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medicinalkiwis · 1 year

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Hello there, medicinalkiwis here!

My name is Kiwi, I mostly occasionally reblog random stuff relating to writing, gaming, or art, and I am an amateur writer who constantly has ideas mucking about in my head. I'm afraid I haven't ever actually finished anything, though I do have several ideas bouncing around in my head that I plan to actually work on.

I consider myself part of many "fandoms" including (primarily) several different anime such as Haikyuu, My Hero Academia, and ; the popular tv show Supernatural; video games like Stardew Valley, Baldur's Gate 3, and Skyrim; and certain YouTubers such as Markiplier, Sam and Colby, and YuuriVoice; and many others. However, I should make it clear that I simply watch the anime in particular and do not keep up with fandom drama that I only hear about much later.

Masterlist:

*Blank and ageless blogs will be blocked.*

I am willing to take questions relating to what I write or just general questions about anything, as well as requests for one shots or series that anyone wants to see. Please refer to the list under the cut to understand the things I will and will not write for. Feel free to let me know if there's something you're interested in that is not on the list!

Asks will be tagged as #askkiwi and #kiwianswers

Finished works (such as one shots) will be tagged as #kiwicontent

Parts in a series will be tagged under the name of the series, the number of which part it is following the name of the series, and as #kiwiseries

Requests will be tagged as #kiwirequests and under the name of the person who made the request, or under #anonrequest if the person was anonymous or wanted to be referred to as such

Drabbles will be tagged as #kiwidrabbles

Posts not related to asks, current works, etc. will be tagged as #kiwirambles

Posts related to asks, current works, etc. will be tagged #kiwiinfo

Reblogs will not be given a specific tag, but may be tagged with my thoughts on whatever is reblogged

Below the cut will be a list of things I will and will not write when taking requests. If you are unsure about something or have questions, feel free to ask!

Warning: Darker themes referenced below the cut. More may be added to each list later on.

"✓" means it is something I will write. "×" means it is something I will not.

✓ Fluff

✓ Angst

✓ Smut

✓ Hurt/comfort

✓ Self inserts

✓ Reader inserts

✓ Oc x canon

✓ Oc x oc

✓ Canon x canon

✓ Friends to lovers

✓ Some mental health related content

✓ Referenced past domestic violence

✓ Aftercare

✓ Omegaverse

✓ Some humanoid non-humans (e.g. shifters such as werewolves and dragons, Khajiit, Argonians, Driinkiin race mod, certain aliens)

× Excessive blood/gore/violence

× Currently abusive relationships

× Horror

× Kinks related to what goes into a toilet

× Incest/stepcest

× Smut with underage characters

× Dubcon/noncon

× Mindbreak

× Forcing a character to do something they don't want to

× Furries

#askkiwi #kiwianswers #anonrequest #kiwirequests #kiwicontent #kiwiseries #kiwirambles #kiwidrabbles #kiwiinfo

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kiankiwi · 1 year

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just wanted to say I love your writing sm!! 💗💗

I was wondering if I could request a cg!elvis (specifically big daddy elvis 👀) with a little reader where she is in the swimming pool at Graceland and acting very bratty and refusing to get out. elvis gets her favorite things, stuffies, toys etc. to bribe her out of the pool but she still refuses, then he promises her cuddles and she finally gets out and he wraps her in a big towel and they hug for a while by the pool🥺

THANK YOU SO MUCH you have no idea what that means to me <3333 Feedback is always loved. 70's E coming right up!:

You and E were having a day together and it was wonderful weather so you and E were lounging in the pool. You had been in here for hours and were starting to get pruney. E had noticed you were getting pruney as well and in fact it was time for your nap as well so he figured it was finally time to get out and dry off.

"Time's up baby, time to go in and get in your jammies!" You stopped your splashing, trying to read Elvis's face to see if he was just kidding or not. "No, I wanna play." Elvis stands up from his beach chair and walks to the edge of the pool crouching down to talk to you. "I know you want to play baby but you're getting pruney lovie. And it's time for a nap. C'mon bubs you can get all warm and cozy and have some snuggles, huh?"

You back up and lean back, positioning your hands as if you're going to splash Elvis. Elvis raises his eyebrows and puts his hands up to somewhat defend himself from the water. "You better not splash me, Y/N. Don't even think about it." You eye him for a minute before backing away from the idea, but still not getting out of the pool like your daddy asked, going over to grab the ball in the air to make it splash once it comes back to you.

Elvis sighs and walks into the house thinking bribery is the only thing he can think of to get you out of that pool. Usually when you notice him walk away from you, you lose it screaming and crying but you're so caught up in playing that you don't notice he left until he comes back with your favorite blankie over his shoulder and your favorite stuffie in his hand. He shakes it to catch your eye.

"Hey baby, who's this? Wanna come hug your friend? He told me he missed you!" You eye your favorite plushie and oooh do you want to snuggle your face into your blankie but you look around at all the toys in the pool and how nice the water feels on your tanning skin. "No daddy I stay here. Play here."

Elvis has to supress a groan and he tosses your blankie and your stuffy on the beach chair and turns back to you and you scream. "Hey! Don't throw Bubbles! Be gentle daddy!" You're angry now. And you glare at him so he knows it. Elvis keeps trying to coax you gently. "C'mon baby don't you want snuggles? Snuggles with daddy?" Elvis can tell you're actually considering it but at the last second you scream, "NO! PLAY!" Elvis groans, "You little--" Elvis stops to pace a bit and then gets down on all fours by the edge of the pool and reaches out, grabbing your arm and pulling you toward him, picking you up. "Enough, you little monster. We're going night-night then we can play some more later."

You try to wiggle out of his hold and you try to use the advantage that the pool water makes you slippery but you're daddy is prepared that you're gonna start flailing and catches you every which way you go. "No, no, no. We're going in. No negotiations." He knows that too big a word for you to understand in your headspace but you do understand the word no and the fact that he literally just pulled you out of the pool. Elvis takes you to the edge of the sliding patio doors where he meets Jerry who's ready and armed with a warm fluffy towel. Elvis holds you and Jerry wraps the towel around you, tucking it around you securly while you just cry and cry into your daddy's shoulder.

"Oh I know, I know it's the end of the world, I know baby." Jerry chuckles, rubbing your back a bit to comfort and dry you a bit before you go into the house to get ready for naptime.

Eventually after about fifteen minutes of Elvis patting your back and swaying you back and forth still outside, you finally quiet down, just hiccuping and sniffling.

"We doing better, honey?" Elvis asks as he pulls back to look at your face. And sure enough, you're dozing in his shoulder. Elvis chuckles. "Of course little one. All that upsetness and now you're passed out. Jer look at 'er." Elvis walks over to Jerry who's laying up in a beach chair and turns so that he can see you passed out on your daddy's shoulder. "Oh my gosh.." Both the men chuckle and chuckle even more when you feel Elvis's chest move with laughter and you whine at him, wanting to be still. "Sorry lovie."

I was writing about sunshine and pools while I see snow falling lol

I hope you enjoyed! I hope it was okay <33

I also love how 70's e can be the most stern <3

If you have any ideas or requests let me know <333333

Happy reading

#cg!elvis #cgelvis #cg!jerry #daddyelvis #kiwiswriting #anonrequests #anon answered

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approximately-32-leafcutter-ants · 20 days

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You got a gold star ! (As per anon request)

by all the leucoagaricus in the colony we never expected this!

we are flattered and shall put this in the nest next to the queens and our baseball card of zambrano

#the ants go posting one by one #and seriously thanks to whoever anonrequested this :)#:3 :3 :3 >:3 so on and so forth

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bridgertonhouse · 11 months

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Hi, how are you? Do you take requests? Can you gif the popbuzz interview, the part India and Corey say "ain't nobody is shaking"

I hope this is what you were asking for 🥰

#AnonRequests

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pjisskullourful · 10 months

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i have a stained sheets request 🫶🫶 what if the reader was misbehaving so as punishment damiano ties her up (maybe even edges her with a vibe but she’s not allowed to cum 🤨) and makes her watch while he jerks himself off 😼

ooooh i like this! i feel like i can work this in to go with the anonrequest of her being bratty leading to overstim as punishment, to be chapter 23

#anon request! stainedsheets

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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May I request a little something? Reader is an employee at the compound and is super shy.. and gets teased by some of the other agents relentlessly. One of the male agents gets kind of aggressive to her because she’s walking through the training area and he starts shoving her saying how she doesn’t belong. But not realizing why she’s there; she’s meeting Loki for a lunch date and he sees someone unworthy treating his lover like trash. If you don’t mind 🥺

A/N: Omg, totally, I had so much trouble figuring out which Avenger would be this mean, but also I feel like Steve would go to the gym to let off some angry steam so I went with him. Two things: The beginning is slow so I apologize and second, I did change lunch date to dinner for continuity. <3 It might seem a bit chunky because I did write some of this last night while I was tired, so I'm sorry if the quality isn’t the greatest.

Also, you're my first request, this notification made me very happy. Request as much as you want :)

You Belong

Loki x reader

Word count: 2201

Warnings: small mention of violence, mean!Steve, Loki fluff

Y/D/N - your dog’s name

It’s not like you hate working at the tower. In fact, it’s the best job you’ve gotten in a year considering you’ve been doing retail work for six years, but as soon as you heard about an opening at the Stark Tower, you resigned and applied.

Simple enough, your job includes watching security cameras and sitting at a desk. Sure, you’re a receptionist, but not much happens so you usually go on your phone and smile at the Avengers as they enter the building. You’re not complaining since you’re not the most outgoing person and the gods know what would happen if you were to have to interact with any of the Avengers (probably you spilling coffee on them or stumbling over your words). Most people don’t believe you when you tell them your job, but after a couple of your friends brought you lunch and crossed paths with the heroes, they stopped teasing you.

You’ve always admired the heroes. Steve, Captain America. You were told stories about him when growing up so when news broke out that he was alive, you became a fanatic. Then came along Tony Stark who famously announced his status as Iron Man and then the presence of an actual god, aka Thor.

They’ve been okay with you in the past. You thought that because they were Earth’s Mightiest heroes that they’d be nice to you, but they often shit all over you. You’ve attempted to say hi to them before, but you get mixed reactions every time.

“Good morning Clint.” … .“Even my deafness can’t drown out your annoying voice.”

“Good afternoon Thor.” …. “Earthling.”

“Mr. Rogers, there’s a package for-” … . “just send it to the floor. No need for conversation.”

Bucky, who is known to most of the world as the quiet boy, will wave and say hi every so often. You think he only likes you only because of your quiet nature, not freaking out over them or treating them like gods. The other Avengers ignore your gestures. Most of the people in the building will get ignored if they attempt to talk to any of them, or if they make the mistake and attempt to approach Tony Stark who will insult them then demand them to pick up his dry cleaning. You’ve been on the wrong end of his antics before, but it’s amusing to watch him mess with people who don’t know not to talk to him.

The attack on New York was the most memorable day, not because of the debut of the Avengers, but because of the introduction of Loki. Everyone was scared, not knowing what his intentions were until the creatures came. You remember working that day at the Tower when they came flooding down. Windows broke and people were going crazy.

Like the idiot you are, you just hid under the desk and hoped for the best. You could hear the screams and echoes of crying around you. It felt like hours before they were gone. Finally gaining the strength to come out of hiding, you found the US army in the building with Loki in handcuffs. You got a good look at the god before he made eye contact with you.

Ten seconds felt like ten minutes as the two of you stared at each other. You couldn’t tell his facial expression due to the muzzle like thing over his face, but the way he looked at you made butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t decide if he scared you or intrigued you. He sized you up, either in case he needed to fight you or he was checking you out. Then came more action.

There were double agents then Loki was gone. You weren’t even sure what to make of it. Months went by without the sight or even talk of Loki. Life went by like normal with the Avengers coming and going and your coworkers bitching about something that you didn’t concern yourself with.

Loki showed up one day out of the blue. Most people got nervous, but you felt the same feeling as the first time you saw him. You couldn’t even give him the same smile or wave as the others for a day or two, not wanting to look stupid in front of the powerful god. Picking up bits and pieces from eavesdropping on Mr. Stark, you found out Loki was staying with the avengers for a while as punishment for New York.

The thought of having to see the black haired god every day made you excited. There was something about him that was different from the rest. Maybe it was his power, or confidence, or even the way that he dressed. After a while, you mustered up the strength to wave to him as he entered the building, which shocked him the first time. He politely waved back, but then it became a habit. Then him buying you a coffee became a habit.

The first time you saw him drop coffee off by you was thrilling. You two became more than what you had with the other Avengers, every so often he’d even stop and talk to you for a moment. He learned your name, dog’s name, even your grandmothers. Your coworkers were stunned by the interactions, given the fact that you’ve never talked to any of them.

“Y/N.”

You look up to see the god saunter over you with a coffee in hand, Thor following close behind.

“I was wondering something.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you have a boyfriend, by any chance?”

“Of course she doesn’t. Have you seen… her?” Thor teases

“Go away, you lug.”

Thor rolls his eyes at Loki as he walks away, watching you two with a suspicious eye.

“I’m sorry for my oaf brother.”

“You don’t have to apologize. The Avengers see me as a burden.”

“That’s not right. You’ve been nothing but helpful, at least sine we’ve known each other.”

“I’m glad someone feels that way.”

“Anyways, you didn’t answer my question. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You felt the heat in your cheeks as he asked the question and hoped Loki doesn’t see your embarrassed rosy tint. Although you try to not let the heroes get to you, Thor is right. You have no chance of getting a boyfriend.

“I’m not… I uh.. No, I guess. No, I don’t.”

“Wonderful, so I take it you have no plans tonight?”

“Uh, no, I don’t.”

“Perfect. Meet me in the Avenger’s living quarters at seven. Wear something nice.”

Loki’s words linger in your head all day until you’re in your bedroom picking out something to wear. You know Loki, he’s flashy, bold. Nothing you own is flashy or bold enough to match him, but he also said something nice so is flashy and bold the way to go? You let out a frustrated sigh when your dog comes to the sound. He starts licking your face, sending you into a laughing frenzy.

“I know, Y/D/N, you make things better sometimes.”

You pet him for another moment before returning to the current dilemma. Searching through your closet, you pick out a simple black truffle dress knowing black will work for any occasion. You settle on some gold earrings and red lipstick. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you pray to whatever god that you’re not overdoing or overthinking the situation.

The night floods over New York as you drive to the Avengers tower. Every possible circumstance flows through your head. Good ones like Loki being into you, the date going well, possibly marrying him one day. Then the bad ones like this are set up, he’s going to be rude, he’s going to be demanding and pushy. As you pull up to a red light, you slam your forehead on the steering wheel. What are you doing to yourself? This is the god of lies, mischief, after all. There’s no way this will be some normal date he asked you on.

Oh my god, he asked you on a date. You’re going on an actual date with an actual god.

You pull up to the tower and park. Bringing yourself up the courage, you get out and make your way inside. Most of the workers are gone besides the security and one receptionist, Katie, who is by far your least favorite coworker. She stares at you in shock at your appearance.

“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that, missy?”

You get all flushed by her teasing, heading straight towards the elevator with hopes of no more interruptions. The attention you got from her was already too much. What if Loki makes a big deal? What if he goes on for what feels like hours about how you look? What if he doesn’t say anything? What if you’re not what he expected?

Trying to shake away the negative thoughts impaling your brain, you walk off the elevator as the doors open. Looking around, you realize you don’t really know where the living quarters are. You’ve never been on their floors before. Most of the time, the elevator won’t take anyone but the Avengers up there due to Tony Stark's well made A.I that practically runs the tower.

You wander the floor slowly, taking in every sight as you walk. You silently thank yourself for wearing small heels since you could hear a pin drop. The large windows display the night sky so well, showing every inch of New York below you. The light from the moon shines in the hallway as you make your way down.

A large thumping sound comes from the end of the hallway, drawing your attention to it and away from the scenery. Slowly, you make your way over to the sound, hoping it’s an indication of where you need to go, but it’s not like you know any better. The sound staggers, going off every so often but not consistently. You wander your way to a room with the door wide open, the sound emanating from it.

You peek in to see Captain America going at it on the punching bag. He’s shirtless so the lights reflect right off the sweat dripping down his body. You’ve always known the serum made him this buff super soldier, but the way his body is completely… perfect… is beyond you. Steve stops for a moment and turns around.

“What are you doing here?”

“I-”

“You shouldn’t be here. This floor is for Avengers only.”

“I was just meeting-”

“What with Tony? Are you just another one of his booty calls? I know you don’t speak much, since you’re all ‘shy’ and that,” Steve says, putting a sarcastic emphasis on ‘shy’, “but sorry to burst your bubble. Stark doesn’t date his receptionists.”

You are stunned into silence. In all of the teasing you’ve received from the Avengers, you’ve never had any of them treat you like this. You freeze up, not knowing what to say or even do besides fiddle with your fingers.

“Nat was right. You’re just some dumb secratary.”

That was the final blow. You back up quite quickly and go back down the hallway. You try to not mess up your makeup as you cry the whole way there. Steve’s scoffing is still able to be heard down the hallways until he comes up to you. He pushes you over, stumbling over your heels, as he walks away, muttering about you not belonging there.

As Loki exits his room, he hears a muffled cry from somewhere off in the distance. He wanders the halls to see you walking slowly towards him, trying to contain your tears. Anger eters his body as he storms towards you, raging at whoever or whatever made you cry. Then he sees Steve push past you in a hurried manner, muttering something to himself. Loki grabs his arm right before he can manage to pass by.

“What did you say to her?” he shouts.

“I told her she doesn’t belong up here. She’s a receptionist for goodness sake, not a very important one, but one that isn't allowed up here.”

“Did it ever come across to your small mind that maybe she does belong here?”

“How would she be?”

“Maybe because I asked her out on a date and told her to meet me here, but let me guess, you’re too shoved up your honorable and glorious ass to hear her speak?”

“Not like she speaks much.”

“And when did that ever stop you with the Winter Soldier?”

Steve stares daggers at Loki until he realizes the god may be right. Not wanting to admit his own fault, he scoffs and yanks his arm out of Loki’s grip, walking away to the showers. Loki looks back to see you staring at him.

“I’m so sorry, love. He’s not as great as he seems.”

“No, he’s right. I don’t belong-”

“Don’t you dare say that. You do belong here, as much as I do, especially when you’re with me.”

You smile as his kind words, feeling the desperate sadness fading away from your mind. Loki reaches out for your hand with a gentle smile.

“Now, I believe we have dinner waiting.”

#loki fluff #loki imagine #loki fan fiction #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki #loki x reader fluff #lovingallforloki #anonrequest

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poolwave · 3 years

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Credit: x

Do not remove credit when reblogging

#anonrequest #poolwave #poolcore #pool aesthetic #summercore #travel #glow aesthetic

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genshinwriter · 3 years

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p...please make a sequel to that Kazuha fic... your writing is so cute aaaaa i love it

Aaaaa thank you so much for reading it ;u; I’m very bad at writing sequels and I make no promises that I will publish it, but I’ll try! <3

#anonrequest #gwanswers

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justhockeythings-blog1 · 3 years

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Request: "I'm so happy! I can't wait for our little one to arrive!"

With William Nylander

Hi this has been posted!

#sorry for the delay #anonrequest

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paintfroge · 1 year

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No one ever ask me to draw a brass instrument again lmao

#doot doot #meme #instrument #trombone #music #marching band #band #frog #frogs #toad #toads #art #drawing #paintfrogefroge #paintfroge #paintfrogerequest #anonrequest

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luvrpop · 4 years

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advil in the bathroom

source: homestuck pairing: n/a requested: yes tws: over the counter drugs (advil) word count: 1498 synopsis: dave gets an eyestrain headache, and goes on an epic quest for advil extra: shoutout to my discord server buddies for lending me some help with their master rap lyricism

There are some days where things suck.

Those are the days where you stay in your room and no one sees you until dinner, or until you decide that boredom will kill you faster than just sucking it up and hanging out in the presence of other people. You say that you make your best music on those days, although your brothers would probably disagree. To that you would respond that creativity comes from necessity or some shit, and Dirk would tell you that the saying is “necessity is the mother of invention” while Hal explains why that doesn’t apply to your situation at all. They’ll still listen to your demo at 3 AM that night, and they’ll still tell you that they like it. You know they might be lying just a teensy bit, but it’ll still boost your ego.

But not every day is like that.

Your name is Dave Strider, and today actually hasn’t been that bad.

You’ve been playing Minecraft with your friends all morning, which is one of your favorite things to do. You finally proposed to your best friend June, who doubles as your minecraft-gf-now-fiance, and the realm has been busy with wedding preparations. It’s been the ultimate will they won’t they of the century, and Roxy had been bothering you non stop about “putting a ring on it” for forever. Rose is going to be your best man, naturally, and Jade is going to be June’s. Dirk’s going to be the officiary. Hal spawned 64 diamond hoes as a wedding gift. It’s going to be fuckin’ awesome.

For now, you turn off your computer and push away from your desk. You rub the bridge of your nose, hoping to stave away a headache from staring at your computer for so long that you know is inevitable. Rose has offered to buy you blue light tint shit for your shades, but you’re not interested in fucking up the lenses like that. Plus, you’re no bitch. You suck it up and head out to the kitchen like always, to rummage through the junk cabinet for an Advil or something. Hal is already seated at the island, reading something. He looks up when you enter the room, and you both nod in greeting.

June asked you once if it’s weird for you to have a robot for a brother. You had replied that you already had a robot for a brother so it’s no big deal, but you both knew that you weren’t serious. On top of it being sick as fuck to be able to say that your big brother is a super genius who built a super genius AI and then a fully functioning body for said AI, you just really like the guy. Plus, he helps keep things organized. Without him, you’d never know where anything is. Dirk isn’t messy, really the opposite. He’s very particular about where things go. The problem is that his idea of where welding supplies go is in the cabinet next to the fridge, where you adamantly believe dishes should be. And so on.

After a minute or two of fruitlessly searching for pain relief, Hal finally speaks.

“What are you looking for?” He asks, not looking up from his book.

“Advil,” you say, shoving receipts and a neti pot back into the cabinet.

“I see. Check the bathroom.”

“Why?” The fuckin’ cabinet won’t close. “It’s always been in here.”

“Dirk was on a reorganization campaign this morning. You really missed out, dude.” He responds, watching in a bemused fashion as you do mad mental gymnastics to figure out how to stack empty inhaler boxes in a way that will let the cabinet door close.

“Yeah, okay, cool, but like-” You have to pause to catch the bottle of Pepto Bismol that you should have known wouldn't fare well on top of a bunch of empty boxes. “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it or whatever. Now I’m gonna die of eye strain, man, and Dirk’s gonna laugh at my funeral.”

“You know that saying doesn’t apply to him.” Hal says, and you know he’s right. Dirk’s more of an “if it ain’t broke, fix it weekly as to assure it remains unbroken” sort of guy. You snort, and finally get the door closed. Hal pats your shoulder (awkwardly, because the guy doesn’t understand physical affection for the life of him. You appreciate the gesture anyway.) as you walk by, and you begrudgingly make your way to the bathroom. The door is locked when you get there, and you jiggle the handle, just to be obnoxious

“Dave, I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop jiggling the doorknob,” Dirk snaps from the other side of the door.

You snort, and jiggle more aggressively.

“Dave.” “I have a headache.”

Dirk makes a sound that is halfway between exasperated and confused. “I- Okay?”

“A big dumbass moved the Advil into the shitter, and I have a headache. So hurry up or unlock the door,”

“Dude.”

“Unless you’re taking a shit. Are you taking a shit, Dirk?”

Silence.

“Dude, el mayo.” You can see Dirk’s face scrunch up at that. He hates you and Roxy’s incessant need to say acronyms out loud in stupid ways in your head. “Why’d you even move it? Did you just wake up randomly thinking: 'Hey, I know what I'll do! I'm just gonna obliterate Dave’s afternoon by holding his salvation hostage and then shitting near it? That’s really fucked up, man,”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but the cabinet in the bathroom is literally called a medicine cabinet. This was inevitable.”

You kick the door half heartedly before stalking back into your room. You know he’ll bring you the medicine when he’s done, but you feel the tingles of a fire track coming on.

Fifteen minutes later, after turning down the Advil and locking yourself in your room, you’re convinced you’ve got the hottest shit since the meteor shower that killed the dinosaurs, headache long forgotten. You usher Dirk and Hal into the cramped bathroom (it takes a while to get them to comply, but you assure them that this shit will be legendarily mind blowing. And really, who could resist that?), and Hal calls sitting on the toilet lid. You’re obviously standing in the shower, so that leaves Dirk to sit on the floor.

“Couldn’t we have done this in the living room?” Dirk complains, interrupting you as you go to start the backing track (it’s the Minecraft opening theme, with some shitty bass over it.).

“It’s atmospheric, Dirk.” Hal replies, shaking his head.

“Yeah, duh,” You agree. “Now shut the fuck up, I’m about to take you to school.

Check it. Yo, I’m chillin’ on the comp but my head starts splittin’ Messin’ with my game, and fuckin’ up my sittin’ It’s bad, it’s mad, like an angry dad But it ain’t nothin’ compared to the rhymes that I’m spittin’

So I log out, get up, and leave my room My head’s killin’ me, I’m dyin’, y’know I gotta zoom Roll up into the kitchen, I’m cryin’, tearin’ out my hair So imagine my surprise when that shit ain’t there

Who the fuck locked my Advil up in the shitter? The fuck is your problem, I’ll vague you on Twitter I got a hundred followers, you forgot that I’m famous, They’re willing and ready to tear you a new anus.”

You’re about to continue creaming these suckers, but Dirk cuts you off before you can.

“Okay kiddo, I hear you, good god, sit down Is this bathroom a circus? Cause you’re actin’ a clown

I’m so sorry to tell you- Even Hal can attest- I’m so sorry for shitting This bitch has got IBS

I’ll spare you the details- My shit’s soaking wet- But may I remind you? That’s a medicine cabinet

So before you go cryin’ ‘I’m dying, I’m dying!’ Just study my flow, Cause that shit’s inspiring”

Oh, hell no. Not in your bathroom. Time to go fucking crazy.

“Eyes wildin’, I’m freestylin’ I’m crushin’ cube bitches, I’ll minecraft you some stitches Relief should be accessible, Otherwise that shit is unethical,

So you better say you’re sorry For puttin’ my drugs above the potty,”

This time, it’s Hal interrupting Dirk.

“Firstly, Dave, shawty, That don’t rhyme with potty To pay for these lessons? You’ll need a scholly

Your flow is vile, shit’s juvenile I think I’ve heard better from Terezi’s reptile

You’re frying my circuits, This shit is trash If I was organic, you’d give me a rash

I’ve got something to say, I’ll say it concisely: Shut the fuck up! I’m not asking nicely,”

Well shit. Hal’s got it on lock. You and Dirk groan, and the song ends. Hal always gets the last word.

The three of you will argue for the rest of the night over who wons (you did, obviously), and you’ll have a shitty microwaved dinner.

Today wasn’t so bad at all.

#modmori #homestuck #i really took the request and ran #anonrequest #sorry for any mistakes i didnt have someone else edit this #dave strider #dirk strider #hal strider #lilhal #hal

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melonmarky · 4 years

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aaa i had a dream where i woke up being kissed by haechan,, it starts off soft but then it becomes cute yet rough morning sex oh boy AAAA can u pls write out my dream? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

Morning Pleasures | LD, LH

Genre: some fluffy smut

Pairing: boyfriend!Donghyuck, girlfriend!reader

Rating: 18+

Authors Note: I hope you like it anon!! It took me a while to finish. (not proofread!!)

Upon opening your eyes, the room is starting to get lit up, the sunlight slowly creeping in through the slightly drawn curtains. You’re comfortably warm on one side and painstakingly cold on the other, a drastic difference. The source of your warmth? Your loving boyfriend Haechan, fully living up to his name. He finally stirs around and shifts onto his side. Placing his arm fully around you, he snuggles his head into your neck, his softs hairs tickling one of your most sensitive spots. “Babe, that tickles!” He only rubbed his head more, laughing when you got quite squirmy.

He stopped and the both of you were silent while holding onto each other. Not too long though you both erupted into giggles. Lifting up his head, Haechan placed a lingering kiss onto your neck before going back to his original position. “I love you Y/N.” Snuggling closer to you he placed another kiss onto your neck, the kiss was warm compared to your cold body making you hum at the contact. Seeing how much you were enjoying it Haechan went lower on his next kiss, going over the base of your neck. “That feels good.” Hearing you encouraged him to keep going. He slowly went back up, pecking spots on your neck along the way leading up to your jaw.

His hands drifted lower coming close to your heat. You could feel your once cold body start to heat up. You pushed of most of the blanket covering the both of you, not being able to stand the contained heat much longer. You place your hands on Haechan’s shoulders pushing his back against the bed. You kick over you leg over his torso and straddle him. Theres a comfortable silence that falls between the two of you but it soon gets cut short. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” You lower your face down to his, your lips connecting together with intensity. The kiss starts slow and sensual, small sporadic moans leave both your mouths. You bring your hands to the hem of his shirt, sneaking them under.

Haechan’s hands leave your neck and hair for a spot on your hips, circling his thumbs on your exposed flesh. The kiss continues to gradually get more desperate, the sound of your lips smacking echos through your bedroom. Pulling back from his lips you straighten up, reaching down at your top and throwing it somewhere in your room. Rushing back to find his lips, Haechan stops you, lifting up his torso and removing his t-shirt. Here he holds your back, placing you onto the bed and him now on top. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second just waiting for Haechan to make the next move. He grabs the top of your shorts and pulls them down along your legs.

After discarding them on your floor he dips back to to give you a few pecks before returning down to your clothed core. “You’re so fucking hot.” He slowly ran two fingers down your panties the lack of speed making you increasingly desperate. Finally Hyuck loops his fingers around the garment and pushed it aside exposing you to him. He doesn’t hesitate, using his freehand to rub through your folds. He placed his thumb over your clit, circling painfully slow. The pleasure building up as the seconds go by. Hyuck dips down and replaces his thumb with his tongue, gently licking and lapping up your juices along the way.

“Stop teasing.” Following your command he soon went to town. His tongue and fingers felt amazing. You could feel yourself nearing your release, tugging a bit on his hair he stopped. Donghyuck looks up at you wondering if something is wrong. “Please fuck me.” You let out a breathy tone. Hyuck goes up to give a peck and immediately pushes down his boxers, his cock springing up. He brings down his hand stroking his length. Bringing the tip of his member to your core, your wetness covers him allowing him to push into you easier. You moan at the sensation, placing your hand on his hip while he slowly thrusted.

Donghyuck takes this as a sign to speed up his thrusts the sound of your skin together echoing through the room. You pull him closer to you, your hands gripping onto his back. “You look cute like this.” You let out a giggle, smiling up at him. Only he would make a hot sexy moment be all cutesy. He uses one of his hands to rub at your clit as he continued thrusting. You could feel the beads of sweat build up on your neck, traveling under your bra, making you regret not taking it off earlier. You could feel his movements start to lessen, you knew he was close. Your hands wandered down to his hips smoothing them over his soft skin. “I’m close.” You knew you were as well, the feeling building up was getting to its breaking point.

“Shit!” Your name left his lips with a string of curses. His finger still stimulating you was the last push towards your release. You closed your eyes, moaning into Haechan’s shoulder, and putting your arms around his neck. After the both of you catch your breath, he lays next to you bringing his arm to your tummy. You shift to look at his face, your arm going over his. “I love you.” Smiling, you return the thought. “I love you too.”

#nct smut #nct drabbles #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct #lee donghyuck #haechan #nct haechan #nct donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream #asks #anon #answered #anonrequest

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kiankiwi · 1 year

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here comes some conceptd

imagine baby e just trying to get out of his crib, like baby just climbs until he gets out and inmediatamente starts to crawl/stumble around until we find him. or baby getting out of the playpen and going to the kitchen, maybe he gets messy bc like he found something like honey or nutella, etc.

and when we get home baby is just with his diaper and eating something with his hands lol but when little e sees us he gets so happy

You knew something was wrong as soon as you came back from greeting fans at the gate and getting the mail... When you left you had put Elvis in his giant playpen so that he'd be occupied and safe while you went down to get the mail but now he was nowhere to be found. Oh no, this is bad. You tune your ears to try to figure out where he is. "Elvis? Baby, where'd you go?" You're searching the living room to see if he's hiding and starting a game of impromptu hide and seek. But you finally know where he is when you hear something dropping on the floor and a very quiet "Uh oh!" You peek into the kitchen to find Elvis sitting on the floor in the kitchen in just a t-shirt and he has his hands stuck in a big jar of nutella for breakfast. "Oh jeez, El. Baby, why?" You ask. Elvis squeaks when he notices you and turns giving you the biggest goofiest smile. As if to say, 'Nothing is wrong here, mama, I swear I wasn't getting into anything'. You lean your head back to the ceiling, taking a deep breath trying to figure out what to do.

First things first, get the nutella away from him. You take the nutella from him and when you grab it, he tightens his hold on it not wanting you to take it away from him and whines at you. "No baby, that's enough okay? You know you shouldn't have gotten out of your playpen. Now you're a mess!" Elvis whines and looks down at his messy hands, refusing to meet your eyes.

You set the nutella jar high on the counter so he can't reach it again and wet a washcloth from the linen closet and attacking Elvis's hands and face with it. He dares to groan at you and attempt to wiggle away from you. "No, no, you did this to yourself, bud."

You eventually get him cleaned up and pick him up, taking him back to the playpen, and setting him in it. "Ten minutes time out bud and then all is good okay? I gotta clean up the kitchen now okay?" Elvis pouts at you but amazingly lets you leave the room, watching you as you walk away.

Just as you're finishing cleaning up his mess and all the nutella, you hear Elvis whining for you and slamming his open palms on the carpet to get your attention. "Hold on, baby, I'm still here. You still have five minutes." You come back into the living room and sit at the white couch with a book, refusing to look at Elvis until he's at least don with timeout to remind him he's there for a reason. Elvis quiets down, just happy you're there where he can see you.

I hope this was okay <3

#little!e #little!edrabbles #anon answered #anonrequests #kiwiswriting

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werejusttouchingeachother · 5 years

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Could you do haechan (if you’re comfortable writing for him) and can the reader be dom? 😉💗💗

Not Teasing

A/N: I wanted to keep this short like a drabble of sorts so its only sliiiightly dom, but don’t worry, I’ll probably write something longer soon cause bratty Hyuck is someone I want to dom the fuck out of and I’ll unleash all the dom then 🤤

Words: 989 (this is the first time in my entire life that I managed to not exceed 1k words, y’all, I can’t fucking believe-)

Genre: smut (m)

Pairing: Haechan x reader

Warnings: bratty sub!Haechan, sliiiiightly dom!reader

Hyuck was always annoying, a trait that did not change even when he was with you, his girlfriend.

It was something you didn’t mind, you even found it endearing often.

Until today when he’d teased you with a dick pic while you were at your lecture. Knowing the effect that he had on you, you’d raced home after classes only to find all of 127 home.

“We’re going out for dinner,” Hyuck had said with a slight smirk at your wide-eyed deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression as you froze at the doorway, taking in all the nine boys in your living room.

“You coming, Y/N?” Mark had asked, smiling at you and Hyuck tilted his head.

“Yeah, I think she wants to come,” he said, seemingly innocent as only you picked up on the double meaning, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’ll go change,” you had muttered, glaring at Hyuck’s smug expression. “Give me ten minutes. Hyuck, could you come to the room?”

You didn’t wait for a response as you strode past them, grabbing his arm as you headed for your bedroom.

“I don’t think I need to come, I’m fine,” he’d said teasingly again into your ear as you closed the door. You had spun around with a glare, pushing him by his collar to the wall but he’d stopped you before you could even lay a breath on him.

“Uh-uh, babe,” he said, poking your nose with his finger. “I don’t know what this is about but you don’t really have ten minutes. We have reservations.”

“What?” You spat at him. “You don’t know? You teased me with a dick pic while I was at class and now you–”

“Only keeping you updated, Y/N,” he had grinned cheekily. “Woke up today with a wet dream about you and I took care of it. Just an update, not teasing. Don’t worry about it.”

Then, he’d kissed your forehead as you stood there stunned while he left the room, murmuring to hurry up.

So endearing was definitely not the word you would use to describe his bratty behaviour right now as you went all out in your battle armour: a thin grey sweater dress that clung to you like a second skin and was short enough that you couldn’t bend over without revealing too much.

The boys had all raised their eyebrows at you as you stepped out of your room but you’d ignored them, only smiling sweetly at Hyuck as you internally relished at the way his eyes grew wide as they raked over your curves.

Now, you sat at the dinner table in a fancy restaurant, Hyuck to your left and Jungwoo to your right, laughing and joking with all the boys who remained oblivious to your left hand that you rested casually on Hyuck’s thigh.

Hyuck’s hand had immediately clasped your wrist in almost a frenzied panic as if he was expecting you to make a move the whole time. You shot him a side-eye, freeing your hand from his grasp and moving it further up while doing so, knowing he wouldn’t try to stop you again, not if he didn’t want to attract the attention of the boys. You caught Hyuck’s pleading expression which you gladly chose to ignore as your hand reached his groin, palm lightly cupping his dick over the soft material of his sweatpants, grinning slightly to yourself as you realised he’d skipped on the underwear tonight.

He let out a soft breathless gasp that went unheard in the noise of the hustling restaurant, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table as he intertwined his fingers together and pressed them to his mouth.

You smiled, leaning against his shoulder as you listened to Doyoung tell some joke across from you. Your hand steadily stroked him up and down and it didn’t take long until he was hard beneath your palm.

“Y/N, fuck,” you heard Hyuck whisper.

“Hmm?” You hummed in response nonchalantly.

“Just… just touch me.”

“Why would I do that?” You murmured back, without missing a beat. His eyes turned to meet yours as you said, “My hand is just exploring, babe. Not teasing.”

His eyes closed briefly at your obvious taunt and he bit his lip as you stroked him faster over his pants, hand moving in quick motions. His hand suddenly shot out to grasp your bare leg tightly, fingers trapped between your thighs and you shoot him a look as if to say ’Don’t-you-dare’ before realising that he had his eyes closed tightly, face turned towards you so as to seem as if he was talking to you from behind his hands, his cheeks flushing in a tell-tale sign that he was close.

“Aw, baby,” you cooed softly. “Are you going to cum?”

He didn’t respond, fingers tightening around your thigh.

“You’re really going to cum here?” You muttered, raising an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see you. “Make a mess in front of everyone? Stain these grey sweatpants?”

Hyuck was making the most subtle movements now, his dancer hips bucking up into your palm slowly.“I don’t care,” he said through gritted teeth, the words sounding strained as his chest rose and fell with quick breaths.

You felt a dull ache in your wrist at the speed you were stroking him but you didn’t slow down.

He was going to cum.

And you hadn’t even touched him.

Right when he lifted his hips into your hand, you pulled your hand off him in a quick motion, wiping the stickiness that had seeped through his sweatpants onto his thigh.

Hyuck gaped at you, eyes wide and forehead slightly perspiring as you sat back in your seat.

You blinked at him before leaning forward, pressing the side of your breast against him purposefully and whispering in his ear, “Remember this the next time you plan to tease me and you won’t have to look at me the way you are right now. Brat.”

#nct smut #nct haechan #haechan smut #hyuck smut #drabble #unedited #neocaratnet #cznnet #anonrequest #anon answered

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