#in the meantime funny jokes to hold you over

[cishetlou]

new interest but im struggling to draw both of them

#dead plate #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #dead plate rodent #WHY is rody so hard to draw 💔 #and i promise real art is on the way #in the meantime funny jokes to hold you over

[starlostseungmin]

husband!chan

✰ notes: the second entry of husband!skz series!! this is just for the meantime since my brain is still not ready to write a lot. i hope you guys enjoy!! not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

（ chan ） lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

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Husband Chan who got down on one knee and asked, “Will you marry me?” on a private beach—just the two of you—because it was his ideal proposal and you gladly said yes. 

Husband Chan who took you to (name of country) for your honeymoon. 

Husband Chan who would take you to Sydney for a vacation and meet his family. 

Husband Chan who suggested to make Berry as your child while you were still thinking about having literal kids. It doesn’t matter how long, he only needs you and Berry to make him happy.

Husband Chan who has seven children to feed and declare you as his wife. 

Husband Chan who puts you first before everything. 

Husband Chan who loves to send pictures with the caption “For your eyes only,” and giggles to himself while reading your replies saying how much he looks cute or handsomeーhe can imagine your reactions. 

Husband Chan who loves movie nights and lets you decide which one you’d be watching so you better wear the most comfortable clothes and prepare a bucket of popcorn. 

Husband Chan who cooks you a lot of food and loves spoon-feeding you because you are his precious baby. 

Husband Chan who pretends he doesn’t know about you stealing his hoodies. He doesn’t mind and gets all giddy when you wear them since they look cute on you. “I’m not giving them back,” You said. “What’s mine is yours, baby,” He smiled. 

Husband Chan who invites you out on a dinner date on a casual weekend because he knows you would enjoy it. After dinner you would stroll around the city, holding hands. 

Husband Chan who carries you to your shared bed when he finds you sleeping on the couch while waiting for him to come home from work. 

Husband Chan who writes love songs about you and gets teased by Han and Changbin. 

Husband Chan who gives you the silent treatment but can’t put up with it for hours so he just pretends nothing happened and cuddles you. 

Husband Chan who knows what exactly you want when you’re upset and would gladly take you in his arms. He never leaves your side unless you want some space but you can’t be away from him for too long. 

Husband Chan who scolds you when you are not resting enough when he’s out there overworking himself. You decided that both of you should take a few days off which he willingly agreed to so he can spend more time with you. 

Husband Chan who lets himself be vulnerable when he’s with you because you’re the only one with whom he could let it all out. 

Husband Chan who loves to spoil you with hugs whenever you need them. 

Husband Chan who listens and understands whatever situation and dilemmas you have without any judgments rather he reassures you that everything will be okay. He gives you his full support for your decisions. 

Husband Chan who knows everyone in the industry so he knows a lot of controversies. He would share them with you on a random Sunday to gossip and giggle. 

Husband Chan who loves to make dad jokes and relays pick-up lines just to make you laugh. He gets embarrassed when it’s not funny so he hides in the bathroom until you get over it.

Husband Chan whose love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of service. 

Husband Chan who has the most precious smile and laughs adorably makes your heart leap. 

Husband Chan whom you love the most in the world and will not let anything hurt him. 

Husband Chan whom you want to spend the rest of your life with, forever and always. 

Husband Chan who will never leave, never lets you go, and never allow you to divorce him because there’s no reason to begin with. He loves you, you love him, same story. 

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[archive-of-alexandria]

Grease Paint (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing on Tumblr in over 10 years, but I am so down bad for this man that I can't help myself. I'm working on drafting my Moulin Rouge! x Buggy long-form fic, and this was just something I scribbled out in the meantime. This is pure Buggy x Reader fluff, so I hope you enjoy!

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For once in his life, the ever-flashy clown pirate has nothing funny to say.

Your thumb gently ran along Buggy’s cheek to correct your lines, and the genius jester felt the greasepaint being very obviously replaced by his own maddening blush. Your tongue pokes out in concentration, and he fights the urge to grab it between his fingers – haHA! Cat got your tongue! – and spoil the mood with a poorly concocted joke. 

Buggy blinks.

….Mood? Who said anything about a mood?

A blush begins to bloom under his collar. Buggy had, in fact, been planning a way to weasel his way into your heart for months - and it seems as if you'd fallen right into his brilliantly scripted scene....so how come he can't remember any of his lines?

You continue working, and Buggy’s usually frantic mind suddenly falls deafeningly silent. Instead, the captain seems to fall into a sort of trance – focusing the entirety of his attention on memorizing your face. He observes every freckle and crease, wishing to commit it to memory. This was the first time -the only time - he’d ever been this close to someone in this…domestic…way, holding his breath out of fear that the illusion of contented bliss would shatter. 

Buggy swallows.

He had planned for this, written out every charming and witty line he could think of.

Your eyes catch hold of his through the fan of your eyelashes. Now it was time for your ears to turn pink.

“You’re staring,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and Buggy practically melts as your eyes soften, “Something on my face?” As if on cue, a strand of hair falls in front of your eyes.

God.

He clears his throat, a soft chuckle rippling off his lips, “Well, now there is,” he muses, “Talk about a paid actor.”

You reach to push the hair from your eyes at the same time as he does, fingers awkwardly colliding as soft chuckles and mumbled apologies spill from both of your lips. Still, your eyes hold one another. 

You give way to allow Buggy to proceed, whose deft fingers trace along your forehead and behind your ear. Buggy feels electricity shoot through his hands at the feeling of his touch against you, swallowing as he allows his knuckle to caress your cheek. When you seem to lean into his touch, however, he panics.

It would seem he failed to write that into the script.

Buggy barks out a laugh, gently nudging your face and making a pop! noise with his lips to try and swim back to shore before he’s too far gone. You grab hold of Buggy’s lipstick, the last bit of his flashy facepaint to be applied. 

"And, for the finishing touch," You hum, taking his chin in your hands as you lean forward with his lipstick in hand.

Buggy's heart hammers against his chest as he feels your breath against his lips, the blood rushing to his ears in the same fashion as one hanging from a highwire.

At this moment, he indeed feels as if he is on the trapeze - delicately balancing with the hopes of making it through without a fumble.

“Doh–!” A chuckle passes through your lips, closing your eyes tight at the sight of Buggy’s comically crimson mouth. In the months that you’ve been a part of Buggy’s crew, you've never seen his makeup so fresh…and the sight was actually rather startling. It was as if the captain was in bad 3D, sponsored by technicolor, painted in by the most potent Crayola markers known to man. Buggy’s whole face looks crimson, but perhaps it's just a reflection of the brutal lipstick…

Buggy’s lips, like two bright cherries, suddenly form a pout at the sound of your laughter. His heart sinks, mind immediately skipping to the worst possible conclusion: You agreed to do his makeup not because you might care for him, but rather this was your chance to humiliate him. Buggy could feel his heart clench in his chest, and his delicate balancing act was about to turn into a dive routine.

“What?” He manages to quirk his lips into a strained smile, “You didn’t make me look like a clown, did ya-? Hrumph-!” His attempt at salvaging his pride is derailed by your thumbs pressing to his lips, your giggles giving way to a radiant smile. Little did he know that your fingers against his lips were just as much an attempt to quiet him as they were an excuse to touch Buggy.

“This color is so much more red than usual,” You say, your face growing warm, “What did I do wrong?” 

A blink. Moments pass as Buggy stares at you with saucer eyes before his hands fasten themselves to your wrists with a gentle tug. Had you realized that your fingers were still attached to his lips? 

“If you must know,” he gulped, “I have a top secret makeup technique.”

“Oh?” You feign surprise, leaning closer to your captain. A smirk twists into your lips. “Top secret, eh? Even from me?”

You bat your eyelashes, emboldened by your captain’s sheepish expression, and Buggy mutters a curse under his breath. 

Oh, fucking fucking fucker fuck.

Buggy’s voice lowers and his grip on your wrists tighten, the creak of the supple leather breaking the silence. “Especially from you.” A blink passes with the realization that Buggy wasn’t cracking a joke or being wise. He genuinely seemed…embarrassed. You’re not deterred yet, and instead, he finds you leaning in closer as your legs involuntarily squeeze together – Just imagine what those gloves would feel like in your –

You’re nearly nose to nose with the dread pirate as the air settles thick. For months you and Buggy have fallen into the old routine of cat and mouse, always teetering on the precipice of…something. The way Buggy allows his eyes to follow you during your routine without shame and latches on to your figure like a predator observing his prey is undeniable. He relishes in watching your body twist and writhe on the acrobat hoop, and you'll admit that all of your special tricks are, indeed, for him. You live for the moments he would stalk up behind you after a performance during the roaring applause when no one would be able to hear his voice - low and thick - praise you with lips ghosting your ear: “What a good girl you are, hm? Making your captain proud.” 

Your eyes fall to Buggy’s lips.

“Show me,” you swallow thickly, brushing your nose against his, “Show me your special technique.” 

Buggy’s eyes flicker elsewhere – anywhere – from your gaze before deciding upon your own lips. His grip falters, his body erupting into flame as his eyelids flutter. 

This was it: the climax of the show he has been planning and rewriting in his dreamworld for months. Buggy's flashy showmanship, however, deflates. Your hands are suddenly dropped from Buggy’s grip as he pulls back, redirecting his gaze to his now unoccupied hands. As he begins to peel off his gloves, the silence shifts into something unsettled. The fizzing tension between the two of you seems to thicken.

Meanwhile, Buggy is desperately trying to suppress an impending, raging hard-on. He already feels humiliated enough at the fact that you're laughing in his face, and now...

Cabaji had made fun of Buggy for weeks after discovering the wanted poster smeared in crimson red grease paint in Buggy’s quarters, your face barely visible beneath layers and layers of kiss marks. Buggy initially tried to cover it up, claiming it wasn’t intentional and he just needed something to “blot and perfect” his signature look with at call time. However, the sheer amount of kisses scattered across the page betrays him. There is no denying that Buggy was completely smitten with you. And here you are, practically begging him to kiss you. The set-up, the lead-in, the wind-up to the punchline…It is the perfect joke, all at his expense.

At least Cabaji hadn’t found the other copy of your wanted poster, crinkled and smeared thick with Buggy’s–

“Bugs?” Your hand on his thigh pulls the captain out of his thoughts, eyes darting up to meet yours with an unmistakable look of guilt as he tries to wipe away the memories of his moans and your wanted poster slick with his– “Are you okay?”

The clown clears his throat, finding the willpower to bring his fist before his face with a flourish as his humorless eyes settle on yours in an attempt to save face.

“For your viewing pleasure,” he forces a smile, “The technique!”

Without another word, Buggy begins to rub his lips back and forth vigorously against the top of his hand in order to remove the excess pigment. 

Fuckingfuckinghellthisissostupidthey’regoingtofuckinghatemewhatamIevendoing–

His brilliant demonstration is put on pause as you take hold of his wrist, his gaze snapping up to meet yours. A sheepish grin attempts to cross his lips, but it falters. His eyes fall to the floor.

He looks ashamed.

“For once,” Buggy’s voice is hoarse as he huffs out a laugh, “I don’t have anything funny to say.”

A beat. 

The intimacy of the moment is almost too much to bear, and your skin pricks with nerves.

“Buggy…” you breathe.

Your fingers find his face once again, tenderly wrapping around his chin. Buggy squeezes his eyes shut as you guide his face up to you. He refuses to see the expression in your eyes as you stomp on his glass heart. Suddenly you're cradling his head in both of your hands, “Buggy,” you mused, “I have a better technique to share with you.” 

Your noses bump against one another.

A choking noise passes through Buggy’s lips, and in a moment of sheer desperation for tenderness he whispers, “Please.” 

Your lips finally meet Buggy’s, and the awkward feeling of your body being too far away is overcorrected by the desperate captain. Buggy follows your lips with his body like a man possessed, knees knocking with yours as his arms swallow you whole. His hands find purchase wherever they can, trying to quickly grasp any and all of you as if you'd disappear. It's awkward, teeth knocking against teeth with the expertise of someone never before kissed, and you can't help the smile that comes to your lips.

You break away and Buggy’s breathing hitches, eyes still closed and hands gripping you so tightly you know you’ll have bruises.

You don’t mind, though. Quite the opposite. 

You can always cover them up with a little bit of grease paint.

#buggy x reader #buggy fluff #buggy the clown #buggy imagine #opla buggy #i am so down bad #go burpy! #one piece #one piece imagine

[fcthots]

god… corruption kink with jason. he wants to be the one fucking you and making you make obscene noises. especially if reader is like really kind or sweet or something. he wants that all to himself and he wants to fuck you good.

especially if he’s really good friends with reader and you mention you’re a virgin. hed be thinking about that all night. he feels so bad about it— a guy like him shouldn’t want to ruin a pretty, innocent girl like you— but you’d look so pretty taking his cock.

-🧸

(ps. love the blog!! keep up the good work)

I can also make you a standalone w this premise if you’d prefer that

But in the meantime: ADDIND THE TO THE TATTOOARTIST!JASON UNIVERSE!!!! Part one here!

After that first time Jason met you, you two were inseparable. You could now just freely walk into Wayne Manor without anyone questioning it. The longest you two have gone without hanging out is 5 days over the past many months. That was a tough week. You have a drawer at his place (and it becomes a running joke) from the amount of times you have fallen asleep on his couch, but he always picks you up and puts you on his bed. It started one night when Jason had a nightmare and you cuddled him out of his panic and back to sleep. Since then, you just share the bed.

And it is killing Jason. He fell in love with you from the first day he met you, and you’re just so sweet. You hold his hand in public, even if you aren’t dating (don’t get him started on the press). You let him nap on you all the time. You massage his sore shoulders. You let him vent about his job when he has a bad client. He wants to be with you so bad, it’s killing him.

But Jason would do anything for you, including wait for you. He can wait. He will wait. He can do this.

You’re sitting on his couch, laying with your back against his chest. He has one arm over your torso and the other hand running through your hair. The TV is playing your favorite shitty sit-com, and Jason finds it so weirdly attractive that you’ve seen it a thousand times, but still laugh at all the dumb jokes. Sue him, it’s endearing. He isn’t much paying attention to the show, though; he’s too focused on you.

He zones back in when he hears the TV say the words “the first time is always the worst time” out of context. He can’t help himself, it’s funny. He thinks his joke is hilarious.

He smiles. “False. I’ve had much worse times than my first time.” He feels your laughter on his bare chest. A beat of silence. “What about you? Was your first the worst?” He figures you’ll agree, that’s probably why you didn’t respond: your first must have sucked.

“Actually I’m a virgin.” Jason really hopes you don’t hear or feel his heart beating against your head.

“Ok well what about a hand job?” Maybe that wasn’t the most platonic thing to ask, but fuck, Jason was really wanting to know how wide eyed you would be if he gave you a hand job. He could slip his hand into your waistband right now and-

You laugh. “That’s what she said. But, no, no one’s touched me but myself.” He sees your face go red.

His brain stops. “Nothin wrong that.” He wants to be your first. He wants it so bad. It’s all he can think about. He wants you sitting all pretty on his cock. Fuck.

He can’t stop his imagination. He’ll make your first the best you’ll ever have. But you’re so innocent and he really shouldn’t think about his friend this way… but fuck you’d look perfect taking his cock. You’d whine at the way it felt, all stretched out for the first time, and you’d ask him to hold your hand. He’d praise you all the way through, making sure to tell you how good you are for him, how good you feel. He’d make you feel so good, you’d be babbling nothing but nonsense and maybe his name. He’d watch all the thoughts disappear from your eyes as he made you feel so fucking good. He can’t get the image out of his head, of you whining for him as you take his cock.

He makes up some flimsy excuse about going to the bathroom before you can feel him hardening into your back. He gets up, goes to the bathroom and splashes water onto his face.

Fuck.

You’re so innocent and that shouldn’t turn him on more but his breathing is getting heavier. And he shouldn’t think about you, his friend, that way. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be turned on and thinking about fucking his closest friend. But how would you react? What little noises would you make when he touched your virgin clit? Would you moan as his fingers worked you open, so much longer, bigger than your own.

Fuck.

Part 3

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[auspicioustidings]

Hi!! So I absolutely love your little fanfic ‘Kiss In Payment’ it’s the most darling thing ever!

I don’t know if your taking suggestions, but I had the cutest idea for a continuation prompt!

Maybe one of the characters like Kate Lasswell or maybe John Price gets the reader some candy or sweets and makes sure to gift it to them in front of the others characters, and the reader is just soo happy and bubbly because they haven’t been gifted sweets for awhile!

And then maybe it becomes a cute little competition where the characters keep giving the reader new sweets and the reader is just so happy to accept all of them!

And you know continue to give them sweet and shy little kisses to the characters, I think it would be so funny if the characters get all blushy and flustered yet so prideful when the reader accepts their gifts and gives them kisses!

Idk I just had the random idea and I thought you would do the most amazing job to write it! 💕🌟

You are adorable birdie and I can only hope I have done this idea justice! This had not been proof read at all, sorry 🫠

Art of Warfare

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It was really a declaration of all out war. Absolute provocation is what it was, unjustifiable, would make the Geneva Convention cry.

“I didn't even know they did these anymore John!” you cried in absolute delight at the little ton of lemon drops that Price had just put on the counter for you.

They were so nostalgic, you remembered growing up there was always a tin in the front of the car. God you hadn't seen one of these tins since you were a kid. You had mentioned them in passing weeks ago, for him to have not only remembered but hunted them down for you? If you weren't already fairly certain you were in love with this man then the final nail was really in the coffin now.

You couldn't hold in your gratitude, launching yourself into his arms, your own looping around his neck and he spun you around with a laugh. His hat got knocked off by the force but he didn't really mind, he was too busy trying to fight the ferocious blush trying to glow on the tops of his cheeks.

“They're only lemon drops luv, I'll get you a hundred more tins if you want them” he said as he stopped spinning you and let you down to rest your tiptoes on his feet, his arms holding your waist.

Your brain was turning to a puddle this close to him and you tucked your face into his shoulder, hoping that if you weren't looking at him it might make things easier. Only now you could smell him, that deep cigar smoke mixed with a woody cologne that was just so perfectly John Price.

He knew that he couldn't keep you here forever with your breath so close to his throat and your body pressed to his without it having noticeable effect on him, but he took what he could get in the meantime, rubbing his jaw against your head and shooting a mean spirited grin of victory over to the others.

Well if that is how he wanted to play it he wouldn't be able to complain when his team proved just how well he had taught them the art of warfare.

-

Soap was prepared, he had a mission and he was going to execute. He had not considered the presence of a filthy traitor in his midst. This was beyond what was tolerable, this was such a bitter betrayal that he thought he may never trust again.

“I knew you would love them mi corazon, I wonder what you think would work for payment.”

You laughed and put down the box of chilli covered mango slices that you were incredibly excited to try so you could press a shy peck to his lips. It was still nerve wracking every time you worked up the courage to kiss someone but you tried your hardest not to immediately look away, instead just smiling sweetly up at him.

Rudy was absolute toast. He could not keep it together at all with you looking at him like that right after kissing him. He had mostly been joking, too used to Los Vaqueros where they would have laughed and repaid him by spear tackling him and wrestling him on the ground if he had made a comment like that.

Soap was livid and hoped Rudy simply melted into the ground so he could cover him in paper towels and then throw those paper towels into the sea. The man was only here because Soap had asked him for Mexican candy with the express intention that he would be the one to give it to you. And Rudy had went and stabbed him right in the back so he could get a sweet little kiss from you.

He didn't even deserve it either! If Soap had been the one on the receiving end he'd have played with you like he was so sure you would like, licked at your lips until you let him inside. It got him flustered just thinking about how cute and flustered you would be about it.

In the end you went off about your day and him and Rudy were stuck there locked in place for the next the minutes trying to calm down.

"She is a good kisser hermano."

"Away an' biel yer heid."

-

Ghost did not hate Johnny, he could never really hate Johnny. But if he didn't finish the job next time he was going to find Ghost an unforgiving Lieutenant.

He bristled watching Philip bloody Graves of all people explaining the different types of pralines in the stupid little box you were looking at with such glee. He should have known it wouldn't be long until he would come sniffing back around after he had met you the first time. That big Austrian has been useless at pretending to be your boyfriend to warn him off, man was too flustered for it to ever seem real.

It should have been him. If they had let Ghost “fake” date you then he could guarantee Graves would not be smiling at you the way he was doing. He would not have shown up in what Ghost could tell was probably his nicest jeans and shirt to try and charm you with his stupid “lil darlin’”s.

“Better watch sweetheart, don't want to contaminate your counter with any peanuts.”

You turned to see Simon and then panicked a little, thinking he was absolutely right. You'd need to stash these away in your living space immediately and not have them around the kitchen at all. They were properly boxed up but to be safe you'd need to deep clean.

Graves could only glower at how you immediately went into kitchen hygiene mode, thanking him politely in a rush before clearing away his gift to another room. Was it so terrible of him to want one soft little thing for himself?

“Ghost.”

“Graves.”

Neither budged, the attention of the whole shop firmly on the silent showdown between these two men as they glared daggers at one another, only to snap immediately into fondness when you returned before you could see their animosity.

“I'm really excited to try them later! Simon did you want tea?”

Ah screw it, he couldn't really help himself. Graves watched with no end of jealously and the rest of the shop watched with no end of fond amusement as Simon pulled you in and kissed you hard and fast, leaving you absolutely spinning with the explosion of butterflies in your stomach.

You only barely managed not to faint, going bright red and mumbling about getting his tea right away before stumbling your way to the kitchen.

“Ghost, that was not nice.”

“But it was satisfying.”

–

Honestly Farah could not believe how brainless her silly boys got from such simple affection from you. At least she was sort of keeping it together, but Alex and Gaz were just gone.

Kyle had filled them in when they had come to visit, told them all about the silent little war happening since Price had gotten you those lemon drops. She had been the one to propose they work as a team on this. Unlike Soap and Rudy, they could share.

Alex and Kyle had wanted to go for some expensive box of something, Farah knew better. You didn't actually care what you were being given, it was the fact that they were thinking of you that made you smile. So even though it was just a packet of werther's originals, you had been delighted. You treated it in the same level as you and when Keegan had brought you some handmade chocolate from the States (and swiftly denied to anyone that he had given you a gift at all), when Gromsko bought one of pretty much every Polish candy on the market it seemed like, when Calisto had travelled straight from Paris to give you macarons straight from her favourite bakery (Farah had to keep an eye on that one, she was sly as anything when it came to you).

She had moved out of the way to let you through yourself into a hug with the boys first, one arm over each of them. When you pressed your lips to Gaz's cheek, and then Alex's? Oh they were gone, totally turned to goo and gripping at each other to try and not let the cuteness aggression take over lest they attack you.

That was the plan after all, meant when you turned to thank Farah she not only had a captive audience, but they were helpless to do anything but watch as she turned her head to accept her kiss on the lips.

Farah really never met a war she wasn't determined to win.

–

It took the whole weekend and a boatload of help from the book club and (surprisingly) the D&D group, but you could not wait to give all your homemade little treats out. Maybe you'd earn some kisses of your own.

#mhairianswers #mhairiwrites #mhairidrabblesteashop #cod x reader #fluff

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look you brought this onto yourself with that ask you sent me lmao

smutty drabble feat. keigo pretty please? if you're not comfortable writing keigo, that's cool, i'd be happy with anyone you pick.

(except endeavor. fuck endeavor.)

So, you want to fuck endeavor? I'm kidding. The man is an asshat. Um, I want to write so badly for you a little something about Hawks. But I only know of him through posts on here and internet research. I'm just at the part on MHA where Midoriya and Todoroki went up against each other to weed out the crowd. So I don't know anything of Keigo's character =(.

I will however, come back to this when I have learned more about him. In the meantime, here's this. Hope it will hold you over! Thank you for your ask!!

*aged up characters 18+*

A BRIEF BATTLE OF THE SEX

Midoriya gave you a spare key today. He wanted to take that next step in the relationship.

"My home will be your home now. Whenever you want, ok, sweetie?" He said as you peppered kisses all over his face.

You were so excited for this.

So excited in fact, that you were sneaking in after midnight. You wanted to surprise him with a little treat.

A little sexy treat.

You slowly open the door, careful not to make any noise. You tiptoe to his bedroom.

You enter, closing the door behind you. You smile as you see him lying in bed. His hair was in a state of disarray. His lips slightly parted as he breathed through his mouth. Deep, slow breaths.

It occurred to you that maybe you should just crawl into bed with him and hold him. But he just looked too good there with the sheets draped over his body, covering only up to his waist.

You pull the covers off his body, revealing his boxers. You lean over him and lick your lips. You take hold of his dick through the fabric of his underwear and gently squeeze it.

Midoriya stirs, but he doesn't wake up. You continue to stroke him.

"Mmm.." he shifts a little and moans quietly.

You pull down his boxers and take his dick in your hand. It was already hard. You smile to yourself. He must be dreaming about something good. You take him in your mouth and start to suck.

"Mmmm.." he groans as he slowly wakes up. He runs his hand through your hair as he pushes you further down his length.

You moan as his cock hits the back of your throat. He starts to thrust his hips upward, forcing you to take more of him.

"Good girl." He says softly. "Fuck, you're so good at this."

You feel his fingers tighten their grip on your hair. He starts to fuck your mouth harder.

"Ohhhh....fuck yes.." he groans.

You pull back and look up at him. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back in pleasure. He looks so sexy right now.

You stroke him faster with your hand as you take one of his balls in your mouth. You gently suck on it, making him moan loudly.

"FUCK! YES! SUCK ON MY BAH - HALLS!" he yells.

You do as you're told. You take the other one in your mouth and suck on it hard.

"FUCK! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!" he shouts.

You feel his body tense up. He grabs you by the hair and pushes your face down on his dick. He thrusts hard into your mouth as he cums, shooting his load down your throat.

You swallow it all.

"Holy shit.." he breathes. "That was ... Jesus, Uraraka."

You look up at him and smile but then you realize what he just said.

"The fuck?" You ask, as you start to hit him with an open hand.

"I'm kidding!! I'm kidding!!" He laughs as he pulls you up and kisses you hard. "I know it's you, y/n. I'd know your mouth anywhere."

You relax and laugh a little at his shit joke. You know his heart (and cock) belong to only you.

"And anyway, she only comes by on Thursdays."

“Ok, you little shit …” You climb up onto his face and wait until you're about to cum and say "Oh, Kachaan, you know just how to get me off. Hoh, baby boy, fuck yes!"

Midoriya stops licking your clit and says "Wait ..."

You burst into laughter, falling off his face and onto the bed.

"Hey, THAT'S not funny!" He pouts.

"It was." You giggle and kiss him. "Now, please finish eating my pussy. I want to cum on your face."

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[nihilnat]

Your favorite song

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Summary: When Vecna’s curse affects you, someone who doesn’t consider himself as a hero outside of D&D comes to save you with his amazing guitar skills, playing your favorite song to save you from it.

Author’s Note: Heavily follows the plot and contains spoilers! If you haven’t watched S4 I wouldn’t recommend reading this fic. Maybe you could save it for later? The summary is for the entire series, not only for this chapter. I highly recommend you to check out the previous chapters! I try to follow the plot as strictly as possible but there are certain changes. Hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 3.9k

What to Expect: Reader x Eddie Munson, Dustin being Dustin, Getting to know more about reader’s trauma with her parents (verbally abusive elements take place so if it is triggering for you then don’t read the fic pls), Reader seeing visions just like Chrissy and Fred’s etc.

Spoilers below cut, you have been warned!

After Dustin said, ‘That’s what we’re gonna find out.’ he started to give a speech about bravery and courage. ‘Guys, I know this is going to be tough but we have to stand tall and overpower the supreme evil: Vecna. We just have to make plans and act accordingly if we want to learn more information and conquer his throne… SO WHO’S WITH ME?’

No sound. You were all looking at each other, trying to calculate your chances of winning this war. In the meantime, Dustin was looking at all of you with wide eyes and open arms, waiting for someone to say something. You could see the expectancy in his eyes. As you were still looking around the room, he became more frustrated. He turned to Steve and said,

‘Steve, you’ve done this THOUSANDS of times. You saved our lives and risked yours over and over again. I’m asking you to do it one more time.’

‘...’ Steve was hesitant. He knitted his eyebrows.

‘AW C’MON MAN!’ Dustin shouted and wasted no time, turning to Eddie:

‘What about you, the almighty dungeon master?’

‘Dustin… you know I’m a wanted man, right?’ Eddie replied. Dustin was growing impatient.

‘Max?’ He asked to the girl next to him. 

‘Nope.’

Lastly, he turned to Robin. 

‘Robin, sweet Robin. I know I can always count on you… right?’ 

Robin was looking around the room, trying to act like she was clueless. When she heard her name coming from Dustin’s mouth, she turned to him and said ‘What? I’m sorry I wasn’t listening. 

Only then, Dustin snapped.

‘No guys COME ON. You’re joking right? You have GOT to be joking !’

After seeing his crazy movements and the way he was strolling furiously around the room, Max started to laugh, she wasn’t able to hold her composure anymore.  

Dustin turned to Max, not being able to comprehend anything. ‘What are you laughing at!?’ He said, his voice cracking in a funny way when he highered the pitch of his tone. Unable to stop laughing at how funny he looked, Max said ‘I’m sorry-’ and continued to laugh a little more.

Becoming more angry than ever, Dustin stopped his little stroll and walked in front of Max. He looked at her straight in the eye… then pulled a strand of her hair. He was acting like he was in a huge fight but it was more like a scene you would normally see in a comedy movie. When Max started to yelp in pain, Steve yelled ‘Hey HEY HEY!’ and stepped between the two of them. He pulled Dustin away from her but he was still trying to get a hold of her, squinting his eyes and mumbling some words under his breath while pouting. 

Steve grabbed his shoulders and steadied Dustin, telling ‘Henderson, HENDERSON STOP. We were just messing with you. Of course we will fight whatever this is, together. And I gotta save your ass a couple more times because you clearly can’t.’

‘Also, what the hell was that? Apologize from Max, dude. That wasn’t cool. Like, super not cool.’ Steve shook his head in disapproval, being overly dramatic the way he always did when it came to Dustin.

Dustin turned to Max, hands clasped together in front of his body. He was looking at the ground and he sighed, ‘I apologize Max.’ He was looking like a guilty little cat, with his tail between his legs. All of you were laughing at the view in front of you now.

‘Sorry Dustin, what was that? Couldn’t hear you.’ Max replied with a grin on her face. She already heard what he said but she was just enjoying the moment.

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You were now in Steve’s car with the others, except Eddie of course. After the little prank they did to Dustin, everybody thought That it was better to divide into two groups: Nancy and Robin were going to go to the local library to find more information while Max, Dustin and Steve were going to the school's guidance counselor in hopes of finding a reason to Chrissy's murder. 

While they were sorting out the groups, you asked ‘Hold on, so Nancy is going to help us too? That's awesome!’ You liked her and more importantly, Steve liked her. You knew he had a crush on her from the beginning and you always teased him about it. You were now doing the same thing, looking at Steve with a smug smirk on your face from the rearview mirror. When he heard the excitement in your voice and saw that silly little smirk on your face, he couldn't help but to put a smile on his face. Oh by the way, Dustin liked to tease him too, like a lot.

‘Steve loves Naancy, Steve loves Nancyyy…’

‘Okay shut up Henderson.’ He was already done with Dustin’s nagging. He hoped that Dustin would shut up but on the contrary, you listened to Dustin saying the same thing over and over again for the rest of your ride home. At least the ride wasn't that long. 

When Steve got closer to your house, he slowed down and asked: ‘You sure you don't want to come with us?’

‘I've got school work to do but I'll catch you guys later. Good luck!’

And after all the good goodbyes, they drove off and disappeared into the woods.

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The thing you said about school work was actually a lie. After the nightmare you saw last night, you wanted to be alone. You didn't want to go back to your house but you had nowhere else to go. So, you gathered all your courage and now you were standing in the front yard. All the memories you had in that house, the good and the bad came rushing into your head. But it wasn't like what you feared. It was more like a sweet, nostalgic feeling. 

As you opened the door and took a step in, you finally understood how much you have missed the place. Everything was perfectly in its place. There was even a little layer of dust covering the surfaces of the objects you had laying around in your house. You quickly climbed up the stairs, rushing to get inside your bedroom. 

When you opened the door of your bedroom, you felt this big wave of nostalgia hit you like never before. Your favorite stuffed animal was right next to your big, fluffy pillows and after the night you stayed in the shack with Eddie, you definitely needed a comfortable bed to sleep on. It was getting dark and at that moment, all you ever wanted was to sleep in your bed, surrounded by the feeling of familiarity. 

You immediately switched on the lights, opened your wardrobe and grabbed a pair of pajamas. You then closed the curtains and started to change; you sat on your bed and untied the lace of your shoes. While you were trying to get rid of your shoes quickly, you heard a voice calling your name. 

It was a low-pitched man's voice and it almost sounded like a grunt. ‘(Y/N)’ he said. Hearing the tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine. As your mind started to wander whose voice could that be, the deep voice called out your name once again. It sounded like it was coming from downstairs. So you slowly put down the pair of shoes you had in your hands, got up from the bed and without hurrying, you made your way to the door of your bedroom. You reached for the handle of the door. Once your fingertips touched the handle, the lights in your room started to flicker. 

You’ve experienced shortage or other electrical problems before but this was nowhere close to your older experiences. While the lights were still flickering, you thought of opening the curtains to check if your neighbors were having the same problem. But when you took a step back from the door, the lights started to flicker wildly and a voice called out your name again. But it wasn’t the same deep voice that you’ve heard a few seconds ago. It belonged to your mother. 

Her sweet, silky voice was now coming from just outside of your bedroom, behind the closed door. You turned to the door and slowly grabbed the handle, waiting to hear more from her. You felt like your mind was playing games to you but at the same time you were trying to be as cautious as possible because there was something off, clearly. Although you thought you were dreaming or worse, seeing yet another nightmare, you were fully conscious of your actions and you were able to feel the coldness of the metal door handle.  

‘Honey, my hands are full! Please open the door for me so I can get insiide!’ She sounds so real, you thought to yourself. What if it’s all real? What if she’s right here, behind the door?

While you were deep in thoughts, you didn’t make a single move or a noise. You heard your mother’s voice once again, then again and again. Each time, she was growing more frustrated. You were able to tell that by the sound of her voice. Then she stopped talking.

And the deep manly voice started to talk again: ‘(Y/N), you can’t escape from your past. It’s time for you to face it!’ With that, the lights started to flicker one last time. All the flashing and confusion made you feel dizzy and your head started to spin. You turned your back against the door and you slowly collapsed to the floor. You were on the verge of crying when suddenly, you heard your mother’s voice one last time. 

This time, there was no sign of that sweet little voice you heard earlier. It was now filled with hatred and disgust. She was calling you names and saying verbally abusive things to you… Just like the way she used to do back then. 

‘You are a fucking coward (Y/N). YOU HEAR ME? YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN. You are NOTHING but a disappointment in our eyes. Don’t you EVER forget that!’

And just like that, you were crying. Crying from fear, confusion, sadness. But it was mostly anger. All this time, you tried to remember the happy moments you had with your parents before the mall fire but the bad memories always overcame them. You tried to remember them as good people but the way they acted towards you, the pain they left you with always seemed to stick, no matter how hard you tried to forget. Of course you loved them but… There was always going to be a ‘but’. 

As the voice kept getting louder and louder after each word, you started to cry even harder. While you were on the floor sitting, you brought your knees closer to you and slightly lowered your head, keeping it between your legs. You were shaking your head, yelling ‘No, no, no, no, NO!’ repeatedly. You wanted to escape but it felt impossible.

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After the horrible hallucination or whatever it was you had last night, you woke up on the floor with a terrible headache. You tried to remember what happened after you started to cry and yell for help but you couldn’t seem to remember anything. I probably passed out, you thought to yourself. 

You got off the floor, quickly went to change your clothes and went downstairs to get a painkiller. You didn’t want to dwell on last night but it was haunting you, you needed to tell someone about it. Or would have they thought that you were going crazy? 

You tried to leave these thoughts behind as you walked out of the house and started to look around for your old trust-worthy bike. In hopes of being able to distract yourself, you hopped on your bike and headed to Wheelers’ house. You thought of spending alone time with Nancy as she was one of your closest friends. 

But to your surprise, Steve, Dustin, Max, Robin and Lucas were there too. When you knocked on the door, Mrs Wheeler opened it and greeted you with her charming usual smile. At first she was surprised to see you but she welcomed you sweetly and let you in. While you were making your way to Nancy’s bedroom, Mrs Wheeler asked if you had your breakfast and said ‘If you hadn’t, feel free to join us! I’ve made some pancakes and I know you’ll love ‘em!’ You kindly declined her offer and passed by the kitchen. As you were passing by, Mr Wheeler saw you and he sighed loudly, saying ‘Great! Another kid!’ 

You acted like you didn’t see nor hear him. He was always in a grumpy mood so it wasn’t anything unusual. You were thinking about what he said, so clearly there were others inside. You were still walking when suddenly you saw everyone gathered around Max in the living room. 

Her face was more pale than usual, it was as if she saw a ghost or something. She was telling a story, one that made everyone go silent. They saw that you came but none of them made a noise. Nancy made a quick small move to you to come and sit with them silently. And you did as she wanted. 

Max was trying to appear as normal but it was obvious how frightened she was from the way she was acting. You knew her for some time now and whenever something bad happened to her, she tried to hide her feelings the best she can and tried to look stoic. You wondered if she finally decided to open up about what she had been through after Billy’s death but she was talking about something else: About her death.

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A few minutes passed and you started to understand what was going on. Also when Max finished telling her story, they made a small recap for you:

After they dropped you off, Steve’s group went to Ms. Kelley’s house and Max tried to talk to her about Chrissy but she was so strict about students’ confidentiality so while she was distracted, Max took the keys to her office and ran back to Steve’s car. After a small ride to the school, they broke into the office and looked at Chrissy and Fred’s patient files. After investigating a little, they found that Chrissy and Fred were showing the same symptoms before they were found dead. 

Until this point, everything seemed somewhat normal but after this, things were starting to get stranger. When they found the same information on both of the files, Max said that she started to realize she was having the same troubles as they did. Constant headaches, a (preferably) fresh trauma, seeing weird hallucinations, trouble sleeping etc.

When you heard her say those things, you started to feel tense. You were having the same problems as they have had too. But Max wasn’t done talking so she continued and you didn’t say anything. 

After they found the information they needed, she said that they started to pack their things in order to leave the office. As they were packing, she claimed that she heard a voice. A deep, manly voice calling her name. She said that the source was coming from the hallway and the others seemed to not care, so she left the others and went outside alone to look at what was happening in there. When she got out, she heard a noise -she quickly made an imitation of it for you to understand it better- and saw a big ancient grandfather clock at the end of the hallway. The same voice called out her name once again.

Then suddenly, she stopped talking. Her eyes began to get watery, she looked like she was in pain. She was trying so hard to be brave, that was very typical of Max but was it really necessary in a situation like this? It almost seemed impossible to you. 

After steadying herself a little, she looked at each one of you in the eye. She was having a hard time trying to find the right words. Later, she explained the timeline of what Chrissy and Fred went through and when exactly those things happened to them. Lastly she said, ‘I don’t know how much time I’ve left but looks like I’m gonna die tomorrow.’

Everyone was devastated and none of you seemed to have an answer nor a solution for her. Your heart was breaking. You could’ve done anything in your power to save you from this curse but you were not able to do anything at that moment. None of you were.

And it was time for Robin and Nancy to share the news that they had. They said that they looked at old newspapers and searched their headlines about supernatural things happening around Hawkins. They claimed that they searched through them for hours and finally, they found a headline with Victor Creel in it. Turns out they’ve read the article and thought that this man could be very helpful. He was also the guy Eddie’s uncle mentioned in a previous interview she did with him, Nancy stated. He said that Victor used to do the same thing to his previous victims and that she had to find a way to talk to him. And she added that Robin and her thought that he was the only person who could’ve helped them, even though he was a cold-blooded serial killer. 

‘Isn’t he locked up somewhere?’ Lucas asked genuinely.

‘Yes, in a mental asylum to be exact.’ Robin stated.

‘Uh how are you guys going to-’

‘We’ll find a way, don’t worry about it.’ said Nancy. 

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After the discussion, everyone was now dealing with other stuff: They were either spending time with Max, trying to spend time with her and not leave her alone in case something happened to her or they were making a plan to reach Victor Creel. 

You felt really sorry about Max, but you couldn’t help but wonder about your own situation. You were afraid, confused and you felt all alone but you didn’t make a sound because you simply didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself when Max’s situation was far more urgent. 

Deep in thoughts, you heard a faint noise coming from under one of the couch pillows. You simply made your way over to the source of the noise, not sure if you were seeing one of the visions again. You slowly flipped the cushion over, trying to be as careful as possible but you saw a walkie talkie under it. You sighed in relief as you took it in your hands. You were waiting for another noise from the person who was at the end of the line. 

‘Henderson… Wheeler? ANYBODY?!’ 

It was Eddie. From the sound of his voice, you could tell that he has been waiting for an answer for a long time. He sounded really frustrated and annoyed. You wondered how long he has been trying to reach out to one of you guys. So you wasted no time and touched the button to speak up. 

‘Eddie hi, it’s me.’

‘Ah, (Y/L/N), my personal favorite last name out of all the others I’ve been saying.’ He said with a gentle tone. Then quickly added:

‘For the PAST COUPLE OF HOURS.’ and continued, ‘You guys are coming, right? I’m kinda short on supplies here and I’m on the edge of having a mental breakdown because of staying here all by myself.’

‘Also, I missed you… like a lot, actually. Aand if you ever get a chance, please say hi to my guitar. My baby must’ve been so lonely.’ 

‘Okay easy now, Munson.’

‘First of all, we are kinda dealing with a lot right now and it could take a while for us to come to you. Also it would be better if we explain it to you in person. Other than that I missed you too and unfortunately I can’t go anywhere near your guitar because the inside of your trailer is considered a crime scene, you remember that?’

‘Uh I KNOW, goddammit!I just want to show her to you.’ You giggled a little at how cute he sounded when he was frustrated. 

‘I will meet her someday Eddie, I promise. Don’t worry about it now, okay? Just be safe.’

‘Okay now that I have your promise, I don’t want anything else. Although I can have a 6 pack. I know it’s not the best time to drink beer but-’

‘Just stay inside and we’ll try to come as soon as we can, okay? I’ll try to grab a 6 pack for you but I can’t make a promise about this one.’

‘Eh, I tried. See you soon, sweetheart.’

‘See ya Munson.’

                                                                    **** 

After your small talk with Eddie, you gathered everyone together and said what he wanted to say to the others: He needed a food delivery soon and wanted you guys to visit him. Although he wanted you guys near him, the others have already made other plans. Nancy and Robin were going to go to the asylum to talk with Victor Creel and Steve was going to babysit the kids. They left it up to you whether you wanted to go to the asylum or not. 

You were really worried about Max and wanted to spend time with her if these times were going to be her last. With time, pain brought you two closer, because of the mall fire. You tried to talk to her about her feelings and be there for her but she always had this barrier between her and the others. Though you always made sure she knew that you were there for her and she appreciated it no matter what. So you stayed with Steve and helped him babysit Dustin, Max and Lucas. 

While you were staying at the Wheelers’, you had no clue about what was happening to Eddie.  

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Thank you so much for reading chapter three of the series!

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[chushanye]

I finally caught up to dndads after not having listened to it since June, so in order to not make a 1000 posts I will make one mega-post of all my reactions.

35 -> anthony made a reference to him being married b4, leading to me googling it, leading to me finding out there's a "at least im not anthony burch" 4chan meme

out of al the "new" epsidoes (for me) this one is still the funniest

FUCK, the goddamn convo between Normal and Hero you can't just do this to me. you can't just give me sibling dynamics and expect me to be normal about them.

36-> this ep was spoiled form me start to finish so no particular reactions but I will say Anthony is super clever for managing to spin that prophecy to come back around

37-> the contrast of the teens experiences this episode was astounding

ONE PIECE MENTIONED! 👒🏴‍☠️

"you whirling dervish of homoeroticism and pizza" is SUCH a sentence.

38-> god this episode did so much for Scary I fucking love her. "she is holds so much anger but is one of the most loving people" what if my heart bursts from the weight of it all

39 -> in my notes I just have "RONNNNNN RONNN UR IN HEAVEN BABGGIRLLLL I LOVE YOHJHUU."

40-> Freddy's bully character. Will and Freddy's syncing on that joke and screaming about it. Will going "I'm a little turned on rn I'm not gonna lie." Anthony going "Roll for Kinsley scale." all of that almost put me in an early grave.

41-> Freddy making up dumbass plans and the getting way too excited trying to explain them leading to him being out of breath and yelling and making very little sense while everyone else is trying to cut in to tell him how dumb his plan is only for him to roll ridiculously high makes up 90% of this podcast nd I will never get tired of it. also this episode solidified that Taylor is the best character to me.

42-> I hate this.

43-> Marco is way too fucking chill beung on the Titanic I'm gonna need a bit more shock and confusion from this man. like this jist makes me think he like KNOWS everything already.

44-> the next two were my favorite episodes out of the bunch and I have a like lahes worht of notes on them and I couldn't pick my favorites so I'm gonna make seperate posts for the two of those. but in the meantime:

does the ambulance driver's accent count as slavic? cause if so first slavic dndads character lmfaoo

I feel so sad for Normal because we saw thus arc coming from a mile away. I remember listening to episodes and bejng fristrated with how other characters were responding to Normal cause I KNEW it was making this worse in his mind. and like I get them too they're all going trough heinous shit but like...fucking ouch man this was so preventable

45-> Terry Jr and Glenn competing for the title of "most polite swordfight singe Ingio and Westley in the Princess Bride"

I had seperate notes for how much I loved the charactarisation for Terry Jr, Nick, Taylor and Normal so to sum it up the cast brought their A-game I was so fucking delighted.

Freddy's habit of tling over NPC's is so fucking funny. COMPLETELY disregarding the DM is hilarious when it's not happening to me.

46-> good to see Mat being a menece for once.

somebody PLEASE fucking tell me there is fanart for Abe Lincoln from this episode PLEASE.

I know I'm a tween bow at heart because Lincoln being cool again made me so fucking hyped even though that's not the point of his charactarisation 😭 agent Schmegan just brings out the cool dude in him

Hermie's death was way less dramatic than I expected it to be but rhis is only because the amazing artists in this fandom shot my expectations through the roof with the stuff they drew

BONUS: WHODADIT -> Beth is fucking SHINING in this god every joke landed.

Anthony quickly going: "nochinamenmayfeatureinthestory" everyone else going "WOAH" and Mat going fucking "FREDDY?" as is Freddy needs to explain himself???? 😭😭 please

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies

[waltwhitmansbeard]

could you write another why haven’t you been eating with vaxleth but it’s Vax that’s the one who hasn’t eaten and keyleth finds

43. "Why haven't you been eating?" this is set in grow with the flow! tw: depression

Vax isn't as slick as he likes to think he is. Keyleth notices when the shadows in the apartment start to coalesce, when his eyes dim in the string lights she's hung to make their tiny studio feel less like a shoebox. His smile hasn't reach his eyes in days, and she's still learning the steps to this dance, when it's okay to push and when she needs to let him come to her. She hears him talk to his sister on the phone and wonders if Vex can hear it too, the dull edge in his voice, like the script he's reading from isn't particularly interesting. They've been together long enough that Keyleth doesn't take it personally anymore, except for the gnawing guilt in the pit of her stomach that she doesn't know the right thing to say to breathe life back into him.

So on one chilly autumn night, when the sky is black as a raven's feather and the moon is swollen and bright, Keyleth slides up behind him on the bed, hooks her chin over his shoulder, and plucks the phone he's been doom-scrolling on out of his hand. She ignore his "Hey!" of protest to point past him at the dinner left untouched on the bedspread beside his knee. "Why haven't you been eating?"

His whole body tenses, so she wraps her arms around his middle. He's skinnier, she can feel it. "Not hungry."

Sometimes, this conversation can be like pulling teeth. "For four days? Because that's how long it's been since I've seen you put anything in your mouth."

"Something in particular you'd like me to put in my mouth, Kiki?" But neither of them find his joke very funny.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" There's a long silence as he picks at the stitching in the bedspread. "It's okay if there isn't. But...I miss you. When you go away like this. And even though I know you'll come back to me, I can't help but worry in the meantime."

His body sags back into hers, just a bit, but she holds him up. "It's just...the food." He shrugs. "It tastes like ash."

She presses a kiss to the crook of his neck. "Do you think...maybe getting some help could...help?"

"Hey." He peels one of her hands from his middle and plays with her fingers. "I'm fine, really. Just...in a funk."

"I mean, I'm no expert, but when I'm in a funk, I make Tiktoks exposing my plants for being drama queens. I don't go four days without eating because food tastes like ash." She squeezes him tighter. "I don't want your world to be bland and gray. You're the brightest person I know. You deserve that light, too."

Vax sniffs once. "Yeah. I don't know. I don't want Vex to worry."

Keyleth snorts. "Too late for that, dude. She texted me an hour ago to let me know she could get black market Zoloft if we needed it. I think Percy's physically blocking the door to stop her from charging across town right this very moment."

For the first time in over a week, Vax smiles a smile that doesn't send Keyleth's heart sinking into her stomach. "Yeah, she's pretty great." He turns to look at her, and there's a warmth in his eyes that nearly brings Keyleth to tears. "So are you."

"So are you." She kisses his forehead. "If you eat your dinner, I'll let you play with my hair."

He laughs, and hope swoops fast and bright through Keyleth's chest. "You'll let me play with your hair, anyway."

"Eat, or I'm blending it into a slurry and baby birding it to you until you don't look quite so much like death."

"Rude." But he obliges her, picking up the plate of leftover pasta and popping some into his mouth. He's going to be okay, she knows that, but she's gonna be here every step of the way until she's sure, until the winter passes and spring blooms in his eyes once again.

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[mountsmase]

So my day at work wasn’t that good. I feel really under pressure and today I found out what my teamleader said behind my back and it makes me really angry and sad at the same time. I have a headache and I am on the verge of tears. I just want to go home and take off my make-up, put on my pyjamas and watch my comfort series. How do you think Mason would react?

oh I’m sorry 🥺 that’s so shitty of them to be talking behind your back wtf

I think Mase would know something is up even if you don’t necessarily tell him

Maybe you don’t want him to worry so you don’t mention anything but he can tell because you’re a little tense and really quiet over dinner and just not acting like yourself, and he doesn’t want force you into talking about it straight away because there’s obviously a reason why you haven’t mentioned it to him so in the meantime he does everything he can to be there for you 🥺 like running you a bath and helping you take your makeup off, doing your skin care with you, pampering you and putting some fresh PJs in the dryer for you so that they’re warm when you’re ready to put them on, just doing everything he can to make you smile like telling you random jokes and funny stories from his day at training

And it’d only be when you’re curled up in bed with your comfort series/movie on that he asks if everything’s okay, and if you want to talk about it, and you’d spill, telling him everything and getting a little emotional but he’d hold you the whole time, running his hand through your hair and giving you a little head massage as you rest on his chest and tell him what’s going on/whats on your mind and he’d definitely be a little pissed that someones had the audacity to say those things about you behind your back, let alone say them full stop. It would break his heart seeing you so upset and all he’d want to do is protect you and make you feel better again but little does he know that spending the evening with him has already made you feel a lot better, and all you want to do now is fall asleep in the comfort of his arms 🥺

#mason concepts

[kaleidosouls]

hi. (pulls out uke)

IM JOKING but i havent posted here in forever huh, are ppl still around? i guess ill comment on like, whats been going in in the time i havent posted

so a long time ago now i wanted to like, cut off from twitter, so i deleted the kaleidosouls twitter, and wanted to keep my art stuff just on insta mostly, trying to move since twitter is a sinking ship right. then my instagram got deleted for no reason (and so did my pinterest that was ful of refs and honestly that was more upseting than insta getting deletedand losing all my art following)

ive been mildly caught up in IRL/college stuff in the meantime,having da depression, and the exec dysfunction same as awlays like. not much has actually been happening but ive been going acutally all over the place trying to figure out what im gonna do with my internet social media stuff. im looking into internships (other field) and im like, i havent given up being an artist professionally exactly but i think im like fuck it. fuck this like, building my Internet career or whatever. like, im gona wokr on my art portfolio and try to find art job stuf thats not really about how popular my art is on twitter or smth. none of that shit rly matters anymoer. same w here, i probably wouldve delted this tumblr if it wasnt the main like, blog so all my other blogs dpened on this one right.

im not like, done posting art online but ive been changing how im going about it and i still havent found my like, place yet. i did remake instagram, a main one and one for creature/pokemon stuff. idk im figuring out my life but i guess the main point is that its all a mess, and its not a disaster like things are going bad or anythin just that ive been in this inertia of disorder for a long time. im getting old. really tired lately, barely draw that much

i still rly love and am holding onto my personal ideas/projects that i want to execute oveer time altho they cant be a priority rn becuase of stuff in life. i got a really bad attention span so ill probably like, work on smth a lot for a few ays and then pick it up again in a year or more. the SU stuff is one of those. i actually ammaking this post bc i got really fucking dickhead comments and i was thinking of going off but my social media paranoia PR brain is like weighting on how i cant do that bc itll make my brand look bad and immature, and its like exhausting to live like that yk. altho it Is wise to restrain myself from being mean dsgkj but i also think itd be funny to cuss ppl off so :( life is very hard as an adult!

anyway point is. thigns are a mess rn and they will continue to be for the time being. my accoutns got obliterated so if you wanna keep up with me maybe follow my instagram if you want, i keep forgetting tumblr exists so tahst why i post so little on here. i do like postingt here though, nad i like making little blogs. i like ppls tags on ym art and replies. even the pricky ones like, i get to engage my brain a litlte bit adn its like ppl are out there yk? seieng my stuff, rather than just like, a bunch of numbers of how many likes or reblogs smth has.

most of the stuff left on this blog is for SU reclaimed and i still rly like the idea and its good coping for me and i want to pick it up sometimes but idk what to do with it wrt how i wanna present the content. ive considerd many times making a separate tumblr for it and i am considering that Again but maybe i should just quit it and post it here and forget about that. and find a different way to present the totality of the contents of the AU and use this tumblr as a way to just post it like, a 'devblog' (i am not developing SHIT this is just conceptual design writing stuff)

if theres anyone still following thats like engaged/interested in SU reclaimed feel free to comment with your thoughts or suggestions,i guess i could make an instagram for it? but ehh... idt thats how i wanna like, execute it. welp. i guess if i do make smth ill post about it here,i guess the point is that maybe i can try to post on here moreoften, idk, like i want my instagrams to be more tidy and like, impersonal. i deleted twitter bc i dont want to engage that personalyl at ALL anymore as an artist w viewers. not to mention it sinking. but i guess tumblr Is the perfect place to keep that unprofessional, slightly casual blogging artist experience. maybe if i get to cuss ppl out :D but then i dont wanna get harassed later over it. hm.. sucks to exist online tbh

thank u if youve read this far. if youre a mutual (somehow) or a long time follower and wanna know how to better keep up w me since i know im disappearing a lot feel free to dm

#personal #just how ive been/thougths/rambling

[quietwingsinthesky]

6!

number 6! chapter 3 of a pokemon fic i have been. uh. totally definitely working on and didn't forget about no way. title of this document is: blue is tramsgender p3, or (pokemon colosseum announcer voice) RED GET OFF THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN

the fic is currently on anon since it's unfinished and having an unfinished fic on my page was stressing me out lmao, but the first two chapters are here. chapter 3 is... nowhere near complete. but i swear i'll finish it one day. it means a lot to me. i sure love projecting my gender onto characters from 1999.

anyway, i do have a scene right here that i wrote between oak and blue that is. maybe my favorite thing i've written in the fic at all. so i'm throwing it all out on here lmao. (context being that i took the canon fact of blue going to the kalos region and moved it before he becomes a gym leader, meaning that someone else had to take over viridian gym in the meantime and the closest person available was oak. who hasn't seen his grandson in person in a while and even before wasn't exactly... let's say, good at the whole 'blue being trans' thing. not maliciously, but you know, forgetful. and well. you'll see.)

“He’s my grandpa,” Blue says as he pushes past the rookie. “I’m not fighting any of you. I’m dragging him home for dinner.”

“Who even are you?” The other trainer calls after him. Blue turns and cocks a grin. Jolteon bounds around his feet, fur bristling.

“The name’s Blue,” he says, and with a faux salute and a twist of his heel, “smell ya later!” He marches right into the heart of the gym. It isn’t anything like he remembers. It’s been fully remodeled since the days of Giovanni, but it’s also... lacking, somehow. Gramps got rid of all the traces of his predecessor, but there’s nothing filling the space. Blue was expecting at least a poster or three of fun facts about Pokemon, or type advantages, or anything. The walls are bare and beige. The only interruptions are the doors, and eventually, Blue finds the one that leads to Gramps’ office.

Samuel Oak, it reads, Leader of Viridian Gym.

Blue takes a deep breath, fills his lungs before the shouting match begins. He opens the door.

“Hey, Gramps, heard you-” He announces, boisterous. He stops. Jolteon makes a curious chirp at his feet. “Gramps?” He's face-down on his desk. Blue’s heart skips a beat until Gramps snores like a chainsaw, and Blue lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He walks around the desk. “Hey. Hey! Wake up, old man!” Blue should shake him. He doesn’t. He keeps calling until Gramps jumps and sits upright. He looks haggard. It’s only been two years, but there are so many more lines set in his face, his hair thinned, his eyes paler.

“Who-?” Gramps squints at him. “Oh. A trainer? You’re a little late to challenge me. Come back—” He yawns. “—tomorrow.”

“This joke never was funny,” Blue growls. He leaves Gramps’ side of the desk, standing across from him instead and crossing his arms. “What’s your excuse this time? No one said my name in two years, so you just happened to forget again?” He’s not hurt. He’s never hurt. He’s fine, and his eyes aren’t stinging, and his throat doesn’t ache, and he didn’t expect anything different, so it’s fine. Gramps blinks up at him.

“I’m sorry? Do I know you?” His hand slides over his desk, grasping until it finds a pair of glasses. Blue’s only ever seen Gramps wear glasses while he was reading. Gramps puts them on now and blinks twice. “There we are. Now, who are...” Gramps trails off as he takes in Blue’s face. Blue pinches his mouth. Jolteon presses against his leg, purring. Gramps stares at him for a long time, his mouth falling open. He looks heartbroken.

“I’m your grandson,” Blue snaps, “or are you going to pretend you don’t recognize me, too?” Forget a name, and you never have to acknowledge it changed. Forget your grandson, and you never have to see him standing in the place you expected to have a granddaughter. Blue never should have come back. Gramps stands.

“Arceus...” Gramps whispers. He never used that kind of language when Blue was a kid. Blue screws up his face. His throat feels tight. If Gramps starts yelling now, he’s not going to be able to give it his all back, and then what’s the point? “You... You look...” Gramps puts a hand over his mouth. Blue wants it to be horror. He can defend himself against horror and anger and everything in between. It’s not. Gramps’ eyes water, spill, and he’s crying. Just like that, Blue is a disappointment again. He takes a step back.

“Guess I had to get that over with,” he hears himself say. “Time to draw up a new will, huh, Gramps? Keep me off it this time?” He needs to leave. He turns.

“Wait!” Gramps says. Blue ignores him. He runs, because that’s what he’s good at. “Wait!” he hears Gramps call again, but like the rookie at the door, Blue doesn’t stop for him. He can hear Gramps behind him, not running but moving as hurriedly as his old limbs will let him. “Blue!” Gramps yells.

And Blue stops.

He can’t turn around. He hears Gramps approaching, panting heavily, out of breath. He can’t turn around. Gramps puts a hand on his shoulder and tugs. He can’t- Blue turns.

He’s taller than Gramps. When did he get taller than his grandfather?

They stare at each other.

“Look at you,” Gramps says, quietly. Blue swallows. “Why, I’d barely recognize you, my boy, only...” Gramps lifts his hand from Blue’s shoulder to touch his face. He stops before he makes contact. He drops his hand. Blue sniffs. “I wouldn’t recognize you,” Gramps repeats, “but you look so much like your father.” Gramps looks as though he’s seen a ghost, and as though he’d give anything to let it stay and haunt his home. He lifts both his hands now and puts them on Blue’s shoulders, still looking over his face. “And you shot up like a tree. You get that from your mother’s side, I’ll bet, but that face... You’re the spitting image of him the day he came home from his journey.”

Blue sucks in a breath. He wants to say something. He starts crying.

Gramps doesn’t seem to know what to do with that. He pulls Blue an inch closer by the shoulders as though to draw him into a hug, but then freezes and lets him go. Pats him on the shoulder once. Looks like he’s afraid he’s broken Blue, and honestly, Blue’s not sure his fears are unwarranted. Blue wipes at his eyes. With a rough voice, he manages, “Daisy wants you to come home. For dinner. Because I’m back from Kalos.”

“Visiting?” Gramps says, which is all Blue needs to know that he hasn’t been reading all of the letters Blue sends home. Blue looks at the dark circles under his eyes and shakes his head.

“Staying?” He means it as a statement. It tilts up at the end into a question, whether he wants it to or not. Gramps blinks at him.

“Oh,” he says, and he smiles, “welcome home, then.”

#ask #pokemon #transgender pokemon characters agenda GO

[sizzlyybacon]

ROUTE 478 CHRONICLES; PART 3

on thursday after school the bus driver isn't here and our bus is late. all the bus drivers left already. elise says she's going to run to the bartells in the neighborhood nearby. i tell her she shouldn't because the bus is probably gonna come but she ignores me 💀the giant 7th/8th grade boy group leaves to go to starbucks but then elise comes back with a bag of haribo gummy bears. we sit down on the little ledge by our school building and eat the gummy bears. i text my dad and ask if he can pick us up if the bus doesnt arrive in like 15 minutes. he says sure so we wait. while we're eating our gummy bears a few drop on the ground so i bend over and pick them up. "psst should i throw these at the next person to walk by" i say. "YESSS" elise replies a LIL too loud.. and that's when will walks over and says hi to us. i decide not to throw them since we're somewhat friends but elise elbows me and tells me to throw them at him. she throws a gummy bear at him and i do the same. he starts crying and screaming ow and how much pain he's in 💀 then elise just 🧍‍♀️ and gives him a pineapple gummy bear. "OH THANKS!! CLEAR IS THE BEST FLAVOR!" he says and griddies away. man wtf are thse kids on. finally the bus rolls up and we get on. since everyone got picked up already only a few people are on the bus. the middle is empty, everyone is in the front while me, elise, will, hannah, avery, josi, and olive are in the back. i put the two gummy bears that bounced off will on the seat and decide to hold a contest for which flavor is better by whichever one stays up longer without falling will was right that pineapple was the best flavor because yellow fell first. i decided to stick the winning gummy bear on the window because hannah kept begging me if she could have it and plus it was funny. it was a different bus though so i dont know if it was still there or not. i leaned over and kicked it into the window. hannah was cackling. will took my waterbottle while saying fanum tax and he griddied away then he asks if we have twitch💀the bus driver was SUPER strict and there were 3 of my classmates in a seat and he screamed "this is NOT kindergarten. 2 people a seat. one of you moves or you all get kicked off." the kids got scared and moved away. wtf.. the bus driver was inexperienced because he circled the town 3 times and never got out. some kid told him he went the wrong way and he screamed "ARE YOU DRIVING OR AM I!? DO YOU HAVE THE LICENSE OR DO I!? YOU ARE SO DISRESPECTFUL. SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH." kids are shocked. my friends tristan, graham, and joe are making jokes in the front when the bus driver stops in the middle of the road and walks down the aisle to them. "YOU ARE BEING SO LOUD. QUIET DOWN. WHAT'S YOUR NAME? WE CAN HEAD BACK TO THE SCHOOL RIGHT NOW." tristan replies with "m-my name is jeff sir.." "WHAT'S YOUR LAST NAME JEFF?" "j-j-j-j-just jeff sir.. my name is jeff jeff.. please.." everyone is laughing and recording. the bus driver stops and walks back to his seat. in the meantime, a kid has their foot in the aisle and he STOMPS on it and calls them a disgusting rodent. wtf man. everyone is shocked so they get off at early stops.

#bus driver #middle school #mean #strict teacher #strict #crazy #wtf #friends #out on the town #starbies #starbucks #candy #gummy bears #stomp #wtf moment

[daintymayhem]

I feel this account has a lot of serious vents going on so I'll give y'all something mildly funny

I joined the most recent raffle with all the girl dainties on as a sorta joke with my friends, cause none of us really like closed species (no shade, just ain't our thing) and I was just expecting to lose and have it be over with and then move on.

But then I fucking won a dainty and now I'm left with egg on my face, as I hold a character I don't really intend on using for anything. I feel kinda bad cause I know others have probably tried and failed to get dainties while my dumbass got one outta stupid luck, I'm thinking of discontinuing the character as a regular humanoid or something if the mods will let me. Feel free to laugh at my expense in the meantime though, 100% this is my own fault and I'm hoping this story will help a few people laugh.

You cant discontinue officials iirc

#Mod minis #April fools

[pirateprincessblog]

i beg u do a jongho morning smut story oh my lord

Teddy 》 C. Jongho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Choi Jongho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, perv!Jongho, masturbation, dry humping, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: bit of fluff, smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3.9k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: No matter how long you have been living with Jongho, he still gets quite surprised at your boldness. Other than that, Jongho really likes living with you. Until recently, when he came back from the tour and an odd feeling appeared inside his stomach. Just the sight of you makes his stomach feel funny, sometimes even in the lower part. Your dirty jokes are starting to affect him, but he can't seem to find out what has changed.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Choi Jongho is a beast in disguise and nobody can prove me otherwise.

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Somehow, you had convinced yourself that if you went through the channels on the TV over and over, something interesting might appear. But the same shows and boring movies kept playing, resulting in an annoyed huff from you. It is way past midnight, and your roommate and best friend had just gotten back from the tour. He has found his comfy space in the armchair, while you occupied the sofa. The way he sat on it made your heart warm. Outside of the apartment, you were only used to seeing him in heavy dark clothes and with a serious look on his face.

You are helplessly laying on your stomach, head turned toward the TV in hopes of finding something interesting. Jongho didn't complain about you taking up his space. Instead, he dropped his bags to the side so he could properly greet you and place a kiss on your forehead. Currently, he sat with his legs over the armrest and the side of his body leaning against the backrest. His striped red socks were a contrast to his black hoodie and dark ripped jeans, and his toes would occasionally do a small wiggle after winning a match on his phone.

"And just what are you grinning so hard about?" Jongho asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

"Cute socks." You admit.

Your eyes don't miss the way his lips press into a thin line to avoid smiling. You also don't miss the tint on his cheeks, almost matching the socks. You wished you could hug him whenever you wanted. Jongho didn't like skinship before, but since you moved in, it had gotten worse. You weren't sure if it was because of all your unnecessary ass poking or because Wooyoung had gotten more bratty than usual. Jongho ran away from your spread arms, avoided your nicknames and acted unphased by your unintentional cute behaviour.

Truth is, Jongho has a soft spot for you. He loves to catch you smiling at him, pouting when something isn't going the way you've intended, struggling to open or fix something while you try to not disturb him. He loves to watch, but from a distance. He isn't sure if you've noticed, he hopes you didn't, but your presence makes him feel... weird.

It makes his stomach feel funny, and his cheeks and ears heat up. He tenses up when he smells your summer perfume, even when you put it on during the winter. He tenses up when your hands go near him in an attempt to hug him. He wishes he can be natural around you. He wishes he can let you hug him whenever your heart desires, even poke his ass if necessary. After all, he did work for that ass.

The boy's eyes carefully followed the ball on the screen, so close to reaching his goal, when a noise made his eyes widen.

"Ah, fuck," you cussed from the sofa. His eyes landed on your figure, now standing up straight and fidgeting with the remote. "Fucking shit, shut it down!"

Then, his eyes met the big screen. He wishes he didn't look. His breath stopped in his throat, and his stomach felt fuzzy again. This time a bit lower than usual. The scene unfolding wasn't something Jongho hadn't seen, but seeing it in your presence made his head so heated that he thought he might explode. The batteries of the remote were already at the verge of their life before Jongho left, which is why the remote isn't obeying you tonight.

Wet noises and fake moans shamelessly traveled to your ears, each louder and more uncomfortable for Jongho.

"Jongho, it's not working!" You whine, rushing over to the TV to find the shutting down button.

Too caught off guard to even blink, Jongho only managed to let out the breath he was holding. He gulped a bit louder than he intended, then watched your figure bend over to reach the button. And there it was, the fuzzy feeling again. A click was heard, and the room fell dark. Except the light from Jongho's phone perfectly illuminating his flushed face.

You let out a stressed huff, then finally turn around to face him.

"Great. Now I'm horny."

You being straightforward wasn't anything new to him. Still, you always managed to catch him off guard. Whether you said it as a joke or not, a small piece of Jongho's brain caught that sentence and made sure to remind him later.

"Jjong?" You called.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think a dick can feel that good?"

Jongho had a shock after a shock. Letting you stay as his roommate was surely going to end him one day.

"Nevermind. I'll stick to my pillow and that teddy you bought me. Good night, love!"

And with a kiss on top of his head and a hair ruffle, you disappeared inside your room. His phone turned off from lack of activity, leaving him in the dark alone with his thoughts. He could hear his own heart pound. You treat self pleasuring as a normal conversation around him, once even apologising if you were too loud the previous night. Jongho would only laugh it off. But now, Jongho can't stop thinking about what you said. Did you really use his present to...?

Deciding to call it a night, the boy picked up his bags, checked if everything is off or locked, then entered his own room. The gap under your door was a bright purple and blue, meaning that you had turned on your colourful lamp and you are probably choosing your outfit for your planned breakfast tomorrow. He remembers that you told him the colours make you feel sexy.

Jongho decides for a quick shower, which always helps him get rid of the funny feeling at the bottom of his stomach. His clothes are thrown in the washing basket, and he takes a moment to stand in front of the mirror. He had gotten bigger in his muscles. Even he sees the difference. Perhaps he should wear something a bit tighter tomorrow, just to fish for a few compliments from you. Jongho then discards his underwear too, then hops into the shower.

He shivers at the cold liquid falling down his back, then down his chest. He groans in relief. As weird as it sounds, it felt weird to have a calm shower without Wooyoung or San barging in with an excuse to brush their teeth. In reality, they all love to tease their youngest one in all ways they can.

The idea of a calm shower stops once Jongho's ears pick up something through the noise of the water falling. It is a gasp, then a moan. A soft moan coming from the opposite door in the bathroom, the one leading into your room. Jongho shut the water down, then gently opened the glass door to make sure he heard correctly. He hears shuffling, buzzing, then another moan. His mouth parts, and eyes fall down to his crotch. His cock is proudly sticking up, amused by the noises more than Jongho's brain.

Jongho's brain is working against him. You must be doing this on purpose. You aren't really pleasuring yourself. Surely, you heard the water run. Why would you do something so risky? But then again, Jongho underestimates you. Often times something that is horrific to him is normal to you.

His hand grips his cock for the first time in so long. He simply didn't have a right place, time or energy to do so. He gives it a slow pump, and his head is already falling back against the tiles. Your moans are muffled, probably from burying your head into your pillow, but your shuffling is faster and harder with each second that passes. The bed is creaking, and Jongho finds himself getting horny from the thought of you riding something he gave you. And that's when it clicks.

He can be horny, yes. But this doesn't feel the same. It feels more powerful. Every time he thinks of you, he has a desire to have you. He just wasn't aware yet. He wants you, but is afraid that he might ruin it. No, Jongho doesn't want you. He needs you. As soon as possible.

"Jongho—"

Jongho chokes on his own spit. His eyes widen, and his legs carry him outside of the shower. His ear is pressed against the wooden door in hopes to hear that again. The bathroom is almost flooded, but the boy couldn't seem to care.

"Jjong—" you breathe out, "ah—".

And just like that, he finds himself thrusting into his own hand in hopes to reach his orgasm. The nickname you had given him was adorable to him, but now, he will remember this night whenever you call him that. And he doesn't mind.

"Can I cum? Pretty please?"

You were... begging him? Begging to cum? Him? Jongho breathed out. His eyes rolled back as your soft gasps continued. You were close, and so was he. His breathing became shallow, and his pace messy.

"Fuck— please? I was so good while you were gone—" It almost sounded like you bloody knew. But how could you know? It sounded so needy, Jongho was sure that it was just your need to finish speaking. "So, so good. Please, please, please—"

"Cum for me," he whispered, caught up in the feeling of ecstasy.

And just like that, as if you heard him, a series of moans and gasps left your mouth. Jongho felt warm liquid pour over himself, and his body fell into a hole of pure pleasure. He saw white before his eyes.  But in the middle of that, he saw you. He saw your face between his legs, his seed painting your cheeks as you stuck out your tongue to catch some of it. Jongho wasn't innocent, but he never allowed himself to go too far. He was impatient.

"I wish you knew how fucking hot you are, Choi Jongho."

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Jongho was in deep sleep when he felt something heavy on top of him. It felt too early for his own liking. He opened one eye, scanning around the room for any signs of already being morning. The sunrays fighting their way through the blinds made him groan. His attention then fell on the figure on him. You laid on top of his chest, just like a few times before he left for the tour. You had become much lighter, or maybe he became stronger. Your hands rested on his chest, thumbs innocently rubbing circles into his skin over the t-shirt.

His arms carefully placed themselves on your upper back, as if testing if you'll rip them off if they touch you. Jongho was in the middle of enjoying the steady breathing and calm atmosphere, when you decided to abruptly sit up with a wide smile.

"Morning!"

Jongho smiled as a greeting. He adored your enthusiasm and wished he had some of it.

"Slept well?"

"I did."

"Good. I need you to be smiley and ready for all the pictures I'll be taking today."

Jongho hummed as a response. His voice was still too raspy to speak, so he relied on hums and nods. You went on about all the food you wanted to try, and all the stories you heard about the new café which offers chocolate cake with an espresso. He smiled fondly at you, loving the way your voice sounded at any time of the day. Then, something got you in a very excited mood, because you started shuffling and jumping on top of him. The skirt you wore did nothing to help his self control.

"Stop moving," Jongho warned, a smile still present on his lips.

You listened, but after remembering another detail, the shuffling started again. The creaking of his own bed sounded similar to the one last night, and watching your hips move like that, he felt his mouth go dry.

You're in fucking deep.

"Idiot," he warned again.

"But Jongho, how can you not be excited about cotton candy cloud raining in your coffee?"

"I don't know. I prefer my coffee in a mug. Drinkable."

"But this is drinkable too!" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"You didn't even listen. How about that macaron shop?" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"No macarons either? If you want scrambled eggs might as well stay—" Hip roll.

You gasp in the middle of the sentence. His hands are on your waist, fingers digging into it to keep your body still. You never felt his hands on you in such way. They were huge and warmed up your skin from the cold morning just right.

"I mean— Did you want— Uh—" You never stutter around him. The way his eyes pierced into yours has you a stuttering and embarrassing mess. Jongho's tongue peeks out enough to wet his dry lips. You gulp. "I uh—"

Jongho removed one of his legs from the space between yours. Now you hovered above him. You forgot one thing about him, and it was how good he looked in the morning. You even told him once, resulting in a flustered Jongho and not seeing him almost two days.

"You look so fucked out in the morning. Hot."

And he is hot. Shallow breathing, messy hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, half closed eyes, and the hottest of all, the veins on his arms in the morning. Jongho has a habit of suddenly sweating and getting hot right before morning, which means all of his blankets and additional clothing eventually end up on the floor, and you get to enjoy the view of him in boxers and short sleeved t-shirt only. It's enough to make your stomach fuzzy and your thoughts sinful.

"Sit," he orders.

Never in your life did you so quickly obey to someone. You sat on top of his thigh, your hands resting on his lower stomach for support. He lets out a low sigh when you press into in unintentionally, then strengthens the grip on your waist.

"I told you not to move," he says, voice low and raspy, "and you still did. Now—"

His thigh flexes underneath you. A gasp leaves your mouth from surprise and the sudden pang of pleasure. "Jjong—"

"—you're going to move."

And just like that, the boldness left your body. You were at his mercy now, all weak and ready to do whatever he wanted you to. One glance at him and you knew he had a lot on his mind. Your hips start moving, slowly but forcefully. Jongho's eyes carefully examined your body language. You were already falling apart on top of him, and he wasn't doing anything. Yet.

His hands started moving your hips faster, and his thigh occasionally flexed just to hear those delicious gasps from your lips. You were not moaning yet, which didn't satisfy Jongho. He made it his mission to make you say all those things from last night right in his face. How good you were for him, how you want to cum with his permission, and how absolutely perfect his name sounds from your fucked out figure.

"Skirt up," he whispers.

Your hand reaches towards the front of it, then lifts the material up. You can't see well from your position, but by the way Jongho let out a small, almost unnoticeable hum, you figured the sight was surely something. You lowered yourself more into his firm leg, your clit deliciously rubbing against the warm skin of it.

"Your panties are drenched," he notices, a slight smirk on his lips, "or did you cum already and are aiming for the second one?"

Shaking your head is the only thing you can do. You feel your orgasm in the distance, and you don't want to distract yourself and lose it.

But then, Jongho stops your body from moving. You look at him in disbelief. All of this is slowly proving you that Jongho is exactly what you thought he was: rule giver, watcher, silent enjoyer and in need for controlling. You always imagined Jongho to be the merciless dominant, which you wanted to get a taste of so bad. But now that you're here, and just at the beginning, you realise how difficult it will be.

You feel his fingers on your inner thigh. He slowly drags them up to your wet folds, his thumb giving your clit a few gentle rubs before moving the panties aside.

"Ah, fuck." He sighs.

The glistening wet folds before him were so inviting, but Jongho had time. He had all day. He knows damn well you aren't leaving this bed any time soon.

Unable to wait any longer, you start moving again. The feeling of your exposed and sensitive clit rubbing against his skin felt heavenly. Your arousal left a trail on his leg, but Jongho didn't seem to mind. It made your moves smoother and more pleasing for you. Jongho noticed that you enjoy slow but intense moves a lot. The way your eyes flutter every time you move your hips forward makes the bottom of his stomach feel fuzzy. As if it didn't already feel enough.

His hands leave your waist, allowing you to pick your own pace and use him the way you needed. He laid back, eyes fixed on the way your brows furrowed and teeth bit the bottom lip. His thigh flexed again and again, every time you rolled your hips forward.

"Do I make a good enough pillow for my needy roommate?"

The words caught you off guard and you slipped a bit forward, your leg accidentally brushing the spot between his legs. He smirks at your surprised reaction. The way his voice changed from suppressed and unsure to confident and teasing drove you crazy.

"You fucking my thigh the way you fucked that teddy bear last night?"

The first moan escapes your lips. The thought of him listening to you last night made your knees weak. Now, you didn't hold back. Loud and breathy moans filled the room, along with the creaking of his bed.

"You imagined it was me, didn't you?"

Your body dropped on top of him, hips still mercilessly working on top of him as he spoke. You held onto the pillow behind his head for dear life. It's been so long since you felt pleasure this intense. You wanted it to last as long as possible.

"I did," you admit.

"How long?"

"Since you gave it to me." You whisper, knowing exactly what he means.

As moments pass, your body grows tired. Your orgasm doesn't intend on showing up any time soon. It is time to do what you usually do behind closed doors and alone only.

"Please," you beg.

And it's enough for Jongho. He switches the positions, quickly spreading your legs and pressing his knee against you. The way he looks at you from above is a sight you wish to preserve. His hair is all fluffy with slight waves in them, his eyes are half closed and his mouth is slightly open. His hands are on your inner thighs, keeping your legs spread so he can do his work in peace. He removes his knee, just to replace it with his tongue over your panties.

"Jjong—" You moan, just like last night, only louder.

His teeth pull your panties aside, and his tongue finds its place right on your clit. He is moving it up and down, his eyes fixed on your face. He experiments, moving his tongue in circles, sucking at your bud, biting it, and whatnot, until he realises he has you falling apart with almost anything he does. So he settles for sucking and kitten licks. He swears you taste and smell like watermelon, which only gives him one more motive to keep going.

You look down at him, and just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter and you couldn't get hornier, you see his dark eyes looking up at you from your pussy. He flattens his tongue to cover more area, and you try to close your legs in an attempt to stop. You already felt overstimulated, even though you didn't finish yet.

Jongho stop for a moment, just to deliver a sentence that absolutely destroys you:

"Can your teddy bear do this?"

At that moment, you think nobody but him can do this. Your hips roll up into his mouth, as if silently asking for more. Jongho takes the message. His fingers spread your lips apart, so that the attention can fully be on your sensitive bud.

"Fuck—" You moan, hand dropping down to grip onto his hair.

"Look at me," he mumbles, then goes back to his task as soon as you do.

You watch him eat you, and you watch him enjoy it. His fingers delicately spread your lips, while his other hand is pressing your thigh into the mattress to give him more space. Who would've thought that Jongho eats pussy for his own pleasure?

His lips close around you clit, gently tugging it and sucking. You are at the verge, right there. You do not want it to end, but you need to orgasm as soon as possible.

"Please, please, please—"

And this time, Jongho can say it to your face.

"Cum for me."

And a few moments after, you do. Multiple wave of pleasure splash your body, each stronger than the other. Your body is trembling, yet he doesn't stop his tongue movements. He deliciously licks every single drop of your arousal, humming along the way and admiring the work he did. You have a tough time catching your breath.

More than that, you have a tough time trying to connect that this Jongho is the same Jongho who got flustered at a porn movie last night.

He pulls your panties up, still drenched with your cum and his saliva, and pressed a kiss on your lower stomach. He pulls your skirt down, flattens your shirt, then gets off the bed. He might just get used to you spread on the bed, all fucked and breathless, even though he didn't really fuck you.

"Don't fire the bear now because of me. You might still need it when I'm away."

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[peejsocks]

ryan dunn x f!reader part 2

part 1

a/n: ryan smut is so fun, everytime, i’m kind of in disbelief. anyways hope you guys like this, even if it’s not as good as the first part <3 (thank u for requesting it too, i love that u loved the first so much 🥰)

disclaimers/tags: mile high club. nsfw. idc if the structure of the plane/pod doesn’t make sense im stupid you cannot explain anything to me so don’t try. i took prompts from these lists

Immediately when you walk back out, hands on your back pockets and Ryan still holding your hoodie behind, Bam is the one to make the comment about your chest.

"Where was that hiding the whole day?" The dark haired boy lets out such a stupid laugh it makes you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. Ryan followed up on his words and sprinted towards his best friend, chasing him around the warehouse and landing a couple of punches to his back, eventually satisfied when he managed to hit the balls.

In the meantime, the rest of the crew still coming back inside carrying plastic plates and looking very unaware of your dirty act, Johnny stepped close to you with a suspicious look in his eyes. "Where were you two?"

"Ryan found an office with an AC, we were just chilling." You hope he doesn't remember to check for it later. Knoxville simply "aha"s and you change the subject. "How gross was lunch?"

You don't ignore Ryan, per say. It's more like you had made a choice to become a mysterious, introspective person. This trip to Japan for Jackass: The Movie would be interesting, to say the least.

You don't ignore Ryan, per say. It's more like you had made a choice to become a mysterious, introspective person. This trip to Japan for Jackass: The Movie would be interesting, to say the least.

You weren't even gonna go, until your blonde…uhm…friend, called.

"Look, dude, I just think you're missing out on a lot of fun if you don't go." He had a point. "They're willing to pay, so why not?"

Now you're riding a dumb limo Bam rented because he thought it'd be funny, forgetting good jokes usually need a punchline, on the way to a private airport to get on a private jet. Bless your boss for thinking you were competent enough to welcome the CKY boys that first time they visited Big Brother, maybe you should send him a postcard.

Helping you pick up your suitcase, Ryan speaks directly to you for the first time that day, and of course it's a nod to your less PG interaction. "I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know."

"Yeah, that's usually hotter when women say it." Your eyes avoid his. "Plus, I bet you're not wearing any because you forgot to separate a clean pair after you packed."

You both laugh and ease up around each other. Not wanting to push it, you sit by yourself in the back of the aircraft. They had really cashed out on this huge thing.

Ryan sits next to you, and giddiness actually spreads through your chest like a school girl hoping her crush would look back at her.

"I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you." Body taking over the corridor seat, leaving the one in between you vacant, his hands crossed on top of his stomach and his head is hung low, like a defeated disappointed father. It's a joke, he's fucking with you.

"Then walk away, there's plenty of seats available." Unlike the blonde, you're looking right at the person next to you. "There's even a separate pod thing at the end. Knock yourself out." Just like a school girl again, you push him away hoping he'd stay.

Ignoring your snappiness, knowing you well enough to be sure you're faking a bad temper, he leaves but not without testing you. "It’s hot when you talk back. You'll know where to find me. I missed you, by the way."

With that, he walks further into the plane, probably heading to that pod you mentioned.

A few hours later, many left until your destination was reached, it's pretty quiet as everyone's asleep. Bored and restless, you had spent the entirety of the flight so far trying to doze off but a certain boy kept you up.

You missed him too, more than that, you wanted to be with him all the time and repeat that day's dance all over. So, naturally, you stayed away from him as much as you could.

Being stuck in an aluminium box together was proving that keeping your distance had taken a toll on you, and all you wanted was to talk it out with him. After having sex with him again, obviously.

Quietly getting up and looking for the right door, you finally slide it open, not bothering to knock.

Ryan is laying on his back in the broader seat, legs stretched, awake. He pulls the headphones down, CKY blaring, and looks at you. "How can I help?"

"I’ve been thinking about you." Hopefully, annoyance shines through on your face, not wanting the confession to be read as affectionate. Sliding the door shut, you continue, "Show me how much you missed me."

Once more proving he's not a man who fucks around, Ryan pulls you to his lap by your arm and connects your lips. There's no shyness or hesitation this time. It's like drinking that first gulp of cold water when you were terribly thirsty, embarrassing how quickly you let out a satisfied hum.

Strong hands squeeze your ass as you stradle the thighs you had been dreaming about for weeks. In between kisses, his low voice comes back to haunt you with beautiful, filthy words. "There’s so many things I wanna do to you."

Not looking to hurt yourself either, you're determined to get what you came for and not listen to him too much, scared you'll fall under a spell or something. So you just kiss him again, but he insists. "Tell me, do you think of me and what we did when you're playing with yourself?"

The question throws you off because, yes, of course you do. How could you not, when it was the best you had in a long time and so good it made you wanna go back for more every single day. Ryan made you feel like a pervert, and the fact that he had the audacity to ask such a thing meant he knew the answer, wanting only to piss you off or make you say it.

It's so infuriating you end up releasing a grunt of frustration and pulling possibly too hard on his golden locks. That gives you an idea. He keeps talking, "Wow, I didn't know you were agonizing this bad. Why would you do that to yourself, sweetheart?"

He deserved it. You grab a handful of his beard and pull on it, not scared to hurt him. "Shut the fuck up, and stop pretending you haven't thought about me like that too. Are you gonna do something about it or what?"

If heat was the cataclyst for you the first time, now it's abstinence. Both dangerous fuels for two friends getting comfortable sleeping with each other.

Hugging you with his whole body and flipping you around so you're laying with your back on the leather seat, the throbbing in your core intesifies when thinking about how strong Ryan is, and how you'd let him man-handle you forever. If that was the only thing you could do for the rest of your days, you'd take it.

Your lips being stuck together isn't enough to contain your grunting and moaning. A little more aware that anyone could walk in on you, you slow down and Ryan stops.

"Is everything okay?" His constant concern is a new source of attraction for you.

"I’ve never done something like this before." You're ashamed, but his eyes are so comforting you feel okay sharing your insecurities right to them. "I know it's not, like, public but still. They're closer to us than last time. We got lucky once."

"We don't have to do this now, if you want. But I really, really want to. I'll take care of you, alright? If you get too loud. And I'll watch myself too." It was important to you that he understood you didn't want your friends to hear you, and respected you. "I need you to be quiet for me, can you do that?"

You nod, framing his neck with your arms. There's probably a silly look of affection, the one you wanted to avoid, in your eyes as you lean in to kiss him again. Luckily, that would soon be replaced by lust again, as Ryan's hands fly to the band of your sweatpants. If you did this a third time, you promised yourself you'd surprise him with a proper outfit, dressing up and picking out matching lingerie, for compensation.

He doesn't take them off yet, preferring to slide his fingers under your underwear and start working you slowly. You fight a moan, cursing yourself for not simply making a booty call earlier instead of waiting for the most complex situation to have sex with your friend again.

"You're so wet, already." Your eyes are shut and you're biting your lip, struggling to keep silent. "Princess, you're too nice to me."

Oh, the nickname is low.

Actually pulling your pants down now, he moves to start eating you out. Immediately, alarm sounds go off inside your head and you protest, "Ryan, no, please, they'll hear."

"Relax, I got you." He grabs your hand and places it on his head. "Whenever you feel like moaning, just pull."

Troublemaker.

It's one of the hardest things you ever had to do, swallowing every whimper and nearly drawing blood from your lips, at some point you even bite your tongue and pull on Ryan's hair to not curse out loud as well. His response nearly makes your blood boil, "Good girl, that's a good fucking girl." Did he have to be so good at it? Languidly, with a mouthful, slowly drinking you. It's overwhelming, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

You have no choice but to push him away from in between your legs. "I can't, it's too much." You're panting, he's grinning. "Alright, fucker, take your shirt off. You're gonna let me look at you this time."

There's weirdly enough room in this individual pod for him to stand up halfway and pull his shirt off, muscles flexing. God, his biceps are way too nice. Even those stupid dad rock musician bracelets look good on him. Eric Clapton, eat your heart out.

His pale chest is a little reddened, sweet eyes looking down at you and bulge in his pants more noticeable. Less shy, you keep your eyes on him, on your knees on the seat, and start removing your top. It wasn't too tight, and it was a long flight, so you opted to forego a bra. You swear you'll never forget the needy look on his face when he sees your breasts, uncovered and free.

He's pushing you back down on the seat, hands tangled in your hair, and you begin unbuckling his belt. He stops you.

"Princess." Chests heaving in synch, you're looking straight into each other's eyes, more intimate than you've ever been with anybody before. "I love this, but I want more. I want this every day. I want to come home to you. I want to tell the guys about you."

A shiver runs through your whole body, and you smile. Settling better under him, you whisper, still looking in his eyes and noses grazing, "Say you want me, and I'm yours."

"I want you." Voice never cracking, reassurance washing over you.

Brain, heart and cunt connected, you push him down flush to you with a hand on his back, kissing him as passionately as you could and begging for more.

Finally allowing you to take his pants off, Ryan expresses his concern for your well being again, and you tel him you're fantastic. It's true.

At first, it's as uncomfortable as it gets. The leather making too much noise and your ribs hitting the arm rest and hard walls of the jet too forcefully. You and Ryan manage to talk through it and figure out the best position. That being pretty much the same, but a pillow rested behind your back, both of you angled diagonally in the seat.

Your legs are as apart as they can be whilst wrapped around his waist, heels on the small of his back. His hands grip your waist and your neck, so you don't have too much wiplash from the movements.

After all that careful setting, he finally slides in you, and you bite his shoulder to avoid screaming. His length was fine, comfortable, but you were too sensitive because of all the build up. Surely how much you wanted this didn't help either. Or actually, it did, a lot. Ryan moves in and out of you with ease, throwing caution out the window. He convinces you he's not gonna last long so you gotta tough it out for now.

It's true, it doesn't last too long. You beg him to go faster, the noises of flesh hitting flesh worrying you, and when he randomly finds your G-spot, it's done. You clench around him, his hip thrust get out of synch and you move your hand to cover his mouth, predicting he'd scream your name again. Both of your bodies shake with the aftermath, exhausted and exhilirated.

Ryan takes a carry-on bag from his backpack, surprising enough that he even had one, and gives you a hand towel. You scrunch your face and he laughs. After cleaning up and putting back your clothes, he hands you a second blanket, eyes expectant. You take it, laying back down on the seat.

"I know what we just did, but I don't think there's actual room for both of us to sleep here."

"I guess you'll just have to sleep on top of me." He pinches your side, struggling to find space to lay on even after you press your body to the wall. He's shirtless, which you appreciate because it means you get to admire his bare arms longer.

"You know what this means, right?" You've already put your head on his chest, not too resistant to do it anyway. "If the guys wake up and we're the only ones not back out there."

"We can tell them we were playing UNO." You laugh genuinely at that, sounds exactly like something the two of you would say to get out of a shitshow. "I don't mind, do you?"

You lift your head up a little, chin resting where your cheek was seconds ago, and shake it. His hand brushes your hair behind your ear, holding your head for a second before he kisses the top of it. "Then we're good. Get some sleep."

When you do wake up, both somehow feeling jetlagged already, puffy faces probably turn red when the whole group sitting at the front part of the plane stares at you.

Johnny is standing, arms crossed in front of him, leaning sideways on one of the seats. "I mean, assaulting our ears like that twice in two weeks? That's really disrespectful."

You're mortified, getting even more nervous when Knoxville spews out something about payback and being glad you came along on the trip.

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