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Winner of the poll, Baba Yaga House - Convenience store edition :3

[97keanu]

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Dave Lizewski x Succubi!Reader

Premise: Dave, Todd, and Marty have been laughing about doing a demonic ritual for Halloween. They text back and forth via Skype about how silly it is that there's so many fake rituals online. Todd gets the bright idea of looking into the deep web for some really funny ones, and ends up sending Dave a link for a ritual to 'try'. Thinking it's just bullshit, Dave goes ahead and performs the ritual, but it may turn out to be more real than he thought...

Tags/CW: all characters are 18+, succubi!reader, demonic!reader, nerdy!Dave, blood, demonic rituals, smut, demonic sex, switch!reader, Dom leaning!Reader, sub!Dave, virgin!Dave, p in v, doggy, surprising dom!Dave, chubby!reader, thick!reader, slutty!reader, c*mslut!reader, oral (Dave receiving), oral (reader receiving), raw.

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Just like any Friday night, Dave was at home. He is set up at his computer, complete with snacks and the biggest bottle of Mountain Dew he could find at the convenience store. His room is dark, save for the blue light of the screen being his beacon in the dark October night. His glasses glint with the screens reflection as he watches memes on youtube because there's nothing better to do. He checks his Skype after hearing that familiar ping! and takes a big swig of his drink.

Todd and Marty are currently laughing over finding out that some parts of the internet think you can actually summon a demon. Dave watches as they type back and forth quizzically before responding himself.

[Dave]: People really think that shit works?

[Marty]: Guess so...and I thought we did some pathetic shit on the internet.

[Todd]: Right, I mean the one I'm looking at now says: "How to summon a Succubus."

[Todd]: These nerds are so lonely they think they can magically conjure up a woman to fuck them, it's actually kind of sad at that point...

[Marty] Damn, maybe that's what Dave needs so he can finally get some pussy for once

[Dave] As if you aren't already looking into how to do it, Marty. I just know from how much you play WoW that you have some sick monster girl fantasies.

[Todd] Actually, I'm with Marty on this one, you should try the ritual and get back to us. I think you'd be less of a dickhead if you finally got some.

Dave stares at the screen in discontent. He hates when his friends make fun of him for being a virgin, which makes no sense to Dave because they're not getting any either. Todd claims that the reason it's different is because at least Todd tries to give an air of not being a virgin, and Marty got to 2nd base in freshmen year with one of the chess team girls. Dave however, according to Todd and Marty, is a quintessential virgin.

So, when Todd sends a sketchy link that Dave is almost certain will end up being a screamer or malware, he decides to click it anyways, on the off chance it actually is a way to get a demon babe to fuck you.

To Dave's surprise, it isn't a fake out. It's a forum, from what part of the web, Dave is unsure. He hasn't seen a site like this before, and from a quick glance, the people talking in it are serious. He reads as users of the forum detail a ritual, and how each of them have modified it until supposedly it worked. Dave still feels pretty skeptical about it, but it seems like everyone in this forum really believes this, and that alone is enough that Dave feels a slight chill.

Dave hears another ping! and when he clicks back to Skype, Todd and Marty are once again, egging him on about it. He tries to ignore it, not sending anything back as he begins writing down what the forum suggests. Dave hears the familiar sound of an incoming call, and reluctantly answers it. Dave watches as the screen-glowed faces of Todd and Marty join his.

"So, are you going to do it?" Marty says with a snort.

"Yeah, c'mon Dave, we wanna watch and see if it's real!" Todd looks very enthusiastic about all of this, but of course, he's safe from any harm behind the screen.

"Fine, I'll do your stupid ritual and show you how dumb it is." Dave grumbles, finally giving in to the idea fully.

Todd and Marty are pumped, and Dave let's them know he has to go gather some things from the list. He mutes and turns off his camera before trekking out of his room for the first time that night to look for what the ritual calls for, or the best things he can find.

Dave scoures the house and ends up finding most of what he needs. He steals five candles from his Dad, who is surprisingly into collecting Bath and Body Works scents. He gathers cinnamon and basil from the kitchen cabinet, and is surprised to see there is actually a bundle of lavender on the wall for decoration. He finishes his hunt by grabbing a piece of white chalk from leftover summer days when he was younger, and a needle from his mom's old sewing kit.

Dave races back up to his attic room, ready to get this over with, and tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. A part of him worries if it will work. A deeper part of him wonder if it was even remotely possible that he could actually get laid tonight, demonic or otherwise.

"Alright, I got what it says..." Dave turns on the mic and camera and tells his friends. They seem interested, and urge him to continue. Dave sets the webcam up so they can see more of his room, particularly the bed and the wooden floor before it.

He gets started, making a pentagram and tracing the runes that the website said to put. It doesn't take long before he has what looks like a legit summoning circle, to his surprise. He continues as Todd and Marty watch carefully, and Dave notices that they aren't joking as much as before the more he continues. He wonders how much they think this will really work, or if this is an elaborate prank to make him do all this work in a desperate attempt to have sex. He hopes neither of them are screen recording the most.

Dave lights each candle, placing them on a pentagram point, then sprinkling a bit of each herb to each candle. He looks back to the paper he has the instructions on and confirms that the next part he will have to draw blood.

"I guess it calls for blood now, guys..." Dave says, uneasily, glancing back to the screen for validation.

"I thought you said after the accident you couldn't feel much pain?" Todd asks, and Marty nods along.

"We've come this close, better just finish it up and see if it really works..." Marty quietly adds, shifting in his seat.

"I don't know what you mean by 'we'..." Dave grumbles, but grabs the sewing needle.

They were right, it won't hurt that much to prick his finger for Dave. Somehow, despite knowing the pain wasn't really an issue, Dave's heart began to pick up. The wind outside his window seemed to disappear as he carefully begun poking his finger, the blood swelling up and slipping down it. Todd and Marty were completely silent as they watched Dave add a drop to each point, Dave speaking the Latin he had wrote down for the ritual. As he neared the last line and last point, he felt something in the room shift. The energy made the hair on his neck stand up, and the candles flickered despite the lack of airflow. Dave hesitated as he began to finish the ritual, his stomach fluttering with nerves.

There was only one way to see if any of that was real or not, though. And Dave wasn't about to chicken out in front of his friends, he hated facing embarrassment like that from them because it would last for months. Besides, it was unlikely anything would happen and he could go back and goad Todd for thinking it would work. Dave smiled for a second thinking of how he could get back at him, then found the confidence to continue.

He spoke the last line, his drop of blood falling onto the last sigil. Dave watched as it sat there, and for a few moments, nothing moved.

"I told you, Todd! Nothing was going to happen-" Dave yelled back at the screen with a smirk, then paused.

He saw the sigil soak up the blood, moving the liquid by an unknown force. A faint glow of red began to take hold of the shape. Todd and Marty could barely tell through their cameras, but watched in anticipation, wondering why their friend stopped gloating. Dave stepped out of the circle, almost tripping into his bed. As he exited the circle, the wind picked up, blowing harshly into his room. He heard Todd and Marty begin chattering, asking what was happening, as one of the candles fell over, sparking a ring of fire around the pentagram.

Dave tried to move, tried to do anything, knowing he should put out the flame, but he was speechless as he watched the ring bend shape into that of a heart. Dave blinked, trying to will the images before him away, unable to process what was happening. As he was almost able to regain the ability to move, your portal opened up.

You had been watching hungrily as the young man completed your ritual, smelling the virginity on him from your realm, and wanting a taste of his sweet essence. You floated out of the portal, your tiny, pink bat-like wings fluttering. You watched as Dave's eyes grew ever larger at the sight of you. You who was practically naked, a string of bikini covering only the most sacred of bits. Your pink skin glowed in the dim light of his computer, and the horns on your head gleamed. You could hear the sounds of boys fawning over you from the computer, and glanced over with a sharpness in your Amaranth colored eyes.

"You brought me here to an audience, I see..." Your voice, dripping with honey-like sweetness, yet your demonic undertones rumbled through out.

Dave could barely speak. He looked up at you to where he had fallen into the end of his bed with fear and, to his dismay, a hardening cock clearly beginning to struggle against his jeans. He could barely believe any of it.

Maybe he had fallen when the fire broke out and hit his head, or perhaps the fumes from the smoke were making him see things, but no. You really were in his bedroom, a burning heart breaking way to the hottest creature he had ever laid eyes on.

His eyes trailed your curves, enjoying the plumpness and the way the straps of your bikini could barely hold how thick you were. He thought he might just cum in his pants right then as you turned, your ass so juicy and cute, your tail flicking with mischief. He watched as you stepped out of the circle, walking over to the computer. As you got closer, bending over and giving Dave a wonderful view, the computer began to glitch.

"It seems my magic prevents me from using such a contraption..." You whisper to yourself, and Dave opens his mouth to speak, but cannot find the words. "No matter. If you wish for these humans to watch as I take you, then so be it."

The thought of Todd and Marty watching him lose his virginity made his stomach turn, and Dave finally was able to jump to his feet, rushing towards the computer as you left it to float over to the bed. He could hear Todd and Marty trying to dissuade him from turning off the webcam, obviously eager to see what comes next even if it is their closest friend.

"Wait, Dave!" They said almost in unison as Dave began shutting it down.

"Sorry guys! Busy! Bye!" Dave uttered, the words the first thing that he could think of to say. He ended the call and turned off his computer in record time, turning to face you, who was now laid out on the bed with a sensual stare.

"So, they call you Dave?" You purred, your pink eyes glowing in the darkness of Dave's room.

The firey summoning circle has died down to a crisp ember in the floor. Dave didn't want to think about how he would have to explain that to his dad later. Instead, he couldn't help but to be entranced by you, walking forward slowly, unsure, but knowing he wants you.

"Y-yeah, that's, um, my name..." Dave speaks shyly, a nervous hand ruffling his dark curls at the back of his head.

"Cute...I'd tell you my name, but I don't think you would understand my demonic language." You tease him, bringing up a finger and curling it to signal Dave to come closer.

Dave gulps, and takes a few steps further, then stops. Even if this is all just a gas leak induced dream, he still felt the need to make sure that he was safe.

"Wh-what are you going to, uh, do to me?" He forces the words out.

"Nothing you don't want, Dave." You lay back, your pink tits falling just so, looking perfectly round and soft. Dave can't help but get caught up in them.

"But, you're a d-demon right?" He has to blink and look away to keep talking, his cock is distracting him too much when he looks at you.

"A succubi, yes... Is that a problem?"

"Aren't demons, like, supposed to be, um, really bad and stuff?" He hates how ridiculous and nerdy he sounds trying to figure this all out, but he's so nervous he can barely speak naturally.

"Depends on what you view as bad." You begin, a hand lazily playing with the strap of your bikini on your thigh, snapping it. Dave watches as your thighs jiggle temptingly.

"If you think sex is a sin, then maybe I would be bad. That was very common back in the day. The world seems to have grown a bit, but we still get summons from hunters who hate us. You don't happen to be a demon hunter, do you Dave?" You know he's not, but it's fun to see him sweat a little.

"N-no, absolutely not..." Dave stutters out, then clears his throat. "But, what do you want to do to me?"

"Well, I thought you knew the answer to that, seeing as it was you who summoned me." You giggle a bit, the sound like to soft bells. "Usually, this works as a symbiotic relationship. You get to fuck me, and I get to devour that delicious sexual energy you've been hoarding..."

"H-hoarding?"

"Oh yes, your virginity at such an age is less common nowadays. It will be very, very tasty to suck all of that pent up sexual frustration out of you..." You wink at him, and Dave's already hot cheeks darken a deeper shade of red.

"But, will that hurt me?" Dave whispers, the temptation to give in so strong he has started coming closer and closer.

"Only if you care that you'll be extremely tired afterward. But sex makes most people tired, doesn't it?" Dave thinks he's heard that before, but he wouldn't really know either way. The offer sounds like a good deal though, he could take being tired.

"And you won't do anything I won't like?"

"Not a chance."

Dave stops at the foot of the bed, looking down at you sexy form. He never thought he would ever have a girl in his bed, laid out, wanting him. He couldn't have guessed that girl would be a hot succubi like yourself. He takes one last moment to decide, and his cock overrides all better judgements.

Dave nods at you, accepting, and you smile, your tiny fangs cutely peeking out from behind your soft, plump lips. You move, cat-like and sensual, getting on all fours and meeting Dave at the edge of the bed. You place a hand on his hard cock, and he breathes out a shuttering breath, the touch warm and inviting.

"I suppose we should start by freeing up such a large cock..." You look up as you speak, your eyelashes batting.

Dave groans as you unzip his jeans, his mind reeling from the fact that you called his cock big. He didn't think he would ever hear a girl tell him that, and now here you are, looking up with your heart shaped pupils as if Dave's the sexiest man around.

Truth is, you do think he's quite sexy. Sure, he's obviously a comic book nerd, that much was sure from one look at his room. But, those big blue eyes and that sweetheart, shy smile were quite charming. You're honestly surprised that no one else has already used this boy up. Oh well, more of his fat cock for you.

You watch as it flops out, and you're even more surprised by how big and girthy it is when it's been unleashed from his jeans. You stare up at him with lustful, glowing eyes, taking his cock slowly in your hands, and for a moment you think he might just cum from that. As you continue to slowly stroke his cock, you can sense how horny he is, and are surprised by the level. Maybe he will make an acceptable sex partner after all. You haven't found someone who can keep up with you yet, at least not enough for you to visit more than once.

You slowly slide his jeans and underwear down, his mess of curls at the base of his cock meeting your hand as you fully stroke him. He leans his head back, his eyes scrunched up from trying to keep himself from cumming too soon. You bite your lip, ready to give his cock a taste.

Your warm mouth engulfs the tip of Dave's cock, filling up more of your mouth than you imagined. Dave moans out from the sudden warmth, and his hips gently buck for more as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock gently, teasing him. You feel his cock begin to leak, even after such little contact, and you lap it up happily, feeling the sexual energy begin to energize you.

"P-please..." Dave barely gets out as you continue to tease. "I can't take much more,"

You look up at him, taking your mouth off and giving him a breather. You flip over, so your breasts are facing him, and open your mouth as your head dangles gently off the bed.

"Fuck my mouth, Dave..." You command, and it doesn't take anything else for Dave to nod and listen.

He gently places his cock in your mouth, slowly rocking his hips in, going shallowly in and out. You reach a hand between your own legs, feeling your wetness from the outside of your bikini, and placing with your pussy on top of it. You reach a hand up to his thigh and without warning to him, push, making his cock dive deep into your throat.

His muscles tense and he let's out a loud whimper, not moving because he knows he will burst in your mouth right now if he does. You enjoy the feeling of your throat being so full, feeling his cock twitching and aching to cum in there. You feel him slowly begin to move again, taking deeper and deeper thrusts with the help of your guiding hand. You feel a bit surprised by his sudden boldness when he reaches down, and grabs a handful of your tits. You're moaning along, happy he is getting the hang of this.

You take his cock with ease, that's what you were made for after all, but that doesn't stop how horny it makes you to have a throat full of such a big cock like his. You love the way it chokes you when he dips in as deep as he can go, your spit slipping down the sides of your mouth. The feeling of being used in such a way as your pussy tingling, and you can't wait to have Dave's fat cock fill you up there too.

"Fuck...I'm so close to cumming..." You hear him whisper, and you're not worried at all that he will cum so quickly. You're a demon, after all, you have your ways of getting a cock hard again, and you don't plan on letting Dave go on only a fifteen minute throat fuck.

Dave can hardly believe how good this feels. Or the fact that he, someone who no other girl would even look at because he's such a shy nerd, gets to fuck someone like you. He feels so powerful right now too, being able to fuck you in throat, and no matter how much he tests how hard he can go, you take it with ease. His hands play with your breasts, and he slips a hand under the fabric of your bikini. He's surprised to find your nipples are pierced, but the idea turns him on even more. He softly twists them, earning him a moan from you every time, which only goes directly to his cock. He isn't sure how much longer he can hold it. He wants to explore so much more of your body, but he needs to cum so badly it hurts.

You feel Dave's cock swell in your throat, and you're sure he can see the lump he's leaving from the outside. He shudders as he tries to drag this out, attempting to save himself for more of your body, but he knows he can't stop himself. Dave cuts off one of your pretty little moans by jolting his cock hard and fast deep into your throat, spilling over and filling you up. You can barely breathe, and the hot liquid tries to choke you, but you're no amateur. You happily swallow all of Dave's seed as it twitches out inside of you.

Dave carefully pulls his cock from your throat, and your smile up at him, cum slipping down the side of your mouth. You use a hand to quickly get it in your mouth, his sexual essence most powerful there. Dave watches as your eyes glow a bit more strongly after swallowing so much cum.

"You really did suck the life out of me, huh..." Dave says wearily, feeling the effects of your succubus powers.

You sit up and smile, nodding to his question. You feel the energy making you more awake, but you're still hungry for him.

Dave sits on the bed next to you and you lean into him. You let your hands pull off his shirt, and explore his body, your kisses to his neck, biting and sucking softly.

"I'm not sure I can..." Dave begins, but when your hand reaches down to touch his cock, he's surprised at how easy he gets hard again. You giggle into his neck, his curls tickling your face.

"How did you..." He asks, his voice full of wanton.

"A perk of spending the night with a succubi," you whisper into his ear. "Is that were finished, when I say were finished..."

Dave feels your voice against his ear, and he shudders, a chill from how good it feels to be touched by your taking over his body.

"Tell me Dave, what else would you like tonight?" You whisper as you stroke his cock back to life.

"I um..." Dave's cheeks heat up as he thinks about one of his biggest fantasies, the feeling of you stroking him not helping to keep his mind straight. "I actually...would love if you would let me eat you out..."

Dave whimpers out his request, and you're surprised the second time tonight. Most men that summon you can only think of themselves, but you're turned on by the fact that Dave seems to love giving just as much as he likes receiving.

You pull him back with you, laying onto your back, and letting Dave get in between your legs. You keep his head by yours so you can kiss those big, luscious lips of his, and he happily receives them. You guide him down your neck, to your breasts where you let his mouth explore for a while. You arch your back into him, your tits so sensitive to his touch. Dave sucks on them, pulling them together even and getting both nipples in his mouth. He remembers seeing that in a porn flick once, and he gets ever harder as he realizes how good it feels to do so. What feels the best right now, is hearing your moans as he pleases you. Dave's always loved the idea of giving, of making you feel so good, and the fact that it's him who's able to please a woman turns him on the most. He wonders what other moves he can try on you.

Finally he slips his head between your juicy thighs, taking both and squeezing them, pushing your legs against his face. You see what he wants and laugh a little, putting more pressure to smush his head between your thighs. He seems to love the feeling, and when you release him, he looks up at you with such love and lust in his eyes. You pull your tiny bikini, now soaked with your wetness, to the side, and let Dave get a good look at your cute little pussy.

"God, you look so gorgeous..." He whispers, not realizing he's thinking his thoughts out loud. He's already so intoxicated by you, and he wonders how much of it is natural and how much of it is your demonic influence. Then he looks into your cute eyes and he doesn't care.

He leans in, inhaling your scent before lapping up your pussy with a flat tongue. He already loves how you taste, and while he's surprised by the taste as it is his first time, he also finds it so strangely enjoyable. He picks up the pace, your breathing changing with it, and you give him praise while he gives you head.

"You're such a good boy for me, Dave..." And suddenly, Dave feels as if he's doing what he's supposed to. He loves being praised for doing such a good job, and he had no idea that your soft whimpers and approval were so poignant. He takes your thighs and pulls you into himself, his mouth working harder to make you feel good.

He tries to remember techniques he had, of course, searched for. He didn't know when he might need to know how to eat pussy, so he tried searching various reddits and wikihows to make sure he would do a good job. He swirls his tongue around your clit, and teases it the way you teased his cock. You enjoy the feeling, loving how he explores what feels good for you, and how he listens to your commands and moans to do just that.

Dave laps up all of your pussy, exploring more than just your clit, and looking up at you with his big blues pussy drunk. He remembers one tip, and tries it, putting his whole mouth over your clit and sucking. You moan out, arching your back into him and gripping his curls. He can't believe how good it feels to have his hair gripped like that, and soon enough your bobbing his head in the perfect motion, using his mouth up to your liking.

Dave's glasses begin fogging over and getting in the way, so between breaths he plucks them off and tosses them away, uncaring what happens to them. He's too busy with the euphoria you're giving him. He feels his cock against the bed, so hard. He is practically humping the bed to get some friction down there while his head keeps in time with the motions you guide. You feel yourself getting closer and closer.

"Put your fingers inside me, Dave..." You command with a husky voice, and Dave doesn't hesitate.

He wets his fingers by licking the first two, and slowly plays with your hole, easing himself inside of you. He can't believe how warm it is, and he slowly curls them like he read about. You moan out, his fingers are so long and thick.

"More..." You breathe. "Harder..."

Dave complies, giving you anything you ask for, completely taken by your spell, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel him finally hit that perfect spot inside you, and you practically scream out.

"Yes! Right there, right there!" You whine, your legs shaking and your hands a mess in his curls. Dave doesn't let up, and instead brings you over the edge, letting you buck into his face and hand.

He watches as you come for him, whining out his name, and he feels as if he may just cum himself against the bed. He only pulls up and stops when you tell him to, looking up at you, breathless and lips wet. He looks dazed and satisfied with himself, and you look at him with a similar expression. Your eyes glow and take in the experience, and soon enough you're already aching for his cock again.

Dave can hardly stand it himself, all of his thoughts are on how badly he needs to finish fucking you. He doesn't wait to see what you do next, he feels way too primal to do so. Instead, in his sex drunken state, he moves up, bringing his cock to meet your pussy. He taps it in your wetness, before playing with your folds, making you bite your lip with want.

"Fuck me, Dave..." You whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull him in.

Dave doesn't need to be told twice. He slips his cock down, your pussy wet and like satin, smoothly and slowly pressing himself inside of you. You can take his cock, but that doesn't mean you can't feel his girth stretching you and his length filling you to the brim. Dave settles his cock into the warmth of your pussy and for a second he wonders if this is what heaven feels like.

He thinks to take it slow, but when he looks up at your eyes, he knows. He slips back out slowly, almost pulling all the way out, before pounding back in with force, testing out how hard he's allowed to fuck you. Turns out, you like it pretty damn hard. Soon enough, he's fucking your tight little cunt so hard your tits are bouncing uncontrollably, and your moans are reverberating off the walls. Dave's very happy he's the only one home right now, but he's sure at this point even the neighbors know.

Dave get's caught up in the moment, and grips your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He pull you up so his cock angles so he can go deep, savoring the way your pussy holds him so firmly. He doesn't know what overcomes him, but he pulls out for a minute, and with strength he didn't know he had, he flips you over. He grabs a handful of your juicy ass, before giving it a slap, and diving right back in.

Your tail flicking with delight as he fucks you from behind, and soon enough he's grabbing a hold of that too, holding it at the thicker base and using it to keep you right where he wants you. Dave fucks you like the dirty cumslut you are, and you love every minute of it. You're panting and looking back at him with eyes that soak up every stroke, enjoying how delicious his sexual energy tastes. You wonder how a succubi could get so lucky as to find suck pure virgin nerdy dick like this. You don't think you can go back to being pleasured by just anyone.

Dave feels you tightening around him, your hand slipping underneath you to find your needy clit, rubbing frantically now to get off.

"You like when I pound you with this cock?" Dave has no idea what has possessed him to say such a thing, usually he's so shy, but right now, he can't help but to dominate you.

"Yes!" You respond, happy to switch roles however your dorky lover wants. "Please fill my pussy up, I need it..."

Dave gets closer and closer as you beg to be his cumdumpster, and you feel yourself beginning to cum again yourself. You feel your muscles stiffen, and your moans get away from you as you cum. Dave can't take it anymore, not with your cunt spasming and tightening all over his cock. He fills you up with his own groan, pounding his cum deeper and deeper with every stroke.

You feel yourself being so full, of Dave's cum, cock, and essence. You look back at him, completely taken away by how good of a fuck he is. When Dave is finished filling you up, he pulls out, carefully. His breaths hard and his body sweaty. He can't help himself, he falls next to you and pulls you close, spooning him from behind.

After the two of you finally settle down, enjoying the silence and the way each others body feels, Dave speaks.

"Not at all what I was expecting for my first time..." His voice is sleepy and deep, sending butterflies into your stomach.

"And what if we did it again sometime...?" You say tentatively, biting your lip.

"Really?" Dave doesn't know what to say, he had no idea that it was possible to see you again.

"You might just become my main meal, if you want to be." You tease and Dave snuggles into your neck.

"Hmm...I think I would like that..." He can hardly keep his eyes open, all the energy having been drained from him.

He gently holds you close, one hand softly thumbing your horns and petting your hair. You usually don't stay this long, but for some reason, you're really enjoying this. You allow your body's exhaustion to take over, relaxing into his arms. Soon enough Dave slips into the best slumber he's ever had, and you follow him.

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Watermelon | Juicy Fruit | Mark

Mark Lee - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~1.6k

Pairing: Mark x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Quickie, Sex in the Bathroom, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: You end up making a bit of a mess with the watermelon…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, and this is the second shortest one…sorry.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

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It was hot. For you, too hot. And it was just your luck that the boys wanted to dick around outside because the weather was nice. Nice? No, it was hot as balls. While they ran around screaming, playing games and throwing stuff, you sat on a canvas camping chair. Your electric fan's batteries had died so you were futilely fanning yourself with a paper plate. Your thighs were sticking together, and your shorts were no help against the chafing. You shuffled again, grunting in discomfort, adjusting your sunglasses since they had slid down your nose from the sweat. Even in the shade of the tree and a slight breeze, it was still much too hot. Mark had offered to run to the convenience store down the road from your rental house and get something to cool you off. Glancing at your phone for the time, you wondered what the hell was taking so long, you were about to melt away.

"Noona~" Chenle called but you couldn't see him. Finally, he and Mark appeared from around the house as they went to the backyard where the rest of your group was. The second youngest had several bags of snacks, but what really caught your attention was what your boyfriend had in his arms. It was to no one's surprise he had somehow acquired a watermelon.

"Finally!" You exhaled harshly and Chenle dashed over to you, digging a cold bottle of water out and you yoinked it from him eagerly, chugging it down and he laughed.

"Slow done, babe." Mark huffed, letting the watermelon wrapped in a mesh settle on the grass near your feet. He watched as a bit of water slipped past your mouth and down your throat, landing on your white tank top, making the fabric darken. Swallowing, he shook his head to focus his attention elsewhere and kneeled near the melon so he could start cutting it.

"Uh, no." You shook your head, taking the knife from Mark that Renjun had brought out.

"I can do it!" He whined and you gave him a deadpan look and he just grumbled. Mark scooted over and you sat next to him, wrapping your legs around the big fruit to hold it in place. That looked even more dangerous than what he was planning, but you didn't keep it like that for long. Once you had dramatically stabbed the knife into the end of the rind, you adjusted and easily and evenly sliced it in half. Everyone watched in amazement as you deftly cut up the melon, laying each quarter of a slice into the big bowl Renjun had also brought out.

"Wow, she actually cut it evenly." Jaemin pointed out, giving Mark a very pointed look. The eldest looked back at him, slightly confused then offended.

"Hey!" He grumbled again and you grabbed a few slices with Mark and put them on a plate. While the rest of them continued to do whatever nonsense they were doing before, you and your boyfriend sat on the grass under the tree to eat the watermelon. Not thinking anything of it, because who would, you started to eat. It was very juicy, and the man's attention kept going back to your collarbone. After a big bite of the fruit, the juice spilled over your bottom lip and ran down your chin, your throat, pooled on your collar bone, then continued down to run into your cleavage. When you took another bite and even more juice spilled out you cringed, sucking in to try and keep it in your mouth.

"Geez." You mumbled, looking for a paper towel or napkin, something, to dry the juice. The pink liquid was already soaking into the white of your tank and luckily your bra was nude. Not only was your face and chest a mess, but your hands had gotten sticky. Mark watched your tongue lick furiously along your bottom lip, trying to get some of the juice off your chin.

"Let's get you cleaned up." You were shocked at the speed of your boyfriend, who had stood, hauling you up with him, and into the rental house. You both barely slipped your sandals off up entering and you were a bit surprised he dragged you toward the bathroom and not the nearby kitchen to get to a sink.

"Where are we going?" you questioned, blinking in shock as he pulled you into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. As you stood near the vanity, hands in the air to avoid getting things stuck to them, you watched in surprise as he pinned you against the sink, his face getting very close. Even though he was your boyfriend, the proximity and intense look on his face made your own warm up red. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the drying juice on your face that was just as sticky as the stuff on your hands. He groaned as you shivered, his lips sealing over your own. Immediately you forgot about your sticky hands, going to the back of his shirt to hold on as he lifted you to rest on the bathroom vanity. You did at least have the subconscious thought to not touch his hair. His own sticky hands had met your waist, sneaking under your flimsy white tank, running his thumb over your smooth skin, it stuttered a bit from the juice. When his tongue entered your mouth, you both tasted the sweet watermelon on each other. A trail of saliva connected your lips when he finally pulled away, both of you panting.

"Fuck." He loved the dazed look that had spread across your face, and his smirked when his lips met your neck and you whined. His tongue ran along the path he had watched the juice flow over the skin, cleaning you off and at the same time heating your skin and core. Your hips jumped up from the counter, your denim covered mound grinding against his cock tenting his swim trunks. Mark continued to suck and nibble at you as he moved to follow that path of the watermelon juice, before your shirt covered the final destination. He pulled back just enough to get it off of you, the white material sticking briefly to his fingers. Yours stuck even more to his shirt as you hauled it off of him. Mark's mouth and tongue traced and nuzzled your breasts as he got your bra unhooked and off. Using his tongue to follow the trail of juice, he diverted at your sternum, sealing his lips over your nipple. You sighed, resting back on the counter so your bare back touched the cold mirror. As your boyfriend focused on the other side, he helped you wiggle your shorts off. You didn't have any panties on since your shorts were so tight, and it was so hot out anyway.

"Fuck… (Y/N)~" You would never get used to way he would moan your name.

"Mark, hurry." You furrowed your brow in playful frustration, trying to reach the waist band of his swim trunks to get them off. He huffed in amusement, having a better reach to do it himself.

"Hurry, hurry~" You nearly bounced in anticipation and his chuckle turned to a groan as he started to sink his cock inside of you. Your body shivered, your hand went to your mouth to try and muffle the pitiful moan you let out as he bottomed out. Like usual, you were soaked for him, making the entry easy.

"Try and stay quiet, baby." He rested his forehead on your shoulder, hands on your hips. You hiccupped when he gave a short but hard thrust, keeping up that pace, rapidly bringing you close to your orgasm already. His pelvis would grind against your clit every time he filled you fully, and your breath hitched each time. He gave a breathless chuckle at how cute you were, not noticing that his thrusts were strong enough to shake the vanity. The ceramic cup holding some toothbrushes rattled each time, growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Damn-" Mark groaned as quietly as he could, pulling your hips to the very edge of the vanity, your back slid down the mirror before landing on the marble. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hand pressed hard over your mouth, the other gripping the bar on the wall that held up the hand towel. Your boyfriend ran his tongue over his smirking bottom lip, enjoying watching you try desperately to stay quiet as he fucked you. He only slightly paused when the cup finally fell over, landing on the tile floor and shattering. It was out of the way, so his hips stuttered a bit, but he continued with a huff when you whined in desperation at the halt.

"Shit, babe-" He groaned, and you moaned as well, feeling your own climax getting closer. You both fell over when he did a final grind against your clit, as deep as he could go, spilling inside of you. The heat of his cum brought you over as well, and you pulled your hand from your mouth, panting quietly.

"S-sorry." Mark suddenly felt guilty for hauling you into the bathroom to fuck while all of your friends were possibly in ear shot.

"Th…that's okay." You gave him a tired smile and he kissed you softly with a giggle. After cleaning up a bit and straightening clothes and hair back up, you slipped back outside, and it seemed like no one had even noticed you two had been gone. Later, when you were inside to eat supper, you heard a loud shout from the bathroom.

"Who broke the toothbrush mug?!"

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I GOT AN IMAGINE JUST HEAR ME OUT

Ok, so you know this post? Made by @lets-get-kraken-boys I wanted to make an image of another reason why readers went to the big 3 for comfort and help HEAR ME OUT

So imagine one day you weren't in a good mood and didn't wanna deal with your classmates today but their overbearing behavior towards you was just making it worse

"C'mon y/n just one more game!" Mina said while pulling your arm rather strong "Mina I said no please leave me alone I don't feel like it "But it'll be so much fun!" Hakagure said while pulling your arm you "I said NO" you yelled pulling away from hakagures grip harshly and walked away the 2 girls stood there in shock and hurt a bit are u ok? were you hurt!

"Y/n why aren't you coming to eat dinner with us is everything OK?" You groaned just wanting to be left alone and eat in your room but were interrupted by your class rep iida knocking on the door every second you didn't respond "Yes iida I'm fine I just wanted to eat alone" you said not wanting to sound annoyed to make iida leave "but all your friends are worried and want you to be there even Mina and hakagure said you were in a bad mood so-" "I'm fine iida you can go now I don't want to eat dinner with you, especially with all of you today goodbye"

Iida was shocked at your behavior and response you were usually the one who never gets angry or upset which made him more nervous than before he had to go in there and help you out! "No y/n there's Cleary something wrong! You can talk to me ill listen" Iida began banging on your door which made you more overwhelmed and pissed so without any hesitation "I DONT NEED HELP LEAVE ME ALONE YOURE MAKING IT WORSE" You threw a heavy book at the door which surprise Iida as he backed up, defeated he went slowly went back to the dinner table the class looked at him confused and ask how were you doing but he didn't answer just looked down

You just got back from the convenience store to get some snacks Lucky for you they got your favorite snack and brand all at a cheap price with a drink in hand but unfortunately for you, there were some of your classmates were in the common room and it and even worse it was bakugo and his gang watching a movie you quietly tried to sneak pass with all your might trying not to make a sound, it was all going smoothly until bakugo saw your shadow figure "Oi! Fuckface!" You mentally cursed at yourself you just had to encounter the person you didn't wanna deal with today, the infamous Bakugo Katsuki.

"what do you want im not really In the mood to deal with your Bullshit" At the moment you just keep walking ignoring him for the best but it wasn't the best option for Bakugo "Oi don't ignore me!" He was now off the couch "Bakubro that isn't very manly" Kirishima sternly said while but Bakugo scoff "Fuck off shifty hair, hey why aren't you joining us for a movie what are you scared?" He said teasingly like he was trying to taut you "Bakugo I'm not in the mood for your Bullshit today so please just leave me alone" You once again turned away and began to walk to your dorm until a strong hand grabbed you and yanked you

"Ha!? What do you mean you're not in the mood jeez are you ready to cry or something because of my comments why are you even trying to be a hero if your feelings get hurt so easily!?" Now he was pushing it, your hand was gripping the plastic bags Hard now shaking... tears threatening to swell up "Bakugo that's enough! You're making it worse! it's okay sweetie" Mina said hugging you even tho you tried to push her off but she kept insisting trying to hold on to you to the point it was suffocating was rather discomforting

"Aw, now you need an alien to hug you, wow you're really that weak I can already see the tears haha! If your gonna be a hero your gonna have to suck it u-" "SHUT UP"

*thud*

You breathe heavily seeing your blonde classmate, butt on the floor, stunned holding his bloody nose but you weren't done you tackle him, pinned his arms down with your legs, and decided to punch him repeatedly "YOU THINK *thud* YOUR SO BETTER THEN ME *thud* ALWAYS TOSSING ME AROUND LIKE SOME STUPID TOY *thud* MAKING COMMENTS ABOUT HOW I LOOK *thud* ABOUT HOW I FIGHT *thud* ABOUT...ANYTHING* WHY *Thud* CANT*thud* YOU *thud* JUST *thud* LEAVE *thud* ME *thud* ALONE!! *thud* bakugo's face was already caked with blood and bruises and a black eye

Bakugo tried to pry you off telling you to stop but his face was so beaten up and his throat hurt from your punching it hurt for him to try, but you made her his arms were pinned, and all the anger, the frustration the memories the everything that happens to your life plus adrenaline was making you keep going

every single one of your classmates was screaming panicking, confused and begging to calm down, Kirishima tried to pull you off telling you thats enough but you used your quirk making him crash to the wall a bit causing a dent and him having a bloody nose, everyone watched in horror, shocked some even amused the girls mostly hakagure, Mina, and momo cried and begged desperately for you to stop they didn't want you to get more house arrest days or worse expelled, Iida managed to get out of his shocked and pry you off of him

It should've made Bakugo angry at you and PISSED even cause the great Bakugo katsuki was getting beaten by an "extra" like you but it strangely made him giddy...? Was he more determined to be the big bad wolf or Was he enjoying you berating and beating the absolute shit out of him, proving to everyone how insecure and stupid he was for underestimating you?

When Iida Finally pried you off of Bakugo you stood up ready to say even more stuff to him but you froze in shock, fear, and confusion a passed-out blonde caked with blood and bruises all over his face red and purplish spots forming on his cheeks his nose oozing out blood like a waterfall but fortunately no teeth have been knocked out you looked at your work in horror you slowly raised your hand shuddering seeing that it was full of bruises and blood and your clothes covered in blood his blood

Every classmate was looking at you it wasn't in hate nor disgust but pity, worry, and scared as much as they were worried about Bakugo they were worried about you more, Iida slowly tried to come to you to talk to you or to at least comfort you "y/n... I" before he could speak you ran pushing past your classmates not caring if they fell, Iida stood there in disbelief while Kirishima and Denki carefully grabbed bakugo by the shoulder escorting him to recovery girl

while the rest of your classmates were still in shock they wanted to go find you!! they do if they all talked about it nicely and you behave and force Bakugo to apologize then everything is ok!! They banged on your dorm room but you weren't there they searched all around the school the bathrooms, the halls everywhere but you weren't there!! where could their darling be!?

You crouched down in an empty hallway and managed to get some of your snacks you held the snack in hand still bloodied, you slowly took a bite out of it while a big glob of tears was finally released you were crying now like a fool, like you didn't just beat the shit out of your classmate, just when you were about to take another bite and just mope alone 3 familiar voices made you lift your head they ran up to you worriedly when they saw your bloody clothes and knuckles

The big 3 crouching down to your level Neijire on one side rubbing your back Tamaki giving you a handkerchief to blow your nose and dry your eyes and Mirio couching down at your level rubbing your shoulders giving you a smile

" What's wrong lovebug why all the tears," Neijire said looking sympathetic

[nevermorgue]

Okay but what about modern Amnabel's group food preferences?

cracks knuckles. Alright, let’s get into it.

Annabel Lee - complicated. Annabel likes to have the upper hand in every situation, even in casual afternoon lunch outings. She will adapt to almost anything put in front of her. For example, if she goes to someone’s house and they serve tea and scones, she will claim that they are her favorite. Are they? Who knows. She will play it as if whatever is given is something she enjoys immensely, creating the illusion that the world seems to cater to her- that she got lucky that it was her favorite meal. She does this ALL. THE. TIME. “Oh, they are serving pie. That is one of my favorites.” No it is not. She is just making it seem like it is to create the look that “Wow, how lucky for her. The world seems to love her- they’re serving her favorite food!” You get it? She says it’s her favorite for convenience sake. This is why Prospero brings her so many varied pastries when he can. He’s trying to figure out what she actually likes.

As for what she actually likes: She has a pretty varied palette. She does prefer food that is considered more “common” as it tends to have more flavor, and she absolutely loves American food far more than what she had at home. Is the type of person to eat popcorn one piece at a time, but then resorts to shoving 4-5 pieces in her mouth when she’s invested in whatever she’s doing.

Keeps up appearances by ordering what is expected of her. Teas, light foods with small portions.

- packs snacks throughout her school day like grapes or small cheese cubes. Dainty, barely filling little things.

- She loves spicy foods. Hot curries, salsas, she loooves the burn.

Ada - Also keeps up appearances, but obviously not the same way Annabel does. She will pretend to only like more expensive things, but she honestly thinks such things are too bland. She’s a southern girl used to flavor and savory dishes.

- LOVES cheap frozen dinners. She would rather die than admit this of course. Like think those frozen mac and cheeses you put in the microwave.

- She can and will force herself to eat something she doesn’t like, especially if Annabel/Prospero is eating it.

- Hates squid. Calamari? Yuck.

- She likes to comment on things she eats like she’s doing a shitty food review on Youtube. The only person that listens is Will, but you can’t really tell that he’s even paying attention.

- Loves celery

Prospero - This man has a sweet tooth, but he knows how to keep it tamed. He has a very balanced diet and makes sure to make every lunch or breakfast filling enough to last him through morning classes.

- Salad man. He will put so much shit into a salad. He’ll make days worth of salad and sometimes he and Annabel will just eat the whole thing in between classes.

- His favorite dressing is balsamic vinaigrette.

- Very rarely eats fried foods. Corn dogs are cool and he’s more likely to eat one of those rather than something else fried

- For snacking he always gets the things that are called “thins” or “light”, and he is very strict when it comes to the “no eating three hours before sleeping” rule.

- This man hates cashews

- I HC prospero as a mama’s boy idk i get the vibe. He grew up having homemade pasta and refuses to eat it if the restaurant isn’t like locally Italian.

Montresor - Big on steak. Big on potatoes. Big on veggies when they’re roasted or oven baked or anything where they’re mixed up and peppered and cooked. Dude will eat a raw carrot for fun though

- crunches loudly on chips. he does it on purpose.

- has a surprisingly shitty spice tolerance. It’s not BAD, but his face will get red and he tries to play it off.

- Likes messy finger foods like ribs

- Licorice kind of guy. specifically red.

- Prefers green apples over red ones

- really likes blue cheese, especially for his wings

- cannot STAND marzipan anything

Will - Peaches peaches peaches peaches pea-

- Prefers simpler foods. Basic ham and cheese sandwiches, a bag of chips…normal and boring.

- gets overwhelmed when served anything more complicated than what you’d get at an Applebees. He doesn’t really think he nor his body are suited to eat such things. They’re TOO delicious and he isn’t worth it.

- He loves cheesecake brownies. He’s literally only had them twice in his life but he would go insane if he ever saw any for sale anywhere

- The drinks he gets at coffee shops are considered “girly” to Montresor, so he only buys them when he’s alone. Like fruity refreshers and stuff.

- He would like a lot more food if he actively attempted to try new things, he just has no desire to treat himself.

- eats wheat thins for fun

- Only eats 1 singular fruit for breakfast or just skips it all together.

- would probably start crying if he ate a soup. it’s warm and filling and it makes him feel like a waste of space. the warmth settling in his stomach reminds him that he’s real and he hates it.

[berryhobii]

I just want say I love your writing! Like I have never related to any work more than yours! You’re doing something special for black army and I just want thank you for that! Hope you’re doing well and I wish you the best and a million dollar lottery ticket girl! 😄😂🫶🏾

(P.S if you feel like it and if you get a chance please write more for Yoongi 💔 us Yoongi Stans starving and having withdrawals 😪)

Wow! Thank you so much for your kind words. They really mean so much. I’m so glad I could bring more representation and I hope you feel good reading my works.

Here’s a special little something for you Yoongi stans🥰🩵

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“I don’t think this looks right, Yoongi.” You pouted, twisting your body every which way in the mirror. Your hands tugged at the top of the dress as if trying to magically make it fit the way you wanted it to in your head.

Yoongi, who was sitting outside typing some quick minute work emails, said, “I’m sure it looks fine, lovely. Come out and show me.”

Sighing, you turned around to open the dressing room door, stepping out to show your sugar daddy turned totally exclusive boyfriend one of the dresses you’ve chosen. It’s the 8th one you’ve tried on but you didn’t really like any of them. What you thought would just be a cute little date had transitioned into a full blown shopping spree. Yoongi pulled up to your apartment, your favorite Starbucks drink and snack already waiting, and whisked you away to the luxury district of Seoul. Hand in hand, he led you into stores, wanting you to pick something out in each one.

“You deserve it after being asked to take over the north branch of the company. I want you dressed like you own that place.”

So to Cartier, Gucci, and Zara you went to get you an entirely new wardrobe worthy of your position. To be honest, you stopped shopping for work a little while ago and now you were just choosing dresses for fun nights out.

For someone as accomplished as you, a sugar daddy probably seemed like overkill. You’ve managed to rise in the ranks at your dream job, getting a managerial title in less than 2 years. No doubt you had enough money to support the lifestyle Yoongi was giving you. Truthfully, this relationship didn’t start as a sugar daddy sugar baby thing. Your friends had taken it upon themselves to sign you up for a singles mixer—you know, one of those events where a bunch of single people went to try and find dates. You talked for about a minute before a bell rang and you moved on to a new stranger. Stuff like that really wasn’t your cup of tea.

What your friends had conveniently left out that it was a singles mixer exclusively for sugar daddies and sugar babies to find each other. Imagine your surprise when you and a couple of your friends rolled up to the bar, only to find a gaggle of late middle aged and older men sitting around the tables. You almost broke your ankle trying to run back out but your friends forced you to the bar for a drink.

Before you knew it, you were going through the rounds of meeting a lot of gentlemen that reminded you of your uncles. Gross.

So when you finally came across Yoongi during the last round, you thought maybe this thing wasn’t so bad.

One thing led to another and now you and Yoongi had been together for a little over 2 and a half years.

He had captured your heart with his clever remarks and charming personality. And he was very easy on the eyes. Not to mention, he was only a couple of years older than you with his very own successful law office.

And you had caught his interest with your timeless beauty and charisma. He doesn’t think he’s laughed as much in his life as he does when he’s with you. You were just so lovely and honest and sweet. It was hard not to fall for you.

Now seeing you in that dress, Yoongi thinks he was falling even deeper.

His mouth dropped at the sight of you in the mid thigh navy blue dress—long sheer sleeves and square cut at your chest to show the gorgeous expanse of your chest.

“Do you like the sleeves? This dress definitely isn’t for the workplace but it’s very nice.”

He wasn’t even listening to what you were saying, eyes going down to your ass. The dress had a deeeepppp incline, the open back stopping just above the curve of your ass. Everytime you shifted from foot to foot, your ass jiggled a little and you both knew you were wearing the tiniest pair of panties.

Fuck.

“Yoongi?” You had asked him a question three times with no answer.

Turning around, you found him standing right behind you, flinching a little at his sudden closeness. “Y-yoongi?”

Suddenly, his lips were on yours, his body crowding all of your space. It took you a moment to respond but you did, kissing him back just as fervently and desperately.

You pulled back to whisper, “what’s gotten into you?”

His dark eyes sent shivers down your spine and right to your pussy which was already wet from him fingering you in the car on your way here.

“You.”

His rough hands pushed you back into the dressing room, barely managing to close the door behind him before he was back on you. Deft and experienced fingers ran up your bare back, goosebumps popping up in his wake, his lips trailing across your jaw and neck.

Your own hands went straight to the waistband of the loose pants he was wearing. He normally wore suits so seeing him casual was secretly a favorite look of yours.

“You look divine in this dress. I’m buying you one in every color.”

You giggled at his words but you knew he was probably serious. He’s done the exact same thing with a lingerie set you surprised him in on his birthday. The way the white lace set made your dark skin look even more sinful and delectable than it already was should be considered a crime.

“I’ll wear whatever you want.” You leaned closer to be right next to his ear. “My body is yours, sir.”

His eyes rolled back, both at your tone and the name you called him. God, you were so sexy. And all his.

“Then get on your knees and suck my cock. Show sir that you’re grateful.”

Falling to your knees, you took the elastic off your wrist to tie up your knotless braids, happy you sprung for a style that could easily be put up when you wanted to pleasure your man.

Yoongi helped you get some of the stragglers in the back before holding your hair for leverage. You both knew where this was going.

Eyes locked on his, you pulled his pants and underwear down, his hard cock springing out from its confines. Your warm palm encased him, a sigh falling from his doll like lips.

Gathering spit in your mouth, you opened your lips to take him all the way in to the hilt.

Yoongi’s head dropped back as the heat of your mouth surrounded him. His hand gripped your ponytail tighter, keeping you down and letting your tongue work over him.

“Oh my god…..” he huffed out, pulling your head back so that only the tip was resting against your tongue.

Your nails scratched up his thighs. “Fuck my mouth, baby. Give it to me.”

That was his breaking point. Using both hands to hold either side of your head, he began thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. You relaxed your throat, patting yourself on the back for training your gag reflex during quarantine. You know………..for when you could go back out and mingle….anyway.

Your eyes remained focused on Yoongi’s face, your pussy clenching at the sight of his tightly shut eyes and dropped mouth. His long hair had fallen out of his manbun, the strands sticking to the building sweat on his forehead. Your fingers itched to hold onto that bun and ride his face until his neck hurt. Maybe once you got home.

Yoongi forced you to take all of him in, holding you there for a few seconds before pulling back and doing the same thing. Eyes watering from the assault on your throat, you let Yoongi use your throat however he liked. You were his and vice versa.

“Fuck….” Yoongi yanked your head back off of him, his orgasm feeling too close already. “Stand up.” He shakily breathed out, holding out his hand to help you to your weak legs. He placed a quick kiss to your lips, wiping away the drool that had slipped past before turning you around and pushing you against the mirror. You took a moment to look at your disheveled appearance in the reflection—your edges had began to curl back up, your pupils dilated and slightly unfocused, and the dress had became slightly skewed from all of your heavy petting. You looked a mess.

Not time to think about that now though. It didn’t take long for Yoongi to have your dress pulled up and your panties around one of your ankles. He also pulled the front of your dress down to allow your breasts to spill out, your already soaked cunt was practically screaming for his cock.

The mirror was fogged up from your breath, the cool glass making your nipples harden. “Fuck me, baby.” A sharp slap came down on your ass, the fat jiggling under the force.

“Don’t rush me.” His gruff voice said. And you’d be lying if you said that little show of dominance didn’t get you wetter than that scene in Step Up.

After moving your hair over your shoulder, Yoongi’s hand grabbed your shoulder, the other holding his cock to line up with your awaiting hole. You spread your legs a little more, arching your back to give him more access.

He didn’t give you any warning before he was diving into your wet cunt. Your mouth dropped as his cock stretched your tight walls, the overwhelming girth knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

“Oooooo…..Yoongi…..fuck. That cock’s so fucking big.” You gritted out, resisting from punching the mirror.

Yoongi inhaled a deep breath, trying not to cum as your silky walls tried to milk him for everything he was worth. The effect you had on him was just too strong. Only you could push him to the brink that fast.

Once he had calmed himself, Yoongi started a pace that could only be described as animalistic. The absolute force of which he was pushing his hips against your ass was causing a clapping noise so loud that you thought there were people giving you two a standing ovation.

An almost shriek like moan flew from your lips but Yoongi slapped his hand over your mouth to muffle it, one of your hands going up to hold onto his and the other squeezing your breast.

“Quiet.” He spit. “You want everyone to know I’m in here fucking you like a slut? Huh? Is that what you want?” His hips never slowed down as he spoke, pushing deeper and deeper until it felt like he was in your guts.

Your eyes crossed as his cock bullied your sweet spot, orgasm building faster than ever. His degradation along with the fact that you two could be caught at any moment was enough to propel you right over the edge.

Your knees buckled, Yoongi’s arm going out to wrap around your waist to keep you up.

“Good girl. Look at yourself while you cum.”

Your bleary eyes, that you didn’t even realize you had closed, slowly opened to look at your reflection and the sight sent you straight there.

Yoongi was staring directly at you, those panther like eyes making you feel so open and vulnerable. Both of your hungry eyes begging. Out of all of your moments with Yoongi, times like this really reminded you of just how much he had broken down your walls. He brought out a sexually adventurous side of you that you didn’t even know you had and you were actually grateful for it.

Or maybe you were just dickmatized…..eh.

Your pulsing walls were squeezing Yoongi’s cock hard enough to almost break it off, his own orgasm feeling incredibly close.

“Get back down.” He pushed you back down to your knees, your body quickly turning despite your orgasm still making you feel weightless. He just commanded your body that way.

Like it was muscle memory, you opened your mouth and held out your tongue, your hand coming up to take hold of his shaft. You pumped his fast, making sure to squeeze him at the tip just how he likes.

Yoongi’s eyes clenched shut, his breath labored as his orgasm got closer and closer. He braced his hands against the mirror behind you, his knees ready to give out much like yours had.

You couldn’t help but focus on the sexiness of your man’s face. It honestly made you want another round but you had something else to focus on.

“Fuck…..fuck….I’m cumming, love. Oh shit.”

“I want it. Give it to me.” You sucked harshly at his tip, still pumping him quickly.

With a moan and a full body shudder, Yoongi’s cum hit your tongue, the saltiness familiar. You continued to suck until he was recoiling from sensitivity.

He reached a hand down to tap against your chin, your head tilting back and eyes staring directly into his.

“Show me.”

You opened your mouth to show his release on your tongue. His hand dipped your chin, thumb pulling at your juicy bottom lip—his own lip pulling between his teeth.

“Swallow.” And who were you to deny?

Swallowing his cum down and then opening your mouth to show him you obeyed, you got a hum of approval from him.

You both took a moment to regain your breaths. Yoongi held out his hand to help you stand, pulling you into a hug. You sighed as his warmth seeped into your skin.

“You okay?” He asked you after a brief moment of silence.

You hummed. “Perfect. I’d have to say, I’m shocked you’re into public displays. What happened to that whole ‘your moans are only for me’ thing?” You teased. You could imagine him rolling his eyes.

Before he could give you a smart mouthed retort, a knock on the door caused both of you to scramble. You practically pushed him away to adjust your dress as Yoongi yanked his pants back up and fixed his hair.

“Um, yes?” You tried to call out in a normal voice, tone a bit hoarse from the recent exercise.

“Is everything fitting well? Should I bring you another size?” The polite voice of the associate asked.

You made eye contact with Yoongi, a cheeky smile spreading across his face and making you laugh.

“Uh, could you actually get me this same dress in all of the available colors? I’ll be purchasing them.”

[questionssleep]

Phlegm Headcanons

Phlegm has a lot of stupid t-shirts. Think the ones from Spencer's that just say "slut" or something he'd think that was so funny

Master of pocket snacks

He has a similar energy to Chop-Top from TCM 2 because he reminds me of him and because he would it's true

If you think about it Johnny and Phlegm are like Leatherface and Chop-Top because they are united by similar music taste and Johnny is always on about wearing peoples faces.

Always very worn out baggy jeans or pajama pants. No in between

Little taller than Johnny

But it would be funny to say drugs stunted his growth

Dyslexic. Perhaps

Really stupid a lot but means well

Barely showers and Johnny makes fun of him for it

"Did you ever think it's not that you did something wrong but that you stink like a tall pile of shit" and then he gets shoved

Johnny and him shove each other I think they'd do that

His playlist is mostly songs he thinks are funny but its all brashy stuff still

Very poor education

Johnny says "Bohemian Rhapsody, gentlemen?" then puts it on so much that the song is on their playlist now for convenience (projection)

Johnny is sad that he's falling into addiction because.... lore...(slight projection)

Many stupid activities are done by both of them

They are both 14 year old boys in their hearts

Teenage boy friendship but both of them are 20 something

Phlegm forces Johnny to go see cheesy low budget slasher films and Nny's always like "Phlegm.. why do you like this. There is no plot other than boobs and blood" and he'll go "Plots are too detailed I just wanna see" and then Johnny glares at him

They both have dumb ass contact names for each other like Phlegm's is "Crackwhore" and Johnny's is "Straggot" and its a running inside joke

Johnny also will call Phlegm "Cough" or something of the like to be a jackass

They use insult humor a lot and that's why they shove each other

Johnny will go on about his voices or monologuing or explaining a movie and Phlegm will just sit and listen and say "wow. that's crazy"

Phlegm must always get high before they go out stabbin'

Afterwards they both go and get a delicious treat

@red-dye40

please get them out of my brain

[ultimate-character-design]

Hey mod! Youre doing great. Youve been really patient and understanding and thats pretty shocking to see online.

If you were up to it would you wanna do a 20 questions? Ignore this if not but

Favorite...

Animal? Show/movie? Book? Song? Band? Game? Food? Snack? Drink? Hobby?

And then character/design related...

Favorite male character? Favorite female character? Favorite other character? Character designer? Design tropes?

That isnt 20 questions but i figured it would be way too long and i dont wanna stress you out lmao. Dont answer this if you dont want to just wanted to show my support

Thank you very much for your kind words! And wow, that's a lot of questions. But I want to try answering them as best as I can.

Favorite animal is octopus.

The show/movie changes but currently it is Wind Breaker, favorite book is The Little Prince but if you wanted like a more common answer, I would say Magnus Chase

My favorite song is All There Is by Mighty Inconvenient (she is a close friend of mine!) I'd say she's also my favorite band, but that probably counts as bias so I will go with Starset or Hollywood Undead.

My favorite games are Stardew Valley, Minecraft, and Death's Door

My favorite food is technically roast beef and cheddar sandwiches, but cheeseburgers are a very close second and more convenient. Snack wise, I love kettle chips or pockey, and drink wise I'm rather plain. I just like cold water.

And for my hobby, I like to design characters :)

Now the harder part haha

Favorite male character is Sampo from Honkai: Star Rail.

Favorite female character is Toph Beifong from Avatar: The Last Airbender

(I can't lie. Silly men and strong and cool women are my favorite types of characters)

For other character, I assume you just mean a character with either no gender or like a creature? In which case my favorite would be Wall-E or the Minecraft Warden.

My favorite character designer is Naoki Saito!

My favorite design tropes are masks, boys with long hair, girls with short hair, cyborg limbs, and insect or octopus motifs. I'm sure there's more that I'm unaware of

Sorry this response took so long, Anon. I was trying to think, and that is very hard to do

[blackbat05]

Kindred Spirit

Miguel O’Hara x Reader (Modern AU)

Plot: You leave to a foreign land to heal your heart but things doesn’t go quite as planned.

Genre: PG-13 (enemies to friends)

A/N: My love for Korea is clearly shown again😬 In my romance novel phase and couldn’t help but to draw inspiration from them! I know the genre said as much but I like to think there’s more to this relationship beyond this! Feel free to use your imagination and - Reblogs and comments appreciated!💜

You really couldn’t wait to land on the island and have a well deserved getaway. Especially with everything that had happened the past couple of months.

The airport was bustling as you slowly navigated your way through the departure hall at Gimpo. You thanked god for giving you foresight to complete the self check in process online as you breezed past other travelers who were still trying to find their way to the right check in counters.

2.30pm. You could use some food. Unfortunately, you could not find a direct flight to Jeju for the dates that you had intended and had to settle with a quick layover. No matter, that was a small problem and you weren’t going to let it deter your very first solo holiday in a long time.

Opting for a quick snack at the convenience store, you are welcomed by endless choices of microwaveable food and drinks with colorful packaging. You settled on their signature banana milk and a fish bread with red bean filling. Making your way to the counter, you take out your card to prepare for payment at the empty counter.

Well, it was empty until some rude bastard decided that it was okay to cut the line.

“Card.” He gruffly responds. You had to give credit to the young cashier who seemed to have his own fair share of grouchy (or rude) travelers as he calmly receives the card for transaction. You move backwards so that the man doesn’t run over you in the process, stepping on something.

To you horror, you realized that you just stepped on your favorite keychain that was given by your best friend. Your currently broken keychain. It must have dropped from your bag when that man pushed past you. Now you had a ball to pick with him.

He leaves as quickly as he came in. You give a smile to the cashier, tapping your card for payment. Thanking him, you grabbed your purchase and made your way to the man’s retreating back.

“Hey! You!” The man stops pulling his tiny black suitcase, turning around with a frown directed at you. “Me?” He points at himself, as if he could do no wrong.

“Yeah. You.” You didn’t realize how tall he was until you were almost toe to toe with him. “Please apologize.”

He scrunches his nose in confusion and you had to remind yourself again that he was a horrible asshole and he probably did this whenever he was at the loosing end to charm his way out of trouble. It was not going to work with you.

“Uh, in case you didn’t notice? You cut in front of me at the convenience store. Not to mention you broke something that was very precious to me.” You held out the heart shaped keychain that was now split in two.

“I didn’t see you. Maybe if you were a little taller, you wouldn’t have crashed into me.” He responds cooly. You had a serious urge to slap the pompous expression on his face. “Wow, so it’s my fault now that I didn’t watch out for a giant ignoramus!” You respond sarcastically. He raises his brow at your choice of words. He prepares his luggage, ready to move. You step in front of him, hands held out.

“Woah, big man. Where do you think you’re going?”

Was that a smile? Or were you just mistaken. The man quickly reverts back to a scowl, taking a step beside you. He leans down, so that it was only loud enough for you to hear.

“What do you want me to do? I’ll give you money if that’s what you want. I just saw a gift shop if you walk down. You can get your precious keychain from there.”

You try to form words into a coherent sentence but before you could even get a single word out, the man was long gone, as he strides off in those annoying long legs of his.

“Jerk!” You yelled, causing a few alarmed looks thrown your way.

At least you weren’t going to see him.

***

“You got to be kidding me.”

You managed to get a last minute upgrade to the first class seats that you appreciated with the leg room despite only having to travel for an hour. You didn’t expect to be staring at the jerk who didn’t know what an apology meant. He looks up at you, a flicker of annoyance flashing across his face.

Placing your backpack on the floor, you settled in to let others pass. You could feel someone staring into your back but you did your best to ignore the attention. As an older woman passed, you whipped around, hissing harshly.

“What do you want?”

He stares at you, but says nothing. Instead, he returns to his laptop that was sat on the tray table, typing away. You can’t believe you just got ignored.

“I hope your eyeballs fall out.” You mutter loud enough for him to hear.

“How mature.”

Soon, the announcement comes on and the plane enters the runway. Engine roaring, you take a deep breath. You loved to travel to different countries, but that didn’t mean you were peachy on flights. As the plane takes off, you grip the edge of your seat, shutting your eyes.

Once you hear the sound of the seatbelt sign going off, you open your eyes to see an unreadable expression on the man’s face. “If you’re going to say something, just say it.” You say, harsher than intended.

“Hey, I may be a jerk but I don’t cross the line.” He raises his hands in defense. The flight attendant comes, pausing the conversation between the two of you. You sip on the plastic cup filled with white wine, hoping that this would help ease your nerves.

Unfortunately, the weather surrounding Jeju that day was much turbulent than usual. The seatbelt sign turns on, and you abandoned your plastic cup. You breathed heavily, counting in your mind. The plane shakes and you let out a small whimper.

You tried to think about your best friend and her advice of not letting one’s fear rule them. The plane shakes again and you are at wits end. A large hand comes to hold yours and you gather the courage to get a peek.

“My name’s Miguel.” You find yourself staring at the man’s chocolate eyes. “What? I’m just trying to make conversation here.”

“Y/N.”

“So, what are you doing so far away from home?” He sees that you look a little alarmed at his accurate assessment. “Relax, I just happened to see you putting your passport in. Besides, I don’t think I’m doing myself any favors trying to stalk an angry woman who could hunt me down till the ends of the Earth because I broke her keychain.”

At the mention of your keychain, you couldn’t help but to feel sad. Miguel notices this and hesitates for a few seconds before asking. “I know this isn’t my place to ask but did that keychain have a meaning for you?”

You’re thrown by his question and for a moment you are unsure of how to respond. Do you even want to tell him? You think about your first encounter with him and a tiny part of you fears that he’s only going to mock you further. At the same time, Miguel’s initiative to reach out to you despite your rocky start told you that there was more to him that meets the eye.

“Yeah. My best friend gave it to me. Well, she used to be.” You smiled sadly. “She was ill. Cancer. It shocked everyone around us. She was the last person I ever expected to get cancer. Always so active and full of life. She always wanted to come to Jeju, to see the ocean but never got the chance. I’m doing it for her now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that and I’m sorry that I said those things. It was clearly out of line and I totally understand if you still think I’m a jerk.” Miguel’s response made you laugh and suddenly, you didn’t feel like you were trying to fight for your life not to pass out or throw up on the plane. This earns a charming grin from Miguel.

You feel the plane descending and you realized that Miguel has helped you throughout the turbulence. He seems to have figure this out as he prepares for landing, fixing his seatbelt.

“Thank you. For distracting me.” The least you could do was to be a decent person by thanking him. Miguel simply nods and the plane prepares to land at Jeju International Airport.

***

“Where is it? Argh god damn it!”

You were at your rented villa, currently in a bind as you attempt to find the missing keychain. It wasn’t as bad as loosing your passport but it was a very precious gift, a reminder of her presence on this trip. You’re about to loose all hope, when the bell rings.

Miguel stands in front, looking dapper with the brown coat. The wind playfully messes with his hair, accentuating his sharp cheekbones.

“Miguel?”

“Thank god. I thought I had the wrong house again. Do you mind if I come in?”

“Of course not. Please.” You sidestep to let the man in and you are reminded how big Miguel is, as he stands awkwardly in the cozy but compact villa. Preparing coffee, you place one mug at his side, curious about the reason for his visit. Miguel doesn’t say anything, but simply takes out something from his pocket to put on the table. Your keychain.

“How?” You stuttered. “Don’t tell me you stole it-” You were genuinely surprised at how the keychain had ended up in his hands.

“I didn’t.” It was almost accusatory and for a moment you thought that the conversation was going to break out into an argument. Miguel’s expression softens. “Your keychain fell onto the floor as you were taking out your bag from the overhead bin. I tried to call you but you already left the plane.”

At the faint memory, you let out a soft “oh”, allowing Miguel to continue. “Then, I saw you on the bus. It was a challenge trying to find where you were on this island but I managed to narrow it down.” Miguel looked proud of himself. “The bus route only has a few stops that tourists would stay.”

“So you went to every one of them?” You said in disbelief. “I could have been anywhere.”

“Call it luck.” He smiles. “Besides, after the conversation we had on the plane about your friend, it gave me an idea where you would stay.” He refers to the vast and sparkling clear ocean that was a short walk from the villa. “I didn’t want to look like I was some creep so I just ended up ringing the doorbells.” He messes with his hair, looking a little sheepish at the thought of it and you find your heart throb a little.

“You are a menace Miguel. But a great friend. Thank you.”

“Friend?” He asks pertaining to your choice of words. “Even after what I said at the airport?”

You nod. “Takes a guy of great character to help someone with their fear of flying even though he got yelled at in public.” Your honest response causes the both of you to break into laughter. “But… you don’t have to respond if you don’t want. I just feel like you have a story to tell too.”

You think you have crossed a line when Miguel sighs. “I had a wife and daughter. They were my everything. We were on a holiday and I was at the wheel.” You breath hitches at your throat.

“The weather was horrible and my daughter was scared. We were both trying to distract her so much that I didn’t see the truck coming.” He continues in a flat voice. “They were gone. Just like that. I never went on a holiday again. At least not anywhere with islands.”

“Until now.”

“Until now.” Miguel repeats. “Then I met you. Or rather you crashed into me and demanded all sorts of things.” You couldn’t help but to chuckle. “That made me rethink if this was the right decision. Until I saw you on the plane and told me your story even when you were at your most vulnerable.”

Suddenly, the image of the conceited man at the airport was long gone and you saw a man who had loved his family so much that he denied himself happiness to numb the raw pain.

“So, what made you come back?”

“Meeting a couple of old friends. Rather, one of them forced me to meet them here otherwise they would drag my sorry ass out themselves.” Miguel tells you dryly. “I got to admit, I’m glad they did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.”

You couldn’t help but to turn pink at his confession. Clearing the mugs, you turn towards the sink only to feel his gaze burning through your back. As you finished washing the mugs, you feel his imposing presence behind you. Miguel takes the mugs, placing it on the drying rack.

“Um, I was going to meet the group of friends I told you about. Would you like to join us?” Miguel sees your surprised expression and quickly adds. “That is if you want. We were going to have dinner and Peter always orders too much for his own good.” He pauses.

“And I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye yet.”

You see the broken keychain on the table and wonder if this was orchestrated by your best friend who was probably looking down at you with a knowing smirk on her face. At the thought of it, you start to tear up and Miguel looks worried if he had said something wrong. You shake your head, giving a non verbal confirmation that it was not the case.

“I would love to, Miguel.” You give a watery laugh.

With the last minute change in plans, Miguel waits outside to give you privacy to change. As you tossed on a jacket, you stared into the mirror, clutching one half of the keychain.

You put the keychain away, hoping that you didn’t make Miguel wait too long. Locking the door, you step out into the cool air that the evening had to offer and start to walk side by side. It was quiet but it did not feel awkward at all.

Miguel’s calming presence provided a sense of security, allowing you to take in the sight and sound of the ocean. He too, seemed to be in a world of his own, as he borrows the strength of the seas to battle with his own demons.

Still, it was easier when you knew there was someone standing by your side.

You let the sound of the waves crashing lull you into a moment of peace.

“You alright?” Miguel’s voice enters and you look up to see him, brows knitted in concern.

You don’t know what made you do it. The serene environment? The mood? Or maybe, it just felt right. You take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze that he returns.

“I know you’re watching me from up there.” You prayed that your friend was listening. “Thank you for looking out for me like you’ve always had. You don’t have to worry about me being alone now.”

“I will be. Eventually.”

[bobbasmultiverse]

strawberries & cigarettes

3. wow.

warnings: smoking, drinking, late night ramyeon & icecream (a/n: i'm kinda hungry rn), friendly threats

you giggled loudly, leaning onto the man beside you as your mind basically swayed inside your head. it was all so fuzzy, sunshine and rainbows basically with your favourite ice cream cone in hand, and, you could swear, the funniest man alive next to you.

minho chuckled at you, him being a bit tipsy, and you almost completely drunk out of your mind. you couldn't really remember how you got to the empty parking lot with a convenience store behind you, waiting till you both finished your ice creams to get some ramyeon, all you remember is liking whatever the hell it was that wonwoo gave you and getting refills and spending the whole time with minho as you did so.

your phone vibrated in your pocket, snapping you out of your drunk daze as you pouted at the caller ID, not even bothering to read it before you declined the call and tossed your phone aside.

“we should get you home.” minho stated, biting off the cone as he turned to you. you nodded with a sigh, standing up from the pavement and dusting off your jeans.

“let’s get the ramyeon first.” you urged him, walking back in inside the convenience store. minho stared at your retreating back before turning to your forgotten phone, grabbing it with him, then following after you.

you two prepared the ramyeon pretty quickly, returning to your designated spot after you’d each paid for your food. you stirred it around for a bit, sitting in a comfortable silence with minho while you enjoyed your midnight snack. you realized that you’d sobered up a bit by then, looking around the unknown place before turning to your fellow classmate.

“do you know the way to building 1 from here?” you questioned, slurping up some noodles before taking a sip from the freshly opened can of beer.

minho hummed, swallowing down his own food before pointing in a certain direction. “it’s ten minutes straight over there.”

you nodded at him before a frown overtook your features. “don’t you live the other way?”

minho’s expression matched yours, apparently a bit more than tipsy since that piece of information completely escaped his mind. “oh...yeah, i do.” he puckered his lips in thought.

you were drunk, yes, but you still had some chivellary in you and you’re not having him walk twice the distance, plus having a male walk you back won’t help with the girl crush concept you’re trying to build around on campus.

“i’ll call an uber, don’t worry.” you lied smoothly, smiling lightly at minho. he side eyed you slightly before turning back to his food and nodding to himself.

he tried to stay with you till the uber arrived, he really did, but you threatened to put a cigarette out on his face, kindly, of course, and he couldn’t afford losing his appeal, so he walked away with a warning that if you didn’t answer his texts or calls he’d be coming over and asking one of his law majored friends to sue you, even if you’d died. you just shooed him off, picking out your cigarette pack and lighting one up.

you absolutely had no uber coming for you. you’re very much alone in this place, and you’re not sure if you can get to the dorms from here.

“hey.” your head whipped towards the caller, frowning at the person as you quickly stood up from your spot, swaying slightly with a cigarette tucked between your lips as you readied yourself for a possible fist fight.

the man raised his hands up in the air, indicating that he meant no harm to you. “you okay?”

you frowned at him, a pout coming onto your lips as you sat back down in your seat, shaking your head at him. “i don't know the way home from here.”

he almost chuckled at you before he very slowly approached you and sat down next to you. “don't you have anyone you can call?” he asked, looking at you as you fumbled in your pockets in search of your phone before fishing it out, only to find it dead.

you'd sighed, placing it on the pavement next to you before shaking your head at him. “i don't remember my brother's phone number right now.” you added, grabbing your lighter from your pocket and lighting your cigarette up, only to find that your lighter was also dead and refused to ignite a small spark for you.

you turned to the nice stranger sitting down next to you. even through your hazy mind, he was too pretty for you to comprehend it. his hair was long, shaped in a long mullet that almost reached his shoulders, and his eyes were shaped so beautifully, you couldn't even explain it, and his plump lips were a whole other-

a harsh smack came onto your cheek as your eyes widened and you awoke from your trance. you'd slapped yourself, yes. but it was for good reason.

you turned to the man again, this time with a purpose, completely missing the amused look on his face. “do you have a lighter?” you asked. your words were slurred, but he still caught them.

he smiled lightly at you before muttering a quiet 'stay here', and then he disappeared inside the store, coming out only a minute later and plopping down next to you.

"even though i don't like smoking…" he sighed, handing you a lighter as you grinned happily at the man, dimples appearing in your cheeks before you lit up your cigarette, taking in a long drag, hollowing your cheeks out before you pulled back, blowing the smoke out into the midnight air.

"do you know where you live?"

you'd nodded absentmindedly, pointing in the general direction of your apartment building where you're staying with your friends and family next door. "it's building 1."

he smiled brightly at you, two dimples of his own showing. "i have a few friends who live there."

"really?" your eyes widened as you explained, shock visible all over your face. "who are they?"

he chuckled, before coming up with a bottle of water out of nowhere. "maybe i'll tell you if you sober up a bit."

you'd pouted at that, but you didn't sober up to the extent where he'd tell you, but he still walked you to your dorm building, and you only remembered to thank him and ask about his name as you punched the wrong passcode on the keypad.

but, maybe you'd meet another time.

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pairing: kwon soonyoung x wonwoo's sister!oc, xu minghao x wonwoo's sister!oc (ft. SVT)

genre: college au, love triangle, brother's bestfriend, fwb, angst, fluff

synopsis: two minor, what you'd call, incidents, lead up to the craziest few months of your life, where you make friendships and break some and you end with having to make the craziest choices of your life; to be young and free forever, or to have the best love of all time.

bobba talks | just had the worst bio exam of my life 😍 but there you guys go...but it's getting steamy, isn't it? 🤭

[yuri-is-online]

300 Followers Event! (So~ So~ Shoujo~)

I swear I just posted about 200 followers and woke up to 300 wow ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ thank you so much! I am very grateful for all of you and would like to thank you and take a break from writing so much angst lol. It makes me very happy to be able to entertain so many of you! I put together some prompts themed around tropes from some of my favorite shoujo manga to hopefully have some fun with!

Rules~

All prompts will be written as gender neutral

Please limit yourself to one prompt and three characters per ask

Event will accept requests from July 18 to July 22 EST (assuming I don't get overwhelmed with asks lol)

Prompts:

Giving a button from the uniform just before graduation

Making chocolates for valentine's

Getting a gift on white day

Making a wish together at the start of the new year

Jealousy pt.1- seeing their partner wearing someone else's jacket

Cheering for each other on sports day

Wearing a maid outfit during a culture fair

Going through a haunted house together

Jealousy pt. 2- someone from a rival school asks for your number

Getting a visit from him while you're sick and thinking it was a dream

Attending a NRC formal together

Working together in cooking class

Being partnered together on a school trip

Pool day shenanigans

Signing karaoke with friends

Going to see a movie with a group and getting teased by your friends

Kissing under the fireworks

Playing an otome game and someone notices your favorite guy kind of looks like...

Eating lunch together in the courtyard

Having a heart to heart on the conveniently open school roof

Missing lunch and sharing a snack

Finding a confession letter in your locker

Sharing an umbrella on the way home

Finding a cat abandoned in a cardboard box and taking care of them together

Going out to eat at 2 am so you don't have to stop talking to each other

[kidflashimpulse]

Ohhh my god Bart my boy you deserve all the comfort this world can offer

This chapter had me in such a chokehold, everything slowly being revealed had me on edge the whole time

Also your references were really sly! With the mall and sleeping on the floor made me think of others fics! I really like how you combined them all!

That being sad, the way you wrote about Jay finding out about Bart's past shattered me to pieces. You really have this gift to absorb the reader in your story and I adore you for that, but holy shit did I nearly cry because of this chapter. Jay talking about Bart to Pat and Zeek, blaming himself for not knowing how to parent and the references to Joan had me in an absolute puddle

Thank you for such an incredible update, it must have taken a lot out of you with whatever your private life looks like right now, so thank you for taking the time and energy to write all of this <33

right? no wonder yj wally was spoiling him with snacks 😤 give the boy a whole convenience store !

about the references 🙈 nice spot !! sdfghj they were for the (as an ao3 comment so nicely put it) certified bart scholars out there ! there’s a very high chance i have those fics in my bookmarks on ao3 so if anyones curious check them out if u haven’t 👀 honestly those fics feel like borderline canon to me cause they’re just so good, like i read a fantastic story that has bart eating a rat? then he’s eaten a rat in canon !! (jk but that story is def in my bookmarks cause of a detective bart stan, Golden Age, true bartholomew literature right there my god and if i remember correctly it’s the one where he freaks out at the mall!)

hearing this from you, wow!! thank u so much for sharing your kind words with me ❤️ i truly appreciate it !!! especially because yes, it is a heavier chapter compared to previous ones in different ways, so i was a little nervous regarding how it would be perceived !! it’s very reassuring to hear this kind of feedback, like i’m doing something right at the very least 😅

i mentioned in a previous comment that for this chapter i had the majority of it (about 8-10k) drafted for a really long time, there were small specific parts though that took me like a month to figure out or write, it was crazy, i don’t know if it was because i was burnt out from life or because of the themes/storytelling of the chapter, but when i finally completed it, it felt so rewarding just to see it finished. Sure it can be a bit of a struggle, but taking the time to write all this brings me such joy and fulfilment, it’s a hobby that is very dear to me and a pleasure to do. I learn a lot from it and the interactions with the community elevates it to a whole other level!! I’m so grateful for this experience honestly !

thank u for taking the time to share this with me too ❤️❤️

[itzymidzy]

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🦊: Ryeongchae in Osaka! Anyone have questions?

🦊: Do well in today’s performance, I’ll see you later 💕

👤: I hope you enjoy your last concert in Japan! You're doing amazing. Love you Chaeryeong 🍒

🦊: okey~

👤: Did you go to a convenience store? What is the cause of the flight?

🦊: Of course

👤: Thank you for being itzy!! Your presence makes me happy 🤍 I love you so much Ryon-chan.

🦊: You make me happy

👤: A photo of Jjaryong eating rice

🦊: Someone secretly filmed it 🫣

👤: Chaeryeong, this is a bowl I made myself! I drew it all! Although it’s a bit ugly ㅋㅋㅋ

🦊: Wow

👤: I'm not going to work. I miss Chaeryeong.

🦊: You have to work to come see me... 🥹

👤: Ryeong-a~ Tdakkajo 😚😚

🦊: First base and very just

👤: Fight today and don't get hurt. The stage is crashing!!! I'll watch it live at home like this

🦊: Let’s do it 🥰

👤: Chaeryeong, are you doing more dance challenges? 🫣 Will my nose bleed? 🙈 I’m so excited to film more dance challenges, I love you 🤍

🦊: Wait a moment~

👤: You said it was your sister and then disappeared, breaking my heart...

🦊: Soori..

👤: love you...

🦊: love u 22

👤: Chaeryeong, cheer up today and have a good day.

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🦊: Oh my we are pretty

👤: Chaeryeong, please recommend a song to listen to while thinking.

🦊: The potatoes are not dry....

👤: Meet at the concert hall 🥰

🦊: GRAIN

👤: Which stage in particular would you like to focus on today?

🦊: From beginning to end 🙂‍↔️

👤: Our spirit is so soft 💟

🦊: I also believe in it.

👤: Baby ~~ Fighting today too!! 💪🏻

🦊: Thank you Jagii

👤: What is your favorite ITZY Japanese song? 😻

🦊: Everything is good... Ringo??

👤: Chaeryeong.. Will I be able to see your amazing abs today too..??

🦊: It's gone..... 🥹

👤: What kind of hair did you do today? I'm looking forward to it

🦊: It’s a secret 💕

👤: Chaeryeong, why are you so lovely?

🦊: Me...?? 🙈

👤: Today’s late night snack recommendation!

🦊: How about Takoyaki?

👤: Do you like being called Chaeryeong 🥹

🦊: Of course

👤: Cheers today too! Who is Chaeryeong's favorite? 💖

🦊: Arigatoo 💕

👤: I’m now on a trip to Korea! Is there any rice or snacks you would recommend? 🤔

🦊: Korean food is really delicious, and the ice cream is also the best.

👤: What are Chaeryeong going to do today? 🤍

🦊: I’m going to perform~

👤: What was the most delicious food you had in Osaka? Hello! Do you know what to do in Osaka?

🦊: Dango!!

[umichenginabroad]

Week 1: Getting Settled

The all too familiar airplane smell permeated through the cabin and clung to every molecule of my belongings as I itched to get off the plane and turn off my brain. After a few minutes of shuffling, I found myself transported to a seemingly separate world. A language I’ve associated solely with my parents fills my ears and overwhelms me as I use my limited Chinese to scan my fingerprints, fill out an arrival card, and navigate to baggage and customs. Finally, I saw a familiar face, my aunt who handed me a bag stuffed with snacks and essentials. Soon after, I managed to find fellow students from Joint Institute and turned off my brain as I began the hour drive to campus.

After the hour nap, I was met with a slurry of logistics to figure out with my limited Chinese while being surrounded by people who seemed to understand what was happening perfectly. I eventually figured out the paperwork, how to pay for electricity, how to use the hot water, where to pick up the bedding, and my VPN before unpacking my new home which is much better than my previous accommodations in Mary Markley.

Before I could truly relax, I realized I was missing some key essentials, namely, TOILET PAPER! So I took a walk around the area in search of a grocery store which I found and so much more! I was mainly impressed by the serenity yet chaos of the area. The streets are squeaky clean and there are just random canals everywhere but also the aggressive mopeds and cars created an interesting dichotomy. Regardless, the delicious noodles and the acquired toilet paper made it all worth it.

The next day, students from SJTU showed us around campus and wow is the campus gorgeous…AND HUGE. If I were to walk from one end to the other, it probably would take 45 minutes so biking around was a must as you can see with all of the bikes in the pictures. Today, we also got some affairs in order with registration, setting up a bank account, and getting a Chinese sim card. It would have been awful by myself but the students from JI helped my group out a lot in figuring out the logistics and figuring out how to pay. China is very convenient if you have everything set up to pay through the phone or if you can order online, but it is somewhat of a pain to set it all up, especially as a foreigner. Other than that, we also got to try the delicious and cheap meals (~2 USD), pet some stray cats, and explore the different study spots.

After hanging out with our friends at the Joint Institute, we did some solo exploring. We ended up at a five-story sprawling monstrosity of a mall that locals described as “small”. Here, we were in awe of the low prices and the delicious food where we got Korean Barbaque for the equivalent of $12USD; in america, the average for KBBQ is approximately $80.

While there is a lot more to explore, I felt after these two days, I really began to hit my stride and navigate the area somewhat. While there is a lot more to explore, I feel a bit more ready to do it all! Next week, I will go into the city or get into school life! See you then!

Erin Xia

Mechanical Engineering

Shanghai Jiao Tong University Joint Institute

[duckduckluce]

"Really!" HUH. Alright Alastor! Sure, sure, nice callout post! Really grand. Clearly everything Lucifer does is grandstanding and him sitting down here was not Actual Effort.

See, what Alastor doesn't understand is that he's so fucking incredibly annoying to be around, the level of willpower needed to so much as willingly sit and give this man SNACKS should actually win an award! Somebody should give Lucifer a cookie for putting up with him! Is that so much to ask??

"That's a very interesting take! Wow." Gonna take a big ol swig of punch and just stew on that for a minute before continuing. "Pretty convenient how that absolves you of any responsibility, huh? As long as I'm not sincere enough for you, you can be as much of a dick as you want!"

And sure, Alastor wasn't totally wrong. There were about ten layers of pride and posturing on top of any amount of genuine intention and effort he was putting in. But Lucifer also subscribes to fake it til you make it, and he can't keep FAKING IT if Alastor refuses to play along! So there will be no MAKING IT.

Lucifer could tell Alastor about his recent change of heart, and real actual desire to turn around his behavior and reach out to sinners (no matter how shit he is at it). Buuuuuut Alastor doesn't deserve that information. He's a dick. And If Alastor knows Lucifer is actually trying, then he may just pivot to 'you're shit at this' which is even worse than thinking he wasn't trying. So nooooo thanks.

"But hey, that's fine. I know you're enjoying my cooking, and that's what counts." Yeah. Goddem.

"If I thought any of your gestures here came from a place of sincerity, I'd have plenty of niceties to offer!" Came the immediate reply. "But you are only acting out of self-interest and ego. I am not so foolish as to think you would bother truly spending time with a Sinner like myself except to appease your darling daughter."

Alastor's gaze fixed itself onto Lucifer with a narrowed stare. Challenging, in a way, for the other to deny or prove the radio demon wrong in any meaningful way.

"For that, I say thank you to her. Not to you."

And to Charlie, really, is where his surface-level loyalties lay. Whether or not prompted by his keeper, it was in his best interests to make sure that Charlie's best interests were taken care of. That did not include much more than a promise that he would not outright fist-fight Lucifer in the hallway there and then.

[ourxcountryadventure]

March 15

“I get the same feeling walking into the Opry House as I do when I see one of my heroes.”

Blake Shelton

This morning was our morning to depart Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge and make our way west to Nashville. We were all loaded and on the road by 9:30 with a plan to take a secondary biway for a portion of the trip to see some local sights before connecting with the 40. We stopped for gas in a little town and I asked Syl to grab me a muffin in what might be one of the funnier names establishments that we have seen “Buck’n Donuts”. As no muffins were available he instead brought out the yummiest eclairs which we shared with gusto.

Travel along the highways was uneventful. A group of convicts wearing orange and white striped clothing and cleaning the roadside was about the most exciting thing. We stopped at a rest stop outside Nashville for a stretch and a bathroom break. Syl initially parked in a state trooper spot but we quickly remedied that.

Once in Nashville, we headed straight to our hotel which was all ready for us despite our arrival a bit before regular check in time. The hotel the Home 2 Stay by Hilton and is lovely and clean and quite conveniently located. It has a tiny kitchenette and enough space for us to make our stay in Nashville pleasant.

After we got unpacked, it was time to head to lunch and we found that at Republic Burger in The Gulch. Not knowing very much about Nashville yet, it appears that The Gulch is a trendy place - given away by the large Lululemon, a specialty candle store and a boutique that specialized in bathrobes (if the window display was any indication). Lunch was really super. The burgers were delicious.

I drove on the way back to the hotel and through a combination of Syl directing using a hand drawn tourist map, multiple road closures due to construction and finally the GPS we saw most of Nashville including Broadway St where we rolled down the windows to listen to the music. We traveled on streets named after Rosa Parks, Dr Martin Luther King and John Lewis and 2nd Avenue right through to 11. We were literally EVERYWHERE.

Our tickets to the Grand Ol’ Opry were for the 7 o’clock show and so we went home to spiff up and have a little rest before heading out again.

The Grand Ol’ Opry was an easy drive and the ticket app was slick at getting us to our parking spot right at the bridge to the entrance and into the show itself. The grounds are beautiful.

The countdown to the show built our excitement and when the curtain finally rose and the music began to play it was the quickest two hours of my life. Wow! Blanco Brown, Randall King, LOCASH, Julia Cole, Kassi Ashton (loved her), Brantley Gilbert, Sister Sadie, Jeannie Seely were the acts. Julien’s favourite was LOCASH who brought their little girls out to be with them on the stage and encouraged everyone to get up and dance. There was a surprise visitor - Charles Esten who co-wrote a song with Julia Cole which they performed. He also performed with LOCASH. He is also an actor from the show Nashville and Outerbanks.

After the show we went to the Opry Shop where I indulged in post Opry splurge spending (everyone needs a GOO golf ball right?!). Back to the hotel after a quick stop at the local 7 Eleven (some scary looking dudes were also there), and a late night toast and cereal snack before bed closed our incredible day.