#wc: 138.

[spiderg0th]

Established or mutual pining with Hobie Brown 🥺 maybe he's teasing the reader who is also a spider person (maybe include a kiss fake out or a chin tilt, something cutesy that gets the reader flustered). Maybe they're working together to capture an anomaly, and the reader is playfully annoyed?

(Hope that made sense!🥺)

can i kiss you?

hobie brown x spider person! reader

desc you visit his world for the first time.

wc 925

warning contains small spoilers from atsv (though it takes place before the events of the movie) and a mention of an injury.

Squinting as your eyes adjusted to the flashing array of colors from the portal, you removed the hand that shielded your face as an entire new world came into view. Taking a moment to take in your surroundings, you stood in awe at the vast landscape before you: large buildings featuring colorful billboards dominated the landscape. Everything flickered and changed shape every couple of seconds—it was unlike anything you had ever seen before. That was saying something because despite your short time in the Spider Society, none of the other worlds you had visited came anywhere close to this.

“Impressed?” Hobie questioned smugly, and even though you couldn’t see his facial expression due to his mask covering it, you knew that he was probably smirking.

“You were right, it’s certainly something.” You responded, pressing a few buttons on your watch, letting headquarters know that you both had safely traveled to Earth-138. An anomaly of Kingpin from another dimension had shown up in Hobie’s, so naturally, Miguel paired you together to handle it. Not only did you work well together, but Miguel trusted you to make sure that Hobie would get the job in a timely manner.

“I know exactly where it is. Just grab on so we don’t have to waste anymore time.” He spoke before bending over slightly so his lanky frame was closer to the ground.

“You’re joking right?” You asked incredulously, attempting to hide the uneasiness from your voice. If you were being completely honest with yourself, being piggybacked around by your crush sounded more than pleasant, but you didn’t want to give him any indication of your feelings. Besides, wouldn’t “fraternizing” like this be breaking some sort of Spider Society rules? Relationships between two spider people from different dimensions didn’t exactly sound like something Miguel would be in favor of. Then again, you rarely agreed with his policies anyway.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked again, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “You scared or something?”

“What? No?!” You said agitatedly before reluctantly wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Alright, hang on.” You knew from spending so much time with him that Hobie’s style of swinging around was more erratic than most, but you weren’t expecting it to be this wild. It was taking every amount of restraint within you to not let a scream rip from your throat. It was bad enough that you were sure he could feel your rapid heartbeat.

“Hold on, hold on.” He stopped on the top of a nearby building and you set yourself back on the ground.

“Are we here already? The watch says he’s much farther from here.” You state, looking around at the bustling streets below.

“No. You’re almost strangling me with your arms. We’ll get there soon.” Not even giving you a moment to protest, he places your left arm around his shoulder and his right around your waist. Securing a web on another skyscraper, you were off. Although this position was far more comfortable, it was also more embarrassing. Even though you were thankful he couldn’t see your expression beneath your mask, you still felt the need to hide your face in his neck. When you eventually reached the location where Kingpin was, you couldn’t deny the disappointment you felt when his arm slipped away and he set you on the ground.

Setting yourself down next to him on the ledge, you let out a sigh of relief because Kingpin was finally caught. He would have to settle for being tied together with webbing for now, as Miguel and Jessica weren’t there to physically take him back to the Spider Society Headquarters. He put up one heck of a fight, but it wasn’t something neither of you couldn’t handle. That didn’t mean you escaped the battle unscathed though. You caught Hobie examining your features when you slipped your mask off your face. If you weren’t so tired you would actually be embarrassed at the attention.

“Wait, look at me.” He said quietly, tucking a finger under your chin so he could look at your face more closely. He was close enough that you could feel his breath fanning your cheek.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

“No.” He didn’t have a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which was kind of alarming to you. “It’s just a cut… gonna look sick once it’s healed.” You felt disappointed again, he was just looking at an injury on your face, nothing special. Assuming that he was done, you attempted to move your head back forward but his voice stopped you.

“Can I kiss you?” That’s not what you were expecting at all. Not thinking much, you immediately nodded your head and you could’ve sworn that you saw him smile before he leaned in. Unfortunately for you both, your watches decided to go off when your lips were only about a few centimeters away from each other.

“We’re here.” Hobie rolled his eyes as you stood to your feet. “Send the location of Fisk and meet us there.” As usual, Miguel had terrible timing. Before you could utter a word to Hobie, he swung to a building below and turned back to face you.

“You coming down here or do you need me to come back up there and grab you again?” He shouted jokingly.

“Shut up!”

While the day didn’t end up going exactly how you wanted it to, you were happy because one thing was certain: Hobie liked you back, and that was all that mattered.

[kkami-writes]

waiting for us — chapter fifty nine. found wc. 2 SS + 138 a/n: no warnings but...i'm sorry pls don't kill me

It’s only five minutes later when you hear knocking at the door, body perking up at the sound of your soulmates. You jump up from your spot on the floor and grab your bag.

“What? Did Jinnie actually lose his keys again?” You call out with a laugh, skipping over to the door. When you open the door, it’s neither Hyunjin or Minho that you see.

Instead, its your worse nightmare.

He instantly crowds into your space, pushing you back into the apartment. Your instincts flare up as you to try to move away but he’s too fast, hands wrapping around your wrist to snatch you back - his grip bruising. Panic builds up in your throat and you can’t even manage a measly scream.

“Hello my darling sister, do you know how annoying it was to find you?”

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[hannieehaee]

crack brain rot

who in svt will be the most likely be boastful of their children. who will be like "see this baby- so cute right? its my genes. your baby is ugly mines so cute".

i could definitely see seungkwan and the least would probably be joshua.

mtl to brag about their baby

content: mentions of having children, etc.

wc: 138

a/n: ty for requesting<3

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most

seungcheol - he's soo into showing off every single thing there is to show off so i 100% see him always letting everyone and their mom know of every single achievement his child had, even exaggerating just with the purpose of praising them as much as possible.

seungkwan

mingyu

jeonghan

chan

seokmin

jun - he falls in the middle for me bc on one side he'd show off his kids to everyone willing to listen but at the same time he'd be too busy feeding his kids with constant praise and encouragement to pay attention to other people.

soonyoung

wonwoo

minghao

jihoon

joshua

vernon - not that he wouldn't show off his kid or anything, but he's just way more chill and laid back than most people, so i don't think he'd really feel the need to do that.

least

[hobiebrownismygod]

Hiiii! So I don’t usually put in requests but I read your fic where Hobie is trying to get to know secretive Y/N- and since Y/N was said to have never took off their mask, I was wondering if you could write about that same secretive Y/N finally showing their face?

Writing requests even when anon is spooky 😭

This is a great addition to the original fic, thank you for requesting!! <3

Hobie Brown x GN!Reader Mysterious Part 2

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WC: <1k

A/N: Sorry it's taking me so long to get to requests, midterms are kicking my ass 😭. I swear I'll try to get the rest of the requests in my inbox out as soon as I can <3

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"Earth-138, right?"

"Tha's the place"

You typed in the coordinates onto your dimensional watch, before snapping your wrist towards the area in front of you, opening up the portal that would take you into Hobie's dimension.

You'd been trying to convince him to take you to his dimension since you'd met him, curious about where he came from. After spending the past week constantly hearing about the 'corrupted government' and the 'wanking pigs' that ruled there, you were even more interested in seeing the place with your own eyes.

You stepped through the portal, falling into what must've been Hobie's house- well, not necessarily a house. Were they on a boat?

"What the-" you looked out the window to see that his house was situated on a body of water, probably some sort of lake or canal. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell ya-" he said as he jumped through his own portal, landing in front of you and taking in your surprised expression. "-I stay on this houseboat here."

He gave the wall a pat, smiling before he looked back at you. "Her name's Stella."

"Why Stella?"

He shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his vest before approaching you sheepishly. "I liked the name."

You snorted under your breath, rolling your eyes at him before taking another glance around. "So...you gonna show me around? Or am I just gonna stand here awkwardly?"

"Right, right-" he said quickly, beginning to walk towards what you guessed was his bedroom. His eyes widened for a moment before he looked back at you. "...wait out here for a moment. Jus' needa tidy some things up" he disappeared behind the door, leaving you standing in the hallway, arms folded across your chest.

You couldn't help but smile slightly under your mask. As you leaned back against the wall, you realized that you were feeling a little stuffy. It would've been much more comfortable to take off your mask, but you decided against it.

Why let him see your face? It wasn't important. It's not like seeing your face would matter...or did it? What if he thought you looked weird? What if there was something about your face he didn't like? Why take off the mask when there was so much that could go wrong?

"Overthinking at its finest" you scoffed to yourself, embarrassed by the thoughts running through your mind. "Pathetic."

The door swung open and you jumped, turning your attention to a slightly sweaty Hobie, who'd obviously just spent the last few minutes hurriedly tossing his mess to the side. "Come in." he said with a lopsided grin, gesturing for you to walk in.

His room was...amazing. It was like walking into a different world. There wasn't an bit of blank on the wall, every square inch being covered by some sort of poster, most of them being of various bands and artists, one of them being who you assumed was his universe's Gwen Stacy, with blonde spikes and a drumstick in her hand.

In the corner was his spectacular electric guitar, adorned in all the random stickers he'd found over the years, and next to it were various other instruments, a bass guitar, an acoustic guitar, even a ukulele next to his own set of drumsticks.

He looked over your shoulder, leaning in slightly. "So? What d'ya think?" he asked quietly, enjoying your surprise. "It's...awesome." you said softly, glancing over at him.

"It's a little messy-" he kicked a magazine under his bed, hiding it from your view, "-but it's...well, it's me."

"inconsistent?" You asked sarcastically, shooting him a sly grin.

"You could say that." he laughed, bouncing down onto his bed, that you were surprised he could even sleep in considering his size compared to its. Probably an old bed.

"You ready to see the outside world now?" he asked with an eyebrow raise, waiting for you to finish staring at all his magazines. "Uh, yeah. Sure." you replied, making your way back towards the door.

Suddenly, his arm pulled you back, preventing your from leaving. "Woah, woah, you're not going out like that!" He had a cocky look on his face, tilting his head. "Excuse me?" You asked him confusedly, staring up at his mischievous grin.

"I'm telling you, if you go out dressed like a superhero, you'll be shot on sight." he tapped his chin in a mocking way before glancing back at you. "I wonder what we can do to prevent that..."

Realizing what he was getting at, you took a step back, tone turning annoyed. "I won't let myself get shot." you said harshly. "I'm Spider-man."

"Yeah, but you won't exactly be able to enjoy anything either, eh?" he replied, ignoring your hesitation. "Come on, let's just be normal civilians for a little while hmm? Whad'ya say?"

"This is all just a ploy to get me to take off my mask, isn't it?" you groaned, looking away from him and shaking your head. "Depends. Is it working?"

"I'm not gonna do it."

"Come on!"

"Not happening."

"Just for a little while. It's not like you're horribly disfigured or somet'ing, right? It'll be fine!" He was pleading at this point, too curious to let go of his chance to see your face. After all, he'd been planning this out for a while. Since he'd met you just a week or two ago, he'd decided that he'd make it his goal to see your face one day, and now...he was so close.

He didn't know why he wanted to know what you looked like so badly. It's not like it would really matter. His curiosity however, outweighed the impulse control, and he found himself completely obsessed with what you might look like under there.

You were probably gorgeous.

"Please? I promise, it'll be fun!"

"I don't want to." you replied softly, biting the inside of your cheek and folding your arms over your chest. "Why not?" He matched your tone, leaning down slightly to see you eye to eye.

"I just...I don't know..." you hesitated, looking back at him. He looked so welcoming, reassuring smile on his face, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes...he wouldn't judge. You knew he wouldn't.

So you decided, for the first time since you'd joined the Spider Society, to show him your face.

He stared, eyes wide.

You flinched slightly, barely able to make eye contact, mask in your hand as you cowered under his gaze. It was so...awkward, for lack of a better word. You didn't know how to react to his scanning.

He continued to stare.

"Hello?" You waved your hand in his face, a slight smile appearing on yours. "You there?"

"hi." he replied, his voice breathy and his gaze unwavering. "You're....you're-" he stuttered.

"not what you expected?" you asked quietly, face falling.

"Perfect."

You looked back up at him, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "You're joking. Stop playing with me-"

"Wow" he interrupted, standing up straight, a wide grin on his face. "Just...bloody hell, you're gorgeous."

"Can you shut up?" you laughed, shoving his arm. He caught your arm, pulling you towards him slightly. "You know, I think the wait was worth it." he said quietly, unable to suppress the bashful smile spreading across his face. "You're even more perfect than I'd have expected, love."

"You're funny." you replied, shaking your head. "Now can we go-?"

"Yeah, yeah, we'll go. After I stare at you for just a few more minutes."

"Are you being serious?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, holding back a laugh.

"I'm being dead serious. You better never put that bloody mask on in front of me again, you hear?" he said, chuckling under his breath. "I wanna see this face every day from now on."

"Whatever you say" you replied sarcastically, rubbing the back of your neck in an attempt to stop the heat from spreading across your face.

"Actually, you know what'd be even better? If I'm the only one in the entirety of HQ to know what you look like." his eyes widened slightly. "That's right...yeah! I'm the only one that gets to see this pretty face from now on, a'right?"

You laughed softly. "You're the only one I'd trust to see it anyways."

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~In which Hobie doesn't do consistency. ~

wc: 0.6k

warnings: none :)

Hobie was a lot of things to you. A roommate, a best friend, and sometimes more. Sure, he kisses you and you sleep in the same bed on occasion but there was no label. There wasn't a name for whatever the two of you had going on and it seemed that Hobie liked it that way.

He never really was one for consistency some days he would be more like your boyfriend than anything. He would take you out with his hand in your back pocket and a smile that goes up to his ears. Kissing you as gently as he could like he feared you would break. Hobie held you like water in his hands. Other days he was your best friend and just that. You would sit together on the shitty sofa you bought together for your apartment (he calls it your flat). You could have moments of peace where the two of you pigged out on takeout and watched the worst movies imaginable.

There was nothing really wrong with the way things were now or at least that's what he thought, but to you this was hell on Earth-138. The thought of the simple instability in your maybe relationship gave you a headache. Not sure how to approach the topic one day you knock on his door.

Hobie opens his door of course and greets you with a smile. The type of smile a child with an ice cream cone has. An unadulterated childlike happiness. Until he sees the look on your face.

Nervous isn't even enough to describe the way you feel walking into his room and plopping yourself on his bed. The feelings of anxiety settle in the pit of your stomach and manifest physically. Tapping your feet and picking at the skin surrounding the cuticles trying your best not to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"We need to talk" You sighs out her words as they move slowly out from your stomach into the air. Hobie tilts his head and sighs wiping a hand across his face

"This sounds...serious" His voice reflects his emotions perfectly he's not too calm but not too nervous. The exact opposite of how you felt.

You take a few breaths trying to unjumble your thoughts and get your words in the right order. A heavy silence fills the air as both of you wait for the words to come out of your mouth.

"What are we Hobie. I mean- I like what we have going I just need to know what exactly it is, or I'll lose my mind. Are you my boyfriend are we just friends are we just roommates. We go on dates we do dating stuff but you haven't made it official are you talking to other people?" All the thoughts you've been pilling in your head for the past few months come spilling out in awkward ways. Your voice is quick and stutters not knowing how to express the way you feel due to all the nerves and other thinking.

He laughs. Of all things Hobie can do in a situation like this he laughs because of course he does. Then he sees the look on your face and realizes the reality of the situation. He takes your hands in his and bends down slightly to look you in the eyes.

"You're my person. I thought we both knew that we were each other's people. If you wanna put a label on this, we can. Just thought it wasn't needed since we both knew we belong to each other."

He shrugs trying to be nonchalant. "Guess that was stupid though."

An immense weight lifts off your shoulders as you now know you and Hobie have been exclusive this whole time. Next time his weird friends come around he introduces you as his "partner in crime aka the love of my life" The labels help you relax a bit and Hobie learns to respect that.

[ahimhere]

Mr. Vampire

genre: smut, intro

pairing: fem!readerxAteez

au/summary: You run into vampires one late night

warning: smut

rating: 18+

wc: 138+

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Warning: Blood, branding, smut, SMUT

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Intro

Your grandmother told you to be careful, to avoid the woods at night, to avoid them especially this time of year.

But you knew these woods, you've taken this path hundreds of times, this night couldn't be that different.

As you walk along the wooded path, you earn yourself a few cuts and scrapes from the various branches and bushes. You expected this, it's normal.

You continued to walk until you approached a clearing in the woods. A large circle, surrounded by trees. You swore you walked the right way. You turned around and walked along until you arrived back at the opening, just on the opposite side.

Fear and panic began to set it as you tried to escape but to no avail. You were about to give up until you heard a rustling in the trees.

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10/1- Mr. Vampire: Seonghwa

10/4- Mr. Vampire: Hongjoong

10/7- Mr. Vampire: Yunho

10/10- Mr. Vampire: Yeosang

10/13- Mr. Vampire: San

10/16- Mr. Vampire: Mingi

10/19- Mr. Vampire: Wooyoung

10/22- Mr. Vampire: Jongho

10-31- Mrs. Vampire: OT8

[lady-lostmind]

39 days, 20 people, 01 survivor

for Stobin Month prompt: Survivors

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 138 | Rating: G

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Steve hangs up the phone, staring at the wall in front of him in shock. “I can’t fucking believe this.” He shakes his head, a laugh pushing its way up and out of his chest. “This is ridiculous! ROBIN!” 

Robin comes around the corner, sticking a spoonful of peanut butter in her mouth, eyebrows shooting up. “Whaa–?” 

Steve huffs out another laugh, shaking his head. “We got it.” 

Robin pulls the spoon out of her mouth, face scrunching in confusion. “Got what?” 

“Survivor, babe.” 

Robin’s mouth drops open. “NO WAY!”

Steve shrugs. “Guess they liked our story.” 

Robin shakes her head. “You’re fucking with me.” 

Steve grins. “We have two weeks to get shit figured out and pack and then we’re going to Fiji.” 

Robin shrieks, throwing herself at him and jumping up and down in his arms.

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#5

Truth or Drink: A Run!BTS Special Part 6

Taehyung x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play truth or drink for Run BTS.

Warnings: Some sexual questions.

WC: 1.6K

“Nice to have you both here to play this game for Run BTS,” the producer started. “How are you feeling?”

“I’d say that I’m ready,” you replied. 

“I’m a little nervous but not too much,” Taehyung added.

“Ok, I just have a few introductory questions before we start,” the producer continued. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“We just had our 9 year anniversary,” you grinned. 

“And how did you meet?”

“We were set up on a blind date by a mutual friend,” Taehyung said. 

“Ok. Now, for the basics of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Yep,” you and Taehyung responded at the same time. 

“Y/N, why don’t you start with the first question?”

“Alright,” you nodded, reaching out and grabbing a card. “Would you ever want me to have cosmetic surgery or plastic surgery, and on what part of my body and why?”

“I would want you to get a breast reduction because you’ve been complaining about the stress that they put on your back,” Taehyung answered. 

“You suffer from back pain Y/N?” The producer asked. 

“Yeah, they grew during my pregnancies with Spence and Eli and the twins,” you explained. “With the weight gain, they never really went back to their original size and the added weight has been putting strain on my back as a result.”

“And it’s really painful for her some days so I would want to reduce that for you,” Taehyung said. 

“I might look into it, we’ll see,” you shrugged. “Your turn.”

“What is the most sexually adventurous thing you’d let me do to you?” He questioned.

“I’m taking the shot,” you replied as you reached for the soju. 

“Is that your way of saying that you’d let me do anything to you?” Taehyung inferred. 

“This is my way of not answering the question because it’s embarrassing,” you giggled before swallowing down the alcohol. 

“Honestly, I’ve been able to convince her to try some things that I never thought she would,” Taehyung muttered as he turned to look directly at the camera. 

“Which is a result of me trusting you so much so husbands out there, take note,” you joked. “My turn now. What was the wildest kink you have ever done or that you'd like to do with your partner?”

“For us, I’d say the wildest one was when you let me eat your ass,” Taehyung replied, making you groan loudly as you hid your face in your hands. “Didn’t think she would let me but when you agreed, I was all for it.”

“You’re so embarrassing,” you whined.

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#4

Truth or Drink: A Run BTS! Special Part 7

Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play truth or drink for Run BTS.

Warnings: Some sexual questions.

WC: 1.2K

“Are either of you feeling nervous about this game?” The producer asked. 

“Nope,” you shook your head. 

“Me either,” Jungkook agreed. “I’m excited to find out what Y/N has been keeping from me.”

“I’m not keeping anything from you,” you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Let’s start with a few questions for the both of you first,” the producer said. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“Six years in total,” Jungkook replied. 

“And how did you meet?”

“We met in school and ended up just staying in touch,” you added. 

“Ok, well let me get into the basics of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” you both replied. 

“Jungkook, start us off,” the producer instructed him. 

“Alright,” he nodded as he grabbed a card. “We all have an ideal or dream partner. Do I give you everything, or almost everything, that you want or are searching for in a partner?”

“You give me almost everything,” you answered easily. 

“Almost everything?” Jungkook scoffed. “I’m attentive, loving, a great father to the girls, and I fuck you like no one else. What else could you ask for?”

“For you to be a little less immature sometimes,” you shot back. “I love how childlike you are but it also isn’t fun having to be the responsible one most of the time.”

“You should have just taken the drink,” he pouted, making you laugh.

“There’s no fun in that,” you giggled as you grabbed a card. “What is the one thing that annoys you the most about me? What is my most annoying trait or habit?”

“I’m taking the shot,” he sighed as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey.

“Aw, come on,” you goaded him. “Don’t wanna get something off your chest?”

“With how you never forget things?” He chuckled. “No, I’m good.” You watched with a smile as he quickly took his shot before he picked up a new card. “Is there anyone that you have the hots for among your workmates or acquaintances in the neighborhood?”

“No, I work alone so I have no coworkers,” you giggled. 

“Thank God because I don’t know if I’d have the energy to constantly threaten men’s lives the way Yoongi hyung has to do with his wife,” Jungkook sighed. 

“You literally wouldn’t be forced to do that, crazy ass,” you shook your head. 

“Crazy about you,” he cooed as he blew a kiss to you and you just rolled your eyes as you grabbed the next question.

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#3

Truth or Drink: A Run!BTS Special Part 2

Yoongi x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play a game of Truth or Drink for Run BTS

Warnings: Some sexual questions and innuendos (you guys know the Mins lol) and a brief mention of “unaliving” but nothing serious

WC: 1.4K

“Are either of you nervous?” The producer asked after you and Yoongi had sat down at the table across from each other.

“I don’t think we are, no,” Yoongi shook his head. 

“The two of us are so honest with each other in general, so I’m curious to see if we’ll find out something new,” you added.

“How long have the two of you been together?” The producer asked. 

“13 years,” you replied. 

“And how did you meet?”

“Uh, the clean version?” Yoongi laughed. “We met at a club.”

“Ok so here’s the rules of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Great,” you and Yoongi both said. 

“Y/N, you can start us off and pick the first question.”

“Ok,” you reached out and picked a card up, reading over it before laughing. “I feel like I already know his answer to this.”

“What is it?” Yoongi asked. 

“When we are in an argument or a serious discussion, do you ever just go ahead and apologize, not because you feel you are wrong, but because you just want the argument to end?” You wondered. 

“Oh, all the fucking time,” Yoongi confirmed. “Min is literally the worst person to argue with because she doesn’t forget anything and she never lets shit go.”

“You don’t either.”

“But the question wasn’t asking about me,” he chuckled. “My life is much easier if I just let her win.”

“He’s learned,” you smiled. “Your go.”

“Who is your bias in BTS?” Yoongi wondered.

“You are,” you responded.

“Is he really?” The producer questioned. 

“Oh, for sure,” you nodded. “And I’m not just saying that because he’s my husband. He knows that I’m the biggest Suga and Agust D fan.”

“She is,” Yoongi agreed with a smile. 

“Have you ever thought about cheating on me?” You read the next question. 

“When you say that, what would be considered cheating?” He wondered.

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673 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#2

Mins’ Grammy Smut

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex (they’re married), squirting, creampie, and Reader kind of, blacks out?, for a few seconds lol but nothing bad

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah Min?”

“Why are you still dressed?” You questioned once he had shut and locked the door to your hotel room. The Grammys had ended about two hours prior and after Yoongi’s VLive with the other members, you had all but dragged him back to your room because you had been insanely horny ever since you had seen your husband come out in his white suit before the group hit the red carpet. 

“Min, I’m not fucking you tonight,” Yoongi declared and you whipped your head to the side in order to glare at him.

“What the fuck? Why not?”

“Because,” he began, pacing over to you and cupping your face in his hands. “If I fuck you, I am going to get you pregnant.”

“And?” You smiled as you reached down and set your hands on his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. “That’s fine with me.”

“Yeah, you say that now,” Yoongi chuckled. You just rolled your eyes as you got his belt undone, pulling it through the straps and off of his body before throwing it onto the ground. 

“I mean it,” you told him. “I want you to fuck me and then come deep inside of me.”

“Min,-” he tried to say but you cut him off with a hard kiss to his lips. He instantly returned the kiss, his hands trailing downwards and settling themselves on your hips. 

“Fuck me baby, please?” You whispered against his lips and he nodded without hesitation, grabbing your waist before lifting you up off of the ground. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him messily as he walked you over to the nearest wall and pressed you up against it.

“Do you care about your panties?” Yoongi asked and you shook your head hastily, knowing exactly why he was asking. 

“Fuck them.” was all you said before you felt the pull of fabric against your inner thighs and a following sound of the fabric ripping. Yoongi then pushed your dress up with one hand while continuing to hold you up with the other one. 

“Pull me out baby,” he instructed you and you reached down, pulling his cock out of his slacks and holding him steady as he lowered you down onto his length. 

“Fuck,” you drawled, wrapping your arms around his neck as Yoongi began to fuck into you deeply and steadily. 

“This first one is gonna be fast so hold onto me,” Yoongi told you.

“First one?”

“You really thought I was only gonna fuck you once?” Yoongi huffed. “This is gonna be an all night thing baby.”

“Lucky me,” you smiled, a moan escaping you right after when Yoongi managed to brush against your g-spot. The two of you stayed like that, Yoongi fucking you against the wall as you held onto him and moaned filthily in his ear. The sight of the two of you honestly looked like a scene from a porno, the both of you still fully dressed except for where Yoongi was fucking into you. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet baby,” Yoongi grumbled, setting his head against your shoulder. “And so tight. You’re milking my cock baby.”

“G-Gonna c-c-c,-” you tried to warn him but you were cut off by your orgasm slamming into you, literally taking your breath away as your head fell back against the wall. 

“Good girl Min, good girl,” Yoongi praised you with a smile. “You wanna give me another one?”

“I-I don’t think I can,” you whimpered, your grip on him tightening as you stretched out his shirt. “You made me come so fucking hard Yoongs.”

“Just hold on for me baby,” he murmured and you nodded, moaning lightly when he kissed you passionately. As your tongues slid against each other’s, you felt another orgasm welling up inside of your gut. 

“Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi,” you chanted your husband’s name and hearing you call out his name only further pushed him towards his orgasm as well.

“Come with me Min, come with me,” Yoongi encouraged you and you nodded, allowing your body to fall into the feeling of your orgasm. You’re pretty sure that you blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you knew, Yoongi’s cum was inside of you and your own essence was dripping down your thighs onto the floor. 

“Fuck,” you sighed tiredly, letting your body fall limp and luckily, Yoongi still had a hold on you so it was effortless for him to slide down onto the floor and hold you in his lap. 

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734 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

BTS Kink Series: Post Concert Sex

Genre/Rate: 18+, smut, established relationship (the couples from the Wedding Series)

Summary: Literally what the title implies lol

Warnings: smut, degradation, exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, hand jobs, anal play, squirting, and creampies

Wc: 2.1K

Author’s Note: Shoutout to @afangirllikeme-blog​ for putting this idea into my head and making me write my first reaction post in almost two years lol! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Kim Seokjin

“Jinnie, fuck,” you whimpered, holding onto Jin’s forearms as he fucked into you steadily. After their first concert in Seoul in over two years, Jin had experienced the huge adrenaline rush that came along with performing a three hour show in front of their fans. In an effort to work off some of that adrenaline, Jin suggested indulging in something that the two of you hadn’t been able to do since before the pandemic hit: post concert sex.

“You feel so good jagi,” Jin groaned before biting down harshly on his lip. 

“Please, please,” you begged.

“What do you want baby?” Jin cooed as looked down at you. “All you have to do is tell me and you know I’ll give it to you.”

“Wanna come,” you whispered. 

“Ok baby,” he nodded with a smile, bringing one of his hands up to his mouth and letting some spit slide onto the pads of his fingers. He then reached down and set those fingers against your clit, rubbing firmly on the bundle of nerves. He then used his free hand to press down on your belly gently, which made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. Your body instantly bucked against his, a steady string of moans falling from your lips as Jin fucked you to your orgasm. 

“O-oh, oh, just like that,” you encouraged him, wrapping your arms around his middle section and letting your nails press into the skin on his back. “I’m gonna come Jin.”

“Go ahead baby, let me feel you,” he smiled. You threw your head back, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your orgasm washed over you. Your walls seemed to become impossibly tighter around Jin’s cock, which had him groaning loudly as he came inside of you. 

“The best girl,” Jin praised you, leaning down and pressing kisses all over your face which made you giggle loudly. 

Min Yoongi

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1,909 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

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#5

Tubbee in Tubbox

Chapter: One

Tw: Fear, comfort, a pinch of angst, mentioned vore (none happen) WC: 1800-ish

Guys, I can explain. I finished this before chapter three of TinyHunt- sry.

“Look Phil!” Tubbo froze, he was just flying around France when he tried to get some bread and brought it to a fence post. “Yo Wil, it looks a bit like a bee.” Tubbo turned around and looked into the bright blue eyes of a blonde haired human. Who was WAY too close for comfort, Tubbo was far to paralyzed to even think to scream as the teen wrapped his hand around the bee hybrid.

Ranboo meanwhile was watching this whole ordeal from a window of the bakery that was a couple feet away from where Tubbo was, he really should’ve been doing something, but he’s always been to scared of humans. He watched in horror as Tubbo was taken by the teen and shown to an older blonde and a man with dirty brown hair. “Oh my god, what should I do!” Ranboo was on the verge of having a panic attack, but instead ducked into a crack in the wall to hide away.

Tubbo tried in vain to escape the humans grasp, until he was placed into the hands of another blonde who looked considerably older. Tubbo liked this one a bit better, as they were holding him rather gently, for a human. “Tommy, this is a Tiny,” the human explained to the original human who is apparently named Tommy. “You can’t just go pick up wild tinies or any other animals around any where.” Tommy looked a bit annoyed for a moment. “But Dadza, he looks so cool! Can we keep it?”

Tubbo was alarmed by this, he definitely did not want to be taken by some child. He was tempted to fly away in the direction of his and Ranboo’s home, but he didn’t want to endanger Micheal. With any luck, his Beloved would buzz off and leave him, for Michael. While Tubbo was praying for Ranboo to stay away, Phil had succumbed to Tommy’s will and bought a Tiny jar to keep the bee inside. Tubbo attempted to escape, but a brown haired human who Tubbo hadn’t noticed made sure to keep him boxed in so he could only go into the jar.

Ranboo was busy packing away all their shit, he wasn’t about to let Tubbo be taken away. He was instead going to follow at a safe distance and hopefully get Tubbo out. He thought of leaving Micheal, but decided against it. He instead grabbed the pink haired borrower and flew toward where Tubbo was. He got their just in time to see Tubbo get stuck inside a jar.

He had gotten there a bit too late. He made sure to follow the humans from a safe distance and spotted them entering an airport. Oh god, they had really screwed up! Ranboo tried thinking of any possible way to rescue Tubbo for he was deported out of this country. (Tubbo’s species was from the UK so it was technically the truth.)

He eventually settled that there was no way to do so, he decided that he and Michael would sneak onto the plane. It wasn’t that hard, they ended up hiding in one of those little dining carts that was being loaded onto the plane. Once they were inside it took only a moment for the plane to take off. Ranboo settled in for the long ride hiding in a dark corner of the plane bathroom. As he consoled Micheal, he could only hope his platonic husband was doing alright.

Tubbo whilst extremely pissed was fine, safe even. The teen that had originally found him was holding him in his lap and was inspecting him from behind the glass. “Wilbur, this thing is honestly really cute.” The child conveyed to Wilbur. “Really? Well if we are going to keep. it-“ “Him.” Tommy corrected, “Right, him, then what are we going to name him?”

Tommy thought for a minute, drumming his fingers very annoyingly on the lid of the jar. “How about, Bee Boy? Or BB for short?” Wilbur snorted, “What? Would you name your child, oh I don’t know, Big Law if they looked like they’d be a lawyer?” Tommy looked like he was going red. “Well bitch I’d appreciate if you gave a better idea you prick! Besides, I think it’s a lovely name.”

“Well you’d better take care of them Tom,” Phil chimes in from the back, I don’t want to bury them like we did with Clementine.” Tommy grimaced at the thought, he hated whenever they talked about Clementine. “I thought we agreed not to bring up ✨Clementine✨.” Ah ah ah ah.” Phil corrected, we only said that we wouldn’t unless you got another pet.” Tommy DID turn red at that and was properly pissed off, but Dad was right.

Tubbo in the jar sighed, this would be a LONG flight. But after their conversation subsided, Tubbo thought back to Ranboo and Micheal. If his Beloved had any sense, he’d have stayed and forgotten about him, and raised Micheal. But deep down, Tubbo knew that Ranboo would probably try to find him, he’d just have to hope that in this world where humans eating borrowers was normalized that Ranboo wouldn’t get himself killed…

A few hours later…

Ranboo woke up with a thud as the plane landed, Micheal cooed a bit on his lap as the plane stopped. He’d never bee much of a crier. But there wasn’t any time for Ranboo to sit and eat breakfast, he had to hurry if he wanted to find Tubbo. He hurriedly swooped out of the bathroom and attempted to sneak by the crowds of humans. And oh boy, if humans possessed the ability to smell fear then he’d be certain that every human in a 5 mile radius would turn their head his way.

He eventually tracked them down to a taxi cab, he was already beat from the searching, and now he’d have to keep up with a car! It was too much. But he had to keep going on, for Tubbo, and for Micheal. And did he try, oh he tried to keep his eyes on the car, but eventually he lost them he did catch their names thankfully. Philza Minecraft, Tommy Innit Minecraft, and Wilbur Soot Minecraft. Weird names, but names he needed to know. He’d have to do a bit of eavesdropping, but he swears that he will find Tubbo…

Tubbo meanwhile was being bumped and jostled like a toy as the Taxi went down the streets of London, he didn’t enjoy it, but kept his mouth shut. He was lucky that the young one appeared to want to keep him as a pet and not for a snack. Of course, that didn’t make it any less terrifying. He’d spent the last day worrying about Ranboo and Michael and now that he was actually thinking about his situation, he realized that he was essentially a dead bee sitting.

“Don’t worry little Bee Boy,” Tubbo jumped at the voice of Tommy, “You’ll be safe here with us.” He patted the jar, Tubbo didn’t feel all that safe, but he found some solace in the potential of them not devouring him. Eventually the Taxi rolled to a stop at a house. It was a nondescript house, but Tubbo didn’t get much of a chance to admire the exterior, as he was carried inside. “Hello boys!” A woman’s voice rang through the house as the Minecraft’s headed inside. “Kristin, come we have someone to show you.”

They then proceeded to show Bee Boy to Tommy’s mum blah blah blah, and he was getting bored. “Daaad, I’ll go and show BB our new room.” Phil nodded, “Okay, have fun! And please, be careful with that jar-“ but Phil couldn’t finish as Tommy rushed up the stairs, he was excited to show his little friend his room. He got to the top of the stairs and pushed open his door. “Alright Bee Boy, this is our new room!”

Tubbo wasn’t excited to be the pet of a Child, but at least the room was decent. Their was a bunk bed in one corner, in another a desk, in the final corner directly to the right lay a bay window that showed the backyard and a bit of the street. Tommy went ahead and showed him around his room by laying Tubbo on his desk and pointing. He told him about his favorite YouTuber’s (The Sidemen) and all about their best member. (“Vikkstar, Vikkstar, VIKKSTAR!”) There were quite a few posters of him around the room.

He talked about his YouTube channel where he mainly vlogged his life with his family the Minecraft’s and how he also play’d a game that his grandfather made that was called the same name as their last name. He told Tubbo that he’d have to introduce him to his ‘Vlog Nation” as he called the viewers, and Tubbo had to admit, Tommy didn’t seem like that bad of a kid. Who knows, maybe this whole thing could in fact work out in the end…

Ranboo was lurking around in the airport, hoping that he could find anyone who might be taking about the Minecraft family. He eventually, while taking a break in the park, found a little girl watching a video that looked like The Minecraft’s in Paris. He believes that he has found a lead. He distracted the girl with a shiny object he’d found on the floor and took the iPad from her. She’s left it on the bench, and went back to a haphazardly made nest to analyze the video. He would find Tubbo, no matter the cost.

Philza was wondering what Tommy and Bee Boy were doing up there, he had to pray that Tommy wouldn’t do anything stupid. Alongside that he’d have to make sure that everyone who got near BB knew that he was a friend and not a snack. It would be difficult to have a Tiny as a pet, but he and Kristin would make it work. Who knows? It might bring even more views.

Kristin was just happy that Tommy was happy, and she really enjoyed the idea of having another pet around. Even if a lot of people enjoyed eating tinies…

Wilbur had similar feelings to Kristin. He’d punt anyone who would hurt Bee Boy thus making Tommy sad. No matter how much he teased him, he cared about the little gremlin…

Technoblade, was completely unaware of all events happening, he was trying to find a new house to live in after stowing away on a boat from America. Little did he know that maybe he’s find something more than food in England…

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Well everyone that was Chapter One of Tubbee in Tubbox. And just to clear it up, Ranboo’s journey will be told a bit more in a Side Story.

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#4

CandyLand au Chapter One: Candy Men

Tw: Candy People, Swearing, mentioned vore (none happen), fear, unintentional fear. WC: 1800-ish.

Tommyinnit led a different life from most boy’s. You see, his dad, Philza ‘Candy’ Minecraft, owned a candy store. That was fairly popular in the city of L’Manburg, and Tommy just so happened to work their. He remember’s the day when his dad gave him the job at this place, “Now Tom,” his dad had told him. “One day, you’re gonna be the owner of Philza’s CandyCraft, but before that, you’ll need to do some work here.” For the first year, he was unpaid. But as time passed and he got good at his job, Phil had started paying him. It was a pretty routine life.

Wake up, eat breakfast, get ready for work, work, go home, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. With a lunch break in the middle obviously. Of course, Philza could’ve chosen his other son Wilbur to take the reigns of the Candy Store, but he was off trying to become a famous musician with his band. But today he was closing up shop, saying goodnight to Karl as he closed the doors, and prepared to sweep the entire fucking store. Sigh, he absolutely fucking hated this part. He ended up making a little game out of it, sweeping up these dumb ass dust bunnies. “Hullo! Thought you could get away huh? Ya bitch.” He swept away several dust bunnies while providing witty banter to his imaginary audience.

As he finished sweeping up the last of the bunnies, he saw something, really goddamn strange. “What the fuck…?” He whispered as he moved closer to get a closer look, on the floor next to a door to a storage room, lay two pieces of Candy. But, Tommy had just swept there not five minutes ago! He leaned down and examined the pieces, they were two pieces of sweets that were shaped like people, and were somehow standing on their own, backs turned from Tommy. The one on the left was a teen made of Crystalized honey, weird, Dad was just working on a new product made out of the shit. And the one in the right was a teen made out of a black and white frosted cookie, with some purple as well.

If Tommy didn’t know any better, he’d say that the two had tensed up when his breath hit them. He picked the two treats up off the ground and held them in his hand like he would any other piece of candy. He finished closing up shop, locked the front door, and headed upstairs to their apartment, and subsequently, his room. He laid the pieces of candy on his nightstand, and decided that he’d have them as a little snack in the morning to get the day started with something sweet. (You’d think that since Tom’s old man runs a sweet shop, that his kid would be allowed to eat a load of the shit, but apparently fucking not. Because it’s “Bad for you”.) He laid his head in his pillow, and closed his eyes.

Tubbo was absolutely scared out of his mind. It was a miracle that both he and Ranboo had managed to remain quiet throughout that entire time while being held by that human’s hot ass hand. Fuck. But there was no time for Tubbo to get his own feelings sorted out, by the look of Ranboo, he was about to have a full on Panic Attack. “Boo, you need to calm down.” Tubbo comforted Ranboo putting his hand on his shoulder. “We need to figure out a way to get down and to get the fuck out of here.” Ranboo nodded, still unable to speak, and let Tubbo lead the way to get out.

While Tubbo is exuded confidence as he searched the child’s desk for anything to help the two down, he was fucking terrified on the inside. He’d heard the child’s monologue about eating them in the morning. (But weird that he spoke aloud, but ok.) Tubbo could probably survive a fall to the ground, and only gain a small dent. But Ranboo would literally crumble if he did that, so Tubbo had to figure out a better solution. Thankfully, the desk was plentiful in resources, but not all of them were helpful. “Alright, we have 12 pencils, 11 paper clips, 10 toy cars, 9 candy wrappers, 8 small animals, 7 stray Lego pieces, 6 framed photographs, 5 random stickers, 4 stacked books, 3 piggy banks of decreasing size stacked, two erasers, and a lamp in a pear tree.”

That was oddly fitting to a song he’d heard the Candynapper singing earlier. So, the majority of stuff was useless, including a water bottle he hadn’t mentioned earlier. He looked over the edge of the nightstand, and saw that the wire of the lamp could more than likely be scaled downwards. He shared this plan with Ranboo, who initially declined before realizing it was the only real way he could get down. Tubbo walked down it a bit, before sliding the rest of the way, and waited for Ranboo. So, with a little encouragement from Tubbo, Ranboo also made it soon after, sliding straight into Tubbo’s arms. “Alright, now let’s get the hell out of here.” Tubbo told him punching the teens shoulder.

“Darn it, I think I still lost a few crumbs…” Boo finally spoke unprompted as they got about halfway across the floor to the door. “Oh now you choose to speak normally? Don’t worry ‘bout them Boo, Human’s are hopefully pretty dumb and won’t notice it.” He assured him. “Oh really, he just won’t think anything of it when his treats have magically disappeared?” Boo retorted, making Tubbo pause for a moment. “We don’t need to worry about what he’s gonna think, we just gotta be long gone before he wakes up.” Ranboo snickered slightly as they finally reached the damn door after an eternity.

“What’s so funny?” Tubbo asked Boo, finally getting annoyed by it. “It’s just, you said Bee-heheh.” He said laughing just a bit more. “Oh ha ha, because I’m made of honey, you’re a prick Ranbus. Let’s just get under this bitch already.” But try as they might, unless they suddenly became chewy squishy candy, they would t be getting under the door any time soon. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Tubbo was promptly pissed off as he kicked the door, leaving a small honey dent in his foot. “What are we gonna do Tubbo?” Ranboo asked, tone getting increasingly more worried and anxious as the sun began to rise outside. And Tubbo felt like murdering the birds that were chirping outside.

Tubbo wracked his brain for all the possible things that he could do, but his mind drew a blank. But that was nothing compared to the blank terror that spread across the honey teen as the alarm clock went off…

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#3

Water deep as loneliness Chapter One: Boating trip

Tw: Fear, fearplay, dehumanization, swearing, Safe and Unwilling Noms, messin around with humans like their ants and or play-things, that's about it, read with discretion- WC: 1,585 words

Tommy stared out at the water. He wasn’t the biggest fan of being out in the ocean, but there wasn’t much reason to stay on land. He’d heard that this fisherman was taking people out into the ocean on his fairly big boat, and he wanted to get away from his orphanage, so this was the best option. They left Essempi and were expecting to dock at L’Manburg in a few hours. He sighed, this was the perfect opportunity to get away, he just had to make sure none of the suspicious passengers didn’t stop him and ask where he was going, why he was alone, or why he had a full backpack. He saw someone try to come over and talk to him but excused himself quickly. He didn’t really like talking to people, and people didn’t really like talking to him, so he usually stayed away. He hid in the back of the boat, in between crates holding XD knows what.

He was debating on crawling inside one and seeing where he ended up when a loud crash was heard. It was like a boulder had hit the side of the ship. “What the fuck!” He whisper-shouted as he peeked out from his small corner in between and under boxes, he could hear people shouting before being cut off with a splash. He could’ve sworn that he was scaled in the water as he peeked over the edge, staying close to the floor. Oh, shit, he’d heard the legends of Mers, but he didn’t think they’d actually be real! He quickly hid in one of the crates, practically jumping inside the only open one and sealing it with a lid. He heard a few more shouts, but he ignored them as he closed his eyes and plugged his ears with his fingers…

“Aww, this one’s dead too!” Tubbo informed Ranboo as he circled around the nearly broken ship. He looked over to Boo as he emerged on the other side of the ship, shaking his head. He groaned a bit, “It’s no fun to play with dead ones…” The two continued searching for humans, but they only found more that drowned. “Hm, maybe next time we shouldn’t splash ‘em into the water.” Ranboo nodded, “Well, we could always just sink the boat?” Boo asked, it wasn’t that much fun, but it was something. They turned back to the boat but it was already sinking. The two collectively groaned, “Well at least we could get some food out of these crates.”

Tommy could hear the Mer’s searching through the rubble of the boat. He was thrown around quite a bit as the boat sunk, and was now floating in said crate from earlier, only had one eye hole to peek through at many other crates, floating in the ocean. Oh shit, he was going to die. He could feel himself start to hyperventilate as he drifted. The Mer’s continued to tear apart crates, he even caught a flash of scales everyonce in a while out of the peephole. Then he watched as the water disappeared, getting farther and farther away as the crate he was in was lifted up. “Oooooh…” he made a few noises, oofs, and urgs, all the way.

“Hmm, I think there’s something alive in this one!” Tubbo shouted out to Ranboo as he picked up another crate. This one was slightly heavier than the rest, but it was still extremely light. Ranboo swam over, peering into Tubbo’s palm where the small crate rested, smaller shorter than his pinkie, but slightly bigger in length than it. He reached out, slicing at the crate with his claw, prying it open. “Got it!” He proclaimed as he busted it open. He unceremoniously dumped all of the contents out, it was mostly straw, but then out came a smol human in a red and white shirt. “Ahhh!” It shouted as it fell out onto the palm.

Tommy quickly got to his feet when he landed on the somewhat warm and scaly palm. Holy fucking shit they were big. He gazed up, up, even further up at the Mer, they were smiling a large toothy smile as they stared down at him. The Mer holding (fuck he hated thinking about that) him made a noise, kinda like a shrill gentle screech. The fingers adjusted slightly, pulling him into a grip. “No, no no no!” They curled around him as he was lifted up for inspection. Oh, shit, he really was gonna die, and in such a horrible way. He fully expected the Mer to just eat him. But, that didn’t appear to be the case. He tried to work up the courage to speak, but no words came. He could hear another Mer behind him, but he couldn’t turn his head. “P-p-please…” he lightly whispered. It wasn’t super loud, but it was a word at least.

It didn’t appear like they heard him, they just kept on chittering between the two of them. This was fucking terrifying. They started swimming just in a random direction away from land, so that definitely wasn’t good. They came to a tame spot of the ocean that seemed to have a Coral Reef down below the water. They chittered all the way, making strange noises all the way. Tommy wished he knew what they were gonna do with him, he was surprised that he hadn’t died yet, from everything he’d heard about the legends of the Mer’s, he thought they’d have killed him already. Then something, unexpected happened.

The one holding him, started, counting. It made a noise, waited for a second, made another one, then made a final one a second later. That was when he threw The Human a far distance away. “AHHHHHH!” He simply shouted as he hit the cold water. He stayed submerged there until he spotted both mer’s gunning for him, hands stretched out as they tried to grab at him. They appeared to be fighting each other over who would catch him. As they did this, Tommy desperately tried to get to the surface. Until one clawed hand wrapped around him, it was rough and knocked the air out of his lungs. He was lifted out of the water and took in the air. More chittering was heard. Before another noise was heard from the water.

“Boys! It’s time for Dinner!” Tubbo groaned at Phil’s voice. He really wished they’d been able to play with the human a little more. “What should we do with it?” He asked Ranboo who was holding the human in a tight grip. “You might wanna, loosen that a bit.” He informed him. “Oh, yea.” He shifted the human to rest in his open palms. “Land is a bit too far away, but we could always keep him for a bit.” Tubbo nodded, “Yea, you can store it for a bit, we could continue tomorrow.” Ranboo nodded somewhat eagerly, as Tubbo disappeared to go placate Phil for a sec.

Tommy was glad when he was shifted to rest in the creature's palms. He really didn’t want that to happen again, and he was building his voice back up, as he was lifted high up, close to this Pricks face. “OI BI-“ He tries to shout with all of his ‘annoying’ gusto, but he was unceremoniously shoved into the Mer’s mouth, where he landed on the soft muscle of the creature's tongue. Oh shit. He backed up with urgency, poking himself on one of the sharp teeth. Oh Prime, this was it. He shouted as the wet tongue pushed him around, lathering him in Saliva. This was so gross, but the Mer ended up swallowing thickly, pushing him toward the dark tunnel that lay at the end. He shouted and screeched as he tried to avoid the tunnel. But it was fruitless as his legs got sucked into the tube.

The throat dragged him down deep inside the mer, he tried to fight it with everything he had, but it was far too late. He was gonna die, and he hadn’t done shit with his life. He held back his tears and shouted with outrage as he tried to climb back up, but the muscles forced him further down until he finally landed in a slightly lit-up room. But this wasn’t a room, this was his demise. He lay in there, just in shock at what had happened. This wasn’t how he wanted today to go, nor how he wanted to die. "Oi Prick face!" He shouted as loud as he could, "You better let me out of here or I'll fuck your stomach up!" He tried to beat up the stomach from the inside, prime he hated that word, but it didn't do shit. He resigned to just cryin in the corner, how brave.

Tubbo sat on his ‘bed’, waiting for Ranboo to come so they could get some dinner. Finally, the Black and White Mer came down. "What took ya so long Boo?" He asked, only Semi-Concerned. "Um, well it put up a bit of a fight and it kinda-" He was cut off by Phil. "C'mon! Dinners ready guys!" Tubbo shouted back that they were coming, "C'mon, you can tell me later." Ranboo nodded his head, following Tubbo out. Afterward, they headed to bed, and Boo tried to tell Tubbo again. "Sorry, could you just tell me in the morning? I'm really tired right now..." He really was, Boo mumbled goodnight, and they headed to bed...

52 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

#2

TinyHunt

Chapter One: Analysis

Tw: technical hurt, pests, that’s about it.

Word Count: 2kish

Dream was rather enjoying this new Human. He had been spending some time getting a good look at this guy in particular to gauge how careful he should be. Needless to say, George didn’t seem like a very competent Human. He was watching silently laughing, while George struggled to find the glasses that Dream had lugged away to the top of the shelf.

Dream though, was not a cruel Borrower. So he had put the glasses just right on the shelf so that when the light streamed through the window, would illuminate the lenses. He quickly backed away as this happened against the wall about to enter the grate. He finally heard George make a sound of triumph as he reached the glasses.

George actually didn’t need glasses, they were mainly for just looking good and helping his colorblindness. So he was still a bit upset when he didn’t find them on his nightstand when he woke up in his new house. He had contemplated calling Sapnap but decided that he’d just find them himself.

Once the light shined onto the shelf just above his nightstand he reached and grasped it. He could almost swear he felt a small gust of warm breath on his finger, it was very small though. He went ahead and put them on, and went downstairs to grab a stool from the garage. But when he got back and double-checked the shelf, it was empty.

It was common knowledge that Tinies existed, George just didn’t think that he’d ever encounter any. Not that he had any proof he did have one infesting his new house, but there wasn’t much else it could be that breathed on his hand like that. His suspicions were only confirmed more when food started mysteriously going missing alongside other objects that he used.

Over the next week…

It took Dream a second before he realized that George was in fact, not blind. (Or at least not in the normal way.) But he didn’t care that much, this Human was relatively foolish, and since Borrowers were common Knowledge to them, he didn’t have to worry about being seen all that much.

Besides, if the Human got close enough to do anything he had a much more technologically advanced hook than most other Borrowers. It was mainly based on some of the things that Humans watched on their TV’s, such as the man with powers like a Spider, or that one ‘anime’ with actual giants. Back when the house was empty, he liked to practice his swinging here, he was already pretty good thanks to The Blade. But practice makes perfect.

Thankfully it seemed as if George wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, so he could annoy the human more than he normally would. “ooooh Tiny?” George whispered attempting to sound menacing, but after seeing him talk to someone named ‘Sapnap’ through the phone, it really didn’t have the intended effect.

“I seeeee youuu!” Dream laughed at this, “You’re a Liar!” He chuckled out. “oooh, so you’re up there Tiny?” George gestured, heading over to the cabinet just next to where Dream actually was on top of the Fridge. Dream was ready for him, grabbing his hook, he launched it at his glasses and wrapped it around the middle bit in between George’s eyes.

“AHHHHH!” George screeched as his glasses were ripped off of his face and landed with a thud against the fridge with a rope wrapped around it reaching up to the top of the fridge. He was just reaching for them when the hook attached to the end of the rope that his glasses were on disengaged, making his glasses fall all the at to the tiled floor. He reacted quickly bringing his foot up to catch them.

“Noooo!” He groaned as he saw that he had totally crushed them when he caught them. Just above he heard some chuckling. “I’ll get you for that you little Nightmare!” He shouted up to the top of the fridge. There was a vent up there, so the little goblin was probably retreating into it like the rat he is.

“Heheheha!” Dream was enjoying this as he retreated into the vents with a cookie that he had yoinked from the cupboard. Making his way up the vents, he ended up at his centralized home base inside the ceiling above the Living room nearby the front door. Without a word, Dream feasted on his find.

A few minutes later he heard George leave the house, “Don’t touch anything of mine Tiny, or else.” Pffft, Dream thought. Or else what? If this idiot thought he had any shot of catching him, he was sorely mistaken. As soon as he heard the door close, he decided to take a nap, thankfully the house would be quiet for now.

George was on his way home, it had taken a bit (and a decent sum of money) but he had gotten some new glasses. He also called Sapnap as he was supposed to arrive at the same time as him at their new house. Sap was moving in with him, but knowing this idiot, he’s probably eating a pizza in a gas station somewhere on the way.

As he opened the front door, he wondered whether or not he should call the Tiny by another name. He went around trying to think of clever names for the Tiny, but as he hadn’t even seen what they looked like, it was difficult. One day though when he was prowling the kitchen after noticing that even more cookies were gone the Tiny spoke up.

“You know I have a name right?” The Tiny asked one day after George was teasing him. “Oh really, and what would that be?” The Tiny’s answer was quick and straight-to-the-point. “The name’s Dream.” Huh, that was a weird name, but from what he did know about tinies they did have some strange names. Not that he had room to judge, his middle and last name were Not Found.

“Well, Dream.” George enunciated, “I hope that you can Dream your way out of my house.” Dream didn’t crack so much as a smile after that attempt at a pun, “You must realize that I lived here first.” George took a second l. “Well yeah, but you are merely a pest that should be taken out.” Dream grimaced at this, and decided to leave, he didn’t want to entertain this dude any longer.

The next day…

Things went like this for a while. This time, George thought it'd be smart to set a trap. Multiple in fact. It got to the point where Dream had enough saved net that he could sew it together to make a net big enough to catch George. So one day while George went out to eat, (As Dream usually ended up stealing the food if he brought it back.) he set up the trap just above the front door.

"ooooohhh Dreeeeaaamm? I'm back and without any food for you to-" George was stopped by the net that had dropped as soon as he opened the door. "AH!" He thrashed about in the net for a bit, meanwhile, Dream was in hysterics at the sight. "Ohhh, i'll get you for that one!" George shouted at the shelf as Dream disappeared again.

After this, even more prank’s ensued. Flower pots and framed pictures were shattering left and right, both by Dream AND by George as he chased Dream throughout the home. “Not another one!” George shouted after he knocked over a pot trying to get at Dream, “Come back here!” Another day, George found a whole bunch of holes in his favorite shirt with Supreme on it completely torn out.

On another note, Dream had a nice new red and blue blanket, “God damn it Dream!” George roared after this. Dream the. And made a hammock on top of a shelf to get an excuse to do something else. Needless to say, George destroyed it. “I got your bed Dream!” George said to Dream, but Dream was t listening. He was pulling out a needle he had gotten from Technoblade a few years back.

He made a running leap with both his needle and his hook. He used his hook to swing around the bumbling Human and poked at him as well. “DREAM. STOP!” George screeched as he was assaulted with the sewing needle. After a minute, Dream swung himself up to a vent and watched laughing as George fretted over his small cuts.

He even went and messed with the wires inside of George’s PC, he remembered his friend Skeppy doing this several times. Although Skeepy wasn’t as skilled as Dream and usually ended up electrocuted. Dream and him had parted ways for a bit. Skeppy because He was too train and show Dream up. Dream because he preferred to work alone for the most part.

He did miss Skeppy’s company at times, but George’s rage when his PC short-circuited was absolutely hilarious. “Noooo! What the actual hell is wrong with you!” George interrogated the wall. George then went on to call someone name Phil, presumably to help with the PC.

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53 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Technoblade was a hero.

Just not in the normal sense.

He was a hero who brightened up all of our lives,

With his jokes and his trademark sarcasm.

He worked hard to make sure that we, got the content that he wanted to make for us.

To make sure that we would be happy.

And now he’s gone.

Today is a dark day for not just our community, but for any and all people who watched him. A dark day even for the people who watched his close friends.

And none of you are alone in your sorrow.

Everyone is suffering.

So let us all have a moment of silence, for the Man who brought us Joy whenever he uploaded, or when he went to others streams.

Rest In Peace Technoblade, you worked hard for it.

Don’t be afraid to shed tears for him, if he meant anything positive to you, then you let those tears fall for him.

“You have to believe in yourself.”

- Sun Tzu, The Art Of War

…

Don’t forget.

62 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

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Welp this was my year in review- @w@

And wow, didn't realize Water Deep As Loneliness was my third noted post overall @w@ I honestly didn't think it'd be that good of an au, I'll have to add it to the ever-expanding list of things I want too do to make a Chapter Two- XD

Same deal with Candy Boi's XD

And... not sure how to feel about my Technoblade Post being my most noted post on here- :,]

It's a weird emotion I'll say that much X,D

But, here's a fun fact, this'll be my 210th Original Post that wasn't a reblog in total- :D

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

I posted 2,819 times in 2022

That's 2,022 more posts than 2021!

556 posts created (20%)

2,263 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@foreverindreamlandd

@kinanabinks

@buckycuddlebuddy

@treatbuckywkisses

@sweetascanbee

I tagged 1,368 of my posts in 2022

#digging up carrot's veggies 🥕 - 382 posts

#carrot's fic recs - 232 posts

#carrot and her fraaans - 93 posts

#carrot's corazón❣️ - 53 posts

#sebastian stan - 53 posts

#carrot's harvest - 52 posts

#carrot bong - 29 posts

#instagram - 26 posts

#spotify - 22 posts

#fruit basket - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#like it's so hard and it's weird bc i don't have this big tragedy on my shoulders i'm just a middle class young woman with a lot of issues

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

THE WAY I SCREAMED 👁️👄👁️

The things he says... That's gotta be on purpose right???? HE KNOWS THE POWER HE HOLDS

279 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#4

Happy Birthday Sergeant

Drabble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky hates celebrating his birthday, that is until you forgot about it

Warnings: mention of a blowjob, lil bit of sadness, fluff but it's not that fluffy??

Wc: 1k

a/n: Today is TLOML's birthday and words cannot express just how special he is to me, Bucky Barnes deserves everything good in this life and I'm gonna give it to him <3, anyways, happy reading!

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291 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#3

L.O.V.E

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Plus size!Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Bucky wants to offer you more than love

Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.

Wc: 4k

a/n: a little late buuut, Happy valentines everyone! I have very mixed feelings about this one lol, also,this was supossed to be pure fluff lmao, oh well… I hope you enjoy <3 And I would like to specify that the reader had a tough time figuring out what she wanted to do after high school so that’s why she JUST applied for collage (it’s ok to not know what you want for your life, there’s no rush, you get to choose your own path).

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352 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

DᵣₑₐₘₗₐₙD

Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob,  degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

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963 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Im about to throw a fit 😤

1,013 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

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[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

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I posted 649 times in 2022

That's 649 more posts than 2021!

66 posts created (10%)

583 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@i-can-even-burn-salad

@suspicious-whumping-egg

@redwingedwhump

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@verkja

I tagged 611 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#whump - 88 posts

#whump writing - 82 posts

#fantasy whump - 75 posts

#glass shards - 32 posts

#whump art - 30 posts

#writing things - 23 posts

#🤣🤣🤣 - 22 posts

#writing - 20 posts

#starlit plays tag games - 19 posts

#hidden depths - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i've adopted this story ✨️ as such my first speculative thought was whether cyra would go with adair when (emphasis) he eventually escapes

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hidden Depths: Masterlist

Genre: Fantasy whump

This story is set in my fantasy world of Valysii. It follows an eighteen-year-old young man named Resh, who essentially sold himself into indentured servitude in return for assistance from the Crown to save his sick sister.

Unfortunately for him, he works for the crown prince, Marcus, who is a sadistic bastard. He finds this out soon enough, but not soon enough to matter, if you catch my drift :D

This story is told in dual POV.

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9 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

#4

Chapter 8 ~ No way out

Hidden Depths

Previous ~ Masterlist ~ Next

Genre: Fantasy whump

Written per Whumptober 2022 prompts

CW: flashback of attempted noncon, panic attack, mentioned death, mentioned murder, angst, failed escape, buried alive, magic whump, captivity

WC: 4499

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10 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#3

Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag nanashi23!

RULES ARE SIMPLE. Share the last lines of... (whatever last lines means to you) . What you've written, last thing you wrote, last line said by a character. Surprise me. : )

This snippet is from a new story featuring Nykim from my fantasy whump Hidden Depths :D

~~

"Her," Nykim said shortly. The early morning light was nearly blocked out by the dense canopy of green from above, so he was forced to slow his pace or risk tripping over a root or fallen branch. That wouldn't do, not even in front of Brant.

Brant shook his head, the motion barely visible. "Her." Brant's tone was full of disbelief. "I still can't believe it."

"What, is it so hard to believe a female could be as vicious as she is?" Nykim asked softly, infusing his voice with a quiet sort of venom. He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect, even when she was gone.

"No, of course not," Brant was quick to say. "It's just, I fuckin trained him. I mean, her. Known her as long as you, and never would've guessed."

Nykim rolled his eyes, then came to a stop before the first wall. There were three of the fuckers, with only one gate, patrolled by the royal guard at all hours. Too tall, too smooth, to climb, but Nykim didn't have that problem.

~~

*grumble fucking tags grumble* Tagging people makes me nervous 😅

Tagging: i-can-even-burn-salad - since I'm not responding to your tag lol verkja @littleperilstories (if you want to of course!) also, butyoumissedmyheart - if you'd like to (like really, feel free to ignore this tag lol), sometimes sharing small pieces is easier than posting a whole chapter :)

There, I did it. *phew*

15 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#2

I have 3 more chapters and 5 more days in October. I had given up on completing whumptober last week when I got stuck on my last posted chapter. I'm still slightly behind, but it's doable. It is doable. I'm over here cheering myself on. You can do it, anna! :D

25 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Whump Intro

Hi, hello! 

Um, I’ve been avoiding this intro bc I am a shy awkward hermit that usually just lurks and likes stuff, but that doesn’t really work on Tumblr so here I am! Plus I wanted to use Whumptober to force myself into sharing my writing and figured it might be useful to introduce myself first.

You can call me starlit, or anna, or hey you, I don’t really care lol. She/her pronouns. I love reading fantasy & fantasy romance, writing, and playing RPG video games when I have the time (usually fantasy based-are we sensing a theme here? 😂)

Before we get to more about me nonsense-

Acknowledgements!

Shout out to i-can-even-burn-salad

For beta reading for me and then being brave enough to share her stories with me. And for sucking me into Tumbler lol. And for talking to me all the time and making me laugh. And for being such a great person. <3

I love her writing and stories so much. Please, please, check her writing out. It's worth it, I promise! Bring tissues though!!

Best internet friend ever trophy, where is it? I need to send it… oh, there it is. Here you go, Elli! 🏆🎉💜

I haven't had the opportunity to check out many other blogs yet, bc someone has such an extensive back catalog 👀 😂 but tagged below is the one I have read. I devoured Traces in one day because it was so good. Highly recommend!

Traces by whumping-in-the-wings - Thanks for writing such a great story! Can't wait to see what happens next :)

(Obligatory disclaimer: heed the warnings. They are well-tagged.)

I've got my eye on several other blogs once I have a little more time. Hope ya'll like spam likes/reblogs/comments, bc I'm a bit enthusiastic 😂

Ok, back to me, I suppose. Under the cut 🤣

I tend to use emojis excessively, but don’t expect me to know the meaning of them beyond face-value expressions. I shamelessly claim elder millennial status as an excuse (which means I’m 18+, obviously).

I’m audhd (combo autistic/adhd), but I didn’t find that out until earlier this year, so I’m still very used to tiptoeing around people and holding myself back out of self-preservation. Working on that though, bc I’m tired of that shit. 

Erm, also… fuck is my favorite word. If you don’t like foul language, I might not be a great fit for you. 

I joined Tumblr about a month ago, so I am still learning and ask for your patience. (I will probably be learning for quite some time, tbh) If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know so I can fix it.

Asks are welcome, although not sure what you would ask me lol. With asks, keep in mind that I’m literal as fuck and context is everything :D

As is fairly common from what I’ve seen in this community, I’ve daydreamed whump for as long as I can remember, and it’s nice to:

1. know what to call it 🥲

2. find someplace where I don’t feel weird about getting it out of my head and putting it on digital paper. Well, not quite as weird haha.

I’m super nervous to post on here, but that’s what I’m here for, so… deep breaths 😶

Likes: 

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91 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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[lucxboyce]

thomas doherty    ,    he/him    ,    cis-male    .    lucas boyce    crossed    the    city    limits    into    saints    :        you    know    ,    the    one hundred and fifty    year    old    (        twenty-seven    )    hellhound    ,    who    is    told    they    give    off    paralyzer    by    finger eleven    vibes    .    they've    been    here    for    a hundred thirty eight years    ,    gracing    the    city    with    their    stubborn    but    charming    attitude    .

Stats

Character Name: Lucas James Boyce

Nickname: Lu, Luke, Luc, LJ

Age: 150 (27)

Birthday: January 18th, 1872

Gender/Pronouns: Cis male, He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Face claim: Thomas Doherty

Occupation: Tattoo Artist/Shopkeeper at the record store

How long they’ve been in Saints: 138 years

Inspo: Spotify | Pinterest

Personality

outspoken

dauntless

energetic

rebellious

stubborn

sarcastic

Key Points:

Lucas was born into a family full of trouble and dismay - unwanted. His parents tossed him to the side and he found himself part of the foster care system which had only started about twenty years prior in 1852. 

It was hell - he was given to one family after another, each one finding a reason to give him back. He was too loud, too aggressive, too temperamental, too hyperactive.

Eventually, Lucas landed with the Boyce family that took him in when he was twelve and adopted him into their household located in Saints, Alaska. He became one of three kids, the youngest of all. 

From that point forward, Lucas finally felt like he somewhat belongs but still, he always searches for the unfilled need to be wanted. Perhaps it’s something he’ll never have. 

Growing up in Saints meant that the supernatural were not anything new or different. It became quite normal and Lu had made friends with various supernatural creatures. 

He had one great love when he was twenty but the person completely broke his heart. They were a werewolf and Lucas had fallen entirely in love with them. So much so that after being together for two years, Lucas decided to become a werewolf so they could be together forever. 

The change didn’t go as planned, however, and Lucas died in the process of turning. But the kicker was... he didn’t stay dead. 

Lucas came back as a hellhound - an abomination. 

His partner left and Lucas was unwanted and alone. 

It took him a long time to find his footing and it wasn’t until he met another hellhound (wc!!) that helped him figure out his new life that he was able to settle into his life.

However, in the process of readjusting, Lucas has taken more lives than he cares to even think about. Feeding without killing was absolutely impossible and he was so grateful when the knowledge of blood bags came to his knowledge. It doesn’t sate the inner monster in him but he doesn’t care. 

Lucas has travelled in and out of Saints through out the years but for the most part, he’s stayed in town and made a life for himself and known in town. 

He lives a pretty solitary life - partially due to his new nature but partially because, once more, he feels unwanted. unwanted by humanity, vampires and werewolves. 

He currently works at the tattoo shop under Damien and as shop keeper of the record store.

More to come, i'm sure!

Head Canons:

A flirt through and through but anything more than sex is a no-no. You can’t be hurt if you keep a distance!

Will forever think that the 90′s were the best years of humanity. He wears typical 90′s grunge 85% of the time and is stuck in 90′s rock era. 

Absolutely - absolutely -  plays Livin’ on a Prayer in the tattoo shop whenever he can get away with it. On repeat and gives zero fucks. Come at him!

Is a skateboarder and loves to skate. 

Music snob - he will love to bond over vinyls

Can speak English, Latin, French and German.

Wanted Connections:

CLICK HERE FOR THE FULL LIST OF HIS WANTED CONNECTIONS

The one one who turned him and then left when he came back as a hellhound. wc coming to the main but we can discuss this! 

Hellhound who taught him the ropes of his new life

Hunter who might have been after him

Family friends

Childhood friends

Co-workers

Enemies 

Hook ups

One night stands

GIVE ME EVERYTHING

[quaelgeist333]

I posted 6,758 times in 2022

That's 5,701 more posts than 2021!

57 posts created (1%)

6,701 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@pocketspores

@meenah

@sootslash

@pigeocore

@jivs-jam

I tagged 138 of my posts in 2022

#warriors - 37 posts

#warrior cats - 25 posts

#pokemon - 14 posts

#wc - 10 posts

#my art - 8 posts

#sexyman descendants - 8 posts

#tf2 medic kids - 8 posts

#frecklewish - 7 posts

#garry kids - 7 posts

#warrior cats au - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#bob mortimer will always be my vc for him idc if the rest of the cats are american whenever i try to figure out voices he will always

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Decided to give the sexyman descendant sibling groups individual tags for myself and others convenience

They're pretty obvious with being #garry kids and #tf2 medic kids

6 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

Be gay do crime is their motto!

Some stuff

Thing on nose is also a piercing!

Less unhinged like their dad(s?), because they actually have friends who they can rely on and good parents.

Will offer to do your top surgery when they finish education

Knows german, english and latin

Has multiple replicas of the cane in case of something happening to it

The e bass idea comes from ludwig being able to play iirc violin, And basses are background, necessary and support but can play on their own

Can't wait to share all stuff that group facts

8 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

I need to rant about this because it happens time and time again

Person: able bodied people introducing a disablrd character just to have them to be sad about it and suddenly being cured and being happy is ableist

Other person, umprompted: YEAH WELL I'M DISABLED AND WISH I WAS CURED SO IT'S NOT

OH MY GOD SHUT UP, YOU'RE A PERFECT EXAMPLE WHY IT'S BAD, THAT SHIT TEACHES DISABLED PEOPLE THEY'RE BAD AND SHOULD FEEL BAD AND HOPE FOR A MAGICAL CURE BECAUSE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN YOU'RE USELESS WHICH IS SHITTY.

Picture a child that's disabled, may it be by birth or by accident, they never see people like them and makes them sad. Then they hear of a show with someone with their disability and they're excited, but when they watch the character is either belittled or is just used as pity that apparently it makes them useless and that they're wrong until they're "fixed" and everything is great. Imagine the sadness of that child, maybe the start of self hate.

Because it's likely they will never ever see a character that isn't that or just toxic positivity, imagine the resentment at themself.

Congratulations, you wanting this stuff to maintain causes this to happen to a lot of kids.

11 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

#2

The tf2 comic isn't out yet because one of the bot snipers eats a gun and always crashes the stuff where they save the script

14 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I look at this fucked up character and analyze for a bit before going "oh, they had a hellish childhood with lack of good parental support, having lost much of their autonomy, probably even having people try getting rid of it once and for all by trying to control their emotions making them cling to anything where they can get autonomy, even if it's murder or any other violence because that's the biggest factor of autonomy, being able to decide if someone lives or dies." and adding them to my kin list

16 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

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I posted 590 times in 2022

That's 590 more posts than 2021!

38 posts created (6%)

552 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@2offayyo-kzt

@gracetoldmeto

@walking-meme

@babygirlchuuya

@kyouka-supremacy

I tagged 571 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#sigma - 166 posts

#chuuya nakahara - 159 posts

#osamu dazai - 97 posts

#bsd - 64 posts

#bungo stray dogs - 55 posts

#nikolai gogol - 50 posts

#bsd sigma - 27 posts

#bsd spoilers - 25 posts

#fyodor dostoevsky - 25 posts

#ryunosuke akutagawa - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#edit: yalls response to this post is one of the best things to ever happen to me tysm 😊 im new to the fandom so this makes me so happy!!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sometimes I think about how its possible that Sigma was indeed NOT born from the book and he had a life up until 3 years ago that he simply doesn't remember.

The book could've just erased his memory.

22 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#4

When You’re Dealt a Bad Hand

~A BSD 101 Fix It AU~ Happy "Birthday" Sigma

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WC: 2.4k

Summary (mentioned in this post):

“You knew he would need to die.”

Dazai paused mid-step and looked at him blankly before exploding into laughter.

Sigma was dumbfounded in horror.

Once the laughs subsided and Dazai caught his breath, overdramatically wiping a tear from his eye, he looked back to the console with a mischievous smirk. “Who said he was going to die?”

Sigma immediately removed his eyes from the floor and returned his gaze to Dazai’s, trying desperately to read his intentions.

“Of course, however,” Dazai paused, “little Chibi is not-so-pleasantly unaware of that at the current moment.”

or

How Chuuya survives the events of Chapter 101...and meets a brand new face with an odd haircut.

A/N: A BSD 101 Fix It AU - Happy "Birthday" to Sigma. If anything goes against canon, well… ignore it. This is my first fic in this fandom. And because it's my fic I threw some subtle Chuusig into the mix bc the potential in their dynamic is an untapped goldmine. Enjoy Chuuya still being alive! &lt;3

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24 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#3

Still really proud of this joke from Chuuya's first convo with Sigma hehe

Read the whole fic here

26 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#2

This is a plea to the dear lord (Studio Bones) to give us the child (Sigma's character design)

42 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nov 30th, 2022 - the day Sigma was first animated

325 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

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