#when I put it away SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE IT DIDN'T NEED A WASH

[timecaptcha]

RIP my stylus you will be missed 💔

[miange1]

hear me out, HEAR ME OUT.

loser bf x popular reader?

and i mean like incel type shi and pervert loser. like bf is into hentai, has weird obsessions(like readers sweaty clothes or something), overly jealous and will doxx people over reader

that type shi🤤

~FREAK LIKE ME♪~

customers order: incel loser bf x popular(male) reader

side dishes: hentai/porn additions, reader is popular because he's nice and not a jerk, recreations, toys, overstimulation, stalking before and while being together, sweat kinks, incel bf is attractive just weird, cumming fixations

owners note: i never proofread

incel bf, who was honestly the guy no one ever wanted to even surround themselves with, let alone date. but you? your sweet heart saw past the weirdness that would never go away. you allowed yourself to be friends with him, you let him sit at your table, and even let him borrow some of your clothes just to do it. all of those were big mistakes

incel bf, who had a literal shrine of you. he'd taken photos of you when you didn't know and he'd jerk off to them, sometimes keeping the cum there and hanging them up near the shrine. one of your shirts were his pillow case, at one point he needed to wash that shit thoroughly. his porn addition was ridiculous, but it was alright. you'd help him get through it like the good boyfriend you were.

incel bf, who was honestly a sweet guy past all of the bullshit. he would get you gifts(knew you liked it before dating), would take you to your favorite places(watched you go there without your knowledge), and be clingy. the man loved you, you were his first real life boyfriend and he would never let you go. he would keep you here for as long as he could.

incel bf, who has never had sex before. but his dick was bigger than his ego, surprisingly. the first time he had gotten courage to fuck you was when you had felt all over him during a make out, you were able to give him a little push in the direction you wanted him. "we don't have to—" but he'd cut you off, not with words but with actions

incel bf, who was the biggest pervert known to man. he had an array of toys he bought specifically for you. dildos, nipple clamps, vibrators, gags, whatever he had it was all for you. and he would put them to use, wouldn't let them collect dust.

incel bf, who would watch you squirm and whine. watch you buck your hips and bury your face into the pillows while your toes curled into the sheets. he laughed creepily, saliva dripping from his mouth and onto your abdomen, his eyes scanning along your body. the vibrator was attached to your cock that continuously leaked and twitched, your own cum already painting your skin. the nipple clamps painfully tweaking at your sensitive flesh, and a dildo shoved up your ass and your tummy showing a visible bulge. "f-fuck, you look exactly like my favorite hentai.."

incel bf, would constantly overstimulate you and have you grabbing for him. the smell of cum and sweat lingered and he sniffed it like an addiction. he loved every scent that came from you, got high off of it. "you wanna cum again? g-go on, please do it..i wanna watch." it was so embarrassing, but you loved it because of how pleased he was. he would jerk himself off above your body, cum mixing with yours on your stomach but he wouldn't stop. you were a drug.

incel bf, who was in fact a creep— a word far too light. but he would never leave you all tired and dirty. no, no, you were still his boyfriend. besides, aftercare is important.

[dwaekkicidal]

Nonsexual Dominance with SKZ

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cw» gender neutral, d/s dynamics, dom!skz & sub!reader, trad!minho, sfw but some people might see some things as controlling or toxic- it's not meant to be and this is based off a MUTUAL agreement + set boundaries. if you dont like dont interact <3

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𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗

Makes you send him food pics regularly. On days where you genuinely don't want to, he won't push it, but for the most part he enforces it and will be upset if you don't send a pic. And this is only really because it means you didn't eat.

He loves it not only for the obvious reason of watching over you even when he's not around, but also because it reminds him to also eat. All those hours in the studio blur and it's only a matter of time before he completely loses track of time- but you and your meals are there to remind him :)

𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠

Ok hear me out, traditional husband!minho... If you don't want it, he won't push it but it works so well,,, If it's far enough into the relationship that the trust comes naturally, he'd sit you down to discuss your opinions on you staying at home all day and quitting your job and putting all the financial burden on him- because he wants that responsibility. He wants to take care of you so extremely.

The pleasure dom in him comes out specifically outside of the bedroom. He absolutely loves cooking for you and spoiling you with extravagant dinners & expensive gifts, and he loves just holding you close just because he can, but he expects you to do everything else in the house- or at least most of it. While he's willing to compromise certain chores, he wants to come home to the house being clean and clothes being washed and all that.

But he always makes it worth your while and spoils you rotten :( Cuddles you until you're absolutely sick of him (not) and tries to take you out on regular dates to spoil you (like while shopping at the mall or taking you out to a nice dinner)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗

Might sound kind of weird but hear me out- him telling you "no." I think Chris is one that would love to do this but has NO self control and therefore can't bring himself to unless he absolutely has to lol. But Changbin thrives off of it.

Don't get him wrong- he looves to spoil you. But he also loves that little spark in your eyes when you bat your eyelashes at him so prettily and ask him for something- only for you to get a gentle but firm "no" that makes your bottom lip puff out. & It's not that he doesn't want you to have whatever this thing is, it's more so that he knows there's a limit to being spoiled and no matter how much he loves you, you both need an occasional humbling- and he feels like you both could use a soft reminder of who let who have all the control

He'll always make up for it with sweet kisses and maybe a little tickling to make your pout go away, but his chest puffs out a little every time he gets to tell you "no"

𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗

Is the kind to having his hand on your body at all times, if you're more than an arms length away from him you'll be getting a certain look that discreetly reads "Get over here now." Sometimes will even curl his finger up in your direction- doesn't care if somebody is watching or even if he's in the middle of talking/an important conversation

He just likes to have you close, and he knows he needs that mental grounding that you offer more often than not. He's just confident about needing it, so he's not afraid to show everybody how much he loves you and needs you by his side

That being said, he will lead you around malls, museums, grocery stores, or hell even the other boy's apartments all with his hand either intertwined with yours or on some part of your body (usually your lower back) that lets him guide you around.

𝙷𝚊𝚗

He felt a little awkward at first bringing this up to you, but now that it's become a regular part of your routine, he lives for these moments: he loves when you sit pretty on his lap and shave his face for him. It's gotten to the point where he will refuse to shave himself at all for weeks on end if you aren't able to do it for him.

It makes him feel a bit more dominant than it should? considering he will see you have free time and point out that he needs a shave- which usually has you dropping everything to go do it for him. But he also sees it as him being loyal to you and you having an equal amount of "control" on his life. (Also you will catch him dead before you catch him complaining about his lover sitting in his lap for any amount of time lol)

Generally just domestic little acts of service that let him "command" you while also letting you have control over his life (that's really only obvious to you two, but that's more than enough for him)

𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡

Doesn't realize he likes it right away, but he loves to talk for you with strangers. He loves to order your food for you, order your coffee for you (sometimes even mobile ordering it so you don't have to talk to people if he's not available), carrying your clothes for you while you shop and being the one talking at the cash register- stuff like that.

Not only does this scratch that little dom itch in the back of his head because he's taking care of you while still being in "charge", but it also allows him to spoil the hell out of you with you knowing how much money he's spending on you lol. You get to sit pretty at his side and look at/play with the little trinkets by the register while he drops literal hundreds on you with a smile on his face.

𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚒𝚗

Sorry not sorry but he loves his non sexual punishments. No matter what you do in or out of the bedroom, he can and will find a way to punish you for it without having to lay a finger on you.

One of his favorites is making you write a sentence down over and over again. Kinda cliché "teacher" punishment but it usually gets his point across and prevents you from acting out (for like a week max lol). If he's particularly annoyed at you/frustrated he will make you write it in Korean & wont translate it for you more than once lol.

Another one he really likes is making you kneel on the floor instead of on the couch. He's not really huge on forbidding you from watching tv unless you want him to go that far, but you're not gonna be allowed to sit on the soft, comfy couch- you're gonna be kneeling on the floor, most likely by his leg so you can still cuddle up to him (he'll grant you a small pillow if it's a longer punishment)

𝙸.𝙽

Jeongin loves picking your outfits and your accessories for you. He's not usually too dominant out of the bedroom otherwise, and it's very rare that he is, but this is the main way he is.

Even before you two lived together, he would text you a grossly sweet good morning message and would include a comment about how you should send him a few outfits for him to choose from you to wear. But now that you guys are living together, he takes it upon himself to pick out an outfit for you while you're still in bed or in the bathroom waking up.

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[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. not much of a romantic .

you hadn't expected the general to accept your gift, much less, to preserve it. not until you see the gift again hundreds of years later.

featuring : general lilia and current lilia vanrouge (cameo appearance: idia)

cw : f!reader, reader is fae and is not yuu, established relationship(?? was friends then they got married), fluuuuufff, probably bad grammars, ooc general lilia? +the divider are supposed to separate between past and future lol

a/n : HEHEHEHHE LILIA VANROUGE

"this is ridiculous," lilia mutters under his breath, setting his weapon by the tree with a look of disapproval shot your way. the two of you were on your way to go back to the camp, but your 'childish mind', as lilia called it, insisted on stopping by the road. simply because a field of flowers had caught your sparkly eyes.

"come, now! there's no need to look so grumpy!" you smiled at him, putting a few flowers in your pocket. had you been someone else, lilia would've just ditched you right here by yourself. but of course, he won't. he tolerates you a tad bit too much to do that—not that he'd ever admit it, though.

"hmph. flowers? what are you, children?"

"no! i simply enjoy life, unlike you!"

"krk..!" he grits his teeth at your reply. how dare you say that to him? sigh. well, he'll let it slide. for now. while he is occupied with his own thoughts, you suddenly walked over to him with something behind you. you also appear to be grinning ear to ear. "what are you doing?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

"close your eyes, will you?" he raised an eyebrow at your request.

"huh? why should i?"

"come on! just do it!" he scoffed at you but did as you had asked. when he closed his eyes, he felt something being put on his head. it feels light and smells great, too. but it's probably because you're so close to him. "you can open them now!"

"ta-da! do you like it? i made it with great efforts, you know." you beamed, chest puffing out in pride. it's.. a flower crown. you made a flower crown for him. for him. the feared general. how can a fae be so pretty and kind? "lilia?" you called out to him, making him snap out of his thoughts. heck, he didn't even realize he's been standing still up until now.

"... utterly foolish. you expect me to go to war with this?"

"i don't see anything wrong with it, general! maybe those humans will be in awe when they see you!"

he scoffed once more, reaching his hand up to caress the flowers so gently as if it would break if he uses slightly more force. "your idiocy knows no bounds."

the sounds of keyboard clicking echoes through diasomnia's halls, specifically around lilia's room. lilia had invited you to visit night raven college during the weekend, and yet, he's now letting you rot in his incredibly messy room without paying attention to you at all while he's playing his game.

not that you mind, you're quite intrigued by his occasional yelling of "nice!" or "yes, hit that!" this makes you wonder how his game can be so interesting. it almost makes you forget that you're both hundreds of years old. but that does not matter. to entertain yourself, you decided to clean lilia's room one step at a time.

the first step is: his wardrobe.

it's messy, to say the least. you scrunched your nose when you smell the stench of unwashed socks near its doors. how long has it been since it's washed? well, no matter. you decided to pick it up and put it somewhere far away for you to wash later. then, another scent reaches your nostrils.

it doesn't smell bad now. in fact, it smells sweet and familiar. a little too familiar. "lilia." you turned your head to the side, calling out to him. but he does not budge. instead, he waves you off with a little, "not now, darling. i'm working." without even turning his head at you. ugh, old men, am i right?

"your 'work' is you ignoring your wife." you quipped, pouting at him. hearing your sentence, lilia chuckles softly while typing into his chatbox;

MuscleRed: Forgive this old man, but my wife called for me. I must go AFK for a while.

then, someone replied,

Gloomurai: oh, kk. no worries there. i'll wait for your return.

he then paused the game, finally turning to look at you with an apologetic smile. "sorry about that, dearest. what is it?" he asked, looking up at you. 'he paused his game for me ...' it's been years, yet he always manages to make you fall in love with him more each time.

"uhm, well, i was just curious to see if you'd know about the flowery scent in your wardrobe."

"oh? well, i haven't the slightest idea. maybe it was those new detergents sebek bought yesterday? he said that it smells great."

you hummed, reaching your hand in the wardrobe to search for the source of smell. "... hm? i think i touched something." when you pulled it out, what you saw almost made you smile like a high school girl in love. it's a flower crown. specifically, the one you made for him hundreds of years ago.

you both stared at the crown in silence before lilia laughed, almost falling off of his chair. "hahaha! i didn't even remember putting it there!" his words made you tilt your head in curiosity and confusion. "but ... how? it should've wilted a week or two after i gave it to you, right?"

"well, i used magic on it so it doesn't have to wilt, love! to think that i'll see it 3 years later after i've put it in there ... i'm quite surprised!" he replied, as if what he did was something that everyone could relate to. as if what he did is something that is not romantic at all.

"you could've just told me, you know ... i would've made you new ones every time it wilts."

"khehehe," he laughs again, embracing you in his arms. "past me was a little too prideful for that. forgive me, will you?"

but of course you do. you love him too much.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[enhani-ki]

love at twenties ? - reader x ni-ki

warnings : suggestive content, explicit language, etc.

note : you can also read [snitch] first before reading this.

for all the years you've known each other, ni-ki likes to say the dumbest things just to see you smile. he would always do shit in because he knew that would make you playfully hit his arm, and shake your head at him, or you would struggle to hold back your giggles.

and if there's one very specific moment when he realized he has feelings for you, it had to be the day you showed up at his house wearing those tiny little shorts.

you're comfortable, legs were stretched out on their couch, smooth and toned, really impossible for anyone not to look. your toes were painted red, tapping on the cushion, and for some reason, it made his throat feel tight.

sure, he likes to make everyone comfortable and laugh with him but he also knew now that you weren't just his friend or his sister's best friend.

now, you've... grown.

he didn't know what to do with that realization 'cause he had always been a little shy to you.

he would always ask his sister first if she had eaten, just so it wouldn't be too obvious that he really wanted to know if you also ate already or he would buy snacks if he knew you'd be around, ones they didn't even like. "i don't eat these," his sister would pout. while you're there, eyes lighting up in excitement. ni-ki will smile slightly, knowing exactly they were all your favorites.

he needed for you to notice him.

he started being annoying. he would poke you, cutting into your conversations or blasting really loud music, and just kept trying to get a reaction from you in any way possible.

and to him, you probably thought he was just being a brat or something like an emo teenager. you would sigh, pout, or roll your eyes every time, maybe shove him away sometimes. even with all his antics, you were so nice and patient with him.

you would mess up his hair, brush him off, and you would even kiss his cheek when you're about to leave and go home.

as he age, his body started going through a lot of changes, he grew taller. way taller than you, taller than his sister, just taller than everyone.

his voice also got deeper, his shoulders broadened, and he started to feel like what he always wanted to look like too, but unfortunately for him, it also changed the way you've treated the younger friend.

you don't kiss his cheeks anymore, you don't include him in girls conversations like you used to, you became more careful and you don't seem... nice to ni-ki anymore...

"you're too dumb to enter a beauty pageant," he teased.

you rolled your eyes. "i wasn't even gonna join, i was just voted, you dumbass!"

...oh did he mention that you're also fighting back now too?

but to be fair, you're only treating him different not because of the changes in his appearance, it was also because ni-ki had started making jokes about fucki- uhh sex, and couple other horny stuff.

hello? he's not the only one going through changes, you're growing and you also have those raging hormones too! so every time he's making those jokes, your heart-brain just can't and won't stop going crazy.

and fuck, this is your childhood friend. not to mention, your best friend's brother.

one day, he saw you washing dishes, standing by the sink, and completely unaware of him.

his sister was nowhere to be found so it's just you, wearing a sundress where the hem keeps riding up your thighs every time you move.

ni-ki grinned before leaning against the kitchen counter, just watching you quietly.

oh, thank you God, thank you for whoever invented dresses. it was so short, if he just kneel down, he could peek and see—just a little.

watching your back, he kinda wanted to know what it would feel like if he hugged you on your waist, what if you just let him put his big hands all over you the way he always imagined late at night, alone in his room...

ni-ki bit his lip, then you turned around and jumped, startled.

he saw your boobs bounced when you did-

"you freaking scared me…" you breathed, pressing a hand to your chest.

he raised his brow at you, his face doesn't even look scary.

you frowned slightly. "you need something?"

yes, you but "just… water," is what he muttered instead.

you nodded before glancing at your watch. "i gotta go."

"where are you going?"

"just a date."

ni-ki straightened up immediately and furrowed his brows. "with who?!"

he suddenly didn't want a water anymore.

"huh?" you asked, confused on why he's asking.

"who?" he repeated.

"with the one yo-" you barely got the few words out before he cut you off with:

"who cares?"

later that night, you had to call ni-ki because his sister wasn't answering, probably asleep. you can't just go home drunk so you came back to their house, a little tipsy, he was the one who opened the door.

you lost your balance, and stumbled forward, straight right into his arms.

his hands caught your waist to steady you. your body is pressed against his, it's warm and dizzying but somehow you can't stop giggling in his arms.

ni-ki scoffed after, then smiled as he held you tighter. he asked, "why did you drink?" trying to sound like he was irritated.

you hushed him with a finger to his lips. "shhh. i don't wanna hear your shit."

he sighed, guiding you inside without letting go, walking with you towards the couch where you plopped holding his wrist, just trying and keeping him close.

he put your legs, his favorite legs, on his lap.

you tipped back your head slightly to rest, the tie of the dress slipped off your shoulder, so ni-ki reached out automatically to fix the strap.

"do i look good today?" you asked suddenly.

"…yes," he admitted quietly, "you probably heard that a lot of times today…"

"i did." you smirked, leaning against his arm.

"so why'd you even ask me?" he murmured.

you blinked at him, slow and heavy-lidded. "ju- just to make sure."

just to make sure you actually look good? or just to make sure he knows you look good?

"what if i'm lying?"

"well..." you hummed, smirking, "you're a kid, so-"

"i'm not." he said before pulling you closer. "and fucking stop treating me like one."

"what? now you suddenly wanna be a man or something?" you tilted your head and gave him a naughty smile. you like to tease him even when you're just a bit older than him. "cause you're not-"

he chuckled in disbelief, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before saying, "oh, y/n..." shaking his head, "you know i'll let you check just how big i've gotten,"

he was serious, both of you were just looking into each other's eyes, faces moving closer and closer together, but then his sister suddenly appeared, rubbing her eyes. "what are you guys doing?" she yawned.

you pulled back, making ni-ki roll his eyes in annoyance.

you looked at him for a moment before standing up without a word, and as you walked away, ni-ki straightened up, his eyes following your figure. he tried to call you out, trying to get you to finish what you've started but you just ignored him.

and when you finally acknowledged your feelings for him, he became unstoppable, he did all the things he always wanted, but still remainedーno, he became even more respectful to his sister.

he didn't barge into your conversations anymore, didn't stay when you wanted spend time with her, he gave you space, and let you have your moments without him but when his sister is not around, he would text you:

(•ө•)♡: come here :p

(•ө•)♡: gimme a kiss

(•ө•)♡: please, i miss you

and would pull you into his room just to make out very quick.

"we should really go somewhere just the two of us." he panted.

"do you wanna go to my place or should we book...?"

he kissed you, "okay, let's do both." before letting you go like nothing happened.

and the first and only time you ever fought is when he thought you weren't claiming him.

like that one valentine's day... he went all out and bought you every single gift that girls were gettingーbig flowers, chocolate, jewelry, red dress, bedroom and those fancy bath with rose petals...

he thought you would love it.

and yeah, you didn't post any of it in your stories.

he was watching everyone else's but he couldn't find yours. it's okay not to post him actually, but at least show everyone else that you're also being appreciated by your, according to his words: "secret" boyfriend, so he just sulked.

but then he saw that you have his selfie as your wallpaper, his polaroid picture on the back of your phone case, his small ID picture in your wallet and on the back of your school/work id... it made him stop moping...

"daisuki."

ni-ki's eyes widened slightly for a while, then smiled slightly as he wrapped his arm on you. he kept hugging you like a baby, burying his face on your neck. "can you say it one more time?"

"riki, daisuki," you smiled. "i said it correctly, right?"

he pressed his lips together in an effort to contain his grin because you said it so cutely that his heart started aching. "yes..." he nodded, "daisuki."

you both kept saying it back and forth with your voices getting softer and softer. giggles slipped in between, until you finally burst into laughter, all while leaning into each other.

he's so naturally funny, he would open those hard-closed lids for you because he's strong, send you songs and you'll create playlists, just listening to all of what he likes/recommended only...

you rested your chin on his shoulder, ni-ki grabbed your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours before wrapping them snugly around himself.

then you decided to bring ni-ki along to one of your family gatherings.

they whispered among themselves, their eyes kept darting between you and him like you're their newfound curiosity as you walked with each other. his sharp features and towering height made everyone murmur in surprise. "such a fine young man." they said as they swarmed him, asking questions, and forgot you're their actual kin.

so you left him there, sorry, rikiーjust for a breather.

you wandered inside the house, searching for somewhere quiet. you spotted your favorite baby nephew sitting on the couch, watching kids show. he's so cute so you wasted no time pulling him into a hug. "you missed me?"

but ni-ki found you right away and sat next to you too. "yo," he greeted, grabbed your nephew's attention with a soft smile.

the kid's face lit up after seeing a very cool uncle.

he was giggling then started rambling, telling ni-ki all about his school, his favorite cartoons, and the "secret" adventure he and his friends had.

your boyfriend listened and nodded attentively. he actually loves kids, maybe a little bit more than you do.

you pouted unintentionally and held ni-ki's arm.

so you were met with a coldest stare out of nowhere, you blinked, confused. "oh? what's wrong?"

your nephew's face scrunched up, ni-ki playfully glared at you too like, why are you teasing him? tapping on your thigh lightly.

you didn't backed down, "but he is mine!" you continued, he raised a tiny fist and threatened to swing at you so you tugged your boyfriend's arm again, dramatically bickering with the kid, "go find someone else!"

you argued with your nephew while ni-ki watched and laughed, completely adoring his girl—maybe, just maybe even wondering what his own would look like one day.

in the end, you sighed, holding your hands up in surrender. "okay, okay. i'm sorry, bro. my bad."

the little guy gave you one last suspicious look before accepting your apology.

you moved behind your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cuddled into his back. your nephew went back into his arms too, continuing his story as if nothing happened.

you buried your face in ni-ki's shoulder and whispered, "me next, okay?"

"love you."

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[he-calls-me-kitten]

Dirty Dozen (ft. +2)

GN! MC x Pervert! OM Characters

(Cause y'all seemed to love the first one omg. Also TW: I made everyone wayy more sleazy and nasty than before so read at your own risk. MInors DNI)

Pervert! Mammon who likes to ask you for something specifically when your hands are full. "MC, lend me a few Grimm could ya?" He asks when you're in the middle of cooking.

"My hands are covered in cake batter, just take some from my back pocket."

"Are you sure it's there? Let me check both pockets." He isn't so much searching for coins as much as he's feeling and practically groping your ass. Seriously you start to wonder how it's taking him 20 minutes to find something that's right there.

Pervert! Solomon who keeps his room colder than usual when you come over for magic lessons.

"Is it too cold for you MC? I apologise, I kept it this way because some of the potions have bad reactions to heat but if you'd like-"

"I'm absolutely fine, Solomon. You worry about me too much." You smile at him reassuringly, not noticing how his eyes are so eagerly trained at your nipples perking up through your thin t-shirt.

Boner Bonus points if you allow him to hug you for some warmth. His fingers will definitely brush against your chest more than once.

Pervert! Beel who seems to make a mess whenever he's trying to help you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, MC. I didn't mean to spill it on your hands!"

"It's okay Beel, it's just some cream and syrup. I can just wash it off right away."

"But it's such a waste. Please allow me." He starts to thoroughly lick your fingers and you shake your head and let him knowing his fixations on food.

But he can't help it - you taste so good. He secretly wonders what you might taste like down there, drooling at the thought.

Pervert! Levi who has taken to sitting on pillows Japanese style while gaming and offers you the same. Sure enough you don't even suspect an ulterior motive.

"Did you get inspired by some human world anime again? Careful though - your legs and butt will start to cramp after a while."

"MC you're too gracious! Caring so much for an otaku like me!"

After you leave, he promptly takes the pillow you were sitting on and puts it in his bathtub. He's going to sleep on it ofc. Your scent on it helps him jerk off better.

Pervert! Belphie who now asks you to rub his belly till he falls asleep. "What's so funny?" He asks as you giggle at his request.

"Since when do you need help falling asleep?"

"I care about the quality of my sleep. And I sleep better this way."

Fortunately you believe him and don't suspect that it's because it's the closest he can get you to fondling his dick. He has such a difficult time holding in his moans and hard ons, every time your hands go even a bit lower than usual.

Pervert! Barbatos who got into sewing clothes as a hobby and specifically likes making them for you now. But you never understand why he needs to take same measurements over and over again.

"Oh? This is a different kind of design, MC. So the measurements will vary from before."

"Always making new things aren't you? You never fail to suprise Barbatos." You smile at him admiring.

The tightening of the tape around your chest and crotch are subtle. He can hardly keep it together when you praise him after all. But he has to if he wants to skim his hands over your body like this again.

Pervert! Diavolo who takes you on such long drives that you always doze off in the front seat, waking up apologetic for missing so much of the journey.

"Hahaha, it's okay, MC. We've been on this same road lots of times. I assure you, you didn't miss anything. And I like that you feel safe to sleep in my presence."

"But still, I'm so sorry, it feels disrespectful..." You apologize, not even knowing how hard he is in his pants right now.

Afterall, he can keep squeezing your beautiful thighs, maybe let his hands wander between them and imagine himself fucking you in the back seat as much as he wants, when you're asleep.

Pervert! Simeon who will have noone except you as his muse for art classes. And the themes just keep getting more erotic each time.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, MC? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable-"

"Nonsense, Simeon. I feel super comfortable if it's you. You're a true artist after all." You say as you lay on his bed wrapped up only in bedsheets, exposing your entire back and legs.

If only you knew, this angel has thoughts dirtier than most demons. How he's practically fucking you with his eyes. How he's definitely going to jerk off into those bedsheets, moaning your name.

Pervert! Satan who loves teaching you things - standing right behind you, guiding your hands to make latte-art, or trying a new style of painting.

"That's it, nice and slow. Look how much you've improved, MC." He beams at the cute kitty in the coffee cup.

"All thanks to you, Satan. I can't wait to learn more from you." You smile at him earnestly.

He almost feels guilty for tricking you this way, but the way your hands feel in his, and your ass feels against his groin is so addicting. One of these days, he wishes could teach you to be on all fours and take his length in your pretty little mouth.

Pervert! Asmo who loves keeping your eyes on him and noone else. From elaborate performances to petty staring contests, he cannot have enough of your gaze.

"Oh you're turning red in the face, Asmo. Did I manage to flutter the heart of the Avatar of Lust?" You lean forward smiling.

"You're my only weakness after all, MC. It's your fault for making me this way." He almost moans.

You laugh and mock apologize at his antics but you don't know he's been grinding like an animal on his seat, and creamed his pants under your innocent gaze. Your undivided attention just turns him on so much.

Pervert! Lucifer who makes his desires too obvious sometimes. He'll regret it in the morning and take you to dinner to apologize but not until he's already done something dirty.

"Lucifer, it's 2 am. You need to throw away that coffee and sleep." You're practically dragging him to bed.

"Fine. I'll go sleep if you'll stay in my room tonight." He says knowing you'll comply. You care too much for your own good. He's not even going to let you sleep on the couch, no you have to stay wrapped up in his arms.

You might wake upto him groaning your name in his sleep and you might mistake it for a nightmare - not knowing how he's balls deep inside you in his dreams.

Pervert! Thirteen who likes how excited you get over her newest inventions and keeps making more things to call you over.

"And this little baby and can throw pie at people's faces without ever missing. Guaranteed headshot." She smiles proud.

"This would be so useful in a cafeteria food fight and then get banned right after its glory. But I so wanna use it!" You whine.

She loves how much you appreciate her inventions. She is secretly working on a 'pleasure' device scented like her to give you - she hopes you'll like it just as much.

Pervert! Mephisto who is actually taken aback by your duality. You're such a mischievous little imp usually but turn so well-mannered in front of Diavolo's esteemed guests.

"So even you can be prim and proper sometimes? If only you could maintain this on the daily." He huffs.

You laugh and mock-bow in front of him. "Of course, anything for you my dearest lord. Would you like to dance with this proper human while you can?"

He blushes at the sudden offer. Why you little- how dare you tempt him like this. You can't complain about him gripping you somewhere improper or too tight. You deserve this for your attitude.

Pervert! Raphael who is still navigating new feelings of lust he's never felt before he met you. Why his heart skips every time you fall asleep on his shoulder or why he felt a sudden warmth at the pit of his stomach feeling you breath so softly into his neck.

"Thank you for helping me tidy the classroom, MC. I didn't even know where the cleaning supplies were."

"That's alright. It's more fun with two people anyway and wait Raphael there's a bucket over the-" The fresh bucket of water already spilled splashing all over both of you.

You immediately fetched a towel to help him dry up but he couldn't stop staring at you instead. With the uniform sticking to your body like and the water glistening on your exposed skin - why was he so enthralled? Why does he feel a strange pulsing between his legs as you hover over him?

[wandixx]

Phantom, the Young Justice member part 4(-ish, I think) they're unconnected, don't wory

Post TUE, but like, right after

“Recognized: Phantom B-08”

Zatanna and Artemis disengaged from the spar, turning to Zeta-Tubes almost in tandem with the rest of the Team. Wally caught himself preparing to the fight.

There was simultaneously a lot and very little Team knew about Phantom. They knew his favorite constellation, his favorite level in Doomed and his typical fast-food order and which parts were better or worse than Nasty Burger in every fast food place they visited. They didn't know whether he was ghost or meta or something else, they didn't know his non-hero name or if he had one at all.

There were things falling somewhere in between on this spectrum.

But they knew for the fact that he wasn't supposed to come in today and that he didn't use Zeta-Tubes unless situation was really dire. Yet even then it usually required a lot of convincing, as seen during whole Klarion-two-Earths debacle. At some point during it, Wally considered how faster would it be if he just asked Phantom to stack up on high- calory food and run to pick him up instead. In the end he didn't say anything, because ghost agreed, sounding like he was just sentenced to the gallows. Understandable, considering his... everything around portals in general, but especially ones that feel like they're taking someone apart. But! The point was, hearing Zeta-Tube call out Phantom was not normal nor a good sign. Fact that they didn't know what was going on or expecting him was unprecedented.

Wally sprinted out to get fire blanket. They owned actual weighted blanket, carefully washed and [wietrzony] to make sure it wasn’t smelling bad to anyone with enhanced senses, but for some reason fire blanket worked on the ghost the best.

He was back before other boy fully settled against wall of the Zeta-Tube, tugging at his hair like he did when he needed to calm down. It’s not like slowly breathing really did anything for him. Wally wrapped him up, making sure it was tight enough that hands he put down would not have room to do any real damage. It tended to happen when he was like this.

Wally very carefully didn’t think about the fact that Phantom didn’t even have enough energy or presence of mind to leave Zeta-Tube even though it was always first thing he did. Even, or maybe especially, when he forgot where he was for a moment.

Rest of the Team crowded around them, talking soft encouragements, rubbing his back and hair, tapping rhythm for him to… just overall ground him, Zatanna made up some ice too. Phantom seemed to shrink away from they’re touch, as much as he could when they were everywhere. Black Canary sharply told them to back away.

They all took few steps back, because something was really wrong and they weren’t helping but they had to try and–

Light erupted from somewhere under the blanket and traveled up and down Phantom’s body. Everyone, including Black Canary, lunged towards the boy, because what was that? What was that? Was Phantom dying in front of all of them?

Tired blue eyes blinked at them from under the shock of black hair. It was still undeniably Phantom, he stood in the same place and looked the same, except of eyes and hair color and lack of general air of otherness, but-

“My name is Danny Fenton, I'm a halfa, half ghost half human hybrid created in specific lab accident and no matter what, if my family ever dies you can't let Vlad Masters become my legal guardian. Doesn't matter if it means court case, kidnapping or murder,” he rushed out, words tumbling over each other, like he made this little formula and learned it by heart and wanted to get it out before he forgot any part of it.

Everyone just… froze for a moment.

And then Phantom started hyperventilating, swaying were he stood, so they jumped back to action, dragging him out of machine and onto some chair M’gann moved in. Black Canary ran him through breathing exercise (Phantom was breathing, Phantom was breathing, Phantom was breathing and it was so wrong Wally felt hair standing on the back of his neck). With mutual effort from Robin, Kaldur and Zatanna, there was a bag of ice in ghost’s (halfa’s?) hands, to help ground him. Artemis tapped on his shoulder in tandem with Canary’s instructions, while Conner run off somewhere. There was fifty/fifty chance he went to get something or just needed to get away. M’gann flew away muttering something about making a tea.

Wally felt really lost but also overwhelmed by the need to do something, so he tried singing (or humming, at least) some songs that you’re supposed to play when resuscitating someone. Then it hit him, that it felt too fast, maybe because his main thing was being fast and he was a bit too wrung out to focus on being slower, maybe because song itself was too fast, he didn’t know. He sang something slower anyway.

He could almost see the moment when Phantom, or Danny, he said his name was Danny, calmed down enough to understand where he was.

“Hello Danny”

The boy slumped a bit and refused to make eye contact with anyone.

“Hi Black Canary”

“Are you quite alright?”

“Who is attacking?” Wally blurted out without really thinking. They needed to know and, honestly, he was known to be the guy who never thought before he spoke.

Pha-nny whipped to look at him, visibly startled, which was not a good look considering he wasn't really epitome of calm even before.

“No one I know about, why would they?” he asked, sounding way too clueless about it.

“You used very quick mode of transportation, that is also really triggering to you,” Kaldur explained patiently, “one that you usually only travel through in case of emergencies—”

“And had panic attack as soon as you showed up which had not happened after first three times, meaning you were already pretty shaken before going in,” Robin interrupted.

“We want to know happened to make you use it this time?”

There was another slow blink.

“No one is attacking anymore. I won. I won. I saved them. I won,” he said, descending into panicked mutter. Black Canary motioned them to move away again, because clearly, crowd was not helping him.

“Hey, breathing is constant demand, don't forget about it,” Artemis snapped.

“Who did you win with? Who did you save?”

Phantom just glanced at Black Canary and got back to staring into middle distance, technically present in mind and body but clearly not fully. Wally didn’t want to know what horrors made him crash so hard. There were few things that could make him stop joking, even less that could do this.

“Would you…” Phantom whispered and then his breath hitched. Ghost just stared at all of them for a moment, jumping from person to person like terrified rabbit, wide eyed and terrified. Something glass or ceramic shattered behind them.

“Oh, Danny”

“M’gann what’s going on?”

“We’re alive Danny,” she said with conviction surprisingly strong with how soft she sounded before “We’re alive and well and whatever you saw or think you saw, it was a lie. We’re alive and well”

“But-”

“He didn’t kill us”

Artemis pushed her way back to the ghost and shook him by his shoulders.

“What happened, Phantom?”

Phantom or well, Danny, looked through her like he was once again recalling something, that shouldn't be in his mind to be recalled.

And then he explained future that won’t happen, with sauce explosions, dead families and court of talking eyes.

And then he made them promise. Wally doubted any of them would be able to keep it, and everyone knew that, but they promised either way.

[petersasteria]

No Way (2) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x fem!reader Summary: He wants a divorce.

A/N: If you haven't read part 1 yet, I highly suggest you do so. Thank you for all the love for part 1. As promised, here is part 2. Enjoy! Special shout out to @currentloser for helping me brainstorm!

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Ever since that night you confronted Ji-yong, he made it his mission to make you want to get a divorce. He kept pushing you away, arguing with you whenever it's just the two of you, coming home late and making you see the marks his mistress left, and overall, driving you insane. He even decided to sleep in his office.

"Ji-yong, if you'll use the bathroom and see that there's no toilet paper, go and put a new one!" You said, exasperated.

He shrugged, "You have hands, don't you? Do it yourself. Also, you were already in there. What's the use of telling me off, if you're already there to refill it?"

He didn't look at you. In fact, he's never looked your way since that night. He avoided you at all costs while making sure he annoyed the living shit out of you. He continued watching tv with a smug grin.

"That's not even-" You sighed and put a hand on your hip. You hung your head low, closed your eyes, and pinched the bridge of your nose with your other hand. You stayed like that for about 3 seconds before standing properly, "I get that you want a divorce, but I don't. I know in your head, we're technically separated, but all I'm asking for is your cooperation."

His smug look faded and he rolled his eyes.

"We live in the same roof. You and I need to help each other and if you don't want our daughter to find out about our marital problems, then help me." You pleaded.

Days go by, and he's still the same.

"Ji-yong, if you want me to still wash your clothes, put them in the laundry basket!!" "Why should I if you're just going to pick up all my clothes, anyway?"

"Don't touch those cookies, Ji! Their for our daughter and her friends. They'll be sleeping over, remember?" "So? Bake a new batch. If you're able to make two dozen cookies now, you can make them again." "I know, but these are special cookies with specific requests from our girl and her friends. Can you not gobble all of the cookies? It's really stressful to make." "So, why'd you make them if it's stressful to make? Geez, Y/N. You're so stupid."

"Hey, I was watching that!" "I don't care, Y/N. There's a tv in our shared room, right? Go use that. There's no tv where I sleep, so this tv is mine."

"Where were you, Y/N?!" "I was at a friend's house. She had a baby shower and-" "I don't actually care where you go or who you see. I was just asking where you were because there's no warm food waiting for me." "You've been here the whole day, and you didn't cook for yourself?" "No. Besides, you said in our wedding vows that you'll cook for me forever. Since we're not divorced, that promise is still a go. Well? What're you doing just standing there? Chop chop!"

Kwon Ji-yong knew his words and actions were a guarantee to break your heart. He loved every single second seeing you frown, hearing you sigh, seeing your tired eyes, and watching your jaw drop after he says something horrific. Leaning back on his office chair, he lets out a satisfied chuckle before lighting a cigarette. Once again, he was satisfied in breaking your heart. He stared out the window for a while in deep satisfaction as he gave a few puffs of his cigarette. His smug grin, never leaving his pretty face. His phone vibrated on the desk and when he checked to see who it was, his smiled a real smile to see that it was his mistress.

"Hey, pretty girl." He answered the FaceTime call with a wide grin before crushing his cigarette on the cigarette bowl and leaving it there.

Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen, holding back tears as you cleaned Ji-yong's mess. Glass was scattered everywhere and he didn't even bother to clean it up. According to him, your favorite mug fell when he went to get his mug and he didn't clean it up because he was in a hurry, despite not having anywhere to go.

You were tired. Boy, were you tired. Everyday, you keep fighting for your marriage and if it wasn't clear before, it was crystal clear now. Kwon Ji-yong didn't want you anymore. The realization started to sink in as you picked up the big glass shards of your favorite mug, tears threatening to spill. That mug held sentimental value to you and he knew that. It was your grandfather's mug and you got it from his things when he passed on. Your grandfather raised you and he was able to see yours and Ji-yong's wedding. A month later, he died in his sleep. It broke you, but Ji-yong was there to hold you. With your current situation, as you stared at the glass in your hand, you wondered what your grandfather would've done if you tell him all this. You didn't care if you looked crazy, but you kept all the glass shards, placed it in a small box and kept it in your drawer. You didn't have the heart to throw it away and that shattered mug is a reminder of when you realized Ji-yong no longer cared or loved you. It was hard to accept, but you'll have to do the same.

Suddenly, you wanted the divorce too. However, your thoughts immediately go to your beautiful daughter: Kwon Seo-yeon. She's only 6 years old and you didn't want her to experience this at a young age. So, you've decided to stay in this one-sided, loveless marriage with Ji-yong for the sake of Seo-yeon.

The next day, Ji-yong woke up feeling sprightly. He stretched his whole body as he let out a big yawn before reaching for the glass of milk waiting on his makeshift bedside table. Although, the glass of milk he was wanting to drink, wasn't there anymore. With his face contorting in confusion, he slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes, and checked again.

It truly wasn't there. Usually, you would wake up earlier than him just to make him breakfast and prepare a full glass of milk for him to drink when he wakes up. He frowned a little bit when it wasn't there. He threw off the blankets from his lap and he got out of bed.

He walked around your shared luxury apartment, humming to himself. He noticed that the apartment was too quiet. It was a weekend and usually, he would hear the tv playing Seo-yeon's cartoons as she sat on the floor and colored. He would also hear pots and pans clanking as you prepared food for the three of you.

Now, it was silent. He didn't like it one bit. He was going to play music from his phone, but quickly realized he left it in his office. As he walked back, he saw the door of your shared room slightly open. He took a peek and he saw you curled up in bed, wide awake, staring at the blank wall.

He slowly pushed the door open and said, "Hey, where's Seo-yeon?"

"With your sister. Play date." You replied in a quiet voice.

He nodded and asked, "How about food? You didn't cook and you didn't prepare my glass of milk." He said with arms crossed.

You slowly sat up, stretched, and looked at him. Not having the energy to deal with his pompous ass, you shrugged. "We're technically separated, right? You have your own world now. Make it yourself."

Ji-yong's jaw dropped as he watched you move around your once shared room and walked past him. He huffed before walking back to his office-turned-bedroom and slammed the door.

It went on like this for a while. He started to notice new things about you.

How you'd keep quiet when he'd steal cookies from Seo-yeon's cookie jar. How you'd keep quiet after seeing all the mess he made. How you'd just replace the toilet paper without yelling at him to do it himself. How you'd given up in arguing with him.

It didn't make sense to him. He looked forward to your arguments and he didn't like that everyday it was anti-climactic with you these days. It was like you didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore.

He sat there and stared at you as you and Seo-yeon talked about her day with her cousin. After a long time, it was his first time looking at you. Like, really looking at you. He saw your tired eyes, chapped lips from dehydration, uncombed hair, and you lost an unhealthy amount of weight.

He frowned at your appearance. He didn't like what he saw. He wasn't disgusted, but he was sad that you didn't take care of yourself anymore.

When lunch was over, he stood by the kitchen island as he watched you wash dishes. "Y/N..." He called softly.

"What?" You said as you continued washing.

"Is there something wrong? I just-" Ji-yong started as he walked towards you. "I'm a little bit worried about you. You don't look healthy. Are you okay? Is something going on at work? I mean, despite this thing between us, you can still talk to me. You know that, right? Just knock on my door and-"

"Knock it off, Ji-yong. I'm fine." You snapped and looked at him. You saw how his eyes widened in surprise. You could tell he didn't expect that. "It's not your place anymore, remember? Go see your mistress."

Ji-yong frantically looked around to see if Seo-yeon was there and sighed in relief when she wasn't. "As much as I want to, she's on vacation with her friends."

You snickered, "Paid by you? I didn't ask where she was and I don't care. Get out of my face." You continued washing the dishes as he stared at you for a while. He didn't who you were anymore which is ironic because he knew you would've said the same thing about him.

The next few months were awfully quiet. The only noise would come from Seo-yeon whenever she'd laugh, sing, dance, and play pretend with Daesung, Taeyang, and Seung-hyun. You and Ji-yong never speak to each other anymore unless there's a family function coming up.

One day, Ji-yong comes home early from practice and was surprised to see Daesung there with Seo-yeon. 'Is she dating Daesung now?' He thought.

'She wouldn't do that to me. Daesung wouldn't do that either.' He assured himself.

Daesung looked at his direction and smiled widely. "Ji-yong!! Look, Seo-yeon, your appa is here!"

Seo-yeon smiled and waved cutely as Ji-yong walked up to her to give her a big hug and kiss.

"I missed you so much, princess. What did you do at school today?" Ji-yong asked, his smile reaching his eyes.

He loved Seo-yeon. All his life he knew he wanted to be a dad and he was extremely elated when he found out you were pregnant. Seo-yeon was his carbon copy; his solid mini me. When she was born, he didn't want to let her go. She's a daddy's girl and he spoiled her endlessly. It made him sad every time he went to work and it made him even sadder when she started going to school. That meant rarely seeing her, but if working would mean he could give Seo-yeon everything in the world, he'd work harder than the devil. He loved being her dad and he wouldn't mind if there was another one on the way, but the universe had different plans.

He met his mistress at a bar. She was a dancer and he was mesmerized by the way she moved and when he got to know her, he immediately fell in love. It was true; she was nothing like you. Both of you were at different ends of the spectrum. It was slow with you, but with her, everything was fast-paced, rushed, exciting, and exhilarating. Ultimately, he was more hyper-fixated on her than he was with you. It wasn't the first time either. When he first cheated on you, it was a mistake, but he got thrilled over the thought of being caught, so kept meeting this girls. But this dancer? She was different. She was his muse now. He wanted to bring her everywhere, but he knew he couldn't. It has to be a secret.

"-and we colored! Then uncle Daesung picked me up." Seo-yeon said cheerfully. Ji-yong smiled brightly at his carbon copy and said, "Really?" Before turning to look at Daesung, who was busy looking at Seo-yeon. Daesung loved her like his own.

"Seo-yeon, tell your appa what we did before going home." Daesung said excitedly. Ji-yong couldn't help, but chuckle at Daesung's excitement. He knew he was being irrational with his thoughts. Besides, Daesung is a brother to him.

Ji-yong looked at Seo-yeon, "What did you do?"

"We had ice cream!" Seo-yeon cheered.

Daesung shook his head, "You're being too humble! I swear, she's just like you, Ji-yong."

'I hope not.' He thought.

"She bought a sandwich and gave it to an old man! You and Y/N are raising such a lovely daughter and I'm honored that I get to witness it. She's so kind and helpful!" Daesung praised as he gave Seo-yeon a high-five.

After a few more minutes of spending time with Seo-yeon and Daesung, Ji-yong stood up to go to his room and freshen up. After that, he was surprised to see Daesung right outside his door.

"You scared me!" Ji-yong exclaimed.

"Sorry." Daesung said shyly. "May I come in?"

"Sure."

"I just wanted to talk to you about Y/N." Daesung started. "Is there something wrong with her?"

"Not that I know of, why?" Ji-yong asked, intrigued.

"It's just that she wrote down my name as Seo-yeon's guardian at school. She's also been asking me to pick her up from school everyday. There's no problem with that because Seo-yeon is like a daughter to me. It just makes me wonder because I know Y/N likes to spend time with Seo-yeon and I know she treasures that little time she has with Seo-yeon before she runs off to play with you." Daesung explained.

"What do you mean by 'she treasures that little time she has with Seo-yeon'?" Ji-yong questioned, raising a brow.

"Well, Y/N told me that after she tucked Seo-yeon in bed one time, she sleepily confessed that she liked you better than she liked Y/N." Daesung said sadly, knowing that it wasn't his place to tell.

"What? How come Y/N never told me this? I mean I'm... I'm her husband, after all." Ji-yong frowned. Husband. He hasn't referred to himself as your husband in such a long time that it's weird to even say out loud.

"She also started losing weight. If it's her choice, then I'm proud and happy for her. It's just that I feel her weight loss was done in an unhealthy manner." Daesung shared. Both were lost in thought until Daesung broke the silence. "You know what? I'll just ask her myself. We talk all the time, anyway."

Before Ji-yong could say anything, Daesung left the room to go find you. He wasn't able to speak to you because dinner was ready and you wanted everyone to sit and eat. Ji-yong sat next to you and put a hand on top of yours, squeezing it lightly. You hastily removed your hand from his, not knowing Daesung saw the exchange.

Daesung offered to help you clean up after dinner as Ji-yong volunteered to help Seo-yeon clean up and tuck her into bed.

Ji-yong loved Seo-yeon. He let her know every day. Her picture is in his wallet and his lockscreen. He looked at his daughter fondly as she picked out a story book she wanted Ji-yong to read. He sat on her bed patiently as she picked out 'The Hare and The Tortoise'.

She giddily sat down next to Ji-yong as she handed him the book. "Do the voices like uncle Seung-hyun."

"Eh? Seung-hyun? He read this to you?" Ji-yong asked, his brows furrowed. She nodded, "Last time he was here, he read that for me with funny voices. He picked me up from school because uncle Daesung had an emerenie."

"Emergency." Ji-yong corrected.

"Yes, emergency!" Seo-yeon smiled innocently. "Will you read to me, appa?"

Ji-yong kissed the top of her head and started reading. Meanwhile, you were in the dining area with Daesung. All the plates, pots, pans, and glasses were already back in their respective places. Both of you were talking in hushed voices while drinking the wine Seung-hyun gave you the other day.

"Y/N, you can tell me anything. Please don't be scared. I saw your interaction with Ji a while ago." Daesung pleaded. "You don't have to suffer alone. I'm your best friend too."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you because I do want to. It's just that if I say it, it's real." You whispered, not trusting your voice. Daesung nodded, "Okay. I won't force you. If you change your mind, I'm just a phone call away."

You didn't know, but Ji-yong heard the conversation after tucking Seo-yeon in bed. He wasn't blind to not see your slow decline. He didn't like it.

As Ji-yong laid in bed that night, he thought about what Daesung told him, he thought about you, and he thought about Seo-yeon basically telling you that he was her favorite. It was all so stressful and if he were in your shoes, he'd slowly sink down too. He couldn't sleep. He checked the time and sighed to himself. It was 1AM and he was wide awake. Wanting to shrug these thoughts off, he got out of his bed (it was a couch that could turn into a bed) and walked out of his room to watch tv.

He passed by your room and stopped when he heard you crying. You were sniffing and his heart broke to hear your broken voice.

"He's had multiple affairs, Dae." You cried into the phone. Daesung was on speaker. You cried for the first time in forever. It felt good to let it all out after holding it in for a long time.

"Y/N! How come you never told me?" Daesung gasped.

"I didn't want you or anyone else to change your views on him. I know deep down he's a good person. I know he wouldn't hurt a fly. He's also a really good father." You explained through your tears.

"Yes, but he's a terrible partner." Daesung said, as you cried even more. Daesung wished he was there to offer his shoulder for you to cry on. "You need a hug." He added.

You nodded, even though he wouldn't see it. "Yeah, I do." Both of you chuckled sadly.

Ji-yong's heart dropped. Now, Daesung knew about his affair. Daesung would probably tell Taeyang and Seung-hyun. He wasn't ready. He didn't know how to feel especially when you listed the good things about him and Daesung ending it with him being a bad partner.

"You should've told me or Taeyang or Seung-hyun." Daesung said, also on the brink of crying. He truly empathized with you. His heart broke to hear his best friend crying, making him want to cry too. "We would've helped you, Y/N. You know that." He said, voice cracking as tears cascaded down his cheeks.

Ji-yong's heart broke even more. It was at that moment, he knew he ruined everything.

"Dae, it's fine. I don't care anymore." You said as you carried the weight of your emotions. "I'll just sign the papers. As much as I love Seo-yeon, I know she'll be happier with her dad. Why do you think I ask you to pick her up instead? She doesn't want me. As painful as it is getting my heartbroken over my husband's affair, my daughter's feelings toward me hurts twice more."

"But Y/N-"

"I've made up my mind, Dae. I planned it all out in my head already. I've already started to look for a place to live. It's much smaller and a lot farther, but I'd like to start fresh. Don't you think I deserve that?"

"Of course you do." He replied, wiping his tears. "I'll miss my best friend, though."

"We can see each other, but maybe not right away. I can handle myself." You said, voice hoarse from all the crying.

Ji-yong couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe that you were ready to leave him. He didn't know why he was feeling that way, especially when he was the one who asked for a divorce. He wanted to open the door and pull you in for a tight hug, but he knew he couldn't do that anymore.

"I'm busy tomorrow, but maybe Seung-hyun could go out with you as a distraction? I know he's been dying to spend time with you after being away shooting a movie. He told me he wanted to catch up with you the other day when he picked Seo-yeon up from school, but you told him you were sick that's why he didn't push it."

You chuckled lightly, voice still laced with hurt. "That'd be nice. Maybe I do need a distraction. I'm sure Kwon Ji-yong wouldn't mind taking care of Seo-yeon."

"Wow, full name basis." Daesung joked.

"Yeah. Can you text him for me?"

"Way ahead of you. He already agreed."

"Thanks. You're the best." You smiled a genuine smile. "Let's sleep now. I have a very important date tomorrow. Besides, I want to feel good about myself for once. I've been feeling ugly since..."

"Hey, stop that. Let's not mention her. She's irrelevant. Go and enjoy your day with Seung-hyun tomorrow. I'm sure he's excited to tell you all about his new movie. Go gave fun and go dress up the way you want to. If Ji-yong doesn't care, let him be. He's my best friend too, but I won't tolerate this behavior."

"Thanks, Dae. Good night." You said.

"Good night, Y/N!" Daesung said before hanging up.

Ji-yong stood outside the door. He finally got what he wanted, but why did he feel this way?

-

A/N: hope you guys liked it! lmk ur thoughts! hehe. might make this into 3 parts

Taglist for those who want part 2/for those who read the first one: @amoondragon @aanaritt @natalicss @crying497 @toxicghxst @jenn2sec @manuzicaveyr @billiesiousji @amyyforshort

Taglist: @redhoodedtoad

[shortbcofkoffee]

CW: Implied/Referenced SA

It's raining tonight. Dick can't drown out the pitter patter of water hitting his window at full force. He can't drown out the wind. He can't drown out the sound of his own heartbeat. He couldn't drown out the feeling of hands balancing on his abdomen. He couldn't drown out the weight on his waist or the muffled words of unwanted affection.

But he was alone in his apartment. Away from everyone. His family, his friends. He didn't know if that was a good thing or not. So he just stared at his wall, forcefully controlling his breath and heartbeat. He'd be okay when the rain stopped. He always would be. He wasn't even outside, he was being irrational. He was okay. Yes. He was.

His phone ringing drew him out of his thoughts. He fumbled it out of his pocket and stared at the caller ID. Tim was calling. For what, Dick didn't know, Tim was supposed to be benched right now, it'd only been two weeks since he almost died of the Clench. Dick cringed, as if he needed something else to feel shitty about right now. Either way, he picked up.

"Hey, Dick," Tim greeted. "I, uh, I need some help. Nothing serious, I swear, I just um... kinda messed up?"

Dick looked up at his celing, bare and white. Nothing serious. "What happened?"

"So, I was drinking some Monster, and-"

"Drinking Monster?!" Dick shot up. "Tim! You can't drink things with caffeine when you're on antibiotics, are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Was that what he meant by nothing serious? Tim tended to downplay his own well-being. It was very possible he was actively dying and didn't want Dick to freak out, which didn't work because Dick was properly freaking out.

"Wha- No," Tim groaned. "I called you because I thought you'd have the least extreme reaction. Just listen. So I was drinking some Monster and spilled some on my bed, and if Alfie finds out, he's totally gonna freak. Luckily, he's being Agent A right now, and B is on patrol, so I was wondering if you could teach me how to do laundry? I've never done it myself before..."

"Damn straight Alfred would freak, Tim's that's insanely dangerous," Dick scolded.

"Whatever. Are you gonna help or not?"

Dick sighed. "Yes. But only because learning to do your laundry is an important life skill, I still expect you to tell Alfie about this."

Tim groaned. "Fiiiiine. But if I crash or something cause I'm not getting any energy, it's your fault."

"Get energy from healthy sleeping and eating."

"Oh, buzz off. I already put my sheets in the washing machine, what do I do next?"

"Are they white or no?"

"White."

Dick hummed. "Find the bleach. Then throw like a splash of it in the washer."

He listens to Tim search around the laundry room and silently apologizes to Alfred in advance in case Tim spills something. He hears the movement of liquid and a splash.

"Kay, what then?" Tim asks.

"Find the detergent and fill the cap, then toss that in there too. Alfred might have a specific one for linens."

Dick should really do his own laundry. He meant to do it earlier, but it started to rain. This was a stupid reason to not do something, it was just a natural weather phenomenon. And he was a vigilante. He could handle rain. He huffed and pulled himself off the couch. At least it was all in one place, the hamper in his room. He tucked his phone between his cheek and shoulder as he picked it up and took it to his laundry room.

"Dick, how do I start it?"

"Uh, I think Alfie's is automatic. Just press the power button and it'll start itself."

Dick's machine wsn't like that, it was a bit older. He had to click a few more buttons before it started. On the other line, he heard the washing machine shake to life.

"I did it," Tim said. Dick could almost hear the proud smile in his voice.

"Good job, Timmy," Dick smiled. "Was that all you needed?"

Tim made a thoughtful noise. "I mean, I guess. But let's do something else, let's watch a movie! I'm not even allowed into the cave yet, so I've got nothing to do."

So he was just bored. "Yeah, sure. What movie? That way I can show you how to use the dryer without you having to call me back."

"Let's watch... uh, Anastasia. You love Anastasia."

"I do."

"Hold on, lemme change to video call," Tim said.

When his picture came up, his face was illuminated only by the light of his phone as he navigated the dark halls to the home theater. Dick walked to his own living room and opened the movie. Tim relaxed on one of the couches and started the movie too. About an hour later, Dick's laundry finished. Tim was half asleep from what Dick could see, eye's struggling to stay open, clearly not even processing the movie anymore. Which was good because he didn't sleep often. It'd be another two-ish hours before Bruce finished patrol, and it might not be till morning until anyone finds him at all. It was usually cold in the theater, and if Tim caught a cold while he was still recovering, under Dick's watch, he would never forgive himself.

"Tim," Dick said, trying to rouse him from his sleep.

"Hm?" Tim barely stirred.

"Get up, you gotta get your laundry. C'mon, Timmy."

Tim groaned. "I'm up. I was never asleep."

Dick chuckled. "Sure, bud. But now I gotta teach you to use the dryer."

Tim pushed himself off the couch, a little uncoordinated in his state. Dick went to his laundry room and moved his clothes from the washer to dryer. Tim did the same.

"Alright, Timmy. Turn the dial to 60 minutes and throw a dryer sheet in there. I think Alfie clears the lint collector every time he uses it, but you should probably check."

Tim mumbled tired understanding and Dick heard the dryer start.

"Thank's Dickie," he yawned.

"Anytime, baby bird. You know where to get new sheets? You sound tired."

Tim yawned again. "'M not. I can wait for this to finish. We gotta finish the movie."

If Tim went back to the theater, he'd fall asleep there. It didn't matter that they were already in Act 3 of the movie; he'd be out before the credits. Dick sighed.

"Alright. But grab a blanket before you go back so you don't get cold."

Tim nodded, Dick thinks. He can't really tell because Tim's head went out of frame when he picked up his phone. He grabbed a wool blanket from the linen closet and wandered back to the theater. Just like Dick thought, he was out within minutes of unpausing the movie. He looked so peaceful, Dick wasn't used to seeing him like that. When the movie ended, Dick turned off his tv and went to his room. He was admittedly much more tired now. He set Tim up on his bedside table, listening as the next movie started to autoplay. Eventually Dick felt himself drift off too.

It became a sort of tradition. No matter who was doing what, when it rained they watched a movie until at least one of them fell asleep. Dick was thankful for it. He figured out what was going on about the fourth or fifth time Tim called him in the middle of the night. He didn't know whether or not to be mortified that somehow Tim knew, or happy Tim wanted to distract him.

He settled on just being thankful. He was thankful for Tim, and he loved him. It made things easier, he didn't dread rainy days much anymore. Sometimes he found himself getting excited at the idea of watching movies with Tim.

Sometimes Bruce watched with them, which was nice. Rarely ever Alfred. Never Jason. When Damian entered their lives Dick invited him a few times, which he was never taken up on. Which was fine. It was nice with just him and Tim, something they had just for each other.

They were halfway through The Land Before Time movies when Bruce died. Tim didn't call him when it rained a week after the funeral. Dick didn't know if he expected him to.

Dick hadn't heard from Tim, hadn't seen him in longer. The last time they saw each other, they'd argued, then Tim disappeared. Dick didn't even know he left Gotham until the fifth day he was gone. He didn't have time to be worried, though. Not when he was taking care of Damian, not when he was Batman. But he missed Tim. So much.

It was storming tonight. Too hard for Dick to go out, especially with Damian, who's doorframe Dick was leaning on right now.

"Hey, Dami," he greeted.

Damian looked up from his schoolwork with a frown. "What?"

"You wanna watch a movie? Since we're not going out tonight."

Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Just because Drake ran off in his fit of insanity doesn't mean you can expect me to fill in every hole he left. Your tradition means very little to me when there are more productive things to do. Like training. Or patrol."

Dick stood up straight and crossed his arms. "You can just say no, you don't have to be mean. And I told you, the weather's no good for patrol tonight. But I'm gonna go watch a movie and you're free to join at any time."

He walked away with a huff. It didn't really matter what movie he picked once he got there, honestly, he was just going to end up tuning it out and lost in his thoughts. He didn't know where Tim was, he didn't know how much longer he could do this. He shouldn't have argued with Tim, he should've tried to help him. Maybe have Tim show him this "evidence" so he could let the kid down gently. Grief did weird things to people, and Tim was doing a lot of grieving.

His dad, Bruce, his friends. Too many people had died in his life in such a short amount of time, and he finally broke. And Dick let their last conversation devolve into an argument.

He missed Tim. The movie was drowning out the distant sound of rain, but Dick knew it was there. Pitter pattering on the roof and flooding down the downspout. Tim would've drowned it out with stupid commentary about the characters and plot. Dick couldn't help it. His mind wandered to the rain.

It's been a month since Bruce came back. Nine since they'd watched a movie together. Dick decidedly hates it. Tim is rarely at the manor. He only contacts Dick when it's nessacary. Dick doesn't even bother watching movies alone anymore. It's not the same.

It's pouring in Bludhaven when Tim calls. Dick almost lets it ring through, but Tim only calls for emergencies. He wouldn't call if it wasn't important.

"Hey, Dick," Tim greeted. "So, uh... I need some help with something."

Dick turned over in his bed. "With what?"

"Well, Bernard is working late tonight-" Bernard. Tim's boyfriend that Dick only met once. Were they living together now? What did that have to do with Dick? "-but he usually makes me dinner, and I don't wanna order takeout again. I was wondering if you could help me make something?"

Dick paused. "Is that all?"

"You don't have to if you're busy, I get it."

Dick sat up. "No, no, it's fine. I'm just a little surprised." You don't call me just to call me. Not anymore. "What do you have in your fridge?"

He hears the sound of a solid door and glasses clinking. "I, um... there's salmon. And some broccoli."

"Alright, let's make some baked salmon then. That's pretty easy."

Tim huffs. "Yeah, well, there's a reason Bernard does most of the cooking. I could burn down our kitchen making a PB&J."

"It's like two ingredients and spices, you can't mess it up."

Dick walks to his own kitchen as he talks Tim through what to do. He pulled out a TV dinner for himself. He didn't even realize how late it was, so he should probably eat dinner now. By the time Tim got the salmon in the oven, Dick was on his couch, eating his chicken pot-pie and reheated baked beans. Dick actually finds himself relaxed, a little happy.

"Um, Dick," Tim asks carefully, "do you wanna watch a movie?"

Obviously, it was the next step in their routine. Dick should've expected the question because this situation was so familiar. But the tradition was dead, it had been for a long time. Dick'c voice shook as he spoke.

"Yeah. Yeah, we should."

[star-dust-stuf]

Fred & George Weasley x period!reader ★

title: sweetheart, little gumdrop

warnings: descriptions and expressions of pain

a/n: I love them so much, I want to do a period comfort because I already know I'm getting mine soon, I'm ready to dieee. sorry for typos, enjoy babes.

-

It was snowing when every student went down to Diagon Alley, and apparently Fred and George had their own store. A lot of students went there and it was such a chaotic shop but looked like so much fun. 

There were so many glowing colors and bright greens and reds, different smells. I walked past the love positions, and towards the candy. The normal kind... 

I look around to see if there was anything I like, a lot of people laughing... And then two familiar voices behind me, looking at me from the steps. 

"Looking for anything particular?" Fred asked.

George spoke, "or something out of the ordinary?" 

I look at them, and smile slightly. I wasn't feeling well and I hope it wasn't obvious, then they'd want to know. "Just chocolate." 

They glanced at each other, Fred smiled and stepped towards me, George behind him. "And why that specifically?" 

"Why do you need to know?" I say, it wasn't really a question, more one of attitude. 

George smirked, "well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't she." 

Fred smiled, "come on. Were only messing with you. You can get anything you like." 

I look to my shoes, there was a look on my face I couldn't hide. One of discomfort, a wrack of pain washed over me and it couldn't be helped. Fred and George glanced at each other and back to me.

"You're alright, love?" George spoke, he got a little closer.

"I'm just..." I couldn't finish, the pain was so much my eyes were watering and I just wanted to fall on the floor right there.

Both Fred and George got to my side and led me up the steps and past the other people, even some of them stared but it wasn't a big deal to them. They got me in a broom cupboard and closed the door, leaving it a jar.

Fred whispered to George, and then Fred left. George kept his hand on my arm gently. "It's-."

George cut me off gently, "we know." 

I just looked at my shoes, embarrassed by the situation. I was cramping up so bad I couldn't stop crying. George gently rubbed my back and waited for Fred to come back, and when he did he had a package.

"Don't worry, It's just chocolate. And I suppose you don't want to walk all the way back to Hogwarts?" Fred spoke softly.

"I can manage." I say, holding the bag of chocolates close. Almost scared they'd melt.

Fred scoffed and George smirked, "come on, sweetheart. You're not walking in your condition, you're already crying." George said, as he poked my cheek softly.

I looked to my shoes, Fred put his hand on my lower back, right where the pain was. "You'll have to go sooner or later." 

"Let one of us walk you. Okay? Then tonight we'll meet you in the common room." George says.

I just agreed, my mind wasn't up for decisions now. Fred walked me back to Hogwarts, it was cold but it felt good on my skin, on top of that, I was tired, not in the mood for much, so when I was in the common room I sat by the fire. Calming myself. 

And finally when it got late enough, the common room was empty as all the students went up to sleep. Fred and George snuck into the common room, not expecting me.

"How do you two even do that, get away with this all the time." I smile a little.

They smiled, "well, not including that map, you're not telling a soul so we can keep doing it." George said with a smirk. 

They both sat beside me on the red couch near the fire. "You haven't touched the chocolate...?" Fred asks. 

"No, sorry." I say, looking into the fire.

Fred and George exchanged glances before scooting closer. "Look, you don't need to be embarrassed about anything." Fred says softly.

"We have a sister, we know how this works. Getting cranky, crampy, and snappy." George smiles. 

Out of the blue, I started to cry from the exact same pain I felt not too long ago, Fred and George looked concerned but calm. Fred stood up, "I can get something from the medical wing."

"You'll get caught, you aren't supposed to be out of the common room so late." I say, tears running down my pink cheeks. 

Fred smiled proudly, "sweetheart, I can do a lot of things you don't know." 

As Fred left, George got me to lie down on the couch, getting me a blanket. He knew the pain was bad, I was crying and that already broke his heart. "Just take a deep breath, it might not help the pain but it'll keep you at ease."

I couldn't help it, I brought my knees up and cried out in pain. He got closer and took a hold of my hand and stroked it gently with his thumb. "Hey.. hey, You're doing beautifully. It might not feel like it, but bloody hell, you are." 

I smile a little as he says that, even if I was in pain. The common room portrait opened, and Fred came back with a hot water bottle. "Took you long enough." George says.

Fred rolled his eyes slightly, "you try getting past Snape. Can you imagine if he found out..." 

Fred smiled a little as he thought, "how embarrassing." He placed the hot water bottle on my stomach, making sure it wasn't too hot.

George stood back up and looked down at me, my eyes closed as I tried to relax. "It's a bad period..." 

Fred nods a little, "we can only wait it out, I guess." 

I look up at them, "don't you two have something useful in that shop of yours?" 

George looked to Fred and back to me. "Nothing for pain, you know- any pain caused by your period." George sighs.

I winced and put my hand on my rib, Fred watched for a second. "Is your chest hurting?"

George elbowed his side. "I'm sure shes- yes I'm sure it hurts." 

"We'll stay with you. You don't have to be alone." George spoke gently. 

"You're not going to spend all night awake." I look up at them. 

"Of course not. You'll fall asleep and so will we." Fred said, crossing his arms. 

"Where will you sleep if you won't go to your dormitory?" 

"The floor." They say in sync. 

I had to sigh, "you cant be serious." 

They both smiled to each other. "Never." They say again in sync. 

They both got comfortable on the floor, pulling a blanket or two off the couch and the chair near the portrait, I was in disbelief... But it was them, so what more do I expect. They weren't light sleepers at all. If is stir or make any hints I was in pain theyd be up.

They didn't want me to be alone at all, they'd just talk and tell jokes to help me. And it did, I loved their empathy, it made me feel safe and that I was okay. 

When the pain got too bad George started rubbing my stomach to see if it would cause relief. And when it did he didn't stop doing it, taking turns with his brother before I fell asleep... And them after me. Fred's hand rested in mine as he drifted to sleep, as George's hand rests on my leg. 

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom I don't like it when she slaps my ass? potential tw

so I (22 trans m) currently live with my mom (65), and I've always had issues with how she interacts with my body. today she woke me up to try on a pair of pants I bought yesterday before she washed them, and I asked her if she could stop staring at me while I took my pajama pants off to try on the jeans. she pushed back and laughed it off saying it didn't matter, so I had to change in front of her cause she refused to leave the room. this has happened many times before where she insists on watching me change, even when I'm completely naked, despite me asking her not to.

I put the pants on and she immediately comes over to inspect how they fit for herself, tugging on the waistband and looking them over, then promptly slaps my ass. I immediately recoil and tell her I didn't like it and I want her to stop, and she scoffs and rolls her eyes at the suggestion. I tell her it's weird because we've had this conversation before since her slapping my ass is a frequent occurrence, and like usual, she insists there's nothing weird about it because she's my mother and she isn't doing it to be sexual. when she does this, she usually says, "I birthed that ass, so I'm allowed to slap that ass if I want to." I tried to tell her that I'n an adult and I should be allowed to tell her when I don't like something she does to me, and I was visibly pissed off and kicked her out of my room to go back to bed.

I could hear her in the other room walking around saying loudly, "ohh, so I'M aaaaalways the problem. I'm the problem, of course," in like a mocking tone because she clearly thinks I'm in the wrong. I know she's an asshole for a lot of other reasons (she's pretty transphobic and doesn't respect my name, pronouns, or that I'm on hormones, and she frequently takes out her anger issues on me by yelling at me if I even look at her wrong when she's mad), but this one has been bothering me a lot since I moved back home after college (I'm also unemployed and wouldn't be able to move out for a while despite already wanting to get away from her)

for further context, she's always had a specific way of interacting with my body that I think is weird but she refuses to see it. she insisted on personally bathing me into middle school, then continued to say that I needed her help to shower correctly even up to now, so she frequently walks into my bathroom or bedroom when I'm entirely naked and will look my body over and I'm not a fan of it. she also still tries to force her way into changing rooms if we go shopping together so that she can have the final say in how I look in clothes, and she never even wants to turn around or wait outside while I strip.

I've tried to get her to stop before but she keeps doing it, insisting that she's my mother so she's allowed to, even though I'm an adult who hasn't lived with her for the past four years and is very autonomous, so it's not like she still does everything for me. she also pushes back and says that if I think it's weird then it must mean I've been assaulted before and that's why I don't like it when she touches me. I'm also autistic and don't like frequent hugs or any kind of touching and she doesn't like it when I tell her to stop doing that too, but her slapping my ass and insisting on seeing me naked is the stuff that really bothers me, the rest I tolerate just so I don't have to argue with her all the time.

I've asked friends before if they think it's weird she does this, but she's so insistent that she should be able to touch me whenever and however she wants just because she's my mom and that she can look at me naked because she birthed me and has seen me naked before, so why is it different now that I'm a full on adult. I honestly don't know who's in the wrong for this specific thing and if I'm over exaggerating like my mom says I am, but I'm so sick of her touching me when I tell her not to that I needed to poll answers, so:

am I the asshole for telling my mom to stop slapping my ass and insisting on looking at me while I'm naked despite being an adult and asking her not to?

[midnight-bay-if]

What would be the reaction of the ROs if a package arrived and the MC said it was an accessory they bought for the RO to wear because they think it would be nice on them. But when the RO open the package they see a dog/cat collar due to a misdelivery? The ROs don't know that it's a misdelivery and MC didn't see it bacause they are washing the dishes or something like that.

(I see you, anon. I see you. Retconning the 90s setting so you can get a collar for your RO. I understand. Also, sorry about the wait!)

S: Their brow raises into a sharp arch as they pluck the collar from the box, holding it up by the tip of their finger. “Are you certain this was for me, darling?” They ask a hint of amusement in their voice. “Because I rather think this would suit you much better.”

Rain: Rain’s face burns red at the sight of the collar in the box. Suddenly, they are re-evaluating their whole existence. “I didn’t realise that this kind of thing was your taste.” Biting their lip nervously, they reach into the box and pull the collar out. They hold it in their hands, assessing it, before testing it around their neck. They turn to look at their reflection in a nearby mirror, and somehow, their skin turns redder. “But… I suppose it doesn’t look bad.”

Taj: Taj growls at the sight of it. They pluck it out with their forefinger and thumb, holding outwards as far as possible as if at risk of catching something from it. “Is this supposed to be funny, Koel?”

The anger in Taj’s voice makes you stop dead in your tracks. When you turn to face the fire in their eyes, your mouth drops open. “N-No, that’s not what I ordered, I swear!”

The sincerity in your voice wipes away some of the anger. Taj drops the collar back into the box as if burned. “I am definitely buying you a cage, little bird.” You are grateful for the jab when you see the corner of Taj’s mouth inch upwards. "I need somewhere to put you when you've been bad."

N: "Oh, my," N utters, an excited lilt to their voice. "I never knew you were the type, my dear." N pulls the collar out of the box, holding it against their against their skin.

Sensing that N was strangely excited. You turn, and your mouth drops. "Wait, no that's not--"

N waves you off. "It's okay, MC. Everyone has their vices. I'm happy to fulfil any fantasy you might have. All I ask is that I see you in this collar... just once."

Umbra: Umbra raises a sceptical brow at the collar, packaged neatly inside the box. Did you get a pet? But you said it was specifically for them, right? Well, you know them better than anybody, so if you believe this would suit them, then it probably will.

Without a second thought, Umbra takes the collar to a mirror. They awkwardly use the reflection to try to wrap the collar around their neck and poke the prong through the holes. Once it's in place, Umbra stares at their reflection for a moment. Well, as long as MC is happy.

"MC. I've tried it on. Do you like it?"

Your bright red face is answer enough.

[rxsilabeth--er]

Hiya ! Would you do a wolfstar x fem!reader where reader is sick and both boys take care of her ?? Please, also <3

:: The sick and the dicks.

Now calling....Author: "Hello, thank you for this request!! I adore it so much!! Made specifically for my friend @skyrigel. I adore them!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "The upsurge of sudden sickness in Hogwarts after a series of heavy rains lead to you being stuck in bed, the hospital wing filled with Madame Pomfrey running around, so you're left to your own devices..Which are your two boyfriends."

Now calling....Warnings: "Sickness. Underage smoking and drinking. cigarettes. Very badly made soup. throwing up (for emetophobic folks like me out there), cursing?

The heavy rain was not stopping at all, as Remus used his wand to turn the page of his book, his other hand simply moving in circles to move a spoon over cauldron filled with soup, which was placed atop makeshift...fire, as one would say, because there was no stove.

You on the other hand were dying from sickness as Sirius kept rambling your ears off by telling how Marlene was being a bitch to him today.

"And she the AUDACITY to tell me my hair look greasy when she hasn't washed hers in two wee-",

"Okay, enough, Pads...You're gonna yap 'em to death" Remus said sighing as he continued to move his finger in circles in the air to stir the pot of soup, which honestly makes you and Remus grimace a bit at the sight of..

There was water, salt, chicken?? and a few other stuff, you weren't sure..it definitely did not look like a soup and Sirius does not have the comprehension of what is food and what is not because his mum barely gave him nice food...

But Sirius decided it was a "magical" recipe, pun intended, and it'll heal you up. so after a while, Sirius took the soup and poured it, as you and Remus looked at each other, "Oh hell no.."

"Uhm, Sirius. Why don't you go get some lemonade for poppet? Hm?" Remus suggests removing the strip of wet cloth he tied around your house to soak it in water again to calm your fever as you hoped he'd take it and leave this abomination of a soup.

"Hm, Sure!" he said, hurriedly walking out as Remus soaked the cloth in water before squeezing as much water as possible before tying it on your forehead again, just as Sirius came back, "Oh..yeah, I didn't tell ya'...Kitchen's close off cause one or two of the house elves have gotten sick".

oh fuck....

Remus only looked at you, not even bothering to assure you he can save you and turned around, stopping the spoon and lighting himself a cigarette to forget the interaction that was going to occur as Sirius sat in front of you, holding the bowl of whatever concoction he brewed while you smiled,

"Actually, I feel so much better now-", "you'll feel BETTERER!" Sirius said, smiling widely as he held the bowl to you, making you almost hurl your stomach and intestines out from the smell,

"Uh, I don-",

"Yes, you do need it!!"

"bu-" "MORE BUTTER IN THE SOUP?!"

"....No.."

You smiled awkwardly, trying not to show your disgust as Remus only prayed to god to let his two lovers survive until he can marry them and asks god to take care of you, if this is your last day here, as you hold the bowl to your lips, closing your nose.

Pinching your nose shut as to not breath in or out, you began drinking it, almost feeling your stomach get worse within seconds, but you held it in, drinking it while Sirius watched with starry eyes in delight. In his eyes, you were getting fixed, in your eyes...you were going to throw up and die...

Stop your breathing, you swallowed it down..oh god, it felt like soft squishy bug guts doing down, swinging down your throat and you hold your breath to not gag infront of Sirius as you kept a smile while Remus as honestly crying.

He couldn't even turn to you two without crying for you, incase you died...

Somehow you finished as Sirius put the bowl away after Remus somehow convinced him, it was enough and he didn't need to feed you the entire bowl. You laid back, wiping your mouth as you chewed on some cucumber to take out the smell, sighing in relief.. It was that bad, honestly, as you let out a soft hiccup, which let out thee aftertaste of the soup..you had no idea why you were being so-

And you felt your throat constrict as you emptied out your stomach's content on the floor...onto James' jumper... great, while Remus and Sirius froze. Your breath finally felt happy while you felt like you should cry at the state of the sweater, you were gonna say something-

And suddenly James came in, smiling and bright, "Black and Evans smiled at me-" his eyes fell onto the jumper with vomit, and his smiled faded and that glint came onto it, "who did this?"

And you sighed, you had no choice but to admit it..

Your hand flew up and pointed at SIRIUS, while Remus did the same, "this bastard threw up after tasting his horrible soup, after we told him no" Remus said and now you two were left snuggling against each other while Sirius was being dragged out by a livid James,

"YOU BOTH ARE SUCH FUCKING DICKS!"...

"Sorry, Sirius.." you and Remus didn't feel sorry..

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[dervaaas]

Treatment is not the reason, the main thing is to eat well.

Character: Jiaoqiu

Synopsis: Being a cloud knight is hard, especially if you get injured after battles. But how good it is that there is a healer who will heal and feed!

Wn: If there are any, please tell me!

F!Reader!

English is not my native language! That's why I tried to avoid game terms. Written before 2.4!

P.S. It didn't turn out what I planned, but the reader ate delicious.

The girl was a frequent visitor to his office. This is already a familiar environment. It was difficult to be on the front line in the fight against infected mara, and it was impossible to exclude any injuries.

Today is no exception. After a long battle, Y/N breaks into his office with the words: "Jiaoqiu, cook me something!". To which he sighs and puts down his brush.

"You finished earlier than I expected," Jiaoqiu gets up from his seat and walks over to the girl and gestures for her hand. Without hesitation, she stretches out her hand and watches as he measures her pulse and thus monitors the work of her other organs. — Apart from the abrasions, you have nothing serious. Why did you come?

— And I was hoping so, — the girl said it more to herself than to him. — I wanted to eat delicious food.

— To eat? Huh, I can cook something for the abrasions, but you know you can't eat it. Jiaoqiu smiles at her when he sees her droop after he finished his words. He grins and slaps her on the head before continuing, "If that's what you want, I can feed you that way."

The girl immediately jumps up from her seat, as if not believing his words. He just smiles and walks over to a rack with a lot of drawers. He gets the ingredients he needs from there, cuts them up, puts everything in a small pot, fills it with water and stirs it.

Jiaoqiu puts the pot on the fire, waves his fan, and a pleasant smell wafts throughout the room. The man does not pay attention to how Y/N is already sleeping on the couch. Perhaps she would be praising the way he was once again creating a culinary masterpiece.

Taking the pot off the fire, he puts it on the table and pours the soup into a plate. He also made tea. It is not particularly different from the usual one, but has a better healing effect. He wanted to give her the ointment right away, but changed his mind. Because another idea came to his mind.

— Y/N, everything is ready. When he gets no answer, he turns around, but sees her sleeping on the couch near the entrance. Sighing heavily, he walks up to her and pokes her on the cheek. He chuckles a little when she squirms at his touch. But she opens her eyes anyway. — Go ahead.

— Oh, good! — Y/N jumps up from his seat and goes to the table, where everything is ready. I'm ready to be treated by you for the rest of my life!

— I'm not sure that you come here specifically for treatment. Jiaoqiu laughs when she sees her face, as if she's been caught red—handed. Which, in principle, it is.

— Mm.. Who knows. — The girl smiles at him, but he does not respond to this, only raises an eyebrow at her words. Y/N sits down at the table and starts eating the soup he has prepared. If she had the same ears and tail as Jiaoqiu, they would show how happy she is now to try something delicious.

— Is it that delicious? The fox smiles at her.

— Very much! You can't imagine how! — Y/N finishes the last portion and washes it down with a glass of tea that was brewed by a man. But she starts to feel like everything is starting to burn in her mouth. — Jiaoqiu, why did it become so sharply acute?

"You'll know how to distract me from my work for nothing." Jiaoqiu smiles at her as if he hadn't done anything. While the girl is outraged by his actions, he just laughs at her.

He is by no means against such a company and the fact that he is distracted from work. Even if his position in the commission depended on it, he would not miss a single moment to make a person smile just at the thought that the food would be prepared by none other than Jiaoqiu, a healer from Yaoqing.

[ariadne-karloff]

Random headcanons

Food.

Creed doesn't have a lot of control when eating: he eats like it's the first time in ages, and could be the last. He basically inhales the food, actually enjoying it only after he's eaten enough and or feels safe. He could keep eating indefinitely if you put food in front of him, no restraints, no shame, just a void to be filled. His healing factor helps him battling the nausea and the too full part. If he's by himself, he then nap the hell out of all that food. The presence of food, even still alive, gets him sidetracked and he needs to refocus on the task at hand.

Sleep.

He sleeps curled up, or half curled, with his head on his arms. If he's sleeping with someone, the someone becomes a teddy bear. He secretly loves being the small spoon but it's very difficult to find someone big enough. But with his past lovers they found a way: he stays face down and they sleep literally on him. Apparently it was Mystique the first to think of it, but Victor remembers someone else, heavier than her, and with the scent of clear waters and snow and forests. He runs hot, but if he can, he sleeps hidden in blankets, still trying to banish the cold he felt when he was in the cellar and during the first winter he was alone outside.

Mental Health.

The Canon: He never left that house, as he said himself. There's the mini "Spider-Man. Punisher. Sabretooth: Designer Genes" where he basically says he has PTSD. In another one, "It comes with the claws" (it's a Daredevil issue if I remember well) it seems he's not completely grounded, and he doesn't know what to do with people (and specifically women. He takes one and he's very gentle and careful but doesn't know what to do with her).

The headcanon: his mental health is highly challenged because of his upbringing. When he was prisoner in the cellar, he lost a great part of his ability to understand people and the notions he had, leaving him extremely late in what a person should know or feel. He basically lost roughly 3 years (old 90s canon). The solitary confinement is torture and he's been closed there for ages, plus the father hurting him and withholding food. So, yeah, he's weird and has a LOT of problems. Since he tried to get help but people said he didn't deserve it, he chose to be not conforming and accept that "normals" will never accept him for what he is, but he push it in their faces.

He def has ADHD and he's not in tune with emotions. As a defensive mechanism he shares false facts about his misdeeds to create a different picture of himself, and this is the same reason behind some of his taunts.

His Mother

As you may have read on my stories, his mother tried to protect him. She couldn't help him because of the abusive husband, and also cultural setting, but she loved him dearly, and tried to do all that she can. She gave him all the food she can hide from her husband and also blankets or things to keep him warm, and she talked to him. She also cleaned him and his small place, trying to keep it as clean as possible. One of his most treasured memories it's her using warm water and a soft cloth to clean him, and then letting him sleep a bit on her. Her arms were the safest place on earth for a long, long time. So yeah, I'm following the canon in which he spared her, after killing his father. She kept him safe even knowing he was completely deranged and out of his mind. She would have kept him with her, but Victor was restless and needed to get away from everything and go deep in the woods.

Queer.

He def isn't straight and he also is "age blind". For the "not straight part" it's the comics fault. He's queer coded to the bone. In some issue he's pictured like one of those "bisexual evil characters", but nothing is clearly stated (as it's pretty common).

Clean.

He can't stand being dirty. He washes as soon as possible, and he does that even when running free in the Canadian forests. He wouldn't have a strong scent because it's dangerous and helps finding you. Many people think he stinks because he doesn't smell of chemical products, and also after battle who would smell like flowers?! No one.

He's an asshole.

Absolutely an asshole. He's snarky, pushy, talks too much about the wrong things, tries to boast himself and he's too loud. He also tends to vanish up north without saying anything to anyone to recharge his batteries. But kids weirdly feel safe with him, so probably he's not so bad. Even if he sometimes says he eats them for fun (like the cats, he doesn't eat them, there's not enough to eat, not even as snacks)

[geeeemmmmmmm]

Vanilla and Cinnamon

A/N:If anyones seen "Friends" specifically that one episode where Monica takes a bath and convinces Chandler to get in and he really loves it. That was my inspo for this, as always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

Summary:You finally convince Loki to get into one of the fancy bathes you had made.

WC:870?

Warnings:Mentions of nudity, fluff

David always knew you liked taking baths. All the fancy bath salts or bombs—he didn't really know what you did to make your baths, because you only took them when he was out on a case, so when he came back, you didn't have to spend time away from him, even if just for the night. You were relaxing in the water that you perfected to the perfect temperature, still nice and hot, just not enough to be uncomfortably hot, while you inhaled, sinking further into the water, taking in the sweet scents of the vanilla bath bomb while it complemented the cinnamon bath salts that felt like heaven on your muscles. The music you had playing was almost soothing you to sleep as you just shut your eyes, hoping David would be home soon. And somehow, the moment that thought popped into your head, you heard soft footprints entering the house.

It was a routine set in stone for when David came home while you were having a bath. He'd knock and come in to give you a kiss, then leave you to finish up in there while he got changed into some sweatpants and got ready for bed. But tonight, when he came in to kiss you, you immediately noticed how dirty he was as he came in.

"Dave, get in here, you're disgusting," you giggled against his lips.

"No, no, it's fine, I'll shower later," he replied with a huff, sad that you pulled your head back to really see how dirty he was. While he's been working hard on finding those two girls that went missing, Anna and Joy, you don't know what made him get so dirty, but you just protested,

"Get in here, Loki. Might as well, the bath's still warm." Plus, you didn't mind seeing him in nothing.

He grumbled as he quickly undressed and reluctantly got in with you.

"See? Not that bad in here, huh?" you mused out loud to him, only to surprisingly hear a "Yea, it's not that bad" from him.

"Least I cleaned myself up before he got in," you thought to yourself, before you got straight to work instructing him to turn around as you grabbed a washcloth, put some soap on it, and got to work scrubbing off the dirt. You let your eyes stray a little as you washed him, but hey. When you really paid attention, you swore a little "purr" of sorts was coming from your boyfriend. As you realized this, you held back a laugh, just happy you could provide some comfort for a man who hadn't had this type of love before.

"There, done!" you exclaimed, looking at your handiwork on how clean you managed to get him again.

"Oh, wait, here," you mumbled as you put the washcloth on his face, watching his eyes twitch no matter what. But through his twitch, he had such a lovesick puppy expression on his face as he just leaned into you more, not wanting to say anything because frankly, nothing he could say would describe his love for you.

"Thank you, baby," came a mumble from him sleepily, and you just kissed him in reply.

The drain gurgled as you both climbed out, dried off, and you went different ways as you fetched some nice, cozy pajama shorts and one of David's tees that was nice and oversized on you, while he just grabbed some of his fuzzy sweatpants you got him. He swore he didn't need fuzzy ones, but you knew he secretly loved them.

You hopped into bed, admiring how David dried off his hair, looking handsome as always.

"Got staring problems, have we?" he chuckled as your face went red, and you stuttered, getting out,

"Don't know what you're talking about," while he just laughed and followed it up with,

"Think I didn't see you looking at me like that in the bath?" as he came over to get into bed. You couldn't help but laugh at the fact you weren't as slick as you thought with him.

You let a sigh fall out of you as you crawled onto your boyfriend's chest, taking in his new scent of vanilla and cinnamon, watching him as he grabbed your face and just gazed into your eyes, letting his eyes twitch. He never showed it, but he was quite insecure about his tics. But he never found himself caring about them when he was with you.

"Gonna kiss me or not?" you asked him, already leaning forward for him to kiss you, as he just smiled and gave you a peck on the lips.

A yawn escaped your mouth as you laid back down below his chin.

"You should join me in the bath more, it was nice," you mumbled sleepily.

"Think I will, Love," he mumbled back.

You both fell asleep in each other's embraces. This was the love David had always wanted, and this was the love you've always wanted to be able to show someone.

From that night onwards, David always made sure to be extra early home just to be extra spoiled by you, and you made sure to always show your love for him at any extra chance you had.

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