#wc: 491

[bechaerin]

✦ * ·  ˚ TAKE A CHANCE 003: SPECIAL LESSONS.

when she was first called aside for the personal conversation, chaerin was absolutely certain that she was being cut. what other reason could there have been for someone seeking her out? especially when that person was a trainer that she rarely got to see around. 

every time she replayed that scene in her head, she got the chills, and she was glad beyond words upon learning that it was nothing of the sort. the little speech she received was actually quite shocking. although he had told her not to think much of it other than the company trying to check up on her potential, she couldn’t help but grasp at the little string of hope that this meant that lime was continuing to see something in her. while she may have begun her trainee life by coincidence and more on the whim, she was wanting more and more every single day to eventually debut. there was a passion inside of her that chaerin didn’t know existed until she began training. 

stepping into her first lesson, she quickly learned that this really was a special lesson. there were a few other familiar faces, the same ones that she saw the trainer approach that day, and the training began right away. a quick lecture on why lime thought so highly of great performers and the importance of knowing how to own the stage. all things that may fly over the heads of many trainees as they continue to train. 

frankly, days of training all ended up looking similar after a while. the days consisted of the same routine, and she could see why this little wake up call in the form of a lesson would be a good idea to have. seeing that chaerin was approaching half a year herself, there were moments where she’d lose motivation and go on with her day like it was a chore. 

there was also much more individual focus throughout the lesson. a trainer right beside her to point out exactly what she needed to work out, what she was doing well with and how much she could improve on if she put her time into it. while they were mostly points that she was already aware of, chaerin couldn’t deny that it was still very helpful.

before she knew it, the lesson was over. it was only the first day, but it was a good preview of what was to come with the next ones. today they had focused on the basics, and she’s sure as time passes, they’ll be critiqued more heavily and given harder pushes. nothing she isn’t used to, of course, and she’s almost excited for the next lessons that are to come.

they were a nice breath of fresh air from her regular routine, and she makes a note to herself to not always be so scared when someone approaches her. the next time, who knows? maybe it’ll be even better news.

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: hide || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 491

“I'm sick of hiding,” is the first thing Regulus says to James as soon as the door closes behind him.

It's not typical for him to start their meeting with a conversation when they can finally put their hands and lips on each other, so James raises his eyebrows in surprise. He pushes his glasses back up on his nose, which he had moved out of the way beforehand, so that he can see the face of the guy in front of him clearly.

And this face is as gorgeous as ever, but at the same time reflects irritation and anger in the form of red spots on Regulus' cheeks.

“Oh, hello, love?”

Regulus doesn't linger at the door and, to James's delight, takes three wide strides over to him on the couch and sits on his lap. The boy's hands are wrapped around his neck, but his fingers are gripping his hair tighter than usual.

Regulus fidgets a little on the boy's lap, daring to say, “I want them all to know,” and hopes that his eyes reflect determination rather than anxiety and insecurity.

James's arms tighten around his waist in a reassuring grip and he smiles softly, “You need to be a little more specific, Reggie.”

Pressing his lips together, Regulus closes his eyes, but the images of a bunch of girls at the Quidditch trophy stand only come back to him more clearly. Pressing shoulders to each other, they read out loud the names of the new star players, commenting on how fitting they find them. And Regulus was unlucky enough to be there at the exact moment when a fifth-year girl sighed dreamily as she said James Potter's name, and the others hurried to agree with her.

A part of Regulus purred pleasantly because everything the girls said was true and he was lucky enough to know it from his own experience. But the other part of him wanted to bare his teeth and claws when he heard that the group was going to roll the dice for the order in which they would use their luck to invite James to Hogsmeade.

After that, Regulus' steps quickened and he couldn't stop himself until he was here, on James' lap with his arms around him. Finally feeling himself in his place, the boy sighs tiredly and puts his head down on his shoulder, realizing how stupid he is.

But he says anyway, “I'm tired of everyone around you treating you like a bachelor they can hit on. As if they have a chance. They make me think of… violent actions.”

And Regulus didn't like that sometimes little dark curses came to mind, that it would be so easy to unleash them on a crowd of stupid fifth years.

James laughs softly at him, hugging him completely and holding him close. “Oh, who would have thought that between the two of us, you would actually be the most jealous.”

[maivolpe]

sorry I didn’t see what you don’t right for :(. I swear I wouldn’t have sent that tasm ask if I didn’t know.

Could you write headcannons for tasm! Peter with a reader who hasn’t had a bf b4? And he’s all flirty and suggestive;)

Again sorry for sending that ask

you’re totally okay! i think i literally put those up at the same time as you requested so absolutely no worries! also i struggle a bit with the hc format so i’m just gonna do a blurb if that’s okay :) thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader cw: cursing wc: 491

“whatcha readin’?”

you jumped, quickly closing your book, unaware that someone had been hovering over your shoulder. a quick glance backwards confirmed that it was none other than peter parker himself.

“ever heard of personal space, parker?”

“nope,” he said, popping the p. he pulled up a chair, sitting down next to you.

“you almost made me lose my spot, you jerk.”

he shrugged, pressing his lips together in an unapologetic line.

you pinched the next page between your fingers, doing your best to avoid his gaze. it wasn’t that you disliked him— frankly, it was quite the opposite.

peter parker had an effect on you. it was like nothing you’d ever experienced. without even trying, he could say things that set your heart aflutter, could do things that made you weak in the knees. he meant it all, too, like nobody else had ever before.

but you’d be damned if he was gonna get to you this time. you were going to hold your ground today.

he cleared his throat, startling you out of your thoughts.

“i bet i’m more interesting than whatever’s going on in that book.”

you felt your cheeks warm, though whether it was with annoyance or endearment you couldn’t say. you chose to ignore the comment, instead lifting your book to hide the smile playing at your lips. he noticed, eyes narrowing as he leaned toward you.

he was close. you felt the heat from his breath, catching a whiff of coffee and something that smelled burnt. your eyes traced along the curve of his lips, the slant of his nose, until you met his eyes.

there was a curiosity, a sort of hunger hidden in them. he looked at you like you were a case he wanted to crack.

“what are you hiding?”

“i’m not hiding anything!” you sputtered.

he smirked at your loss of composure. “sure looks like you are. i can see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours.”

your stomach flipped at his boldness, at how easy it was for those words to slide off of his tongue. you leaned back, breaking the tension between the two of you. “well, you’re wrong.”

he raised his hands in mock defeat. “alright, alright.”

“what are you even doing here in the first place?”

peter grinned cheekily, leaning back in his seat. “it’s a library. flash wouldn’t be in here if his life depended on it.”

“you’re right about that,” you giggled.

his eyes, soft and brown, flashed with pride. “so you admit it!”

“admit what?”

“that i’m right about something!”

you chuckled. “whatever makes you happy, parker. now be quiet and let me read my damn book.”

he was silent for all of two seconds before leaning toward you again.

“reading is kind of an overstatement, don’t you think?” he whispered.

you arched an eyebrow at him.

“well, it’s just that you’ve been on the same page since i got here.”

“peter!”

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ko-fi ♡

[hugs2doie]

hi !!! could u do a haech scenario based off round&round? i luv ur stuff sm !!!!!

round&round. — l.d.h

PAIRING. haechan x gn!reader

GENRE. idk cutesy, js haechan being whipped ngl

WC. 491

NINI’S NOTE. haechan??? my ult?? with round&round??? one of my fave nct dongs rver??? u want me so bad anon.. AND I LOVE U TOOO. fid this at 3 am and i dont yhink its proofread… not v proud kf this but i jope u liekk it 💞💞 (turn on light mode for the banner to look prettier 😓)

“smile a bit!” you had told haechan with a big smile of your own, as you were holding his phone up, ready to take a picture with him.

but if only it was so easy for haechan to stand close to you without feeling his heart beating faster than the speed of light.

his pretty brown eyes bore into yours in nervousness after you scolded him, but he nevertheless stood closer to you, and slowly threw up a peace sign and a small smile.

“say cheese!”

and just like that, the picture that he was looking at with the goofiest and biggest grin ever on his hand, was taken.

he wasn’t even looking at himself in the picture, he was looking at you.

you and your stupid smile that got him feeling like he’s a little boy who just got his first ever crush. you who made him feel like he was so close but so far away from you. you who made him scared to make the first move, because you’re just friends, what if you reject him? but also you, who makes him the happiest man with just throwing a glance on his way.

he wasted his time today again. and before he knows it, it’s 2:30 am.

2:30 am.

he’s been tossing and turning under his bed sheets for a while trying to sleep, yet both his heard and brain won’t let him. what is wrong with him? he simply wanted to have a nice night sleep, and not think about his stupid teenage-y boy crush on his friend, those were for kids anyways.

but no matter how hard he tried, thoughts of you just won’t leave him alone.

did he seriously have to be so pathetically in love with you? his friends have called him a loser multiple times ‘cause of this but he just can’t see why. i mean, it’s not like he’ll confess and then boom you’re dating! it’s more complicated than that, a lot more.

he just didn’t want to lose you. a simple confession between friends can ruin the whole friendship.

his overthinking was really eating him up this late at night.

you really were his everything. you were his sun and he was just the earth orbiting, and always wandering around you. he’d seek for you everywhere, but sometimes he’d think if you’d feel the same. i mean you have said a couple of “i love you”s, but those were just in the friendship way, right?

he needs you deeply. it’s like he’s a drug addict and you’re the drug.

at this point he’s surprised you haven’t figured out he likes you. the poor boy stutters and avoids eye contact with you all the time.

but he can’t help but be obvious when it comes to you.

he wasted his time yet again today,

but who knows,

maybe tomorrow he won’t.

[shadowkoo]

disgraceful dreams - teaser

→ Summary: After two years of lustful pining and disgraceful dreams about someone far out of your reach, you decide the only way to move past your hopeless crush on Onyx Academy's star student is by taking part in the Lupercalia festival for the very first time.

↠ wooyoung x f.reader (feat. yeosang) | teaser wc: 491 (16.4k~ total) | 18+ ↠ genre: witch/warlock au, smut, virgin!reader, inspired by s2e3 of caos, slowburn

→ Full Fic Warnings: little bit of social class discrimination, cult-ish behavior (mentions of blood, Y/N uses a knife to cut her hand for binding/ritual purposes), being ‘hunted’ like prey, explicit sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, praise kink, biting, nipple play, breast play, begging, fingering, mutual masturbation, oral (female and male receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, partial agoraphilia & semi-public sex, dirty talk, heavy teasing, spanking, multiple orgasms, grinding, deep dicking, size kink (wooyoung is HUNGGG), magical sex, fucking up against a tree, slight age gap (y/n is 20 and wooyoung is 25), slight corruption, choking, possessive!wooyoung, woo is ravenous for you (you’re welcome)

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→ Release Date: 10/31/24

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Under the safety of your blankets, you move quietly, as if any sudden movement could betray your secret. One hand begins to massage your breasts through your thin tank top, the other sliding down toward your pink panties.

Taking a deep breath, you open your legs, allowing your fingers to slip beneath the dampening fabric. After spreading your juices around, you rub your clit before slowly dipping your first finger into your slick entrance. The sensation is unfamiliar—neither bad nor uncomfortable, just something you're not used to. The pain of the stretch lingers, leaving a strange warmth that you can't quite place.

You close your eyes and pretend that Wooyoung is there with you. Swiftly, you begin to curl your fingers, simultaneously bucking into your hand. You picture him hovering over you, but the image clouds over, shifting into a different scene that becomes sharper.

Wooyoung is also in bed, with his hand wrapped around his exposed, thick cock, lazily pumping it. There’s something unsettlingly vivid about this image, as if it’s not just a product of your imagination. It feels real—too real. Gasping, you realize that he’s in your head, projecting himself, revealing his presence in a way that makes your heart race.

Then, as if he can sense that you've finally caught on to his wicked scheme, a dark smile tugs at the corner of his lips, the kind that makes your body’s temperature spike. “Are you touching yourself, like I asked you to?”

You suck in a sharp breath and nod instinctively, even though you know he can’t physically see you. But somehow, you sense that he knows.

“I bet you are,” he hums, closing his eyes while running his thumb over his pink head. He tosses his head back as he strokes himself, “I bet that tight little virgin cunt of yours needs some good stretching before she’s ready for me.”

Feeling the heat rising to the tips of your ears, they’re red from the weight of his words, like they’re wrapping themselves around you, pulling you deeper into his influence. The knot in your lower belly grows as you match your little finger thrusts to the speed of his hand pumps.

“Add another finger, honey, I know you can,” Wooyoung groans, his hand moving a little faster. “Look at how my cock aches to be sunk inside your sweet folds.”

You do as he commands. You’re panting at this point; completely zeroed in on his throbbing length while you climb towards bliss. The silent room fills with a sinful pattern of squelches from each thrust into your lush heat, and a divine sensation washes over you.

“Goddess, I’m about to make a mess,” he whines, a sound that you’ll never be able to forget. He stills, letting out another beautiful noise while his seed shoots out across his abs, some even on his dark silk sheets.

“That’s just a preview,” he grins devilishly, “Sleep well, Y/N.”

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[ursuguru]

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 . . .ᐣ

⭑ SYNOPSIS [ wc﹐491 ] gojo, geto, toji & how they would care for you after a long week at work.

⭑ CONTENT [ mdni﹐sfw ] should be just fluff but there is some undressing, bubble bath, kissing and bites, massaging sore muscles and food mentions. overall this is supposed to be wholesome.

GOJO . . . would disappear off into the other room for a few minutes, leaving you curious as to what he was doing back there for so long, returning after awhile, only to pull you along with him. you hear water, and you quickly realize he’s running you a nice, hot bath. there’s bubbles, the lights are off and he’s got candles lit. “baby, you didn’t have to.” you’d whine at him and he’d shake his head at you, pulling you close and beginning to undress you. picking each item of clothing off slowly, planting soft kisses all along your body, your stomach, your chest, your back and shoulders, even a little bite on your ass— to which you swatted at, to which he replies “i just couldn’t help myself!” before sending you off to your bath, sitting close and talking to you about work, feeding you snacks while your hands are wet, stealing soft kisses between bites.

GETO . . . would immediately put on your favorite movie/show, running off to the bedroom, grabbing the softest blanket and your current favorite stuffed animal to snuggle before returning back to you and bundling you up. “what do you want to eat hm? anything you want.” suguru hums, sitting beside of you only for a moment, gathering your response with a little nod. he kisses your forehead gently, leaving again, only to go off to to the kitchen and prepare your favorite meal. you hear shuffling and racket, the fridge opening, cabinets closing. about a half hour later he returns with a tray full of food. a meal along with some snacks for you to enjoy. “i hope this is good.” the look on his face is precious, priceless even, the yearning for praise showing through his eyes. “of course it is baby.” you purr in return, satisfied with his work. you finish your meal and spend the rest of the evening laying in his arms.

TOJI . . . would pull you to the couch, sitting you with your back facing him, starting in on your shoulders, his large palms warm on your sore muscles, his thumbs working out the knots left by months of constant wear and tear. your body would go limp in his grasp, like putty in his hands, head dropping and muscles starting to relax. he would place a few soft kisses to your neck and around your ear, softly whispering the words, “bedroom, now.” before ushering you off and following suit. you reach the room and turn to face him, but the first thing he does is spin you around and tell you to lay down. of course, you do as he says, wondering what is happening here, feeling him straddle you, firm hands beginning to massage your aching back, planting soft kisses here and there as he goes, along with the occasional bite. the massage leaves you feeling relaxed and loosened up, toji flopping down in bed beside of you to steal a few kisses.

© ursuguru 2024. do not copy.

[kuromikuma]

Rekindle (rewritten)

Joshua Rosfield x female reader | reunited with his betrothed.

TW: none

wc-491

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Still trying to sort out the gyomei fic but I rewrote my first ff16 fic

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"There's someone I think you would like to see." Joshua's brows furrowed in confusion at his brother's words.

  "Someone I'd like to see?" he repeated, a perplexed expression crossing his face. He looked at his brother, his mind racing with the possibilities.

With that, Clive turned and left the room, leaving Joshua alone with his thoughts. He wondered who it could be that his brother thought he would like to see. A friend? A family member? The possibilities swirled through his mind, but he couldn't settle on anything specific. He decided to just wait and see, as his brother had instructed.

A few moments later, the door to the infirmary opened again. Tarja approached Joshua's bedside placing water on the side table with a slight smile on her face.

Joshua's heart skipped a beat. He straightened up in his bed. "Who is it?" he asked, slightly nervous.

He keeps his eyes on the door and a familiar girl walks in. "(Y/n)?" Joshua stands and the girl walks quickly to him and into his arms for a hug. He stands still for a moment in shock before he wraps his arms around her. While traveling with Jote he has thought a lot about what had happened to (y/n), where would she be and now she stands in front of him. Her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders. She was wearing a simple white dress, which you don't see very often now.

She tightens her hold on him. "Joshua."

Joshua couldn't believe his eyes. (Y/n) had been a childhood friend . They had grown up together, played together, and shared countless secrets. They were betrothed to each other as soon as his family found out the neighboring kingdoms queen had a daughter. After they left for phoenix gate he hadn't seen her since.

"How... how did you find her?" he asked, his mind still reeling from the surprise.

"Story for another time," Clive said. "But she's been with us at the hideaway for a while now."

Joshua's eyes filled with tears. He pulled away from the hug and reached took her hand in his. "I'm so glad you're here." he said. (Y/n) smiled and squeezed his hand. The two studied each other. Her face was radiant with beauty. The same honey colored eyes. She pulls one of her hands out of his and plays with the tips of his blond hair. She smiles, "Your hair has gotten longer."

Joshua returns her smile equally as excited about seeing her again after so long, "My hair, look at yours," he runs his fingers through the ends of her hair, "It used to reach your shoulders." Clive and Jill stand at the door watching them interact after so many years with smiles on their faces.

Then, (y/n) leaned forward and gave Joshua a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you," she said.

"I missed you too, my betrothed." Joshua replied.

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Thank you for reading

[severelystrangewriter]

Nightmares (Flufftober 2023 Day 15)

Pairing: koshi sugawara x reader

WC: 491

Warnings: reader suffers from a nightmare? does that need a warning if i don't even describe the nightmare?

Summary: Suga comforts you after a nightmare

Note: as someone who deals with recurring nightmares this is more to comfort me lmao

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You woke up in a cold sweat with a gasp, your heart was pounding in your chest and for a moment you slightly feared it would explode.

You jerked up and scrambled to turn on your bedside lamp to combat the darkness. When light filled the room, you looked around wildly to gather your surroundings.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you detected movement on the other side of your bed. It was just your boyfriend Koshi Sugawara rolling over in bed, blearily blinking open his eyes and squinting at the light.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sleepily.

“Nothing,” You whispered, “Go back to sleep, Koshi.”

He didn’t listen, instead, he looked at his alarm clock, it was a little after three in the morning. Then he turned his head back to you to take in your trembling figure as you sat up against your headboard.

“Did you have another nightmare?” He asked.

Nodding mutely, you brought your knees to your chest. Your heart rate was beginning to slow down, but you still felt the lingering sense of terror.

“They’ve been happening more often,” Suga pointed out. You could hear the concern laced in his tone now.

You sighed and dropped your forehead to your knees, “I know.”

Some nights were worse than others. Some nightmares were so intense that they had you bolting out of bed and running to the living room, screaming.

You felt guilt flood your chest and tears stung your eyes. You hated feeling like this, so weak and powerless against your very own mind. And not only that but you’re certain it’s been affecting your boyfriend’s sleep as well which made you feel worse because he already had to wake up early for work and stayed up late grading papers.

Maybe you should move to the couch from now on so he could get a full night’s rest for once.

“I think it’s time we consult a doctor,” Suga said gently, causing you to look over at him. He looked as exhausted as you felt but he still asked, “Do you want me to make you an appointment?”

Swallowing thickly and wiping your eyes, you nodded in agreement, this time whispering a soft, “Yes.”

He then held open his arms, “Want me to hold you?”

You didn’t even hesitate to crawl into his arms. Suga’s presence always gave you great comfort after a bad dream. He pulled you close and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart.

“Can we leave the lamp on?” You asked in a small voice, the thought of going back to sleep in the dark terrified you. As childish as it seemed, you felt safer in the light.

“Of course,” He kissed the top of your head and sighed softly, already feeling sleep trying to claim him again.

After some time, you closed your eyes too, and fell into a thankfully dreamless sleep.

[yoyokf1]

The Sun, the Earth, and the Moon

Summary: Not too sure what to put here cause I dont really know what this is about

A/N: I was kinda imagining a story where the mc was in love with a guy but he didn't love her back and idk i put a bunch of references to the balls in the sky in it so yeah also i know nothing about how space works so dont call me out, i doubt anyones going to really see this but i also have no idea how tf to use tumblr im just bored so try not to judge too hard

Warnings: slight mentions of mental health problems? maybe ED's or SH oh and very very slight mentions of drugs/alcohol, bad writing (i dont understand the english language and its the only one i know), is angst a warning?? i think this is angsty, yapping.

WC: 491??

It didn't take much to fall in love with him. He was the Sun, bright and overwhelming in every aspect of his being. I was nothing but the Earth rotating meaninglessly around him. Without him I would be reduced to a dark point in the universe, a void with no life.

My affection for his was endless and I would do anything he wished just to see him happy, to see him smile and laugh, to know that I was the one who made him do it.

Unfortunately though, love is not always reciprocated, and he had no need for me in his love, not in the way that I needed him. So, I hide my feelings, for his friendship is better than him not being there at all, some light is better than none. What more could I want when just a glance in my direction gives me hope and strength so that I stay another day? And why should I ask for more when he is already happy shining his brightness fully on someone else? Why would I be selfish when it is directed to someone more deserving of it than I would ever be.

How could the Sun ever love the Earth? The Earth with its inner poisons and deadly mindsets, how could the Sun love something that is sick? Something that is dying from its own actions of cutting, starving, poisoning.

Yes, it is better that he is shining his light onto someone else.

So, I drift away to be with the Moon, dark and brooding, a reflection of the Sun being the only thing that makes him alive to me. The Moon circles me just like I circle the Sun, but he does not truly care for me. We are both just a means to an end to one another, a person for which we can find solace in as we slowly self-destruct ourselves, hiding in each other's embrace and silently wishing that we were different people.

And the Sun does not care, why would you care when all life revolves around you? Why would you care when you already have everything you need? Why would you care if I stopped showing up? Why would you care if I slowly disappeared? Why would you care at all?

The Moon revolves around me, for I am his darkest desires and his guilty pleasures, he does not truly know or understand me. But who does? I entertain him as when I look at him, I see glimpses of the Sun, even when they are polar opposites. Perhaps it has something to do with the way they both neglect my needs. But everyone is leaving, the Moon is drifting away from me and leaving me alone, and as I too gradually depart from the Sun's warm embrace he does not notice, I am just a means to an end, why would someone want me for who I truly am?

[minorisato]

i've got a screw loose, you said? but love is blind, you forget

transformers / megastar / wc: 491 / warnings: NSFT, gun, minor degradation / notes: written for kinktober day 6, "gunplay." i'm a bottom megatron believer forever sorry. / consider commissioning me!

"Does this really do something for you?" Megatron asks, as Starscream presses his helm into the ground, rubbing it against the metal tiling of the ship floor.

One of Starscream's knees keeps one of Megatron's legs trapped, and Starscream's weight as a whole bears down on him, as the seeker's cockpit presses against Megatron's back. The servo that isn't shoving his helm into the ground is positioned so that his null-ray is pointed right between Megatron's optics. Starscream's hips continuously smash against Megatron's backside, harshly splitting open the warlord's valve.

Megatron should probably be more opposed to this treatment than he actually is. The truth, though, is that Starscream's spike feels good, spines dragging against the walls of his valve, and Megatron has been on this end of Starscream's null-rays so often that he barely registers it as a threat anymore. It's stupid, because it should register as a threat- Starscream has no reason not to kill him right now. But he won't. Megatron's not even sure how he knows Starscream won't, he just... knows. This will not be how he dies. Starscream will not kill him.

"Honestly? It does," Starscream tells him. "You're entirely at my mercy. The mighty Megatron, sedated by my spike, at the end of my null-ray. Any mech with a functioning processor would kill to be where I am right now."

It sounds like Starscream is smirking, though Megatron isn't sure, just staring into the barrel of his null-ray. And then Starscream's spike hits an especially sensitive cluster of nodes, and Megatron shudders, exventing a moan.

"You're good at this," Starscream exvents. "This is what you ought to be doing- acting as a berthwarmer for me, taking my spike whenever I want to have you. Not creating those failures you call battle plans."

Megatron, again, exvents. It might almost be a laugh. "I'm sure you will take over that responsibility in my absence."

"I will," Starscream scoffs, gritting his dentae. "I will outdo you in every way."

"Of course," Megatron actually smiles, rolling his optics.

Starscream growls, annoyed, and shoves his null-ray closer to Megatron's face, to the point it's almost touching his olfactory. "Watch your tone!" The seeker commands, and changes the angle of his thrusting to somehow end up deeper. Megatron grunts at the feeling, forcing himself to contain any more embarrassing noises that Starscream might enjoy too much. "Don't forget the position you're currently in."

Again, Megatron rolls his optics. "Should I call you lord, while I'm at it?"

Starscream cackles. "Why, I would be honoured," he announces, taking on that fake-sweet tone he would often use right before attempting to usurp Megatron's authority in some way. As Megatron thinks this, he realizes he might be growing a bit fond of all of Starscream's tricks. "Wouldn't that be nice. Lord Starscream, and my humble, idiotic, useless subordinate, Megatron."

"Not in your lifetime," Megatron tells him, and Starscream simply laughs at him in response.

[fcxyviixen]

redamancy

summary: after an unknown attack, lucifer enters a state of comatose. his soul entering a place called 'dreamland'. where he meets a unknown being called 'mc'. they hold his life candle in their hands everytime he sees them in this space of darkness. time is irrelevant in 'dreamland' so time in unknown, not knowing whether a day or a year has passed, lucifer tries to pass this time getting to know the unknown being.

pairing: lucifer x dreamland!gn!mc

rating: 14+

chapter wc: 491

warnings: n/a

outside the dreamland

“Satan?” Mammon’s voice sounded tired as he walked into the eldest’s room. Satan sitting beside the bed where their comatose brother laid. Lucifer’s injuries were severe, but they were healing, almost completely healed, but Lucifer showed no signs of waking up.

Satan looked over at Mammon, seeing Mammon had Diavolo with him. The blond only turned his head, a silent communication to the second brother who let Diavolo come into the room. “He’s been out for almost 2 weeks.” Satan stated to the prince.

“I’m aware. Mammon gave me the details.” Diavolo said, the redhead looked down at Satan, he could see that he was worried for his brother. It would have been heartwarming for Diavolo if it wasn’t for the circumstances, that Satan actually showed he cared instead of trying to curse his brother all the time.

“His injuries are completely healed, why isn’t he waking up..” Satan growled, showing his frustrations. “It could be another issue stopping him.” Diavolo said. “I wouldn’t worry too much, Lucifer is strong. He’ll wake up, good as new.”.

Diavolo tried to make it sound lighthearted, but the prince was worried himself. He didn’t know if the brother’s had noticed it, but Lucifer’s soul went dark. Meaning his soul wasn’t exactly inside Lucifer, but somewhere else.

Satan glanced but looked away, staring at his brother’s motionless body. “Maybe he’ll even wake up nagging. That’ll even be better than silence.” Satan muttered, but Diavolo caught his words.

Diavolo excused himself and left Lucifer’s room, Mammon waiting outside it. Everytime Diavolo came to see Lucifer’s condition, Mammon or Satan were the two inside the room, sometimes Belphegor, but not as often.

Beelzebub was sometimes outside the room, like he was standing guard. Which doesn’t surprise Diavolo, Beelzebub was always Lucifer’s guard, ever since their angel days. Diavolo could only imagine how Beelzebub was feeling, like he couldn’t protect his brother from this.

“No difference?” Mammon asked, Diavolo froze for a second, then realized that Mammon knew. Diavolo shook his head in response. Mammon sighed. “Thanks anyway..” The second born spoke, before disappearing down the hallway.

Diavolo only left, there was nothing else he could do, before that he noticed Belphegor walking towards Lucifer’s room, pillow in hand.

Diavolo sympathized with the brothers, he knew how close they all were, despite none of them wanting to admit it. So seeing how their eldest, all of their favorite brother, was comatose was heartbreaking.

Diavolo only wished he could provide some help to the brother’s but he knew what a darkened soul meant. The prince could only hope that Lucifer would make it out of his “dreamland” safely.

After all, Diavolo has only met one person who has been able to continuously enter the dreamland and come back unharmed, only because he never trusted the keeper.

The prince silently hoped his best friend did not trust the keeper of the dreamland, because trusting the keeper, would seal his fate.

[murderoushagthesequel]

daily jegulus microfics

these are all the microfics i've written from a prompt by @jegulus-microfic! my regular microfic list was getting crowded so i'm separating them. also all the ones starred are my personal favorites! i love all of them but some, i'm especially proud of :)

May

invisible: Exchange Student (wc 493)

dawn: Until Tomorrow (wc 150)

spider: Potter is Scared (wc 280)

passion: Juice (wc 277)

*morals: Playing with Fire (wc 244)

mirror: Hold Me Now (wc 165)

off-script: Opening Night (wc 165)

*flowers: Grounded (wc 154)

intent: Just Good Acting (wc 327)

explore: Ruined Date (wc 450)

*new: Boys (wc 504)

*open: Love for Life (wc 199)

library: Library Dad (wc 491)

first: Fallen by Their First (wc 449)

chase: You're Free Now (wc 240)

favorite: Veritaserum (wc 96)

*beach: Follow Me (wc 860)

June

appearance: He Looks So Perfect (wc 215)

swim: Cats and Lemonade (wc 359)

domestic: Happy Being Happy (wc 156)

knife: How to Slice (wc 85)

*freckle: Moonlight Admiration (wc 302)

holiday: Effortless (wc 181)

*warning: The Only Good Thing (wc 827)

taking chances: Can I Have This Dance? (wc 310)

roof: Ours (wc 140)

*comfortable: Couch Burrito (wc 100)

smoke: Maybe It Isn't (wc 525)

warmth: Thawed (wc 70)

tender: James' Dinosaurs (wc 233)

*boot: See, Notice, Study (wc 100)

camera: Gifts (wc 295)

mistake: Boyfriend (wc 464)

summer: Difference (wc 125)

expose: I Know You (wc 319)

memory: Photos and Family (wc 250)

try again: Stupid Quiz (wc 249)

authentic: Shopping (wc 167)

risky: "Disgusting" (wc 166)

*charm: Blinding (wc 111)

impatient: I'm Here (wc 352)

blackmail: Explanation (wc 76)

*ribbon: Hair Styling (wc 152)

letter: A Little Fun (wc 239)

plant: Amongst the Greenery (wc 312)

*nervous: Distraction (wc 133)

dress: LBD (wc 200)

July

*alive: Sparks Fly (wc 160)

*scars: Owned (wc 82)

praise: Melody (wc 85)

hands: Hot/Cold (wc 105)

potion: Beautiful (wc 107)

cat: Something Else (wc 142)

ring: Shiny Things (wc 118)

break: Breaking Bread (wc 96)

sweat: After School (wc 172)

*snitch: Just Us Now (wc 381)

creepy: Scary Stories (wc 179)

coffee: Coffee? (wc 101)

weekend: Favorite Time (wc 105)

forest: Garden (wc 115)

bath: Bedroom, Bathroom (wc 67)

*bath: In Absense (wc 195)

never forgotten: Beacon of Hope (wc 250)

don't go: Confirmations After (wc 213)

grass: This Is Joy (wc 156)

*thunder: Sounds of Thunder (wc 250)

*savour: Choice (wc 145)

rest: Day Off (wc 110)

kitchen: Dream Home (wc 123)

inspire: Regulus the Poet (wc 146)

transform: Ethereal (wc 127)

crown: My Crown (wc 209)

ignite: First Grill Lesson (wc 278)

*hunter: Snow White (wc 191)

champagne: Inappropriate Use (wc 207)

final: Healthy Start (wc 153)

[neesieiumz]

I posted 1,079 times in 2022

That's 46 more posts than 2021!

289 posts created (27%)

790 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wisenerdcreator

@dejwrites

@bakarilennox

@soufcakmistress

@melodicheauxxo-writes

I tagged 399 of my posts in 2022

#neesiespeaks - 237 posts

#draken x reader - 45 posts

#tokyo revengers x reader - 44 posts

#tokyo revengers smau - 42 posts

#draken x black!reader - 40 posts

#draken x poc!reader - 39 posts

#draken smut - 38 posts

#draken x black reader - 37 posts

#ken ryuguji smut - 36 posts

#tokyorev x reader - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 92 characters

#bout to make it my own version of beauty and the beast without the slight stockholm syndrome

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

WAKE UP KEKE PALMER IS PREGNANT‼️‼️‼️

311 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#4

ALRIGHT!

Put the Namor smuts in the bag ➡️ 👜

PUT IT IN‼️‼️‼️

323 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

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491 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

#2

T.O.K.Y.O S.T.Y.L.E

synopsis: a single father, a new nanny and a delusional ex-fiancé. What could go wrong?

summary: Ken Ryuguji, face of TOMAN MODELS AGENCY, is one of the top models in all of Japan. He’s also the father to the sweetest little girl named Ryoko Ryuguji. He’d do anything for her, including keeping the little one away from her manipulative mother. When Draken struggles with finding child care so Ryoko could know some sort of stability. Mitsuya comes to the rescue, contacting an old friend from college.

based on @keizos blue collar: TOKYO | precinct prompts.

original prompt here

writers notes: this is based on a prompt I saw I few months ago. Original it was gonna fully based on that prompt and be an actual story, but I decided to try my hand at a socmed!au. So I had to change things around, so I decided to change their jobs around. I hope you guys enjoy this.

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798 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

stretch you out. (k. rengoku)

synopsis: He's only supposed to be your protection, isn't he?

summary: You live as the youngest princess in a modern kingdom, where Kyojuro takes up the mantel as your protector and bodyguard, a royal knight. But there was so much more between the two of you, so much more.

writer notes: I've been writing this for almost a month, so I really hope you enjoy this. My next plan is to write a euphoria-based au with either MHA or Tokyo Revengers. Enjoy!

masterlist. kofi. (I forget I have this).

wc: 3.3k

warnings: nsfw, nothing other than that…

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“Princess… Princess, we can’t do that here…”

The luxury car heated, the increasing body heat only allowed steam to cover the windows.

“Princess… princess, f-fuck…”

Your tongue slid down his shaft, eyelids lowered as you stared up at him. The way his usually happy-go-lucky expression shifted and twisted into one of immense pressure. He covered his mouth, his abdomen heaving up and down. Sweat dripped down the front of his body, face flushed with red. His usual wild golden and crimson-tipped hair was bunched up against the back of the car seat.

“You taste so good, Kyojuro…” your voice was so breathy, the hot air only causing him to gasp and throw his head back.

Your tongue moved from the bottom back up, slowly wrapping it around the fat swollen red tip. Your dress rode up as you wiggled your hips, revealing the soft baby pink thong you were wearing under the dress. His hand came up behind you, caressing your bottom, fingers grazing and caressing your lace panties.

“So… so fucking good,” you whispered against him, “and you make me feel so fucking good too.”

Slowly you lifted your whole body up, the two of you moving in sync. His large hands came up behind you, with an extra tight grip, lifting you slightly above him. The top of your head grazed the ceiling of the car as he pulled you, shuffling his body to sit up a bit. He reached underneath you, groaning as he could feel your lips press against his own. You could feel him grab his cock, angling it perfectly. His other hand moved down towards your side, his rough fingers pulling away at your thong. Kyojuro moved it to the side, revealing your wet, dripping pussy.

You pulled away from his lips, taking this time to look him in his blazing eyes. Weaving your fingers through his wild hair,

“Kyojuroooo, fuuuuck,” you hissed, grounding your head into his shoulders as he slowly eased himself in.

He himself groaned, his sounds muffled by his lips in your hair. Slowly, you lifted and grounded your hips into him, the overwhelming feeling overtaking both your body and senses.

“Princess,” he groaned, “princess, your father is expecting us at lunch in thirty minutes we cant… fuck you feel so good… we can’t be late.”

You rode him faster and faster, tongue out licking up all the sweat dripping down his neck. The salty taste stung your tongue slightly, but it didn’t stop you from your plans. You laid small sweet kisses along his neck, before beginning to leave small love bites wherever they land.

“I’m gonna be… honest Kyo… I r-really don’t give a fuck.”

That was the last coherent thing you said before you could feel Kyojuro grab underneath your ass, before slamming his hips into you. Your screams echoed in the car, coupled with Kyojuro’s bursts and grunts. Luckily the two of you were parked in an alley, with little to no foot traffic. You were willing to bet one of your expensive necklaces that if someone was to walk by, they'd be able to hear the both of you. Imagine what they’d see,

“You should be quieter Princess, imagine what someone would say if they… if they saw you like this.”

“Or maybe you don’t care… god just look at you.”

“So debauched… and so beautiful… and all for me.”

He reached up, and pulled your head down, looking straight into your glossed-over eyes, filled with intensity and emotions. All too many at once.

“Your mine… ain’t that right Princess?”

You jumped, your knee slightly hitting the table as your name was called. You shook your head, breaking yourself away from the memory that happened a while before you arrived here. You looked around, finding your father staring at you, along with his two advisors. Behind you, you could feel Kyojuro’s warm presence come up behind you.

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[fmdchunhwaarchive]

walk walk fashion baby. (event) self para 004.

location: backstage before the fashion show date: june 09, 2021 summary: chunhwa having to make small talk 

When Chunhwa is given the options for which activities she can participate in during the festival, it’s a given that she’ll choose the runway show. 

Not because she wants to per se. If anything, she hates that it’s fast for her to know that the most advantageous choice for her is to aim for something that will put her looks in the forefront, but Chunhwa is trying to be smart when she makes that decision. Her second option is an afterthought, but if her company is insistent on not getting her any opportunities, why can’t she try to get them for herself? And sure, it’s just a small fashion show, for only a few people, but what matters is that she’s meeting designers, people in the fashion industry.

If the only thing Chunhwa truly has to offer is her appearance, she might as well sell herself through it. 

And it doesn’t matter that she’s a couple centimeters off of a more ideal height for modelling, for Chunhwa witnesses some level of dispute over who’s getting her modelling their pieces. Ulkin is one of the winners, in the end, and Chunhwa can’t pretend that’s not what she was hoping for. She gets passed over to a make up artist whose first words to her are you’re so beautiful. 

Chunhwa smiles, because what else can she do at the compliment? 

“Thank you,” she says, lowering her hands to her lap, tangling her fingers together. Her nails have just finished drying and Chunhwa hates whenever she has to wear acrylics as long as these, but she knows it won’t last long. 

“Your face is so small,” the woman keeps speaking as she opens her bag of makeup tools. Chunhwa is used to this routine, but with the staff she’s familiar with she’s allowed some liberties that she can’t with a stranger. She doesn’t even feel comfortable enough to chat away as she normally would, but it would be rude for her not to pay attention to the woman. “I bet you get that all the time, don’t you?”

She does. 

“Sometimes, yes,” it’s been such a long time since she was expected to play nice with a stranger, that Chunhwa now feels her skin crawling a little bit. “But it’s true, I guess.”

“You’re probably getting a lot of offers for brands, aren’t you?” Chunhwa grinds her teeth to keep from replying. The woman isn’t really looking at her, busy sorting her stuff out and picking the best colors for the make up. “It would be a waste to not use your face, really. I hope your company isn’t wasting this opportunity.”

Chunhwa grabs her phone, unlocks it, tries to make it obvious that her attention is somewhere else without being harsh towards the woman. It’s so difficult for her to have to take into consideration that she’s not allowed to have an attitude. Not when she’s basically no one. 

“Yeah, we all do.”

[rkharu]

 「 a first for everything  」

“   the first time he does something is always exciting ” 

the moment he stepped on the set for knowing brothers, jaehyun wondered if he was ready for whatever this was-- he had never really watched any of the variety shows when he was a child growing up and so he didn't have a big interest in doing them either but he understood, this was a part of their promotion period. so jaehyun greeted the staff and the cast with a smile, he could have sworn he heard a giggle from one of the female staff members but he couldn't he certain.

when it was time to start the recording he took a deep breath, feeling slightly nervous but then when it all started his mind went blank, jaehyun walked in when it was his turn and stood in his designated spot.

jaehyun knew that he would be one of the quieter members but this was the first time he had actually seen how talkative some of the members were-- the topic of age came on suddenly and as woohyun ( @rkxroyal​ ) was trying to hide his age, jaehyun had somehow commented on the older being pretty old... and he covered his mouth but it somehow extracted a laugh from everyone.

when asked if there was anyone they wanted to meet he listened to everyone, then as he listened he looked at the others and remembered what he had written down on his note-- everyone had someone... was it only him that hadn't written down anyone and when it came to him jaehyun commented, pretty bluntly-- "there isn't really anyone i want to meet," his honesty garnered some laughter, "there was someone i kinda wanted to meet but not enough that i wanted to write their name down."

the show progressed and jaehyun could feel his nerves go down, the next portion of the show went on to talk about what was hiphop and what he was confident in... "well--" he said, put on a confident face, "what is hiphop to me is--" he looked at the staff and asked to borrow their notepad, "i can spin anything on my index finger," he says and starts spinning the notepad, he gets asked to continue spinning while the next person performers and he focuses on that when moving to the next section he hands the notepad back thanking the staff member with an apologetic smile.

when it comes to the next segment he looks around with wide eyes at the other members-- karaoke... a competition of doing songs, he was ready to be the reason why his team did badly because he had barely any knowledge of songs.

overall, it was a rather interesting experience for him-- it was the first time he had been on a variety show, was it something he would do again? willingly, maybe not-- if he got more comfortable maybe but he was sure that he would be told to do more if the entire group were to do them.

[idaroon]

supercut.

with @idjiae, pro.j episode 2

aroon likes easy, uncomplicated things. he likes to figure things out at first, likes simple relationships. with his first girlfriend things were simple at first; she was pretty, a gentle personality and his parents liked her, they liked how the two teens matched, what a pretty picture they made. she was an addition to the overall frame of perfection his life was in. it was easy, it was good.

until he met her brother.

trainee life has never been easy, but it is simple. it is made of routine and that aroon can deal with. at first he was afraid of traveling to korea, living amongst other boys. what if one of them was like that one from back home? what if one of them knew aroon was different? but no one was like that boy and no one had the time to pay attention to aroon to see his differences, not at least past surface level.

( “you’re the pretty boy type,” one of the other boys told him once and aroon froze in his place. “you look soft. the girls must like it.”

yeah, the girls. )

there is just one girl now. han jiae. she reminds aroon of his girlfriend because things with her are easy and simple, but she is prettier, too pretty to waste her time with him, aroon knows. but he still likes her – not the way he should, but maybe if he tries harder enough he will. it’s difficult to spend time together when they are both training, difficult to have dates when they are not allowed to leave, or this is what aroon tells himself.

he is not surprised with the talking about her after the show starts airing, he knows jiae has everything to be a star: she has the looks, the skills and the charisma to make it far, but mostly she has the desire to finally leave the proverbial midas dungeon and debut already. if anyone deserves to win that show and be on that group then this person is jiae.

it’s easy to find her because aroon knows her well, knows what goes through her head. even if these days they mostly talk instead of kissing he still likes to think any time together is better than any time apart. she is sitting on her own on a crowded room and aroon walks towards her. her beauty, even now, when she has no makeup on and looks tired, would be intimidating to anyone else, but aroon is not the type to be scared of beautiful girls.

“hey princess,” he sits down besides her, closer than he should, he knows, but close enough so everyone knows what goes on between them. “you look tired, you should get some rest. wanna lay your head on my shoulder?” a bold question when there are cameras everywhere, but aroon hopes she can at least appreciate the offer, even if she refuses it.