#I CAN'T EXPRESS HOW EXCITED AND HAPPY I AM

[rueclfer]

Ur event got me thinking you absolutely don't need to use this as part of the job fair but garbage man tomura 🤤🤤

You need to see the vision him in his neon vest sweaty and tired coming home to his work from home office girly girlfriend I can't decide if the dynamic is "let me shower you demon" and feral y/n or "go shower you stink" and "no I want a goddamn kiss"

I'm on such a tomura shigaraki kick lately I'm loving the job fair and the new tomura content and as always you're fucking amazing ruru 🙏🙏🫐

highkey i was so excited for this LMAO i needed something silly sooooo baaddd hi blooby this is damn near a self insert bc i am Pro Shower First or get hosed down in the front lawn

garbage man!tomura // job fair

event m.list

as you hear the door swing open and hit the wall behind it, you suddenly have the thought that you should’ve locked yourself in another room until you heard the shower running.

“tomu?” you call out from the kitchen.

there’s a brief moment of silence. you try to hear for clothes dropping onto the floor- hopeful that he’d listen to you and just leave his work uniform to be dealt with later. he’d get his kiss and everyone would be happy.

then he steps around the corner. uniform on, vest and gloves slung over his shoulder, and hair pulled up into a messy ponytail.

“no,” you warn, moving around the kitchen island for the distance.

“are you fucking serious right now?” he whines, moving around the island in which you proceed to follow around, leaving you two on opposing sides.

he gives you a deadpan expression, unbelieving of this cat and mouse game you’ve set up for yourselves in your kitchen.

“i told you i was,” you groaned, “i don’t want to kiss you right now. go shower and then i will after.”

“I just got off an eight hour shift. physical labor. in the sun. i deserve a kiss.”

you nod your head, “yes i agree, and i’ll give you a really good one when you’re clean.”

tomura is tempted to throw a glove in your direction and see how quickly you’d scurry away, but he could already see your fingertips twitching for the sink’s hose if he made any sudden movements.

you two are stuck in a staring contest for a minute, waiting for the other to make the next move. 

“just a kiss.”

“no.”

“hold your fucking breath if you have to,” he exasperated.

“take off your clothes.”

a beat of silence passes between you two.

tomura presses his lips together in a tight line. normally with a request like that, he doesn’t have to be asked twice, but with the current circumstances and how much you’ve irritated him today before even getting home from work, you’re at a standstill.

“come take them off for me,” he taunts.

you narrow your eyes at him as he shrugs his vest and gloves to the ground. tomura holds his arms out for you, motioning for you to come closer with a shit-eating smirk on his face knowing that he knows exactly how to lure you in.

you pout.

your boyfriend is a hard worker. he has to deal with your antics. he’s tired. he just wants some love.

you slowly move your way around the kitchen island, and let yourself touch his outreached hands. you interlock your fingers with his at arm's length, hoping that this bit of physical touch is enough to satiate him.

“is this good enough?” you mutter.

“yeah.” he smirks, “this is good.”

tomura’s grip tightens. you feel him tense up, but his smile never leaves his face. he suddenly jerks you into him in one movement that almost makes you trip over yourself. in a second, you’re engulfed into his arms, tightly held chest to chest, and locked in an embrace that leaves you screaming.

“looks like you’re getting in the shower with me,” he mutters in between your wails.

[sillydizzybxtches]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

FUCK ALLLLLLL OF Y'ALLLLLL!!! RENEÉ'S NEW ALBUM IS OTW. NEW ERA. I'M SO FUCKING READY FUCK ALL OF Y'ALL. MY DEPRESSION IS CURED I'M UP I WILL CLOCK ANYONE AND EVERYONE FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! BITE.ME!!

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER TWELVE POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: Slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"Do you not realize it? Do you... truly not see what this means?"

The next Destiny Bond update is in progress! ❄️✨ –> Check out the latest part here 🔷 –> New to the series? Follow from the start! 💜

[shark-yaoi]

i'm officially on testosterone!!! just finished doing my first dose [:

[loveanddeepspaceimagines]

Talking to your baby bump ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Zayne carefully arranged pillows to support your sleeping form before settling beside you on the bed, your baby bump now beneath the covers. His hand wandered to stroke gentle circles over the swell, awestruck as always by the miracle inside.

"Hey little one," he murmured softly so as not to wake you. "It's just you and me for a chat." A tiny fluttering kick met his palm, drawing a quiet chuckle.

"I want you to know how excited your dad is to meet you," he continued, voice full of wonder. "I'll teach you everything how to walk, talk...".

His eyes drifted to your peaceful expression, love swelling in his chest. "You're going to have the best mommy, you know. She's the kindest, bravest person I know." Brushing hair from your cheek, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

Turning attentions back to your unborn child, Zayne smiled. "I promise I'll support both of you no matter what. We're gonna have so much fun together, the three of us."

Caressing the bump once more, he whispered, "I love you so much already, little peanut. Can't wait to hold you in my arms."

As if in reply, a stronger fluttering pressed against his palm. Smile stretching ear to ear, he rested his head by your side, content to keep watch over his perfect little growing family.

You were curled up asleep on the couch, your baby bump pressing against the cushions as you rested. Rafayel came over quietly and knelt beside you, gently placing a hand on your stomach.

"Hey little one," he whispered softly so as not to wake you. "It's daddy."

He still couldn't believe there was life growing inside the woman he loved most. Your child wasn't even born yet and already he loved them fiercely.

"I just wanted to tell you how excited I am to meet you," he continued, rubbing gentle circles with his palm. "Your mommy and I have been waiting so long for this."

There was a flutter of movement under his hand and Rafayel's breath caught, overcome at even the smallest response. "I know you can't understand me yet, but I promise I'm going to be the best daddy."

Throughout your pregnancy so far, he had doted on your every need and craving. But in quiet moments like this, he also spoke his heart to your unborn baby through your belly.

"We're going to have so much fun learning and playing together. I'll teach you how to draw if you want!" He chuckled softly. "But most of all, I want you to know how much you are loved already, little one."

He placed a tender kiss to your abdomen resting his cheek there.

The evening sun slanted gently through the bedroom window as you slept, your soft breathing the only sound amid peaceful quiet. Xavier lay beside you, propped on an elbow while watching your belly rise and fall beneath his palm.

9 weeks along now, just the faintest swell showed your child's growth nestled safely within.

Leaning down, he placed a tender kiss to your belly through fabric before whispering, "Hey little one. It's Daddy. I know you can't hear me yet but I just wanted to say hi."

He scooped gentle circles with his hand, half expecting to feel answering flutters even this early. His heart swelled impossibly at the idea of hidden tiny fingers and toes taking shape, getting ready to greet him.

"I can't wait to meet you. Your mom and I will do everything to take care of you, keep you safe and loved."

"You'll know so much love, little peanut. We're going to be a perfect happy family together - just wait and see." Xavier sniffed, emotion rising in his voice. His eyes strayed reverently to your peaceful face.

"You're so lucky to have her as your mom. She's going to be the best." He murmured placing soft kiss to your stomach.

You had drifted off to sleep early in the evening, Sylus sat beside you on the couch, watching your peaceful slumber with a quiet smile.

His large hand drifted to rest gently against the swell of your abdomen, feeling the occasional flutter of tiny movements stirring within. His child, strong and spirited even now, responding to his touch.

"Hey there little one," Sylus murmured low, careful not to wake its mother. "It's just us guys for now. You keeping momma company in there?"

A curious prodding against his palm seemed to answer. His smile widened as he continued his one-sided conversation.

"You're going to turn our whole world upside down soon. But me and your mom, we can't wait to meet you. We'll teach you everything - how to walk, talk. Maybe how to wrestle if you're up for it."

Soft chuckling accompanied the mental image before growing serious once more. "Most of all, we'll make sure you know how much you're loved. No matter what."

His fngertips traced soothing patterns over stretched skin, voice dropping lower. "We'll be here for you always, little crow. Me and your mom against the world."

Glancing once more at your sleeping form, he placed a tender kiss to your belly. "Be good to your mom, you hear? See you real soon, little one."

©loveanddeepspaceimagines 2024

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Hope you enjoyed reading this peace! Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated. I'm hoping i can find mutuals in lads fandom! Thank you for reading!

[nijuukoo]

It feels surreal to see this out there, in the wild, and being played by real people. It feels like a dream--a crazy fever dream that's been going on for years and now Date Everything! is officially live on all platforms, and I am so immensely proud of everyone involved in this game ♥

This is Sassy Chap Games' first project, and I could not be more humbled to be a part of it. Everyone poured their soul, their excitement and humour into this. This isn't just a dating sim; it's one giant love letter to creative passion, to artistry, and to self-expression. It's a celebration of artists and creators of all forms and backgrounds, from programmers to writers, from artists to cosplayers, and from musicians to voice actors.

Long thank you ahead, as well as character spoilers if you wanna go in blind!!

I wanna give a huge, immense thank you to my art team: Tay, Pejnt, Renoni, Elle, Debz, Palea, Cael, Helly, Nick, Mel and Shenae. This game is jam packed with so much beautiful hand-drawn artwork, and I'm so lucky to have worked with such incredible artists to complete all those gigantic spreadsheets of assets TuT Thank you all for all your hard work. I love that I can recognise who did what based on the styles, and I’m so happy that people will see your uniqueness in this project.

A big shout out to Jay, our 3D modeler, and Clara, our animator, who are so incredibly skilled at what they do. The house is beautiful, as is the world outside, and you both did such a wonderful job giving all the Dateables a roof to live in, and a cosy world for the players to roam. For a game that takes place in one location, you’ve made it feel like a whole world.

The characters would not be complete without the creative minds of the writing/narrative team. William Hinz, Jay Choi, Souha, Logan Burdick, Brendan Blaber, Dom Dinh, Devin Connelly, TJ Young, Nick Thurston, Sam Ortiz, Julia McIlvaine, Ray, Robbie, Amanda--oh god i know im missing a handful Q_Q but damn, the amount of work and creativity needed to create so many branching stories, endings, and weaving together relationships amongst various characters--that's such a feat that I was lucky enough to see develop behind the scenes <3 I can't wait to play the game myself to find out how the stories have changed and ended up--it's a very funny feeling to be involved in the game so intimately and yet i still only know about 10% of the characters’ full stories, and I know i'm going to be surprised when I play through this myself XD.

Thank you to our composer and maestro, Garrett Williamson, and his team of music masters--the OST is absolutely incredible, so unique, and mind-blowing to know that all our dateables have their own theme that's beautifully reflective of their personalities, theme and stories even without needing to see them. You are insane at what you do, and i know you and i can volley compliments back and forth until the end of time, but I get the last word on this blog: you are an absolute beast at music, sir, and I can't wait for the rest of the world to know your big music brain.

All of these amazing assets would just remain a big ol’ pile of assets if it weren’t for the incredible dedication, time, and energy of our programming team headed by Thiago Moreira. You and Sam Reinhart are so crucial to making this happen, for piecing things together, for making things move and animate, and for fixing all the bugs as they arise. Oh my god, all the bugs. You guys are some of the chillest people I’ve ever met, and y’all been such a rock for everyone when things go awry.

A shout out to Greg Batha and “MsMinotaur” Adriel. This game literally would not have gotten off the ground without you two at the very beginning. Y’all the OG team, and I am so happy I got to meet the two people who built the launch pad that started this whole thing.

To the producers, and the brains behind this crazy game--Ray Chase, Robbie Daymond, Max Mittelman, and Amanda Hufford--You guys are absolute legends. Thank you for so many years of pitching the game, and keeping the idea alive through the blurry years that was 2019-2022. It's crazy to think how I first knew y'all as game characters from FFXV almost ten years ago, and now you guys are game producers. Amanda, you are such a fun energy to be around, and it was so incredible working with you on your characters (Thank you again for the big brain behind Eddie and Volt--I will never get over them.) Thank you for your voices, your writing, the long hours, the organisation, and for keeping everything so exciting! Y'all form the absolute bedrock of this thing. Thank you for believing in the team, and weathering through the obstacles to keep this party going. this would not have come to fruition without you guys at our backs.

I love all of you, and i know this is just the beginning ❤️

[gotta-winwin]

OT13 Reaction -- to you showing up at their work

masterlist

SCOUPS: his first instinct is that something is wrong. rushes up to you with worry in his eyes and asks if everything is okay. brightens into a big smile when you tell him you just wanted to see him! excuses himself from practice to join you for lunch before dropping you back home. it hurts that he has to leave you to go back to work but your surprise has rejuvenated him.

JEONGHAN: smirks to hide how unbelievably happy he is to see you. makes fun of you, asking if you really missed him that much?? it's only noon, baby. miss me already? gets flustered when you say yes. pulls you into whatever shenanigan he's cooking up with the members.

JOSHUA: is a little shy to interact with you properly in front of the members. whines when they make fun of him for looking at you with such loving eyes. pulls you to the side to express how grateful he is that you came to surprise him at work.

JUN: initially upset he even had to work on a day off, your presence cheered him up so much! feels his energy coming up just from seeing you. drags you over to meet his members, bragging about how he has a wonderful gf and they do not.

HOSHI: cannot stop looking at you during practice. it's the only time the other members see him distracted during work, esp during dancing. he just can't help it - how can he work when you're right there?? rushes to you immediately once break is called.

WONWOO: is very flustered and caught off guard that you're here. chides you for making the trip over here, saying you could've just called him if you missed him sm. shows his appreciation through actions, leaving practice early to show you around, taking you out on a date after.

WOOZI: he's so in the zone he doesn't notice you've entered his studio until your arms are around him. flinches thinking you're Hoshi coming to annoy him, but melts into your arms once he realizes its you. apologizes that he still has to finish a couple more songs, orders you food and dessert so you can be comfy while waiting. gets inspiration for his lyrics just by seeing you sit there.

THE8: is so happy you're here. although he tries his best keeping his cool in front of his members, he can't help but giggle every time he sees you're acc here. death stares every member that tries bothering you, claiming that you're here for him, not them. (¬⤙¬ )

MINGYU: eats up all the attention. brags to his members openly about how lucky he is that he has a girlfriend who surprises him at work! brags even more when you pull out food you ordered for them all. nags until all the members thank you profusely, making you flush under the amount of attention.

DK: screeches when he sees you within company walls. you look so out of place here! but so pretty! AH! his brain fries a bit, clinging onto you as he tells you he never expected you to show up at his work. is sosososo excited to show you exactly what he does as an idol.

SEUNGKWAN: becomes the coolest idol persona ever the moment he sees you're here. he's trying his hardest to impress you like - yes bby this is how i usually am at work, so cool right? - introduces you to EVERYONE possible. knocking on enhypen's door? yes. showing you to the manager? yes. the building janitor? you're saying hi to him too.

VERNON: his face turns SO red the moment the members point out you're here. gets all shy (the 218 bro vlive with DK) and hides behind his jacket/beanie. cannot say more than 5 words to you the entire time, knowing he'll malfunction and forget about working. expresses how grateful and loved he feels once you guys gets home.

DINO: solidifies in his mind that he IS the main character. parades you around to show everyone he has a gf!! clings onto you the whole time - basically gets nothing done the whole day. it's like he can't be more than 2 feet away from you or he'll die. you end up getting a text for S.Coups telling you you can't come back or else Dino will never get anything done.

[goorgeousz]

hi lovely I was yapping about this in the comments of the lipstick stain fic and now I can't stop thinking about reader who does embroidery and knitting and crocheting and a continuation of the kisses fic where she embroiders the kiss marks for him and ugh just pure fluff and reader making him sweaters and maybe for Christmas she makes the whole BAU sweaters personalized to their personalities and like Hotch and readers apartment is covered in crocheted blankets and stuff?? that would be so sweet (you obviously aren't obligated to do any request 🫶)

anyways yeah I can't stop thinking about that and you're like my favorite writer on here 😭

thank you for reading this babes mwah

kiss & needles| aaron hotchner

part two of lipstick stain

pairing: aaron hotchner x fbi!non-bau!reader summary: you learn the art of sewing and the bau team is your first victim. part two of lipstick stain content/tw: none! just fluff <3 word count: 1.1k a/n: hello my dearest !!!! i am a yapper #4life, so just know i was crazy excited for this request since the moment i saw it!!!! i absolutely loved your idea, and i can picture it perfectly 😭 i wanted to write more but i’m in my finals week and it’s currently taking my will to live. and now more importantly: thank you SO much for that, i keep rereading and it makes me emotional every time! you’re so kind, i absolutely love seeing your @ pop up, and once again thank you for the request and those sweet words! truly hope you enjoy this one, sending you much love 💗🪽 dividers by @uzmacchiato masterlist part one

It all started as a joke.

You and Aaron were exchanging Valentine's day gifts, on the rare occasion of him being home for a holiday. Since the main event was the romantic getaway, the gift-giving was merely symbolic. Sweet little cards and something silly to combine. And that was exactly what he expected when you handed him a pink box, tied in an overly big and dramatic red bow, giggling like crazy, your eyes sparkling with amusement and anticipation.

He arched an eyebrow, with that skeptical smirk of his and opened the box carefully not to ruin your wrapping-work. But, as soon as he glanced at it, your giggles turning into a whole fit of laughter, his world stopped.

Because, covered with little paper hearts, was one button-up white shirt just like the other 100 on his closet, but with a kiss shaped embroidery on the right side of the collar.

Not realizing the shift in his expression, you just kept laughing. “Get it? Because of the kisses…”  but before you could finish your explanation – that was completely unnecessary, of course he’d got it –, Aaron looked at you, his expression blank.

“Did you do this?” his voice was low, weak. All the laughter in your body vanished, and you felt yourself getting shyer. Maybe it was too silly.

“Y-yeah. It’s not really a gift, I know. I thought it would be funny. It’s a little crooked, I know, but if…”

He interrupted you once again, but not with words this time. In a matter of two steps he closed the distance between your bodies, his arms engulfing you in a tight hug. He buried his face on your neck, giving you hundreds of kisses, and you laughed in relief.

“I loved it. I can’t believe you did this.” he said, his lips barely stopped kissing you to mutter the words. You were blushing under his attention, “The shirt was really cheap. Not like those fancy ones you use.” you explained, cringing at yourself.

“I loved it.” Aaron repeated, firmer. He removed his face from your neck to face you, staring at you with that foundess that always left you weak on the knees. “I had no idea you knew how to sew.”

You chuckled “I didn’t. But I’ve been having lots of lonely nights.” you give him a mock pointy look, to which he just chuckled, leaning in and kissing you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” he said, looking once again at his new gift — which he was still clutching with his fists — so happy you doubted he felt that bad about your free time.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

What started as a joke turned into your own free — not really — therapy.

When a case went wrong and you found yourself so injured you had to stay at home for a month, you found yourself close to climbing the walls — that’s it, if you could stand by yourself.

The fact that you had just moved in with Hotch a couple months before that was just pure luck. Even though he spent most of the time at the BAU, he made a little more effort to come home at normal hours — even though it meant having files spreaded on the dining table and unfinished reports on every possible surface — which was only a plus.

You found out that not spending more than half of your day hunting criminals was rather boring, and there wasn’t much you could do alone that didn’t involve the use of your legs. Also, Jack didn’t get back from school until late, and by that time he wasn’t interested in much besides tv shows and his homework.

So you decided to pick up a new hobby: movie watching and every form of sewing you could think of. It wasn’t long before you mastered the art of embroidery, knitting and even – but not as good – crocheting. Aaron, ever the gentlemen, got you all kinds of needles, yarns and threads, which made the weeks fly by quicker than you thought.

Which also helped was Hotch’s teammates, who took it their side mission to entertain you, specially when Aaron found himself lost between paperwork and meetings. They stopped by your place, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups, always bringing something: food, wine, puzzles, books and gossip.

You usually hated being babied, but the way they cared and respected you made you feel even better. Now you understood why your boyfriend was so protective of them: they were family. And when you finally got better, before you started working, you made your way up to the BAU’s floor with Aaron by your side holding a bag full of gifts.

If you weren’t so excited to hand them their gifts – one sweater each, knitted by your own hands –, you definitely would’ve noticed the mischievous glint on his eyes. He almost giggled when you mentioned that you hoped everyone was already there. 

When you crossed the glass doors to the bullpen you heard a collective yell of “surprise” that had you yelping and jumping in surprise, finding his team gathered with pastries, a breakfast platter and a cake with a ‘welcome back’ written in frosting.

“I had a lot of free time. Also, it’s a thank you gift. You made this last month much more bearable.” you explained when they opened their gifts.

“A little more spoiling and she would’ve faked an injury to stay home.” Aaron joked, nudging your waist.

“I’m sorry if looking at dead bodies doesn’t feel as appealing to me as lying on a king sized bed, reading books and eating homemade italian food.” you explained, rolling your eyes.

“Please don’t give too many details about our boss’ bed.” Morgan teased, although his smirk showed he was very willing to hear it.

“Speak for yourself.” Emily chimed in, “Also, this is amazing. I can’t believe you managed to knit all of this.”

“You have no idea. I even ended up crocheting some clothes for myself. I can show you later, they turned out really cute.” you offered.

“Oh, oh! Have you seen that crochet white dress that’s viral…” Garcia asked, excitedly waving her hands to gesture.

“The backless one? With that flower attached? So gorgeous.” JJ groaned, glancing up like she was seeing it. 

“Yes, I’ve learnt how to do it. It’s really not that hard.” you explained, blushing “I am now on a mission to refresh my own wardrobe.”

“And luckily for me,” Aaron joined, his voice sarcastic “she gets to choose the exact length, or lack thereof, of her clothes.” The whole team laughed at that, Rossi and Morgan tapping his shoulder in sympathy.

Between jokes that you were now completely used to – even becoming a part of it, sometimes –, the morning went by, and more than ever you felt at home with them. And a few weeks later, when the team left for a case the next winter, you almost melted at the picture Aaron – now your husband – sent you. All of them on a police station, coffee, bagels and files scattered on the office table, smiling and showing off their sweaters: the very ones you gave them.

taglist: all hotch @winyourheartemma all cm @s0urw00lf @deeninadream @khxna

[bangtanbeom]

⋆˚࿔ perfect match 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨♡୧ part one / part two / part three / part four / part five ୨♡୧

pairing: rentalbf!soobin x fem!reader genre: fluff, comedy? (debatable), fake dating au summary: desperate to escape your friends matchmaking, a small lie spirals out of control. soobin—your charming, professional, rental boyfriend—the perfect answer. but what if the hardest part won't be fooling your friends and your ex? what if it’s reminding your own heart it's all fake? w/c: ~3k warning: not entirely proofread, fluff (might be cringe), an attempt at humor. a/n: hi! welcome to another story (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ i had this idea for years and recently i've been reading so many fake dating webtoons and it motivated me to finally start writing this one! and i thought soobin would be a perfect fit for the perfect boyfriend image. i'm excited how this one will turn out! enjoy <3

the cafe buzzed with chatter, the scent of vanilla lattes and fresh pastries filling the air. you stirred your iced coffee absentmindedly, half-listening to your friend's conversation—until mina leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"so," she said, tapping her nails against the table. "i met this amazing guy at the gym last week. tall, sweet, works in finance. you have to meet him."

you sighed, already knowing where this was going. "mina, no."

"oh, come on!" jia chimed in, nudging your arm. "you ghosted every guy after the blind dates and you're rarely out of the house since you got dumped. it's been months!"

"and i'm fine with that," you said, though the words tasted hollow even to you.

mina scoffed. "liar. you've been buried in work, and your idea of fun friday night is rewatching 'reply 1988' alone. again."

you opened your mouth to argue, but jia cut in before you. "just one more blind date. if you hate him, we'll never bring it up again."

a headache was forming between your temples. you loved your friends, but their relentless matchmaking was exhausting, and you knew they would definitely bring it up again. before you could think better of it, the words tumbled out.

"i am seeing someone."

silence.

mina's spoon clattered against her cup. jia's eyes widened.

"what?" they said in unison.

your stomach dropped. you hadn't planned this—there was no name, no face, just the desperate need to make them stop.

jia recovered first. "since when? who is he? why haven't you mentioned him before?"

"it's... new," you hedged, scrambling for details. "we're taking it slow."

they exchanged glances, and you braced yourself for interrogation—but then mina's expression softened. "well... we're happy for you. seriously."

jia nodded. "but you have to bring him to the dinner next week. you know, the one where he might show up."

your ex. the one who'd made you feel small, replaceable. the reason you'd taken a break from dating in the first place.

a cold knot formed in your chest. you couldn't show up alone. you weren't ready to face him, especially when you were still hurt.

"of course," you heard yourself say. "he'll be there."

as your friends cheered, your mind raced.

what have i just done?

you had exactly eight days to find the perfect boyfriend.

and he didn't even exist.

the moment you stepped into your apartment, the weight of your lie crashed down on you.

eight days.

eight days to produce a boyfriend out of thin air—one charming enough to convince your friends everything's going well, impressive enough to make your ex regret everything, and believable enough to not get caught in your own web.

you groaned and face-planted onto the couch.

"this is a disaster."

your phone buzzed. a text from mina.

mina: can't wait to meet your mystery man! tell me everything about him!!

you stared at the screen, your fingers hovering uselessly over the keyboard. what could you say? that your imaginary boyfriend was tall? kind? had a nice voice? that was all you had—vague traits you'd daydreamed about but had never actually found in real life.

you typed back:

you: haha i'll tell you more later!

and immediately threw your phone across the couch like it had burned you.

the next morning, you dragged yourself to work, dark circles under your eyes from a night spent spiraling. your coworker, yeonjun, took one look at you and whistled.

"wow. who died?"

"my dignity," you muttered, slumping into your chair.

he rolled his chair closer, intrigued. "okay, drama queen. spill."

you hesitated. but yeonjun was the king of bad decisions—if anyone had advice on digging yourself out of a hole, it was him.

so you told him.

his eyebrows shot up. then burst out laughing.

"oh my god. you actually told them you had a boyfriend?"

"shut up." you hissed, glancing around the office. "i panicked!"

yeonjun wiped a tear from his eye. "okay, okay. so just... find a guy to pretend for one night. easy."

you blinked. "easy?"

"yeah! get a friend to do it. or—" his eyes lit up. "oh! rent one."

you stared at him. "a boyfriend?"

"yeah! it's a thing. there are, like, agencies for that. super professional." he pulled out his phone. "look, here's one—'perfect match rentals.' they specialize in fake dates, events, all that."

your stomach twisted. was this really your only option?

yeonjun smirked. "unless you wanna tell them you lied?"

you shuddered. no. absolutely not. they'd never let you live it down. you already dug the hole for yourself—too deep. and let's not start about your ex.

with a deep breath, you nodded.

"fine. let's rent me a boyfriend."

yeonjun swiped through his phone with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store. "okay, let's see what we've got here. perfect match rentals—professional, discreet, and way too many good-looking guys."

you leaned over his shoulder, squinting at the screen. the agency's website was sleek, polished and slightly intimidating. rows of profiles stared back at you—smiling, smoldering, some even holding puppies for maximum charm.

"this feels illegal," you muttered.

yeonjun scoffed. "illegal would be if we were hiring a hitman. this is just... strategic dating."

you shot him a look.

he grinned. "relax. think of it like ordering food. you're just picking the perfect dish for the occasion."

you sighed. "fine. let's see the menu."

yeonjun tapped the first profile. "ooh, check out jackson. 29, business man, speaks three languages. his tagline is literally: 'impress your collegues—or your ex.'"

you squinted at the photo of a sharp-jawed man in a tailored suit. "he looks like he owns a yacht."

"exactly! your ex would hate that."

"yeah, but he also looks like he'd side-eye me for using the wrong fork."

yeonjun snorted. "okay, fair. next!" he swiped. "oh! jaeyun. 25, specialty: 'the kind your mom would love to.' look at his smile! he probably bakes cookies."

you tilted your head. "he's cute, but..."

"but what?"

"i don't need a golden retriever in human form. my ex would think i downgraded to a puppy."

yeonjun groaned. "you're impossible." swipe. "alright, how about taehyung? 27, 'mysterious artist' vibe. look at that smolder."

in the photo, a brooding guy in all black stared moodily at the camera, a paintbrush behind his ear.

you deadpanned. "i don't need my fake boyfriend giving me cryptic one-word answers all night."

"ugh, fine." yeonjun scrolled furter, muttering. "sweet but not boring, handsome but not intimidating, confident but not arrogant..." then he froze.

"oh."

you frowned. "what?"

he turned the screen toward you.

the profile photo showed a guy with soft, warm eyes and a dimpled smile that felt like spring. he wasn't posing dramatically—just leaning against a cafe chair, looking at the camera like he already knew you.

name: soobin age: 24 specialty: the boyfriend experience

your breath caught.

yeonjun's voice dropped to a whisper. "damn."

you swallowed. "he's..."

"exactly what you need," yeonjun finished, grinning.

you hesitated. "but what if he's too good? what if my friends think i'm lying because there's no way someone like him would date me?"

yeonjun rolled his eyes. "first of all, rude to yourself. second—that's the point. he's supposed to make it believable." he tapped the screen. "look at his reviews. five star across the board. 'made my parents adore him.' 'had my ex seething with jealousy.' 'felt like a real relationship.'

you bit your lip.

yeonjun smirked. "so... should i book him?"

you took a deep breath.

"do it."

yeonjun's fingers flew across his phone screen with terrifying enthusiasm. "aaand—booked." he grinned at you, satisfied. "you're officially getting a fake boyfriend."

your stomach flipped. "wait, already? what did you even put in the request?"

"relax," he said, waving his phone. "just the basics—dinner with friends, ex will be there, need someone to make you look like the ultimate glow-up." he scrolled through the confirmation email. "oh, and he'll meet you tomorrow at 6 PM to go over details."

you nearly choked. "tomorrow?!"

yeonjun shrugged. "professionalism, baby. this guy doesn't mess around."

you groaned, dragging your hands down your face. "i can't believe i'm doing this.

"believe it," yeonjun said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "by the time next week, your ex will be crushed, your friends will be shocked, and you—" he poked your cheek. "—will owe me big for saving your ass."

you swatted him away, but a nervous laugh escaped. "this is either going to be the best decision of my life or a spectacular disaster."

yeonjun winked. "best part? either way, it'll be entertaining. for me."

the glow of your phone screen was the only light in the darkened room, casting long shadows across the piled of discarded clothing thrown over your bed. you stared at the text from mina, the words blurring as your eyes burned from lack of sleep.

mina: omg he said yes?? so he's coming? super funn!

you tossed the phone aside with a groan, letting it sink into the sea of fabric surrounding you. the digital clock on your nightstand ticked over to 1:18 AM, the red numbers glowing in the darkness.

"this is ridiculous," you muttered to the empty room, flopping back onto the mattress. a misplaced coat hanger stabbing into your shoulder, and you batted it away with more force than necessary.

the ceiling fan spun lazy circles above you as your mind raced through the same exhausting loop it had been stuck in for hours.

outfit. story. backstory. cancellation.

a nervous laugh bubbled up as you imagines explaining this to someone.

i'll be meeting my fake boyfriend tomorrow to plan our fake relationship for a dinner where my very real ex will be watching.

your phone buzzed again.

yeonjun: stop overthinking and go to sleep. you have a hot date tomorrow.

you scowled at the message.

you: it's NOT a date. it's a business meeting.

yeonjun: sure. whatever helps you sleep at night.

you rolled onto your stomach, burying your face in a pillow that smelled faintly of fabric softener and regret. the scent reminded you of laundry day, which reminded you of chores, which reminded you of all the very normal, very boring things you should be worrying about instead of this elaborate charade.

the sweater you'd tried on earlier—the soft cream one with the delicate embroidery at the collar—laid crumpled near your feet. it had been the frontrunner before the great wardrobe purge of midnight. classy but casual. approachable but put together. the perfect 'i didn't try too hard but still want to make a good impression' outfit.

not that you were trying to impress anyone.

except, well.

you groaned again, louder this time, as if the sound could exorcise the butterflies staging a rebellion in your stomach.

a glance at the clock. 1:37 AM

with a sudden burst of determination, you sat up and grabbed your laptop. the screen flared to life, illuminating your tired face in the dark room.

"backstory," you muttered to yourself, fingers hovering over the keys. "we need a believable backstory."

the blank document stared back at you, cursor blinking expectantly.

how did we meet?

your fingers tapped out possibilities:

coffee shop (cliche)

mutual friends (vague)

work connection (too easy to fact check)

you deleted them all with a frustrated backspace barrage.

the reality of what you were doing settled over you like a heavy blanket. you were about to pay a stranger to pretend care about you. to look at you with affection that wasn't real. to spin lies so convincing your closest friends would believe them.

your fingers stilled on the keyboard.

maybe you should cancel.

the thought brought both relief and a strange pang of disappointment. you could text yeonjun right now, tell him to call it off. you'd face the teasing from your friends, sure, but at least you wouldn't be living this lie.

your phone buzzed again, startling you.

unknown number: hi, this is soobin from perfect match. looking forward to meeting you tomorrow at 6. let me know if you have any special requests for our backstory.

your breath caught.

he texted like a normal person. no corporate speak, no weird formality.

you stared at the message, thumbs hovering over the screen. what did one say to their rented significant other?

looking forward to being fake-dating you?

before you could overthink it, you typed:

you: hi! likewise, no special requests—just need to survive dinner with my ex.

you hit sent before you could second-guess yourself, then immediately cringed.

"survive dinner with my ex?" you muttered. "what are you, twelve?"

the three dots appeared almost immediately.

soobin: ah, the classic revenge fake-dating scenario. don't worry. i've got plenty of experience making exes regret their life choices.

a surprised laugh escaped you

you: that's weirdly comforting.

soobin: that's what i'm here for. see you tomorrow. try to get some sleep.

you stared at the message, something warm yet nerve-wrecking feeling unfurling in your chest. maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

closing the laptop, you finally turned off the light. outside the window, the city hummed its nighttime lullaby, and for the first time that evening, your mind grew quiet too.

tomorrow would come, with all its complications and charades. but for now, in the dark, you let yourself imagine—just for a moment—what might feel like to have someone like soobin, just someone in general, look at you like you were the only person in the room.

even if it was all pretend.

the cafe was too bright.

that was your first thought as you hovered outside the entrance, fingers nervously adjusting the strap of your bag for the twelfth time in two minutes. the afternoon sun glinted off the glass windows, making the entire establishment look like it was under a spotlight—which, of course, only amplified your growing sense of dread.

this was a mistake.

you checked your phone again. 5:58 PM. two minutes early.

your stomach twisted.

you could still leave. you should leave. this whole thing was absurd. who hired a boyfriend? who pretended to be in a relationship just to save face in front of their ex?

you... apparently.

with a deep breath, you pushed open the door.

the scent of roasted coffee beans and warm pastries wrapped around you as you stepped inside. it was cozy—wooden tables, soft jazz playing in the background, the low hum of conversations. a few people glanced up as you entered, and you immediately stiffened, suddenly hyper-aware of how out of place you felt.

was it obvious why you were here?

you swallowed hard and scanned the room.

then you saw him.

soobin.

he was sitting near the back, one hand curled around a coffee cup, the other tapping idly on his phone. he looked... normal.

not in a bad way. just—human?

no flashy suit, no over-the-top charm oozing from his posture. just a guy in a soft-looking sweater, his hair slightly messy like he'd run a hand through it one too many times.

and then he looked up.

your breath hitched.

his eyes—warm, brown, kind—met yours, and for a second, you forgot how to move.

then he smiled.

not a practiced, customer-service smile. not a smirk. just a small, genuine tilt of his lips, like he was happy to see you.

it threw you off completely.

you forced your legs to work, weaving through the tables until you stood awkwardly in front of him.

"hi," you said, voice slightly too high. "you're soobin, right?"

he nodded, setting his phone down. "yeah. and you must be my date for next weekend."

his voice was deeper than you expected. calm. steady.

you nodded, then realized you were just standing there like an idiot.

"right. yeah. should i—" you gestured awkwardly at the chair across from him.

"please," he said, motioning for you to sit.

you did, gripping the edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping you from floating away.

it lasted approximately three seconds.

three agonizing seconds where you stared at your hands, at the table, at the wall behind him—anywhere but at him—while he just... waited. patient. unfazed.

finally, you blurted out:

"this is weird."

soobin blinked. then, to your surprise, he laughed—a soft, warm sound.

"yeah," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "it kind of is."

the honestly caught you off guard.

"you're not going to pretend this is totally normal?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he shrugged. "would you believe me if i did?"

"...no."

"exactly." he took a sip of his coffee. "so. let's just acknowledge it's weird, and then move on."

you exhaled, shoulders loosening slightly. "okay. yeah. that helps."

another silence.

"so," you tried again, "how long have you been, uh, doing this?"

"renting myself out as a fake boyfriend?"

you cringed. "when you say it like that, it sounds bad."

he grinned. "about a year. mostly for events like this—dinners, parties, the occasional family gathering."

"do you... like it?"

"it pays well," he said simply. then, after a pause, "and sometimes, it's nice. helping people out, i mean."

you studied him. there was something in his tone—not quite sadness, but... understanding. like he got why someone would do this.

"so," he said, setting his cup down, "tell me about this dinner."

you sighed, rubbing your temples. "right. okay. so my ex is going to be there—"

"right, yes. revenge."

you shot him a look. "it's not revenge. it's just... a lie that got out of hand." you trailed off.

"sounds like revenge." he supplied, smirking.

you groaned. "fine. maybe a little."

he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "i'm listening."

and so you explained—the lie, your friends, the never-ending blind dates, the way your stomach churned at the thought of showing up alone while he got to parade around with his new girlfriend—the same girl he had cheated on you with.

soobin nodded along, his expression shifting between amusement and something softer—sympathy, maybe.

when you finished, he hummed. "okay. so we need a backstory."

"right."

"how did we meet?"

you hesitated. "i was thinking... coffees shop?"

he raised an eyebrow. "like this?"

"too obvious?"

"a little." he tapped his fingers against the table. "what about... a bookstore? you were reaching for the same book, we got to talking..."

you blinked. "that's... actually kind of cute."

"i have my moments," he said dryly, but there was a playful glint in his eyes.

"okay, bookstore it is," you agreed, "and we've been dating for...?"

"two months. long enough to be serious, not so long that it's weird they haven't met me yet."

you nodded, scribbling notes in your phone like this was some kind of bizarre business meeting.

"what do i do for work?" he asked.

"something impressive but not too impressive," you mused. "graphic designer?"

"perfect. and you?"

"same as real life. marketing."

he grinned. for the first time since you'd walked in, your shoulders loosened. maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

as you wrapped up the details—favorite foods, pet peeves, how you like your coffee—you caught yourself laughing at something he said.

laughing.

with your fake boyfriend.

the absurdity of it all hit you again, but this time, it didn't feel like panic. it felt like... fun.

soobin leaned back in his chair, studying you with an amused expression. "you're not as nervous anymore."

you blinked. "i'm not?"

"nope. your shoulders dropped about ten minutes ago."

you hadn't even noticed.

"guess you're just that good at your job," you muttered.

he smiled—not the polite one from earlier but something warmer. "or maybe you're just not as awkward as you think you are."

you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile.

"so," he said, finishing the last of his coffee, "we good for next week?"

you took a deep breath. "yeah. we're good."

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Body Swap - The Exorcism Part Three

WOW IT HAS BEEN A WHILE! but im glad to be posting this again :) hope y'all are as excited to see it again as I am to make it again!

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SUMMARIZED ID: Reigen sees the spirits in the living room, unintentionally zapping them with his powers. He's shocked for a moment, then recovers and threatens them as he typically does. Mob reflects on how it's scary that he can't see the spirits. His percentage goes up to 60%. Reigen does a special move, but it makes a huge explosion. As the dust clears, Reigen looks shocked.

FULL ID:

Page One:

Reigen looks suspiciously at the corner of the room where he just heard a whooshing noise. Then he gasps, getting into a defensive stance and backing up against Mob. His powers flare up, shown as gradients with hexagonal marks and crisscross lines around his head and hands. He addresses the spirits angrily: "I know you're there! come out, evil spirits!". Mob turns around with a surprised expression, looking down at Reigen. The next two panels show Mob staring blankly at Reigen, then looking around nervously. On the far wall, the wallpaper is suddenly ripped into two long claw-like lines. Reigen points to it, his finger extending slightly out of the panel. "There!" he shouts.

Page Two:

From Reigen's extended finger a large bolt of psychic energy is blasted out to the wall. It's shown as a white explosive burst of energy with the word "zap!" on the trail, and "crack!" when it hits the wall. The energy from the blast blows back Mob and Reigen's hair. Both of them shut their eyes. Mob covers his face with his forearms. Psychic energy is shown around Reigen's head and hand. The next panel shows them still in their defensive positions, but now Reigen is lowering his finger and his energy is fading. They both look up, Mob with slight surprise and Reigen pulling his hands to his chest, mouth drawn in a fine line and eyes wide. The wall is shown, now more banged up and sizzling with smoke coming off of it. Reigen stares up at the damage, eyes wide. "Wow, that was..." he says, then trails off and looks to the side nervously/awkwardly, his hair is messy and he has a sweat drop on his cheek. He then gets into a pose with his arms up and fingers outstretched, he says: "That was only a small taste of what I can do! So just make it easy on yourselves and come out!" Immediately, he flinches and backs up into Mob's front as there is a wooshing effect that heads towards him. His powers flare up. Mob looks down at Reigen, eyebrows raised. "Master?" He asks. "Are you seeing something?"

Page Three:

From a high camera angle, we see Reigen still in his defensive position, looking at thin air from Mob's perspective. His speech bubble reads: "..." Mob still looks down at Reigen, brows drawn slightly together now. He thinks to himself: "Not being able to see what's making master so alert... is actually..." A close up shot of his eyes, a worry line under one of them with the background dark. "King of scary..." Mob's percentage raises to 60%. The next panel shows Reigen again at the center, with Mob being in the background up to his slightly parted mouth, his eyes no longer shown. Reigen lowers his hands a bit and says: "So, that's your plan, huh? Well,..." He flips back the side of his PJ shirt and reaches into his pocket, there is a pouch of salt inside. His powers flare as he exclaims "You won't get the chance!" He claps his salt-covered palms together and the effect showing his powers gets darker and more prominent around his hands and head. He glares, hands still together and says: "I'm going to send you back to the Ozone Layer."

Page Four:

Salt splashes down onto his sneakers before Reigen executes his special move. The next panel is highly detailed with motion lines and shading, similar to the "special move" drawings in the Mob Psycho anime. Reigen is doing a roundhouse kick, one hand in a fist and another splayed out with an intense open-mouthed expression. His kick is shown in an arch with salt spraying in it's wake. Bolts of lightning decorate the background, splaying out alongside dark action lines from his face. The words "PSYCHIC ROUNDHOUSE" are at the bottom of the panel. The text box reads: "This is one of Reigen's special moves, where he dribbles salt on his shoes then sprays it at his opponents with a powerful roundhouse kick; now with the aid of his student's psychic abilities." The next panel shows a massive explosion. Clouds of dust obscure Reigen in the next three panels, getting lesser as the panels progress. Reigen coughs, hand up to his mouth and eyes shut. Then he slowly lowers his hand and coughs a little more as he peeks open one eye. In the final panel, he gasps and both of his eyes go wide, mouth agape, and hair blowing back from his face due to his power's flaring up once again.

END ID.

[ironicallyenraptured]

Oh the first love of an orphan Someone who only had beautiful and fanciful fairy tales as an example A pure love Strong? Unconditional Deep? Suffered Who will teach our poor hero how to handle his emotions? There is no father or mother who can even guide him in that whirlwind of feelings that swirls in his being He can't express it to his little friends, no no He's the oldest, he should know how to handle it There is the press and his fans, will they give him good advice? Oh no, the golden boy can't ask that, what a scandal Your heart is getting heavier and more longing What is this? will ask Somehow he will bear it, but in the meantime, he will smile and behave as he was once taught Maybe everything will fall into place in the end and work itself out Right?

Humans are extinct AU by: @kiame-sama

ATL versions:

NEIGE NEIGEEEEEE MY BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ejem, sorry, I'm very excited

I am very happy with the presentation of the RSA guys, Ekirir is…sus to say the least, I like it, thank you very much Kiame-sama for bringing us another new piece of your AU

White lilies represent pure and unconditional love while black orchids represent power, mystery and obsession

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Saw this post and immediately thought "wow I miss CEO Sevika, this would make such a nice Angel prompt"

Not entirely sure of a premise for this but let's say....Sevika and Reader have a small fight in the morning and Reader Isn't Happy™. She gets over it rather quickly, but decides to lightly tease Sevika the rest of the day, including through meetings. After their last meeting, she traps Sev in her office and tells her "Eat it" as an "apology."

FUCK YESSS this is so hot ehhehe

men and minors dni

"heyyyy..." seamus trails off as he walks into the break room beside you. you glare up at him.

"i don't wanna hear it."

"i didn't even say anything!" seamus exclaims. he walks to the coffee maker, his eyes on you the entire time as he fiddles with it. you sigh.

"we're fighting." you explain.

seamus nods. "that much is clear."

you cringe. "is she being a bitch?" you ask. you know how your wife can get when you're not there to tell her to bite her tongue. seamus makes a squeaky noise, then gives you a constipated expression.

"no." he lies. you snort and shake your head.

"fuck. i'm sorry. she went behind my back and scheduled herself a meeting on her birthday weekend." you explain. seamus pouts and sits beside you.

"but you guys always do something fun for her birthday."

"i know. guess not this year." you say with a sad shrug.

in past years, your birthday celebrations ranged from fancy dinners to weekend getaways. but it's not even the fact that you're missing out on a nice date with your wife. it's more than that.

"she just-- she doesn't fuckin' take breaks unless i force her, y'know? and these past few years she hasn't tried to argue takin' her birthday off. i just finally thought i got her used to takin' care of herself and she goes behind my back to do this shit..."

seamus frowns and pats your shoulder. "if it makes you feel any better, she's clearly regretting her decision now."

you giggle a little. it does make you feel better. "i should go back in there, huh?" you ask.

seamus nods. "yes, please. i forgot how fuckin' scary she is without you. nearly pissed myself givin' her the morning report."

you giggle and pat seamus' shoulder. "you're a good friend."

"and you're a good wife!" he shouts behind you. you laugh and shake your head as you walk toward your shared office with sevika.

she's drawn all the blinds-- a clear sign that she's in a bad mood. you roll your eyes and take a deep breath, then push into the office.

sevika's eyes dart up from her desk, her gaze softening as it lands on you. something inside you flutters. she's still so sweet, even when she's pissing you off.

"seamus says you're being mean." you say, closing the door behind you. you lock it, not wanting anybody to walk in on you and sevika arguing. sevika sinks into her chair, guiltily.

"well, what do you expect? my wife's been giving me the cold shoulder all day."

you roll your eyes and walk over to sevika's desk, sitting in front of her. she smiles sweetly up at you, wrapping her arms around your legs. you shake your head in amusement. "you're not off the hook y'know." you sigh as you reach down to cup sevika's face, combing your fingers through her hair.

sevika nods in your grasp. "i know." she whispers. "does it make it any better if i tell you i cleared an entire week out for us at the end of the month?" she asks.

you have to bite your cheek to keep from laughing in excitement. "what?"

"i rearranged some things. booked us a room at our favorite little resort."

"you did, huh?" you ask. sevika kisses your hand and nods.

"i'm sorry." she says finally. "baby, i really am." she kisses a trail up your arm, nuzzling against the crook of your elbow. you frown down at your wife, trying your best to keep your resentment strong, but it's so hard when she's so cute. you can't believe this is the woman all your co-workers find scary, she's like a fucking puppy.

"mmm. i dunno if i can forgive you yet." you say.

sevika pouts. "what can i do to make it up to you?" she asks.

you giggle. you were hoping she'd ask that. you squish her cheeks together in your hands kissing her puckered lips, before letting go of your hold on her and turning around in her grip, laying yourself on her desk and wiggling your ass in her face just a bit.

"eat it." you say simply, pulling your skirt up and your panties to the side.

the sound sevika makes is equally endearing and arousing. something needy and guttural, a hint of surprise overwhelmed by a rush of need. she doesn't need to be told twice. you gasp as her hands smack your ass cheeks, spreading you open and humming as she takes a good look at you. you lean down onto your joint desks, grabbing your cardigan from the back of your chair to muffle your moans.

sevika spits on your asshole then dives forward, sloppily eating you out.

you shiver against the desks, reaching back to grab sevika's wrist. fuck she's good with her mouth. she's sloppy and passionate, her nose rubbing deliciously at your asshole while her tongue fucks your cunt. her chin's rubbing against your clit with her movements, and the little moans she's letting out at the taste of you are making you dizzy.

"fuck, i love you." you sigh, clawing at her forearm. sevika's free arm smacks your ass-- her response to your words. you giggle. "you piss me off sometimes but-- ah!" you giggle as sevika bites your inner thigh. "but you make up for it pretty well." you finish.

sevika chuckles against you and kisses her bite mark. "can't be fully forgiven 'til you cum on my tongue." she says. you snort.

"you're a freak." you say with glee. sevika giggles, then flicks your clit with her tongue. you gasp. "fuck-- please." you beg. sevika hums and sucks your clit into her mouth, her thumb working circles around your asshole. you groan and push back against her. "please!" you whine.

"shhhhh baby." sevika scolds, smacking your ass with an impact much louder than your whine had been. "somehow i'm the freak while you're beggin' for my fingers in your ass."

you growl and reach back, pulling sevika's face back toward your cunt by her hair. she muffles her giggles against you and continues her work, lapping up your arousal and working her thumb against your ass again. "fuck, i'm close." you whine.

sevika grunts against you, hooks her thumb inside you, and chuckles as you fall apart. you bury your face into your cardigan, trying to muffle your moans. judging by the way sevika's moaning against you, though, you aren't doing a very good job.

your body sags against the desks when sevika pulls away. she snorts, smacks your ass one last time, and straightens your clothes back out before pulling you to sit down in her lap.

you sigh dreamily, letting your head lean back on her shoulder, kissing her cheek as she caresses your body.

"so... am i forgiven?" she asks. you giggle.

"mmm. i guess."

sevika grins. "nice. you wanna help me with these tax forms?" she asks, gesturing to the pile of papers on her desk. you snort.

"hell no."

sevika pouts up at you, and you wiggle in her lap against her hard, hot, trapped dick. "f-fuck, watch it baby!" she whines.

you laugh. "how about i crawl under our desks and take care of this for you while you do all the boring paperwork for me, hmm?"

sevika's smile is blinding. fuck, how hopelessly in love with someone do you have to be that the sight of their tooth gap turns you on?

"that sounds like a real good plan, baby." she says. you giggle and shimmy off her lap, only to be stopped by her arms wrapping around your waist. "wait." she whispers. you turn to face her, ready to ask what she needs, when she leans forward and kisses you sweetly. she pulls away, smiles at you, then shrugs and leans in to kiss you one more time. "okay. now you can blow me." she says.

you burst into giggles as you make your way under her desk.

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[thethronezone]

Love your primarchs and children stuff, is just perfect. But I raise you a funnier AU, primarchs finding out they are the ones expecting (lets all just excuse that the warp did it).

Mortarion - Grumbling about it all the time, mainly because he's mad about this being a magic thing that just happened to him. Lowkey afraid that the baby will be some kind of abomination or mutant (or worse, a PSYKER) and is not sure what he will do if that turns out to be the case.

Fulgrim - MOODSWINGS GALLORE. One moment he's ecstatic, eagerly looking forward to becoming a father and the next he's cursing the fetus out as nausea forces him to lay facefirst on the floor. Excited to become a parent but despises the physical side-effects of being pregnant.

Angron - Very angry because he did not choose this, it was forced upon him and Angron does not like it when things are done to his body without his permission. Grows increasingly upset when, as the pregnancy progresses, he's barred from any kind of fighting, even spars. Just wants the baby to be born already.

Magnus - Very excited about all of this. Sees it more as an experiment and an experience rather than, ya know, him becoming a parent. Diligently notes down everything that happens with his body during the pregnancy and charts the baby's progress in the womb. Sadly very unprepared about what to do when the baby actually is born.

Perturabo - He refuses to complain as he sees it as beneath him, but it's clear to everyone around him that he's incredibly unhappy. His unhappiness grows as he pregnancy continues and eventually starts showing. Perturabo does not want to talk about it and while he does quietly prepare for the baby's birth, he puts no emotional investment into it.

Alpharius - Which one of them is preggo? Alpharius? Omegon? Both??? Anyway, they ain't appearing in public for the rest of the pregnancy, their legion is going to have to fill in for them full time. At least until the baby is here. They keep bickering about names, apparently unable to come to an agreement for once.

Lorgar - Overjoyed and sees this as a miracle. You know those maternity dresses with open stomachs that reveal the baby bump? If Lorgar was allowed to, he would wear one but Kor Phaeron managed to convince him not to. Doesn't stop Lorgar from painting religious symbols on his stomach and reading his unborn child hymns and chants.

Horus - While he would have preferred to father a child, he is more than happy carrying one to term. Just happy to finally get the kid he's always wanted and while it admittedly feels really weird being pregnant, he looks forward to the moment of birth where he will finally become a father.

Konrad - Scares the crap out of everyone more than usual because he becomes kinda... feral? I am talking him in his old Night Haunter get-up (aka nude in a cloak), sitting in the shadows, eating god knows what (pickled onions which he suddenly started craving) and muttering cryptically. Otherwise surprisingly chill.

Sanguinius - Egg egg egg egg. While he rather quickly accepts that, yeah, this might as well happen, Sanguinius does get caught off guard by some of the... urges he experiences as the pregnancy progresses. Like building a nest? Not a nursery, an actual nest. He finds it very embarrassing when his sons stumble upon him in the middle of making one.

Corvus - EMPEROR, HE CAN'T DO IT! No, it's ok, he's fine. HE'S NOT FINE, HE'S NOT FATHER-MATERIAL. Chill, no worry, it can't be that hard. OH WHAT IS HE SAYING, HE CAN'T RAISE A CHILD! And then Corvus passes out in bed, snoring softly. Pregnancy is taking a lot out of him, poor guy.

Ferrus - Huh. Ok. This... might as well happen. Not necessarily happy about it but not that upset either. When life give you lemons... make a child? However that old Terran expression goes, Ferrus just buckles up and deals with it. At this is how he presents himself and the situation to others. Secretly a bundle of nerves and full of self-doubt but he refuses to let it show.

Rogal - Takes it all in stride. Did he expect this to happen? No. But he will adapt to the situation and continue on as normal. Well, mostly as normal. He's got to prepare for the child after all. Not just the birth but raising it as well. At the end of the week after his pregnancy reveal, Rogal has a solid plan for the first 18 years of his child's life.

Vulkan - Baby! Well, at least soon. Very excited and shares this excitement with his legion, who are also looking forward to the birth. Immediately goes to town on building a nursery and making toys for the baby, which he has all the time for since he stays out of frontline combat for the first half of his pregnancy and won't even leave Nocturne for the second half.

Lion - So moody, his hormones are a mess. Keeps snapping at both Dark Angels and serfs for the smallest things. Get's really territorial as well, fucking snarled at the serf that came to clean his quarters. Blames the baby for all of this and can't wait for it to be born already, just so things can go back to normal (completely forgetting that he's then got to RAISE it).

Leman - Fucking magic bullshit. While very unhappy with the fact that he's pregnant by magic means, Leman is more okay with the pregnancy itself. It's... weird but the baby is already developing inside him so might as well see what happens. Mostly just upset by the fact that he's not allowed to drink during his pregnancy and is not allowed to fight.

Jaghatai - Just straight up rolls with it. Is the situation unusual? Yes, but it's not bad. In fact, he quickly warms up to the idea of giving birth and becoming a father/mother. It actually seems kinda cool. Retreats from the frontlines for his pregnancy but refuses to stay in bed though. Catch him racing on his jetbike at 9 months pregnant.

Roboute - Internal panic. Immediately seeks out his adoptive parents for advice and reassurance because Guilliman knows nothing about having/raising children. Tries to distract himself by focusing on the logistics, like what the baby will need and such but it's only partially working. Ever so often he will put his pen down and just sit at the desk with his head in his hands.

[seokminfilm]

by the phone — lee seokmin

PAIRING 𐂴 lee seokmin x reader

TAGS & WARNINGS 𐂴 non-idol au, fluff, est relationship, long distance, boyfriend seokmin, clingy reader x clingy seokmin, seokmin calls reader baby, reader uses seokmin's nicknames, suggestive talk, seokmin is lowkey down bad, ugh they're too cute

SUMMARY 𐂴 in which facetime was you and seokmin's couple therapy.

LYR'S SIDENOTES 𐂴 literally felt like this for the past 2 weeks without my laptop 😭 lowkey my laptop was my boyfriend...sigh let me stop. ANYWAYS!! tell a friend to tell a friend: boyfriend seokmin is back in buisness!! ugh i really am so excited to start back to slowly updating...tumblr is my life and now i'm close to getting it back??? anyways i hope you guys enjoy and ily 🤍

NOW PLAYING 𐂴 miss you (bo en)

WORD COUNT 810 𐂴 FOR @kstrucknet

hopping into your empty bed with a happy giggle, you answer the facetime call from the contact titled 'my other half'. seokmin appears after a few seconds of a black screen, background appearing to be some type of private gym as he waves at you cutely.

a sigh of relief escapes your lips as you see your boyfriend thriving apart from you; his dark red hair is messily spread on his head, and his tanned skin seems to softly glow in the warm light of the room. his thick eyebrows are raised slightly at your expression, and his voice is the definition of warm honey as he speaks.

"hey there, baby."

the sentence is enough to send butterflies straight to your stomach, and you bury yourself in the alarmingly cold blankets, pulling seokmin's pillow to your chest if only to try and mimic the feeling of his firm body against yours.

"seokminnie, hi." you say softly, and he's breaking his supposed 'hot guy' facade, big goofy smile riding his face as he giggles. "how's my pretty baby?"

"i'm doing good, holding the fort down here. you know i miss you, though," you say softly, and seokmin leans down, expression smiley as he nods, jutting his bottom lip out as if to pout and match your tone.

"i miss you just as much. maybe even more, if you can believe it." seokmin hums lowly, and you shuffle under the blankets, restless for seokmin's warmth again. it's been almost a month since you've held seokmin's hand: he had gone on a trip with some of his closest friends, and due to your work schedule, you had to stay behind.

you had told yourself that the seperation would be easy, but the first week was the easiest week for you. you had started to miss seokmin terribly, noticing how quiet and stiff the house had become since he had left.

you had to read his texts to remind you to watch the flowers he usually took care of, and the only way you could sleep somewhat soundly was with a few quick sprays of seokmin's soft cologne on his side of the bed.

"just one more week, baby. one more week and i'm flying home." seokmin says with a smile on his face. he's leaning back on a seat of a benchpress, brown eyes sparkling as he stares at your resting face.

"i hope the week goes by super fast. i can't stand to be without you any longer." you frown, and seokmin laughs, voice low and rich as he runs a hand through his dark red hair.

"what do you miss most about me?" his question has a lighthearted tone to it, but you can't help but think of more pressing matters on your mind.

"i miss how warm and firm your body feels against mine when we sleep. and how good you are at kissing me and making me feel good. and how you rub calming circles into my back when we get ready for bed." you can't help but ramble about all the things you've lacked ever since seokmin left. it feels good, being able to get the thoughts off of your chest.

he stares at you with nothing but love and adoration for you in his eyes, chuckling at all the niche things you list. his eyes darken as you go on, silently basking in the fact he drives you crazy.

"you miss all of that? you miss how i taste?" seokmin asks softly, and your cheeks don't fail to heat up as you answer. "i do. really badly."

seokmin lets his head hit the back of the cushioned seat with an intense thud, groaning as he lets his eyes wince shut. he wets his plush lips, as if trying to remember the way you taste.

"describe what you're wearing for me, baby. i wanna imagine you perfectly." the way seokmin says it with his eyes closed and his voice low makes you want to melt into the bedsheets, but you do as he says, smiling as you recall your outift to him.

"i'm wearing your light blue polo shirt right now. it still smells like your cologne." you smile as you watch seokmin's proud grin spread across his face. you loved when your boyfriend got like this, all clingy and dream-prone.

"god, i miss you so bad, baby. want to touch you and kiss you and hug you again," seokmin mumbles, and you nod, eyes becoming heavy as you settle into the blankets.

"stay with me until i fall asleep, seok. please?" your voice is a small squeak now, and seokmin laughs a simple laugh, humming in approval.

"of course, baby, you don't even have to ask. i'll be by the phone until you're sleeping safe and sound."

that alone was enough to almost send you into dreamland.

[readychilledwine]

Howl at the Moon

Summary - Your daughter's way of exploring the world and expressing herself is a bit unorthodox

Warning - Motherhood and children

A/N - I wanted to give you all a glimpse into where I've been with life using our favorite girl dad. I really should take the time to make a GirlDad!Cassian Masterlist

✨️Master Masterlist ✨️Cassian Masterlist ✨️

“Sorcha! No,” Rhysand's voice was distressed, even if he was laughing. “Baby, Uncle Rhys said- Ow!” Your eyes shut, knowing what probably had happened. Your 16-month-old was a lot the past month. Her world was currently being explored with her mouth, and unfortunately, that meant her people, too. 

Her cry started a few moments later. Cassian seemed to sense the stress your daughter was going through and ran into the house, ready to be daddy. You followed him into the living room where Rhysand was trying to comfort your daughter. Her little wings were slumped, his hand in her curly dark hair. She was yelling more than sobbing. 

“I'm sorry. She bit my knee,” Rhys started. “I yelled-”

“Yelped,” you corrected. 

Rhysand shot you a dirty look, one that had you not been his sister would have scared you. “I gave a manly yelp,” he looked down at Sorcha. “I think it scared her.”

"No. She is upset because she was told no," Cassian got down to her level, taking her into his arms, “Hey, it's okay. You're okay. Being told no is normal, baby. It's okay."

You only stared at Rhysand as her howling began, your brother caught very off guard by the sad little “ah-woos” now coming from your daughter. “She does this lately,” Cassian explained to Rhys. “My little wolf.” 

Rhys was looking between you and Cassian, slightly confused. Nyx, your lovely nephew, had never gone through this feral phase. He had always been refined whereas Sorcha in all her spoiling was, well, sometimes just wild.

The problem was Cassian encouraging her. 

She howled, he howled with her. She bit, he gently nibbled her back. She yelled or screeched, well, he did the same. He matched her energy like it had become his own purpose in life. As if she was his very soul turned into this beautiful creature of playfulness and joy. 

He gave her a soft ah-woo back, making her begin to giggle and howl even more. “That's my happy happy girl,” Cassian picked her up, hugging her as he walked her outside. “Let's go run off some energy, baby.”

You moved to your brother, checking his knee for injury. “Last week, she bit my cheek when we were cuddling and made an almost growling noise,” you stated. Your eyes met his, your brother's dark brow was cocked. “I know. I know it's inappropriate. I am battling Cassian's enabling and he doesn't tell her no like I do. It's why he's the favorite."

"I don't think he's her favorite. She still watches for you like a hawk and screams in excitement anytime you walk into a room," Rhysand chuckled as he made you stand with him and then walked with you toward the patio door.

“You know what I see,” his eyes were now where Cassian was slightly chasing Sorcha, her loud belly laughter so innocent and unapologetically loud. “I see a father who loves his daughter and is playing with her. I see my niece, getting to explore the world most naturally to her. I see parents working to ensure their only child is raised with confidence. Even if she is a bit spoiled. She's frankly too damn cute not to spoil with those dark eyes and hair and that little food belly.”

Cassian had playfully caught Sorcha, tossing her in the air just high enough to make your stomach twist with worry. Your voice held a vulnerability that Rhysand had grown used to you using lately, “Do you think we're failing her?”

“Because she likes to chew? Cauldron, no. It's her instinct, sister,” Rhysand laughed. “She can't help it. It's soothing for her, it's how she's learning. Has the biting others slowed down?”

You nodded, “Its mainly Cass and I now. And evidently you.”

Rhysand hummed, “So the fae she feels safest with. I should be honored then, being loved so much by her she wants to be herself with me.” Soft blue eyes looked at you, the coloring almost violet. “You're doing great.”

Cassian was lying in the grass with Sorcha now, her little body on top of his. He had a wing up enough to block the sun from her eyes, his shut as his baby girl got comfy and let out a content and dramatic sigh. Her energy seemed to be burned out for now. She bit into Cassian's shirt, almost using it as a pacifier. Cassian gave her another soft howl, and Sophia dropped his shirt to echo him.

“You're doing great,” Rhysand repeated, his voice tight and eyes watering.

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