#tysm for the 'curse' hehe

[unforestalledreturn-a]

muse feelings and indicators

RULES: bold for usually, italics for sometimes

happiness

being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

sadness

tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

anger

furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

fear

wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of color. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

exhaustion

constantly yawning. slurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

arii i've been thinking... in a no curses au, what would suguru's job be? they only thing i can see him as rn is a nurse (thank you kenny) 🌖

🌖 ANON…… i’m so happy you asked >:3 i have a couple different ideas but !! pls lemme know which one you think fits him best…..

1/ teacher

self-explanatory <33 it just makes sense!! he has such a passion for teaching and his students love him 🥺🥺 sugu is just…. such a chill teacher. but also so good at what he does. the kind of teacher who makes you dread exam week but he’s an expert at making his students more invested in the topics so it usually ends up well!! and he 100% gossips with them during lunch breaks….. i just love him he’s so good 😭😭

oh and!! personally i see him being a literature teacher or a history teacher :3 probably both… sometimes steps in as a gym teacher too. he has range !!

2/ lawyer

this one also feels so Right…… suguru as a character has such a passion for defending the weak. so i firmly believe that he’d be a defense attorney <333 and he makes it a point to always believe in his clients’ innocence. phoenix wright style. he would probably be a lot more stressed from this kind of profession but as long as we’re in a no curses au he should be fine….

also just. the idea of him carrying a briefcase, drinking from an expensive to-go cup of cappuccino…. hair slicked back and tied up into a ponytail…… wearing a suit and glasses 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah. objectively the sexiest sugu of them all i think

3/ doctor

needed to add this one too bc while i also love and adore nurse kenny (<33333 the actual loml btw) i just feel like sugu would make such a good doctor :0 and again, this one ties back to his whole thing abt wanting to protect and nurture. it’s just natural to him!!! he smells fresh and minty and he’s so kind to everyone he speaks to. so reassuring. probably has heavy eyebags but they’re hidden under many layers of makeup.. sometimes he works so hard that a colleague will have to physically drag him out of the hospital LMAO.

i just think he’s so, so kind. especially with a patient who’s heavily injured or suffering from an illness…. he just has such a soothing, quiet voice and he tells you everything will be alright :(( and he means it too!! he tries his absolute best for every patient. sob…. we really don’t deserve him………

4/ barista

HEAR ME OUT. this one is entirely self-indulgent okay…. but like…… just the thought of him working in a quaint little café or bakery . makes me insane. IMAGINE…. stepping into a cute café just to see him smiling at you from the counter. and he takes your order and chats with you while making your drink. just so polite n sweet :((( unfortunately he’s cursed w the most obvious customer service smile and voice LMAOO but when you become a regular he starts to sound a lot more genuine!!

i just think he belongs . behind the counter. in a café…….. it makes sense to me . especially for a uni au sugu. he loves making drinks and he’s so good at it too. always smells lightly of chai. and wears cozy sweaters. i need him bad

[odxrilove]

☆ RIKI BOYFRIEND TEXTS

pairing: riki x f!reader

warnings: established relationship, cursing, mention of itzy yuna, jjk + nana mentions, 1 kms joke

a/n: small gift for mj aka my poyfie aka @tyunni ^.^ this has been in my drafts for AGESSS hehe tysm for always listening to me n supporting me for so long, i love you (ღ′◡‵)

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[hoshigray]

Had the most random thought, but what if you caught Miguel by surprise and sneaked a kiss on the back of his neck when he's stressed out?

An: Don't mind me, just feeling soft for Miguel because he's corrupting my brain at the moment, lol. Also, wanted to write this to distract me from the fact Pleasurable Practice got smacked with a community label ffs. But, tysm for the love on that fic <33, and [MAYBE] I'll work on pt ii for next week! Thanks again, you lovelies, and enjoy!!

Edited Note: Also, here's an ATSV masterlist I made earlier for your convenience!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - stressed Miguel bc when is he not - you give him a kiss on the neck - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love) - just you and Miguel being adorbs and him being whipped hehe~

Wc: 902

"Aaaaaarrgh!!!"

You snap away from what you were doing to find where the noise came from. Not to your surprise, it's from your boyfriend — Miguel O'Hara, who's expressing his dismay by throwing another tray full of empty containers you got from the cafeteria.

The man is descending from his [godforsaken slow-ass] station, tapping his feet and huffing by the second. His brows are furrowed in anger, and he moves a hand to soothe his forehead with his fingers. When his post finally stops, he jumps down to sit on a chair and groans into his hands.

That was the third time this week. A villain was supposed to be captured and brought into the Spider Society to be sent back to their own universe; however, that was two days ago. And for some reason, this evil-doer has been hopping in and out of multiple universes. It's been a hassle for the other Spiders to grab hold of them; Lyla has to have eyes on them within every minute of every hour, and Miguel...Obviously, he would like to have this matter taken care of already.

You get up from where you're sitting and walk up behind Miguel, whose face is still covered by his hands with inaudible curses that you can tell are in Spanish. "You okay?"

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders entail a huge sigh seething out of his system. "No, mi amor." He frees his face only to rest his forehead with a hand propped by his leg. "This game of cat-and-mouse has been going on longer than necessary, got Spiders who're tired of the chase — I'm tired, yet there's more stuff piling up and—" He stops himself with another deep sigh, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "I just can't right now...."

All you can do is hum aimlessly while massaging his shoulders, his trapezius and deltoids tense with stress. You understand that a lot is going on for Miguel, giving him his space and letting him do what he does best: being a hero. But of course, being a superhero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and you're bound to get hit with obstacles that'll hinder your progress. Annoyingly so, if you're a leader of an organization like your boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he's only one man, and you know he forgets this fact when he's too wrapped up in work. He's dedicated to protecting his peers, his home, and you. And although you appreciate the sentiment sincerely, you wish he'd remember to not go too hard on himself before he's burnt out.

You sigh through your nostrils, your hands kneading out any remnants of tension while Miguel indulges before storming back to work. That's when an idea hits you when your eyes land on the back ends of his hair, a smile creeping in slowly. Your hand brushes the lower tufts of his brown strands, and you lean down to press your soft lips on him after pulling his suit to expose his neck.

Immediately, Miguel goes rigid at the feeling of your lips on him. And his breath hitches when your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer to you as you lay your chin on top of his head (which you realize is a rare opportunity as he's taller than you).

"Mi lindo araña," You chuckle to yourself when you notice hints of red sneaking on the lobes of his ears. "The more you stress yourself, the more you look like a grouchy face."

"A grouchy face?" His tone holds slight confusion. "You've been hanging with Peter B. too much, amorcito." He shakes his head while you giggle, and you two sink into each other's presence for a little while, taking in the silence outside of the calming breaths Miguel takes. If he were to confess, it's as if almost all his fatigue has vanished into thin air when he's in your embrace. But he doesn't say anything — he doesn't have to. Because you already know.

You set your lips on his temple. "Feeling okay now?" His body vibrates from a tiny purr, and you remove yourself to stand up straight. "Alright then, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get something to share. Because you clearly need a snack. And while I'm gone, pick up that tray and those empty containers off the floor before Lyla has another reason to call you a 'grumpy man-child.'"

His face molds to a deep scowl from the mention of his pixelated peer's name-calling. "I am not a man-child."

You give him a look. "You kinda are."

"And what gives you that—"

"Muñeco," Miguel quickly refrains from arguing when you call him by his nickname, the name only you can use. "If you're not a man-child, why haven't you stood up and done what I asked yet?"

The man opens his mouth, yet no words dare leave. Reddish-brown eyes are honed in on your figure as you survey his reaction, and he exhales in defeat when he stands up from his chair. Your smile flourishes. "I'll be back," is what you say as you turn to exit his domain and head to the cafeteria.

Miguel watches you leave until you're out of his line of sight, unable to fight the twinge of his lips while he moves to pick up his mess like you instructed him to.

"Sólo tú puedes darme órdenes, mi alma."

[inseobts]

Hi there may i request usopp x strawhat!reader? (fem!reader too) For the scenario i want something like them going on their first date together? Maybe somewhere along the way the two of em try to avoid the Marines during the date hehe,, i would like it to take place at post timeskip please tysm in advanced ! 💗

Troubled Date

usopp x fem!reader

a/n: thank you for this request, it was really fun to write ♡

words count: 1.1k

tags: fluff, romance, first date

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The Sunny is docked at a lively island town, filled with colorful markets, busy streets, and the smell of grilled seafood in the air. It’s the perfect place for a date, or at least, that’s what Usopp tells himself as he waits for you at the edge of the ship.

“Okay, Usopp, you got this,” he mutters, taking deep breaths “It’s just Y/N. Y/N, who’s been my crewmate for years. Y/N, who—who looks really cute today.” He swallows hard when he sees you walking toward him, wearing a bright smile.

“Ready to go?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Pshh, of course!” Usopp straightens his back “This is gonna be the best date ever! A legendary date! People will tell stories about it for generations!”

You giggle “Then let’s make it a good one, great warrior.”

He turns red but quickly clears his throat “Ahem! Yes! Let’s go!”

The two of you step off the Sunny and into the town. The streets are full of life, merchants selling trinkets, children running around, and street performers juggling flaming torches. Usopp’s eyes shine with excitement.

“Ohhh! Look at that!” He points at a booth selling deep-fried snacks “Let’s start with food! You can’t go on an adventure on an empty stomach!”

“I thought this was a date, not an adventure” you tease.

He grins “Same thing!”

The two of you buy some snacks and walk through the marketplace, enjoying the sights and sounds. Everything seems perfect, until Usopp suddenly freezes, his eyes wide in horror.

“Uh-oh.”

“What?” you ask, mouth full of food.

He slowly turns to you “Marines. Over there.”

You peek over his shoulder. A group of Marines is walking through the crowd, scanning faces. They don’t seem to have noticed you two yet, but they’re getting closer.

“What do we do?” you whisper.

“Hide! Quick!” Usopp grabs your hand and pulls you behind a fruit stand, both of you crouching low.

“Why do we always run into Marines at the worst times?” you whisper, pressing against the crates of apples.

“It’s the curse of being too cool” Usopp whispers back.

You roll your eyes but smile. The Marines stop near the stand, talking to the merchant. You and Usopp hold your breath.

“Hey,” he murmurs, voice suddenly soft “I, uh… I’m glad you came today. I was really nervous.”

You blink in surprise, then squeeze his hand “Me too.”

He turns bright red.

Before you can say more, a loud CRASH echoes through the market. You both peek around the corner and see Luffy at a food stall, arguing with the owner, his face stuffed with meat.

The Marines immediately turn toward the noise.

“Oh no” you and Usopp say at the same time.

“There! That’s Straw Hat Luffy!” one of them shouts.

Usopp’s grip on your hand tightens “Oh no, oh no, oh no—”

“RUN!” you yell, yanking him in the opposite direction as the Marines push through the crowd.

The two of you weave through the busy marketplace, dodging fruit carts and leaping over barrels. Usopp almost trips over a stray chicken, but you keep pulling him forward.

“Why does this ALWAYS happen?!” he cries.

“Because we’re pirates?” you laugh breathlessly.

“I just wanted a normal date!”

“You expected NORMAL?! On a date with me?!”

“…Okay, that’s fair.”

Behind you, the Marines shout orders. You spot an alleyway between two buildings and pull Usopp into it. The two of you press against the wall, panting.

The sound of boots stomping on cobblestone grows louder. Usopp peeks around the corner and immediately pulls back, eyes wide.

“They’re close” he whispers.

You glance upward and spot a wooden balcony above you “Up there!”

Without thinking, you grab Usopp’s waist and boost him up. He yelps, flailing before grabbing onto the ledge.

“H-hey! I’m supposed to be the one protecting you!”

“Less talking, more climbing!”

Usopp scrambles onto the balcony and reaches down for you. You grab his hands, and with a strong pull, he hauls you up, though he nearly topples over in the process.

“Phew,” he sighs, wiping his forehead “That was close.”

You both sit on the balcony floor, catching your breath. The Marines run past below, completely unaware.

For a moment, there’s silence. Just the distant chatter of the town, the cool breeze, and the two of you, still holding hands.

Usopp realizes it first. His face turns red “A-ah! Uh—”

You laugh, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go “Thanks for pulling me up.”

His heart is beating way too fast “A-anytime.”

You both sit there for a moment, looking out at the town. The sun is starting to set, casting a golden glow over everything. Even after all the chaos, just sitting next to you feels nice.

“…So, this wasn’t exactly the date I planned” Usopp admits.

You tilt your head “Oh? And what was the plan?”

“Well,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was gonna take you to a nice restaurant, impress you with my amazing storytelling, maybe buy you a cool gift—y’know, romantic stuff.”

You smile “This was fun too.”

His eyes widen “R-really?”

You nod “Running from Marines together? That’s a real Straw Hat date.”

Usopp stares at you for a second before bursting into laughter “Okay, okay, you have a point.”

You stand up and offer your hand “Come on, let’s find the others before Luffy causes more trouble.”

He takes your hand, smiling “Yeah. But, uh…” He hesitates. “Maybe we try another date next time? A real one?”

You squeeze his fingers “I’d like that.”

His face burns red, but he grins, heart pounding in the best way possible.

You’re about to turn when Usopp suddenly tugs on your hand, stopping you. His expression is serious for once, though his face is still pink.

“…Wait.”

You blink “What?”

He hesitates for a moment, then takes a shaky breath “I, uh—before we go, I just…”

Then, before he can overthink it, he leans forward and presses a quick, warm kiss to your lips.

It’s short, barely a second, but it leaves you completely frozen.

Usopp pulls back, looking like he might pass out. His eyes dart everywhere except at you “S-sorry! I just—! I thought—! B-but if that was too much, I—!”

You cut him off by grabbing his scarf and pulling him in for another kiss, this one slower, softer. He lets out a tiny, surprised squeak before melting into it, his hands awkwardly hovering before resting on your waist.

When you finally pull away, his face is an impossible shade of red “Oh.” His voice cracks “Oh.”

You smile, brushing your fingers over his “I really, really liked this date.”

He sways a little, dazed “…I think I did too.”

You laugh and take his hand again “Come on, Romeo. Let’s go before the others start looking for us.”

Usopp stumbles after you, still red-faced but grinning like an idiot.

Maybe this date didn’t go as planned.

But honestly?

It turned out way better.

[littlelamy]

good morning/afternoon/evening!

i just wanted to ask if you could write a rafe fic based on "bad idea right?" by olivia rodrigo

so basically, reader and rafe are exes (duh) and one day, reader "accidentally" unblocks him. just as she was abt to block him again, a message pops up asking for her to come over hehe. so obviously, she decides to go. but suddenly, its like god was against her going bcs her car wont work, the bus is running late and it even started to rain! but she does arrive at rafes house and basically they get back together again lmao

if you decided to do this, tysm!! i love love love ur writing and i think you are insanely talented. again, tysm and goodbye!

a/n: thank you so much for sending a request!🤍🐑

you really shouldn’t be doing this. like, seriously, this is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas. but here you are, staring at your phone screen, heart racing because you just “accidentally” unblocked your ex, rafe cameron.

it wasn’t even intentional. okay, maybe a little. you were mindlessly scrolling through instagram when you saw his name on an old dm, and your thumb slipped. you thought about blocking him again right away, but then a message popped up. “come over?”

you stare at the text, feeling your pulse quicken. what the hell are you thinking? you blocked rafe for a reason — or a hundred reasons, actually. he was toxic, arrogant, and he had this way of pulling you in, even when you knew better. and now here he is, luring you back with just two little words.

bad idea, right? you should just stay home, curl up on the couch, and forget this ever happened. but of course, you don’t. instead, you grab your jacket and keys, tossing your phone in your bag like you're trying to outrun your better judgment.

when you get to your car, it won’t start. of course. perfect. as if God is trying to save you from your own stupidity. you slam the steering wheel, muttering a few choice words. fine. no problem. you’ll just take the bus.

but the bus is late. like, really late. you check the time every five minutes, cursing under your breath. why can’t you just forget about rafe? why can’t you stay away from him like a normal person with self-control?

the sky opens up as if God isn’t done with you yet, and it starts to pour. just your luck. you stand there, soaked to the bone, waiting for a bus that feels like it’s never coming. every rational part of you is screaming to turn around and go home, but your feet stay glued to the spot.

eventually, the uber you placed comes, and by the time you arrive at rafe’s house, you’re drenched and shivering. his place looks exactly the same — massive, expensive, and too quiet for comfort. you stand at the door for a second, debating if you should knock or just turn around. but before you can make up your mind, the door swings open.

“look who decided to show up,” rafe says, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid grin of his. he looks annoyingly good, as usual, in a way that makes your stomach flip.

“shut up,” you mutter, stepping inside before you can change your mind. “this was a bad idea.”

“maybe,” he replies, his voice low and teasing. “but you’re here, aren’t you?”

you glare at him, peeling off your wet jacket and dropping it on the floor. he’s standing way too close, and you can feel the tension between you, thick and heavy. the same tension that always pulls you back, no matter how many times you tell yourself you’re done with him.

“why did you text me?” you ask, crossing your arms like that’ll somehow protect you from the mess you’re about to get yourself into.

“because i knew you’d come,” he says simply, stepping closer. “you always do.”

his words hit harder than they should have, because he’s right. you hate that he’s right. you should have stayed home. you should have walked away the moment you saw his message, but now that you’re here, you don’t want to leave.

“maybe i shouldn’t have,” you whisper, even though you both know that’s a lie.

rafe’s eyes darken, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “but you did.”

you hate how easy it is for him to break down your walls, to make you forget why you ever ended things in the first place. his fingers brush your cheek, and you lean into his touch, feeling that familiar pull. it isn’t just lust. it’s something deeper, something dangerous.

before you can stop yourself, you kiss him. hard. like you need him to remind you why this is such a terrible idea, but all he does is kiss you back, pulling you closer until you can feel his heartbeat against yours.

his hands are everywhere—in your hair, on your back, gripping your waist like he never wants to let go. it’s like you haven’t spent months apart, like nothing has changed between you. and in that moment, maybe it hasn’t.

you pull back, breathless, staring up at him with wide eyes. “this is a bad idea, rafe.”

he smirks, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers, “maybe. but when has that ever stopped us?”

you don’t have an answer, because he’s right. it never has.

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[mirensiart]

I've been thinking about Time and his eye, and that got me thinking about the pain sharing au so here's some ideas and headcanons:

Idea 1: Time deals with light sensitivity

I've been watching a youtube channel, the blind surfer, (he's really cool btw you should check him out, he's a voice actor and he's literally THE movie trailer voice guy, he's done stuff for like everything. anyways moving on) he was talking about light sensitivity and how he's still able to see light, and that without his sunglasses, it leads to headaches and migraines

So I imagine that the main reason Time almost always has his eye closed is because of light sensitivity. Even with the eye being closed, bright sunny days are probably really bad for him. Someone get this poor man an eye patch. I can only imagine the hell that would be one of Four's migraines combined with one of Time's from light sensitivity.

Idea 2: Lack of depth perception leads to shenanigans

Since he also doesn't have depth perception, with the curse, the chain finally realizes just how often Time bumps into things. He's a bit clumsy and spills or knocks things over a lot, in the Malon comics we literally see him knock over a jar and spill jelly everywhere. In battle he's amazing, in everyday life.... it's a struggle. There are so many tiny little bumps that everyone's confused about until they remember that Time is literally blind in one eye and therefore lacks depth perception.

And now for a slightly more wholesome one, everyone's carefully not to accidentally startle him by approaching his blind side. Ok, that's all I have for now. I'd love to see people explore the tiny little things that come with Time missing an eye more, there's so much potential in just the small mundane things.

YES YES YES !!!!!!

I remember someone tagging me in a post about wounds, and it went into detail about eye wounds & the phantom pains relating to missing an eye, and it's honestly so interesting, especially if applied to the au

I do agree that this dude needs an eyepatch cause the light sensitivity must suck, especially if you work/are outdoors a lot! Which is time's case

I really love the hc that wind gets him an eyepatch eventually hehe

I love the depth perception shenanigans, like I can just imagine him leaning into say, twilight or wars, to rest his arm on their shoulder and completely missing by a mile and falling lmao

I can see him trip a lot too, I remember reading that some people with vision problems also have problems with stairs, so yeah hehe

Anyway tysm for your message, I really need to explore the depth perception thing some time, cause I feel it could be hilarious hehe

[ravenna-reid]

hey babe! how you're doing?

so here's an idea i had. Maybe something like reader was kidnapped by joker, tortured just like jason but Batman saved her before the same fate as the second robin hits her. And Bruce -needs- jason to help her because he's the only one who passed through what she passed?? like, they're relationship could be something angsty, idk

Hey!! I'm doing well and I hope you are too! <3 Tysm for requesting!!! I love writing for ya'll and this idea!!!! This idea is everything omg....I hope you enjoy what I've written hehe

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Old Scars - Jason Todd x Reader

TW: torture via electrocution, trauma (canon things)

Three and a half hours.

That's how Bruce had tried to smooth it over.

By saying it was only three and a half hours. But as far as Jason was concerned, that's three and a half hours too long.

"Bruce...fuck I can't believe he did this again."

"Me either..." Bruce murmured over the comms, barely audible. "It should never have happened."

It wouldn't have happened... if only you would let someone put the clown 6ft under.

The bitter thought repeated in Jason's mind like a broken record, but he kept it to himself. Because all he could think about right now was you and what had happened. All he could focus on was the traumas and fears that were resurfacing, itching away at him like a disease. Consuming him like a plague. And it was even worst knowing you had gone through it all too now.

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Three and a half hours.

It'd only been three and a half hours...and yet it was feeling like an eternity. You spluttered on the water that had made its way into your mouth and down your throat.

The manic laughter was numbing your ears. The straps on your arms and legs were digging so deeply into your skin it was making your stomach churn. The burning in your veins and jolts tracing through your limbs were near unbearable.

Wasn't it ironic how your main weapons on patrol involved electricity. And now, the clown had you strapped to some sort of hospital bed; routinely dumping a bucket of water on you before turning up the volts attached to your limbs.

Well, that's what the punchline was according to Joker. That's what made this all oh so funny.

All you could think was how much longer?

How much longer until Bruce came? Or Dick, Cass, literally fucking anyone. Clark or Diana even.

But no matter how hard you fought to suppress it, that same thought repeated in your mind like a broken record.

No one had come for Jason. They were too late.

Black dots were swimming in your vision and your head was pounding. It took you a second to realise that no one was actually hitting it to cause that sensation. Everything was blurred and hazy, but he was laughing again. You could tell. And laughing meant another jolt of electricity.

No please. You just wanted to go to sleep. Close your eyes.

Maybe if you slept, the pain would all go away. Fade away like a sick dream. Maybe it'd stop. Just for a second.

"No.." You cried, then cursed yourself. This sick freak would find satisfaction in your begs, but the words fell from your lips before you could stop them.

"I can't...I..."

Your scream tore through the atmosphere as he flipped the switch.

Then...glass shattering. The clown falling to the floor. Pointed ears.

And finally...darkness.

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It'd been 30 minutes.

30 minutes of Jason standing outside your bedroom door.

But he just couldn't do it.

He knew how selfish it was. Selfish and cruel.

You'd both had been friends for a while now. Nothing major, not like you and the others. But he had a deep-rooted respect for you. You and your backstory, your unwavering morals and goal. He really did admire you...he just had a shitty way of showing it.

You were kind without being a doormat. Strong without being unhinged and violent. And you always appeared at the perfect time. Whether it was when he was outnumbered in a fight, in need of some extra bandages and headache medication, or when he was alone on a rooftop contemplating everything.

You seemed to have always appeared at the perfect time. And he couldn't even do that.

"You have to help her through this Jason, regardless." Bruce had said to him. Chastised him. Berated him.

"Do you think..." Jason trailed off, those horrible words dying on his tongue.

'Do you think she'll end up like me now?'

Bruce hadn't given him the chance to explain what he was trying to say. "Jason this isn't about you!" He had snapped, ripping Jason from his thoughts.

"Y/n needs you right now. She needs someone she can relate to. Someone who can understand. Can you do that Jason? Be there for her when she wakes up?"

So here Jason was, before your door 35 minutes later.

A stupid tremble began in his hands as he glared down at them. Begging them to just rise and knock on your damn door. Was it the fact that you had just been involved in something so heinous that was crawling under his skin? Or was it his visit with the past? Most likely both. It was most likely everything-

The door swung open, Alfred dressed in his usual attire, now bloody and dishevelled, and a mournful look on his face.

Jason's heart leapt into his throat. "Alfred, is she-"

Alfred raised his hand and closed his tired eyes. "She should be fine Master Todd. Few bruises here and there, but most of the damage is internal."

Jason let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding.

"That vile man..." Alfred began with the shake of his head. "Whatever he used to electrocute Miss y/l/n, it was made so that she wouldn't die instantly..."

"He wanted the moment to last as long as possible." Bruce was behind Alfred, face as blank as ever.

Jason stiffened. Frustration and panic and hate bubbling all at once inside of him. For who was to blame for this deja vu of a situation?

The clown that should have been killed, or the man that keeps protecting him?

"I'm glad you decided to come Jason."

Jason wanted to scoff. Huff in annoyance. But stuck to his bitter glare. "So she's alright? A-alive, she'll live?" He snapped.

"Yes, she just needs a lot of rest. She's not fully conscious yet but, you should still go in and see her."

Jason swallowed hard. "You can leave then."

Bruce tried to keep his temper, and to do so, he left with Alfred without another word. Alfred gave a weak smile for encouragement before Jason forced himself into the bedroom.

No doubt Alfred and Bruce had performed numerous medical procedures on you. 'Electrocution' Bruce had explained, for who knew how long. But he had assured Jason that he did everything he could, and that for the mean time, you should be ok...

The door squeaked as he shut it behind him, and suddenly it was as though the room was trying to swallow him whole, the only comfort being your scent.

The sun fought to break through not only the dark clouds outside, but the sheer curtains that were drawn over your windows. It casted dark shadows across your room, and they sat and watched as Jason neared your bed.

He wish he would stop fiddling with his hands. Stop sweating. Stop continuously swallowing. But he had no idea what state you were in. What he'd see once he looked down at you.

Nearing the bed, he saw your form nestled amongst the thick duvet and pillows. And as he quietly sat himself down on the chair beside your bed, he let out another sharp breath.

Your face was pale like snow. Colourless like the overcast sky outside. Your eyes were closed as you remained in your slumber, and Jason only hoped it brought you more peace than reality did. That the drugs you were hooked up to weren't keeping you trapped inside of a nightmare.

Was this what he had looked like afterwards? So sad? So silent and distant from the world?

Every now and then you twitched, and instinctively Jason reached out to you. He took his time, gingerly running the back of his finger across your bruised cheek. Brushed the hair from your face. Your skin was still cold.

How could he make you warm? How could he get rid of the cold?

He could still remember that cold, and he wondered where Joker had tortured you. Most likely not where Jason had been beaten with a crow bar, but his memory still dragged him back there. To that abandoned wing. The cold tiles. The dirt and grime and darkness. The laughter and weapons and tools...

Jason clawed his way back to the present only to be greeted with the full impact of the grief that came with the fact that Joker had done to you what had been done to him.

And Jason hated it.

With the lump in his throat and pain in his chest, he rose from the seat and quickly left your room.

He was glad you were asleep. At peace for the time being before awakening and having to deal with it all. He was glad that you were asleep so you couldn't see the tears in his eyes.

[absdoll]

AAHHHHGHH YOURE WRITING IS SOO GOOD AND CUTE AND HASKSKDBSKSLANS!!!!!! Do you think you could write sub!abby?? love youuuu💋

TYSM MY SWEET NONNIE ♡💕🩷 I LUV U MORE !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

₊˚⊹ cw : sub!abby , dom(?)!reader , face fucking (r!rec) , fingering (a!rec) , mommy kink , edging (a!rec) 🎀 i think that’s it ? hehe this is gross & i love it <333

“ohhhh, abs” you purr at your 5’10 girlfriend as she sits on her knees at your feet, looking up at you with pleading blue eyes. “you wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you bun? hmm?” you mock. abby whimpers when you grab a fist full of her hair, shoving her nose to your clothed pussy. abby inhales deeply, letting your sweet smell swim through her nostrils.

“please baby, please let me taste you.” abby whispers in a low pitched tone, her hands pinned behind her back.

you run your thumb across her pouted bottom lip, “please, i’ll make you feel so good, i promise.” she begs. abby lets out a long sigh, warm breath fogging over your wet panties. you smirk at her, “p-please, please let me show you how good i am.” abby’s voice cracks, her desperate pleads like music to your ears.

you give her a soft smile, granting her permission to begin nibbling at your clit.

abby moans as she sucks and slurps at your hole, “mm- y-you t-aste s’good mmommy ahh.” your hand gripping the back of abby’s neck, fucking her face. “shhh, use that tongue for licking, not talking angel.” you warn sweetly.

“fuck abs th-that feels sfucki- ahh!” you hiss when abby circles your pink pulsing nub, thick shiny cream coating her chin. “y-yeahuhhh right there!” you moan. the blonde keeps her lips glued to your clit, making you curse and gasp with every lick she gives you. abby’s hands still restricted behind her back, she uses her nose to take over for her tongue, the pink muscle now sucked into your tight hole. you continue to push her head deeper into your pussy. as you ride out your orgasm on her face, you can tell abby’s getting frustrated with the uncomfortable feeling brewing between her toned legs.

“what do you need, baby?” you coo at your girlfriend as she falls onto the bed.

you crawl on top of the buff blonde, pressing a kiss to her forehead. your hand travels down to the band of her boxers, slipping under. your fingers sticking to her folds as you kiss her neck. sighs of both relief and frustration come from her pink lips. your hand just resting on top of her clit, not moving a muscle.

abby’s hips are thrusting up into your hand, you still purposely ignoring her whines and whispers of, “please baby, i made you feel so good, please go faster.”

you begin rubbing slow, small circles on abby’s aching clit, occasionally letting a finger dip into her clenching hole, but only for a second. abby is groaning and flailing around on the bed, so fucking desperate. “more! p-please baby!”

“so pathetic abs, so weak and needy coming from such a big strong girl.” you tease. she lets out a sound of annoyance, huffing at your mean and condescending words. “oh? you don’t like that? you’re way meaner to me angel, remember last night? didn’t let me cum for over an hour.” abby’s eyes widen as she realizes what’s in store for her. “ohh poor baby.. you were making fun of me, remember?” you plunge your two fingers deep into abby’s distressed hole. “f-fuck!” abby cries out as your fingers hit her just right, she’s a whimpering mess.

you feel her gummy walls tighten around you, signaling she’s close. you’ve been in this position before, fucking abby blind with just the thrust of your fingers, her teetering on the edge, and right as she’s about to release all over your hand, you jolt your movements to a stop.

“aaa-ugghh! wh-“ abby’s eyes open to see you grinning down at her, her eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. “fuck you.” she seethes. you giggle at her frustration, picking up your pace again. you slide down to her puffed up clit, kitten licking as your fingers slowly pump in and out of your deprived girlfriend.

abby’s getting close again with every swipe of your tongue drawing figure eights on her swollen clit. her moans are muffled and distraught. “p-please let me cum mommy!” your fingers and tongue working faster to relieve your pent up girlfriend, “go ahead abigail, fill my mouth up.” the second you allow abby to cum, her white creamy juice filling your mouth instantly.

you fall on top of abby, who is trying to catch her breath. “you did so good.” you whisper sweetly in her ear.

a/n : i was struggling with writers block these past few days so i’m sorry if this isn’t the best <3 luv u all 💕💗🩷

☁️ @whore4abby @hersweetheart @enbesbians @abbystoy & @d3arapril (for u my subby!abby luvr) ☁️

[bttrflybb]

i love your blog, it's so pretty!! if you could write sub!neji that would be great. have a good day/night <3

cw: praise, overstim, f¡ngering (m receiving) sub!neji, softdom!reader, nipple play 18+

tysm love ! i think i've finally found a layout i like a lot hehe. i hope u enjoy ! if an@l isn't ur style don't worry there will be more sub!neji content ♡ pinky promise

sub!neji who is covered in erogenous zones. his ears, his neck, his chest. sub!neji who makes the prettiest little noises- noises you need to coax out of him gently like a scared animal. sub!neji who's so shy about how truly pathetic he is for you.

“f-feels good- hahh- feel really good, lovely,” he huffs. so cute- and you’ve only got a single finger in him. his body is taut in an arch, small whines coming from him each time you graze the bundle of nerves inside of him. “doin’ sooo good for me, pretty boy,” you hum smugly. an impure smile is plastered on your face as you look down at him. the genius of the hyuga- a mess in your hands, twitching and jerking at each and every touch of yours. “ngh- shhh..” he shies away at the praise. so embarrassing- being broken down this way, he hates it. he hates that he loves it so fucking much.

you tut. “that’s not what you say, sweet boy.” you emphasize your words with a hard press against his spot and an erotic sigh against the side of his neck. your eyes are glowing with lust as they bore into him; his reluctantly meet yours, shame evident on his face. “th-thank you,” he whimpers. “good jobbb,” you praise, licking a stripe on his neck and then gently nipping down it. he gasps at the ‘reward’ and sobs as you continue your assault. slowly, kisses and bites make their down to his chest, rapidly rising and falling at the stimulation. “such a good boy,” it comes out as a warning, your hot breath right over his puffy pink nipple. he hardly has any time to brace for your tongue before the flat of it takes it into your mouth and rolls it with your teeth.

he wails at the contact, dick twitching hard enough that its wet tip slaps against you as your body hovers over him. your finger doesn’t slow either, fucking in and out of him directly into the gummy lump at the front of his entrance. “ah-ah- fuck- too much, l-lovely- hahh-“ he babbles, shaking his head from side to side at the torture- cool brown hair now covering his pink dusted face. his hands knead wrinkles into the satin duvet he feels like he’s drowning in. “too much? not even touching your pretty cock yet, sweet thing,” you drool against his nipple, words lewdly slurring with spit.

toying with him like this is so easy. he’s going dumb on your fingers, two inside him now scissoring him open. your pads circle his spot and he’s convulsing beneath you- tears streaming down his precious fucked-out face. “p-please- i wanna cum, please let me cum,” he fusses, “yeah? need me to touch you, sweet boy?” you soothe him, faux empathy coating your words. “f-fuck- yes, please, please touch me-“ he sobs. it’s like music to your ears once he’s finally this vocal, finally this broken. “need you to touch me, please- please please please-“ he’s gone. those special eyes of his unfocused- temples relaxed as he looked into nothing. you blinded the hyuga.

a prideful sadistic smirk graces you as you lean back on your knees- and your hand is firm on his wet cock, such a leaky boy. neji’s found his voice it seems, at last. pitiful crackly cries erupt from him at the contact and he’s slurring thank you’s, curses, and pleas. you flap your fingers inside of him, patting that spot over and over while you stroke his sticky length, coated in pre. “so good neji, just need you to let go for me, okay? m’ riiight here, i’ve got you,” you chide, taking in the full view of his slender body seizing at the torturous pleasure. his hair splayed on the ivory pillows frames his gorgeous spaced-out face like a halo. the deep purple bruises you sucked into his neck and red teeth marks that trace all the way down to his peck make themselves apparent too.

the sight of his ecstasy peaking and the way it wracks his body coaxes a moan out of you, ropes shooting up to his chest as you milked the tip of him, pressure on his frenulum sending him over the edge. moans and cries mix into his panting, creating the prettiest harmony of sounds you’ve ever heard from him. both your hand's movements cease, aside from the thumb you’re rolling over his tip once he’s finished painting himself. he’s quickly overstimulated by the contact, weakly shutting his legs to try and get you off of him. “f-fuck- please angel- s-stop- too much, too much-“ he whimpers, and your heart pangs with guilty arousal. you relent, retracting both hands to yourself- eliciting a weak mewl and spasm from the boy below you.

praise and encouragement are a must as you clean him up, you don't want the poor boy to go back into hiding, do you? it's like you sing to him to keep him in this sweet headspace, voice so tender while you clean his tummy off. "so pretty, my pretty boy," you hum, shifting to stand back up and put the cloth away. temperate fingertips wrap around your wrist and your head snaps back to him. cloudy eyes look up at you, pleas seated behind them as they look over your face. "hmm? what's up, sweetheart?" "w'nna take care of you," he murmurs. sweet boy. he looks seconds away from falling asleep- you giggle. "yeah? you do?"

[chosopie]

Hey! 🫶🏻 So if your requests are open can I please request giving blowjob to true form Sukuna? 🫣 he’s fucking your throat with both of his cocks one by one, you know…. The rest is up to you 🤎

Love love loveee your works so much 💔💔

ONE IS NOT ENOUGH - RYOMEN SUKUNA

cw: degradation (followed by praises), choking on dick, pain (small cuts on the sides of mouth from getting dicked down), throatfucking, choking, pussy rubbing, aftercare a/n: hi anon! tysm for requesting this, this was quite fun hehe.

With his hand balled into a fist and your hair tightly pulled together in his grasp, he easily bobbed your head onto his lengthy and thick cock.

Poor you. Having Sukuna as your first was not easy especially with someone his size. You've been with him for quite a while now but you just can't seem to ever get used to his size. This was no surprise for you since he was unlike any other human. he was competent in every way, especially down there.

Your teary eyes stared up at his lustful gaze, your cheeks dusted with a red tint. Beads of sweat rolled down your temples, while spit rolled down the corner of your lip.

"Messy girl," he whispered between grunts.

The feeling of your hot and wet mouth worked wonders for him. Every time your eyes would glance at his beefy legs, you'd notice them slightly quivering from pleasure, giving you reassurance that you were doing the right thing.

Sukuna was hasty and needy. He sloppily thrusted into you, not even bothering to find a steady pace while he pushed your head into his cock. You could feel it in the back of your throat, your cheeks were stuffed full with his girth. A tear ran down your face and Sukuna smirked.

Seeing his girl in a state like this was a priceless sight for him. He loved the muffled sounds you'd make while you gag on his dick. The messy hair, teary eyes, and the spit running down your mouth made his cock throb.

"Almost there," Sukuna huffed. His legs started to shake even more as his grew close to his release. "You dirty bitch. You're getting good at taking my dick."

Your tongue slid up and down, licking just below his tip. He cursed and moaned as you focused on licking his sweet spot. His grip on your hair tightened. It hurt, but in the best way possible because Sukuna's roughness only made you wetter.

He thrusted even harder and faster. This knocked the wind out of your lungs, and you were choking on his dick. More spit came out of your mouth and slid down the sides of your stretched out lips.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this. Your mouth looks better when it's stuffed."

You sucked in your cheeks, making the space in your mouth even tighter. Sukuna threw his head back and started panting. You could feel every vein and the very shape of his dick on your tongue. After a few more thrusts, he pumped his creamy white seed into your throat. A sweet and salty taste enveloped your senses.

Sukuna pulled his dick out of your mouth with a loud pop. His eyes were nearly shut as he audibly exhaled through his mouth. You were exhausted. You focused on regaining your breath while your hands tried to pry the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead due to the sweat.

"Tired already? You're forgetting something." Sukuna devilishly laughed while he tapped his second cock on your face, smearing his pre-cum everywhere.

Your eyes widened in realization. The other one below was way more girthy.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked up at Sukuna's mischievous gaze. He continued dragging the tip of his leaking cock all over your cheek, giving your skin a thin layer of glaze.

You swiftly grabbed his cock and shoved it in your mouth, your tongue instantly getting to work. Wet and sloppy noises filled the room as you bobbed your head up and down. He placed his large hand on the back of your head; this time, gently guiding you.

With your right hand, you stroke the lower part of his shaft—the part you couldn't fit in your mouth. Sukuna gently caresses your head, his hips remained still because he was feeling kind enough to let you adjust for a while. That was what scared you. Sukuna would be all slow and gentle right now and all you could do is stay on your toes because you'll never know when he'd start going fast again.

It was like you had just manifested it. At least you saw it coming.

All of a sudden, you feel his dick hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. It felt like a punch. He was so inhumanly big you swear you could feel it in your esophagus. Tears began pooling in your eyes as Sukuna relentlessly fucked your throat, the girth of his dick stuffing your throat. With his other hand, he reaches over to your ass and starts rubbing your clothed cunt from the back. You tried to let out a moan, but his dick was in the way. All that left your mouth were a pathetic string of muffled noises that came out like gulps.

You place both of your hands on his toned ass for support. Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you, but he didn't stop for a second. You focused again on licking his sweet spot and the space around it, giving every part of his dick the attention it needed. His tip continued to bump the swollen flesh. You could feel the wetness of his tip, the thick warm pre-cum oozing out of it. His fingers rubbed your clit faster, your juices seeping through the thin material of your lace underwear.

Both of his lower arms were occupied, so he reaches in with his upper arm and cups your throat, giving it a light queeze. You held an intense eye contact with him, your eyes glassy and slightly red and his piercing gaze battling for dominance. Of course, when it came to a battle for dominance, you were no match. Your eyes shied away and landed on the dick that was pumping in and out of your mouth. His eyes proceed to scan your face, looking at every detail—the beads of sweat, the baby hairs stuck to your forehead, and your swollen cherry lips.

"Fuck. They had no right making you look this pretty."

The messy look you had turned him on in ways like never before. Seeing his sweet doll get all messy and disheveled because of how hard he was fucking you made his dick ache with arousal. He loved seeing nice things get fucked up by his doings.

A few more sloppy thrusts and he's pouring his juices down your throat again. Sukuna used his hand to pull his dick out of your mouth. A bead of white liquid dribbled down your chin, and he forced it back into your mouth with his thumb.

"You did a good job, baby." Sukuna coos into your ear. His upper right arm caressed your hair while his lower arms lifted you up, placing you on his lap.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"Not too much." You mutter, your voice sounding hoarse.

"How does ice cream sound?"

[ventismacchiato]

soooo probably not the case, but what if yn was scaras first raw fuck HELP like i can imagine him not rly trusting ppl so thats why he always carries a condom around cus hes still a slut mhm LMAO

anyway i read the chapter as soon as it came out but it was late and my brain couldnt form a coherent thought so here i am now!

him grinding into the mattress while taking care of yn cus hes focused on their pleasure instead of his own, him throwing the pillow down AHHHH had my SCREAMING

ik u dont write smut all that often but that was INSANELY good, like ill bet my life savings that u got ppl to cum w that fs HELP thank yew for writing. and we all appreciate u writing 2 versions! like the inclusivity HELLOOOO read both versions multiple times and i ate it UPPP

not smut related, but the way scara still has a bit of trouble maintaining a light tone w yn like that scene when they were playing 21 questions, years at each other’s throats so it makes the progression seem a lot more real, since bad habits are hard to break and everything

scara waiting for yn in the kitchen cus he wants to spend more time w them, him cooking slower so they cud possibly eat tgt AHHHH hes so cute. and yn running back to their room is so real even if its the perfect opportunity to get closer to eo, cus i lowk wud do the same… i can nawt for the life of me flirt like hahaha if i never confess then no rejection! HELP

im sooo excited for the next couple of chapters esp knowing angst is coming up like are they gonna confess before then or not? literally felt my chest hurt during this line “silently cursing the distance he couldn't quite bridge.”

ik the angst is gonna get me HARD like ik they fucked and everything, but both of them still hesitating to take that step cus theyre scared of what might happen AGH scara said theyll talk tmrw but im on the edge of my seat cus the others might come back early and talk block them but i might js be overthinking

thanks for writing <33 it was soooo well done, we all genuinely appreciate the time and effort u put in, make sure to get some rest and gl w school! and i gotta apologize for how long this is HELP

ok wait i kinda fuck with that...cus it fits his character I APPROVE! HASHTAG CANON!

i think theres a term for this, stone top (?) idk thats what scara is giving where he just wants yn to feel good ngh

OMG THANK U AND LMFAO? id lowk be flattered yall fess up if u did...AND TYSM OMG

YESS U NOTICED like he dialed it down halfway but it still slips out and i think thats ok cus thats their little dynamic, hes soft when he needs to be yk

HES SO CUTE i hc he had to reheat it a few times cus it kept going cold from how slow he was going AND UR SO REAL I ALSO HATE CONFRONTATION in da clerb we all dying alone

THANK U!! and omg hehe :')

youll see what happens HAHA

omg thank u so much for the sweet ask and DONT BE SORRY I LOVE LONG ASKS AHH i love seeing everyones thoughts

[love-strike]

coups fucking you against the wall bc he can easily hold you up

-hit sent

what movie did you go to btw? was it good?

a/n: hi anon !! tysm for your request ❤️

for this prompt i actually asked my wonderful bestie @mimikookie - and she wrote all of it for me!! so she deserves 110% of the credit here 🫶🏻🫶🏻 tysmmmm

also ~ it was the barbie movie hehe and it was amazing hehe

“I thought you said,” you say with a breath, “you had to work out.”

Seungcheol pauses in kissing the column of your neck.

“I am working out,” he chuckles.

He bounces you up higher against the wall as if to prove his point.

“Not like this,” you huff.

“Why not? It’s arm day. I’m working out my arms,” he states matter-of-factly.

You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m also right,” he smirks and resumes his trail of kisses.

This time, you don’t reply and instead indulge in the feeling of his mouth against your skin.

Seungcheol moves lower to kiss along the swell of your breasts. You quickly remove your bra when he does so, and seconds after, his mouth is on one of your nipples.

He flicks at it a few times then uses his mouth to suck on it, making you moan as you lean your head back against the wall.

“Need to feel you,” you whine.

Seungcheol hums against your skin to let you know he heard you. He moves to your other breasts as he presses you against the wall harder. Your arms around his neck tighten while your legs around his waist loosen.

Seungcheol’s quick to discard his pants and underwear—his black shirt already removed earlier. You can feel the tip of his cock teasing your pussy, and you whine impatiently.

“Wanted me to leave, but here you are crying for my cock,” he mocks.

“Was just trying to be good,” you say with a slight pout.

He smiles, brushing his lips against yours as he replies, “You’re being such a good girl right now.”

Seungcheol takes a second to align his cock before burying himself in your heat.

You moan out a curse at the pleasurable stretch, eyes briefly closing so you can focus on the feeling.

Seungcheol begins to move his hips a few seconds later. Your back slides against the wall with each thrust. His pace increases gradually and soon, he’s stepping away from the wall altogether.

After a quick adjustment of his arms, he’s lifting your body up until just his tip is inside before lowering you.

You gasp at the new position and glide your hands down to his biceps to feel the way his muscles flex with each movement.

“S-show off,” you tease breathlessly, giving his muscles a squeeze.

“You love it.”

And you do.

You love how easily he’s using your body to get you both off. You love that he enjoys displaying his strength in front of you. You had never thought you were attracted to such a trait, but Seungcheol has shown you sides of yourself you didn’t know you had throughout your relationship.

He continues moving your body up and down steadily. Each glide has the knot in your stomach tightening.

“I’m close,” you warn.

Seungcheol nods and presses you against the wall again, then he’s pistoning into you with energy you didn’t know he had.

“Fuck, Cheol!” you cry, legs trembling as you cum.

Seungcheol groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He pushes as deep as he can go before he climaxes.

You hold him close as he comes down from his high, stroking his damp blonde hair and muttering words of praise.

When both of your heart rates have returned to normal, he’s setting you back on your feet. He keeps ahold of your hips, so you don’t stumble.

“See? Who needs gym equipment when I have you?” he teases.

“Oh, so I’m just an object now?” you scoff playfully, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

He chuckles darkly. “Not in the slightest, but if that’s something you want to be, I can surely show you what it’d be like.”

His implication has your breath getting caught in your throat. Seungcheol has yet again awakened something deep within you.

“Only in the bedroom?” you ask because while the idea does intrigue you, you can’t see yourself being treated like that on a normal basis.

His expression turns serious quickly. “Of course, baby. And that’s only if you want to do it.”

You give him a reassuring smile while you nod, letting him know you trust and believe him. Seungcheol’s face relaxes at your grin and rubs your sides soothingly.

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you,” he echoes, kissing your lips sweetly. Though before you know it, he’s picking you up and heading toward the bedroom.

“Now, what else do I need to work out?”

[tigermark]

Here are some ideas that you can pick hehe:

NCT 127: Randomly calling them daddy. Like for example they’ll text you, “Hey babe what’s up?” “nothing much” “wanna grab something to eat?” “Okay daddy” jaehyun and doyoung would be funny I can feel it

WayV: Asking them hypothetical questions. Example: “What would you do if I became a dragon?” or “Would you still love me if I was a frog?” These types of outlandish questions

NCT Dream: texting them, “You look like you can’t swim” you know that trend? Lmao the guys get all defensive after their girlfriends or female loved ones tell them this hehe

Anyway, I hope you like at least one of these 🥹 you don’t have to write all of them. I just wanted to give you some options!

doing the wayv one, tysm for requesting!!!

asking wayv what they would do if you turned into a bug‧₊˚♡彡

genre : fluff

tw : established relationships, bugs mentioned (obvi), mention of death, cursing

[wannaeatramyeon]

mooooom! i got a request for youuu~ 💌

-young reader learned taekwondo from hansu, but never got to meet his son. so, she only knew taehoon from hansu's stories and cute photos of him aaand that's how she developed a crush on taehoon. years later, she finally meets him... but her "cute" image of him immediately shattered the moment he opened his mouth; chaos ensues 💀

this scenario has been on my mind for a while now and it makes me giggle to an unhealthy degree that i want an entire fic of it 😭 also if it wasn't obvious, i thirst for hansu content 🥺🫶 tysm in advance 🤧

p.s. i really REALLY love your fics and your writing aaaaaa 🫠 ik i already told you before and but im saying it again hehe hope you have a great day! ilyy~~ 💖💖

My dear lovely baby Rie! I saw this and thought yes, let's drop everything INCLUDING Tears of The Kingdom and write this.

But... I'm sorry, there really isn't much Hansu in this, it's very very Taehoon centric.

One of the best things about fandom is bringing people together and I'm so happy to have met you!

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Strangers to... a Not-Crush

Follow up with Hansu and Taehoon here

You're pretty sure you're in love with this Taehoon.

The first time you heard his name was during your very first Taekwondo lessons, many many years ago

Schedules, circumstances, situtations; all the usual life happenings has stopped you both from actually meeting.

But Hansu waxes lyrical about his son. You must have heard for the hundredth time how he is a spinning prodigy, how he has surpassed Hansu at a similar age, how he will be one of the best. His name destined to be written in the history books.

As Hansu talks about his son with stars in his eyes, you can't help the shine rubbing off on you too.

.

.

"Y/N, this is Taehoon."

Your jaw drops. Sure, Hansu has shown you countless pictures. Compared to the real living thing though, the gap is so vast you might as well say he's the least photogenic person alive. That's really saying something, because Taehoon photographs well.

He's one of the prettiest boys you've ever seen.

With his lips and eyes and even his goddamn hair. Are those lashes even for real? And then you notice his stature and his muscles, his rock-solid chest and abs peeking through.

Maybe he's not pretty at all. He's fucking hot.

You jaw drops even further.

Why on earth hasn't Hansu ever shown you a full body picture, he could have at least prepared you. Like a cliche, you feel weak at the knees. You feel light-headed-

Then Taehoon opens his mouth and the illusion shatters. Splinters into a hundred million little pieces. With his next words, you've never felt more pissed off in your life.

"Keep looking pervert, and I'll pluck your eyes out,"

What the fuck is this guy's problem.

.

.

For once, the stars align, and you see each other constantly.

You curse the damn stars. You curse Hansu for passing your tutelage to Taehoon. Most of all, you curse Hansu for creating this.

The idea of Taehoon is much better than this... this fucking menace you have to see day in day out.

Taehoon makes you address him as Master. He hits you on the head for stepping out of line (you bite your tongue every goddamn time), he takes no prisoners during your spars together, makes you repeat exercises over and over until you're on all fours and trying not to throw up.

And infuriatingly, he touches you.

Little corrections with his hands, his elbows, his knees, his legs, his foot. "Your stance is shit," he tells you, "your technique is still off," as he taps the offending body parts, mere millimetres out of place. Your cheeks burn every time and your skin is on fire even hours later.

What's worse is your head swims every night with Taekwondo and Taehoon.

Lying in bed, all you can see is him. That antagonising smug smile on his lips. You want to wipe it off his stupidly handsome face.

See if he has any cutting words left when, not if, you beat him in a spar, and you gloat over him, straddling his hips, trapping him between your thighs and you can feel how aroused he is-

Oh.

Shit.

You hug your pillow tighter to your body.

This relevation is a fucking nightmare.

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.

Taehoon reckons your skills are average at best. What he's most impressed with is your dedication and tenacity.

No matter how many times he kicks your ass, you still get back up for more. Regardless of all his nitpicking and corrections with your form, you take onboard his words and listen.

He hasn't missed that it's all through gritted teeth. Still.

He also hasn't missed you blushing and your breath catching in your throat when he touches you.

Nothing not out of necessity, all completely above board. But it's still funny. Messing with you.

Taehoon tells himself he is completely unaffected. People fawn over him all the time, you looking at him with hearts in your eyes is nothing new.

It's just amusing, that's all.

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.

You don't know whether this is heaven or hell.

Taehoon piggybacks you all the way from the studio to the emergency room. You're so close you can almost taste him, see all his faint freckles, the vein in his temple from the exertion and concern.

All this proximity is doing nothing for your crush. Which you are determined to get over, by the way. Because this guy is a goddamn asshole and nothing else.

It was a silly accident, really. You went for an opening when there was none, causing Taehoon to mistime his kick. You collapsed like a sack of shit.

Worried hands check up on you even as his mouth runs.

"It's fine," you say, waving off his concern. When you tried to stand up, your ankle is in no mood to bear any weight.

You go down for a second time.

Taehoon's patience is unexpected. He waits with you until you are seen to.

Conversation is strained, and he doesn't talk much, just giving you wary glances every now and then.

But you fill the silence, telling him little anecdotes from your life and your day. Bridging the gap between Taekwondo and the little pieces that make up the rest of your life.

His lips quirk as you speak. The smiles aren't condescending.

Eventually, when the nurse tells you it's just a simple strain and will heal if you keep off it, Taehoon is the one that nods and asks follow up questions.

At the end of the day, after another piggyback this time to your home, you thank him for his time and he is surprised at your sincerity.

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.

Taehoon doesn't miss you. Definitely not.

The only reason he is at your door with stew and kimchi is because his old man told him to check up on you.

You're not able to attend any lessons while you recover, and Hansu wanted to make sure you're ok. Not Taehoon. Taehoon could not care less. He also did not jump at the chance of seeing you again, so much so that even Hansu gives him a questioning look. Ridiculous.

Why is his palm sweaty? Must just be the heat. Taehoon wipes it on his jeans before knocking twice on your door.

"Come in," you call out, and Taehoon hasn't missed your voice. And he hasn't missed the sight of your face neither.

He doesn't greedily take in the colours of your bedroom, the pictures on your wall, the books on your shelf.

He doesn't memorise your handwriting when he walks past your desk, something that is so uniquely you, like a fingerprint.

And when you give him a shy smile and apologise for the mess, it doesn't affect him.

Nor when you take the proffered food and have a mouthful, Taehoon doesn't soften at this.

The ensuing silence is not comfortable. He doesn't want to stay longer. His fingers don't twitch in your presence, having grown used to casual touches with you.

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.

This song and dance is continued for the next few weeks only because Taehoon is a good son, and an even better teacher.

He needs to check up on the welfare of his student.

And then finally, after too long, when you show up at the studio again, Taehoon's heart absolutely does not soar.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Helloww~ Sorry to bother you, i don't know if i can request,but i love how you writing so much!! and can i request:

Y/n is famous KPop idol in the world,especially in Japan (Because She was born in Japan) , and she is Mori daughter,but no one know about it,until one day she come back to japan from Korean to hold a concert in Japan and her fans already waiting for her in the airport. in the other place Mori already knew about it and he wants to pick up and protect Y/n when she comes from fans ,bcs he know her fans very many and crazy for her,and he asked his trusted executives and Mafioso (Like Dazai Chuuya, akutagawa,black lizard or more if you want) to protect her. at first he did not tell his subordinates who is the person they want to pick up thats make them anoyed and curious why so many people at the airport, until Y/n comes and greet Mori to make them shock ( you can make the conversation until they get in the car when they protect y/n from her fans hehe). at the end Mori tell his subordinates to protect Y/n too while at the concert because he dont trust Y/n bodyguard. and the rest story you can add if you want.

(I don't know if this make sense, good or not, bcs this idea keep come from my mind so long ago But I still don't have the guts to tell , so if you don't like it you can skip it) Thank you and sorry for that very long sentence🙏❤️

✫Evenings, family & roses✫

Summary: Even if you were big and famous, you would still be a kid for them. Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting. Hii tysm for the request, it was fun brainstorming your idea. It might as well as get a part two cause the story is fun to write!

“LN Y/N, the famous Kpop star, seemed to return back to her hometown as the industry seemed to shift more eastwards ... .what are your thoughts on this Mr Otogawa?”

You switched off the tv as you looked at the stuff that was supposed to aid you tomorrow for your stay back in Japan, the place you originated from.

The sun slowly settled at the beautiful city of Seoul, Korea where you resisted. Tomorrow you will be back home, in the same room where you were raised from and at the same place where your first music career started.

The house here you resisted was nice but it wasn't as comfortable as your own home. You missed your home, and for once you decided it was time to return home to meet back people you left.

It wasn't like you were very bonded with your father, rather were disappointed to be adopted by the likes of him, but it was better to be surrounded by people who didn't judge you on your position as they did back her, each person trying to sabotage each other’s way on top. You didn't mind it though, nothing was a fair play and you intended to rise on the top.

Singing was your passion, and you intended it was kept that way.

“Flight SE-234 landed at Yokohama. This is your captain K-”

Standing from the seat, you look around to see the cabinet on board rushing towards the door as the passengers in the economy seat frustratedly pick up their luggage overhead, some yelling and cursing on the way.

'Illiterates' You thought as your manager behind you, Mr Rei picked up your luggage, assisting you on the way to go outside the plane.

Pulling your cap over your head, while you stood dressed  minimalist, you hoped you wouldn't encounter any crazy fans outdoors, despite the fact your bodyguards surrounded you thoroughly, bringing attention more than needed.

“Ms L/N it seems that the hotel you were ought to resist by the company has ran into an issue thus I would be assigning you further-”

“No need to run errands Mr Rei, this is my hometown I have got it-”

“OMG IS THAT Y/N L/N?” “OMG Y/N LOOK HERE PLEASE SIGN-” “MARRY ME Y/N” “LOVE YOUR SONGS Y/N”

Sighting, you half  smiled at the fans that encircled your bodyguards around, as you desperately tried to move from the crowd, covering your face more as the paparazzi seemed to hounder you more.

You finally were able to reach outside the departure gate of the airport, when almost everyone screamed your name, madness over them as they wore the merchandise with your face.

You started to despite your face. Everywhere you see, you could see yourself staring at you smiling through the fake curtains to hold onto the happiness you persuade.

“HERE” A man with Aubergine eyes shouted, as he desperately held a little girl in his arms, while the men around him looked at you in half in annoyance, and half in glee.

‘It isn't even an hour yet and he dropped up here’ you thought, as you took your luggage from your bodyguard, and headed towards the man, grumbling in annoyance. You didnt care what the paparazzi thought, afterall he was only known to be a physician by the common man, unaware of his true crime he worked for.

“Why the hell are there so many people here, what is the meaning of this?” A gingerhead asked his boss, who was currently gleaming on seeing you return back home.

“I think it's fascinating to see people being crazy over some other human” 

“Shut up, says the one who doesn't even value his own live”

“Boys, behave” The aubergine eyed man said, staring at their soul before he nodded at the black haired boy behind him not before noticing your stare at their side.

Suddenly, a black shadow-like black, thread-like substance gripped the sides of your shirt, lifting you up almost faster than the speed of light, and in the blink of an eye you were inside a car surrounded by people you just saw.

“WHAT THE FU- oh, its you” You spoke as you saw the man in the passenger seat glaring at the rear mirror, before saying “Welcome back Y/N”

So much for a warm welcome. 

Suddenly your phone started to ring, to which the young adult sitting beside you picked it up, his face half covered with bandages, as he seemed so bright it could have broken the studio lights itself.

 “Moshi Moshi, Just picking up to inform you that Y/N is safe and sound, isn't it right Y/N?”

Looking at the call id, not before glaring at the boy, you answered, “yEAH, Mr Rei, it's just a warm family way, Don't worry I would be their at 8 to start the show, please repress the paparazzi whoever recorded the scene, THANK YOU BYE”

You ended the call, as you suddenly realised that your luggage seemed to be missing. 

“Don't worry Y/N-san, We got your suitcase with us”

“Who brought it?”

“Oh it's just my subordinate doing his duty, still reckless and I am sorry he created such a scene at the airport.” he said  pointing at the boy at the back of the car, who looked like he was shoved at the back along with the luggage.

Guess, it was going to be a long journey.

“The heck- who the hell even are you?” A gingerhead beside you questioned, as he used his ability to make people float away from the car they were sitting in. 

“Figure it out yourself” you answered, as you held your face between your arms sighing yet again in disappointment, as your fans desperately covered the car up. 

“Home sweet home” you whispered to yourself, as your stuff laid in front of you on the bed you once slept on.

A knock at your door stopped your train of thoughts.

“Come in” You shouted, half throwing your stuff to make sure your room looked half decent. 

“So you really did came back darling” 

“Kōuyōu! It's you!” you half screamed as you ran towards her to hug her. She was like the mother you never had, her voice always coated with sweetness and supportiveness, her hugs giving the best comforts and her scent so sweet and pure like roses.

“Oh my, look how much you have bloomed darling,” Kouyou said, as she patted your head smiling, “Your presence is very much needed at the office darling, better not waste more time now?”

 You nodded your head as you followed her behind, before closing the door behind you.

“Y/N welcome home sweetheart” 

That the first thing you hear from your so-called father like figure

“Hello, Mori”

“Uh ugh, my little girl really got ruined by going outside the bounds of this building” Mori said, as he shook his head in disapproval, smiling a little.

“WHAT!?” Chuuya shouted, as he received a slap from Dazai who complained how loud he shouted, making him almost dead, to which their quarrel begin to play on an endless casket loop.

“Uh guys?” You said, "Its me!”, waving your arms to get attention

“Why am I here?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.

“Ah Y/N Darling it's glad you asked,” Mori said, as he walked towards the boys who seemed to quiet down. Placing his hands on their shoulder, “These boys here will be aiding you to your so called dream concert till further due”

“What? I told you I don't need any aid from you, besides I already have well trained guards from the company itself. I already broke rules by staying here” you spoke, each time your voice raising.

“But dear-”

“NO”

“You and I both know this, don't we?” Mori said, his eyes boring into yours, staring at your soul, “I don't think so I need to explain myself anymore. These are going to be your bodyguard replacement if you like it or not.”

You could do nothing but nod your head in disapproval. Fighting your own father figure was a difficult task. It gets intense if he is a mafian boss.

Suddenly, you hear someone shouting ‘Rintarou’ Mori nervously chucked, “Now why don't you boys go and show Y/N the new Port Mafia upgrades!” Mori spoke up, pushing all three out the door now. 

“Y/N remember, your father is port mafia boss, and you would get involved in a game you don't want”

That was the last words of your father before he shuts the door at your face along with the other boys, whose name was yet to be discovered.

So you might have seen, I kind of twisted the story idea, because i personally feel some scenarios may be to much ooc for me to write. Sorry to disappoint you though if the ff didn't turn out as expected! Idm mind long para req, lmao it makes me feel loved. Plus, if you have more ideas, my asks and submissions are always open for discussion