#he's so much more responsible than some of yall paint him as

[spidermansona]

Thinking about how the fandom just turns Merry into a stoner when he's one of the most observant and smart characters. He knew about the ring before even Frodo did. He was the leader of the conspiracy to help Frodo leave the Shire gathering supplies and getting things ready, all without Frodo's knowledge. He liked maps and boats (pretty unusual for Shire hobbits) and is much more than just the guy who smokes a pipe.

#merry brandybuck #lotr #lord of the rings #meriadoc brandybuck #not even getting into all the battles he distinguished himself in #he's so much more responsible than some of yall paint him as #i do think the movies played a part in this (mostly in his introduction and early scenes) but even there he's more than just the stoner #he's one of my favorite characters if you couldn't tell

[i-cant-sing]

Okay okay, I have another idea-

Yandere dad Nanami x Nanami reader

I've made yall see the menace Fushiguro reader who we all love and adore, but let's talk about Nanami's daughter who is an absolute angel and polar opposite to Fushiguro reader.

Child reader is just the most well behaved kid, listens to her father always, and since Nanami is raising her, she's also going to be very good in her studies because papa Nanami is a very good teacher. I mean, reader is definitely on top of her class and has a whole wall dedicated to her awards and medals. She just has to show off her math skills when she plays cafe (because obv she's gonna be a baker who bakes fresh bread daily for Nanami to buy and make sandwiches) and uses Monopoly money.

And when I say reader is polite, that is the understatement of the history. She just cannot bear to offend anyone! She has to put "-san" with everyone's name and has to address them correctly. "Yuji-san! Megumi-San!" And "pervert-San!" Which is Gojo, because of course Nanami has told her to beware of him and only address him as "pervert-san".

"But my name's Gojo!" He tells you, but you're so distressed because dad told you to call the white haired man wearing a blindfold/glasses "pervert-san" and it'd be rude to address him as anything else!

And Nanami adores his kid so much. She's such a perfect child, never breaks rules (don't talk to strangers or Pervert san.) and is such a goody-goody. He is a present father, he makes time for you. The Jujutsu sorcerers can wait, the world can be saved by someone else, but he needs to attend your school play at all costs. And even when hes not around for the day, he has raised you to be a very responsible child- like you even go get the groceries on your own when dad is late! (Like that Japanese show in which they send kids to shop on their own)

But of course, there are times when he needs to be away for longer periods, so he needs to hire a babysitter. His top choices: Shoko(although hes a little hesitant since you have a morbid curiosity learning and Shoko would happily let you accompany her to the morgue), Yuta, Maki, Megumi + Yuji + Nobara.

Who is NEVER allowed to babysit you? Gojo.

Gojo babysits anyway. (He fr steals you from Megumi trio)

And Nanami just comes home to Gojo and reader eating takeout and he's just like "Y/n, how could you let Pervert san in your home and eat with him?" And reader's just on the brink of tears and is trying to defend herself "b-but you said to be polite to guests! And Pervert-san bought food for me. Wouldn't it be rude to not share it with him?" *reader's teary eyes* and then Gojo is like "you'd rather let your child starve? Can't you see how tiny she already is?!" *Gojo's teary eyes* and Nanami pops a vein "it's not cute when you do it!"And then kicks Gojo out of the house.

Even though reader can dress herself up appropriately, she still has to have her hair done by Nanami, no matter what age. At some point, reader probably realises that it's something Nanami needs more than she does. It's a tradition, you think, but it's actually a coping mechanism for Nanami to deal with the fact that you're "growing up" and don't ask him to watch cartoons with you or read you bedtime stories anymore🥺

And Sukuna??? He takes one look at you and he's already decided he's gonna be mean to you, but then the more time you spend with him and Yuji, the more he realises.... its just not worth being mean to the only person who is so sweet to him and actually greets and talks to him like he's an individual person and not just a parasite inside Yuji's skin. Like reader just goes "Sukuna-san! I'm painting Yuji-san's nails but he can't pick a color. Will you help?" And he's like "Alright, fuck it I'm taking this brat with me when I comit mass murder. She's safe."

I feel like Nanami will allow reader to have a fairly normal childhood, so he keeps his yandere tendencies at a bay. It's when you start growing up and as he says "the others try to taint you with momentary pleasures" that his yandereness begins to show. Honestly, it's just more of his protective tendencies coming to light than anything else. He thinks people don't have your best interests in and sometimes he's right, but how else will you learn if you don't experience it?

Also, if you do end up having cursed energy and the ability to see curses, I think that's when Nanami starts spiralling down. He does not want you to become a Jujutsu sorcerer, he wants you far far away from the Jujutsu world completely. He can't- he can't allow what happened to Haibrara happen to you. He can't allow your innocence and naivety to be tainted by the horrendous world of curses. He'd rather risk you hating him forever as he locks you away than allow you to put your life at risk for others.

You are his priority. Your safety is his priority. You'll understand in due time why he did what he did, so while his heart does break hearing you cry and beg to be let out of your room, he doesn't regret putting you in there one bit.

Nanami sighs as he continues prepping your dinner. Guess he'll have to add some crushed sleeping pills so that you don't get sick from crying your bodyweight out (or more like he can't bear to see you in such a pitiful state.)

God save the poor souls who do end up kidnapping you.

#yandere nanami #yandere nanami kento #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader

[nadiahshaven]

𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯．

𖦹 summary: you and connie at a party, and he gotta correct your smart mouth.

𖦹 content: connie x f!reader. reader is black-coded. mention of connie being a drug dealer. pieck is a fruit feen. choking. slight nsfw mention. connie fine ass got a thumb ring. cant think of nothing else.

𖦹 word count: 851.

authors note: this was jus sumn i wrote up quick asf bc i wanna update real bad LOL. lmk if yall want an extended smut ver. enjoy!

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you knew connie, and you knew he wasn’t the type to let up on you when you acted out. whether it was because you couldn’t watch your mouth, or because you simply forgot who you were dealing with, your dope boy was there to reel you back in every time.

“watch that mouth, ma.”

“keep fuckin’ playin wit’ me, (y/n), and i’ma give ya’ ass exactly what’chu lookin’ fa’.”

never was this more apparent than the night you had the audacity to try and push your luck in front of your best friend.

you and connie got invited to a kickback at his best friend, ony’s house. ony was the easygoing, fun kind of dude that perfectly balanced out connie’s sort of reserved personality. any time connie was out, you knew he was with ony. any time there was a party of any kind, you knew ony was hosting.

the two of you walked into the loud party, scrunching your faces up a bit in unison at the intensity of the bass of future’s ‘march madness’ blasting throughout the house. you kind of expected the volume, due to the fact that you heard the music while you were outside. it didn’t help that everyone was singing the lyrics with their entire chest, either.

pushing through the crowd to get to some sort of rest spot, ony caught you two.

“aye!” he yelled, catching you and connie’s attention.

connie walked you two over, hand on your waist so he wouldn’t lose you, over to the drink table where ony was previously mingling with some other guys.

“you got this shit jumpin’, ony!” you chuckled, voice raised a bit higher over the music.

“it’s what i dooo.” ony shrugged, pearly whites on full display as a smile painted his dark, plump lips. “i’m jus’ that nigga.”

“yea’, yea.” connie intervened. “i can’t wait for the day you throw a jaint and nobody show up fa’ ya’ ass.”

“never gon’ happen.” ony simply said.

before connie could give a very aggressive rebuttal, you peeped your own best friend, pieck, over in the kitchen snacking on fruit that she knew was supposed to go into the punch. you decided it’d be best to leave ony and connie to their madness in favor of making your way over to her, strike up some conversation.

“pieckkk!” you opened your arms, barreling toward her in a hug. due to her scrolling on her phone while eating the fruit, she didn’t notice you were about to tackle her, until you did. she engulfed you back into the same, tight, hug you gave her.

“my heartyy-“ pieck smiled, leaving a quick smack on your plump ass as you two pulled away from the hug, to which you chuckled in response. “bitch, yo’ ass look good as fuck in’nat dress. how connie ain’t act up?”

“girl, i don’t know.” you rolled your eyes. “he choose when to appreciate me.”

pieck snickered, going back to eating the fruit she was almost done with at this point. you and pieck engaged in catching up with each-other. ranging from talking about your relationships, to simply rating people’s fits that you saw around the party.

you didn’t realize how much time passed, and a hand snaked around your waist— which caught you off guard. before you could turn around to flip out, a familiar, silver thumb ring with your initials engraved into it grabbed your eye. it was connie, and by the look in his eye when you turned your head towards him, he was ready to leave.

you ignored it though, given you were in the middle of a conversation with your best friend.

“mami.” connie called you.

“what, connie?” you responded, with a bit more attitude in your voice. he decided to give you this one pass, because he did kind of interrupt you in the middle of a sentence.

“i’m ready to leave.”

“you gon’ have to wait.”

pieck tried to pretend she was minding her business, starting to scroll through nothing on her phone.

“(y/n), i don’t got time for the bullshit. let’s go.” connie put a bit more firmness to his voice. this is where you would usually oblige, but you wanted to see how far you could go in public. he wouldn’t do much in front of all of these people, right?

“like i said,” you mistakenly repeated, with your back still turned to him. “you gon’ have to wai—“

you couldn’t finish your sentence before he grabbed you by your throat from behind you, leaning down to your ear.

“let me have ta’ repeat myself for a third time, and watch how fast i put’cho ass over my shoulder.”

you couldn’t respond, for the simple fact that you knew anything you were gonna say, would not help your case. so, he continued.

“bein’ hardheaded won’t get’chu nowhere except on ya’ knees, ma. now lem’me make sure you hear me loud ‘nd clear when i say this.” his lips were tickling the outside of your ear, making your body hotter than you wanted it to.

“we leavin’.”

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continuation -> good girl

#connie springer #connie x black y/n #aot x black reader #aot x black y/n #aot x reader #connie springer x black reader #aot onyankopon #aot connie #aot pieck #pieck finger #onyankopon snk #connie x you #Spotify

[usopps-devotee]

can you PLEASE write some fluff/comfort for your angst Luffy writing? 😫 i wanna give him forehead kisses and cuddles PLEASE

(it was amazing btw!!!)

Anon I know what you asked for but imma make this a series and giving this to yall next time, but life has been interesting (derogatory) since the beginning of February 😋

Pt 1 not your fault

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, like one mention of blood, no harm tho its used as an expression, please know it's okay to ask for help sometimes, mention of skipping meal.

Wc 1.3k

It's been some time since you found him crying, the only immediately noticeable change is Luffy seems to be more aware of you and touch you than before. Maybe that's why he noticed your disappearance today. The reason why he's noticed every flinch within the last week, the tears that started to well up but didn't fall when you dropped a teacup, trying your best to laugh it off as Sanji and robin assured you it was okay. The moment of deep breaths after any loud sounds, Luffy swears he saw your soul leave your body when Usopp and Franky started to try something new with Sunny's cannon. Zoro was there to notice the last one too joking about you being jumpy, your captain surely noticed you becoming quieter after that moment.

So when he walked into your room without knocking, he didn't mind being hit in the face with the pillow you threw. Not knowing or caring who it might have been, only focused on the darkness of being hidden under the covers. You heard his footsteps come closer as he tried to figure out where your head was. When it was located he sat down and pulled you into his lap. Not bothered to move the plush fortress you are surrounded in. Being so close to him helped, your body relaxed at the contact, not knowing how much you may have needed the connection.

"You missed breakfast, Sanji said you missed dinner as well." 

Knowing this isn't exactly about the missed meals, while he is worried about that, it's more so the fact that you haven't left your room. Being one of, if not the most, cuddly members of the crew seeing you spend so much time alone was jarring to him. After all, if Luffy had a problem he came to you. So why couldn't you do the same, was he the problem? Is someone else on the ship? What could be disturbing you so much?

The worst part is if you were honest, you didn't have a clue. You had just been feeling wrong, completely off without reason. Now that your captain has found you alone and distressed, it only makes the tangles and knots in your gut feel worse. Guilt plagued you as you didn't have to see his face to know that his wide eyes had been staring down at you for any movement, for any symptom that you could be getting better or worse. For any kind of response really, he just hopes it's not more remorse. When he does finally feel you move it's a good 30 seconds of trying to get one hand out of the blanket before you're tugging him closer. There's the feeling of his arms wrapping around your body as his heartbeat can now be heard through the thick blanket. You're not sure how much it helped but it definitely helped the tears stuck in your eyes finally fall.

You feel yourself starting to shake as a voice in the back of your head tells you you're being dramatic. You have no clue what started this ache, with him here you can't push it down till it goes away like you were trying to do. It bubbles up and slowly consumed you, not able to pinpoint whatever emotion this is all you can focus on is how overstimulating everything is. You can't concentrate on his heartbeat anymore, you can hardly breathe. Choking on the first sob before you feel it come up. There's nothing to hide, you're mental state is as scattered as paint across a floor. Desperate for something, anything, to ground you. Luckily luffy is still there, peeling the covers off from over your head, you're too trapped in it to notice that most of the movement isn't coming from you.

He's worried about you hyperventilating, the last thing he wants is for you to pass out at a time like this. You haven't even told him what's wrong yet. You helped him with him and he wants to do the same, he wants to solve it if he can. He made sure to take things slowly, not rushing to any conclusions, just being there in the moment. Seeing your face filled with tears made him want to jump into action. There has to be something he can do to get them to stop. All he could think to do was hold you close, going as far as to place the shank's hat on your head to see if that would help. Everything only made you sob harder.

The hand thought placed on his chest now balled into a fist gripping his shirt for dear life, the other wrapped around his shoulders so you buried your face in his neck. It's highly plausible the rest of the crew can hear your despair, as your captain Luffy would make sure you are not teased for this, just as he put Zoro through a mini hell for laughing at you days before. He wants to treasure you, you're the only one who lets him feel human, let him feel and express instead of hiding behind his smile. He's so lost in his thoughts he almost missed you speak.

"Thank you."

It's hushed and horse, no surprise as all you've done today is sleep and cry. But it's the only thing you can think to say. To your surprise, those two little words shocked Luffy. Why are you thanking him? He hasn't done anything yet? Were you just overwhelmed? Now he's just as lost in your emotions as you are. He really doesn't want to rush, nor does he know how to ask. Confusion is written across his face, he does reach one conclusion. Touch helps, he helped him, it was helping you, so what had you done that night that when you comforted him? He's brought back to the kiss you placed on his forehead, full of warmth and comfort, maybe the same would work for you.

Sheer embarrassment, terror, and panic flooded through your system as Luffy tiled your chin up towards his face. Causing more tears to well up and fall but he kisses them all away. Starting from where they would gather and fall off your chin he worked his way up one side of your face, kissing all the tears he could see and then the corner of your eye before moving to the other one. For the first time in days you smile, you smile, it's not faked, forced, or caused by nervousness. None of it, it's a real, genuine smile. It makes Luffy beam from ear to ear as he now sprinkled kisses anywhere he could reach. It makes you laugh, he's never been happier to hear the sound of your laughter. He'd kiss you forever if it meant you'd never be sad again. But he still had that nagging question in his gut.

"What made you cry in the first place?" He almost reconsidered the question when the smile immediately dropped from your face. Maybe he should have asked another day or basked in it a bit longer. "I- I don't know, I just- everything feels so-" Wrong, out of order, discombobulated. Like your heart has been thrown against a wall just to see the blood splattered. There's definitely a strong emotion behind this all but you're struggling to articulate it. Whatever it might be. "It's fine if you don't know, just tell me how to help, okay?" You nodded thinking, trying to get your mind out of the dark place that it currently resides in. The only thing that has helped so hard was him, his voice, his arms, the sound of his heart beating, his smell, his kisses, everything about Luffy rang with comfort there was nothing else you could want or need but him.

"Please just don't let me go."

#luffy angst #luffy x y/n #monkey d. luffy #luffy fluff #mugiwara no luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #one piece x reader #one peice angst #one piece fluff

[caitlynnrosespn]

Need Help With Jack?

I AM NOT SAYING YA'LL ARE DOING IT WRONG I AM JUST HERE TO HELP WITH SOME OF THE TRICKIER PARTS OF HIM OKI

Before we begin I just wanna say that I have CPTSD (what he would reasonably have from his childhood) and I am have been doing theater and performances for a very long time, so while I don't have a perfect understanding of Jack there are some things I can help with (by the way @the-l-is-silent-yall did a great post about writing Mihaly which encouraged me to post this so check that out)

This is going to be long, so here we go:)

First off. His makeup.

I've seen some people say he is wearing makeup to seem more feminine, but that's not really the purpose of this kind of makeup. This is a type of makeup that is formerly known as contemporary makeup. In traditional western theater, it is used on performers (usually actors or dancers) to highlight their features so they don't fade in the bright stage lights. Without it, performers would look washed out or blank to the audience. It is composed of powder, foundation, rouge, lipstick, and eyeliner. Female or feminine presenting performers will also wear mascara, and some actors will apply highlighter and bronzer to accentuate or create features depending on the character they play, but actors of all gender orientation will have to wear some sort of makeup. The most telling mark of Jack wearing this type of makeup is the eyeliner and lipstick, which helps you more clearly see his features when the camera zooms out. It also helps the performer's features stand out, since he is covered in white paint. Now up close this makeup looks like it's too much makeup or it makes his features look weird, but that's the point. I have had directors tell me "if you look in the mirror and see a clown, you are doing it right." Theater makeup of any kind looks over exaggerated up close on purpose, so it reads to the audience who is far away.

Next let's talk about how to write a very important part of his story: his trauma.

Now I've seen a lot of fics talk about Jack's relationship with The Traveler, and how there is mutual distrust, and how basically Jack is afraid of The Traveler in the same way Jack fears Nightswan. While I'm not saying this is necessarily wrong, (although I would love to see The Traveler be a good father just this once) it would make more sense if Jack was afraid of someone else:

Si'ha Nova.

In Jack's life, most of his trauma and insecurity came from his mother. He was raised to believe that Nightswan's treatment of him was normal among all families. Because that trauma came from Nightswan, he has a bigger chance of struggling with women in parental roles rather than men in father roles. Because most of my trauma was from my dad and other men, I had a hard time trusting older men. PLEASE don't take this the wrong way and think "oh, see he hates women." NO! What I'm saying is that Jack would have a hard time trusting and opening up with anyone he perceives as motherly. He might have more trauma responses when around Si'ha, such as flinching more around her or seeming more closed off. This can of course be helped, and I'm sure Si'ha won't have a hard time building trust with Jack. Now of course he might still have his trust issues and reservations about The Traveler, but it would be a lot less worse than those he would have with Si'ha. (i'm saying this in a mean way, this is just what I've learned about childhood trauma)

Now let's take about the inevitability of a trigger for Jack.

Triggers are the weirdest thing in the world. Sometimes they are obvious things. As an abuse survivor, I don't like people jump-scaring me and I feel uncomfortable when people start handling belts (i even rarely wear one) which is all pretty self explanatory and stuff and you would think that's the same for the rest of my triggers, right? Nope! No I can't watch Victorious, I freeze up when the Arizona Storm alarms play, and I will have a literal breakdown whenever I see one of those plagiarism warning screens. Also can't watch horror movies. Do they make sense to me? Not at all. But the reason they trigger my CPTSD is because somewhere in my brain, in my suppressed memory, my brain is reminded of my trauma and is launched into flight or fight mode.

Jack's triggers might be something that makes sense, like being in the mirror room or seeing something about the Swan Soldiers. But, he would also have more explainable or random triggers. A specific color could remind him of his mom. A melody could remind him of a song that was playing during a rehearsal gone wrong. A certain smell could remind him of a room that he wasn't particularly fond of in Nightswan tower.

So what exactly would be the best way to write Jack having a breakdown? Glad you never asked!!! I shall still answer!!

Jack having a breakdown could go down one of two ways. One, he could get really combative, aka fight. Not like throwing hands combative, but like suddenly being overly defensive and irritated over little things. Assuming someone notices this change of behavior, it would take a few moments until his brain finally perceives that there is no actual threat, and then celebrate by gifting Jack with an intense breakdown complete with tears and a panic attack that will literally leave him breathless. Option two, the flight option, will see Jack suddenly feeling the need to escape. Maybe he'll need to leave a room, or need to get off the street and into a building, or he might not even be able to be in the same room as someone. When his brain finally decides the danger is no longer in the room with us he will have a similar breakdown as he did in option one. But of course, there is a third, more fun, more secret option. Option three, freeze.

I'm a freeze person, and freeze is ten times worse than option one and two combined. When someone freezes, they will escape to a space devoid of people or possible threats. They will then find a place where they can observe all sides of the room without needing to turn, preferably a corner, make themselves smaller via holding their chest to their knees, and then have that extra special breakdown. The problem with freeze is your brain never has the opportunity the decide if the threat is actually gone, so instead of moving on you are stuck in this feeling of being in danger even if obviously you are not.

The best way you can write someone (most likely Wanderlust, knowing you guys) helping out is:

-No touching until he calms down. Touching always makes things worse. Not until he can voice that he is calming down.

-Trying to communicate breathing/grounding exercises. It will take a minute before he responds and partakes. @apexious wrote a really good example of this, just with reversed roles.

-Weighted blankets weighted blankets weighted blankets weighted blankets

-Have them try to voice what he is feeling/what he perceives the danger to be. Usually helps reduce trigger responses if they are encountered again.

And the last thing I want to note about Jack is that traumatic memories will most likely fade with time. Not the actual trauma or the memories behind them, but specific details will be hard to recall such as his specific age when it happened, where it happened, or other specific details. The brain likes to do that to protect you from specifically traumatizing or harmful memories.

Sorry for the essay, but I hope this helps!!! If you have any other questions regarding this, feel free to message me/drop it into my dropbox!!! Happy writing!!!

#just dance 2023 #just dance #just dance 2024 #jack rose jd #jack rose just dance #wanderlust just dance #lgtbqia+ #lgbt characters #fanfic

[peabod3]

gn! reader, matty healy x reader, george daniel x reader, matty healy x george daniel, and we’re finally into full on smut bby xD sorry for the wait

a.n. absolute lack of grammar but yall aint here for that and yes i got carried away with colours

is this shorter than my other parts? i cant tell?

pt 1! pt2! pt3!

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“Now Matty,” you catch his attention, “don’t you have something to say?”

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed but frankly Matty couldn't bring himself to care. He was now laid on his front, mouth wrapped around Georges cock, being dragged up and down by your hand threaded in his hair. He just felt so good. You were letting him grind his hips against the bed for some relief but it wasn't enough.he needed to cum.The sound of George babbling above his head and your fingers tugging on his roots were driving him insane but it just. wasn't. enough.

“F-feels so good! goodgoodgood! good boy! im a-a good boy! yes, yes! good boy! mmhhmm!”

“aww i'm so glad to hear! such a good boy for me georgie~ that makes me so happy, makes me feel good. you like that dont you? making me feel good?”

“yes! yes i do i do i do, i love it! im y-your good boy and i make you feel good! make you feel good! feels good! feeeels goood! feels so good, good for you! good for you?”

You must have put him under a spell. How had this mountain of a man been reduced to such a begging mess at your touch? And why did it sound so good? Normally george was also in charge, normally george was the one with his hand in Mattys hair, muttering lustful things in his ear and making him beg. But right now he was just an instrument, a conduit for pleasure that you wouldn't let him grasp.

“mmpff!”

“yes georgie, good for me! what about you matty, decided if you wanna be good for me yet?”

Him! You were talking to him! But he was still gagging on georges cock, your grip hadn’t let up.You sneaky bitch. He was moaning much louder now, a mix of desire and desperation because he knew that you knew that he couldnt answer. You were playing with him and he fucking loved it. Matty was trying to give you a response, his moans becoming louder and less restrained as you continued to maneuver him and little by little he lost himself to the sensation of it, the burn in his cheeks at the width of his mouth, the taste that would linger at the back of his tongue and the whimpering baritone sinking into his brain. He could stay here forever, he wants to stay here forever. It feels so good right here, with his hips pressed against the pull out mattress and- oh!

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George had cum with a loud moan, one that took you by surprise and made you let out a small laugh as you stroked his face, looking at his blissful expression and still open mouth that you began to trace with a finger. You didn’t even need to check to know what the look on matty’s face would be, you had heard how his moans had gotten looser and more lustful. So it was only when you saw georges eyebrows furrow from the pain of overstimulation that you glanced down his torso and the sight you were met with was godly. Matty, now unmoved by your hands which were cupping georges head, was still bobbing up and down on georges cock- eyes rolling in his head and hips moving down on the mattress with slow purpose. There he was, Your good boy. Just needed that extra push.

You run your fingers softly from the crown of his head to his jaw, applying pressure until he finally slides up and off george, said boy letting out a gasp of relief from the cool air hitting his dick. Matty keeps his jaw slightly open and you begin tracing his lips, the boy painted in cum and drool.

“Being my good boy matty? Yeah?”

“mmhhmm!”

“can you say it?”

“i-i can.”

“thats good, will you?”

“im-immmm~” but he cuts himself off, your index finger had brushed too close to his lips and he had pushed it into his mouth, eyes shutting and releasing a small hum around your digit. You indulged him for a minute, looking over your shoulder at George who was now sat up against the headboard of the pullout. He was already getting hard again and you could see in his eyes that something had shifted and you knew your fun with him was over. now it was time to work together- on matty. He sends you a smirk and you know that he has an idea that you're going to like.

You pull your finger from Mattys lips and they purse trying to keep it in, puckering and kissing slightly in the air, eyes still shut as he searches for it.

“Matty.” George says, you can hear the confidence oozing off of him.

“mmhmm?”

“What are you?”

It went straight to your core, the silent power George was wielding over Matty rippling in the air between them. You waited with bated breath.

“im- im a good boy.”

“a what?”

“a-a good boy.”

“interesting, again.”

“a good boy!”

“again.”

this was a display of power, telling matty that tonight george was above him, telling you that it was time for you to work together and make the beauty in front of you come undone. subconsciously matty had crawled forward and was sat on his knees at georges feet, with just enough room for you to slip behind him and reach around to caress his front.

“ im a g-good boy, sir”

“very polite matty, now keep saying it.”

“im a-ahhhmmm~”

you had dipped your hand lower, grasping his dick and bringing your other hand up to his neck, squeezing just tight enough.

“what was that baby?” you mutter into his ear, feeling his eyelashes flutter against your cheek.

“im a- a good boy!”

“keep going”

“im a good boy! im a good boy, good boy for you. for you both! hmm im a good boy~”

#matty healy #the 1975 #george daniel #george daniel x reader #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #george daniel smut #i need jesus #xd #dom reader

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Socket Wrench: Chapt. 2

Heres chapter 2 yall ummmmm im actually pretty happy about it buttt I'm still tryna build that tension between Dk and the reader so far so good? Anyway Enjoy!

Chapter 1 found here

Chapter 2: You fight like a substitute teacher

Apparently, you'd been in the garage all hours of the night and even into the morning. Being a fast learner had its perks especially when you seemed to be getting every trial-and-error test right on the first try. Even though DK had left you to fend for yourself a few passersby watching you get used to the tech gave you some pointers which you were thoroughly thankful for. 

You were lucky enough to have your phone in somewhat good condition and your headphones managed to stay in your pocket after all that happened (yes sirrrrr). It had to be a miracle because lord knows you wouldn't be able to focus without some kind of music. You'd been working on building your own bike from pieces of different kart models. These mods were crazy, speaking of which, the wheels and the rims and-

“Did you sit here all night?” A seemingly familiar voice asks, echoing in the emptiness of the garage. Everyone else had long gone, but DK did say he would up check on you later. Guess he kept his word, you smile at the thought.

“Maybe, these karts are amazing. I couldn't bring myself to stop working” You huff, brushing the oil off your hands and onto your pants and trying to wipe whatever grime off your face. 

A few stray braids are loose from your ponytail and the light sheen of sweat covering you made your skin glisten a bit. The sun was just about to rise and here you were, not having a wink of sleep and covered in….hell just dirt in general.

He’d never say it out loud but god did you look good like that, all rugged and tomboyish. He liked that you knew how to carry your weight here and were more than capable of doing it on your own. All independent like.

“You don't have this where you're from?” DK asks, circling your half-done bike as if to inspect your craftsmanship.

Damn, you really knew your shit. The bike looked great and for you to only have been in the kingdom for about a day and in the garage for even less? To say he was impressed was an understatement. 

“Nope, and we certainly don't have strange kingdoms and talking animals.” You chuckle, rolling a differently styled wheel towards the bike to see if you liked the look of it.

You’d definitely have to add those later, they’d make your bike much faster that way.

This had to be the most comfortable silence you'd felt the entire time you'd been here and the start of an actually decent conversation with the so-called prince.  He watched you work and you zoned in on the little details like how your paint looked and how comfortable the seat was.

Despite him absolutely radiating frat vibes when you'd met him, the air seemed kinda mellowed out far more than when you’d first met. And even so, the vibes were kind of….flirty?

“Hey, speaking of which, why don’t you give me a tour? Not everyone can say they got a tour from a prince in a kingdom in a completely different universe.” You suggest, gauging his reaction and gosh was it promising. 

He smiles a bit, shrugging his shoulders in response.

“How about you get cleaned up and I’ll meet you back here when you’re done.” He offers, nodding at your current state. 

—-------

The kingdom is quiet at this hour, stars beginning to fade into the daylight above you as the water below fills the air in a constant ambiance. The air is fresher here, trees and bushes covering damn near everywhere. It's so pretty here, nothing compared to the concrete jungle you'd grown so used to.

“Hey, so I have some questions.” You state, keeping the walking pace with him. 

“Shoot” He responds.

There's a pause before you ask and you both stop for a moment. Where he had taken you you have no idea but that wasn't what was really burning into you now. If you were going to be here for a while, you at least wanted to get to know him first. Maybe you'd even get to come back here and visit once you got back to Brooklyn…..but part of you didn't want to go back. 

Being here hadn't been hell or anything. You’d gotten to work on something you're passionate about, look at new mechanics you didn't even know existed and maybe even make a new acquaintance….friend even. You couldn’t leave this behind. 

“How long do you think I’ll be here? I-I'm not saying it like I'm in a rush to get home but…what if I said I like it here. I mean, I got to work on one of my very first passion projects, if you can call it that, and I'd even count meeting you as a plus” You chuckle, playfully punching his shoulder.

DK laughs back, slightly shaking his head. 

“You proved yourself as far as I'm concerned. Your bike looks incredible, and you got it down in no time. Pretty impressive lady.” He jokes, referencing having called you that earlier. 

“Now all that's left is to find your friends, and you can go home.” He pauses again, this time taking a moment to really get a look at you, the rising sun illuminating your face and eyes.

He thought you were pretty good-looking before but now, just being alone, and being able to really study your features, his heart stutters a bit.

“Or you could stay here.” That was softer than you’d expected. He paused a bit early too, almost like he didnt want to finish the rest of that sentence.

You swallow hard, on the fence about what you’d previously said. You have a business back home! One you worked your ass off trying to get and now you wanted to throw it away because of some cool go-karts and some stupid magical realm? 

“I could, but I shouldn't. I have my own thing going back home that I worked my ass off for. But this, I can't get this anywhere else. Never in a million years. I don't want to spend my whole life feeling like I made a mistake going back and not exploring what's out there.” You explain, a bittersweet scowl creeping over your face. 

“I've only ever traveled as a kid with my dad But this, this is something special. To travel through the universe and different worlds? It sounds amazing.” You sigh with a shine in your eyes.

“Alright that's enough, just go for it! Do what you want and forget everything else. Live without regrets, and then you'll feel fulfilled. And have some confidence, you’re too pre- what I'm saying is be happy with your decision no matter what you choose.” He explains, his much larger hand finding your shoulder. 

If the eye contact you two had barely held before wasn’t important this definitely was. Your lips part for a moment, wanting to speak but nothing finding its way out. You stay quiet, seeing him do the same. He looked, genuine in all honesty and if silence wasn't broken by his boisterous laughter, you may have heard your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“ WOW, that was wise, good job on me for that.” He chuckles, proceeding down the path ahead, pointing out landmarks here and there. The sun was already up pretty high, and the kingdom beginning to buzz to life. 

What was that all about?

First, he suggests you stay, and then that eye contact? And was he about to call you pretty???? You decide to shake it off, besides, it was about time to head back to the palace temple. As you both began to travel back conversation was easy. You joked back and forth, taking light jabs at each other as the two of you tread lightly. He opts to show you some of his favorite spots around the kingdom in the meantime.

There was still more he wanted to show you and not enough time. Before either of you could take the first steps to do so, you were approached by several guards, requesting that DK report to his father, something about a “Ring of Kong” among many other things. What was going on? You didn't even get a chance to look at that place yet???

“Ayo? What’s happening?” You question, a scowl written over your face before he could get a chance to walk away.

“I can explain later, head back to the palace you’ll be fine, someone will come get you`.” He nods, following the various guards back to where he was needed. 

…..WHO WAS HE TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO?! There was no time to question it though because the once soft buzz of the streets turned into an excited riot as the rest of the villagers head in the same direction. You needed answers, asap.

“Hey! What's going on? Where is everyone going?” You question, trying to get answers from whoever was willing.

“You didn't hear!? There's a duel at the ring!” 

Well hell, word travels fast around here, doesn't it? There'd be a slight change of plans. If the ‘ring’  this passerby was the same one DK was just summoned to, you’d be damned to miss it. Who was he dueling anyway? There was too much shit to answer and not enough time. The objective? Get to the mf arena. 

—-----

It took a little longer than you expected but when you arrived the arena was filled to the absolute brim with others awaiting to see the duel. You were close enough to see the king and whoever this princess-looking girl was next to him. However, you were far enough that it would take a good minute to get to them if needed. Down below in the middle of the arena were what looked like rows of blocks and cubes with question marks along with vines that hung off some.

Even lower than that were red construction bars and EVEN below that was the clear water of the kingdom. In a weak attempt to find the two competitors, you shuffle between patrons with a small ‘excuse me’ and ‘pardon me’. Your plan was to inch closer to the middle and toward the king. Low and beyond, at the farrrrr left end of the ring was the person you’d been hoping to get back to. 

“MARIO!” You yelp, cupping your hands over your mouth to try and project the sound. 

He seems to have heard something and looks around in the area to try and find a face to match the voice. You try calling out again, louder this time and it had finally worked. 

“MARIO!!!” You yell, waving in excitement but then being more shocked and concerned. WHY THE HELL WAS HE IN THE ARENA?!

This was more of a question for the king, however upon trying to get to him the sudden uproar hinders you. Lord knows they weren’t cheering for Mario but whoever was on the other side of the-

Oh lord have fucking mercy

As of now any manners had flown out the window as you haul ass to get to the king. You’ve made it as fast as possible to the king's throne, giving a small wave to the Princess beside him before tapping his shoulder with a scowl.

“Hey yeah umm quick question….why is my associate in the ring about to get HIS ASS BEAT?!” You whisper yell, pointing below at Mario trying to hype himself up while DK shows off and all the way tf out. Well, at least he wasn’t lying about the people being big fans.

“You know him?!” The Princess gasps, taking your hands into her own. 

“Yeah came down the pipe together but got separated? Where’s his brother, did he not make it with him?” You question, seeing her shake her head with a frown. 

“I’ll explain everything if we can make it out of this. Please,” she offers you a seat next to her and you wait for the dual to begin. 

You were beginning to get really tired of people telling you to wait for an explanation. There was absolutely no way this wouldn’t end a disaster. Knowing Mario he wasn’t going to quit. He’d take any and every punch determined to at least try. And of course, with DK wanting to show off, he wouldn't hold back.

Even though Mario was your associate and you wished the best for him considering this duel could be important…part of you really really wanted DK to win… and maybe it's cause you're biased for some odd, totally not obvious reason. 

“Sooooo, what's this whole dual for?” You ask the princess, trying to get info as the two get ready to charge at each other. 

“Bowser is coming to destroy my kingdom and we need an army to help stop him. The Jungle Kingdom has the strongest and with their help, we can defeat him. If Mario wins, they will lend us their help.” She explains, her attitude seeming more determined than anything. 

Of course, as a princess, she'd be willing to do whatever it takes to protect her kingdom by any means. 

“I see. Well, I hope I can be of some help. This place is amazing and- GAH DAMN” You gasp mid-sentence, seeing Mario getting beat tf up. 

It was like he didn't even stand a chance with DK giving him about 5 bitch slaps back to back. The cheering erupting from the crowd was enough to boost his ego even further. There was almost no chance for Mario to breathe but of course, knowing him he stood his ground, trying to reach one of the question mark boxes. 

“Use the blocks!” The princess calls, seeing Mario trying his damndest to get to one, DK hot on his tail. 

“What do the boxes do exactly?” You question, seeing what looked like a little blue mushroom appear from out of the box. 

He quickly eats it, waiting for the effects to occur as he charges toward DK. It was as if almost in the blink of an eye Mario was shrunk down and almost impossible to see. He was really about to fuck this whole thing up for the princess, a look of worry written over her features.

Mario returns to his normal size again, trying to escape punches being thrown at him as he tries to reach another mystery block. You sigh in relief when he reaches it, a red flower now falling out but before he can even get a chance to use it, DK has already blown it out. 

“OUHHH THAT’S GRIMEYYYYY” You call out, wishing there was a referee or SOMEONE to call foul play. Guess that's not how this dual arena ordeal went. 

Now he was back to getting beat up, round punches making contact with his face as he was thrown into beams and blocks. DK wasn't letting up, taking any chance he could to land another hit. However, on Mario's way down he manages to score one last mystery block with the help of the princess. Hopefully, this would even the odds and turn this whole fight around. 

He had landed a cat box, a fur suit covering his once overalls. Even though it looked cute, its effect on his reflexes was amazing! It was much easier to dodge attacks and land his own. After a few good hits, DK fell, earning Mario the title of the victor! 

—-----

It was much after the duel now, and you were finally able to get a chance to chat with Mario. There had been so much to catch up on. According to him, he had stepped in to try and find Luigi, who had stepped down the tunnel to try and find you!

He explained that they got separated and Luigi was somewhere ruled by this Bowser character you were teaming up to defeat. The Princess, whom you had later found out was named Peach, gave him a run-through of the obstacles and blocks before even bringing him on this journey to the Jungle Kingdom.

You then explained how you'd been working on the cart for the most part and got to explore a bit with DK, whose name when mentioned made Mario scoff. Of course, they'd be on the rival's side after that fight. In all honesty, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for DK, the scratches left on his face looking like they stung more than anything and those punches from Mario during his counterattack were nothing to scoff at either. 

Where was he anyway?

“I let him win by the way”

Speak of the devil. Almost instantly the two (Mario and DK) began bickering, only to be put to a stop by the king who had come to discuss the next plan of action. Even though you haven't learned much, you were willing to help at this point. You weren't one to back down from challenges and now certainly wasn't the time to run and hide. 

And so, the plan was devised.

#donkey kong #seth rogan #super mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #super mario bros movie #donkey kong x reader #x reader #good lord #why did i write this #i know why #its that man seth rogans fault #i don't care he's hot #tension

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My Heart Has Gone To You | 05

pairing: lee jihoon x f!reader ch notes: in denial reader at the beginning, lots of reader in her feels moments, pining, lots of soul searching, mentions of domestic ynhoon w.c.: 3.2k a/n: the one that yall have been waiting for

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“Ugh,” you groan as you throw your phone down onto your bed and flop onto your back.

You and Sana are once again hanging out in your room together because Jihoon has gone right back into being a hermit, but at least he’s answering your texts this time and you were able to pull him away from the studio long enough to get lunch together yesterday.

“That's like the third time you’ve groaned today, what’s wrong?” Sana looks up from your desk where she’s painting her nails.

“The guy from the Halloween party won’t stop messaging me. He said he’s fine with not going on a date, but he’s very persistent on being my friend.”

“That Namjoon guy? He was cute! Why not go on a date with him? I thought Jihoon was okay with all of that.”

“He is, it’s me who doesn’t want to go one a date with him,” you explain.

“Oh, so you finally realized you’re in love with Jihoon, good for you,” Sana says nonchalantly. “Just tell the guy you have feelings for someone else.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying let the guy down gently and then suggest that he stop texting you.”

“No, not that.” You sat up to look at Sana fully. “What did you say about Jihoon?”

“That you’re in love with him. That is the reason you decided to turn down the tall, sexy, smart, rich, engineer major that is Namjoon, right?” Both you and Sana have confused looks on your faces but you’re confused for different reasons.

“Sana…you know Jihoon and I are just friends.”

This sends Sana into a laughing fit. “Yeah right Y/N. As much as you guys want to deny it, you guys are in love.”

You try to sputter out a response but nothing comes out. As much as Sana teases you about your relationship with your boy best friend, she’s never brought something like this up before. Sure your girl friends always point out how cute of a couple you guys would be, but none of them have her explicitly stated so boldly that you have feelings for him.

You do NOT love Lee Jihoon. Well you do, but not like that.

“Y/N,” Sana’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, “you literally treat Jihoon differently than all of your other friends.”

“That’s because he’s my best friend!” You shout. Why is that so hard for everyone to understand?

“We’re also best friends and you don’t act the same way around me. Admit it, Jihoon is so special to you because you’re in love with him. The whole friend group has been aware of it for some time.”

“I don’t act like that around you because we’re not having sex.” You roll your eyes.

“Exactly! You guys are having sex to begin with. Instead of a one night stand or a fuck buddy, you would rather get fucked by your best friend and risk having strings attached because a part of you wants those strings to be attached.” Sana has fully stopped painting her nails to face you and focus on your conversation.

“I have sex with Jihoon because it’s convienent, and I’m comfortable with him.” You shrug it off. Every point Sana is making doesn’t amount to anything.

You have never even thought you have feelings for Jihoon. He’s your best friend and that’s that. You know that you’re closer to him than the rest of your friends but that doesn’t mean anything. It just proves even more that he’s your best friend.

“You’re comfortable with all of the other guys as well, would you hook up with them?” Sana presses and you rub at your temples.

“Sana, I’m done with this conversation, drop it. I’m not in love with Jihoon, and I’m not looking for a relationship.”

With that the room falls into silence. You sit back in your bed and after a while Sana gets up and leaves. You don’t understand why she’s being like that. It’s not her business and even after you told her she was wrong she kept going on about it.

A part of you wishes you were scheduled for work today because now you’re left alone to do nothing. You don’t have any pressing projects to work on, your best friend is busy, and now your other best friend is being troublesome.

You dig through your bed to find your phone and scroll through your contacts. You have twenty other friends outside of Jihoon and Sana, you don’t have to sulk at home. Your eyes zero in on a name and you’re pulling up your messages.

You: are you busy right now?

Hao: …why?

You: can i really not just spend time with my friends?

Hao: no.

Hao: but no i’m not busy. i’ll come pick you up in 10.

Outside of your girl friends and Jihoon and his roommates, the next person you’re closest with is Minghao. If you’re being honest you might even be closer to him than some of your girls. You guys bond over your shared love of art, wine, dramas, and fashion, and you always appreciate whatever sassy comeback he has to say. Whenever he wants to get Chinese food or play a prank on one of your friends you’re always down to join.

Minghao texts you that he’s at your apartment and you’re getting up. Just as you’re about to go out the door Sana comes out of her room. You two stand there awkwardly for a moment before she speaks up.

“Are you going out?”

“With Minghao, yeah.”

“Oh. Well this is for you.” She holds you a piece of folded paper. You take it and frown down at it. “Well, have fun with Hao!” Sana’s voice is back to cheery as she goes back into her room. You’re about to open the paper but your phone is pinging again and you know it’s Minghao telling you to hurry up.

You hurry down to where the Chinese boy is waiting and you two take off towards your favorite cafe. You guys order and slip into a booth when you get your drinks.

“What’s that you have in your hand?” He points down to the folded paper that’s still in your hand.

“Uh, something from Sana. She gave it to me before leaving.”

“What does it say?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t had time to read it.” You shrug before taking a sip of your drink. Minghao gestures to the paper like you should open it now so you do.

Written at the top in Sana’s messy handwriting is Reasons Why L/N Y/N is in Love with Lee Jihoon (And Why Lee Jihoon is in Love with L/N Y/N). Automatically you crumple the paper in your hands and throw it onto the table. Of course she would pull something like this.

Minghao reaches across the table to grab the paper and smooths it out before reading the title. He lets out a snort but continues to read down the list. He mutters his own comments as he continues reading it until he’s finished the whole thing. He then places the paper back onto the table and slides it towards you.

“There are some good points there.” That’s all he says before picking up his own drink and sitting back in his seat.

You glare at him but pick up the paper anyway.

Reasons Why L/N Y/N is in Love with Lee Jihoon (And Why Lee Jihoon is in Love with L/N Y/N)

1. You spend all of your time together and unless you guys are forced to be apart you guys aren’t

2. Jihoon spends more time at our apartment than his own despite paying rent for TWO rooms there

3. You cried in the club because you missed Jihoon so bad

4. Jihoon treats you completely different than all of his other friends, even Soonyoung and Seungcheol, his best friends (you are literally the only person who he allows to call him Hoonie)

5. You reject any man who tries to date you because you “don’t need a boyfriend when you have Jihoon”

6. You refuse to hook up with other men, even when you’re horny, because you and Jihoon have some weird agreement that you’ll only sleep with him

7. You have stated you like when Jihoon gets jealous when other men flirt with you

8. Jihoon gets jealous when other men flirt with you (even though you AREN’T dating)

9. You say you don’t have time to date anyone but you literally make free time in your busy schedule to hang out with Jihoon

10. You also claim you don’t have the effort to date someone, but you put a lot of effort into your “friendship” with Jihoon

11. You guys are domestic as FUCK (making dinner, going grocery shopping, having nights in together)

12. You call Jihoon the “perfect man” multiple times a week

13. Jihoon only lets you bother him while he’s in his studio working

14. You always go to Jihoon for everything, before anyone else, and you tell him more than you tell everyone else combined

15. Jihoon writes music about you

16. Jihoon goes out of his comfort zone and does things for only you that he would not do for anyone else

17. You know everything about each other, like a scary amount

18. Half the time you walk around wearing Jihoon’s clothes

19. Even when you’re not with Jihoon you wish you are and you’re still constantly thinking about him and texting him

20. He makes you happy (and you make him happy)

Babes…there’s plenty of more reasons why you guys are IN love with each other but these are some of the reasons I could think of off the top of my head. He makes you feel safe and cared for and cherished and protected and that’s something that is special. You are always on the top of the world when you’re with Jihoon. You say how you want to spend the rest of your life with him, so don’t let him slip away. I’m sorry for pressuring you about this but I just want you to fully get the love you deserve. 

You realize that the list revealed to Minghao that you and Jihoon have been sleeping together and you blush red. Minghao doesn’t look too surprised though, just smug. You sigh and put the paper down.

“This doesn’t prove anything Hao. It just shows that I love Jihoon, not that I’m in love with him.”

“Why are you so sure that you’re not in love with him?”

“Because he’s my best friend! We’ve been like this since freshman year. I can’t be in love with him Hao.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing, because I’m not in love with him Xu Minghao.”

“Fine. Let’s say you are in love with him, hypothetically, why wouldn’t you confess to him?”

You sigh but know your friend isn’t going to drop the conversation so you just give in and answer. “He’s… always busy, so am I. He’s never dated anyone before and I’m honestly not looking for anyone either. There’s a chance he wouldn’t like me back and it could ruin our friendship.” You were speaking in all hypotheticals, obviously, but it’s the same thing if you had a crush on anyone.

“You’re not looking to date someone, why?”

“Too many failed relationships from the past.”

“And?”

“I don’t have time!”

“And…” Minghao draws the word out to coerce you into saying what you know he’s waiting for.

“And because I have Jihoon. He’s everything a boyfriend is and better. And if I get a boyfriend I take time away from spending it with Jihoon. There? Are you happy? Because honestly this isn’t getting anywhere other than on my nerves.”

Minghao ignores the second half of your answer as his face lights up at your words. “Exactly! You’re not looking for a boyfriend because Jihoon is your boyfriend. Whether you both know it or not. The only thing keeping you from making it official is the fear of ruining the relationship, but it’s you and Jihoon, why would anything between you two get messed up?”

You know Minghao is right. Now about your feelings for Jihoon, but that nothing will get messed up between you two if anything did happen.

“You think your relationship with Jihoon isn’t anything special but that’s because you’re used to it. Have you felt this way with any of your other best friends?” The answer is no. “Stop holding back Y/N, it’s okay to love him, because he loves you too.”

You furrow your brow. Do you love Jihoon? He understands you on a level that nobody else is even close to reaching. You think about Jihoon all day and when something happens to you–good, bad, or in between–he’s the first person you want to tell. You can’t imagine your life without him and sometimes you wonder how you ever functioned before you knew him.

You want him by your side at all times and even if you’re doing something like reading your textbook, just having him near makes it better. You melt whenever he holds you and kisses you on your forehead. Every good memory you’ve had in the past three years, Jihoon has been there.

He takes up more than just a drawer over at your apartment and you guys have matching keychains on your keyrings. Whenever you have to go to bed without Jihoon by your side you sleep a little worse than usual. Even if you’re being totally insane, Jihoon will humor you, just because he likes to see you smile. Your phone background is your favorite pictures of Jihoon where he has flour in his hair and batter on his cheek from when you guys were making Seungcheol a cake for his birthday, a goofy smile spread across his face.

You even spend your summers together because you guys are from the same home town and he lives only a few blocks away from you. He’s the only person who can take your mind off of your worries and you’re the only person who can pull him away from his studio to take a break.

You love your friends but you would be completely wrecked if you lost Jihoon, in a way you wouldn’t be for anyone else. You wouldn’t be able to function. You don’t like the idea of Jihoon flirting with other girls, let alone dating anyone else, because nobody is good enough for him. You can’t even picture yourself dating someone else because all you can think about is Jihoon being by your side instead.

Whenever you think about your future, he’s there. You guys will live together in an apartment, and will own a dog, and he’ll be some big name music producer while you’re working with famous modeling companies. You’ll insist on having houseplants that Jihoon inevitably will take care of because you can’t keep a plant alive at all. You guys may or may not still be sleeping together but at that point it’s not hooking up anymore and it’s more or less soft, sweet sex at the end of a long week.

Jihoon is littered in your life at every turn and even if you wanted to get rid of him, you can’t, but you could never fathom wanting to get rid of him. The smell of his cologne is stuck in your sheets, his clothes take up half of your closet, your playlists have dozens of songs produced by Woozi, and his favorite foods take up space in your cupboards. Everything you see reminds him of you, even if it is something as simple as a red pen (his favorite color). Whenever you run into someone they always ask where Jihoon is, because you guys are rarely far from one another, and you always answer because you always know what he’s up to.

He’s your rock, anchor, and muse, and you could never replace him or replicate what you have with him with anyone else. He’s the most supportive person in your life and he is the only person you trust with every aspect of your being. He always knows what to do to make you feel better. Staying at home and watching a movie together is just as special as going on a big outing together. Whenever your whole friend group hangs out you’re still stuck to Jihoon’s side the whole time. You always check in on him and he always checks in on you. You guys take care of each other and at the end of the day, your life feels complete if you get to lay your head next to his.

“I’m in love with Jihoon.”

Minghao snorts from across the table. “Yeah it’s about time.”

“Oh shut you,” you mutter. You chew at your bottom lip and furrow your eyebrows. “Does he love me back?”

“Are you stupid? Of course he loves you back!”

You look up at your friend who’s staring at you incredulously. “What do I do Hao?”

“You tell him.” Minghao’s eyes are soft around the edges, he’s happy that you’re finally going to receive the love you deserve.

You stand up suddenly. “I have to go. Thank you…so, so much Hao! I’ll keep you updated!” You go to leave but round back to give Minghao a hug before running off. You run the whole way back to your apartment and you’re out of breath by the time you get back into your unit.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Sana is popping her head out of her room to see you trying to catch your breath.

When you see her you stand up straight and your eyes light up. You’re briskly walking over to her room. You notice the phone and bowl of fruit on her desk, but don’t pay it much mind as you have important information to tell the girl. “Sana! I’m in love with Jihoon.”

“I know.” Her words don’t come out cocky though, rather amused, and she has a wide grin spread across her face. “You finally figured it out, huh?”

“Yes! All thanks to you, well also a lot to Minghao, but thank you. I’m so sorry for how I treated you earlier.”

“You know you’re a lot calmer than I thought you would be. I thought you’d be all ‘oh my god I can’t believe I’m in love with my best friend, this is so much to take in’ and all of that,” Sana tells you.

“I mean, it is a lot to take in,” you chuckle lightly, “but it’s not like, overwhelming or anything. It’s just Jihoon. We’re…us! Y/N and Jihoon. I guess I’ve been in love with him for a long time so not much will change, you know.”

“There’s my smart girl.” Sana pulls you into a hug and you laugh and hold her back.

“All that's left to do is tell him."

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[tortugatime]

finally i got this lore post out (i had to restart sob sob)

rules for this post:

- while none of the turtles knew about being queer/all identified as boys back then, i'll be using their present-day pronouns for this.

- this acts as less of a timeline of important events (like the previous lore post) and more like a description of what they were like as children

- if i'm being vague about something, it's because it's important in some way (and i like to keep yall on ya toes :P)

if there is literally anything you want to know (yes, even "dumb" questions), send in an ask! they bring me joy!!

and now, onto the post

as covered previously, yoshi escaped into the sewers, freshly mutated and now a father of four. for the first few weeks he and his new children bounced from spot to spot, looking for a place to call home. eventually, yoshi settled upon a long abandoned section of the sewers, one that was spacious and surprisingly clean (because is it tmnt without an absurdly spacious sewer?)

now that they had a home, yoshi decided it was time he name his four children. after all, they would need names eventually. with that in mind, yoshi chose to name them after renaissance artists: michelangelo, leonardo, donatello, and raphael. as for himself…he could not be hoshi anymore, and hamato yoshi was long gone. once again, yoshi renamed himself: now, he would be…splinter. yeah, that was a good name.

years passed by, and the turtles began to grow. splinter did his best to be present in their young childhood but, despite those efforts, he was absent more often than not. splinter's entire life had been uprooted once again, and now he was responsible for the lives of four children. he often found himself in the midsts of depressive episodes, ones that rendered him unable to function. that, combined with the frequent scavenging trips he had to undergo, led to someone else stepping up in his place: his eldest child, donatello.

donnie knew they were the oldest of the four. they also knew they were the smartest - their various inventions were a testament to such. so, in her mind, it made sense for her to take on splinter's responsibilities: cooking, cleaning, child care, everything that splinter was unable to do. donnie learned to do all of these, despite being a child himself. but, even though donnie stepped up as a parental fill-in, it didn't stop him from having a childhood - raphael made sure of that.

raph was a mischievous child who wore his heart on his sleeve - a stark contrast to the turtle he grew up to be. he knew that things were stressful - that splinter was sad, donnie was tired, and mikey was sickly - and brought fun into their everyday lives. he would find ways to brighten up life in the lair, from making art with mikey to causing trouble with leonardo who, as much of a goody-two toes as he could be, would participate every now and then.

where donnie was calm and raph was a troublemaker, leo was opposite to both of them; he was an anxious rule follower, always with another thing to worry about. but, while he strived to be the golden child of the four, he would still cause trouble and have some fun with his older brother. back when they were children, the two got along well enough - there wasn't yet a rift between them, nor was there much fighting. but, even as close as they may have been, leo was objectively much closer with the baby of the family: michelangelo.

mikey was the light of their family, balancing the four of them out with her kind heart and joy for everything. she may have been a bit weaker than her brothers, her poor immune system leading to her getting sick often, but that didn't stop her from trailing after them and doing everything they would do. she would make food with donnie, paint with raph, read comics with leo and, at rare times, could even get their father to play along with the rest of them. she held the family together, and continues to do so present day.

their childhood wasn't exactly the most normal of childhoods, but they made do with what they had. they made games out of their environment, from swimming in the cleaner parts of the sewer water to seeing who could find the coolest trash when dumpster diving; they would explore the sewers, making sure to stick together and not stray too far from the lair; and, whenever given the opportunity to go to the surface in disguise with their father, they would take it in earnest and enjoy the limited time they had up there.

it was natural for them to want to experience the world beyond their underground home, and they got to do such on the rare occasions splinter took them to the surface - usually just to help scavenge, and for holidays such as halloween. but sneaking out wasn't out of the question for them - the twins were the best at getting away with it, mikey being too noisy and leo usually chickening out last minute. while they would never get very far - the furthest they'd ever go being a rooftop - the two relished in the freedom.

raph was especially eager to sneak out when he could, too young to truly understand the why behind them hiding away. mikey felt a similar way, and would continue to well into her teen years. donnie and leo, on the other hand, were much more opposed to contact with humans - leo because of splinter's rule, and donnie because they were smart enough to make the connections themself. the world could never know about them, because it would never accept them.

because of their inherently lonely existence - hidden away from a world that would shun them no matter what - they were as close as can be. they were all each other had, after all. but they changed as they grew older; they grew apart. and while change is natural, especially as you grow up, it's debatable whether they changed for the better or for the worse.

after an…incident on the surface, raph wasn't the same; he was an angry shell of himself, lashing out at others and pushing his loved ones away. donnie grew bitter towards splinter due to his on-and-off presence in their early years, and became independent to a concerning degree. leo threw himself into perfectionism, his own coping mechanism for everything going on at home. and mikey? she did her best to hold them together, acting as the glue for their family.

of course, not all the change was bad. splinter grew to accept what he had become and began to be more involved in their lives, and do his best to make amends for what he hadn't done in the past. mikey's health improved as she grew older, and she became ill less frequently than before. and they all became much more proficient as ninjas, eventually being allowed to go on their first mission (a mission that kicks off the plot, i may add).

the turtles still have a lot more growing to do. even if a bit of blood is shed along the way.

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as a thank you for reaching the end of the post, here's art of them as tots. as for their ages here, they are 8, 7, and 6 respectively.

#tortuga.txt #tmnt #tmnt au #lair graffiti #blood & ooze #tmnt blood & ooze #tmnt donnie #tmnt raph #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt splinter #splinter tmnt #mikey tmnt #leo tmnt #raph tmnt #donnie tmnt #tmnt iteration #i'm sorry this took so long! i wasn't sure how to go about explaining their childhood + i had to restart #this may be nonsensical but idc. it's my iteration i can be as confusing as i want

[calowlmitygoddess]

Answering that ask meme i rebloged earlier with Meira, Orick and Teri. Under the cut so it doesnt clutter yalls dashes ; )

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Meira: Not long at all, her tail is always sort of moving even when the rest of her body is completly still

Wisteria: A loooong time, girl can be a statue if she wants, has mastered staying still.

Orick: a few seconds, after that he starts to fidget with his sleeves or leg bouncing TM

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Meira: easy to make her chuckle, but hard loud laughs are rare

Wisteria: surprisingly hard, you can never be too sure if her laugh is genuine or not

Orick: Also hard, hes a very dead pan person, tought not entirely humourless, he just usually doesnt show it.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Meira: doesnt have any rituals, she just lays in bed and sleeps, she had no access to books before, and would likely get punished for making too much noise in the night.

Wisteria: Overthinking more like it. She has an habit of staying up into odd hours working and will likely just collapse out of exhaustion.

Orick: he likes to read before sleeping, but doing so under candlelight hurts his already bad eyesight, he does it anyway.

How easy is it to earn their trust?

Meira: Hard, is wired to think everyone is out to get her + bad self esteem few relationships come off as genuine in her eyes

Wisteria: Once again hard to tell, in the past she used to be very trusting of others, but nowadays she keeps herself at arms leght to almost everyone

Orick: Only hard if you have already wronged him in some way. Hes willing to give some amount of trust to anyone

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Meira: have any amount of power over her.

Wisteria: After becoming queen she has started to see everyone as a potential enemy, and thus just being a noble or involved in politcs makes her suspicious of a person

Orick: Wrong him or a person he cares for.

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Meira: Flexible to some degree, she's more concerned in doing good than following any law

Wisteria: Stricter, she is the law in a sense, and she wants people to obey it, so she must set the example

Orick: Flexible, has used banned spells multiple times in the past.

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Meira: dragonroot, a Hielegharrdian delicacy she rarely ate as a child, it was the happiest memories of this time. It represent a time she wasnt burdened by guilt and responsability.

Wisteria: Anything to do with her parents, there's many paintings as well jewelry she inherited from them. She dislikes it for the pain their loss caused her but it reminds her why she must keep going.

Orick: Just walking down the city, visiting places he used to frequent before becoming king. He enjoys it, as well seeing old comrades.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Meira: Raised as a soldier/builder she was told most to stop playing and start training.

Wisteria: Start paying attention to her responsabilities instead of running off into the woods to play hunt with the other kids.

Orick: Stop staying locked inside his room and to go start palying with the other kids at the orphanage.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Meira: Meira used to swear a lot, she still does but knows when isnt appropriate

Wisteria: rarely swears.

Orick: Also tended to swear a lot in his teenage years, still let it slip sometimes

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Meira: She would lie about being tougher than she was, like saying she had killed and eaten humans before. She cringes at this now.

Wisteria: she lied about her identity for a few months while in hiding. Not really.

Orick: No large lies, hes a very honest and blunt person

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Meira: has become a lot more curious about things in the current years, still will sometimes default to pretending to understand things she doesnt.

Wisteria: She will seek clarifications, hates not knowing things

Orick: Seeks clarification as well, often many times.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Meira: roll on the ground like a horse, or back up against a surface like a bear.

Wisteria: deal with it, she has more important things to focus on

Orick: probably get something to scratch it.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Meira: As is Hielegharrdian tradition, she usually wears neutral colours. Looks very good in yellow/red

Wisteria: purple/yellow are her colours

Orick: white/light yellow are his colours

What animal do they fear most?

Meira: fears no animal, is a little intimidated by horses tought

Wisteria: Wolves.

Orick: Insects

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Meira: Very rehearsed, also has a very thick accent when speaking silenian

Wisteria: also rehearsed, very polished speech

Orick: blunt and tought on the spot.

What makes their stomach turn?

Meira: in the figurative sense people using others they have power over. In the literal sense she cant handle milk.

Wisteria: Betrayal in the figurative sense. In the literal sense carriage rides

Orick: In the figurative sense ignorant people, in the literal sense going to fast.

Are they easily embarrassed?

Meira: Yes

Wisteria: no

Orick: yes

What embarrasses them?

Meira: usually herself.

Wisteria: failing social interactions

Orick: public displays of affection

What is their favorite number?

Meira: never tought about it.

Wisteria: Also never tought about it

Orick: 22

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Meira: has a hard time, as she was never shown much love growing up, as such she doesnt know what familial love feels like, and confuses platonic and romantic love.

Wisteria: Familial love is something youre so used to you only notice when its gone. Platonic love is a comraderie where everyone has eachother backs. Romantic love is like you share a soul

Orick: Familiar love is unity, is a group of people eating and playing togheter. Platonic love is sharing of ideas and ideals, romantic love is always waking up next to them.

Why do they get up in the morning? 

Meira: She wakes up and immediatly stretches, she never sleeps well while in Silenia.

Wisteria: Always gets ready for the day, prepares her hair, dresses up, and checks her agenda.

Orick: Similar to Wisteria.

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

Meira: Possessivness, she always had to fight for whats hers and if jealousy strikes she becomes quite possesive

Wisteria: Passive-agressive.

Orick: Represses it.

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

Meira: Resentful, once again she never had much.

Wisteria: Takes what she wants.

Orick: Represess it

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

Meira: Yes, unless its related to her, the idea someone could want her like that is alien to her.

Wisteria: Yes, in private with Orick

Orick: Not as much, unless Teri brings it up he doesnt really think about it.

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

Meira: Marriage is a concept that doesnt exist in her culture, so she's quite curious about it

Wisteria: She always saw it quite cynical, being princess heir and then Queen she always believed it would be political. The fact she married out of love is still something she gets giddy about it.

Orick: It was something he never tought he would have, being of a poor background and socially awkward. Also gets giddy when he things about the fact hes married.

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

Meira: flying, flying all the way

Wisteria: Horse riding

Orick: Carriages

 What causes them to feel dread? 

Meira: So much, shes almost always on edge.

Wisteria: The Council, having to deal with the other politicians and never solving any issues

Orick: Having to do the politicing by himself.

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

Meira: Truth all the time

Wisteria: She wants the truth, but she will lie to others

Orick: also Truth.

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

Meira: she tries, doenst think she does

Wisteria: No and she knows she doesnt but pretends to.

Orick: likes to think yes

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

Meira: Wisteria

Wisteria: Darian van Silas

Orick: Meira

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

Meira: Wisteria

Wisteria: Orick and Meira

Orick: Meira

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

Meira: No.

Wisteria: old gossip from the court

Orick: funny story about a failed experiment, is very niche and only funny to people familiar with arcane theory

 Could they be considered lazy? 

Meira: by Hielegharrdian standarts yes.

Wisteria: Absolutely not

Orick: as a king, yes, as a researcher no.

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

Meira: always guilty, this girl can fit so much guilt

Wisteria: Its for the greater good dont worry about it

Orick: Very defensive, will blame anyone else before he blames himself.

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Meira: mild interest, will actively listen and make questions

Wisteria: excited interest, will cheer you on

Orick: Will be blunt about wheter or not he thinks its interesting. If he thinks yes you two could spend the entire day discussing. If not then you lost him.

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Meira: She doesnt but she does, shes so down bad but shes so in denial about it

Wisteria: She goes for it,once she realizes the feelings

Orick: He was willing to go to his grave in eternal pinning.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

Meira: No

Wisteria: Just associating people with things they are responsble for.

Orick: he looks like the kind of guy who would do some king of convoluted system to remember stuff

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

Meira: The few weeks she and Wisteria spent togheter in their youth

Wisteria: The few weeks she and Meira spent togheter in their youth

Orick: Doing magic for the first time

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

Meira: Easy, she's used to it

Wisteria: easy, she needs to make things work

Orick: hard, he will clash with peiople

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Meira: Very, she will lower her head and admit to anything

Wisteria: Says she's very aware about them, continues to do nothing about it

Orick: Very but in the oposite sense, he gets defensive

How do they feel about children? 

Meira: Doenst know what to do with them

Wisteria: She knows she will have to have a kid soon to protect the bloodline but also she's quite scared of them, too fragile, too needy and too streesful.

Orick: Beloved by children, also enjoys interacting with them because of their curiosity.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

Meira: Willing to die for it

Wisteria: People will start dissapearing misteriously if it will help her

Orick: He will do many things, but will try to avoid causing harm

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

Meira: confused because her species has no gender and thus humans sexuality concept doesnt really apply to her. After being explained she likely would self identify as bisexual

Wisteria: Something basic like 'oh im Bisexual, that means i love more than one gender'

Orick: would get flustered as to why you need that information and then say hes not interested.

#just noticed the formating got fucked up #whatever #owl rambles #owl writing logs

[nosignalformiles]

Name: Emil Dufoix

Age and Birthday: 23 when he died, he’s lost track of exactly when that was, but he figures early 1700s. Doesn’t remember exact birthday ether, but knows its early-ish February.

Height: 5ft10

Pronouns and gender: He/him, would be fine with they/them. Man, but in a gnc gothy fuck way.

What they are: Vampire.

Style and Appearance: If you’re seeing him outside his home, everything is intentional. His hair is just past shoulder length with some wave to it. It’s well cared for but often unruly looking in that perfect unkempt wild way. It takes him hours. High fashion regency goth looks. Rich dark colors, elaborate outfits, perfectly put together, all combined with so much eye makeup and what he sees as Classic Vampire Looks. Combination of his style, beard, and make up, to make himself look older. If you get in the house, if you meet him multiple times. Get ready for the sweats, the pjs, the ridiculous novelty tshirts. Sharp wittle canines.

Piercings and tattoos: None

Scars and distinguishing marks: Two deep inset round scars, one on his abdomen, another on his chest. There are uglier, less uniform, matching scars on his back for both of them.

FC: X

Personality: When first met, Emil tries so damn hard to appear mysterious and aloof, but will almost always break character to make a stupid joke. He’s irresponsible, avoidant, gentle, overly open, cheeky little guy.

Abilities: Innate transformation magic, never learned to control it beyond the most natural form, so can only turn into an Iberian wolf. Doesn’t age. Fast and moves almost silently. Stronger than most humans. Can survive on blood or organ meats, but unlike some other vampires, he can eat human food. Damn good painted, and a deft hand with home repairs. Fast healing.

Weaknesses: The sun. It doesn’t hurt him as much as it’s a glare that’ll turn into a headache, and he’s not able to access his usual abilities while in it, and is more vulnerable to harm. Iron - especially coffin nails. Knots. Not in the give him a string and he needs to untie it way, but he just... he can’t really parse them properly anymore. Infuriating, because he could before. So can be restrained with even the most fancy, weak, decorative bows. Like putting electrical tape on a crocodile. Shouldn’t work, but it does.

Links:  Headcanons - Media  -  Fun Stuff  -  Playlist  -  Music  -  Threads 

Other bits and pieces:

He chose death over responsibility and growing up, will be pissy about any Peter Pan references, but wont deny them.

Works as a tailor and garment maker. Largely selling through etsy, but also at fairs and conventions that have period clothing interests. Like steam punk or vampire things.

Has a youtube channel, an insta, and a tiktok that he runs as part of his business/brand. Posts project videos and clothing history content, as well as ridiculous memey bullshit. He’s a better dancer than most would think.

Gay, depressed, wine aunt energy.

The type of vampire he is, has ties to the fae realm, no one consders them fae, but the ancestry is there.

He’s got a slightly faded french accent when he speaks English, it’s heaver in the mornings or when he’s worked up. He speaks French with southern/Marseilles kinda accent.

His house is a mess. Covered in bolts of fabric, unfinished knitting projects, sketch books, magazines etc. so many loose pens and pencils everywhere.

Is the closest neighbor to Wynn and Finch’s farm, but they’re still miles from each other across fields. Emil owns a lot of the land around his home, but lets all but his small garden overgrow.

Long form backstory and bio:

A dub-con tw to be safe. Nothing is explicit, but there’s manipulation and implied awful crap so be careful if that’s an issue for you! Ditto for a suicide cw. Vampires yall, he’s a goofy character, but there’s some bad in the backstory.

Emil was the eldest child of a decently comfortable family in a mountainous community in southern france. They were by no means wealthy, but they did own their farm, and were able to make a comfortable living and were trying to climb that social ladder while he was alive. Expecting their kids to secure good marriages that would strengthen their business and name.

He had two little sisters and a little brother, his little brother, Henri, died when Emil was 17. Jeanne was the closest to him in age, only two years younger. They used to joke about running away to a city and leaving the farm and the expectations to Henri and Marie. But then Henri died. Not long after that Emil realized he was facing a life of responsibility and misery, marriage, children, a business. Nothing he wanted, at least not the way it was allowed.

So when a not that tall, or handsome, but at least he was mysterious, stranger blew into town and offered him an alternative? Emil went for it. More than willing to risk death for a chance at something more. It was a violent death.

That man, Dimitri, was a fucking creep. He saw a depressed, desperate, and suicidal young man and took advantage. Saw a way to get what he wanted, someone who’d owe him, who he could control. It never really worked. Emil just went along with him until he felt able to leave, and it was centuries later that he realized just how unbalanced things had been.

Of course, he had an inkling it wasn’t great anyways, considering he ran away to a war to escape. Joining the legion in the crimean war. He met a young English soldier and actually got to experience what a real connection, and real love, was. Only for it to be violently ripped away from him in festering pits of mud and viscera. He left that situation with a different approach to things. The realization that you never know how long you’ve got. So don’t hold back things from people, go all in, make the most of whatever little time there is.

He then spent many, many, years just wandering around the Mediterranean coast with his oldest friend, and fellow vampire, Niki. She made things fun. Loud. Chaotic. Kept it busy and interesting. But then they parted ways, Emil wanted to head further north, to London, and she really had no interest in somewhere so drab.

Emil became a regular at an underground bar in SoHo called The Fleece, an oasis of creative expression and early queer culture, eventually becoming involved with the bartender, a young man named Howie who had to commute the ridiculous distance from his tenement flat in Bethnal Green every fucking day to get to work. They lived together in that flat for years. And then Emil made friends with the wrong kind of vampires. Entitled, violent, predatory assholes who tried to drag him along on a night of ‘hunting’ the destitute in a workhouse. Emil didn’t even judge them, he had no leg to stand on, they all ate people, he just refused to join in. But this wasn’t an invitation he was allowed to pass up.

In retribution to the perceived slight, they locked him and Howie up together. Starving him out until survival instinct took over. Even after they let him out, that instinct very nearly never left. He was essentially feral, broken, for months.

Until Niki found him. Until Niki slammed him against the ground and screamed that he’s not leaving her alone again. She’s lost enough people. It was the first and only time he’d seen anything close to real emotion from her. That shock and her continued insistence, dragging him on through life, was what got him through. Kept him going until Emil was able to stand on his own again.

Not long after that, they stumbled into the early days of Wellspring. Emil bought a small, very old, house and the surrounding fields and farm land. Although they’re left overgrown and wild now.

Niki no longer hangs around as much, yes she drops in, crashes in his home, and has a room there, but she’s mostly on the road.

#Muse bios #headcanon emil #hes back at least for a bit

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

HEY im sorry this took so long, i started this and then lost inspo but i hope you enjoy what I've come up with :)

CW: chubby fem reader, mentions of insecurities, smut, daddy kink, dom Geto and sub reader, angst but it ends fluffy, not proofread bc im just a little goblin that crawled out from under a rock sksksk

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh Getoooo 💦💕

He's so pretty and hot it's not FAIR

Anyways skskks

Yall already know i hate canon so don't expect this to fit in with the JJK universe

I do whatever i want bc it's my blog 🙄💅

So let's get into it sksksk

Now I've said this before but I'll say it again here: i think all the jjk men are chubby chasers sksksk AND THIS INCLUDES GETO

He's just much more lowkey about his attraction

I can see it now: you work at this cute lil mom-and-pop bakery and Gojo has been coming in for the pastries and to flirt and ofc he drags Geto along with him

Gojo is clearly into you and although you're flattered, he's too boisterous for your liking

You're much more interested in the tall dark haired friend he brings in with him 👀

Geto is such a looker and he's not flashy about it either. While Gojo is bragging and showing off, Geto silently pulls in your attention with a well timed glance and witty response to Gojo

He's very quiet aside from quirky remarks to his friend, but he's very polite and always returns your smile, so you've developed a bit of a crush on him over the past several weeks

You don't think he's into you though, he hasn't shown any interest or made a move like Gojo so you'll just enjoy the eye candy whenever he comes in 🤷‍♀️

Gojo is v flirty with you tho which is pretty entertaining so the two men aren't that annoying

But then comes the day that Gojo asks you out 😳

"C'mon, baby, lemme take you somewhere! We could go see a movie, get some dinner, maybe go back to my place ;)"

"Aha... i don't know ^^;"

You're trying so hard to be polite but you're just not interested in him like that, you really hope he catches the hint 😶

Meanwhile Geto is leaning against the counter staring off into space with a blank expression

Gojo excuses himself to go to the bathroom and you let out a loud sigh when he's out of earshot

"Why won't you accept his offer?"

You're confused by Geto's question but merely shrug

"I don't know, he's just not my type. He's a bit too..."

"Annoying?"

You laugh and he smiles in return

"I was gonna say energetic but whatever floats your boat."

Geto hums, tapping the counter with his forefinger, staring at the marbled surface

"Well... if you won't go on a date with him... would you go on one with me?"

HUH??? WHAT???

Turns out mister tall quiet and mysterious has been crushing on you for a hot minute!! But he knew Gojo was attracted to you so he decided to stand back and let his friend have a shot first

But since you aren't into his friend... 👀

Obvs you agree sksksk

Gojo is distraught but he gets over it quick lowkey he knew about Geto's crush the whole time and flirted with you more to try and coax him into finally asking you out

Anyways, cue the most romantic dating montage EVER 🥺💕💕💕

I'm talking fancy restaurants, walks in the park, little picnics, art museums, EVERYTHING

AND GETO IS SO PERFECT THE ENTIRE TIME 😩

You go to a restaurant? He's coaxing you to open your mouth so he can feed you a spoonful of the decadent dessert he ordered to share. Walk in the park? He's holding your hand, playing with your fingers and swinging your arm gently, smiling softly as you talk about your day. Picnic? He's lying down and inching his way closer until his head rests on your plump thighs. Art museum? He stares at renaissance paintings of barely clad voluptuous women before leaning towards your ear and whispering about how you're so much lovelier than the women decorating these walls

He's straight out of a fairytale, it's unbeLIEVABLE

One problem tho

It's been almost four months of wondrous dating and he hasn't initiated anything past gentle kisses

You've done everything to get his attention and coax him into seducing you: putting on makeup, wearing revealing clothing, inviting him to stay the night. Hell, you even shaved your pussy bc you were SURE he was gonna go down on you (which he never did ✌😔)

You're at the point where you're starting to feel insecure about his lack of physical advances

So you decide to confront him

He invites you over for a movie and takeout, so you dress up a little~

It's nothing much, just a bodycon sweater dress and some fishnets, but you're doing your best to get his attention

He's all sweet smiles when you arrive, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling you to the living room where there's already pizza waiting for you

You keep quiet as you eat and watch whatever movie he picked out, but you're not paying attention at all :(

Your pretty boyfriend Geto is wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and somehow he looks like a god 😩

You've finished eating and are cuddling up and you're trying to initiate things by curling yourself against him, pressing your breasts into his side and twirling circles on his chest

And it's just radio silence from Geto 🧍‍♀️

Come ON, the movie can't be that interesting

Your insecurities finally bubble up and you huff angrily, sitting up and moving away from him, crossing your arms

"What's the matter, love? Why the long face?"

"Nothing >:(" you're so bad at lying jesus christ sksksk

And of COURSE Geto knows how to coax the truth out of you 🙄

"Cmon, beautiful, don't be like that. I've missed you so much lately. Tell me what's wrong so I can make it better" damn, he's such a good partner sksksk

So ofc you cave—

"Are you attracted to me? Because we've been officially dating for over three months and you haven't tried fucking me and it makes me feel like you don't like how I look and I hate that :/"

"Aw, Y/N, is that what's bothering you? I'm sorry, dear, I didn't want to rush things. I wanted to wait until you were ready"

"Well, I've been ready for at least a month now and I'm mad that you haven't come onto me yet >:("

"Oh, is that it?" He's cupped your chin, turning you to face him and his mischievous smirk. "You want me to come onto you? You want me to make a mess of you and ruin you for anyone else?"

"😳... yea 🥺"

"Well, if you want something, you have to ask nicely..." WHO IS THIS MAN WHERE DID HE COME FROM??

"... would you please fuck me? 🥺👉👈"

It's like a flip has been switched, Geto's gaze turning much darker, fierce and hungry

"Good girl. Let Daddy take care of you~" DADDY??? 😳🥴💦💕

Bestie, you better be prepared bc this man is going to rock your shit like nobody's business

He kisses you so passionately that he feels like a stranger, hands wandering over your curves the way you've been dreaming about for months

Pulls your sweater dress up over your tits and starts groping you, his mouth latched onto your breasts while his hands travel over your body

Soon enough, he's got you arching your back on the couch while he fingerfucks you into oblivion, his expression still calm and collected despite how wrecked you are

Makes you cum on his fingers and sucks your slick off of them before discarding his shirt and pulling his cock out

"You want this cock, baby?" he asks real low while he's rolling on a condom. "You want me to fuck you good?"

"Yes, please Daddy!" Oh, you learn so well 💕

My dear, you better hold on tight bc this man fucks you like it's the end of the world

He's slow and purposeful at first but once you're sighing with each thrust he picks up speed and starts fucking you the way you've wanted for weeks

He makes you cum twice on his cock before he cums as well, but that doesn't mean he's done

Give him 5-10 minutes for some water and a bathroom break and he's right back to railing you over the side of the couch

Takes you in at least 3 different positions that night alone, fucking you until you're overstimulated and sore

He's so sweet and attentive afterwards, offering to shower with you or at least get a warm washcloth to wipe you down

He's leaving gentle kisses on all the marks he made and asking if you're alright

Doesn't outright ask you to sleep over but tries to get you to stay: "you had a long night, princess. You might want to regain your strength so you don't collapse on the way home" well damn when u put it like that skskks

You sleep over and he wakes you up with breakfast 🥺 brings it to you as well as water and juice 🥺 asks if there's anything else you want before eating in bed with you 🥺💕

Safe to say, yall fuck a RIDICULOUS amount after that night sksksk

No, but listen babe, Geto is inSATIABLE

You were so worried that he wasn't physically attracted to you but holy fuck he can't keep his hands off of you

I think Geto is an ass man

Like obvs he loves all of you, but he's obSESSED with your ass

Favorite body part by FAR

Has a bad habit of smacking your ass every time he sees you

Doesn't have to be hard or even sexual, he just likes feeling how soft it is and watching it jiggle

As a result, he loves fucking you from behind and watching your ass bounce on his hips

Second favorite body part is your hips n love handles

They're just so wide and soft and squishy and fit his hands so well, how could he NOT grab them tightly and slam you onto his cock?

Also a hair puller sksksk

He just loves running his fingers over your hair before grabbing a fistful and forcing you to arch your back

Plus it makes you clench around him so tight and just hhhhhh he loves it sksksk

King of oral, let's be honest sksksk

He's got the best head game from here to the pacific ocean sksksk

Omg his tongue is so LONG holy FUCK

It reaches so deep and he moves it so liquidly over your lips and he's just so good at it and he doesn't even try 😩

He loves giving head too so you'll never have to beg him honey, he's already on his knees and putting his hair on a bun sksksk

He always keeps eye contact during it too like every time you look at him he's staring at you intensely and it's so overwhelming 😖

Textbook definition of a dominant sksksk

He doesn't outright call himself a dom or ask you to be his sub, but let's be real he's such a dom sksksk

He naturally takes the lead in the bedroom, pushing your limits to make you feel the most pleasure you've ever experienced

Leads to a lot of kinks being introduced sksksk

He likes shibari! Tying you up is just a plus, what he really enjoys is seeing your body squish underneath the pressure of the rope 💕 it's like seeing his fingers squeeze your flesh till it spills over but it's EVERYWHERE and it just really turns him on

LOVES using toys on you, specifically clit toys

Loves the way you wiggle and squirm and beg him to give you a break

Leads to lots of overstimulation

But he likes edging too. Likes seeing your cute little pout when he stops fucking you, waiting till you calm down before starting again

He's such a TEASE, he's so MEAN

Will slip his hand under your skirt in public just to squeeze at your thighs

He doesn't care if people are around, if anything it turns him on more

He'd try to finger your chubby pussy while yall are out at lunch with your parents, he truly does not care :(

He likes fingering you on car rides 💕 like reaching over and pushing up your sundress and palming your fupa and just hhhhhhhhh 😖👉👈

Always pulls out. Prefers cumming on your ass, thighs, or tummy 💕 like cumming inside is okay but he prefers to paint your outsides instead

He prefers to take control, but one time when you were riding him, he tried to take the lead but you just pushed him back down on the bed and rode him until you both came and it had to have been the sexiest thing he's ever experienced

He's not a jealous man so you never have to deal with him getting pissy about guys looking at you, but he does get annoyed if you look at other ppl. You're HIS girlfriend, you're supposed to only look at HIM

It's fine tho, he's not mad. He'll just fuck you for three hours straight so you can only think of him

He seems super smug and confident, which he is, but deep down he's emotionally unavailable so you're probs gonna struggle a little in the relationship

For example, all that sweet stuff he did in the beginning? It was kind of a façade :/

Like he mainly did all those things so you would like him but that's not necessarily who he is

He's egotistical and acts like he's a god that deserves nothing but the best but tbh he's just an asshole sometimes :(

And you notice this around the six month mark, how he doesn't take you on fancy dates and doesn't really put in effort to show that he loves you

You're always the one reaching out and suggesting that you go out to do something and you're always going to his place and making him happy and it's draining :/

It's frustrating, and you know you deserve better, so you gently confront him about it and he gets so mad

You've never seen him like this before and you're absolutely shocked

He claims that your standards are just too high and you should just be happy to be with someone as great as him

Yall are practically in a screaming match and you're threatening to break up with him for not putting the same effort into the relationship as you

No but fr, you give him an ultimatum bc he's acting awful: either he treats you better or you're done

He insists that you're just being dramatic and that you'll feel better by tomorrow

Hm... okay... BYE sksksk

You grab your things and hop on outta there, heartbroken but determined to make yourself a priority and make sure you get the love you deserve

Geto is sure that you're just overreacting and that you'll be texting him soon enough saying that you miss him and that you're sorry

But three weeks pass and he hasn't heard a peep

He's trying not to freak out or sulk but every time he checks your socials and sees that you're fine, he feels his heart ache

He doesn't reach out tho, he's stubborn and petty and decides that if you're not gonna reach out then he's not gonna bother with it

That is until Gojo gets involved

Now, after you gently rejected Gojo, yall ended up becoming friends! You're actually pretty close which is nice and that continues even tho you don't interact with Geto anymore

Anyways, so one day when Gojo and Geto are hanging out, Geto notices that Gojo is on his phone a lot and jokingly asks if he got a girlfriend

"Nope! It's just Y/N :)"

And that just kills Geto

He may have a big ego, but he's always felt inferior to Gojo and knowing that his friend and his ex are still talking just makes his heart sink

He obsesses over it for days, literally losing sleep over the thought of you and Gojo hanging out, laughing and enjoying each other's company, maybe becoming more than friends

It makes sense that he would show up on your doorstep just a few days later

You already cried over him about a month ago, and at this point you're pretty sure you're over him and okay now

But ofc he shows up and ruins all that progress

You're pissed off that he's here, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, rubbing the back of his neck nervously

"...hey..." he mumbles really quietly, giving a weak smile fuck you hate him so much why does he have to be so pretty and handsome

"What do you want, Geto?" He's so heartbroken to hear your cold tone, but he swallows and clears his throat

"I came by to apologize. I... I haven't been fair to you and I see that now. I shouldn't have pretended to be perfect just so you would like me, and I shouldn't have given up on you so easily. I know that I've hurt you a lot and I don't expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I regret everything I've ever done to hurt you."

He hands you the flowers, does a small nod and turns to leave

But he stops when he feels your soft hand circle around his wrist

He turns around to look at you, his face burning when he sees the gentle look in your eyes.

"Can you come in so we can talk?"

Long story short, yall talk. a LOT.

You discuss your feelings and expectations for the relationship and have a very mature conversation about how you want to proceed with all this info out in the open

You agree to give him another chance, but you don't want to dive back in too quickly. You want to take things slow and get to know the REAL him, not the prince charming that he pretended to be

It's rocky, but yall make it work and you truly love each other :)

Hmmmm what else 🤔

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. It's long and soft for a reason! Braid it and run your fingers through it and kiss his temple! Make him feel loved :(

No but lowkey he needs to be babied :( needs his pretty big girl to praise him and make him feel special :( ever since yall fought he's been worried about losing you again so he needs a lot of reassurance :(

Likes taking baths with you. He likes how your skin feels covered in soapy suds, and he hates when you shrink into yourself and try to make yourself smaller, try to take up less space

He'll force your body against his so he can truly enjoy your softness

He doesn't care if you make a fuss, he doesn't care if you're worried about being too heavy: he wants every plump ounce of yourself to press against him bc he loves you so so much

Likes cooking with you, hugging you from behind and insisting that it's easier to cut vegetables when he's cuddled up to you like this

He gets you flowers regularly bc he worries that he's not showing you how much he loves you, so you've always got a full vase in the house

His ego still shows up occasionally but at his core he's a sweet guy so you might as well keep him sksksk

#ask #smut #suguru geto #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #chubby reader #fem reader #☀️ fics #☀️ asks

[modx-reborn]

It’s All Too Loud

Yall want Roomates? A needy botom Simpbur? With some some nasty names called at the rat man?

Well…Here you go, it’s like almost 2k words or so of just using simpbur for your own entertainment.

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS DNI

For the second night this week, your flatmate Wilbur was making a racket, his music audible through not one but two walls and into your room. Lord knows what the other apartment on the other side of his wall thought of us but enough was enough.

No matter how flattering he was earlier today, it’s ten P.M and after all the shit that had happened, you just wanted some silence and to be able to sleep.

Not bothering with fully redressing after getting ready for bed, you are storming across the lounge you share with your now annoying flatmate, the rap of your knuckles lost to the music is followed by several slaps of your palm against his door to little success.

With a scrunched face and anger now rivalling a lit stick of TNT, shouldering his door open to start what would have been a one-sided yelling match, your anger is quick to fizzle out at the sight of Wilbur.

Stretched out across his bed, face buried in what looks to be one of your gym shirts that went missing like two days ago. One of his hands fisting himself, clearly chasing his own end, unaware of your presence in his room, or it looked like it till you flick your eyes up to find him watching you stand in his doorway.

Your name a chant on his lips, nose still buried in that shirt, is how he cum’s. A mess painting his hand and the half pushed up shirt he wore, the red that colours his face either from the shame of getting caught or from the enjoyment of having you watch him jack off.

You’re quick to snatch the remote for his sound system, pressing the off button and plunging the room into silence.

“What the actual fuck Wilbur. I-Is that…Did you steal my fucking gym clothes?”

Flicking your eyes around his room your quick to catch sight of other items that had once been yours, a hairbrush that you thought broke, a pair of underwear that had one too many holes in it, and two items that were more personal in nature. A bottle of scented lube that you had only half used, and a small bullet vibe that was a gag gift from another friend of yours.

“Wilbur. You have like, ten seconds to explain, or I am going to throttle you.”

Looking over at the brunette paints a desperate picture, he sits upon his knees, your shirt lays on his lap, hands half reached out towards you, ignorant of the one still coated in his cum, cheeks still painted pink with tears gathering in his eyes.

“P-Please it’s just. Your so good to me, so nice. An-and you smell so good, that I know y-you would never go for someone like me. But-” when his hands reach out the grasp your arm, the feeling of his warm skin and now half-dried cum against your skin pulls a shiver from you, “-please, please don’t leave me. I’ll. I’ll keep out of your way, won’t touch any of your things ever again. Just please, don’t leave me.”

The sight of someone like Wilbur, who tends to paint the picture of reserved confidence, begging you not to leave him, tears falling down his cheeks, skin still flushed pink as he sniffles softly. It’s something that hits a certain spot for you, forgiving him would take time and him actually keeping his word to not touch or take your things anymore, but for now, it had been some time since you had any kind of fun that wasn’t just you and your hands in the dark.

“Okay, I won’t go-”

“Thank you!” he is quick to lean further into your space, his grip on your arm pulling you slightly as he does.

“But! We do have to talk about how even when you got caught, you just kept Shlicking it like some needy little slut.” Your unoccupied hand lifts his chin, thumb just barely brushing against his bottom lip, “Well? Got any declarations? Or explanations for that Wilbur? Hmm.” You can feel more than hear the whine he makes, his grip tightening on your arm once again.

“N-no, just t-that. You were there and watching m-me,” the way he presses into your hand is desperate like you’ll pull back and shake off his hands, and just disappear into thin air.

Shaking off his hands you’re quick to snatch the soiled gym shirt from his lap, tossing it to the other side of his bed, revealing that Wilbur hadn’t tucked himself away or adjusted himself in any way. In fact at some point during his begging or the period of your processing of his words he had gotten hard once again.

“Really? Are you that fucking obsessed with me, that even if you just came, a few touches and a little name-calling has you hard again?” It’s easy to push him back onto his bed, one hand keeping him pinned to the mattress as the other slides across his hips, deliberately avoiding touching his member.

Whatever he said in response is mumbled under his breath, half lost in the whine that leaves his mouth.

Your fingers tugging his pants further down exposing more of his pale skin, “Your gonna need to speak up Wil, or I’ll just leave you here with your hand and my old shirt.”

“Y-yes, yes I am. Please. Please Don’t stop.”

Yanking his shirt over his head is easy, as is getting him to shuffle out of his jeans. It’s grabbing his thighs and moving him into the middle of his bed that signals the start of your fun but not before grabbing two of his stolen items and placing them beside you. Your grip on his thighs makes it easy to pull him into your lap, legs pressed open as you push against his knees exposing everything to your view.

“God, look at you barely even touched you and your leaking all over yourself,” dragging one of your fingers down his cock makes him twitch, the small patch of pre-cum that had grown on his stomach now spread further across his skin. Whatever words he may have wanted to say are lost at the cold feeling of you drizzling lube across him, “Aww was that a little cold for you? Don’t worry, I will make it worthwhile.”

It’s easy to smear the lube across his cock, making the wet sound your hand makes as it strokes across his heated flesh so loud against the strings of whines and moans pouring from the man under you. The hand that isn’t occupied with him is quick to grab the discarded shirt from earlier and the small bullet that you had placed aside.

The way Wilbur cries when you let go of his member in favour of flipping him over is quickly muffled, the shirt he had previously buried his face in shoved where his head now lay, “If you love the smell of my old sweat so much, you can keep it there till I’m done with you,” more lube is poured on his now exposed hole, bringing another full-body shiver from the man below you.

With a press of a button, the small toy buzzes to life, the lowest possible setting now pressed to the base of his dick as your fingers trace around his entrance, pressing on occasion against the puckered skin, teasing him with the feeling of you pressing into him. The moan that sounds from him when you finally do let one of your fingers begin to sink into him, brings a sharp smile to your face.

“Please. Please. Please, don’t stop, please just. Please,” His head is only tilted to the side to beg, nose still buried in the shirt that you had placed under his face. His begging is a constant stream of babble that ends with a chant of your name and please, which is rewarded with another finger slipping into him alongside the first working to stretch him open.

“So fucking needy. You’d take anything I could give you right now, just take, take, take. Like the good little slut you are,” turning off the vibe so your hand can hold his hips still, leaving his member to hang useless between his legs, twitching with need as your fingers work in and out of him, occasionally brushing against his prostate making him let out one long whine.

Pulling your fingers from him, has him begging all over again. Only when you press back in it’s with the toy ready to be pressed against his prostate, watching how he shakes when you flick it back on to the lowest setting is magnificent, what little of his face can be seen under his messy curls is an open mouth drooling, mouthing words that are lost in a choked moan when you increase the intensity of the toy in him.

Tangling your other hand in his hair to pull him back onto all fours, sounds no longer muffled and echoing through his room when you return your hand to his cock fisting it to the same speed he had been when you first walked in and caught him in the act. His hips rocking back into the action chasing what sounds to be one hell of an orgasm, only as his moans begin to rise in pitch and the throbbing dick in your hand begins to twitch more often do you stop.

“Oh no. You don’t get to finish so quickly, if you want it you’re going to have to do it yourself,” your fingers and the toy pulled from his now fluttering hole, vibe cast somewhere on his bed to be collected and seen to later, both your hands pull him up and back into your lap. Your lips press to sweat-slicked skin as he leans into your chest, his hands tremble as one wraps around himself, the other reaching back to brace against the bed.

When your lips press to his neck, leaving marks is a benefit but the action is done to watch as Wilbur desperately chases after the feeling that you had been building in him, only as he arches into what feels like the end a broken moan falls from his lips.

“I can’t. I can’t, please. Please…” The way his hands fall away from his lap is pathetic, but the way he begs is musical.

“Only cause you asked so nicely.”

Your lips on his neck are teeth and tongue painting him in spots of colour to bloom later, as one hand return to jerking him off with the intent of making a further mess of the man in your lap, the other hand pressing his hips down into your lap keeping him from doing nothing more than arch away from you as he cums.

The way he whines as you keep stroking him through it all is so broken, his hands quick to stop your movements as he pants, his cum splattered against your hand and his thighs. Wilburs head remains hung as he breaths through the aftershocks, only watching through his eyelashes as you bring your hand up and clean the mess he made of your hand with your mouth.

“Next time you want to be a horny little creep, come find me. I’ll give you all this and more-” your hands once rough in action now pulling him down on his bed, cradling him against your chest, “ And isn’t it so much better than your hand and some old shirt?”

His nod is slow, energy drained from him as he drifts off, at least now you know that there will no longer be nights of sexual frustration or general frustration over too loud music in the apartment again.

God, you wonder what the neighbours must think of you now, from loud music to the loud begging of the dosing man in your arms.

This will likely be far from the last time the two of you are way too loud.

#c: simpbur #k: degradation #k: dacryphilia #k: teasing #k: begging #k: dumbification #possessive behavior #mxad #dsmp smut

[vladtoly]

Second Thought (Part 2)

A/N: So a lot of y’all really wanted a second part to the first one and i found that i couldn’t get everything i wanted into just a second part. So i’ve decided to make it into a full story with multiple parts. This part’s a little short, but i do have more plans for the future, so i hope yall enjoy! 

Part 1 Part 3

Warnings: OOC Salesman, Unedited 

When they reached his apartment, it was quiet, but that was okay. It was comfortable and Gong-Yoo didn’t want to break that. The train ride was quick, mostly the woman beside him aweing at the people around them, a haphazard grin on her face. And Gong-Yoo appreciated her innocence but didn’t stop to glare at someone who looked at her a little too long. He knew exactly what they were thinking, because he was them; he just knew he had the self-control to push that side of himself down. To silence his worries, he held her hand most of the way home, and she didn’t seem to mind at all. She even proceeded to link her fingers with his, swinging their arms a bit, as he walked them to his apartment.

To say her light demeanor was refreshing would be an understatement.

He set his bags down at the stoop by the door and let her wander his living room, curiosity taking over. Looking over the paintings on the wall, she scrunched her nose up a bit, but didn’t say anything.

Gong-Yoo chuckled and put his suit jacket over a chair. “The paintings are a bit pretentious, yes?”

She looked at him with a startled look. “I mean, no, no! They just look expensive is all, I feel a bit… out of place?”

It didn’t seem like she even knew the right words, but she wasn’t wrong. There she stood barefoot, in stained sweat in his living room, which was full of expensive paintings and was paired with marble floors. Yes, she was out of place, but Gong-Yoo wouldn’t say he didn’t like seeing her stand there. She was as radiant as she had been when they met hours ago.

He merely rolled up his sleeves and went to her side, putting his arm around her shoulders. She looked up at him in surprise, but he was staring at the painting.

“It’s okay, I know they’re tasteless. I mean, ₩53,000,000 is a bit much for something a blind dog could’ve made, but I needed something on the wall.” His eyes scanned the splattered colors, silently deciding to go shopping for something nicer tomorrow. As he looked down at the woman, she stared up at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“That’s just so much money. So much money in general, I can’t believe you can spend it all on one painting.” Her fingers were just itching to touch the canvas, to see what the resemblance of pure gold would feel like.

But before she could, Gong-Yoo used the arm around her shoulders to steer her in the direction of the kitchen. “Pompous paintings aside, let’s get some food in you, huh?”

He sat her at the counter before going through his fridge. “What do you want, dove? I can make you something, order in. it’s up to you.”

Her cheeks flushed at the pet name, more than she imagined a simple word would. Watching him rummage through the fridge, his toned arms pulling out a few items. She couldn’t deny that he was attractive, but she also had to remind herself that she was a guest. He was just being a ‘friend’, as he had said before. Only when he turned back to her with a raise brow did she remember to speak.

“Oh, I don’t want to impose too much. Whatever you were planning to eat, I’ll just have a little.”

He sighed a bit at this response, leaning onto the counter by the fridge. “Y/N, you are my guest, you don’t have to be so polite. How about I show you the shower, grab you some clothes, and I can whip something up for when you’re out?”

“I don’t need too much, you don-“

Gong-Yoo made his way around the counter and set his hands gingerly on her shoulders, making her look him in the eyes. “Love, you look like you haven’t had a good meal in days. I’m going to order some take out, and you’re going to take a relaxing shower. And don’t even think you’re intruding or being a burden because that’s not true. I wouldn’t have invited you to stay if I didn’t want you to. Now just let me take care of you.” He put on his usual charming smile, the one that normally sucked in his intended prey. “Okay?”

The woman silently nodded. Pleased with the outcome, Gong-Yoo walked her to his room, heading further to the connected bathroom. She watched as he removed himself from her, pointing out the body wash and shampoo, then moving around her to grab a white T-shirt and plain boxer shorts. Setting them on the counter, he looked over to ask if she needed anything only to find her staring at him with glassy eyes.

His face dropped as he instinctively reached for her, pulling her to his chest. Resting his head on hers, waiting as she cried into his button down. “Hey, hey, what’s going on? Did I do something?”

She shook her head and Gong-Yoo could swear he felt her smiled into his chest. This just made him hold her closer.

“I just haven’t felt such kindness in a long time. I don’t know how to thank you, Gong-Yoo.”

The words were sweet but broke his heart. How someone so precious could be treated so poorly her whole life was beyond him. And he wanted to curse at himself for nearly becoming one of her tormentors. Any of the other Salesmen would’ve seen her as an easy target. Someone so vulnerable, so pure? They’d be foaming at the mouth. Hell, if it were an earlier version of him, he would be too.

But seeing the fragile thing in his arms, he wouldn’t dream of it now.

Pulling away, he lifted her chin and smiled softly at her tear streamed face. “You don’t have to. Just seeing that smile on your face is reward enough for me.”

The corners of her mouth turned up at that. And something in his mind clicked into place. She was precious, and he didn’t want anyone else to harm her. So, he wouldn’t let anyone near her.

He was going to protect her. And to do that, he was going to keep her.

#salesman squid game #squid game x reader #salesman x reader #salesman fanfic

[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, fingering, littlest bit of dirty talk, praise!kink, soft soft soft FLUFF hours, a bit of a filler chapter before the last chapter!! 😭 I can’t believe it’s almost ‘over’... This chapter has the least amount of smut yall will ever see with fratboy!wonwoo so don’t get used to it ☠️ LMAO 🤣🤣 also... it’s been a garbage week(boring work drama) for me so I’ll answer inbox msgs and stuff on sunday, I need to get away from the internet(and people) for a day dkfjhskh 😭💕 Ya’ll thank you for so much love and support with Caffeine and Until I Met You! It means so much to me and I appreciate every like, reblog and comment I get on it 🥺💕 No I will never be ending my fratboy!wonwoo au so don’t worry about that hehe 💕 For now, enjoy this soft ch 4 and I will see yall on Sunday! I love you, have a great weekend! 💕

[mood for this chapter: more than enough - alina baraz]

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x

“So…”

Wonwoo sighs - re-shelving another Edgar Allen Poe book. “So, what?”

Mingyu tilts his sunglasses down, eyebrows raised at the older male that continues to do his job instead of give him the time of day. “What’s going on with you, hyung? You’ve been… weird.”

“Okay, define weird.”

The younger male pouts as he takes his sunglasses off, pocketing them as he leans up against the bookshelf that Wonwoo is currently still shelving.

It only takes one utterance of your name for Wonwoo to stop in his tracks - fingertips on the spine of another book as he turns to Mingyu. “What about her? Did she say something to you?”

“No, but do you like her? I mean, ‘like’ like her.”

“Is it not… obvious? That I do? Did we not all collectively have that conversation about me giving her a set of keys to our house?”

Mingyu grimaces slightly as he mentally goes through all the times he’d even seen the two of you together and he’s only able to conjure up a few select memories - none of which were anything necessarily romantic. “Well… I wouldn’t say ‘obvious’, I guess. The two of you aren’t exactly the ‘kiss and hold hands in public’ kind of... people. More like the, ‘sneak off to fuck in a public restroom’ kind... Which, uh, isn’t really... romantic.”

This time, Wonwoo crosses his arms and leans up against the opposite bookshelf as he sighs.

It’d been a few days since he’d seen you and you’d been swamped in so much class work that you didn’t even have the time to come by the library or the frat house. And even while Wonwoo stood in between the bookshelves having a conversation with Mingyu, you were finishing an art project with Minghao that was due by the end of the day.

“I know. I told her it’d be kind of a slow crawl for me.” He plucks another book from the cart, staring at the glossy text as he simmers in his thoughts. “Mingyu, am I awkward?”

“Erm, well, I wouldn’t say that necessarily.”

Mingyu steps forward, patting Wonwoo on the shoulder as he smiles.

“You like her and you’re trying even if you’re not used to it. You gotta start somewhere, hyung. Even if you’re a fish out of water. But that’s okay, you can ask me for help if you want!”

“When are you gonna put a ring on Wonwoo-hyung?”

You snort at Minghao’s question - reaching for a clean paintbrush as he stands across from you in the large, empty studio. “First of all, can you not say it like that? I’m not gonna marry him, okay.”

The male rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you; his own hands and clothes covered in a colorful array of paints. “So you’re saying you never imagined hyung in a suit, hair slicked back and his buff arms carrying you off into your honeymoon?”

“W--wh--n--no! No, I haven’t!” You avoid his piercing stare as you focus on your end of the large canvas instead.

No, but I dreamt about it once.

“‘Hao, would you hurry! We’re supposed to be collaborating on this and it looks… like it’s 5 different art styles.”

“Don’t change the subject on me. And anyway, I like what you’re doing to hyung. Breaking him out of his shell, y’know? He’s just shy, that’s all. Needs a little work in the bold department.”

You bite down the urge to laugh because to you, Wonwoo was everything but shy when it came to the bedroom. Although, Minghao was right with everything else. “Yeah, I know. We went for breakfast together after I, um, stayed over a few nights ago and he kinda just sat there zoned out, picking at his waffles. He’s really cute when he wakes up in the morning though. Pouty and whiny.”

Grinning at Minghao, he pretends to gag in response before taking a seat next to you.

“Disgusting. Tell me more.”

Wonwoo makes an effort to check in with you throughout the day before he heads back to his room - asking you if you’d had your meals and if you’d finished your project on time.

You’d answered sporadically as you and Minghao raced to finish.

‘I’ll eat late probably… rly gotta finish or else my ass is failing lol’

‘Just don’t forget, okay? It’s not good for you to skip.’

Wonwoo lays down in his bed; yawning as he sets his phone onto the nightstand next to himself.

His eyelids feel heavy and he’s quick to give in to the tiredness that takes over him once he gets comfortable.

When Wonwoo finally decides to shift during his nap, he finds it difficult and extra warm.

“Mmh…”

His bleary eyes adjust to the, now,  slightly darkened room as he makes out your figure tucked underneath his arm. He calls your name softly - waking you up from the nap that you’d apparently joined him in.

“Mmh… Wonwoo…” You snuggle in deeper, voice still laced with sleep. “You didn’t even budge when I came in…”

He chuckles softly as he readjusts to spoon you from behind instead; his strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep your body flush against his own.

“I’m surprised you came by, sweetheart. I would’ve just stayed awake had I known you were coming over.” His voice is groggy and laced with sleep as you sigh softly in return as you blink away the sleepiness.

“How was your day at the library? Miss me yet?” Wonwoo smiles into your shoulder before he tilts his head up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Always, sweetheart. Although, Mingyu decided to keep me busy today.”

“Oh? Anything fun?”

He plays with the hem of your shirt, “Well… Fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe what that was. Nosy was more like it.”

This time you can’t help but snort in response. “You too? I think some people were being ‘lil moles today.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. Did you end up just coming back here with Minghao from the studio?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, to be honest but… S’been a rough day.” Placing your hand over his arm, you squeeze slightly as you pull his arm around you tighter. “Our professor came by while we were working in the studio and said our project wasn’t up to par with what Minghao and I usually submit for projects. She didn’t fail us on the spot but she said we need to redo it for less credit or take the failing grade.”

Wonwoo nuzzles your neck; peppering small kisses on your clothed shoulder. “I take it the two of you are going to redo it?”

“Mm… We spent so long coming up with a concept and now we’re both stressed about coming up with something new. I walked over here with ‘Hao and he locked himself up in his room as soon as we got here. Figured I’d come hang out with you and found you napping… With your glasses on, no less.”

The two of you share a laugh; Wonwoo’s embrace making you feel more at ease.

“Can I help you de-stress a little, sweetheart?”

You stare at the opposite wall, nodding gently as Wonwoo’s hand leaves the hem of your shirt in favour of the waistband of your shorts.

“Just want you to feel good,” he whispers. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard, baby.”

He teases you softly; fingertips ghosting across your skin as you shiver. “Ah, Wonwoo…”

“You worked extra hard today too, didn’t you? I’m so proud of you for what you accomplished today.”

Your body heats up at his praise and you can’t deny that his deep, soft voice sends thrums of arousal pouring over your body just as he dips his hand into your lounge shorts. He touches you over your panties - fingertips ghosting against your mound as you moan his name shakily in return.

“I know your new idea is going to be great, baby. I believe in you.”

Soft whines threaten to spill as Wonwoo strokes you over your panties - slowly working you up as you find yourself trying to grind against his hand. “Y-yeah… ‘m p-pretty sure ‘Hao’s already working on it…”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as Wonwoo continues to stroke you gently; making no efforts to rush or add pressure to his feather-light touches.

A disappointed noise falls from your lips when he starts to pull his hand out of your shorts but it quickly turns into a content sigh when he starts teasing your chest instead.

“Mm, so soft…” Muttering against your shoulder, his eyes stare off into the dark room as he massages your body. “And all mine~”

You hum in response, “We should go on a date sometime…”

“You want to? We can go this weekend. After you’ve redone some of your project. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a job well done.”

You giggle softly; images of a wedding day’s Wonwoo dancing in your mind after the conversation you’d had with Minghao earlier. “I’d like that. We should do something for the whole day.”

“Whatever you’d like, baby.”

Wonwoo’s hand flits down your body again - snaking into your shorts and, this time, into your panties as you whine. “Do you wanna cum or go back to sleep, hmm?” 

You ponder it for a second as the drowsiness equates the urge to cum on his fingers. 

“Both? I wanna cum and then sleep a little more... If that’s okay?” 

Wonwoo hums in agreement as his fingertips drag through your folds - collecting the wetness on them before he teases your soaked hole. “Only a little teasing gets you this wet, hmm? So cute.” 

“Ah, f-feels good when you go slow t-too...” 

He stores that away in his head for later; chuckling against your shoulder as he slowly starts to dip his middle finger into your cunt. 

You feel warm and content when he starts a slow pace - thumb on your clit rubbing soft, slow circles while he pumps his finger into you. 

“O-oh, Wonwoo...” 

“You’re always good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.” 

“Ah, Wonwoo...”

“You can cum whenever you want. You deserve it.” 

He adds his index finger - thrusting both fingers into you as you mewl and arch away from his warm chest. Your toes curl and your thighs clamp and trap his hand between your legs as you start to grind down onto his nimble fingers.

“...W--Wonwoo...” 

“That’s right, baby. Call my name, let me hear your pretty voice when your cumming for me.” 

You turn your head - cries muffled into his pillow because despite his slower than usual pace, you find yourself already on the brink of cumming with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit. 

“Mmh... Ah... Feels s-so warm... and g-good...” You mutter, eyes blinking drowsily. “Gonna c-cum...” 

He doesn’t say anything in return as he focuses on you and your pleasure; fingers scissoring and curling right into your g-spot as you clamp down onto them in a vice grip. 

Wonwoo knows when you’re about to cum when he feels your hand coming down on his forearm, holding onto him for dear life when your orgasm still hits you just as hard. 

“Ngh, Wo---Wonwoo!” 

Your walls flutter around his fingers and make it harder for him to thrust them in and out with how tight you get. 

“That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby~” 

His deep voice makes you whine - nails digging into his arm and body trembling as the pleasure steadily washes over you. 

“Ah, bet your face is so pretty right now too~” 

“Mmh, s-stop...” Your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment from his constant praise but you can’t deny the way it goes straight to your core and only prolongs your orgasm. 

“Don’t be so shy, baby. It’s only you and me here.” 

Wonwoo leans away slightly to kiss the crown of your head - still working you through your orgasm as you sigh contentedly in his arms. 

Various thoughts run through his head in the moment, but the one that sits at the forefront of his mind is definitely how to make sure he kept treating you right. 

Starting with your date that he would spend time meticulously planning.

‘Ah, I should ask Mingyu for some advice.’ 

#wonwoo smut #wonwoo fluff #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen fluff #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #wonwoo fic #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #uimy_meltwonu

[river-bottom-nightmare]

zatanna said the word anchor point, and that's where she lost dick. anchor points and multiversal constants and universal stability. galaxies shattering into pieces behind his eyelids before swirling together tighter and more whole, before dick would inevitably wake, the lights from that goddamn recurring dream still flashing in his mind.

constantine was looking at him with sympathy, pity. dick wanted to wipe that look off his face with bleach. with acid. he normally wouldn't consider fighting john constantine, since he's always been able to sense the sheer power bubbling under the man's drunken and sloppy exterior. though, apparently, that ability to sense was what could possibly give him the edge in the fight he was imagining, but would never happen.

there were only a few people in the room, but someone would rip him off the man. maybe clark, whose features were painted with worry and concern. that, and the lights from the galaxies outside the watchtower windows, the eternity of the galaxy covering the entire room in a gentle wash that dick had been able to ignore for all of his life, excluding the past couple of hours. maybe diana, who was starting to look at dick with a bit of fear. not of him, but for him, and for everybody else. dick couldn't blame her. she had more than enough experience with powerful men who made themselves god. the only difference was that dick would rather let himself burn up from the flame that was inside of him before becoming whatever they said he was.

it's not about becoming, raven whispered in his mind. her presence was gentle, familiar. it took a certain length of self control for dick not to latch onto her, about the length of rope needed to make a noose. you already are. there are no new powers or abilities or anything that will happen to you. you always were a nexus being, and you always will be. it's just a part of you.

"just a part of him." just a part of him? like how wally's slowly failing heart had just been a part of him? or how jason's pit-induced fits of rage were just a part of him? or how cass' assassin training she fell back on no matter how hard she tried to override it was just a part of her?

bruce hadn't said anything. actually, zatanna had stopped talking, not that dick had been fully listening in the first place, and everyone was lost in their own quiet thoughts. but bruce's silence had been the most stomach-churning, the most horrific.

dick knew bruce didn't like metas. knew it because of the sighs he used to make due to the league's foolishness back when dick was robin, running a hand through dick's ruffled hair and telling him he was so glad you're not like them, dick, they're exhausting. he knew it because of bruce's fury every time someone powerful fought in gotham and destroyed the city, rubble on the ground as they went off, completely unconcerned of the damage they left behind. he knew it because of the extensive files in the batcomputer detailing each league-affiliated and known meta's weakness, or how their strength could be flipped like a playing card, until dick was almost convinced being a meta made one weaker. (according to bruce, it did.)

bruce didn't like metas. and dick wasn't a meta, but no one knew what he was anyway. no one but the magic users, whose vague explanations told them they weren't really sure what he was either.

"you're connected to the universe, dick," zatanna sighed. "the multiverse comes together in you. and as much as i don't like it, we need you."

all eyes were on him. dick was looking at his feet, but he could still feel them. that was one of his new "powers," right? knowledge of the multiverse? a gross misuse and bitter accusation, dick knew. but he couldn't get the fear out of his mind, and fear left unchecked grew fuzzy with mold until it disintegrated into anger.

"you need me?" dick said hoarsely. "the multiverse, what, comes together in me? you do realize what utter bullshit that sounds like?"

"i know it don't seem all that good, but trust me," constantine said. "it's a thing. it's real. you are one."

"you said these people are supposed to be beings of power," dick argued back. "so why aren't you a nexus being? or raven? or fucking ra's al ghul. i'm sure as hell not a being of power. i'm human."

"i suppose that's exactly what makes you one," diana murmured. "i have met many powerful men in my life. i've found the ones that i respected the most were the ones that were most in touch with their humanity."

this was crazy. this was crazy. dick felt like the particles that came together to make him were blowing away in confusion until he was one big cloud of unrecognizable light, before he was scattered in every direction. how the hell was he supposed to be one of the things that kept the universe together when he couldn't even keep his own damn self together?

avoiding bruce wasn't working. dick just felt like he was about to fray at the edges. so, gathering up his courage, dick turned to face the man and quietly, in a voice more delicate than china, said, "b?"

batman didn't look at him. batman didn't even look up. but batman did speak.

"alternate universe superman. he called you the multiversal constant. the one thing he could depend on."

out of the corner of his eye, dick could see clark nodding a little.

bruce continued. "you named yourself after a mythological figure who was known as the catalyst of change. or the great rebuilder. and kryptonians we've met have said how well you embody the role."

"it's...it's just a name, bruce."

"you, of all people, know it's not," clark said.

"so what am i supposed to do, huh?" dick whirled around. "fight this battle zee's recruiting me for that's entirely above my skill level. become some sort of, what did you say, universal anchor? i don't know the first thing about this shit, and i don't know what it'll do to me!"

"you're scared," bruce said, always willing to cut right to the chase with everyone but himself.

dick didn't answer.

"raven, establish a mental link between me and nightwing."

raven nodded, then with a flutter of her hands, dick felt a presence inside his head. it scared him to realize how easily he accepted it, how easily he had always accepted it. he never understood how unusual that was until now.

of course i'm scared, dick whispered into the mind link. i've gone my entire life knowing exactly who i was, what i could do, what i strive to be. and in the span of one day, that's all gone.

then what do you plan to do about it? bruce asked.

he said it so simply, so easily. like discovering something this monumental about himself was just another tricky case or difficult puzzle to solve. dick would have an easier time plucking each and every star in the galaxy and making a mosiac out of them.

raven's hood was lowered, but dick could still feel her eyes on him. constantine's features were still dripping in pity, zee looked imploring. diana was looking at him with hesitating acceptance, bruce was unreadable as always.

but clark. clark was looking at him with steady eyes and and a kind smile. he looked knowing, quietly vindicated. it was as if he'd known there was something...off about dick. something two hopscotches and a backbend away from "special," but close enough. something that had led to clark giving dick a piece of his people's legacy, and trusting him to fulfill it to the best of his ability.

clark wasn't scared of him at all. but clark couldn't make up for bruce.

"will you help?" zatanna asked.

everything inside dick was itching to say yes. jumping at the chance to help his friends, aching to be useful. it was a response he'd carefully cultivated years ago, and pushing it down was an almost physical ache.

but the stardust behind his eyes wasn't so easily forgotten. the hook behind his navel that seemed to drag him into the fabric of a universe that dick couldn't comprehend still dug into him. the world was spinning and the stars were turning and the earth was tumbling over itself, all of them in an effort to stop their twisting and turning and to right themselves once and for all. but dick wasn't moving. dick was completely, utterly still.

"i don't know," he said.

Dick Grayson Anniversary Week ‘21, Day 6: Universal Constant

"i don't know," the author says, because she truly has no idea what the fuck she just wrote. i started imagining nexus dick grayson and this just spilled out onto the page. it makes absolutely no sense, but there are some nice sentences in there that i don't want to get rid of, so hopefully yall can somewhat make sense of this ramen soup of a fic.

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