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javarium · 7 months

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“make me (yours).” | r. sukuna

w — [ minors do not interact ] modern! AU, hints of sugar daddy vibes ;), older man/younger woman, age gap, everyone is above 20+ and legal age, male masturbation, Sukuna imagining seggs positions and shit like that, Sukuna is around 36 & Reader is around 22/23, tbh sukuna being a comfort character rn. jjk after 235? it’s non-canon lmao

a/n: this is the most I’ve ever written that’s sinful I’m not used to this (it’s been so damn long since i have written anything remotely sinful omfg) and it’s not even that much I’m so embarrassed y’all HELP— also part two depends on you guys and any ideas you want to send in through my ask box :3

part one | part two

[ first divider by @/benkeibear, the second by @/cafekitsune ]

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who meets you through his younger brother, who’s a few years older than you. You’ve been in Japan for a few years now, that much he knows, attending the same school his little brother got into. And now he’s determined to find out everything about you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s so fucking glad you can speak Japanese. He knows English, yes, but he prefers it when you speak his native tongue, because he fucking loves your accent and gets off on it. It’s exotic — you’re exotic — and he can’t help the temptation of wanting you and more.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who knows to keep his smug smirk into himself when his little brother finally mans up and finally introduces you to him one day when he comes home to work on a project that you’re helping him with. And he knows that Yuuji knows about the look on his face. Because he knows his history with women. Yuuji knows he’s made a mistake introducing you to each other.

Or so he thinks.

Sukuna is thoroughly amused by you, although there are times where he becomes frustrated. You’re not an easy case to crack, and not easy to tease and rile up. Perhaps that’s the part of you that’s from accelerated maturity.

You’re smarter than the average person, even the people slightly above average. You’re intellectually and psychologically challenging and he very much likes it. It’s been a long time since he’s had the kind of stimulation you’ve brought him. Since his and Yuuji’s father passed away.

He watches from a distance as you and his brother go over notes and work and crack jokes that put a pretty smile on your face. He can’t hear your laughter from where he stands, but he’s positive it’s as lovely as your smile.

As for you, you know you’re being watched. You look to the tall man out of your peripheral vision and halt rolling your eyes.

“Your brother is never subtle, is he?”

Yuuji sighs heavily. “Never.”

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who hates the fact he can’t see you more often. So he digs and digs and then finds out about some old family debts and a couple things for medical expenses he can easily pay off to hold over your head, to use as a means to be something akin to a sugar daddy so he can order you around and see you whenever he wants to.

And it comes as no surprise to him when he mentions it the next time his brother brings you over for schoolwork that you’re startled by him finding out. He only mentions it after Yuuji has fallen asleep on the couch. You give him the wide-eyed expression of shock, probably wondering how he found out about it.

But unlike his expectations, you don’t ask how he knows. you don’t get embarrassed and try to hush it away with the option of using yourself as his favor. You shrug, going a little more into depth and detail about the financial struggle that’s been kept under wraps for several good years.

Sukuna himself is surprised in return, by both you and the way he sits down for you — to listen to you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who finds out that even though you see him as super attractive, you’re not as swayed by his flirting and all of his advances like many women and young women your age are. Yes, you know he’s super fucking stupidly hot, and yes you’ve more than likely thought about certain things while in bed under the sheets, but you’ve got more important things to prioritize than hot men. Which he applauds you for just as much as he despises it. It makes him frustrated, because he’s attracted to you and wants you in his bed so bad; because it should be so fucking easy like it has been with other women. But you’re not the same, and while his lust is as prominent as ever in his older age, he also has the desire for something more than just a fling.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who manages to get ahold of your schedule through his baby brother (who’s prepping for your broken heart) and asks you out, setting up a date for when he knows you’re free. He much enjoys the look on your face when he brings up the date he’s set, knowing you’re wondering about how he managed to nail the exact day you’re free for the day he’s set for the outing. He enjoys it even further when you quickly deduce how he knows about it.

Goddamn, he loves a sharp woman.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who orders you a dress to be made that’s a mix of beautiful deep crimson and black, one that shines but doesn’t shine too much to glare at people eyes. He drums his fingers against his desk in his home office as he sees the notification pop up on his phone that the item has been delivered.

But as usual, you surprise him. You don’t end up wearing the dress he’s made, but something completely different. You arrive to the restaurant he’s bought out for the night in a deep silver-gray tux, hair styled in a simple manner with minimal makeup that he knows you don’t need because he’s already seen and fallen for your natural looks anyway.

Sukuna hates you. He doesn’t, but he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with the feelings he has. You’re so much younger than him, but holy fuck has it been so long since he’s been given any sort of challenge or stimuli, especially from a woman. He both hates and is glad you’re not easy. And it only fuels his drive to get you to give yourself to him.

You drive him up a damn wall.

He’s been in the shower for at least forty minutes, alternating between hot and cold every five minutes. Forty minutes and the painful hard on he’s had all morning still hasn’t gone away.

Sukuna leans his head forward against the wall and cusses at himself. His hand isn’t enough, but there’s some relief as he starts leisurely pumping his shaft. He cusses and swears worse than a sailor as he starts off slow, imagination running wild (at what could be).

He wants you so fucking bad. He wants you on your knees in front of him; on the soft carpet because no way is he going to let his pretty woman have sore knees while taking his monstrous dick down her throat.

He wants to bury his face between your legs and make you cum so much and so hard you see fucking galaxies, then let you catch your breath just barely enough before he uses your juices as lubricant and permanently molds your pussy to the shape of his fat cock.

He wants your legs over his shoulders as you throw your head back and moan as he fucks your better than anyone ever has and ever will. He wants to see a white ring around his cock as he pumps himself in and out of you like he’s a starved man. And that he is. For you, anyway.

Sukuna just knows your pussy is so fucking warm. He’ll bet his dick that you’ll have the tightest pussy he’s ever going to have. The best he’s ever going to have.

His hand pumps his shaft faster and faster, gripping it harder as he nears climax. His massive cock aches painfully, desperate to cum. Fucking hell… He wants you so bad, underneath him, or on your knees, calling him by whatever pet name or name from whatever kink you might have.

Forbid everything if you call him ‘Daddy’ or ‘Master’. Game fucking over.

He doesn’t even care if you have those kinds kinks or not. He just wants the pretty girl that’s done more than caught his attention under him as he makes her feel pleasure that only he can provide.

But the selfish part of him can’t help but hear you call out those names in his head. And that’s what does it.

Sukuna’s thighs and back muscles flex almost painfully as his balls draw up and cums. He tosses his head back, the feeling of his load spurting from the tip making him groan in pleasure. He cums so hard he feels like he’s about to keel over.

“Fuck yeah…” he pants, oxygen finally catching up to his lungs’ need.

But now he’s disappointed and just a little pissed off. Because the cum on the wall shouldn’t be there. It should be on or in you. And he doesn’t like that.

And as he rewashes himself, his jaw clenches, can’t help but thinking determinedly he’s going to change things between the two of you.

Come hell or high fucking water.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s finally shifted the relationship to being something else. Although you can’t tell what it is. The first date he takes you on is to break the ice, getting to know you better as a person. It’s also to see if you’d fuck him, but he knows you’ve got stronger convictions than the women he’s used to.

He takes you on a second date, this time in more casual clothes on a drive to a house he’s set up to have dinner and stargaze at.

He gets to tell you he’s paid off your family’s old debts now, relieved them of the medical bills and taxes that haven’t been paid yet. But it backfires, and now he’s left to make you understand that it wasn’t to make you feel beholden to him in any manner, like owing debt to the mafia.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna needs you to understand that despite how much he wants to fuck you, it’s more than just because he finds you attractive and wants to satisfy his dick. He wants you to know you’re not temporary; he doesn’t see you as a quick fix to his primal needs.

Not at all.

You’re the long term fix to his primal needs. And perhaps the only one he’s going to need ever again. And once the expression of understanding crosses your face, he goes to cradle the back of your head and hungrily slots his lips on yours. He may not get to take all your clothes off right now, but he’s happy with his results tonight.

Besides, he knows he’ll get you into his bed with a shiny diamond ring on your left hand eventually.

wheeeew im gonna go take a cold bath

@vagabond-umlaut here’s ur man babe pls enjoy.

& everyone pls feel free to send in more ideas for this series if you want im having fun with this lmao

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #modern au #modern! sukuna #sukuna jjk #jjk drabble #sukuna drabble #sukuna headcanons #a lil bit of spice in this one 😉#🔞+ works

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whorekneecentral · 5 months

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Ho Ho Hoe

Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Warnings: last minute packing, some friendly teasing, christmas related underwear, cheesy pick up lines sorta, oliver takes the blame, christian is just as cheesy, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving),dom!chris for a second, face sitting, praise kink from chris's end.

Word Count: 2,033

Author's Note: when I was plotting these out, pookie said this one suited chris and I couldn't agree more. he's so dorky, it fits him to a t lmao

merry smutmas series

You find a pair of Christmas boxers in Christian’s suitcase and decide to tease him about it.

The Pulisic family had been celebrating the holidays in Florida every year and this year you'd be joining them.

You are an instant shoo in from the moment you began dating Christian five years ago. Both his sister and his mother saw how quickly you adapted to their family and to their traditions, which is something that they really, truly loved about you. Along the way, you sprinkled in a few of your old little traditions that you did with your family.

Last year, you and Christian had spent the holidays with your family. The two of you rotate every year between the holidays, that way the families don't feel you're picking one over the other.

You were on the floor of your bedroom as you tried to re-pack the suitcase that Christian had 'packed', but really just tossed everything into. You'd be flying from Milan to Florida in 3 days so you were trying to get as much as you could done.

He was on his way home from training, his phone in the little holder as he called you.

"You're the fucking worst at packing," you start the moment you answer the phone. Christian laughs, "hello to you too, sweetheart. Why am I getting yelled at?"

You huff, the phone was on speaker and rested on your thigh as you refolded the clothes. "I have to repack the suitcase, not like you even packed it to begin with."

"I did too! I put everything in!"

"Yeah, just tossed it in. How are you meant to find anything or even fit everything in like this?"

You can already tell he's rolling his eyes. "Anyways," he starts, "did you eat? shall I pick up dinner?"

"Yeah, please." You smiled, folding the boxers you found and put them in a nice pile. You listened to your boyfriend rattle on the diner options when you fished out the bright green boxers with candy canes on it from the suitcase.

It struck you as odd, Christian wasn't one for bright colours; he stuck to the usual colours of navy blue, black and grey.

"Yeah sure, pasta's fine." You tell him, setting the boxers to the side. "See you in a bit."

You continue to repack the suitcase, folding the clothes neatly and tightly to fit as much as you can into the suitcase. It was maybe half an hour later when the front door opens and you hear your boyfriend shouting for you.

"In the bedroom!" You shouted back.

Christian smiles at you when he finds you, "hi beautiful."

"Hello you, how was training?"

"Good, tiring." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you on the floor. "How's the packing going?"

"Good, tiring." You tell him, "I didn't know you were a fan of bright colours though."

Christian raises an eyebrow, looking at you a bit confused. "What are you talking about?"

You hold up the bright green boxers with candy canes on it, "where'd you get these?" You asked, giggling. Christian's face goes bright red, his cheeks and the tips of his ears as red as a McIntosh apple.

"I.. I bought them as a joke. Oliver said he bought a pair last year and his wife loved them."

"So now you're getting sex advice from Oliver?"

"What?! No!"

You laughed, your boyfriend's face still as red as it was before, maybe never more. "Well, they made me laugh."

Chris smiles, "did you see what they say?"

You looked closer at the boxers, between the candy canes says 'suck me like a candy cane.' You think you laughed so hard you snorted, Christian smiles at your reaction.

"You're so unserious." You tossed the boxers at him, making him laugh. Christian kisses the top of your head, dropping the boxers on the bed. "Dinner's on the table, I'm gonna take a shower."

Holding onto Christian's legs, you pull yourself up. "You're not hungry?"

"I'll eat later, go on before it gets cold." Your boyfriend kisses you softly and lets you go.

Dinner was eaten quietly, christian taking his sweet time into the shower before joining you nearly an hour later, shirtless and sweatpants handing off his hips.

Thumb pushing against your teeth, you hummed as you watched him plop himself down on the couch next to you.

"What?" He asks, arm stretched over the backrest of the couch.

"Nothing," you smiled, scooting closer to your boyfriend.

Your head rested on his chest, the two of you watching the cheesy holiday movie you had put on. An arm stretched over his abs, fingers delicately tracing over the indented lines along his skin, moving over to his forearm. His tiger tattoo has always been one of your favourites, your nail pressing into the ink as you moved from one detail to the other.

Christian notices your hand, not thinking much of it; this was a normal thing for you two, your hands were always on him. It wasn't until he felt your hand move from his arm to his hip, fingers creeping closer to the hem of his sweatpants that he stopped you.

"Don't even think about it." His hand catches you, hand wrapped around your wrist.

You huffed. "Why not?"

"I'm trying to watch the movie."

"They all end the same way, a kiss in the snow." You tell him and Christian rolls his eyes, "way to ruin it for me."

You press your lips together, biting back a laugh. Christian lets go to your hand, letting it rest over his lap. That was his mistake. Your hands wander, as they always do, rubbing along his thigh and up to the bulge in his pants.

As much as he tries to ignore you, he can't. Christian's head tips back into the couch, a soft groan slipping past his lips.

"What happened to don't even think about it?" You teased, moving to sit between his legs. Christian rolls his eyes, dropping a pillow onto the floor for you.

He mumbles, telling you to shut up as you reach for the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down. The last thing you were expecting to come face to face with was bright green boxers with candy canes on them.

"You're fucking joking," you laughed, looking up at him. "They were already on the bed, babe. What was I supposed to do?"

"Get a pair from the drawer?" You suggested, laughing at him. "I cannot take you seriously."

Christian takes matters into his own hands, taking them off and tossing it behind him somewhere. "Okay gone now, c'mon."

"You're so demanding," you laughed.

He nods, giving you a tight lipped smile watching as you lean forward with your mouth open, tongue out and Christian bites back a groan; doesn’t matter how many times he sees you like that, you look perfect every time.

No matter how much he tries, he can’t pull his eyes away from you. His head tilting back at the feeling of your mouth on him, your hand wrapped around what can’t fit.

Your tongue swirled around the tip, hand slowing up and down the length of his cock in the meantime.

Chris's hand tangles in your hair, holding it away from your face as you take all of him in your mouth. He sighs, a string of explicits slipping past his lips.

You glance up at him through your lashes and that was enough to make him cum but he held off, because he knew you’d tease him if he did even if you did tell him it was okay.

“Made just for me, weren't you?” He mumbles, his hand rests on your jaw. His hand turns over and you feel his knuckles brush along your cheek. “Like being on your knees for me, hm? Good girl.”

The praise hits you straight in the core, only making you go faster.

Your cheeks hollow as you bob your head up and down. Christian's hips buck, your nose brushing against him.

He tugs on your hair a little, taking control of your movements before pushing you down all the way, only stopping until he hears you gag slightly. His head falls back against the cushions, your name along with a few other words tumble out as you glance up at your boyfriend once more.

You can feel his cum on your tongue before you pull off of him with a pop.

Still on your knees, your eyes are on the man as he takes a few breaths. His hand caresses your jaw for a few moments before he pulls you up and onto his lap.

"I love you, you know that?" He whispers, nose pressed into your temple. You hum, "you've gotta get rid of those."

"What?" He asks, looking at you.

You point to the green boxers that were on the floor. Christian laughs, "yeah okay, babe. Whatever you say."

Your boyfriend falls flat against the couch, laying down and you look at him a bit confused, "was it that good? Got you exhausted now?"

Christian rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you to lay flat against him. He looks at you, there's a glint in his eyes, something you only saw when he was up to something.

"What?"

"Sit on my face."

Your eyes widen, sitting up on his lap. "What?"

His brows furrow, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you as he's unsure what the confusion was about. "Did you not hear me?" He asks, "I said sit on my face."

"What? Why ?"

"I'm returning the favour, now come on."

Christian lays back and you’re still on his lap. “Come on then,” he smacks the back of your thigh lightly. “Come sit.”

You find yourself wiggling out of your shorts as you move back to sit on his face. Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully on his face but his hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down.

“I told you sit so fucking sit.” He mumbles from under you.

His large hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit.

Your body rocks, leaning forwards and your fingers tangle in his short, curly hair.

Christian's tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face.

"Chris," you mumbled, your chest heaving while you tug on his hair to get him to do that again. "Do that- yeah fuck."

His tongue doing figure eights over your clit.

The grip on your thighs would leave marks as would the stubble coming on along his jaw that was scratching at the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, his nose brushing against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt.

He glances up, his eyes fixed on your hand on your tit, head tossed back and mouth open. His name slips past your lips like a prayer.

“You're so beautiful,” he mumbles against you, nose brushing at your clit as you grind down on his face again.

Your legs shake for a moment, your grinding halts as you cum on his tongue. Christian's hands hold you in place, his tongue still lapping over your clit and his lips replace them a moment later.

He lets you shift off his face in your own time, laying down on his chest. Your chin rests on his chest as you look up at him, your fingers dragging across his lips. He smiles, letting you slip your finger into his mouth, biting it softly before you pull it away.

His hand resting on your lower back as you reach up to kiss him.

You can taste yourself on his lips and your hand on his jaw, rubbing along the stubble in his jaw. "See if I had bought these boxers, you wouldn't have gotten all that."

"Untrue, you can't keep your hands off of me." You reminded him, the man's cheeks now red and he laughs. "Yeah, you're right." He whispers, kissing you.

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ifangirlalot · 9 months

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what finn’s characters are like during s3x? I FEEL WEIRD REQUESTING THIS BFISJSJSAJDJS

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 ˎˊ˗ | starring the fellas

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~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] too many to pick out, just a shit ton of nsfw shit.

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✧˚ finn ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

Well, it kind of depends on the day. Sometimes if he's feeling particularly stressed, he just wants to watch you ride him and praise him while getting his head rubbed. But if he's pissed off (or just bored), he wants to top. When he tops, you know you're probably not going to be in the same position for more than a couple minutes.

What are his favorite positions?

Finn likes missionary. He's an old fashioned guy who thinks eye contact is a private kind of intimacy. Doggy is definitely a hella close second though. He's a hair tugger, so it's a lot of fun to pull your head back by your hair while you're on your hands and knees in front of him getting impaled from behind.

How freaky is he?

Once again, it kinda depends on the day and the mood you catch him in. Being a celebrity, Finn's hella paranoid the second that zipper goes down an inch there's gonna be cameras all over the damn place, so public sex is a no-go. He'll fuck you anywhere in the house though. In fact, the bed is hardly ever an option. He loves shower sex and car sex, kitchen table sex ain't too shabby either. He has a thing for having his hair pulled and, as narcissistic as it may sound, he likes it when you call him by his characters' names. It gives him an excuse to change personas.

How noisy is he?

He doesn't have any loudass moans, but he has some breathy ones here and there. He groans more often than not. Occasionally he whimpers.

How long does he usually last?

About ten to fifteen minutes on a bad day and up to an hour on a good day. (Dude has almost spooky levels of self control.)

Protection or no?

Absolutely. He can't risk knocking you up right now.

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✧˚ miles ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

Top, all the way. He's somewhat controling and he also doesn't like sitting still for long, so he hardly ever lets you ride, as that would kind of give you the wheel and he's not about that. He likes to decide when you have sex, where you have sex, for how long, and in what position. He makes all the decisions, and you know. You're probably gonna be hella sore afterwards. Like hella sore. My man has hella high libido.

What are his favorite positions?

Miles has favorite positions that don't even have names, that's how fucking freakshit he is. He loves it to the side the most though, with his fingers wrapped around your ankle, holding it up, his grip usually pretty tight. His other hand is usually clamped over your mouth.

How freaky is he?

Miles is a FREAKSHIT. Most of the time, he twists you into positions that he's made up, and you know for damn sure he'd got an entire chest he keeps in his closet that he uses for "playtime". He's also maybe a tad bit creepy with the kinks that he has at times, but that's kind of to be expected. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

How noisy is he?

Not very. He lets out a few breathy groans here and there, but most of the time he's pretty quiet. It's kind of creepy, but also maybe a little bit attractive?

How long does he last?

As long as he wants to. It really depends on how horny he is, but averagely about thirty to forty-five minutes.

Protection or no?

Lmao, no. Good joke, though.

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✧˚ boris ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

It depends on how high he is during the fucking. If he's sober or moderately high, he likes to be on top. But if he's balls to the walls high, he's a little bby and must be treated as the pillow prince that he is.

What are his favorite positions?

Doggy. At least for dom Boris. He likes to pound behind you with your hair wrapped around his fist like a horse rein. Preferably with a mirror in front of you so he can watch while he smokes. He's a lil freak thang. Subby Boris likes to be ridden because BOOOOOBS in his face.

How freaky is he?

Boris likes public humiliation, whether he be the one being humiliated or the one doing the humiliating. He also likes watching you touch yourself while he's forced to watch with his wrists tied to a bedframe (this is sub Boris, btw. Dom Boris wouldn't put up with it.) He also likes spanking (him spanking you, he doesn't like his ass being touched because he's a bitch.)

How noisy is he?

Extremely. My boy does not care if someone else is in the house. If he's getting pussy, PEOPLE WILL KNOW ABOUT IT.

How long does he last?

Again, it depends on how high he is. Dom Boris can last for twenty minutes, but with sub Boris you'll be lucky if it lasts more than like ten.

Protection or no?

Sometimes, yeah. But the other half of the time he lowkey forgets and you have to get him to smuggle in some Plan B from the store.

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✧˚ ziggy ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

A top. A very messy, very cocky top. It's kinda funny how confident he is in his abilities. He is also a bottom. Pet his hair and watch him whine, I dare you.

What are his favorite positions?

He likes to go down on you. Albeit, he's very good at it, but he also a sloppy thruster. But at the same time, it kinda adds to the experience because somehow he manages to hit the right spots with every pound. Plus, look at him up there with his little gold chain. He's so cute.

How freaky is he?

Ziggy may be an awkward teenager on the streets, but he's a freak in the sheets. He has this fantasy where he really wants to record your sex so he can use it for tissue time later, but he's too much of a bitch to ask you. He's also hella good with his tongue, it's actually kind of surprising. Plus. You know. He look good as hell down there on his knees like the champ he is.

How noisy is he?

Lmao very. But only when he's actually having sex, if he's just beating it, he's pretty quiet. But during the real deal... Yeah, that loud ass moaning and swearing Evelyn hears from Zig's room is indeed her son getting to third base with a lady person.

How long does he last?

Thirty minutes tops for him. Not bad.

Protection or no?

Usually yeah, but for quickies he just pulls out and spills everywhere, which most of the time his mom finds because his stupid ass didn't clean up.

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[ A Note From Zee ]

Y'all, this took me way too long. I'm gonna have to split this into two part. Next part will include Trevor, Mike, and Richie.

#☝ ۫⠀PREFERENCE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . SMUT ۫ .#finn wolfhard #miles fairchild #boris pavlikovsky #ziggy katz #finn wolfhard smut #miles fairchild smut #boris pavlikovsky smut #ziggy katz smut #finn wolfhard x reader #miles fairchild x reader #boris pavlikovsky x reader #ziggy katz x reader #stranger things #the turning #the goldfinch #when you finish saving the world

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thegaysinmyhead · 4 months

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DC X DP IDEA(?)

Guys why is literally no one jumping on a VERY OBVIOUS trope for ghosts??

FUSION?? LIKE STEVEN UNIVERSE STYLE??

Just–hear me out hear me out!

Ghost forms are just extensions of their core, so it makes sense they can be changed right?? Gems physical bodies are just extensions and projections of their gem!!

SO, if going by a lot of phanon core logic, it would make sense if ghosts can have conversations to like fuse or something. Probably to use in battle mostly (ghosts are obviously territorial) but can also be used for love or to protect a weaker/damaged core! JUST IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES!!

Danny being able to fuse literally Steven universe style w his friends because he's a halfa, Danny being able to fuse with Jason because he has a connection because of the pits (Halfa or Revenant Jason Todd), Danny fusing with LITERAL BATMAN as he's the ghost king!!

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING THAT WOULD BE???

Jason in the middle of getting sacrificed: :|

Danny, the one being summoned and seeing a poor baby ghost/potential boyfriend material and snatching him to protect him: :)

Bruce:

Tim:

Dick:

Barbara:

Steph:

Cass:

Jason: ¯\(°_o)/¯

Danny: Mine now :)

*he says as their body erupts into flames and they become the most bad ass looking ghost that kicks the cultists asses; Before they started lounging around and reading Jane Austen* (floating laying down is apparently more comfortable than just laying down on something solid, so its nice to float and read)

ORRRR

Justice League facing off an impossibly strong enemy that they have no choice but to look into outside sources to help defeat him (Trigon, Darkseid, something else that probably show up like 4 times a week lmao). Eventually, JLD get wind of a new ghost king who's supposedly kind and benevolent, which is races better than his old counterpart.

With the entire League's permission, begrudgingly Batman's, they summon the Ghost King as a last option and are ready to sacrifice anything for his help (within reason). Imagine their surprise when Danny Fenton, aged somewhere between 16 to 21, pops up in the portal looking frazzled and like he was woken up from a nap. Not even in his ghost form, just blinking owlishly at the League members while gaping like a fish.

"Holy shit—the Justice League?! I'm being summoned by the Justice League?! Ohmygod Tucker is gonna freak"

Constantine butts in looking nervous as hell and sweating buckets, "Your Majesty—"

"Just Danny's fine, I can't believe I'm being summoned by THE Justice League!"

"...Danny. We could really use some of your help, mate. See, we got ourselves an issue we can't really fix ourselves–"

"I'll do it. I'm not even joking, you guys don't even have to ask me twice,"

Everyone in the League (besides Batman) was watching with bated breath at the exchange. The confusion as a random teenager showed up was quickly washed away with how formally he was addressed, but it spiked back up when 'Danny' seemed to...hero worship them?

"—But!"

Ah, there it was. Can never do trades in the occult for free.

"I would really do it for free if I could man, honest! Just...I need to make a teensy weensy deal to be let out of the circle? You guys don't even have to let me do it on my own if you're worried I'll go rogue! You can tie me into a deal about one of you 'using my power' in exchange for like, a cup of coffee or something,"

Now everyone (except Batman, though he seemed to have a clenched jaw) was opening gaping as the omnipotent described being. Being offered something to great...in exchange for a mug of bean water? There had to be a catch, some sort of trickery, but Diana and many others could sense no ill intent on the young king. Constantine had even let up on the nerves as the being continued to speak, relief seeming to crash through his entire body when he realized none of them would have to give up their soul or something. Batman was the first to speak up.

"And if you were...to offer your power to one of us, what would that entail for the mortal or semi-mortal user?"

The king hummed and tapped his chin in thought, "Well, they'd probably be fine. Most of my power would be filtered through myself, so whoever is wielding it wouldn't go mad or suddenly overwhelmed with it. It'd be like turning on the tap while the well is underground, or something close,"

Batman nodded before Danny continued to speak.

"—But, obviously, I reserve the right to take away my power at any point if I see it needed. I would not be mind controlled, nor would I be drained, I would be an observer in the back of whoever decides to be at the other end of the contract until it's fulfilled,"

Constantine stepped forward once again, cigarette all but ash between his lips now, "Contract, right, mate. So uh, one of our sorry blokes gets access to your unfathomable power for the time it takes to beat whatever the hell it is out there. And in exchange, you get a cuppa? Maybe some biscuits and other treats with it to sweeten the deal?"

Danny smiled brightly at the ruffled looking blond and nodded, "Sounds good to me!"

All at once, the room dropped in temperature as the summoning circle around Danny became encased in ice. The ice shimmered an otherworldly dark blue, almost black, and stretched until it reached the feet of the young king. A spark lighted ontop of Danny's head before exploding into a flame, a crown taking shape through the smoke of the fire to sit upon the teenagers head. There was a flash of blue as a ring materialized on the teen's finger, as well as a cape seeming to sew itself from nothing to sit upon his shoulders. Danny looked sheepish as much as he looked serious, his eyes now emanating a neon green with hints of red in his pupil.

"This is kind of the awkward part, whoever what's to use my power will have to form the contract. I don't really feel comfortable with a super or meta using it, with how powerful I am it might cause more damage than repair it, so preferably a human or mostly human host?"

Danny looked so incredibly shy all of a sudden as he rubbed the back of his neck in an incredibly human gesture. The word's were out of Batman's mouth before he even realized he was speaking then.

"I'll do it," The Bat walked forward to stand beside Cobstantine. Constantine pinched his eyebrows together before letting out a nervous chuckle. Danny just seemed to light up.

"Ohmygosh I'm going to be core merging with Batman," the young king seemed to be doing another small fan-boy freakout before coughing and collecting himself.

"Right, right. Contract to do now, tell my Fraid about this later," Danny lifted up a flaming hand towards the edge of the summoning circle, motioning gently to the Bat.

"Heads up, this is going to feel really weird. Just keep holding onto me after the contract sets, and then make sure to get everyone away as fast as possible. You will grow, it's not gonna be very nice if other people are around because you'll squish them,"

The other League members around nodded mutely, eyes staring at Batman as they prayed and wished for his safety. Batman just gruffed and slowly placed his own hand into the awaiting palm. It didn't burn as he thought it would. In fact, it felt quite cold. Like the feeling of putting your bare hand into a pike of snow just to know how it felt. Batman forced himself not to shiver as he felt the contract form through the handshake. The young king sent him a reassuring smile before he seemingly vanished.

No, not vanished. There was a bright light in Bruce's gloves hand that shook with power. The light—sphere, orb?—sunk into his palm, and this time Bruce did shiver. It felt like the biting winds of a blizzard as it crept up his arm to settle in between his ribs. There was a ringing in his ears blocking out the noise around him, but he could faintly make out images of the League rushing away from him and giving a very large berth.

There was a building in his chest, and he felt it pulse like a second heartbeat. Bruce pulled his hands to his sternum and clawed uselessly as the hevlar, the freezing cold threatening to consume him whole inside and out. His chest pulsed, and he fell to the ground in a heap. Bruce heard some of the members try to rush to him, but the JLD held them baback. There was a cracking like ice pulling away from itself, like glaciers splitting, and all of a sudden Bruce felt power rush through his veins.

It should have been overwhelming, it should have terrified him into immeditely creating contingencies, it should have drove him mad with power, but it didn't. Bruce didn't realize his form had grew until he opened his eyes (when did he close them) and blinked down at the members of the League. They were so...small compared to him now. Bruce felt more than he saw the flames dance from his collarbone, and they flickered up high around his thankfully still cowled face. Though, it seemed his face was the cowl right now.

Bruce turned to the being they were fighting (and losing to) moments ago, and smirked. He felt the spike of fear, and he suddenly knew that this thing didn't stand a chance.

GUYS I KNOW BRUCE WOULD NEVER AGREE TO POWERS LMAO LET ME DREAM THO I THINK HE WOULD LOOK COOL ASF AS A GHOST!!

#dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom #ghost king au #ghost king danny #jason todd #red hood #batfam #batman #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #ghost core

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peaxhxhair · 2 months

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Bad day || Husk

Pairing: Husk x Gn! Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/n in this fic!Drinking.

A/n: I have a feeling that 90% of my Hazbin fics will be ooc LMAO

“Husk dear, can I get another?” You say as you push your glass towards the bartender. Today had not been a happy day in hell - quite the opposite actually. Working in hell was always horrible, but working for the Vee’s was something else. Though, some are worse than others..

Working for Velvette was a job full of insults and being told that you’re shit at your job. Not once had you had a good day at work. Yet, you were aware that Velvette’s insults and harsh management were nothing compared to what other sinners were going through.

For the most part, you kept your feelings to yourself - instead choosing to drink. Husk was probably the most important person to you - being the one to pour your drinks and all.

“What the hell is wrong with you anyway?” He asks, as he pours whiskey into your glass before handing it back to you. Apparently your dismay was obvious because he noticed it immediately, choosing not to say anything until now. “Something on your mind?” He rephrases his question, and you force a smile onto your face, before Downing the liquid in your glass.

“My boss is really shitty” You say, eyebrows furrowed. He chuckles at your words, refilling your glass again.

“Join the club, baby” he says, leaning against the counter in front of you. You chuckle at him, but nod. Everyone in hell has a shitty boss. It was the home of shitty bosses after all. “The bee's giving you trouble?” His expression is concerned, and he refills your glass every time you empty it.

“Just Velvette. Though that’s probably the contract, huh?” You laugh, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. You felt stupid making a deal with Velvette, but you had no other option. That was years ago, yet you haven’t managed to break that contract yet. So, you were stuck working for her, dedicated to fashion 24/7.

You agreed to come to the hotel, in an attempt to be redeemed, and to maybe live normally for once. No luck yet.

Husk doesn't say much, just listening to what you had to say. Though, he was paying attention to how much you drank, eventually replacing alcohol with water. You, of course, noticed immediately.

“You cut me off, kitty?”

“You’ve had enough, baby” he says, pushing the glass of water towards you. You drink it anyway. You look down at the counter as he slides across another glass of water.

“You’re too nice to me” you were joking, but she seemed to take it seriously.

“Someone has to” His ears flick, and he turns away from you, returning to polishing a glass.

“Thanks kitty…”

#fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #reader insert #oneshot #requests open #x reader #gender neutral reader #requests are open #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husk x reader

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cheeseceli · 5 months

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It's okay

Pairing: I.N × Gn!Reader.

Genre: hurt/comfort.

Summary: you feel like everything is falling apart, but your boyfriend is there to hold you close.

Warning: mention of blood; mention of food; Y/n is pretty much in a breakdown; not proofread; some cursing.

Author's note: this happened to me but I had no i.n with me lmao😔 hope this might bring comfort to anyone who needs it

"Y/n?"

The voice of your boyfriend woke you up from the confusion that was in your mind as soon as you heard him, noticing the worried expression his features had.

"What?"

"You've been staring at this glass for a while now. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah" you started drinking from your glass of water, avoiding any other question. The cubes of ice had already melted "everything's alright."

"Okay then. Uh... do you want to order food? We can eat that guioza that you've been dying to try. Or we can just have the usual."

"Just order whatever you'd like."

You stood up and went to the kitchen, feeling guilty for treating Jeongin so cold-heartedly when he clearly was worried about you. But you really, really didn't have the energy to talk in the moment. And even if you did, you doubt anything good could get out of your mouth right now. So you were going to wait.

Wait until your problems disappeared, or until you were brave enough to face them. Whatever came first. But honestly, you didn't expect that any of the previous options would actually happen. You were just waiting for everything to get worse and dry you out. Those last days couldn't have gone worse and now you're just playing this game where you try to guess what horrible thing will follow in the list of disasters in your life. Maybe someone steals your phone tomorrow. Or you can break an arm before going to bed tonight. Maybe your university catches fire, your boyfriend breaks up with you and you receive a call from your parents telling you you're a dishonor. The possibilities are infinite.

Whatever the case is, you just feel something bad will happen, as apparently you have no control over your life anymore. Nothing happens as you plan it, it doesn't matter how hard you try. In the end, you can't stop unpleasant situations in your life, like letting the glass slip from your hands. Very next thing you know is the pain in your foot as the glass shatters next to it.

"Y/n? What was that sound?"

"Nothing"" you tried to keep calm and not involve I.N in your mess, even though you knew it wouldn't work. Not a second passed by and you could hear his footsteps coming closer.

"Oh shit."

"It's okay, I'll clean it."

"No, Y/n, stop. You are barefoot and already bleeding."

"It's just a small cut."

"Still a cut. C'mon."

You didn't quite understand at the moment, but when he searched for the nearest pair of shoes available to wear and took you in his arms you got it: he was bringing you brided style to the bathroom.

"You're overreacting."

"Just sit down, please." He placed you in the sink and started an inspection on your cut, analysing how bad it could be "does it hurt a lot?"

"No. I told you it's just a small cut."

"It's not that small baby. What's going on?"

He was focused on cleaning your wound and didn't really look at your face, but you knew he was paying attention to every small movement of yours. You could see he was trying to help you. For a second, you really wanted to be helped.

"Was it really that obvious that something's wrong?"

"It's the second glass that you break this week. Besides I know you well."

"Sorry 'bout that by the way."

"I don't care about a glass, Y/n. I just want you well. Can you tell me what's bothering you?"

"It's just..." now his eyes were on you, and you could notice how much he truly cared about you. Funny how just his eyes could lift a lot of weight out of your shoulders "I don't know, everything's seems wrong. My backpack ripped in the subway, my friends love to say shit about me as if it's the funniest joke ever, my family's dog is sick, I didn't have a proper meal for more than a week and this is a never ending list. I know I must be being dramatic as hell right now, but to be fair, I feel like I'm on the edge of a breakdown."

"Baby" I.N dried one of your tears with his thumb. You didn't even notice you started crying "it's okay to feel like that. You're not being dramatic at all. After such a hell of a week you deserve to let your feelings out. What about I cancel that order, I cook your favourite to you and we sew your bag later?"

You have him a small smile, glad you had someone so great by your side, someone who knew how to be there for you "I'd like that very much."

He smiled as well "Great."

Jeongin stood up so he'd be able to give you a proper hug. Your boyfriend wasn't the touchy type usually, but he was really great at giving hugs, so whenever a moment like this happened, you tried to savour every minute.

"We can go to your parents' house tomorrow if you'd like. Maybe your dog will get better by your side."

"It's a three hours drive."

"I'm a good driver."

You smiled, hugging him tighter and pressing your face into his chest "thank you."

Reblogs and feedback is always appreciated!

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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voxtechemployee · 1 month

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for as many characters as you can stand writing in one request,,, what are the guys in hazbin weak to, like in a partner?? if that makes any sense ahah

i saw your second ask that specified you meant to have hazbin AND helluva, and i can definitely do that for you! this'll be fun! i did omit some though to keep it,,, not dramatically long LMFAO (also, bear in mind that when there's more characters, i'll end up writing less for each to make sure the response isn't a million miles long lmao)

☄. *. ⋆ ALASTOR he is weak to a good sense of humor and very obviously, intelligence. physically, he doesn't have any requirements. alastor tends to focus on who you are, rather than how you look. ༊*·˚ LUCIFER he wants someone kind at heart - evil on the surface is one thing, but at his core there is still genuine good. physically, he prefers a much taller partner than himself and honestly, a nice ass is always welcome. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ANGEL DUST he wants someone who can keep up with his flirtatious jokes and playful banter. he appreciates someone who is willing to simply listen to him when he needs to get shit off his chest. physically, he is into men and men alone, so a thick cock is quite nice, preferably average in length. but he also really likes pretty eyes. ➶ ｡˚ ° HUSK he needs someone strong enough to shake him out of those depressive swings he gets into, but also someone gentle enough to just hold him sometimes when things get to be... too much; and someone who will be able to know which of the two options he needs in on a bad day. physically, he's honestly not that picky. : ̗̀➛ VOX he has to have someone that can handle push and pull - he likes obedient partners, but he also likes having to correct them when they go off the beaten path. physically, he likes having a partner that is fit, and if not fit, at least pretty to look at. ⋇⋆⋆⋇ BLITZO .... fuckin' christ, you have a lot to handle with this idiot. he's repressed, thinks he's unworthy of attention from those who love him and will push you away at every opportunity. he's afraid to lose the ones he loves more than anything else. physically, he really likes partners who are well-endowed in general. ◇◆◇ STRIKER personality-wise, he's got a lot of unspoken trauma. he's mentioned that he's lost everything because of royals, and i personally hc that means he lost a family somehow. so he's going to need someone patient and willing to handle some distance while he slowly gets used to being loved again. physically, he's definitely more into those who are physically fit and powerful.

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growinguparo · 4 months

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Thinking once again about the intersection of being aro / perpetually single and the Housing Issue. It is without a doubt the biggest issue I face as an aro person, particularly in fucking Canada.

In my province we have rent control on almost all rental units by default. Annual rent increases are capped at 2.5%, and though I have had landlords in the past try to break that law, they back down when you say "that's literally not legal lmao try again".

In my province we also have a type of lease called a group lease, where multiple people sign on as a group. This is the standard type of lease used in properties with more than one bedroom.

If one person wishes to remove themself from a group lease, that terminates the lease for all of the other tenants in the group. Therefore, in order to continue living in the unit they are already in and may have been in for years, the landlord can choose to force the remaining tenants to reapply, and upon signing a "new lease" they can increase the rent by however much they want. Forget 2.5%, they could double rent with no consequences and still get tenants because that's how desperate people are in Canada.

Seeing as that's fucking insane, I talked to multiple lawyers about it the last time this happened to me, and they all said yeah no, if someone wants to be removed from the lease then the landlord can choose to deny a takeover and force a new lease. You can prevent the issues that come with a new lease if everyone remains on the old lease even if they no longer live there, but that is rather precarious for everyone involved and also makes your landlord hate your guts.

Anytime a new lease is signed, landlords can increase by whatever they want, so renovictions are very common (I've been renovicted as well). With all these easy-to-access loopholes, "rent control" is a joke.

It is New Year's Day and I have received yet another email informing me that since one of my roommates decided to leave at the end of the lease period, our lease will be terminating and showings will begin next week. If any one of us wants to stay, we have to reapply at market rates with a replacement person already in the group ready to sign a new lease, or we have to all remain on the old lease.

I left my parents' home in 2016, and since then I have moved 15-17 times, depending what you count as a move, and lived in 12-13 different places. That's due to a bunch of forced circumstances, including co-op placements and illegal evictions, but many of those moves were because the roommates I was living with decided to move on with their lives, and I had no choice but to move as well.

When I tell people I've moved 15 times in 7 years, they are always shocked. I'm like, how have you NOT though? Having had this conversation many times, I start to ponder what makes me vulnerable to this type of exploitation, and what makes my friends able to avoid some of it.

#1. As a low-income disabled person, I am unable to afford "market rates". This means I'm always tryna get units that are below market rate, and those landlords are invariably very interested in removing their tenants to bring their busted-ass units up to market rate.

#2. I am SINGLE bro. No one is planning their life around living with me. Every time a roommate leaves, I get forced out too. I did have a long-term roommate for a couple years who bounced around 4 places with me, but eventually she moved city - as is her right - and I was forced out again.

Couples also have more options when it comes to affordable housing, particularly if they are willing to share a room. Sharing a room cuts your rent in half. It’s pretty rare to see just one person living in a 1bed because it’s just ludicrously expensive, but for couples it’s a decent option. During the searching stage as well, if you already have someone to live with it’s a lot easier to find places than if you also have to find new roommates (this part is especially brutal for me as a trans person). It is certainly still difficult for couples in the market, I know couples who have ended up homeless as well, but being alone makes you more vulnerable.

The housing crisis is a broad issue affecting literally everyone, but single people are one of the groups that is systematically disadvantaged, making it a significant issue for aros imo. It is the combination of being single and low-income that has made me so vulnerable to housing instability.

Edited with minor corrections

#yo sorry i remade this post cuz there was a bit of an error on it regarding the legality of evictions #hardly matters but i don't like spreading any misinformation #it's hard to evict but easy for the landlord to make your life hell for choosing to stay #and if the people who leave truly want to no longer be responsible for the unit then there is no choice the lease must be broken #which breaks it for all parties #insane #bonkers insane laws

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chosos-lesbo · 2 years

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locked out of heaven (university au)

fratboy!mingyu x fem!reader

synopsis: you never thought you’d call him for anything other than sex, but after locking your keys in your car at 2 am, he’s the only one who answers.

word count: 2.9k words

warnings: cursing, (badly written) smut, oral (fem. receiving)

a/n: kinda inspired by me locking myself out of my car the other day (thankfully not in the middle of the night). also, i am obsessed with the idea of mingyu being a frat boy lol. also, this maybe kinda shitty because this is the first thing i’ve written in like a year lmao

“fuck, why is nobody answering?!” you exasperated, looking at the list of calls you attempted to make, but to no avail.

you’d think that someone would answer after 6 missed calls, but it couldn’t be soonyoung. you called almost all of your friends in your contacts; hell, you even called wonwoo. but those bitches wouldn’t answer the phone.

being stuck at a kind of creepy gas station at 2:30 on the morning was most certainly not ideal. when you had gotten out of your car to get gas, you’d thought that you left your door unlocked. however, after pumping the gas and trying to get back in the car, the door didn’t budge when you pulled the handle. the thought of how careless and stupid you could be caused tears to start building up in your eyes.

you scanned your phone, trying desperately to think of who to call. your eyes landed on someone that was probably going to be your last option; someone you would prefer not to call in your current situation: kim mingyu. you and mingyu have been fuck buddies since the start of the semester. you just so happened to meet at a frat party on rush night; how you didn’t ever notice this hot man until junior year was bewildering.

that night the two of you hooked up, exchanging numbers afterwards, and it ended up lasting till around halloween. one thing about your relationship though, you almost never called first, making this even more awkward. however, this gorgeous man was your last resort and hopefully your knight in shining armor.

you pressed the call button, holding it up to your ear. after four rings, the tears started to burn in your eyes, losing all hope, but the universe was on your side this time as mingyu answered.

“hey, love. i would never expect-“ he began, but was cut off.

“oh, thank fuck!” you cheered, with a sigh of relief. you choked back at the now tears of happiness.

“what, were you really that horny?” he chuckled, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“not exactly.”

“oh then, what is it?”

“so um, i locked myself out of my car at a gas station, and nobody was answering my calls,” you sniffled, wiping the stray tear that fell on your cheek. “i was wondering if you could pick me up.”

you could hear mingyu clamber out of bed, sounding like he hit the floor. “jesus, mingyu, don’t hurt yourself,” you scolded with a light chuckle.

“oh my god, y/n, i will be there as soon as i can. text me which one you’re at, but don’t hang up, okay?” mingyu rambled, sounding like he was shuffling around and then a jingle of some keys.

“okay.” you followed his orders, putting him on speaker and sending your location.

the sound of his car turning on brought yet another sigh of relief, and you finally felt comfortable enough to sit on the hood of your car.

“you still okay, love?” mingyu asked after a few moments. the simple pet name made your heart swell and cheeks heat up, but you’d never admit anything to yourself or others the possible feelings you had.

“yeah, thank you again,” you replied, a small smile forming on your lips. “even for a frat boy, you’re really sweet.”

“hey now, watch the stereotypes,” he scoffed in a joking manner. it was silent for a couple minutes before he piped up again. “okay, i’m turning onto the street.”

you hopped off the car, fixing your hair, and adjusting your clothes before his arrival. sure enough, 30 seconds later, a black jeep with a Lambda Chi Alpha license plate on the grill turned into the parking lot. mingyu pulled up to the gas pump directly in front of yours, putting the car in park.

you ended the call before you jogging to his car, climbing into the passenger’s seat. you sat there for a couple minutes, twiddling with your thumbs before anyone said anything.

“okay, so what do you plan on doing now? am i taking you to your apartment, or something?”

“we can’t exactly do that when i don’t have my keys, and my roommate is asleep. i called them countless times, but they never picked up,” you whined. the panic started to set in again; even though you finally had someone here, you had no fucking clue what you were going to do now. “god, i’m so fucking stupid. how the fuck does this happen?!”

“woah, it’s okay, y/n. this happens to everyone at least once,” he cooed, rubbing your back. “how about this: you can spend the night with me, and i can take you home in the morning. then, we can figure out the situation with your car.”

“okay,” you croaked out, your breathing starting to even back out. you smoothed your hands over your pants, leaning back into the seat. mingyu suddenly grabbed your hand, slightly startling you. he mumbled an apology with a shy smile, squeezing your hand.

you’d assumed he would’ve let go, but he didn’t. well, he did let go for a moment as he shifted gears to start the journey home, but his hand quickly intertwined itself with yours almost immediately.

you couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks at the sweet gesture. if you were being honest with yourself, you had began to develop feelings for him following the long conversations shared after sex.

you stole a couple glances on the short ride to his place, admiring how the streetlights would illuminate his features. he may have caught you once, causing your cheeks to heat up as a grin formed on his lips.

he parked and climbed out the car, and you only had a chance to open your door before he was there, offering you a hand. you accepted, stepping down from the jeep; he shut the door once you got out, locking the car.

you followed him the short walk down the sidewalk and to the front of the chapter house. even though this was definitely not your first time here, being under vastly different circumstances, you found yourself just sort of standing there after slipping your shoes off. thankfully it seemed all the others were asleep in their rooms, or at least just hanging out in there.

you looked around as if you were discovering what it looked like for the first time. you took a long exhale as you shoved your hands in your jacket pockets and began rocking back and forth on your feet. mingyu had began walking down the hall, but he must’ve felt you not following him. he stopped and turned around, giggling slightly at you standing there so cutely.

“make yourself at home, love. i’m gonna go grab you some clothes to change into,” he called as he continued along to his room.

he came back in less than two minutes with clothes in hand, which you accepted and went to the restroom to change. he may have seen you naked before, but something felt different right now.

once you got in the bathroom, you wanted to keel over after seeing your reflection. you looked an absolute wreck with hair going every direction, mascara that ran down your cheeks, and eyeliner smeared practically to your ears.

you washed your face and ran fingers through your hair to get the fly aways under control. after finishing washing up, you changed into the set of clothes that smelled of his detergent and cologne.

you stepped out of the bathroom, hugging your old clothes to your chest. you saw mingyu on the couch in the living room, scrolling on his phone. you coughed, gaining his attention as he set his phone down on the arm rest beside him.

“thank you for picking me up,” you say, getting flustered as his gaze was completely focused on you. “and for not saying anything about how much of wreck i looked.”

“i mean, sometimes you look like that after i fuck the shit out of you,” he replied, a shit eating grin. you gasp, throwing the clothes you had in your hands at his head. “i’m kidding. well, kind of.”

“whatever,” you muttered, biting back a smile. you went into his kitchen to grab a plastic sack to throw your clothes in. you return to the living room to find him standing up, arms stretched over his head as he yawned. the way his shirt slightly rose to expose some of his tummy and the muscles in his biceps had you biting your lip again, but for another reason.

he peaked an eye open, looking right at you. “i could feel you staring at me.”

“i can’t help it when you’re that pretty,” you shrugged, happy that it was his cheeks heat up this time.

“okay, well, i’m tired and ready for bed so,” he paused, walking towards you slightly. he crouched down slightly, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he lifted you. “let’s go to bed.”

“oh my god, mingyu!” you exclaimed, giggling at his antics, holding onto his waist for dear life as you hung upside down.

he jogged upstairs and into his room, kicking the door shut. he threw you down on the bed, climbing over top of you. his strong arms on either side of your head, and his eyes just boarded into yours. you expected him to kiss you harshly, but he crouched down to peck your forehead before falling beside you.

he rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm over top of you and pulling you to do the same. when you did, your eyes met his; this eye contact was different from how it was times before, at least if your memory serves you right. it would’ve made you insecure if it wasn’t for the gentle smile on his lips.

you took advantage of this moment to admire his features as well. the way his hair that had grown quite a bit since the beginning of the year, or the way the apple of his cheek became a bit more prominent because of his grin. you went back to look in his eyes, and as expected, he was still staring directly at you.

“not gonna lie, with you looking at me like that, i’d think you were gonna confess your feelings for me,” you mumbled, laughing lightly. you don’t even know why you said that, but honestly, that’s what you were hoping he would do.

he just laid there for a moment, slightly taken aback. he didn’t say anything as he shifted to lay on his back, now staring up at the ceiling.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said-“

“i do like you, y/n. a lot, actually.”

now it was your turn to lay there flabbergasted, which the surprise only lasted for a moment before the joy overwhelmed it. “good. me too,” you replied, sitting up. you swung one of your legs around, straddling his waist before falling onto him.

one of his hands landed on your hip, the other behind your head, as you kissed him. when he began to kiss back, it started out innocent, but his grip on your hip became tighter as his tongue slipped in your mouth. the other hand started tugging at your hair, causing you to moan into his mouth.

as the make out session continued, it slowly became more heated as you began to grind on his crotch. it seemed to flip a switch in his head, and he flipped you over, quickly moving on top of you. he quickly took his shirt off as you did the same, followed by your pants.

you laid there in your panties that most definitely did not match your bra, but it didn’t matter as the look in his eyes did not falter for a moment.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, pulling you up slightly to meet your lips again.

it didn’t last long before he started kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. he found the sweet spot like he did every time and sucked on it, causing a moan to leave your lips. he continued to leave his mark as he worked his way down your chest. he reached underneath you, unclamping your bra, and threw it on the floor beside the bed.

he got lower and lower until he met your clothed pussy. his hand began sliding up and down your thigh before he paused for a moment, looking up into your eyes.

“do you want to do this?” he asked, waiting for your consent.

“fuck yes,” you answered quickly, raising your hips off the bed, so he’d be able to get them off easier.

he pulled them off with two fingers on each side, throwing them onto the floor. he kissed and licked his way up your legs, slowing down once he reached the most tender part of your inner thighs. he sucked on the sensitive skin, licking over your stretch marks and the fresh marks left there. he pulled your legs over his shoulders as he got closer to your cunt. his eyes looked up at you as his tongue met your folds, watching your eyelids flutter and you hands grip the bedsheets.

he found your clit, slightly sucking on it before teasing your hole with the rough pad of his finger. he licked over your cunt again before inserting two digits into your greedy hole, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you.

he continued pumping in and out of you with his fingers, slowly adding another, playing with your clit with his tongue. it wasn’t long before the coil in your stomach started to become tighter, and your moans becoming more sporadic. in this moment, you hope his frat brothers are asleep because if not, there’s no way they couldn’t hear what was going on.

mingyu’s mouth left your clit, but his thumb quickly replaced it, not allowing for your climax to slip away. he knew you were close.

“come on, baby. be a good girl, and come on fingers,” he commanded, which seconds after, you released onto his fingers with one last loud moan.

you panted for a moment as he pulled his fingers out, sucking your juices. he shifted, allowing your legs to fall on either side of him as he reached up to kiss you again. the way you could taste yourself on his tongue made you moan again, and you could feel his clothed length rubbing on the inside of your thigh.

“i want you inside of me,” you whined, breaking the kiss.

“i thought you’d never ask, baby.”

he quickly took off his boxers, freeing his member that dripped of precum down the angry head. he reached onto his bedside table, grabbing a condom. he quickly rolled it on and aligned his cock with your entrance. he sank in slowly, bottoming out in you, filling you so nicely like he did every time before he slowly started pumping in and out. the curve of his dick hit at just the right angle every time, causing a long series of moans to fall from your lips.

“you always take me so well, baby. your pretty little pussy is so fucking perfect,” he groaned.

the lustful sounds coming from him and you felt like heaven, and god, he never wanted to forget this feeling. the way your nails dug into his back, leaving bright red scratches over his toned back, and the way he knew his grip on your thigh would most likely leave a bruise that he’d probably feel guilty for later.

his pace became faster and sloppier as he began to reach his climax, but his thumb met your tender clit, rubbing quick circles over it. the way he knew your body like the back of his hand never ceased to amaze you. your walls began to clench around his cock, causing almost a growl to fall from his lips. he knew you were close behind him, so he didn’t hold back and released into the condom. he continued through his high, and you were seeing stars as the orgasm finally hit you.

a long sigh left your lips as your eyes rolled back into your head. thankfully, you didn’t pass out this time like you have in the past; that sure as hell gave mingyu a scare, thinking he went too far.

he slowly pulled out, your cum slipping out onto the bed as he did so. he quickly disposed of the condom as he got up to get a rag to clean you up. he threw it in a hamper on the side of the room before falling in bed beside you.

he laid on his back, and he pulled you to his side, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. you could hear his steadying heartbeat as you traced small shapes on his tummy. he gently ran his fingers over your back as you both laid there in silence for a moment.

“would you want to be my girlfriend?” mingyu asked quietly, his hand stopping. the thought of you rejecting him still crossed his mind, causing a lump to feel like it was building in his chest.

“yeah,” you answered, cheeks heating up slightly. you were glad he couldn’t see you right now because he probably would take the opportunity to tease you.

he raised up for a moment to turn the lamp off, but he settled back into his original position. it wasn’t long before he could tell you’d fallen asleep with your even, slow breaths and the cute way your feet would slightly twitch in your sleep. he kissed the top of your head, pulling you in tighter if possible before drifting off to sleep too. he’d deal with his brothers’ noise complaints in the morning.

#mingyu x reader #frat boy!mingyu #frat mingyu #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #kim mingyu #university au #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #mingyu smut

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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diasomnia, 1 — 19

***Spoilers ahead!!!***

Note: this is just a general summary of what has happened so far and my initial reactions to those major events. I focused my comments on whatever interests me the most (ie lore and funny character interactions), so there are definitely details that were overlooked and lines that were simplified to make a joke; please do not rely on this as a translation.

Big thanks to @shuuenmei and @curekibouka-writing for clarifying the more confusing tracks of the story (some parts were difficult to follow the sequence of events for) and the details of the✨ deep lore ✨ It was fun screaming with the both of you—

Ah yes, Yuu’s Sleeping Beauty dream right on cue. Finally starting to put together the puzzle pieces, huh (Yuu goes to check on the Great Seven statues to confirm they saw the Fairy of Thorns in their dreams)? About time—

As expected, Sebek loses his mind and tells Yuu to not abuse Malleus’s kindness. He’s also super pissed that Malleus and Yuu act familiar with each other (and over the nickname). Yup, that interaction went about as well as we all predicted…

Not Lilia being the “I’m an anime boy late for anime school (the internship meeting)!” trope 😂 All he needs is some toast in his mouth!

Crowley talks about boring things how the internships will work and we hear more about the areas of interest for the third years.

Lore ✨ Each internship “semester” is 3 months and you can only take certain internships if you qualify for them via your grades, credits, and electives. You can choose to do 3 separate internships (again, 3 months each) or do 1 internship (for all 9 months). A B or higher is needed on two of the “semesters” to graduate. Students must also submit reports each semester. Some places additionally require interviews and/or special tests to be passed before a student is accepted as an intern. Placements are not first-come, first-serve; you need to earn that spot.

Trey says he wants to do something related to pastries or agriculture; basically, things close to food production 🌾 He wants to take advantage of his opportunities as an NRC student while he still can!! Trey said he wants to work right after school rather than go to university.

Cater is interested in the entertainment industry; he mentions magazines and videos?? It seems he isn’t interested in higher education.

HELP they randomly mention that Ace’s older brother interned in the entertainment industry too (it gets brought up when Cater was considering a theme park for his own internship)??? TRAPPOLA NII ALSO CURRENTLY WORKS IN ENTERTAINMENT????? When do we get to meet him, Ace—

Vil is continuing to advance his own career in film. He already picked out a studio to apply for, and expresses an interest in magical pharmaceuticals (though he doesn’t intend on going to college). Very fitting specialties for everyone, I must say!

Rook is interested in archeology so he can learn more about the world! After learning about S.T.Y.X., he realizes there’s so much more he doesn’t yet know. According to Trey, Rook does appear to intend to pursue college/higher level studies.

LMAO at Trey constantly having to translate Rook-isms for everyone 😂 Classic Science Club…

Unca Weona is cwanky cuz the talking is disturbing his nappy—

Leona’s going to a mining and energy facility in his home country. It’s an option offered only to those with high grades. Leona wants to be a lazy ass 🦁 “They won’t fail their prince, lmao”

Idia is doing an software engineering internship at Olympus Corp (ie TWST Google) 👀 This is huge because back at the end of episode 5 (ie the episode 6 preview), Idia was actively rejecting offers from Olympus Corp, claiming that he wasn’t welcome anywhere. Character growth… Idia isn’t welcome back at S.T.Y.X. because of the Overblotting and how it nearly exposed the organization to the public eye LOL 😂 Absentee Shroud parents upset with him cksbskwbkcnfke

Malleus doesn’t seem to be interested in picking an internship; he says that, to him, 3 months is too short a time to really learn anything (temporal dissonance strikes again). In the end, he is going to research historical ruins?? He can hang out with the Gargoyles 😎 and Rollo/j

BRO WHAT ???? Lilia is dropping out of NRC??? THE FUQ,,,,!.’sveksbskebkzvczbvvv?$$$&85inmw I had to hard stop at this scene because it caught me by surprise.

The first years are talking about Mickey (like if there are certain conditions to get him to appear??). Oh god, they're planning a Mickey Mouse stakeout????? AND ORTHO IS INCLUDED IN THE GROUP AWWWW 🥺 He searches his databases and uses his cool robot tech to look for more information about Mickey but finds nothing.

GRIM MAKES A SUS COMMENT ABOUT HOW ORTHO IS MORE HELPFUL WITH THIS (Mickey and Yuu's worlds perhaps being tied or related to one another) THAN CROWLEY IS.

They overhear Sebek shouting in the cafeteria; he’s in disbelief that Lilia is dropping out of school.

So anyway, Lilia’s magic has, in fact, weakened significantly (he was almost late for the internship meeting because he woke up and found that he couldn't teleport). He plans on retiring in the Land of the Crimson Dragon (Mushu???? IS THAT YOU).

Interesting??? It seems that Lilia has been progressively losing his powers since even before Sebek and Silver were born… It’s not a super recent occurrence.

Sebek and Silver are understandably upset and mention that while it would be easy for either of them to visit Lilia, it would be almost impossible for Malleus because he will be so inundated with his royal duties after graduation. Malleus is distraught as well, but he insists that they respect Lilia's decision. AND HE’S LEAVING IN LIKE A WEEK? That’s barely enough time to mourn or to emotionally prepare for the fallout…

Malleus pitches an idea to talk to his grandma to not overwork Lilia (vice dorm leaders being overworked? What? In this game? Nooooooo/s).

Malleus's grandma is name-dropped (Maleficia)??? Is everyone in the Draconia family just Mal-something????

LOTS OF OMINOUS DIALOGUE ("Time is running out", "Fate cannot be defied", etc.)

After that whole conversation it’s clear that something isn’t right (despite Malleus maintaining his calm in front of Diasomnia). As soon as he’s away from them, the weather instantly turns stormy AND we see Malleus's blot accumulating as early as 7-13 in what I assume will be a very meaty episode.

Sebek and Silver help Lilia pack; Silver finds this tin in Lilia’s room. There is an old bracelet of acorns and thread inside.

Lilia shows up and says that it’s the most precious item he’s ever been gifted??? But it’s not clear who it’s from.

There's another item in the tin (the ring on a chain)! It has a weird effect on Silver?? I think it makes him sleepy???

The gem in the ring is the same color as Silver’s eyes; Lilia thinks its because his parents wanted his eyes to be forever unclouded and pure 🤨 That’s cute and all, but it makes me really suspicious that something super bad will happen later and I’m living for that—

This ring was tied to baby Silver when Lilia found him. He planned on gifting it to Silver when he's finally an adult... and now is that time 😭 Ain’t no way they’re giving us these heartfelt moments only to not tear it down later with something devastating… And?? With the ring being so fancy, there’s no way Silver isn’t descended from some rich family (or even royalty/nobility) himself??? Prince Silver real????/j cuz that ring sure does look like Princess Aurora’s crown…

Sebek pulls up with THIS fucking monstrosity?? It’s a weapon (axe???) Lilia used from back in the day (like, in war). However, nowadays he uses it to chop regular shit like wood. The weapon looks very similar to one that Maleficent’s minions use.

It's made out of a special magical ore! It’s called Mystium, and it changes shape according to the wielder’s magic.

Back to Yuu and co. staking out Mickey! Grim is finally realizing that if Yuu goes home, he’ll be alone 😔 Noooo, fur baby… Don’t be sad..

They wait for a while but get sleepy because Mickey is taking forever to appear. When Yuu wakes up, they see Malleus’s green lights and they go outside to find it’s snowing (again, because of his weird mood). He apologizes and makes the snow vanish, then confides in Yuu about his insecurities.

Malleus tells a story about how he froze the castle and some people when he was a little kid (omg Elsa core???) because because his grandma had promised to eat with him and was late or didn’t show up due to her royal duties keeping her busy. It sounds like even the palace servants were afraid of his power because of incidents like this. Like. It’s kind of implied Malleus almost killed them (Lilia says Malleus almost “lost” those people) with his magic.

Lilia was the only one who came for Malleus to check on him when he was upset, dried his tears, and tried to understand him. He comes over and frees the people that Malleus froze, then everyone starts preparing and eating shaved ice made from the ice encasing the castle (not randomly, I think it was Lilia’s suggestion).

Malleus gets jealous because he saw everyone enjoying food without him and/or he thought Lilia was angry at him. (This is the point when Lilia tells him he has great power so he has to be careful how he uses it, ie the “you almost lost the people that you’re now happily eating with at the hands of your own magic” talk.)

Lilia uses his weapon to make some shaved ice for Malleus and invited him to join in (I think this may be the same weapon Sebek finds in his room in the present???); this helped Malleus “connect” with other people, or at least invited him to join and do the same thing the others were) It’s because of Lilia that Malleus is okay with eating cold things. UM???? HELLO???? Is that why Malleus’s favorite food is ice-cream??? Or at least a part of it?

BTW LONG HAir PONYtAIL LILiA CANON yes I’m way more excited about this than I was about that entire ice story

Yuu calls Malleus lonely 💀 and Malleus is shocked because he’s so used to being alone that the thought never occurred to him…

Oh no, Malleus learned that Yuu has “found a way home” (ie Rickey Rat hunting) 🙃 he’s like. “You are leaving me as well?” AND RIGHT AFTER HE JUST LEARNED ABOUT LILIA GOING… Lilia, who has been with Malleus ever since he hatched from his egg…

Friends, family… everything and everyone he cherishes is leaving Malleus. “Even if I have great power, I have nothing. I gain nothing, I always lose. No one will invite me, not anymore.” No Lilia, No Yuu 😞 Malleus, your abandonment issues are showing—

NAUUUR not more ominous shit 😭 Not the “man, I sure do wish everyone wouldn’t go :(((( if only there was a way for me to have everything I want…” coming from the mouth of a super insanely powerful magician…

NOOOOO not Yuu unintentionally enabling Malleus… He asks if there was a way to be with your loved ones forever, would Yuu take it?????? YUU DOnT SAy YES YOU FUQQinG IDIOT… ENABLER Yuu didn’t learn from Trey/j

MaLLEUS MY duDE 😔 DOn’T PULL ANY STUPID ShIT PLEASE (ie we all know he probably will)

Aaaand that’s all for now, folks!! Lots of sketchy lines and lore centering around grandpappy Lilia 🤡

Overall, I like the direction episode 7 is going so far! I was really worried that it would focus too much on Yuu and Malleus’s relationship rather than elaborating on Malleus’s relationships with the rest of Diasomnia, but I’m glad that the main story actually touches upon how integral Lilia is to his found family—and to Malleus, of course. A lot of interesting plot points have been set up (especially surrounding Mickey and Lilia), and I’m really looking forward to seeing how those conclude 👀 I feel like we also got spoiled with character lore; I love that time is a Real Thing in TWST and the the boys are aging and thinking hard about their futures. Can’t wait for the angst to hit me full force like a truck 💕

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freeuselandonorris · 3 months

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☰ for Monday, with the “who did this to you” trope? Love your fics <33

(from the fic ask game)

HI ANON i am so sorry this has taken me a million years to answer, i started weirdly overthinking it??

my understanding of the ‘who did this to you?’ trope is it’s very hurt/comfort-centric, which is not a genre i write very often (hence probably why i overthought this for so long lmao).

if i was to approach a remix of monday from this angle i think i’d like to do it from lando POV and explore more of why he’s so insecure and why it takes him so long to trust that oscar genuinely really likes him and isn��t just looking for a quick fuck to take the edge off. there’d be more of a focus on lando’s past relationships and in particular how he went from being a slightly nerdy kid (like, he looked twelve until he was about twenty) to suddenly being a millionaire heartthrob with a huge social media following. but he also self-describes as a simp (in the lando norris vs slang video) and clearly wants to be in a “real” relationship rather than just fucking about, so i’d look at what happened to him to make him so cautious with his heart.

proooobably this would end up with past dando or carlando? i have a mild aversion to carlos so i’d probably go for fuckboy daniel ngl.

i think it’d take oscar quite a long time to actually get round to asking lando what happened — partly because he’s got a bit of an attitude of “well, lando will tell me in his own time if it’s important to him” but also because there’s a bit of him that doesn’t really want to know, especially because he’s got a pretty good idea it involves another driver. he’d probably bring it up pretty idly, in the end — lando would make some veiled comment about how netflix would have creamed their collective pants if they’d known the half of it while oscar’s scrolling past DTS trying to find something to watch, and oscar would very casually… actually, y’know what.

Lando feels Oscar go still next to him and mentally kicks himself. Might’ve known Oscar wouldn’t let that one drop.

“So are you, like.” Oscar wets his lips and shifts on the bed, curling up so Lando’s tucked further into his chest. Lando presses himself back, drawing Oscar’s arm around him. “I dunno. Did something happen? With Dan.”

Lando closes his eyes, considers his options. It’s tempting to squirm back against Oscar’s body, press his arse into his crotch and slip Oscar’s hand under the hem of his T-shirt until he forgets the line of questioning, forgets he was saying anything at all. It’s mad, really, the way he responds: Lando only has to pull his shirt up, bite his lip a certain way, and he’ll have Oscar distracted and reaching for him, even now. It’s been months. Lando’s experienced it before, that first flush of desire when he can use his body to control how someone feels about him. It rarely lasts, though, once the novelty wears off.

Which is sort of the point.

He sighs, aware it sounds a bit huffy, and picks up his phone so he can flick through his notifications while he speaks. “I mean, I guess? It was just stupid, though.”

Oscar breathes behind him, slow and deliberate. He hums into Lando’s hair, strokes a thumb over the ticklish spot on Lando’s waist, the dip just above the ridge of muscle that delineates his hip.

Lando swipes through notifs from Discord, Instagram, iMessage, WhatsApp, Reddit, Sky Sport. Dismissing each without seeing it. He laughs, and it comes out all wrong, harsh in the back of his throat and defensive. God. Wet as fuck. “It was just — I mean, he was fucking miserable, you saw him. So I guess he just wanted a pick-me-up, y’know.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice unreadable. He’s so fucking blank sometimes. Lando fights the urge to turn round and scrutinise his face, opens his emails instead and starts deleting anything that doesn’t look vital.

“He said,” Lando says, aiming to deliver it as a joke. “‘I’m straight, but I bet you suck dick like a girl anyway’. Like. What does that even mean?”

Oscar’s thumb stills, just for a moment, then resumes its slow path. “I know that’s offensive, but I can’t tell if it’s sexist or homophobic or both.”

Lando makes a disgruntled sound of agreement. “Yeah, well, whatever. It was — whatever. Wasn’t anything.”

“You said,” Oscar says mildly. “But I can see why you’d… Why it’d make you cautious.”

Lando sighs. Thinks of Luisa, showing him screenshots, her face streaked with tears. Watching the comments roll in, badly spelled threats he didn’t even bother reporting. The way Carlos never quite relaxed around him once people started tagging them in stupid ship videos. Googling how do you make someone sign an nda locked in an unfamiliar bathroom, mouth sour with vodka, head spinning. Waking up at 5am in lockdown, Max hyperventilating next to him. The girl from Raya he’d sent flowers to, trying to do the thing properly and be romantic, only to find she’d blocked him ten minutes after he got the Your package was successfully delivered email.

“It wasn’t him,” Lando says, locking his phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. He turns, tangling his legs between Oscar’s and leaning in to nip at his jaw, breathing in the familiar smell of Oscar’s basic aftershave. Oscar's arms tighten around him. His cheeks curve into a smile beneath Lando's mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

#hopefully this baby ficlet makes up for my tardiness in replying!#think it's unblocked me after a few days of feeling frustrated with writing so hooray for that #apologies to dan i needed a villain #mctwinks #fic meta #answered #mondayverse #prompt fill

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pink-tea · 11 months

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txt calling you spanish pet-names

☆ rating: sfw, fluff

☆ headcanons !!

☆ hispanic/spanish-speaking! reader

☆ i just did what txt would get called, how could i not write this aaaah. also i just found out that hbo max has say yes to the dress, i love this show so fucking much oh my god (update:) i am on season 5

☆ slight use of hispanic lingo/slang, if you need the context to any let me know in comments <3 (translations at the end!!)

other version ♡

yeonjun

ღ mi reina/rey

yeonjun seems like the type to call you some form of royalty lmao. something in my brain just sees him pronouncing the "r", smiling proudly when he says it successfully, kissing the back of your hand like a tease. really the type of guy to really just treat you like his queen/king, adoring you soso much even though he's the kind of asshole who will tap his cheek instead of straight up telling you to kiss him. i can just imagine trying to get ready, looking at yourself in the mirror while yeonjun sneaks up from behind, pressing shy kisses along the side of your neck before catching your eye in the reflection and mouthing the words "mi reina/mi rei" into your skin.

ღ amor

yeonjun's a romantic, i have nothing off the top of my head that i can use as proof of this but i feel it in my gut 100% it's such a classic but that's what makes yeonjun like using it, it's sweet, it's romantic, it makes your heart flutter and yeonjun says it at the most random yet perfect times. he has a habit of saying it mid-makeout, lips red and bruised and wet with your spit. he smiles into the kiss, pulling back just to tell you, "te amo, mi amor" because he really does :( you're the love of his life, his amor.

soobin

ღ tesoro

tesoro bc soobin treasures you <3 it's sweet and you tease him for the pet-name being a little old fashioned, but soobin just genuinely thinks of you as his treasure :( you're something lovely and bright that's come into his life, and it feels like he's searched for so long just to find you, a red 'x' marked in the sand. there was probably a time where you asked him if he calls you treasure bc he plays a lot of looting video games and the color just drains from him face. "oh my god i never thought of that," and he looks so panicked that you have to fuss and reassure him that you like it. "no! no, it's ok, it's cute, i like being your tesoro, promise <3" (he's still a little worried).

ღ bebe

soobin seems like such the type of guy to call you "babe" or "baby", but he also wants to make it special by copying the way you call him pet-names in spanish. "qué quieres comer, bebe?" he asks you one day, scrolling through the menu of whatever take-out option the two of you had settled on for that evening. "mmm, that's cute," you comment on the pet-name, coming up behind soobin from where he sits on the sofa. he twists his body to look at you, bunny lips quirked up into a relieved smile. "te gusta?" he asks, and his broken accent is cute enough for you to plant a playful kiss on his cheek. "mhm, me gusta."

beomgyu

ღ mami/papi

this is so him. at first it started out as a joke, something to tease you with whenever he's trying to get your attention. "mami, pleaseee," he whines into your ear. "quiero sentirme bien," he tries, hands dangerously close to slipping underneath your shirt when the two of you are literally supposed to be out the door. "gyu, please don't do this right now," you scold, words getting caught in your throat when he kisses the pulse-point on the side of your neck. "want you right now, mami," he persists, cold hands settling on the skin of your stomach. "please," he begs, and fuck you're weak </3 needless to say it became more than just a joke.

ღ guapísimo/guapísima

wants matching pet-names with you, but he always has to one up you so he adds "isimo" or "isima" at the end. it's like, at first you're so endeared by it because matching pet-names are always so cute, but then you find out the truth behind it when you call him guapo and he turns it into a competition. finally being able to win by shutting him up with a tug of his hair and a kiss. "callate, guapo," you hush into his lips, already feeling the way his lips curl into a pout. "callate, guapísima," he shoots back, laughing at your exasperated sigh.

taehyun

ღ mi alma

at first i wanted to make taehyun's "mi vida", but also taehyun is just so loving. when taehyun falls in love with you, he feels it in his soul. he feels it in the way you give him butterflies with every peck on the cheek, the way his heart stutters when you press your lips against his. it feels like you're his other half, the reason he loves to wake up in the morning. you're the other part of his soul, and it makes sense to call you just that. "soy tu alma?" you ask teasingly, cradling taehyun's face in your palms while he nods. "mi alma," he confirms, eyes bright with adoration.

ღ ángel

the things i would do for taehyun to call me his angel oh my god </3 i see myself falling into a sort of theme with the pet-names taehyun picks, but it just makes so much sense. taehyun who constantly comes home tired, vocal cords on the verge of being sore because of how many ad-libs he's recorded :( collapsing on top of you when you're laying on the bed, giving you his best smile when he's so close to passing out. "i missed you," he admits softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, weight suffocating you. "get off me before i die," you whine, pushing at his arms. "you'll die and become an angel," he hums, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips. "mi ángel del cielo," he continues, proud of himself when he catches sight of your grin.

hueningkai

ღ chikibby

think chikibaby but kai makes it a point to pronounce it like the 'a' isn't there. kai who's just six feet full of adoration for you, cradling your face in his palms/squishing the absolutely fuck out of your cheeks and cooing. thinking of his pretty heart-shaped smile, the way he’d absolutely beam as he shakes you around and talks about how much he loves his chikibby. you cant even get mad at the fact that he’s kind of hurting you bc the way he says it makes his lips end up some kind of puckered up pout and it’s so cute </3 breaking his concentration by kissing his pout and making him trail off into shy giggles, stop I’m in love </3

ღ fiu fiu

"mi bebito fiu fiu" stop because that song would get on my nerves so much, but I feel like hueningkai would absolutely love saying "fiu fiu". and like, it's supposed to imitate a whistle, but hueningkai says it so fucking much that it ends up becoming your pet-name. "mi fiu fiu <3" "kai please stop saying that i'm begging you." but he doesn't listen. he also finds it adorable because he literally can't whistle, so whenever you ask him to sit put on your bed and tell you his opinion on some random outfit online, it's his default response. "what do you think about this one?" you ask, smile already creeping on hueningkai's face when he gives you a thumbs up. "fiu fiu!" it's almost like a pun, he loves it.

mini-not-so-mini translation section:

ღ mi reina/mi rey meaning my queen/my king

ღ amor meaning love

ღ "te amo, mi amor" meaning "i love you, my love"

ღ tesoro meaning treasure

ღ bebe meaning "baby" or "babe"

ღ "qué quieres comer, bebe?" meaning "what do you want to eat, babe?" and "te gusta?" meaning "you like it?"

ღ mami/papi meaning mommy/daddy but meaning more "my woman" or "my man" in this context

ღ "quiero sentirme bien" meaning "i want to feel good" and callate meaning shut up

ღ guapísimo/guapísima meaning very beautiful/very handsome

ღ mi alma meaning my soul

ღ ángel meaning my angel

ღ "mi ángel del cielo" meaning "my angel from heaven"

ღ chikibaby derived from the words "chiquita/chiquito" and "baby"

ღ fiu fiu as something meant to mimic the sound of a whistle, used as a term of endearment

#txt x reader #txt fluff #hispanic reader #this was so much fun but difficult for literally no reason #i love them #so much :(#txt for latine (i'm the only latina they need)#txt scenarios #txt headcanons

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