#to each their own but i really wanna hear someone be passionate about him in my feed or askbox like TELL me about him

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Opinions on Dream? :^

SO many feelings about him omgg rant under cut please forgive me

okay so i don't really talk or draw him much cause honestly,,,most of the times i just think he's a bit....boring? or more accurately plain? not in a mean way either but just in a 'fades into the background' type of way like don't get me wrong!! he's a really nice friend to his peers, his feelings about his powers and aura making his relationships harder to navigate and trust along with his whole conflict with nightmare and morality about what's good and bad IS very cool!! and i love it whenever they write him to be complex and not on this black and white mentality or when he's just straight up following along his friends with no free will or with a dubious purpose without ever addressing his issues or feelings! it's just unsatisfying to me :')

or when they're making him the 'naive' and oblivious, (sometimes childish?) character being marked as the obstacle and villain along with the other star sanses from the fic's pov, always talking about doing good things while fighting his brother and not hearing him out about the balance, (and for weak reasons most of the time. like it's been so long and you STILL haven't sat down with him when he's, generally, basically begged you to just have a talk? guys please :'( ) or when they go for the victim sad dream always missing the old nightmare, where corrupted nightmare is the incarnation of evil, with no sympathy or emotion except anger and sadistic glee, killing and hurting everyone and dream's just trying to protect the multiverse and dream's always been in the right. such extremes!!!

LIKE!! i hope i'm not the only one that thinks a 500+ year old should have had enough time to idk. learn things? about people and manipulation and deceit? after knowing what the villagers did to night? about the bad things in the world and how there's a lot of grey areas in life and that he maybe reflected on his past enough to process and ask himself if there should to be a convo to settle his differences with nightmare (and you can make nightmare the stubborn one too! or have them BOTH be petty and imperfect and have some things wrong and some right at the same time like why do i always see the good guy vs bad guy cliché with these two when they're the perfect example of why positivity doesn't have meaning without the negativity!! as long as there's a satisfying evolution or growth that doesn't leave me empty i'm good yknow?)

plus i believe dream really isn't as dumb as people view him. i do get some of you saying he probably can't read or write since that's actually a pretty interesting idea to explore! but in general please let him have emotions other than pure sunshiny happiness or endless sadness like he's gotta have more depth than that! let him make mistakes, have flaws that don't just make him the bad guy that's always in the wrong by default, and be angry or suspicious or jealous or bitter or battling his mental health problems/depression or malicious or smart or witty or mischievous and silly or sarcastic or ANYTHING dude i just want him to be put into different scenarios where he can be serious or lighthearted like it doesn't even have to be long or perfect but make him feel real.

it could definitely be that i don't read or see much art about dream or really look for it hard enough but also i just. i feel bad for even saying this fr and i wanna be honest about why i don't enjoy most stories about him cause he always gets the worst treatment along with ink!!! especially ink omg the poor guy has it the worst i think like wow do they mess him up :'(

always one dimensional in non shippy fics, or too plain or easily replaceable by other, more entertaining people in the significant other's life in most of his ships like man. i have read fics out there that made me genuinely FEEL and root for him and love his character so much it restored all hope for me!!! but i can only name one on top of my head and the others? it's been so long i don't even remember their names i just legit feel terrible cause i love him still and i can't find many headcanons that fit my interpretation of him yknow?

not to say people who write him very happy, mislead or sad are ruining him like that's silly- if i see something i don't like i just. move on bro i wouldn't force people to feel or think the same way i do about him cause anyone can have whatever headcanons they want!!! just talking about what i personally look for in him and why i can't exactly find it since most of the stuff out there just isn't my cup of tea :')

hopefully i didn't set anyone off with this rambling opinionated essay i just pulled hhh xD i know i know he's a popular character and i know a lot of people like dream so *sobs* please please recommend me artists and fics about him that you think is good it's been so looong since i've read or seen anything new that makes me attached to this little guy aughg<33333

[misaamoure]

“Shhhh.”

“Dr. Zayne…”

He put his thumb on the bridge of your glasses, pushing them up before moving it to your bottom lip.

His piercing green gaze followed his touch, staring intently at your flushed face.

“Suck.”

Well, I guess this is what you get for your incessant teasing.

But you couldn’t help it when Zayne looks so damn fine.

So now here you both were… pool cues abandoned to the side, with Zayne leaning back on the sides of the pool table and you on your knees in front of him.

His cock positioned right at your lips.

The red tip never looked so appealing, your eyes fleetingly followed the vein on the underside of his lengthy dick.

All you had done was innocently declare that you needed to powder your nose and you would be back soon.

It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t help but to have the idea to take your panties off while you were in there and unabashedly slipped them into his pockets upon your return.

Who knew he would react so viscerally? Who knew he would drop his pool cue and pull you into such a passionate kiss?

Who knew he’d bring his hands into your hair and tug softly at it, sending shivers down your spine? Who knew he’d drag his hands to your shoulders and gently push you down to your knees?

Clearly none of this was your fault… although your actions undoubtedly did lead you to where you are now.

“But Zayne,” you feigned worry to make yourself seem at least a little responsible. “What if someone walks in?”

“You choose to worry about that now? Where was this sense of awareness five minutes ago?”

Fuck. He got you there.

Ugh, whatever. You loved being a hot messy slut anyways.

Not breaking eye contact, you slowly took the tip of his cock into your mouth, causing him to hiss softly.

“My godddd,” you thought to yourself, eyes rolling back. “He tastes so fucking good.”

You temporarily got caught up in licking all the precum from the tip of his pretty cock, causing him to grab your chin and tip your head upwards to look back at him.

You peered up at him from the top of your frames.

“Concentrate.”

You smiled to the best of your ability, as well as you could with his cock in your mouth.

You felt the grip on your chin tense. You got him right where you want him.

Taking the hand on your chin into your own hand, you moved his hand to the back of your head.

Once again looking up at him over the top of your glasses, you slowly took his entire length into your mouth.

“Fuck…” he cursed, throwing his head back.

Hearing the sounds he was making and looking up at his flushed face made you wanna cum right then and there.

You kept at a steady rhythm for quite a while, bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

Running your tongue along the vein adorning his pretty dick, and giving an extra attentive suck to the tip every time you reached it.

Occasionally, you felt his hips stutter and buck forward to get even more of his dick down your throat.

His deep groans echoed through the room.

You knew exactly what he wanted.

Taking every inch of him in your mouth, you slowly released him and jerked him off while you briefly spoke.

You pushed up your glasses.

“Fuck my mouth, Dr. Zayne.”

Shivers went down his spine. He knew you were bold, but hearing it in such an intense moment made his knees weak.

Thank god he has a stellar poker face.

The room went silent for a few moments. You really couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He moved the hand that was jerking him off so eagerly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He said, almost breathlessly.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out; his invitation to begin.

Fuck, he felt like he could cum at just the sight of you.

He slowly pushed his cock back into your mouth, rubbing his tip back and forth a few times on your tongue, making you moan.

Once he was bottomed out in your throat, he started fucking your mouth in earnest.

Surely the sounds you two were making were audible from outside the room… but neither of you cared right now.

Each drag of his dick over your tongue and into your throat made you moan and gasp.

You’d always loved giving him head.

Zayne was making a fair amount of noise too. He was always relatively quiet but how could he be so in this situation?

Neither of your broke eye contact as he used you like a sex toy.

Your glasses moving with each thrust, and your eyes watering with tears running down your cheeks and ruining your mascara.

“I’m close.”

You hummed appreciatively, desperately. You wanted to make him cum so bad.

“If you look at me like that…” he groaned once again, started to speed up and get rougher.

A mixture of spit and precum slid past your plump lips and down your chin and he fucked your throat.

Suddenly grabbing the back of your head, he pushed his cock all the way down your throat as he came, making small thrusts to drag out his orgasm.

You swallowed every bit of his cum that he spilled down your throat.

Pulling himself out of your mouth, his cock twitched once more as another spurt of cum leaked out, this time landing on your face and glasses.

Usually Zayne would move quick to assist you, but neither of you moved.

He used his thumb and smeared the cum that landed on your cheek to the corner of your lips on into your mouth, which you readily accepted.

Once again looking up into his gorgeous eyes, you sucked on his thumb obediently.

Zayne exhaled softly.

“What am I going to do with you?”

[satoruhour]

LESSON NO. 1

a/n: bassist!geto teaching you how to play the guitar. loosely based off this but not really connected. as requested by @alcospray 💟 i dont play bass so i just watched a whole bunch of videos for just one song - any bass players wanna correct me feel free to do so ;"). only if u look like geto tho /j. they havent say the three words to each other yet, read it with that in mind :3

wc: 2.1k

“any update from your fan?” gojo nudges him playfully as they wait for the principle of the university to introduce their band for the freshmen orientation, which, weirdly, something that the four of them never thought would happen. they sang about topics that wouldn’t normally get talked about or were shunned — politics, capitalism, authoritarianism — and yet being introduced by the principle of their place of education was quite ironic.

the bassist doesn’t hear gojo at all, not even when his best friend tries to tease him by calling you his fan. there were too many things in geto’s mind way even before this whole performance: his finals, a rival band that sought out to create false rumours about them, you.

always, you, the unexpected distracting thing that infiltrates his mind without fail. from the first night you trodded over to his dorms, opening up to him and letting him take care of you, to the many dates after. he’s taken you to cafés, watched you study way too many times, or simply let you sit through one of his song formation days.

a conscious effort to keep his distance and everything is just you, you, you, and geto is terrified. he’s never liked the kind of love with strings attached, with those mushy, complicated feelings, but no one-night stand, no quick fuck has ever made him feel the way you do.

but lately, he’s seen less of you, unwillingly accepting the principle’s offer to perform for the freshmen because he knew you were one of the group leaders ushering in the new students. at least he could try to search for you in the crowds, even getting a cheeky little text about where your group was meant to sit a week ago. he could be granted at least that when you both have been working so hard for final exams that you two could hardly see each other.

although, throughout their whole set, he sees everyone but you. he loses the bass line often, looks lost on the stage, needs to be cued in, something that never happens to the geto suguru. he’s always been a natural, and yet when it comes to you, you ruin him in the best way possible.

“hey— hey! man, what was that?” gojo slaps him on the back but it doesn’t even register in geto’s head, not really bothered by how he messed up the performance if it wasn’t for gojo’s vocals and shoko adding in her own improvisations for her parts. nanami can only shrug as he comes around to geto’s front.

“she wasn’t there, i looked, too,” nanami mumbled, tapping his drumsticks on his shoulder, “but you’re the most passionate guy i know who loves his guitars and bass lines.”

gojo has to chime in, “he’s the only bass guitarist you know, nanamiii!” and shoko pulls him back with a smack to the back of his head.

the dark-haired guy only clicks his tongue, “sorry ’bout him.”

nanami waves his drumsticks before pointing them at his face, “i know you’re obsessed with her, but i don’t wanna be a drummer if i can’t work with my bassist. sort this out before our next gig. she’s a sweet girl . . just, not when it’s at the expense of the band.”

geto only sighs in relief, landing a hand on his drummer’s shoulder.

“thank you, nanami.” the two exchange smiles before he gives a salute to his other two friends (“do you think he finally loves someone enough for him to be distracted on stage?” shoko says, and gojo gasps dramatically), heading out from the wings and down the stairs at the front of the stage where people look confused at the recent performer looking high and low for where your group was meant to be seated.

he sees not you, but rather your group leader mates who he’s at least seen pictures of, so he has no qualms about heading over to ask about your whereabouts — “the last thing she told our head group leader was that she was down with a nasty flu . . terrible fever and all. our main group leader went to her dorms to check on her and she’s unfit for doing orientations activities. we just sent her loads of soup packets and pei pa koa’s.”

geto laughs at the last part, knowing your need for sweet things. when it’s combined with a soothing coating for your throat, it’s pretty much the only thing you take when you’re sick. with a quick thanks, geto races for the campus bus straight to your dorm, the bass carried on his back rattling with his capo, chord sheets and mute nosily.

at least your annoying roommate’s gone home before school starts so it’s only you when geto knocks on the door. his knuckles rap against the wood, heart breaking when he hears your hoarse voice answer from the other side. soon, he can hear your feet moving towards the door, but it takes a while from how your body is, knocking over some things in the process.

“c-coming!” you groan out, wrapped in layers of clothing and feeling so hot you feel like you were in hell. but you aren’t expecting the sight when you open the door: your boyfriend panting, the guitar case behind him only telling you he’s come straight from the freshmen gig, the expression on his face.

“s-su!” you exclaim, both excitedly and a little worried because you didn’t want to get him sick, something you regret immediately when you go to clutch your throat.

“oh, baby,” geto brushes the hoodie off your head and brushes away the mess of your hair, “you look so pale, i— i would’ve come sooner if i knew—!”

“that’s why i didn’t tell you,” you pout, pushing away his hand gently and stepping back. it hurts to speak, but you feel like you at least need to explain your absence to him, “i was afraid you’d ditch the performance. also— don’t want you to get sick.”

suguru’s expression softens, “don’t worry about me, doll. come,” he takes one more step towards you and you feel so safe with him you don’t take a step away, “let me take care of you.”

the next hours are full of geto, a revered bassist in an upcoming band who dons long hair, piercings and has a menacing dragon down his arm alongside some boots, taking care of you. he runs back and forth between the pantry to make sure you have enough hot water, boiling hot soup to drink, enough layers to keep you warm and even calling gojo to get some tylenol from the supermarket.

“take a breather, sugu, i’m not gonna die,” you laugh slightly with a rasp to your voice, squeezing his hand as you rest against his shoulder. he’s made sure you at least have something in your stomach and enough hot water to power a hot spring, worry showing through his heartbeat when the hand he holds is still so warm.

“you’re heating up loads, baby,” geto frowns, turning his head to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he rolls his eyes when he hears it’s because you’re here. “do you want me to put cool towels on your head?”

you giggle again and cough, sniffling the mucus back up your nose, “no, it’s okay — you’d have to go to the pantry again to get water and i just want . . you here.”

suguru only hums, something akin to a melody that you don’t quite know but you’re happy to listen to his gruff voice anyway. the way he vibrates as he hums sends a calming feeling right to your body, and how he looks and feels so different from the very first time you were alone together.

he seemed so cool, passing the blunt to you and blowing his smoke into your mouth, kissing you like you’re just another girl in his roster; but right now, you were far from it.

now, not only is he still cool, but he’s also the most caring person you know and is something so far from his appearance and band: this is just one in many instances of how much he takes care of you. from the same fingers that strum upon the stainless steel, they travel miles over your body, your face like the first songs he learned on the guitar, weaving a melody and language so intricate only the two of you speak it.

silently, you feel him push you forward while he slots his legs on the other side of your body, letting you naturally rest with your back to his chest. “wanna learn?”

“i am in the most terrible state, suguru,” you whisper, reaching over to take a tissue. there, you blow your nose and clear out your nostrils until the next round, groaning softly at the grossness of the tissue.

“ohh . . but wasn’t someone saying that she isn’t dying?”

your jaw drops, “i can’t believe you would use that against me.”

the corners of your boyfriend’s lips turn up in a sly smile, “just quoting my girl. but—”

this time, he’s the one reaching over much further than you, hand clutching the neck of the guitar through the bag. gently, he settles it on both your laps, laughing when a small oof leaves your lips at just how heavy his bass was.

“i’ll do all the playing, you just mirror my movements.” with one more kiss to your temple, geto reaches around easily to play the starting notes of psycho killer. while there’s a clear layering of the lead, vocals and drums in his head, you’re just left confused by the repetitive bass.

but soon, you’re able to catch the notes that repeat over eight counts, hypnotised by the other’s longer fingers as they transition into the chorus line. it’s a little more complicated, now, descending into chords that you frankly don’t have any grasp on. one look at your face is enough to send him into soft laughter.

“okay, okay, let’s just focus on the verse.” if you weren’t feeling lightheaded from the fever before, you are now when geto curls his hands around yours, placing your finger easily on the fifth fret of the first string.

“so here . . we have the first bar of A notes, easy? then . .” he demonstrates the first four notes, plucking the strings for you before moving it down to the third fret to play the G note. a small smile spreads across his face when you slowly get the hang of it: six notes of A, two eighth notes, and then a G on the same string. geto slowly releases his left, letting you play on the melody while he helps you to pluck.

“that’s it,” still natural, it doesn’t faze geto at all to nuzzle his head into your neck from behind and to start kissing up your shoulder to your jaw, fingers still expertly plucking the string. the both of you repeat the bass line until he’s grabbing your awkward right hand and quietly, he angles your fingers so you’re following him, “you’re a fast learner.”

“i have a great teacher,” you mumble, and suguru doesn’t tell you that you just willingly kissed his jaw out of habit — because he knows you’d freak out at the possibility of getting him sick. it’s sweet, that in your delirious state you’re still acting out of admiration at the back of your mind. like the bass, loving geto feels as natural as the repetitiveness of psycho killer.

the bass notes reverberates through your bodies, just almost acting like a trance that makes your fingers falter upon the steel strings. he goes on to slowly play the chorus, stretching his fingers into weird shapes. he plays various chords, voice cracking just a bit when he tries to sing the vocals and you laugh softly.

“i just don’t have satoru’s higher register.” geto jokes, knowing you’re close to falling asleep from the way you hum and give one worded answers, so he easily takes over from you, changing it to an easy song. you let the low notes of the bass serenade you to sleep as you curl more into your boyfriend, but not before you hear a glimpse of geto’s harmonised singing to yellow.

it’s not often you hear him sing, being a bassist and all, but there is a nice edge to his voice — not quite made for vocals but you know he can do it if he tries. and even if you don’t voice it out, geto thinks the same thing. it’s similar to this stupid love thing that’s got him all tangled up and distracted, too, and he realises so many new things about himself through you.

you give love a fresh breath of life, nothing like the things suguru sings about in his unfinished demos and notebooks — multitude of things that involved you and his fucked-up perceptions and the foolishness of his parents telling him he’d find the same. you are all he thinks about when he sees the black cough syrup and he can’t stop craving the feel of your body against his.

the moment your breathing turns even and you sag against his embrace is when the strings stops and his breathing escalates. in geto suguru’s arms is the personification of something he never thought he would let into his life, yet you carry the choirs of love and acceptance so effortlessly like heath’s bass guitar solos and atsushi sakurai’s spotless vocals.

suguru’s head simply falls onto your unknowing shoulder, a small fuck that leaves his lips and a smile that he can’t contain is all he needs to know.

@mysugu @suget @slttygeto @na-t0 💟

[coff-in]

You know that last post about Andy being a reluctant sex maniac? It occurs to me if he really could just bust that hard on a daily basis, he'd probably like to experiment a little with it (maybe in a way that won't put someone in a hospital though). Say maybe you're stuck without food so he makes a, say, special bowl of clam chowder- extra thick and salty, just for you. (No you can't ask how he made it. It's a secret. Shut up. No don't share it with Ashley she can get something on her own.)

Then, by some miracle, you actually like it enough that you might try it again later, and he feels like just hearing that feedback gave his body the express command to refill right the fuck back up with enough for another few batches. Then, if he gets the food needed (probably from a more resourceful [reader] scrounging up some more ingredients) he starts putting it in other things he makes when nobody else is looking- the mayonnaise in your sandwich, the glazing of some rolls, the batter for some pancakes, a special protein shake- you think he's really on a roll with learning new recipes and getting some passion for the culinary arts during these rough days, but at the heart of it he's really just gotten addicted to the thought of filling you up with his jizz.

Somehow I think Ashley would do something similar- though she probably wouldn't be as good at hiding it or being too subtle. If it wouldn't be putting her cum into random things you and Andy had to eat, it'd be her bargaining a random neighbor off to a devil so she can lactate at will, then insisting on pouring you all a nice glass of milk for breakfast each day. And if she ever actually gets to know about Andrew and sees he's also doing funny shit with what you've been serving, she'd egg him on to go further and combine their "resources" to see what they can get away with, and ask for discreet lessons in cooking so she can feed you her own tainted dishes. And you'd be so, so incapable of just turning the two down, because as far as you know, hey, they made it for you! Poor, immature Ashley learned to make something nice from her sweet big brother just to make you happy! You wouldn't turn down a helping of special-made, sugar-glazed, extra-protein pancakes just because they taste a little off sometimes, would you?

notes from coff-in: reluctant sex maniac andrew my beloved <3 you guys don't understand the emotion i felt waking up at 6 o'clock in the morning and seeing that in my inbox. went through several stages of disgusted, amused, and horny. andrew must be tired slinging that huge log between his legs, having everyone tease him about that thick outline in his pants or the round bulge... he could hide it in me if he wants to

[gender neutral] reader-insert, NSFW

if [reader] was like me they'd eat anything edible without question. andrew hands them fucking extra creamy clam chowder and [reader]'s like "aw hell yeah, thanks :)" like NOO??? where tf did he get EXTRA CREAMY CLAM CHOWDER??? and why can't ashley eat any??? wouldn't question anything, just thankful to be eating something while stick in quarantine

the "mayo" sandwich is so funny for that fan service/horny potential because maybe andrew adds too much and when [reader] takes a bite, the mayo just squirts out the sandwich from the other end. they scoop it up with their fingers and then suck it, running their tongue over their fingers going "mmmh! it's kinda salty but it's tastes good!" andrew's watching [reader] eat with wide eyes and feels another batch weighing heavy in his balls, waiting to enter [reader]

i like to think that in this scenario that [reader] is good friends with andrew and ashley. yeah sometimes [reader]'s eyes wander towards andrew's uncomfortably, unreasonably big and needy endowments (never letting that go) but they still like andrew for the cynical english nerd that he is and ashley for the annoying and teasing girl that she is. i think that's how ashley came to think "yeah... i wanna feed them my fluids"

she'd be so teasing about it, hinting that it's "made with love" and it's a "family recipe" while they drink coffer made with her breast milk (maybe it's a breast milk tea for [reader] if they don't like coffee). it's a crazy thought seeing ashley standing over a dead body in the middle of a pentagram talking to a demonic entity "i want to be able to lactate" crazy...

andrew and ashley sneak around the kitchen so they could have their "cooking lessons" while [reader] is sleeping. i think [reader] would try to make them something in return, an honest and genuine attempt at a meal to say thank you to them "i know it's not as good as your food but i really appreciate you guys and the food you've been making me" it touches andrew and ashley's hearts

they get off to the idea of [reader] taking the "special ingredients" straight from the source :3

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coff-in

[katsukiib]

───── The Liquor

❥ (Aged Up) ; Katsuki Bakugo , SMUT 18+

❥ CW : Cheating, Cursing, Mention Of Drinking, Choking, Unprotected + Public Sex.

❥ IN WHICH, at a house party, Y/n gotten drunk and can't hold back her actions with her ex any longer, despite having a boyfriend.

❥ WC : 692

"You being serious?"

"Mmhm." Y/n hummed with a nod as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closely. “I might have taken a few shots but I'm not lying..."

"It’s been so long, Katsuki. I miss you.”

“You know we can’t anymore.” He muttered.

His hands softly rubbed her waist as he gently nudged her away. “You got a boyfriend, remember? Be careful or he’ll see us.” To her ears, he just sounded a bit jealous, maybe.

“I don’t care about him, I want you.” She whined a bit and grasped his hand, moving closer to him again.

"Never thought you'd admit it." Katsuki let out a small chuckle. "It's always been obvious, but you really wanna risk it?" He uttered these words as she leaned in for a kiss but playfully shifted to whisper in his ear instead.

"I'll risk anything for you. Even if he finds out about us, I wouldn't care. You know I still love you." The tone of her voice already got to him, always having this kind of effect on him.

"Shit..."

Stimulating his sexual desire, her delicate hands caressed his chest and arms, exacerbating his struggle to restrain himself to engage in any intimacy with Y/n, knowing she was in a current relationship.

But they both knew he wanted it just as much as she did right now.

"It's hard to stay away from you, Y/n." He groaned slightly.

Feeling the curves of her body with his hands, he reaches down to gently squeeze her ass.

"I know." She smiled and gave him a innocent look as she gazed intently into his eyes while sliding her hand down onto his erection, giving it a small light grip. He felt himself harden further under her touch.

"Follow me."

"More, Katsuki!" He was fucking her from behind while she was bent over the bathroom counter, causing her to moan loudly from the backshots she received.

It was difficult to hear her moans from outside of the bathroom, thanks to the loud music that was playing on speakers in the house.

They had never experienced such pleasure and enjoyment with anyone else. Despite their breakup that happened many months ago, they still had desire for each other. Even while engaging with someone new, thoughts of each other would persist. They were unaware of how much they missed each other until this moment.

His hand gripped her hip as his other hand wrapped around the front of her neck, causing her eyes to roll back, no longer being able to see how sexy he looked in the mirror from the feeling of her tight wet cunt wrapped around his cock.

Knowing her body, he stops and leaves himself deep inside of her, hearing her whimper as her thighs began to shake and she pulsed around him, reaching her second orgasm tonight.

He pulls her to lean up a bit and kisses her neck before whispering in her ear, "One more time, baby? Think you can handle that?"

"F'course, Katsuki."

"Good girl." He whispered as he pulled out of her and turned her around before lifting her onto the bathroom counter.

She moans as she felt his hard cock slide into her, and he braced her legs up firmly by her thighs. He began to thrust his hips, wasting no time to start fucking her harder.

She could feel the heat from his body and see the pleased look on his face from how tight and wet she was, which made her feel even more hot and quickly reach her climax.

He moaned as he pulled out and released onto her stomach, slowly stroking his cock.

"Fuck, Katsuki..." She exhaled, her voice filled with desire.

Finishing with a passionate kiss they shared as he could still taste the liquor that lingered on her tongue, he priorities her needs and proceeded to tidy her physique first before tending his own.

"I really missed you, y'know that?" Y/n reminded him, smiling as she admired him.

He helped slide her underwear back on and kept her steady on her two unbalanced feet.

"I missed you too."

[tokki-tteokbokki]

One by One

Chapter Five: Catfish

Seungmin x Fem Reader

MDNI

18+

Synopsis:

After constantly fighting with your boyfriend, Jisung, your relationship abruptly ends.

Unaware of the secret hope of your relationship's demise by your friends.

One by one, the boys can't help themselves.

Chapter Four:

Chapter Six:

Warnings:

dirty dirty smut like usual :), breakup, angry mean jisung, mild physical altercation, unprotected sex, passion💃🏻,

“You guys did… what?” Seungmin scooted closer to Jeongin on the couch. “Uh.” Jeongin turned pink he wasn’t expecting a text from Minho starting a group chat with Chan. Minho’s texts read carefully.

Minho Hyung: Looks like (y/n) is making the rounds. Jisung just saw Changbin and (y/n) down in the gym mounting each other. I haven’t told him anything about me or you guys. Keep it quiet or we’re all fucked.

Jeongin had heard his phone ping from the kitchen, Seungmin was getting them both some snacks to watch their movie. He asked Seungmin to bring it over. As Apple products would have it, as soon as Seungmin picked it up the screen illuminated and his eyes read the secret his three members were keeping.

“All of you fucked (y/n)?” Seungmin’s voice was quiet and curious, he wanted to know everything. “Yeah…” Jeongin inhaled slowly, his mind began to play back the memory of hearing you and Minho to fucking you in the plane. Seungmin perked up like an eager puppy “When? How?” he pressed. Jeongin stayed silent in embarrassment “Tell me!” He pleaded. Jeongin didn’t know how to answer him, does he tell him about the way he lurked when you were getting fucked? Does he explain how he railed you 30,000ft in the air. “I wanna fuck her too.” Seungmin’s statement broke Jeongin’s scattered thoughts with pure shock. “What?” He coughed “I wanna fuck her.” Seungmin asserted. “I- I don’t- Dude!” Jeongin stuttered. Realizing Jeongin wouldn’t be much help he picked up Jeongin’s phone.

“What are you doing?” Jeongin peered over his shoulder as he watched him open your contact information. “I’m going to fuck her.” He smirked. He opened messaged and began typing. Jeongin freaked at the sight of the message “No! No way!” He tried to reach for his phone “Give it back!” Seungmin kept him at bay as he finished his message and sent it off. “Don’t be selfish.” Seungmin stopped fighting and gave his phone back. Jeongin worriedly looked at the message “This isn’t going to work. She gonna think you’re me!” “Exactly! She’s not going to come over here if i propositioned her. Better someone she’s already done says something.” He chuckled “Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work. Just let me keep texting her on your phone.” He patted Jeongin on the back. “We’re so fucked.” He sighed, sinking back into the couch.

After a nice shower with Changbin you said your goodbye and made your way back to your apartment down the hall. Your abdomen achy from all the clenching you did around Changbin’s cock. You chuckled to yourself smirking, that leaves three left. You shook you head, what were you thinking? Were you really expecting to fuck the last three members?

You sighed, your head dropping and your eyes following to the floor. Stuck in your own head, you felt your phone vibrate. It was Jeongin. He… Oh my.

Jeongin: Noona, I can’t stop thinking about you… I keep thinking about when we fucked. I need more. Come over, let me fuck you again.

Your mouth dropped open and your chest quickened. Before you could register anything you heard a door open. It was Minho’s and Jisung’s apartment just ahead of you. Jisung came into view. He looked at you, his eyes ignited like the flames of hell. You slightly cowered but then found some confidence to try to walk past him. He stood still in front of his door when suddenly you felt his hand grab your arm. “What the hell?” You jerked against his grip. “Changbin? Seriously?” He spat out, you felt your stomach sink. “What?” “I saw you.” He interrogated “Jisung let go.” You wiggled against him again “Once a slut always a slut.” He aggressively released your arm. Your body began to burn at his words. How dare he bring up your past like that.

You had a phase before you and him started dating. Stricken by numbness and craving control, you hooked up with a number of people. Most you don’t even remember. When you two started dating, Jisung never held it against you and told you that your worth didn’t come from your body count. He loved you no matter what.

You never expected him to insult you like this, taking such a low and brutal blow at you. “You did not just-“ “Even more, one of my best friends?” Your blood ran cold “It’s not-“ “It’s not what I think?” He interrupted you. “Why don’t you fuck all my friends?” He let out a angry chuckle “Even then, probably wouldn’t be enough for a whore like you.” Your eyes widened and you could feel the sting of tears coming forward. Instead of crying you felt this indescribable rage, your tears suddenly dissolved back into your eyes. You lunged forward, you shoved Jisung hard “Go fuck yourself.” You growled. He looked at you stunned, he had never seen you like this. You turned around and walked down the hall to your apartment, not bothering to look back.

Slamming the door behind you, you held your phone up. Opening the conversation with Jeongin. He wants to call me a slut? Fine, I’ll give them a slut then.

(y/n): Let me get changed, be there in 10.

“Oh shit.” Jeongin gasped, holding his phone with two hands “What?” Seungmin perked up from his laying position on the couch “Ya!” He messily crawled over the pillows and throw blanket to reach Jeongin. Still speechless, he snatched the phone out of his hands. “Oh shit.” Seungmin repeated. He immediately stood up “Go to your room.” He ordered Jeongin “Huh?!” He looked at his roommate confused “Screw you, you go to your room.” Jeongin retorted, trying to grab his phone back. “I’ll make dinner for the next week.” Seungmin offered, anything to get his chance to be buried inside you. Jeongin sighed “Call.” He shook Seungmin’s hand, yanked his phone back and made his way to his bedroom.

With Jeongin out of the way, Seungmin paced around the living room before taking a seat. This was the longest ten minutes of his life. Anxious he stared at the door thinking about what he was going to do when he opened the door, how he was going to kiss you, how he was going to touch you, how he was going to fu-

Knock knock.

He froze for a second, exe.Seungmin stopped working. He almost robotically stood up and then dashed to the door. He took a deep breath and turned the handle, opening the door. You looked up as the door opened and met Seungmin’s eyes. “Oh hey.” You greeted him, completely unaware of the plan at hand. “Hey, come in.” He opened the door wider, allowing you to enter. “Jeongin texted me..” You began “He’s not here.” You furrowed your brows in confusion “Huh, he asked me to-“ Something took over him he backed you up until your back hit the door. “I couldn’t let him have all the fun.” Your eyes widened “You know-“ “About him, Minho Hyung, Channie Hyung, and Changbin Hyung.. Yeah I know everything.” There was nowhere to run, his eyes locked you in place.

“Just getting us all, huh?” He cocked his head to the side, slightly leaning down to really put the spotlight on you. He cheekily smirked “It’s my turn to have my way with you.” His fingers came up and brushed the side of your cheek before trailing to lightly trace your lips and move down your neck to your collarbones. Finding your voice “What are you going to do?” you asked, tilting your head up in confidence.

A smirk splayed across his face, he leaned in leaving a trail of soft kisses up your neck to your ear. “I’m going to use this cock” he pressed himself into you, making you feel how hard he was “to stretch you out, make you scream, make you shake… I’m going to make you scream my name” His voice gave you goosebumps, his large hands cupped your tits over your shirt “I’m going to play with these perky tits.” His fingers trailed down your sides to your waist. He deepened the pressure of his crotch on you. His hands travelled to your front, sliding swiftly to cup your aching cunt. “I’m going to fuck this little hole of yours until you’re completely spent.” You squirmed against his hand.

Seungmin’s eyes became dark with lust. He slowly inched his lips to yours. Slowly, then all at once pulling you into a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and warm, he tasted so good. Your mouths moved deeply, you swung your arms around his neck, adding to the heat. His tongue glided against your bottom lip, you opened up allowing him entry. Your mouths were full of each other, the wet sounds were all you could hear until Seungmin let out low groans. You tasted so good, better than he ever imagined.

You lifted your leg up to which Seungmin picked you up with ease. You wrapped your legs around him, your fingers tangled in his hair, his hands supporting your ass. Never breaking the kiss, Seungmin carefully stepped towards the kitchen counter, sitting you on top of it. Your legs never letting him go, he pulled out from the kiss. Admiring your swollen lips and flush cheeks he sunk himself into your neck, kissing and licking his way around. You let out a soft moan, you sounded too good. “Louder” He grunted as his hand wandered to your breast. “Seungmin” You moaned as he squeezed you “More” Without a second thought he pulled your shirt over your head.

The thin fabric of your bralette was the only barrier left. He hungrily kissed your chest, moving from each side to give each one his full attention. You moaned louder “Seungmin… Don’t tease.” He smiled against your skin, his fingers pulling down the lace to expose your nipple. You looked down and watched as he stuck his tongue out and lightly swirled around your areola. “Ah!” You whimpered “Seungmin” You continued chanting his name as he moved his tongue around before sealing his lips around your desperate nipple. Your moans were angelic to him, he could listen to them on a continuous loop.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, you pulled each time he sucked harder. He groaned into your breast which just made you pull harder. “Enough.” You pushed him away and grabbed his shirt, taking it off him. You repeated his neck kissing, he let out whines and moans. You reached down and felt his bulging erection through his sweatpants. Seungmin rocked himself into your hand, you didn’t think it was possible to be that hard. Worried his dick would explode you looked up at him with your gorgeous glazed eyes. “Fuck me.” You ordered. His smile coming back, he wrapped your legs around and carried you down the hall to his room, kissing and grabbing at each other.

He laid you down softly, hovering over you before dropping his hips to meet with your centre. You cried out in pleasure as his hardened cock was grinding into your clit. The feeling was too hot, he needed more. He stripped you of your bottoms before taking his off. He lined himself up with your entrance. You both panted in anticipation, he slowly eased himself inside you. “Oh my God.” He moaned, feeling your warm tight hole swallow him up. “So tight, even after Hyung stretched you out.” He smirked. You moaned back in agreement, his long dick sliding in deeper, pressing against your cervix. The deep penetration made you gasp “Seungmin!” His eyes met yours “That’s right baby, say my name.” He pulled back and pushed back in, hitting the same spot “Seungmin!” You yelped “Fuck, don’t stop.” He grunted, picking up the pace.

He rocked into you harder making your eyes roll back and obscenities fall from your lips. His face scrunched as he watched you lose yourself on his dick. The sounds of slapping skin and moans echoed off the walls. He knew Jeongin could definitely hear. What he didn’t know was that Jeongin was outside his bedroom door, furiously tugging his own dick to the sounds coming from the other side. Old habits die hard, Jeongin thought.

“Seungmin, I’m going to-“ “I know baby, me too” He cut you off “Go on, cum on me.” He breathed hard, his thrusts became stronger “Ah!” You squealed. Your eyes squeezed shut and your pussy contracted hard around him. “Seungmin!!” You screamed out in sinful pleasure as you came around him “(y/n)… Fuck!” His face contorted and he held his breath, coating your walls with his cum. You felt Seungmin’s staggered breaths against your neck, your chest heaving from the experience.

Catching his breath he stood up “I’m gonna get a towel.” He made his way to the door, in that moment you both heard a stumbling and a door slam. You perched up on your elbows “hE’s NoT hERe.” you mocked with a laugh, Seungmin rolled his eyes and chuckled.

He returned with a towel and cleaned you up. The atmosphere was calm and peaceful, something you hadn’t had in a long time. Seungmin laid back beside you, pulling the covers over. “So” He began “So?” You repeated back, looking into his puppy eyes “Who’s next?”

Minho retreated into his room, plopping himself down on his stomach. He opened his phone and went to messages. Just when I thought things couldn’t get more interesting, he thought, tapping on Changbin’s name.

Minho: Seo Changbin~ssi

Bin almost immediately replied.

Changbin: Why?

Minho: Jisung saw you and (y/n)

The silence was telling, Changbin knew he was fucked but he didn’t know how he was going to get out of this one.

Minho: ????

Minho: ?????

Changbin: Shit.

Minho chuckled to himself.

Minho: You’re not the only one.

Changbin froze and began frantically typing.

Changbin: …what do you mean???

Minho let him sit with the vague text for a moment

Changbin: YA

Changbin: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?!?

It was almost as if Minho could hear Changbin’s loud voice through the text. He tapped the groupchat and added Changbin in.

Changbin was shocked to see the names in the group.

Minho: Welcome brother.

Changbin: THE FUCK IS THIS????

Chan: Exactly what you think it is.

Minho: See? You’re not the only one😄

Suddenly another name appeared in the group.

Jeongin: Man down🫡

Seungmin: 😇

Minho pricelessly laughed at his phone

Chan: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Minho: That was quick

Jeongin: Don’t even get me started on how he did it🙃

Seungmin: 🐱🐟

Changbin: …..

Changbin: All of you?

Chan: I was first

Minho: I was second

Jeongin: …third

Minho: As hilarious as this is, we have a problem. Jisung’s on the warpath. On the bright side, he only knows about Changbin. The rest of us are safe.

Changbin: FUCK YOU GUYSㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Chan: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Jeongin: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Seungmin: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Minho: Changbin, it was nice knowing you🥰

Changbin: …..

Minho: Don’t worry I have an idea

Minho smiled to himself because he knew exactly how to fix this. After all, he knew Jisung the best.

[pseudosis]

i need aftercare with jet i swear hes just so genuine deep inside and it always shows whenever him snd reader js finished - whether it was a quickie or a whole ass marathon

A stray bead of sweat, conjured up from the throes of undeniable passion that found itself being so profound, that the windows of the car fogged over. It sauntered gently down the frame of his face, leading itself to its eventual fall from the bottom of his chin. The both of you could hardly muster any words to come about in the aftermath of this, tryst, that had you both naked and vulnerable to each other’s eyes.

Vulnerability is not foreign to him, but it’s still hard to figure out in his own sense of emotions. This was more than different, very diverse from the kind of vulnerability you would have to break down in solem tears at the funeral of a good friend. Different than the kind to have when you’re experiencing a bad trip in front of others at a trashy house party.

Or maybe it was, just in a vastly new situation, in a different font. Jet didn’t know, but it left his heart sore – in a good sense. In his mind lay a plethora of words, thoughts, feelings he’d prefer to keep away and drown out. Looking helpless and dependent at the thought alone sent a raging disgust to travel throughout his all. Especially in front of you. Oh, he’d put his own gun in his mouth now and triggered it if it meant letting his shell crumble, and reveal a broken down version of himself.

After all, he was on top of you, the one who had to give it to you as you expected and privileged him with your complete trust in doing this. He couldn’t be weak, not right now. What was needed at the moment was attentiveness, care, you were a mess, of course he would not leave you that way.

“Hey kid, stay with me, ‘kay?”

Those words spilled out softer than originally expected, giving a feeble nod back as acknowledgment to his voice, Jet’s hands found themselves set on finding something to clean you up with. He had no towels, nothing proper, but he did in fact has a shirt that he of course used to wipe away your mess, and your body. The fabric would graze over the entirety of your frame, soaking up all the sweat, the saliva, the essence from which came from within yourself.

His shirt was now covered in you, in your candy sweet scent, that one perfume you happened to purchase the other day that he particularly loved. It mirrored your soul in a sense, a genuine concoction of what would be the scent of your inner character if it had one. Never once did it diminish away from your air, no not like the cheap perfume that lasted at most one to two hours. Rather, nearly all day. He could smell it whirling around in his nostrils the entirety of the time that was spent together, up to now.

A blanket was not in his vicinity unfortunately, however, he would dress you back up again. Slipping your panties to roll up past your hips into place, snapping your bra into place again. Lowering your shirt back over your mostly bare torso, aiding you in tugging your arms through each sleeve in no hurry at all. Trying his all to fix up your hair to how it was before, well, something close enough.

Really, he only ended up fucking it up even more, but who were you to criticize? Not many would make an effort this great after sex, especially someone with Jet’s personality. Well, on the surface that’s what you think at least.

“What kind of food do you wanna eat? We could see what’s open because I’m no cook.”

A real chuckle came from you at his unintentionally charming words. Letting a hand gently caress his face affectionately, you found your answer while digging deep into whatever lied beyond those familiar pair of darkly colored eyes. As thick and bold like molasses, but so obviously sweet, at least whenever he’s looking at you.

“Alright Jee, that’s fine with me. I do hope you’re planning on putting your clothes back on before driving though.”

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you hear him huff out an amused laugh. Urging you to come into his arms to fill in the often lonely space that was made up of really only himself.

[jake-g-lockley]

If you want to, no pressure, #19 with dear Marc fronting, but can contain all moon boys of course. Really anything you wanna do is fine with me. Just excited to see what you come up with lovely.

Problems (Marc Spector x reader)

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A/N: Melodyyyyyy hehe I love me some heated Marc Spector content too. Thanks for the ask lovelyy! 

Warnings: MDNI, Making out, dry humping (if ya squint mate), hair pulling, swearing, tiny mention of Wendy (im so fucking sorry y’all)

Word Count: 1.5k

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Marc Spector wasn’t in the best of moods.

He took a deep breath and held his textbooks close, counting random numbers to clear his head as the elevator brought him to his floor. He was exhausted, tired from the failing classes and yelling at the lecturers. He just wanted to dump all of his books onto his bed, grab his gym bag and release some steam in the gym. That was all he had to do to make him relax.

Simple right?

Wrong.

Marc’s other problem lived in his dorm with him and that problem was you. It had been weeks and the both of you had been trying hard to move out of the dorm, but everytime you did, there was a scheduling error that could not be solved which only made the both of you more frustrated. 

You had created a set of rules for the both of you to follow and you followed them religiously. You were the quiet studious girl while Marc was the unbothered jock who did not give a shit about any rule. That’s why the both of you didn’t get along. In fact, you hated each other with a burning passion, passion so fiery that you both could probably blow up the entire row of dorm rooms if you wanted to. 

Marc rolled his eyes and set his hand on the doorknob, knowing what awaited him on the other side. He flung the door open and you turned to glare at him from your desk. 

“Not a word, I don’t want to hear it.” Marc says before you even open your mouth.

“You fucked a chick here when I was at the library! Are you out of your goddamn mind, Spector?” you stood up and slammed your textbook close. 

“I said, I don’t want to hear it.” he pushed again, not wanting to look at you as he shoved things into his gym bag at a rapid pace. 

“You think it's fun to chase someone out of my dorm at 3 am in the fucking morning? You really think the world revolves around you huh?” your rage was boiling over you and you wanted nothing more than to beat Marc Spector to pulp with your bare hands.

You were tired with the way he waltzed around as if he owned the place, as if he could just do as he pleased wherever and whenever. He was moving around the room, mumbling the word “deodorant” and tossing things around. 

“Yea I fucked that chick, so what? What are you gonna do about it? All you do is sleep over your books and worry about studying, what am I supposed to do about it?” He grumbles back, pulling his pillow to check his bed for the missing item. 

You stared at him, appalled at his stupidity. 

“I don’t even do anything to you Spector, why are you doing this to make my life so fucking miserable?” you yell, unable to control yourself any longer. 

To your shock, Marc slides his hand across his desk, causing his pencil holder to go flying across the room, making you gasp. He screams in frustration, and slumps onto his bed with his face in his hands, unable to stop the angry tears from leaving his eyes. He barely let himself take a breath before he looked at you, his head yearning to say sorry but his mouth twisting into a wild scowl worthy of his own mother’s anger. Your heart drops to your stomach as you take note of the tears staining his face, unable to move a muscle as he slowly lifts himself from off his bed. 

“You wanna talk about the things you do to me? Huh?” he says coldly prowling closer to you, like a panther about to strike. 

You find the brain power to make your legs move but you stumble into your chair, catching yourself at the last second. You were confused. What the hell could you have possibly done to Marc that you were unaware about?

“You, you’re the one who makes me miserable, not the other way around, so please don’t tell me that I am anywhere close to making your life agonisingly painful.” he growled through gritted teeth. 

He was getting closer now, you could see the angry vein popping from his neck.

“You wanna talk about how you pull my head right out of a lesson and into all the things I would do to you?” your eyes widened slightly and your ears perked up at the way his voice dropped slightly.

“You wanna talk about how I catch myself watching you when you slowly rub your makeup off your face and do that little smile when you’re done wishing that I could be the cause of that smile?” 

Butterflies took over and began their assault on every inch of your body, sending an array of goosebumps up your spine. 

“You wanna talk about how I sometimes make the mistake of looking at you when you’re fast asleep, wishing that that pillow you hug between your legs was me instead?” 

He was so close to the point that you could see minuscule tear drops clinging to his beautiful lashes.

“You wanna talk about how much I would do just to feel your lips against mine?” 

The last line came out as a whisper, almost as if Marc didn’t want to admit it, almost as if it was a secret too blasphemous that he would rather pay whatever price he had to pay in hell rather than say it directly to your face. But it was too late, he had already done it.

You were surprised that your anger flared harder through your body, almost like a rush of adrenalin as you stared into Marc Spector’s wrathful brown eyes. Your hand shot forward and you grabbed him by the collar of his soft hoodie and you pulled him with all your strength, surprising him and making him stumble into you.

“If you’re so fucking desperate then just kiss me, you fool!” you spat, watching at the exact second when the air in the room changed to something that was out of your control. 

Marc closes the gap between the both of you in an instant, sweeping you off your feet as his lips came crashing against yours. His hands gripped at your hips hard before coiling around your waist and pulling you ever so close, crushing every bone that existed in your body. You moan into the kiss, your arm looped itself around his neck and your free hand combs up his curls for purchase, pulling hard as Marc deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth with enough fervour to turn you into mush, almost as if he was begging you to let him be mad at you.

Once Marc Spector got a taste of you, he couldn’t stop. His hands moved quickly and almost fluidly, snaking under your sweatshirt to feel your skin. Only when you pressed harder against him did he slide his hand to squeeze one of your breasts, nipping at your bottom lip at the same time and making you whine his name and breathe hard against his face. 

“Fuck I want to hear that again.” he said pushing you towards and down onto your bed. 

His lips met yours more carefully this time and you could feel him keening into your touch as you slid your own hands up his hoodie and pressed your palms against his broad chest. You broke off the kiss and pushed him down instead, the vexation you felt against him slowly morphing into a confidence that you’d never thought you had as you straddled his waist. You brought your hand back up to the back of his head and pulled on his curls once more, making him arch back with a moan, exposing his neck for you to devour. 

You started your assault on his neck, kissing, biting and sucking in a pattern that had him writhing against you, grinding his hips up to meet yours. His hands couldn’t seem to let go of you, as if he was absolutely hopeless without the feeling of you. All of his frustrations melted away and were replaced with a soft feeling of needing to float away from all his problems with you. 

Once you were satisfied with the litter of marks you had left on him, you gave him one last, softer peck on his lips and slotted your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, catching your breath as you relaxed onto his body, covering him like a weighted blanket. You only came to your senses once you felt Marc’s hand in your hair, softly brushing through each strand with his fingers. Your hand found his and you laced your fingers with his, cherishing the warmth that he provided. 

“Your deodorant is on your bedside table, by the way.” you murmur into the shell of his ear making him scoff softly.

Marc definitely didn’t need the gym today, all he needed was you. 

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[cantstoplovingjude]

Underneath the Black Veil: Harrison Gray Ch.2

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

Harrison: "Come here, you."

Kate: "H-Harry!"

Harrison pulled me into a tight hug from behind and pressed his lips lovingly to the top of my head.

(Oh, I don't know if my heart can take this.)

The smiles of the members that surrounded us grew even brighter as they watched us.

Follower: "What a wonderful display of passion! You two must love each other very much."

Follower: "However, I'm afraid we're going to need a little more time to determine whether you two are truly the right fit for our wedding ceremony."

Kate: "Th-That's fine."

Harrison: "Absolutely."

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And so that's how we ended up volunteering at the church for the day.

The organization's members watched us closely as we worked, trying to determine if we truly loved each other as much as we said we did.

It wasn't until we were finally alone that Harry opened his mouth.

Harrison: "You're a terrible liar, you know that?"

Kate: "Listen, I just didn't know how to react when suddenly put on the spot like that!"

Harrison: "Nah, it's fine."

Kate: "So, were any of the members lying to us back there?"

Harrison: "Nope, not a single one. Every single one of them meant everything they said."

Kate: "So... they're innocent, then."

Harrison: "Yup. Looks like the preliminary investigation was right. Their founder's the only one with his hands dirty."

(I see...)

Kate: "So this means if we want him to come out, we really need to make sure this wedding goes through."

But before even that, we had to earn the trust of the regular members.

One of our tasks was to play with the children who had come to the church for the day.

(Okay, it's time to show them just how in love we really are.)

After psyching myself up, we opened the doors to the room where the children were waiting.

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Harrison: "Woah there!"

A little girl ran right at us and bumped into Harry.

Little Girl: "S-sorry!"

Harrison: "Nah, that one was on me, sorry for not looking. You're not hurt, are you?"

Little Girl: "N-no, I'm fine..."

Harrison: "That's good to hear."

Children: "Woah, he's so cool...!"

(Oh wow, he charmed all of them just like that.)

Little Girl: "Hey Mister, can I be your girlfriend?"

Girl with Braids: "No, I wanna!"

Harrison: "Haha, thanks. But sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

He grinned and pointed at me.

Harrison: "My heart already belongs to her, you see."

(I know he's playing it up for the assignment but... my heart's still fluttering.)

Harrison: "Though she can be a little awkward sometimes, she's the kindest and most earnest person I've ever met. I just can't take my eyes off her."

Little Girl: "Oh, wow... do you think I'll be able meet someone like that someday?"

Harrison: "Absolutely."

Girl with Braids: "But if you ever break up with her, I'm first in line, okay?"

Harrison blinked before he let out a laugh.

Harrison: "Sorry kiddo, that's not happening in my lifetime."

(Honestly, I was a little worried when Harry asked whether I was really sure about this.)

All this time, I'd been wondering if he simply wasn't interested in marrying me at all, even if it was a fake wedding.

But the truth was, it didn't even matter if we got married or not.

Because...

Harrison: "Hm? You wanna ride on my shoulders? Well you're in luck, the very lovely lady over there happens to be an expert."

Kate: "Huh?! O-Oh, um... bring it on?"

Harrison: "I'm kidding, don't worry. Could you help me out a bit over here, though?"

Kate: "Yes, of course!"

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Once we'd thoroughly exhausted ourselves playing with the children, a few of the members invited us to a room in the back.

Kate: "There's so many dresses in here..."

I looked around the room in awe as countless wedding dresses lined the walls everywhere the eye could see.

Follower: "This is your final test. I'd like for you to choose one dress in this room for your girlfriend."

Harrison: "Something that suits her, huh? Got it."

Harry glanced around the room for a moment before pointing to one.

Harrison: "I choose... this one."

Harrison: "I think this dress would suit her the best."

Follower: "Understood. Now then, miss, may I ask you to change into the chosen dress?"

I took the dress and changed before coming back out.

Kate: "How... how do I look?"

Harrison: "...Incredible. Gorgeous, even."

He had chosen a beautiful jet-black dress.

Follower: "Out of the many dresses we offer, why did you choose this one?"

Harrison: "Because no matter how far into the darkness she might fall, she'll always stay true to herself."

Harrison: "Nothing in this world can stain her pure heart. So I thought a black dress would suit her perfectly."

(That's why you chose this dress...?)

Follower: "I see. Then let it be known that the two of you truly do love each other with all your hearts."

And so, the wedding ceremony was to be held at ten in the morning the next day.

After declaring this, the members vanished.

Kate: "We... passed, right?"

Harrison: "Looks like it. We still have a ways to go, but you did good."

Kate: "Oh, thank goodness..."

I breathed a huge sigh of relief before taking another look at the jet-black wedding dress Harry had picked for me.

Kate: "I, um... was actually a little worried when you asked whether I was sure about this."

Kate: "I thought you'd have no interest in getting married."

Harry stayed silent.

Kate: "I'm not going to lie; I've always loved the idea of getting married someday. But I recently discovered something even more important."

Harrison: "And what's that?"

Kate: "That as long as we're together, I'll be the happiest woman in the world."

Harrison: "...I see."

Kate: "Yup! So let's do our best tomorrow, okay?"

Harrison: "Make sure you stick close to me, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."

==========

The following day, I donned the beautiful jet-black dress once more.

And together with Harry, I made my way to the wedding chapel.

It wasn't long before a man emerged, wearing glasses and a kind smile.

(So this is the man who's been killing all of those couples.)

Leader: "Hm? Where is everyone? Where are my followers?"

Harrison: "There's a second chapel behind this one, isn't there? That's where everyone is."

Harrison: "I lied and told them the ceremony's been moved there, starting from eleven o'clock instead."

Leader: "W-Wh..."

Leader: "Just who are you two?!"

Kate: "Who are we? We're just two people who love each other with all our hearts."

Harrison: "Just like all the couples you killed."

The founder's eyes widened.

Harrison: "We found the bodies last night. There's so squirming your way out of this now."

Harry pulled a gun out of his breast pocket and pointed it at the man.

Harrison: "I gotta tell the bride something real important after all this is over."

Harrison: "So let's make this quick."

End Ch.2

[anonymous-harpy]

Okay THAT'S IT I MUST BLAB THE DETAILS

Just gonna put a content warning for SPICE I guess but I'm not really being explicit just- whatever- assume the worst and I promise nothing below will be quite as shocking

So as I said the other day this idea has been on my mind since Icejinlov3r's Melted Passion- and now the idea finally has enough details to make it different enough from Melted Passion for my sanity

SO! In desperate need for a job after losing his last one Geliaden decises to finally agree to Yōji's offer to work at his pornography studio. While that's all fine in good for the time being, Geliaden happens to catch the eye of a kind and well of businessman- Cooler.

Now for all the unnecessary details I wanna share- Geliaden is actually rooming with Frost and Zamasu (AND YES THEY HAVE THEIR OWN ROMANTIC SUBPLOTS GOING ON) Geliaden straight up lies to them about his new job too since they both treat him kindly and he's mostly worried they'll think less of him especially Zamasu I love him but Geliadrn fears judgement and getting stuck in depress again

Yōji is Geliaden's friend that he doesn't introduce to Frost and Zamasu- again because he's worried about being judged and knowing that Yōji is kind of a shit stirrer. Yōji also does just kinda casually flirt with Geliaden 💜

On the Cooler side of things, Cooler is constantly being bugged by Cold about being in a relationship- and lucky him, Frieza also gets to hear the fatherly nagging for grandbabies. And while out with Frieza and Cell the get into a conversation about relationships that eventually has Cooler revealing he's got a "Friends with benefits" thing going with someone and refuses to elaborate further. (YŌJI MY BOY)

NOW FOR THE TRULY RANDOM- The Gammas are struggling collage students and Yõji offers them jobs as security for the studio and eventually they maybe take a few actin' gigs too.

Yes that's another crack ship I was briefly hyper fixated on after watching Super Hero for the first time- FIGHT ME

anyways... I also want my Z Broly in here somewhere i just don't know how to integrate him since the Gamma's characteristics as heros is easy to translate... Of course I could always take the DBZA approach and make him a sweet old soft boy until he's pissed off... Sayians are such fun, boi is a disappointment to Paragus and he's insecure... Okay soft boy it is and I'll figure the rest out later

And yes, I'm planning on Frieza/Frost and Cell/Zamasu. I was even thinking of a fun little moment where Cell HAPPENS TO WORK PART TIME AT THE STUDIO and when he comes over to see Zamasu it's very awkward between Cell and Geliaden because he's just praying for Cell to act like they don't know each other and Cell it's trying to decide how to behave

It's a jumbled mess but a fun one I think

[fictionfixations]

doing yunli's story quest

i think it has a different name but tbh genshin was like my first actual gacha game i was really committed to so expect me to refer to things in genshin terms unless i can remember the equivalent in the game im playing.

lmao

OHHH cause we never got to know what the sword looked like

..huh.

argenti i love you but why are you literally everywhere

actually this is probably why he appears in the wardance event

??? when she said hanguang (earlier, screenshot underneath this screenshot) i had a hunch that it mightve been her father with the way she reacted.

it probably is a cursed sword though. i know shes making a scene but who cares if its a threat to someone's safety? theres this like side quest that happens after wardance where we say goodbye to everyone returning to their own xianzhou ships (fu xuan also returns) and yunli and yanqing talked about the sword a bit and she didnt seem to have anything against it so i guess it gets solved in this

holy fucking shit you can hear swords slashing and screaming in the background

whats the blade of forged remnants? OH ITS HER SWORD old mettle

why am i struggling so hard im

NOOOOOOO. you do not understand my absolute HATRED for fights against argenti or yanqing. (well i hate sunday's too but hes just a weekly boss. argenti and yanqing can be pulled out whenever) its the having multiple smaller enemies... aAaaaaaa

my team is getting their ass beat i cant

tingyun is so fucking squishy she and robin keep dying after each other😭

i dont have a team that can win this om. the ONLY character i have built that he has weakness against is ROBIN. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i dont have herta built. i despise his shields with a passion. i cant do enough damage 😭

i cant continue the story D:

in all fairness i was also stuck on sundays boss battle for a lONG time (only managed because every single turn i had lynx heal to build up her ult as fast as possible. but im doing that method right now and its still not working 😭. i also had to switch in dr ratio for more imaginary weakness but i cant do that here cause they arent buILT.)

it also wouldnt matter if the character was built or not with aventurine cause they wouldnt immediately die at least but i dont have him hHHHH

...wwwhy did you target my only damage dealers wtf man. itd be a different story if he was really close to dying but hes NOT imfioahdwsauiodj

OH MY GOD I FORGOT THIS WAS A THING. i kept quitting before i could hit the defeat screen

i forgot to mention it but argenti is like being possessed by the heliobus in the cursed sword

his voice sounds oddly familiar. i wanna say it sounds like ben (moze's and kaveh's va) but it also feels like its not his voice theres just a quality of it that reminds me of ben's? i might be completely wrong

ohh

oh thats fair

i see

this felt. really short tbh. its been like what? an hour at least?

oh...

thats sweet

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 15 !!! AND part 16 !!!

TWO IN ONE WHAT these eps are kinda short ?? or my thoughts are idk ?? so I put them both together on one post 😬 but anyway let's go batcherssss 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x11

Crosshair you little gremlin 💕

ELENI AND HOWZER 🥺😭🥰👑

can someone please explain to me why Orn Free Taa has extra lekku, weird tiny ears and three fingers instead of four ??? mans looks like a different species 👀

"They fought for us and they have earned our respect" settle down Cham we all know you're gonna change your mind in 5 minutes hush

HERA AND CHOPPER MY BELOVEDS 💕💕💕

"uncle Gobi" 🥺

Hera watching the birds in the sky 🤲 following them with her hands 🥺

Howzer you absolute king 👑

Eleni and Gobi scheming together hehehe

I just know Eleni is SO proud of Hera 🥲 she's so much like her mom fr

"my hope is that you won't ever have to live a life like mine" ~ General Cham Syndulla ... meet General Hera Syndulla

"no take offs or landings" this is actually so adorable tho

Wrecker carrying all the weapons himself like he's only doing one trip with the groceries from the car to the house hehehe

Hera asks about the Marauder and Omega's like 'this beauty' *pat pat*

I wanna see Hunter's face watching Hera and Omega together 🥺

they're besties forever 💕

it's Hera's dream to live on a starship 😭

lmao could've had a bad batch reunion rn but Crosshair had other plans

Omega: ☝"did you know flying is about a feeling?" Tech: I have no idea what this means

Howzer being the only one to question imprisoning a child 😭

Eleni didn't even wait for the speeder to stop moving before jumping out 💅

"attempted assassination of Orn Free Taa" ??? attempted ?? did he not just die ???

The Bad Batch 1x12

"how unfortunate for your people to see your fall" LMAO Rampart I've seen s2 👀

Howzer immediately plotting to save Hera 💕

Hera and Chopper are absolute menaces and I respect them both for it

Gonky being part of the bad batch family 🤲

"you gave her our comm channel?" ~ Hunter is so done pls 😂

Tech: "children often overreact" Omega: "no we don't" YES OMEGA 🙌👑 she is so passionate and caring and loving and loyal I genuinely feel so proud of her 💕

Omega: "isn't that what soldiers do" Hunter: 😯

Wrecker @ Chopper: "what's his problem" how long do you have buddy?

Hera asking them all so desperately to save her family 😭😭😭 she has always cared so deeply

y'all I'm confused did Orn Free Taa actually survive that shot to the head? I feel like Rampart has no reason to lie about it?

they all peeking with their binoculars

Hunter's little 'let's move' gesture 🥰

Hunter hearing the droid and his sneak attack just dropping down on it 👌 bro how did you get up there so fast ??

knife knife knife knife knife knife knife kni-

Tech: "oh good" lolol

Wrecker's face when Hunter says Crosshair knows they're there 😭

Omega grabbing Hera's hand 🤲

Echo's face explaining to Hera why they're after Cham 😭😭

"I don't care about any of that, I just want my parents back" she's just a little kid in the middle of a war she doesn't understand 💔 this is too real and absolutely heartbreaking

"She's trying to save her family Hunter. I'd do the same for you" you tell him Omega 💪👑

Howzer and Crosshair staring at each other.....

Chopper and Hera having a lil chat 🥺

Omega: "he's my brother, they all are" Hera: "you're lucky" she really is 🥺

Howzer is trying so hard to protect Hera even with Cham hating on him and refusing to help save his own daughter 🙃

Omega and Hera came up with a strategic plan and now Hunter's on board 🥰

Tech is worried about them going by themselves 🥲

Echo getting caught scaling the wall: "a little help?" lmaooo

AND Hunter's little "hey" to distract the reg before pulling Echo up 💀

"I won't tell if you wont" lmao I love these two together 💕

Omega: "don't shoot down our shuttle" Tech: "wait what shuttle?!" ~ how many heart attacks does Omega want to give Tech this episode 😂

Hera blowing up an imperial refinery........ 👀

Tech: 'Omega what was that explosion?!?! Omega: hehe don't worry about it 💀

Omega: "do some damage Wrecker" Wrecker: "that I can do!" Wrecker happy makes me happy 🥰

THE TECH TURN THE TECH TURN THR TECH TURN THE RECH TUENCJDIWJXNW

Hunter telling Cham and Gobi that Hera hired them 💀

Hera: "we're getting the hang of this" Tech: "yes your dangerous and uncontrolled manoeuvring is as confusing to them as it is to us 🙂" he is so far past done with them oml 😂

Howzer 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Hunter looking back at him before they leave 😭

Howzer's whole speech in this scene 😭😭😭 it reminds me of Fives giving his pep talk to the cadets 🥲

Hunter sensing Crosshair??? and what if I never stop crying ??

my heart is breaking for Howzer I love him so bad 💔

Wrecker Omega high five 🥺

Tech teaching Hera and Omega 🤲💕

"Tech showed me how to scramble a ships signature" TECH TAUGHT HERA ONE SKILL THAT SAVED HER ASS A MILLION TIMES 😭

"keep an eye on your brothers, they need it" ~ Hera, the wisest person in the show fr

...did Chopper just say "Chopper out"

Crosshair has too many expressions to count this last scene, asking to hunt the batch down... my theory is he never had his chip removed but that venator engine fried it and it slowly stops working... we know that a lot of the chips are slowly starting to stop working in other clones, maybe its the same for Crosshair ?? so he's feeling a lot of confusion at hunting them down ?? maybe idk lol

two more down!!! my internet is still shocking and it's taking me like an hour to watch each ep bc of all the buffering 🥲 but anywayyy thank yalls for joining 💕💕💕

[mayberobbsa]

some robbsa fic recs

mostly doing this because while i've read some of these, there's a lot i haven't had the time to, and my ao3 bookmarks are overflowing with various fandoms so it's hard to find bookmarked works for this niche ship :,) if this helps any other robbsa lovers out there, then it's all well and good <3 (they're in no particular order btw) some are pwp, while others have plot; some are modern au, while others are canon aus will probably come back to this to add works that i really like or that i really wanna read not SoHereWeAre doing god's work btw :,) NOTE: please read the tags of any fic you start reading off of this list :,)

A Soul Of Ice And Fire by AnnaLiss17

Summary: Some say it is where you step in and never come back as it is a gate between the living and the dead. Others claim it to be the home of the wildlings and the wildest animals and a few of them claimed to hear their howl at night. But the elders have the most interesting story about it. They say it is both, a gate and home for the wildest, not to wildlings or other beasts, but to the White Walkers. As far as the stories go, the Forbidden Forest is where some White Walkers lose themselves from the rest as it is a gate between the living and what is beyond the Wall. They are said to be wandering around looking for new victims to fill the loneliness as well as the army with new members and that with a single touch to your skin... they can make you one of theirs. When Rickon Stark gets touched by one, he remains unchanged. Trying to discover what's so special about him, he learns that he actually has five siblings and not three...

When a Man's Blood is Up... by ShadedSteel

Summary: Robb is storming King's Landing, and Sansa calls to mind advice she was given by Cersei during the Battle of the Blackwater. She really hopes that Cersei spoke true...

Bearing Down on Blackened Skies by WolfEris

Summary: Arya watches the men who watch her sister.

Wolfish Desires by Red Wolf (thewrittenfae)

Summary: Something changes between Robb and Sansa in a spark of an instant and their relationship becomes something so much more during the heat of the night, and the teasing minutes of the day.

Summer Wine by Anonymous

Summary: Robb was always her favourite. Her first kiss in the godswood. His lips upon her own. A secret neither of them could share with anyone but each other. One small request of her brother, that he bestow upon her a simple kiss, ignited a fire between Sansa and Robb that could not be extinguished. Sansa and Robb's relationship became something more than mere innocent love between brother and sister. A passion that even the gods would tremble to witness blossomed between them. Their forbidden relationship was doomed from the very first moment their lips met.

Work No. 3 by MrDark

Summary: "Maybe I want to get laid while I'm in town. Someone new for a change. I'm tired of southern men."

Paper Thorns by Jeanettesc for kittensjonsa

Summary: A Robbsa fic based on Flowers in the Attic. For Jonsaforlife by request The Stark's are happy in their lives when tragedy strikes and they are forced to leave everything they have ever known. Putting all faith in their mother, the Stark children, in isolation, come to rely on each other far more than they ever thought possible.

I'm always watching you out of the corner of my eye by shamelesssmut

Summary: Robb smiled at Margaery and took her hand in his, leaning to kiss it softly before he let it go. He glanced at his mother and from the pleased smile on her face he knew that he was fooling his parents well enough. He had brought Margaery over to spend the weekend with his family and had introduced her as his girlfriend. And she certainly wasn't his girlfriend. Not even close. He had someone else in mind. Someone who was currently sitting across from him, talking to Arya and Bran. She laughed softly at something Bran had said and then pushed her red hair out of her face and Robb let out a quiet breath before he looked away. Feeling like he was getting drunk on simply the sight of her he reminded sane enough to remember that he shouldn’t be caught staring at his sister for too long. Yes, he was talking about his sister.

that gold mine changed you by orphan_account

Summary: brotherly love

Table Manners by badkingdom

Summary: Robb catches Sansa in a compromising position with Jon and decides to lend a helping hand. Unfortunately for Sansa, Jon and Robb aren't the only ones at the dinner table intent on seeing her suffer.

The Middle Child by jctn1234

Summary: Arya has a hard time relating to people in her family, especially her two older siblings. After a big fight, Robb and Sansa may regret the things they say to her.

No other place to be by snowflakesandloverskisses

Summary: It is Jon's duty to guard Sansa's door and make sure she's safe when there are visiting Lords at Winterfell. He's expecting a calm night, nothing ever happens, anyways. Instead, he witnesses her and her brother in a position no pair of siblings should be in.

Rows of White by WolfEris

Summary: The King in the North is handsome and young and unmarried. The Queen in the South, Daenerys, comes to Winterfell in hopes of a closer alliance with the Starks. While there, she and her court struggle to make sense of the worst kept secret in the North.

Not Be Long Hidden by honey_wheeler

Summary: “Are you never to be sated?” Jon asks with a groan when he wakes in the night and finds Robb pressed against Sansa’s back like a spoon in a drawer, his cock moving inside her as she half-sleeps, humming vaguely with drowsy pleasure. Robb doesn’t respond. He’s begun to worry that the answer is no.

Snow in our Bones by charleybradburies 

The Heart Is A Wolf by SoHereWeAre

Summary: The Wars have ended. Jon and Sansa are King and Queen in the North to subside unrest and Winterfell has risen from its ashes. Winter has finally ended. Spring has come and with it an entity to awaken the deadened hearts of the living as a feral, powerful man emerges from the Wolfswood to rescue Sansa from peril. Sansa discovers Robb has come back an altered, dangerous being with dark desires and an intense obsession for his sister. She, in turn, experiences a forbidden awakening of her own as she is inexplicably drawn to her estranged brother with an illicit passion she cannot resist. Jon is not immune to the upheaval the eldest Stark brings as he struggles with the realization of Robb's rightful claim to King In The North and Winterfell. Deeper than the political ramifications of his brother-turned-cousin's presence is the unexpected unearthing of buried feelings and yearnings which he is forced to confront as he observes Sansa growing closer to a resurrected Robb.

Close The Distance Before My Eyes by SoHereWeAre for sansafeels

Summary: Sansa Storm is just trying to make her way in the world with the support of her adoptive brother, Edric. Leaving an unhappy and abusive childhood far behind, she just wants to find love and happiness in the big, bustling city of Winterfell. One night a terrifying situation turns into a chance encounter with a handsome stranger who seems to be the answer to all her dreams. However, he is not all he seems...or is he something more?

the castle by Janina

Summary: Robb and Sansa escape Winterfell to a place where they can be alone and away from prying eyes.

A Gown Of Gold, A Bed Of Red by SoHereWeAre

Summary: Sansa is Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but unfortunately Joffrey is her husband and King. Robb has been forced under obligation to join the Kingsguard as part of the agreement to spare Eddard Stark's life and adding insult to injury, Joff appoints him to stand guard at the Queen's solar while the King exercises his martial rights. However, one night Joffrey demands that Robb enters the Queen's solar, and Robb learns a terrible and damaging secret that both he and Sansa are ordered to hide from the Kingdom. (Repost)

8 by antisjw

Summary: [ Jon/Sansa & Robb/Sansa - Angst - AU with Modern Setting - Collection of Drabbles ] Robb and Jon want to protect Sansa from Joffrey. How will they do it?

Touch Of Petals, Taste Of Dew by SoHereWeAre for sansafeels

Summary: When Ned becomes Robert's Hand, he sends Sansa to Highgarden rather than taking her to King's Landing with the rest of the family, leaving Robb to oversee Winterfell in his absence. Sansa leaves home a girl but returns home a woman... a woman with a secret want that has been unearthed. She recognizes the same passion in Robb and soon he also gives in to his heart's desire.

If Love Now Reigned As It Hath Been by SoHereWeAre

Summary: Set against the backdrop of the political and religious dangers in the time of King Henry VIII of England, Robb Stark and Sansa Stark find themselves at the height of favor following Robb’s ascendance as patriarch of the Stark family and Sansa’s arranged marriage to her cousin, Jon. However, family secrets loom and loyalties are tested within the Court and at home. Warning: Contains incest. Robb and Sansa are the main pairing. Please take this in consideration before starting to read this fic. Actual historical events/people intermixed with the Game Of Thrones world. (Repost) *Marking as complete. I have no intentions of working on this. See end of fic for notes.*

The Pack Survives by AnnaLiss17

Summary: Alternate Universe where the Red Wedding doesn't happen, Theon was loyal from the beginning, Jaime keeps his word and Sansa leaves King's Landing with Sandor. Warned by Bran whom Theon was sent to protect at Winterfell while Robb was at war, through his greenseeing powers, Theon rides to the Twins and warns Robb that he is going to be murdered at his uncle's wedding. Together they defeat him and the Red Wedding doesn't happen. Under Jaime's command, keeping his promise to Catelyn, the Hound brings back Sansa to his camp after she leaves with him King's Landing during the Battle of The Blackwater. Sansa is physically and mentally scarred and Robb doesn't recognize her anymore.

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be by SoHereWeAre for sansafeels

Summary: Father Robb Stark has settled into his new Parish, beloved by his parishioners and the townspeople alike. His quiet, seemingly charmed life is turned upside down when his sister Sansa arrives in town. While she manages to assimilate herself into the community as a paragon of generosity and goodness, she shows an entirely different side to her priest brother in an attempt to reconnect with him and confront the past after a decade apart. Warning: Contains incest (of course) and dark themes. Fic title is from Phillip Sydney’s work: Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 14

Night by fanetjuh

Summary: The Stark children try to rebuild their home at Winterfell. Sansa takes care of Robb's daughter Jeyne after her mother died in childbirth. And with every day that passes, Robb realises that he feels things for Sansa he shouldn't feel. And yet. They feel so right.

Silk by SoHereWeAre

Summary: For the Asoiafrarepairs Event: Day 4 : Silks/ Furs I chose Silks: Robbsa: Robb and Sansa's denials and restraints over their true wants and desires come to a head (pun intended) one night, with the assistance of some silk items.

eyeless in gaza by thefudge

Summary: She eats their seed, cries rivers of seed. Robb/Sansa/Jon

And I Will Let You In by SoHereWeAre

Summary: For Anon's Prompt on asoiafrarepairs on Tumblr: "Robbsa + Accidental Pregnancy"

Warm My Flesh With Your Furs by SoHereWeAre

Summary: Robb Stark rescues Sansa from King's Landing after forming an uneasy alliance with Stannis Baratheon. Sansa is reunited with her brother whom she thought was dead, an action that changes the course of their lives forever. After returning to Winterfell safe under Robb's protection, Sansa's love for Robb develops into something more, pulled in by the strong mystical connection they have with their direwolves. The Young Wolf also gives in to the love for his sister, determined to keep The Red Wolf at his side at all costs. **** Contains Bestiality and Brother/Sister Incest. Go no further if this offends you or freaks you out. You have been duly warned.**** Everyone else.. enjoy! **** Also contains a VERY NSFW/Explicit Moodboard made for me by the ever talented sansafeels. All kinds of naughty with this one. ****

Keeping Count by emmaliza

Summary: Robb might understand Sansa goes out with other boys to keep attention from them. That doesn't mean he has to like it.

Sorry. What was the question again? by shamelesssmut

Summary: Sansa could feel Robb's eyes on her from where he was sitting across the table. She looked at him and gave him a small smile before she turned toward Jon who was sitting next to her and nodded to what he was saying. She found it a bit hard to concentrate on his words, however, because she could still feel Robb's eyes on her. What has gotten into him? He was obviously staring at her and now was not the time. Scratch that, it's never the time to have your brother stare at you like that. She looked at him again and raised an eyebrow, which made him smile a bit behind his glass of wine.

Don't Stop Swaying by SoHereWeAre

Summary: Robb and Sansa Stark attempt to handle their forbidden love for each other that developed after the tragic death of their mother. While doing their best to lead normal lives, they still cannot deny how they feel. Their relationship is tested when one traumatic night threatens to destroy them and the lives of those around them. Gentle Warning: Not a fluff piece. This has extremely dark themes. Contains incest. I can be found on Tumblr: SoHereWeAre1 Graphics made for me by the lovely Sansafeels. Thank you!!

flowers in her hair by xoxoCorinne for sansasnow

Summary: Robb braids Sansa's hair.

Starting The Pack by ASongofIceandHope

Summary: When Sansa is betrothed to Prince Aegon, Robb and Jon feel the need to take what's theirs. Not with fire and blood, of course, but in their own way.

The Northmen's Wife by kittykatknits

Summary: Sansa Stark always thought she would marry her golden prince as the songs promised. Instead, she will wed both of her brothers tomorrow. The Stark words remind all three of the battle that will soon be upon them and it's a different kind of story that leads them to their destiny. --OR-- I had an idea for an arranged marriage AU for the three of them and this reason made the most sense.

Take what's mine by Sarah_bell

Dark Nights by Jeanettesc

Summary: Robb never intended on feeling this way. Sansa, being the only family he has left in the world, craves the kind of closeness that he tries so hard to resist. Just as their relationship develops, she ends another one, not knowing the consequences will change multiple lives. This fic contains both pairings: Robsa/Jonsa (as the tags clearly indicate) it is raw and heartbreaking, and interlaced with smut.

Up for Anything by Jeanettesc, kittykatknits for Janina, angelwings80, RedMandaPanda

Summary: Sophie is back in Belfast to film retakes with Kit. Richard surprises her with a visit. The moment Sophie utters the word "Jonsa" he suggests looking up just how far GoT ships go. One search will lead to an allnighter that none of them prepared for. Or-what happens when old friends drink and discover fanfic based on the characters they play(ed) and decide to imitate art.

Yes, Your Grace by Sarah_bell 

Summary: Sansa gets ready for a dance full of suitors. Robb, her King, pays her an intimate visit in her chambers before the event, to remind her who she belongs to. Afterwards, Robb rewards her. Copious power games throughout.

You are My Everything by Janina

Summary: A prompt fill from Tumblr in which pinkpixiedust2109 asked for another mobster AU where Robb is the boss. I decided to do a continuation of the first Mobster Robsa AU did, and this time Sansa was kidnapped by the Lannister's after Robb captured Jaime Lannister. Now Sansa is being returned to him. Thanks for the help, qinaliel!

I Had Me A Girl by Jeanettesc

Summary: Sansa starts it all, the passionate, forbidden physical attraction to her brother. Once Robb succumbs, emotions burn as hot as the sex. Sansa chooses flight so much more than fight leaving Robb confused and broken hearted again and again. This is RobbxSansa and there is smut in every chapter.

Close your eyes and imagine he's here by Sarah_bell

Summary: Sansa loves it when Robb whispers in her ear as he takes her. Tonight, though, he's about to plant the seed of an idea in her mind about her brother Jon...

please forgive me, father by kingandqueeninthenorth

Summary: Her voice was distinct. The sound was full and penetrating, and Sansa could hear an accent. “I see you, Sansa Stark. And I see your brother.”

Rise from the Ashes by Janina

Summary: Robb and Sansa lose their family in a house fire, and as they grieve they find themselves becoming increasingly dependent on one another. Feelings begin to develop that neither planned on or know how to deal with.

No other place to be by snowflakesandloverskisses

Summary: It is Jon's duty to guard Sansa's door and make sure she's safe when there are visiting Lords at Winterfell. He's expecting a calm night, nothing ever happens, anyways. Instead, he witnesses her and her brother in a position no pair of siblings should be in.

Caught by bonnieisthebaddestbleep

Summary: Sansa has been acting strange lately and Robb isn’t sure what to make of her behavior.The unofficial sequel to "Shuttered In" by emmaliza

[xxsweetoothxx]

Hi I just wanna say I love your redesigns for the creepypasta characters! I'm curious what weapons does each character use and what abilities do they have if they have any?

Thank you! Some of these mfs I have been very unsure about. I need to draw their other outfits. Like their fancy lil suits. Slenderman has a dress code for his proxys however the rules of it are not super strict. They can wear what they like so long as it meets his criteria. (Gonna be hard to draw Wilson ina suit without making him look like some kinda wanna be joker :o( )

This is gonna seem unnecessarily long but I feel like I do need to explain a few things about how Slendermans Proxys work in PM as well as how living humans are affected by just being in the underworld because it isn't made for living humans.

There's also as far as weapons go that, while they DO have weapons they ENJOY to use most, Slenderman is very particular about how things are done so they don't always get to use them. Proxys are more like Hitman or assassins (at least Slendermans are). I'll give some faves for each of the 3 main fuckers living with Slendy (who aren't 100% OCs) currently as I'm still figuring out anyone else who may show up (I have plans for EJ to show up and potentially may start working on my own version of Toby as well as a few other OCs who are Proxys for other Opporaters in the Underworld)

As for abilities I think even the humans have at least one natural ability. Humans who get hurt in the underworld don't really always heal like they should because they aren't meant to live there. When a monsters that live down there hears "human" In the context of someone living there. They assume that you mean someone who died and is now living there as an undead. They assume Zombie or Ghost, potentially even a poltergeist. But never just a breathing living human. So when living humans do get hurt the same "magical grid" (for lack of better words) keeping them from dying also heals serious injuries in a way to try and prevent the same injury from happening. It's a whole thing and I'll explain how it works with each character (in this post specifically Jeff and Wilson)

That being said I'll stop rambling and actually answer the fuckin question!

I will put a trigger warning for things like blood and mentions of self harm and mild body horror(?) (I think ripping flesh counts for that if not for mild blood/gore this is specifically for Jeff split mouth. Not sure anyone will be bothered but better safe than sorry.)

Jeffrey DuBois

Weapons - Jeff enjoys using knives mostly (shocker!) however he doesn't use them a lot while actually doing Proxy work. In fact he most commonly will just SNIPE a mf. He doesn't particularly LIKE when his job is that quick or easy but hes also not complaining, it's easy money. (Jeff the killer with a gun is also just really fucking funny to think about). he's always stoked when told that he won't be able to kill from a range though and that he'll have to actually get close and personal. But him not being able to kill with knives doesn't mean he doesn't still use them. Killing is his job but cooking is his passion and for him the two go very hand in hand.

Abilities- Jeff is just a human guy like I said so his Mouth scars didn't heal normally. He got them just before getting to the underworld and they were only partially healed but in his early days with Slenderman he did end up making them even worse. When they healed however he found out shortly after that he could reopen them and close them at will and it didn't hurt. In short his mouth can open up similar to a snakes. I've drawn it before in a previous Ref sheet, here's how it looks.

Other abilities he has are really just because of training. Though he does tend to accidentally sneak up on people despite the fact hes fucking HUGE. Man just doesn't make sound when he enters a room and it's not really an intentional thing. He will seemingly just pop up out of nowhere like a spooky ass ghost.

WILSON CROSS

Weapons - He likes machetes. That's really all there is to say. Wilson is still in training at the Institute and unlike Jeff he doesn't care as much about the professionalism Slenderman insist his Proxys have. While he follows his rules he does try and find ways around them because he is actually trying to make things fun for himself.

Abilities - Like Jeff, Wilson is human. He's been in the underworld for FAR longer, he grew up down there and has a couple different things the biggest being that after coming through the well that brought him to the underworld Wilson DID fall into the river Styx and was found and pulled out of it By Frankie and Jackie. If your familiar with how the River Styx works you know anyone who falls in that shit gets the Curse of Achilles. Which probably sounds fucking WILD. The obvious upside is that hes just really fucking hard to stop. The man seemingly just doesn't feel much pain. However even in the underworld where he won't die he still if hit in the right spot will go down like a bag of bricks and he's not getting up until he's had time to heal. Which can take a few days. If he's in the over world he WILL just fucking DIE. So he has to be a Lot More careful up there. Imagine you just trip and fall the wrong way and fucking DIE. Aside from that though he can bend and turn and just overall move in weird ways due to the amount of bones he's broken growing up in the underworld and how they healed weird like with Jeff's mouth and of course Wilson being an idiot. Seriously, some of the stories he has are just summed up to him being a dumbass. Only a couple people who know his weakness aside from Jackie and Frankie is Jeff.

Jackie Ragzdale

Weapons - While they technically do work for Slenderman they aren't actually proxy however they do still kill on occasion for personal reasons and funniest shit I just thought it was silly is that they will use various weapons however Jackie is a Toyfolk and thus all their weapons are made IN TOY LAND. So they might pull a shot gun out of their box, sure but it's going to LOOK like a toy. It won't LOOK real. It's gonna look like a full-sized toy shotgun but it is in every aspect a REAL ASS GUN. And I just find that so funny. And they ALSO find it funny. They will go "STICK EM UP THIS A ROBBERY!" Knowing damn well no one is gonna think that's a real ass gun and then laugh at their surprise when they shoot and it's revealed to be a real ass fucking gun! This is made worse when you take into account they do just have Prop/fake weapons in there as well so sometimes they will just fuck with people by using a fake one and being like "Haha gotcha!" In short they like Toy weapons that are real weapons but look like fake ones.

Abilities -Compared to the original cannon LJ, Ragz doesn't have nearly as many abilities. They have 3 different forms though.

They have a Toy Decoy, which is basically exactly what it sounds like where they just are a seemingly normal inanimate toy, this is for when they're in their box but either not home, busy, or just simply don't want to come out of it.

The second form is a smaller doll like form. Which lets them appear as a regular toy but still be able to move around. They usually use it to scare people who don't know they're alive. Other times they use the doll form is when they need to hide, are hella tired, or when dealing with children. They often are in the form when spending time with Sally.

The 3rd form is the form they most usually are in.

Other than that they can very easily switch out their body parts. They want different arms they can just swap them if they want. They do have to be made with materials from toyland to work properly however.

That's all as far as the main character who are technically Rewrites who use weapons or have abilities right now. Everyone else is either an OC or I'm still developing/designing and coming up with their backstory.

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

I told you i was gonna be here

Names Alexi, He/Him, INFP-T, love languages are physical affection and words of affirmation, my hobbies include: writing (actually trying to now), drawing, and playing the saxophone, some of my goals are to get into college to become a teacher, some my interests are history, animals and dinosaurs, what i look for in a partner is someone who is funny, can keep up with my chaos and just an all around fun time, but they understand my issues that i deal with (specifically my anger and my self-esteem), and smth that can be taken accounted for, i'm 5'5, and you can use any of the guys idk rlly care, hope this makes sense

Aaaaaaa thank you so much for the ship request Alexi!!!!! You’re amazing 🥺❤️💖 (Also thank you so much for your patience lol)

So this one came to me surprisingly quick but honestly it just fits!!

I ship you with….

Don Malarkey!!

A song from my Liked Songs that reminds me of y’all - Best Day of My Life by American Authors

How y’all met

So picture this - it’s Don and Alton in the motorcycle, living their best lives

You’re walking home from the store just vibing and daydreaming

Until ZOOOM they almost hit you and you get knocked on your ass

Of course they immediately pull over and Don just SPRINTS over to you

Don kneels next to you and makes sure you’re okay but when he makes eye contact with you for the first time he’s just

🥺🥺🥺

Completely and utterly smitten

“Can I walk with you the rest of the way? Let me carry your bag to make up for what just happened!”

Of course how can you say no to Baby Boy so of course you hand your backpack over to him and y’all start walking together and talking

There’s just an instant connection y’all can’t stop laughing and talking about everything under the sun, eventually, he subtly takes your hand in his for the rest of the way

Both of y’all are super sad when you get to your place

Don just looks at you with the sweetest eyes and goes “I’d love to see you again”

Y’all start just taking walks together almost every day and Muck and Penkala are so tired of just HOW MUCH Don talks about you, like sweet boy can’t get you out of his mind

How he knew he loves you

Ok so y’all are out to dinner and you notice fucking soBEL LIKE WTF H O W

But you and Don just look at each other and you both know you’re about to cause some CHAOS

So y’all hatch this perfect prank on Sobel

Long story short Sobel is covered in chocolate sundae and the two of you are running away from the restaurant laughing your asses off

Don just looks at you and… your laugh, your smile, how you two just work so well together

He tells you right then and there how much he loves you

Both of you just feel so overwhelmed with the feeling of like I Found My Person

You share a kiss and it's simultaneously so gentle but so passionate

Everything in that moment is just perfect

A conflict in your relationship and how y’all resolved it

Ok so I see it happening with you and Don are out with Muck and Penkala

The three of them are being themselves and laughing together

You were for a while but then your Social Battery dies

So of course you lean over to Don

“Hey babe, can we please go home?”

“Yeah in a minute love” he quickly replied before getting back to Muck and Penkala

…That's the third time he's said that

So you get frustrated and just walk out on your own and start walking home

Your intrusive thoughts start getting the better of you… did he really wanna spend time with you? Is he tired of you??

You're so swept up in your thoughts you don't hear Don running after you

“Love? What happened? Where’re you going??” poor boy is Genuinely Confused

Which you’re not sure if that makes things better or worse

Either way, you didn’t want him to see that you were hurt, so you turned it into anger

“What do you fucking want?” You turn around and shoot at him

He just has this hurt puppy look as he goes “What happened??”

“Just leave me alone” you try to keep walking but you feel him grab your arm and turn you around

“Please tell me what I did and I’ll do everything I can to make it better” Don just puts a hand on your cheek and his eyes are searching yours, begging for an answer

You see the concern and love in his eyes and you just break

Sobs wrack your body as Don hugs you tight, just being there for you while you let it all out

After a little bit you’re able to get out that you just felt ignored and that he preferred Muck and Penkala to you and he just

He realizes what he did and just places his forehead on yours

“My love, I’m so, so sorry… I should never have done that, we should’ve just gone home the first time you asked… how can I make it up to you??”

You just smile and ask, “...can we go home?”

Don just smiles and sweeps you up, carrying you the rest of the way to your place

… Muck and Penkala stayed waiting for you and Don to come back assuming that y’all just went to the bathroom

Your Happily Ever After

Most wholesome relationship known to man

Like this man will do ANYTHING to see you smile

You mention physical touch is your love language?

He’s making sure to have an arm around you, his hand on your back, giving you kisses ALL THE FREAKING TIME LIKE STOP IT'S GROSS BUT CUTE

He also just feels so comfortable and safe with you

Like the fact that y’all’s chaotic energies just blend so perfectly, he knows he won’t scare you away and it’s the best feeling in the world

Also he will listen to you talk about animals and dinosaurs for HOURS

Not only does he just love the sound of your voice but just how much you know it’s amazing to him

You wind up teaching him so much it’s basically like your first time being a teacher and Don’s the student and it’s the Best

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all prank each other all day every day and it’s too cuTE

(obviously done with tact like if one of you is going through a rough patch of course a truce is declared)

But like

Powder in the hair dryer? Check; plastic wrap in the hallway? Check!

One of the best ones was when you gave Don a homemade candy apple

He took a GIANT bite

‘Twas an onion

He’s still plotting the perfect way to get you back…

Thank you again Alexi!! Hope you like it 🥺💖💕

[theflyingfeeling]

Heey, I wanna know more about your relationship with Blind Channel, if you're willing to discuss it hehe. I don't know the band besides the things you post, but you seem really invested and I'm wondering what's behind all that love! Asking because I find it's so interesting getting to know how band managed to lure such an active fan!

Hey! Of COURSE I'm willing to discuss Blind Channel, that's what I do!! 😅 I wasn't expecting this ask to come form YOU though, of all my mutuals, but I'm happy to answer!

I don't know how much you know about Eurovision Song Contest, but Blind Channel representing Finland in it in 2021 was what started it all (I can't remember hearing about them before that, but then again I'm not really following the Finnish music scene). I really liked their Eurovision song but it took me a while to listen to their other songs. I guess I was scared I might not like them that much, because by the time I finally did I had already become invested with the band because I had seen all that funny pre-Eurovision content they had made and absolutely fallen in love with them as people. I guess that's my first bullet point on the long list of reasons why:

Their personalities. There are six guys in the band, and they're all such lovable, down-to-earth people that it's hard not to love them. They're honest in what they say (which is what they were praised for during the Eurovision), they're genuine, and what I perhaps like the most is that they're very clearly their own, individual persons. I mean, everyone is, of course, but I think with Blind Channel it's even more striking how different they all are from each other, although some of them do also share certain personality traits.

Their passion. I absolutely love listening to them talk about their music, because with every word they say it's obvious how much they love what they do, despite the many (many!) hardships they have faced over the years. They're so ambitious, but not in an arrogant way; they know exactly where they are currently, where they want to be, and how they're gonna get there. The other lead singer Joel in particular (the one with the long blond hair) has made me tear up with his passion for music and the band. Whenever he talks about Blind Channel, you can just tell the band means the absolute world to him. In the end of the final track of their latest album there are clips from their first ever interview from almost 10 years ago, and Joel saying "the best thing about being in a band is everything, every single second" made me cry my eyes out for the first five consecutive times I listened to the song (yes, I actually listened to the song five times in a row the first time around haha), and I still remember back in 2021 I was watching and interview in which he said, when asked if they have someone taking care of their social media, that they want to do all that stuff themselves, because they want the content they give their fans to be as authentic as possible. I literally teared up at that moment, and it was also the moment I decided I need to see them live. Which leads us to my third point...

Their live shows. All the other concerts I had been to before my first BC concert had left me...underwhelmed, in a way? I was always so uncomfortable with all the people (sometimes drunken) shoving me around or screaming to my ear; I often felt like I would've been much better off just listening to the songs in the safety of my apartment lol. But then I went to a Blind Channel show and oh my god I was addicted. Their energy on stage is unmatched, top tier, and other praise words. They're so much fun to look at, because they're all so into it, all of them, not just the singers. In so many bands the guitarist and the bassist are literally just doing their job of strumming the strings while showing no emotion whatsoever, and if that's how they prefer it, I'm not gonna judge them for it, but Blind Channel has a whole choreography for their shows and seeing how into the music they are makes you so much more into the music as well. I especially love watching the bassist Olli on stage; he interacts with the audience quite a bit (a lot more in comparison to the guitarist Joonas who's very into his instrument most of the time), and if you're close enough to the stage, it's so much fun just watching him vibe with the music with the most blissful expression on his face 🥺 He really is in his element on stage - they all are! But with Olli it's a little different, because off stage he appears pretty shy and quiet; on stage he's anything but, and it's always so amazing to see that. In addition, they have so many great songs that are meant to be sung as loud as you can, and doing so surrounded by like-minded people is the best fun you've ever had 🖤 (particularly if there's a separate over-18 section in the audience, as the kids can get a little...intense sometimes 😂 (their fanbase in the motherland is quite young))

Sometimes I myself wonder what the hell actually happened that I became this invested with a band, especially because it's been over 10 years since the last time that happened 🙈 But honestly speaking, I'm so glad I did, because if it wasn't for Blind Channel, I have no idea what I would be doing with my freetime. I had no idea what would be my main source of serotonin if it wasn't for them, or whether I'd have fallen further down in the dumps. I'm scared to even think about it.

And like, by now it's not only about the six dudes in the band and the songs they make, but also about all the incredibly sweet people I have met through them. I don't really have that many friends, but thanks to Blind Channel I now have all these super adorable people in my life who always manage to pull me back up when I feel like I'm drowning, and that's something really fucking beautiful, you know? I will forever be thankful for Blind Channel for giving me all these amazing friends and experiences that I otherwise would've missed.