don’t even know, but we are soulmates, you and I.” Misty smiles and let her hands wander over Cordelia’s naked form. “I just... love you.” she concluded with a soft smile before turning and reaching for something in her drawer. A tiny square box.

Misty props herself up onto her elbow, fidgeting with the small box in her hand. “So...”

Curiously, Cordelia sat up, mirroring Misty’s position. “Mist—” she said. Her heartbeat sped up and a smile crept onto her face.

“Cordelia...” she began, “I love you. I want to share my life with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to be yours forever. Would you— do me the honour and will you marry me?”

With a gasp, Cordelia sat up “Misty,” she breathed. She swung her leg over Misty’s wist, sitting down on top of her. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Misty in a heated kiss. “Yes, my sweetheart, of course I will marry you,” Tears trickled down her cheeks, “Oh, dear, Misty...” she held up her hand and let Misty slide the ring on her finger. “I love you, my petal, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby, more than words could ever express.”

[hopeless-starry-kingdom]

0 to Hero | Peter Parker

Summary:Your dad doesn’t like Peter.But that’s about to change

“Do these make me look more sophisticated?”You turned your head and seen Peter wearing glasses,fake glasses.He didn’t need his real ones anymore

“As much as I love you wearing glasses,you don’t need them”He sighed and threw them down on your bed “I just want your dad to finally like me.Why doesn’t he like me?”The question hung in the air and not even you could answer it.Because you truly didn’t know either.Your dad was fine with you dating,he liked Peter at first but then that like turned into pure dislike for your boyfriend.You and your mom had confronted him many times about not liking Peter,I mean who wouldn’t.Your mom adored Peter and everything about him and couldn’t understand for the life of her why your father didn’t like Peter

“I-I don’t know Pete.I really wish I did”You flopped down on your bed and layed beside him,your head on his chest as you sat in silence

“What if he makes you break up with me”Peters statement made both of your hearts drop and you sat up “No.That’s not an option.I would never let him do that to us.I like you too much to let what he says about you ruin what we have.I promise you”You leaned down and kissed him gently before there was a knock on the door

“Come in”You say up and looked at the door and seen your mom come in “Hey guys,Y/D/N is here.We’re leaving soon.You guys ready?”You both stood and nodded

“And Peter”He turned to look at your mom “Don’t let what he says tonight get to you”Peter smiled at her

“I’ll try,Mrs.Y/L/N”

“Oh,what did I say about that.Call me Y/M/N”Peter smiled and nodded but you knew he was still going to refer to your mom by her last name

“He’s just changing.Lets go wait in the car”Peter was glad that seeing your dad would be delayed for at least ten minutes.He knows your mom was doing him a favor

Peter tensed up when he saw your father walking down the driveway,to the car.His grasp on your hand tightened and you looked over at him “It’s going to be fine”You kissed his cheek as your father came to the drivers seat

“Hey,sweetheart.How was school today?”He looked back at you and Peter nearly shit himself when he seen your dad glare at him “It was good.Oassed my algebra test”

“That’s amazing sweetheart”

“H-Hello,Mr.Y/L/N.How are y-you?”Your dad looked in the rear view mirror before looking back at the road “Well I was fine before now”

“Y/D/N”

“Dad”

You and your mom warned your father ahead of time not to act like this.It was a whole argument between the three of you.You hated that Peter felt so uncomfortable and disliked.You wanted to put an end to it before tonight.But your dad wouldn’t let up about his dislike for Peter

“There’s just something off about that boy,Y/M/N!He’s always disappearing and hiding something”Your mom rolled your eyes at that statement but you felt nervous when the sentence slipped out his mouth.Nervous about your boyfriend’s secret identity but thankfully your mom got him to shut up after that night

Your mom looked back at the two of you in the car and then to Peter “You said you’d never ate here Peter”

“Uh,no actually.But Y/N said it was really good so I’m excited”He smiled at your mom and then you.Your mom turned back around and started a conversation with your dad but not before he shot peter a glare through the mirror

“You sure he doesn’t want to kill me?”He whispered and you rolled your eyes “He’s not going to kill you.Look I’ll make sure every to divert everything away from you”

“Thanks”

And then soon enough you were there.It was Olive Garden,one of the best Italian food restaurants you’ve ever been too.And you were excited to bring Peter here because you loved everything here from the breadstick to the pasta

“Same as always,Y/N?”Your mom asked as you four got seated.You made sure to sit in front of your dad and have Peter sit in front of your mom

“Of course.There’s nothing better”You turned to face Peter who wa spooking over the menu “I usually get the shrimp Alfredo.But they have regular Alfredo or you can add chicken”You and Peter had similar tastes in food,so you hoped he’d like what you ordered

“I trust you.I’ll have the one with chicken”You smiled at him and put down your menu and was about to engage conversation with your mom about school with Peter but your dad beat you to it

“You still work with Tony Stark,Parker?”Your dad sipped his wine.You looked over at Peter and seen him gulp “Yeah,Yeah.Still got that internship”

Like your mom knew something bad was about to be said “I think it’s great your working at such a young age.And with none other then a man like Stark.He’s going to be a good man in the future,don’t you say hon”You smiled at your mom becuase you knew she truly meant that but scowled at your father when all he said was

“Hmph”And just as you were going to say something the waitress came

“Are you ready to order or should I come back?”

Half way through dinner and your dad wouldn’t stop taking jabs at Peter.

“You rebuild computers?Why?”

“Isn’t Star Wars a kid thing?”

“I think your wrong”

You felt incredibly bad and wished you didn’t invite him out.If you knew your dad was going to be this bad you wouldn’t just stayed at Peter’s place and ate pizza and watched movies.You were poking at your food while gripping Peter’s sweaty (for obvious reasons) hand

“I hate to tell you Parker but you got a long way to go.I mean you can’t be that sm—”

“Dad!”The three of them looked at you along with other customers and you cleared your throat and brought your voice down

“Please stop.Im begging you.Why can’t you just be nice to him?For me.All he’s ever done is make me happy and here you are making him and I miserable.Have you ever thought about how uncomfortable your making him?Or how rude and disgusting you sound.I love him,dad.And he’s not going anywhere for a long time and that’s just the way it’s going to be so I’m not sorry that you feel a certain way about him.Because I love him and that’s just the truth”

You saw your fathers face visibly soften and when you looked to your mom she looked near tears.And when you looked at Peter he had that love sick look people told you he had when he looked at you

“You love—”He stopped talking and immediately looked around “What?What’s—”

“I’ll be back.I have to uh go to the restroom?Yeah,restroom”He all but ran to the opposite side of the restaurant

“Well here we go again.Him disappearing from you.You know you almost got me there for a second,Y/N.But there he goes again being off”You had enough of the conversation and got out from your seat to go look for a Peter

After searching for a couple minutes he was on the phone by the restroom and he looked frantic.He ended the call when he seen you

“What’s wrong?”You asked and he kept looking around

“I don’t know.I felt my senses go off but I can’t see anything.Maybe it was just you setting them off when you said you loved but I don’t know—”Then you heard screaming and the fire alarm went off

“There it is”You both looked around and see a massive fire coming out of the kitchen and spreading like crazy

“Everyone please evacuate the building”Someone yelled and everyone went running like crazy.People were screaming and shouting and running.

“I don’t have my suit on me.We need to go”Peter grabbed your hand and tried pulling you towards the exit but there was so many many people running and screaming and going crazy,you tripped.You fell over and was lucky enough to catch yourself by your forearms before you fell face first and broke a tooth

“Y/N!”Peter tried to move and grab you through the sea of people.Amongst the sea of people,they didn’t see you on the floor and one man was rushing out so fast he didn’t even bother to care that he stepped on something lumpy.Your ankle.You cried in pain as your foot twisted the other direction.

When Peter heard your scream it was like everything had shut off.He needed to get to you,now.So he didn’t care that he pushed a couple on his way to get to you or that he knocked over a set of dishes.All that mattered was you.And once he reached you he could see the pain etched on your face

“Y/N,baby,what’s wrong?”He looked over you frantically and then covered you as the fire roared

“My ankle”You whined and coughed as the smoked began to enter your lungs and Peter looked down and seen your ankle twisted and bruised.He quickly took off his sweater and covered your mouth.He then hooked his arms under your knees under your back

“I’m gonna get us out of here,okay?Just hold on tight”You nodded and put your hands around his neck.Peter started running,trying to find the exit.You realized that even though Peter had different DNA then you,he was still human.And he was starting to cough from the smoke he was inhaling.You took a piece of the sweater and covered his mouth.Peter looked down at you before turning straight ahead and dodging a pillar that came falling down.

You whimpered and his your face in his chest as both your coughing got worse “Don’t..worry.Were almost...out”He coughed

And you could see and hear it.The flashing red and blue lights.The fire trucks and police cars.People crying and in pain.Peter felt his body start to loose energy and his senses went into over drive as he quickly hoisted you up and ran out the building,just in time for the opening to fall in flames.

“Look”Everyone turned to you and Peter and immediately first aid started helping

“Son,I’m gonna need you to put her down”In a fit of coughs Peter slowly put you on the floor,making sure to not let you go and support your weight

“Please come with us”A peremedic helped both of you to the back of the truck and started assessing the situation.You were both given oxygen masks and one was checking on Peter while the other was taking care of your foot

“Oh,Y/N!”You turned and seen your dad and mom running for you.They engulfed you in a hug and started to tear up

“Are you okay?Oh we thought something terrible happened to you”Your mom brushed your hair out of your face as the EMT spoke

“Your daughter and her boyfriend are fine.We’ve alerted his guardian already.You’re daughters ankle was sprained pretty badly,if it wasn’t for him she most likely wouldn’t have been able to leave”He nodded his head before leaving.It was quiet for a second before your father turned to Peter and stood in front of him

“Honey-”Your dad lifted your hand at your mother as the three of you stared and waited for your dad to say something

“If it wasn’t for you my daughter would be dead right now.I can’t think of anything worse then to have to live with out her.And I know I haven’t been the most kind to you...and for that I’m sorry,Peter”He held out his hand for Peter to shake and you were all shocked to see your dad be polite to Peter.But Peter didn’t pass up the offer and stood to shake his hand.Your dad gripped him and pulled Peter into a hug

“Thank you for saving my little girl”He whispered and Peter nodded.He took off his oxygen mask “I’d do it again without hesitation”His voice was a little hoarse and he looked down at you and smiled .You put down the mask and jumped up to hug him

“I love you”Peter gripped you tighter in his arms and kissed your head

“I love you,too”

[onewfantaesy]

what happens when taemin becomes a teenager? imagine he has a whole rebellious phase and like the pressure of always trying to be perfect or live up to his expectations considering he’s the ceo’s grandson becomes too much for him and he starts lashing out?? like just some angst and teen stuff until he realises and talks to his dad and sooman after a while and calms down

When he’s about 17, Taemin starts going on a teenage rebellion bender. It’s wild. He starts going out late at night and he’s caught causing a ruckus in local parks with his friends, sneaking into clubs when he’s still too young and dancing with older women, smoking, everything. Then there’s accounts of Taemin yelling at his father, his grandfather, talking back, snapping at them, disobeying them.

He’s turning into a wild child, and no one can figure out what the breaking point was for all this.

Then after months of him being essentially a little asshole to anyone and everyone around him, Sooman calls him into his office. His reputation is going to shit, and Sooman has had enough of his attitude. He’s his grandson, yes, but he’s also an idol who is a contract with his company. He needs to protect both his grandchild and his company.

And taemin has a full on nervous breakdown. He screams at Sooman. Everyone on the floor can hear it.

“Do you know how hard it is to be perfect?” Taemin screams. “It’s impossible! It’s killing me! I can’t be perfect, I can’t!”

“No one is asking you to be perfect,” sooman says gently.

“Yes they are! Everyone is! Everyone expects me to be perfect!”

“Taemin-“

“I have to be the perfect dancer, perfect singer, perfect actor, perfect model. My skin, my hair, my face, my body, my clothes, my grades, my everything has to be perfect!”

Taemin ends up throwing things on the floor and screaming about how high everyone’s expectations are for him because of his family, his connections, his time in the industry.

“I’ve been doing this my whole goddamn life!” He screams at his grandfather. “I’ve been training my whole life, I can’t remember a time I wasn’t taking dance lessons or singing lessons or piano lessons! I’ve been preparing for this my whole entire fucking life and I’m still not good enough!”

He’s crying and hyperventilating and shaking and stumbling around his grandfather’s trashed office. His head is spinning and he can’t breathe and he can sort of hear his grandfather talking to him, but there’s a rushing sound in his ears and he just stumbles out and just walks out of the building looking like a zombie, his grandfather calling for him to stop and come back.

Everyone sees him leave the building in a trance. He goes and cuts his hair and dyes it black and essentially breaks down when his best friend, jongin, comes and finds him.

There’s so many pictures and videos of Taemin leaving a hair salon at night just clinging to this trainee, crying his eyes out, saying he can’t breathe, all with a normal haircut that was nothing like the look he was supposed to have for his current promotions.

There’s tons of news shows and magazine articles and online fanaccounts if everything that happened from the time Taemin entered Sooman’s office until his best friend and SM trainee brings him home.

Most people agree that he clearly was having a nervous breakdown, that he was just a kid with too much pressure on him that was bound to make him crack eventually.

Other people call him a spoiled brat, say he’s entitled and rude and just trying to get his way by manipulating his grandfather.

But the way his face looked coming out of the hair salon was too much for most people to deny, especially since Taemin never cries in public. Most people defend him when others try to say he’s just a brat.

Taemin goes on a break for a couple months. Sooman, Kibum, and everyone around him are so worried about him.

Kibum also puts him in therapy.

“It’s not an option, Taemin,” Kibum says in a strangled voice as he drives Taemin to his first therapy session. “You had a full on nervous breakdown. You’ve been out of line for months. I’m worried about you.”

“Does everyone hate me now?” Taemin whispers, looking out the window. “Does everyone think I’m crazy?”

“No one thinks you’re crazy,” Kibum says softly. “You just have a lot on your shoulders right now. You need to talk about it with someone who can help you deal with it.”

“Does Grampa hate me?” Taemin asks, a catch in his voice.

“Grampa loves you more than anything in the whole world,” Kibum tells him, moving his hand to hold onto Taemin’s. “He could never hate you.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“No, I’m sorry,” Kibum says. “I should have helped you sooner, shouldn’t have let it build up to this. Taeminnie, please know that I love you so much. That you don’t have to be an idol if you don’t want to. You should only do this as long as you want to be doing it, as long as it’s still fun.”

“It is fun,” Taemin says. “And I do like it. I just hate how everyone expects me to be the best at everything.”

“No one expects that.”

“Everyone does,” Taemin hisses. “Everyone. Don’t deny it.”

“I don’t expect you to be the best,” Kibum says. “I just want you to be the best Taemin you can be, nothing more. I’m not comparing you to anyone.”

Taemin just sighs and looks out the window again, but he doesn’t let go of his dad’s hand.

[fyrapartnersearch]

strangers cornered in a dark room

i. a b o u t : 

— hi. i'm cosima. ﾍ (￣ー￣) ﾉ✨

— i'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love.

— i'm in my mid 20s and live in the forest foraging leaves, berries, and diet mountain dew. i'm like bigfoot but sadder and not as wife material.

— my gender is best described as 'spooky' but feminine or neutral pronouns are both fine.

— i roleplay over email or gdocs and ooc on discord (but i might rp on a server if you ask nice and bring me flowers).

— i don't roleplay with cis men. y'all had your shot and ya blew it.

— idk what else you wanna know just ask me if i missed something.

ii. r u l e s : 

— i pretty much exclusively double which means those of you who aren't into playing multiple mains may wish to dip now. i don't really like going beyond two main characters each (so no 'tripling' or 'quadrupling') but i do like having big casts of recurring/side characters.

— speaking of doubling, i will write any kind of pairing for my partner: mm, ff, mf, nb, you name it. i even take fc requests. this does mean i would like the same from my partner and as i am partial to playing my female characters against male characters, i need my partners to be ok with that (so if you only do mm or ff it prob won't work out!). i'm also not crazy into platonic ships for main characters. highkey love me some romance.

**if you, for whatever reason, really hate to double, then i'm gonna play f in mf and if that's ok with you it's ok with me.

— i don't keep a posting schedule but i generally try to reply within 48ish hours. you don't have to do the same but generally i'd like at least two replies a week. consistent ooc chatter is 👌.

— limits: i don't do that raunchy shit. i don't do fetish-based roleplay. violence, language, gore, and smut are all well and good in proportion. regardless of the content of an rp tho i will not engage with partners under 20.

— word counts are an illusion. i don't really like super short rapid fire roleplay but i also don't like pointlessly lengthy responses. i guess i fall into some kind of '''''''''casual literate''''''''' category if you wanna use that. write whatever you feel is a good amount for the scene we are in and i will do the same. i don't match and don't expect you to either.

— as for ditching (everyone's favorite topic!!)... lbr we've all done it at least once or twenty times even if it was by accident. i'd love a heads up if you've lost interest or are just too busy or overwhelmed to commit atm but i know that things come up and it just doesn't happen sometimes. in those cases, feel totally free to hit me up weeks/months/whatever later. in general i will try to let you know if i'm not feeling it or if i know i'm gonna be busy or whatever.

iii. r o l e p l a y :

— i only do original roleplays atm so, uh, sorry? i'm not organized enough to have actual plots but i'm just organized enough to have some loose ideas, some themes, and some dreams. these are all super open to interpretation and i have nothing concrete in mind so i welcome suggestions. just, pls, don't come at me out of left field with suggestions for things unrelated to what i've listed.

— a house that breathes

— setting: 1800-1910s / countryside, europe, possibly elsewhere 

— genre: mystery / romance / horror / thriller / gothic

bleak landscapes / ideal courtships turned into bitter marriages / deadly secrets / ghosts / living houses / creepy servants / distant husbands / bold heroines / decayed decadence / cash poor aristocracy / moors / cold climates / passion / codependency / jane eyre / wuthering heights / rebecca / jamaica inn / penny dreadful

— nightcall

— setting: 1970s-futuristic / big city, north america, anywhere

— genre: mystery / supernatural / detective / horror

red neon-lit hotel rooms / midnight drives / dive bars and smoke-filled lounges / inhuman eyes / disappearances / brutal murders / cryptids / towns that exist out of time and place / wtnv vibes / detectives / turning into something else / supernatural detectives

— beautiful crime

— setting: 1920s-modern / big city, small town, north america, anywhere 

— genre: mystery / crime / noir / detective

heists / dames & femme fatales / nation-shaking crimes / black dahlia-esque mysteries / deceit / detectives / private investigators / serial killers / cat and mouse games / suspect existence failure / corruption / crimes of the century / maltese falcon-esque

— khairei, deerslayers!

— setting: 1920s-1990s / university town, north america, europe 

— genre: campus novel / mystery / slice of life / thriller

"travesty, horror, decadence, excrement" / classics / spoiled rich pretentious youths / bacchanals / young professors / impromptu shakespearean performances / secrets / taking things too far / substance abuse / ivy-covered façades / sleepy autumnal towns the secret history / if we were villains / university traditions / exclusive clubs / legacies

— miscellaneous

rural life / found families / tumultuous relationships / established relationships / victorian spiritualism & obsession with death / the 1920s / ww1 / ww2 / old hollywood / the old west / american civil war / american revolution / versailles / revolutionary france / something like the alienist? / something set in a spooky pacific northwest town (basically twin peaks but without the other dimensions) / pretty much anything historical / southern gothic / ww2 or cold war-era espionage / vampires that aren't lame

ix. c o n t a c t :

— discord: ask

— email: latinised@gmail.com

i would appreciate if you could provide some details about yourself and what you're interested in when you get in touch. if your message is nothing more than "still looking for rp?" i'mma slam dunk it in the trash, sorry.

thank you sm for reading this far. hopefully that means you wanna rp. and if not uhhhhh i guess thanks for reading anyway!! xoxo

i. a b o u t :  — hi. i'm cosima. ﾍ (￣ー￣) ﾉ✨ — i'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love. — i'm in my mid 20s and live in the forest foraging leaves, berries, and diet mountain dew. i'm like bigfoot but sadder and not as wife material. — my gender is best described as 'spooky' but feminine or neutral pronouns are both fine. — i roleplay over email or gdocs and ooc on discord (but i might rp on a server if you ask nice and bring me flowers). — i don't roleplay with cis men. y'all had your shot and ya blew it. — idk what else you wanna know just ask me if i missed something. ii. r u l e s :  — i pretty much exclusively double which means those of you who aren't into playing multiple mains may wish to dip now. i don't really like going beyond two main characters each (so no 'tripling' or 'quadrupling') but i do like having big casts of recurring/side characters. — speaking of doubling, i will write any kind of pairing for my partner: mm, ff, mf, nb, you name it. i even take fc requests. this does mean i would like the same from my partner and as i am partial to playing my female characters against male characters, i need my partners to be ok with that (so if you only do mm or ff it prob won't work out!). i'm also not crazy into platonic ships for main characters. highkey love me some romance. **if you, for whatever reason, really hate to double, then i'm gonna play f in mf and if that's ok with you it's ok with me. — i don't keep a posting schedule but i generally try to reply within 48ish hours. you don't have to do the same but generally i'd like at least two replies a week. consistent ooc chatter is 👌. — limits: i don't do that raunchy shit. i don't do fetish-based roleplay. violence, language, gore, and smut are all well and good in proportion. regardless of the content of an rp tho i will not engage with partners under 20. — word counts are an illusion. i don't really like super short rapid fire roleplay but i also don't like pointlessly lengthy responses. i guess i fall into some kind of '''''''''casual literate''''''''' category if you wanna use that. write whatever you feel is a good amount for the scene we are in and i will do the same. i don't match and don't expect you to either. — as for ditching (everyone's favorite topic!!)... lbr we've all done it at least once or twenty times even if it was by accident. i'd love a heads up if you've lost interest or are just too busy or overwhelmed to commit atm but i know that things come up and it just doesn't happen sometimes. in those cases, feel totally free to hit me up weeks/months/whatever later. in general i will try to let you know if i'm not feeling it or if i know i'm gonna be busy or whatever. iii. r o l e p l a y : — i only do original roleplays atm so, uh, sorry? i'm not organized enough to have actual plots. i'm just organized enough to have some loose ideas, some themes, and some dreams. these are all super open to interpretation and i have nothing concrete in mind so i welcome suggestions. just, pls, don't come at me out of left field with suggestions for things unrelated to what i've listed. — a house that breathes — setting: 1800-1910s / countryside, europe, possibly elsewhere  — genre: mystery / romance / horror / thriller / gothic bleak landscapes / ideal courtships turned into bitter marriages / deadly secrets / ghosts / living houses / creepy servants / distant husbands / bold heroines / decayed decadence / cash poor aristocracy / moors / cold climates / passion / codependency / jane eyre / wuthering heights / rebecca / jamaica inn / penny dreadful — nightcall — setting: 1970s-futuristic / big city, north america, anywhere — genre: mystery / supernatural / detective / horror red neon-lit hotel rooms / midnight drives / dive bars and smoke-filled lounges / inhuman eyes / disappearances / brutal murders / cryptids / towns that exist out of time and place / wtnv vibes / detectives / turning into something else / supernatural detectives — beautiful crime — setting: 1920s-1960s / big city, north america, anywhere  — genre: mystery / crime / noir / detective heists / dames & femme fatales / nation-shaking crimes / black dahlia-esque mysteries / deceit / detectives / private investigators / serial killers / cat and mouse games / suspect existence failure / corruption / crimes of the century / maltese falcon-esque — khairei, deerslayers! — setting: 1920s-1990s / university town, north america, europe  — genre: campus novel / mystery / slice of life / thriller "travesty, horror, decadence, excrement" / classics / spoiled rich pretentious youths / bacchanals / young professors / impromptu shakespearean performances / secrets / taking things too far / substance abuse / ivy-covered façades / sleepy autumnal towns the secret history / if we were villains / university traditions / exclusive clubs / legacies — miscellaneous rural life / found families / tumultuous relationships / established relationships / victorian spiritualism & obsession with death / the 1920s / ww1 / ww2 / old hollywood / the old west / american civil war / american revolution / versailles / revolutionary france / something like the alienist? / something set in a spooky pacific northwest town (basically twin peaks but without the other dimensions) / pretty much anything historical / southern gothic / ww2 or cold war-era espionage / vampires that aren't lame ix. c o n t a c t : — discord: ask — email: latinised@gmail.com i would appreciate if you could provide some details about yourself and what you're interested in when you get in touch. if your message is nothing more than "still looking for rp?" i'mma slam dunk it in the trash, sorry. thank you sm for reading this far. hopefully that means you wanna rp. and if not uhhhhh i guess thanks for reading anyway!! xoxo