#Requesting to Follow

[dear-ao3]

pov your ex held your collection of thrifted spoons hostage for over a year (not entirely his fault, they got mixed up in his things during a move and you did not realize it, though he did adamantly deny that he had them) and reached out to your roommate on instagram nine months post break up after being thoroughly blocked for several months just to ask if you were still roommates and then to very cryptically reveal that he had in fact found the spoons (among other, mystery items that he did not reveal and you also have no idea what they are) in his car that he had not driven for a year cause he decided to make the worst financial decision of his life and buy a tesla and then tried to coordinate a meet up to drop off said spoons and mystery items which you did not want but you do want your spoons so you told him to either mail it or show up to your place of work when you were not scheduled only for him to entirely miss the point and still try to see you, then you reveal that you do not want to see him so he finally says that he will put on his big boy pants and mail it (though him actually mailing it is entirely unlikely) and also aparently hes gotten a perm since the last time you saw him and it looks terrible

[skzstarl0ver]

One Bed, Two Problems

Jeongin x reader / enemies to lovers / only one bed / smut / possessive!Jeongin

**involves!!** sex, dirty talk, cursing, rough sex, Insulting / pain kink, cursing

enjoy xx (open for request)

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You don’t remember when exactly it started — this thing between you and Jeongin.

Maybe it was that first time he rolled his eyes at something you said during a game night, or the way he’d always challenge you on the most mundane things. What movie to watch. Who made the best ramen. The right way to fold laundry. Every moment between you turned into a petty argument — but the weird part?

It never really pissed you off. It exhilarated you. You craved it.

Which is why this trip with the friend group was already risky. You didn’t need to be around Jeongin for seven straight days, sharing vans and meals and long stares across group dinners. But you never expected this.

“We have a little mix-up in the booking,” the hotel receptionist said sweetly. “Looks like… one bed in the room for you two.”

Jeongin laughed. Actually laughed. And that smug little dimple popped.

“Perfect,” he said. “Y/N snores anyway. I’ll suffer through it.”

You spun toward him. “I do not snore.”

“Sure, baby. Whatever gets you through the night.”

You could’ve punched him right there. Instead, you grabbed the key and stormed off.

Now it’s 12:37 a.m. and you're lying as close to the edge of the bed as humanly possible, gripping your phone like it’s a lifeline.

Jeongin is on the other side — same position. Same tension. Same awareness.

Every rustle of the sheets feels like an earthquake.

You toss onto your back and exhale sharply. “Can you stop moving?”

“I’m not moving.”

“You’re breathing loud.”

“It’s called being alive, princess.”

You groan, covering your face with your arm. “I hate this.”

He chuckles under his breath, voice low and far too hot in the dark. “No you don’t.”

You peek at him. “Excuse me?”

“You love fighting with me,” he says lazily, one arm tucked behind his head. “You’d be bored if I stopped.”

You roll your eyes. “Trust me, I dream of silence.”

He hums. “Do you dream of me too?”

That silences you.

For a full beat, neither of you says a word.

“…You wish,” you finally murmur.

But it comes out too soft. Too shaky. And he hears it.

He shifts, and you feel the bed dip as he turns onto his side to face you.

“You know what I think?” he whispers.

You don’t answer. You don’t breathe.

“I think you hate me because you can’t stand how badly you want me.”

Your chest tightens. Your heart is racing, hammering. You can’t look at him.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, voice brushing the shell of your ear, “if I was flattering myself, you’d be begging already.”

You turn, ready to throw another insult, but the words die the second you meet his eyes.

God. His face is so close. Lips parted. Eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them. That cocky confidence is still there, but it’s coated with something else now.

Desire.

Raw and real and hungry.

“You want me to shut up?” he whispers.

You swallow hard.

“Then make me.”

You don’t know who moves first — maybe both of you. Maybe the universe finally snapped and said enough — but your lips crash like a storm.

It’s not sweet. It’s heat. Tongues, teeth, years of teasing and tension unraveling all at once. His hands tangle in your hair, your fingers clutch his hoodie like you need something to anchor you. Every kiss is a battle and a surrender all at once.

When you break apart, breathless, his forehead presses to yours.

“I knew it,” he whispers.

“You’re so cocky,” you pant.

“You like it.”

You kiss him again just to shut him up. This time slower. More desperate. You feel his hand slide under your shirt, warm against your skin, and your breath catches.

“I should hate you,” you whisper.

He smirks against your throat. “You do.”

“But I want you.”

“I know.”

You don’t remember who yanked whose shirt off first.

All you know is that one second you were clawing at each other’s clothes like animals, and the next he had you pinned to the mattress, body heavy over yours, lips swollen from kissing you stupid.

“You gonna whine the whole time?” he growls, dragging his mouth along your jaw.

You squirm beneath him. “Depends. You gonna fuck like you argue?”

His smirk is pure sin. “You want me to be nice?”

“God, no.”

He grins — but it’s feral now. Dangerous.

“Good,” he mutters, “because I don’t do nice with brats like you.”

His hand wraps around your throat — not tight, just enough to make you freeze. To make your breath hitch.

“Always mouthing off,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “Always so fucking annoying. You need to be put in your place.”

And then his mouth is on yours again, biting, claiming, owning.

You gasp as he flips you over, chest to the bed now, his weight pressing you down. You feel his teeth scrape your shoulder, and you moan — loud, shameless.

“You like that?” he whispers, fingers sliding between your legs. “Didn’t think a stuck-up princess like you could be so wet for someone she ‘hates.’”

“I do hate you,” you breathe.

He laughs against your skin, nipping your ear.

“Liar.”

You feel him rutting against your ass, hard through his boxers, and you push back just to feel him groan.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So desperate. So cocky all day, and now you’re just begging for it.”

You try to turn your head but he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back — just enough to make you moan again.

“Say it,” he growls.

You shiver. “Say what?”

“That you want me. That you need me.”

You grit your teeth. “Never.”

He laughs again — dark and low and absolutely wrecking you.

“Fine,” he mutters, lining himself up behind you. “I’ll fuck the truth out of you.”

And when he thrusts in, hard and deep, your brain short-circuits.

You cry out into the pillow, hands clawing at the sheets. He doesn't give you time to adjust — and you don’t want it. You want it raw. You want it rough. You want him.

Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs. He leans down, chest to your back, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip like he’s scared you’ll vanish.

“You take me so well,” he growls. “Bet you’ve thought about this every night after we argued, huh? Bet you played with yourself thinking about how good I’d fuck you.”

You moan, helpless.

“Oh my god—”

“What was that?” he taunts. “No more snarky comebacks now?”

He reaches down, fingers circling your clit while he keeps thrusting. You arch like a live wire, crying out for him. Your entire body trembles.

“You close already, baby?” he whispers in your ear. “I’m not even close to done.”

You choke on a moan, tears pricking your eyes.

“Fuck, Jeongin—!”

“Say it,” he demands again, voice sharp.

Your pride is barely holding on — but your body? Your body is screaming for him.

“I need you,” you finally cry. “F-fuck—please—Jeongin—”

He groans at that, slamming into you harder, relentless. You’re so close it’s painful.

“God, look at you,” he breathes, watching your body quake beneath him. “My bratty little problem. So fucking perfect like this.”

His hand grabs your jaw, turning your face toward him just enough so he can kiss you while you fall apart.

And when you do, it’s earth-shattering.

You moan his name like a prayer, like a curse, and he follows with a low growl of your name, burying himself deep, shaking against you as he loses control.

The room is filled with panting, sweat, tangled sheets, and the aftershock of a storm you both saw coming — but still couldn’t prepare for.

You're still catching your breath when he pulls out, breath heavy, hand sliding slowly down your back. You're both slick with sweat, clothes tossed somewhere across the room, and your thighs are still trembling.

You don’t speak — you can’t. Your brain is fogged with pleasure and chaos and something dangerous that tastes a lot like need.

Jeongin lies beside you, propped on one elbow, staring. His skin is flushed, hair a mess, lips red from kissing — and biting.

“Didn’t think you’d actually say it,” he says finally, voice rough.

You blink at him.

“Say what?”

“That you needed me.”

You scoff, rolling to your side, back to him. “Shut up.”

He smirks — you can hear it.

“You’re such a brat.”

You’re about to shoot back something petty — “At least I’m not obsessed with me.” — but then he’s grabbing your waist, flipping you effortlessly onto your back.

You yelp. “Jeongin—!”

“I’m not done with you,” he growls.

Your breath catches. Your legs fall open without permission.

“You came so pretty for me,” he mutters, dragging his fingers down your inner thigh. “But I want to see you fall apart again. I wanna see how messy I can make you.”

You swallow hard. “Again?”

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, “you started this.”

And then he’s kissing you again — deeper this time. Less anger, more claiming. Like he needs to remind you who you just begged for.

His tongue slides into your mouth as his fingers slip between your legs — still so sensitive, so soaked — and you whimper instantly.

“Still wet for me?” he teases.

“I hate you,” you breathe.

He smiles darkly. “No you don’t.”

Two fingers push in deep. Your back arches. You gasp.

“You love this,” he says, voice like gravel. “Love being split open by the guy you pretend to hate.”

He leans in, mouth brushing your ear.

“You like when I treat you like a toy, don’t you?”

You whine.

“You like it when I ruin you.”

You don’t answer — can’t — because his mouth is moving lower now, trailing kisses down your chest, nipping a path along your ribs, licking the sensitive spot just beneath your breast.

Then lower.

And lower.

And you already know what’s coming.

But when his tongue touches you — slow, deliberate, possessive — your hips jerk off the bed.

“Fuck—Jeongin—!”

His hands grip your thighs tight, holding you in place.

“Don’t run,” he murmurs. “You’re not going anywhere.”

He eats you like he’s starving — like he’s addicted. Like every moan out of your mouth makes him harder.

And god, he’s relentless.

He flattens his tongue, circles your clit, then sucks — and you almost scream.

“Jeongin—oh my god—”

Your fingers knot in his hair, pulling — but he just groans into you, the vibration making your vision blur.

“You’re gonna come again,” he growls. “Right on my face. Like the needy little problem you are.”

You do. Harder than the first time. Writhing, sobbing, wrecked.

But before you can even come down, he’s crawling back up, lips shiny, eyes dark.

“You’re not done,” he says.

You blink. “I—”

He kisses you, slow and filthy. “I’m not done.”

You feel him line up again, and this time, he doesn’t ease in. He slams into you in one long stroke, and your mouth drops open in a silent moan.

“Jeongin—please—”

“Yeah?” he pants. “What do you want?”

“You—fuck—you—harder—”

He grabs your wrists, pins them above your head, and starts pounding.

The bed creaks.

Your cries echo.

And Jeongin just keeps going.

“Mine,” he grits. “You’re mine tonight. Say it.”

You sob, body barely holding on.

“*Yours—*fuck—I’m yours—”

“Good fucking girl.”

And that’s when you snap.

You fall apart beneath him — again — tighter, messier, more ruined than before. He curses, stutters a breath, and follows, hips jerking, burying himself deep.

You both collapse in silence.

Breathless.

Shaking.

Destroyed.

_

You wake up to the worst sound imaginable.

Knocking. Loud. Rapid. Too damn early.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds!” Chan’s voice calls from the hallway, sing-songy and unforgiving.

Jeongin groans from behind you, burying his face between your shoulder blades. “I hate him.”

You whisper, “He doesn’t know—right?”

“Not unless you screamed really loud.”

You punch his arm. He just laughs.

But panic is very real now. You sit up, immediately clutching the blanket to your chest.

“Jeongin. What if someone heard us? What if they know?”

He props himself up on one elbow, messy hair, lips swollen, the faintest bite mark still on his neck.

“Then let them.”

You gape at him. “What happened to keeping it lowkey?!”

He grins, stretching. “You’re the one who said ‘Jeongin, harder, please—’”

“JEONGIN.” You throw a pillow at his face, shrieking.

He catches it, laughing as he drags you back into the sheets.

“I’m kidding. Relax,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear. “We’re cool.”

Spoiler alert: You are NOT cool.

20 Minutes Later — Downstairs at Breakfast

You walk into the hotel café like you’ve never sinned a day in your life.

You are showered, dressed, dead-eyed, and pretending like Jeongin didn’t have you folded in half against a headboard exactly eight hours ago.

But the second you slide into the booth with the rest of the group, all conversation stops.

Chan stares at you.

Felix blinks.

Hyunjin looks between you and Jeongin like he’s watching a reality show finale.

“So,” Minho says, sipping his coffee, eyes sharp. “Sleep well?”

You almost choke on your orange juice.

Jeongin clears his throat and starts buttering a croissant like it’s a weapon.

“Fine,” you mutter. “Normal. Totally average.”

Seungmin raises a brow. “Right. Because totally average sleep ends with you wearing his hoodie to breakfast.”

You glance down. Shit.

Jeongin looks up with the fakest innocence you’ve ever seen. “Oops.”

Felix leans in, chin resting on his hands. “You guys were fighting so much yesterday. But now you’re all…” he gestures vaguely between you, “glowy.”

“Did you guys…” Hyunjin pauses. “Work out your tension?”

Minho: “With communication? Or—”

Jeongin: “—Body language.”

You whip your head around. “OH MY GOD.”

The entire table bursts into screaming laughter.

“You guys totally fucked!” Chan yells, slapping the table. “I knew it!”

“I heard moaning,” Hyunjin gasps.

“I thought someone was being murdered,” Seungmin adds casually.

You hide your face in your hands. “I am never showing my face again.”

But then you feel it — Jeongin’s hand slipping under the table, resting on your thigh. Quiet. Comforting. Yours.

And you peek at him. He’s smiling down at his plate, cheeks a little red, but eyes only on you.

He squeezes your leg gently.

And suddenly?

The shame melts away.

Because this isn’t just about last night anymore.

This is about what’s next. (pt.2??)

[kingofscoops]

Make Me Choose | @slayernat asked Natalie Scatorccio or Robin Buckley

[keferon]

dunno if u take requests if so can has sleepy fuzzybrained jazz who just woke up and is already falling asleep again if not ✨ i love your artstyel ✨

I guess I’m taking them today haha your idea is so cute:>

[rentedvsl]

this is a prayer S.O.S.

pray for my mom. please.

please don't just think about doing it. stop right now & do it for me. be limbs in the body of Christ in my time of need because i've never needed your humility and selflessness more.

my mom is in the hospital at the moment because she had surgery but two of her nurses just went home sick & now she has a fever. if she gets sick while recovering from post-op she may not make it. her remaining nurse Ryan is staying with her all night because the others had to go home. God bless him. pray over him, too. please please please

[03jyh23]

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🏠┆home in your arms

song mingi x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where mingi missed you

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none!

│roulette prompt 6 + mingi + galactic

You put the key into the lock, making sure you're quiet enough not to wake Mingi up—your flight was delayed and you landed in the middle of the night. You were about to turn the key when the door suddenly opened. Mingi stood there, his hair disheveled. You smiled at him and wanted to say hi, but before you could open your mouth, Mingi pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. He breathes in your scent, and you can't help but smile against his chest.

"I missed you," he whispers, arms tightening around you. "Don't go away for that long again."

You laugh. "Baby, it was only three days," you say as you gently pull away to peck his lips, but he only pulls you back in, burying his face in your neck.

"Three days too long," he mumbles against your skin, and you can't help but melt into his warmth.

He hums contentedly, swaying you both gently from side to side in the doorway. The cool night air wraps around you both, but you can barely feel it with how warm he keeps you. His fingers trace patterns on your back, and you can tell he won’t let go even for a moment.

"Will you at least let me close the door?" you ask yet your arms tighten around his waist.

Mingi chuckles, "Fine, but only if you promise not to leave my arms for the rest of the night." You smile and nod against him, letting him shuffle backward just enough for you to kick the door closed behind you.

You lock eyes as you stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. He smiles into it and pulls you closer to kiss you, slowly, lovingly.

"I missed you too, love," you say, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. His eyes are filled with so much love and adoration that it makes your heart skip a beat.

Mingi pulls back slightly, a pout forming on his lips. "You better have missed me just as much," he teases, his eyes twinkling. "I might be devastated if you tell me you didn't think about me every single second you were away."

You giggle, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Every single second? Even when I was sleeping?"

"Especially when you were sleeping," he says with mock seriousness. "I expect detailed reports of all your dreams about me."

You laugh, playing along. "Well, there was this one dream where you were a galactic cowboy, riding through the stars on a glowing space horse..."

Mingi's eyes light up with amusement. "A galactic cowboy? Do tell more."

You can't help but giggle at his eager expression. "You were wearing this ridiculous sparkly spacesuit with cowboy boots and a hat that had little twinkling stars all over it."

He bursts into laughter, the sound warm and rich. "Sounds like quite the fashion statement. Maybe I should try that look sometime."

"Please don't," you say through your giggles, burying your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head, and you both stay like that for a while.

"Come on," he whispers, tugging you gently toward the bedroom. "Let's get you to bed. You must be exhausted from your flight." You nod sleepily, finally feeling the tiredness settling in now that you're home. As you both curl up under the covers, his arms still wrapped protectively around you, you know that no matter where you go, coming back to him will always feel like coming home.

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[senoleaf]

could you make more sun and moon siren art it was amazing love ya

here they are, hope you like it! haven't drawn those two in a while...!

also here's the uncolored version cause i kinda like it

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[damiel-of-real]

gaster hotdog comic here pleaseplease please

cackling. ok sure

SEQUEL

[makikodesu]

abyssal in...???

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

hiii, how are u? for the 7k bingo could you do Joel Miller with sex pollen? hope u have a nice day :)

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7k Follower Bingo

Joel Miller x plus size reader

During patrol, you come across a weird-looking plant and can’t help but to check it out, though you’re not the one that gets in trouble when you touch it

Warnings: sex pollen, SMUT, older man and younger woman (age not specified), unprotected sex, pull-out method, guns, feral!Joel, reader is a tiny bit bratty, mention of spores, dub-can because of sex pollen, some amount of mutual pining/yearning WC: 2k Minors DNI Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

“Rules— you stay close, you stay silent and you-“

“-Run as fast as I can if things go south. Yeah I know Joel. It’s not as if I’ve dealt with this bullshit for almost my whole life.” You rolled your eyes as the older man in front of you shot you a glare that would’ve had anyone else cowering in fear but you just huffed in return. The derelict home that loomed in front of you had been marked by Jackson’s scouts earlier in the week for potential farming equipment given the impressive if not run-down greenhouse at its side.

“Don’t be a smartass.” He grumbled and shouldered his rifle but you caught the twitch of his full lips as he turned away from you and into the doorway of the (hopefully) empty building you were planning on ransacking. His broad shoulders lifted as he shot you one last glance before stepping inside, trusting that you would follow close behind.

“When am I ever not a smartass according to you?” You whined quietly from behind him as the stale air of the building closed in around you. It was obvious that nothing living had passed through here in years, infected or otherwise. A thick layer of dust coated every surface that you passed, muffling the sounds of your footsteps down to dull thumps. 

Joel lifted his left hand from the barrel of his gun, signalling you to go left as he turned to the room on the right. You grunted under your breath at his overabundance of anxiety but obeyed anyway, it would do you no good to argue with the man now. The soft yellow of your flashlight beam cut through the small sideroom, illuminating a workbench and a collection of tools that would be perfect for the farms. 

You holstered your pistol so you could pull the battered backpack off your shoulders, dropping it onto the bench next to a terracotta pot that held a quite impressive flower that looked to be on the edge of blooming. You ignored it for now, instead focusing on shoving seed packets and tools into your bag. Underneath a rusty trowel, a water-logged notebook sat, opened up to pages of now illegible notes. 

The pages crunched with decades of exposure to the elements but it still captured your attention. Blurry images of flowers and plants had you turning page after page, slowly revealing the story of the person that poured so much work into the notebook. It seemed like they were trying to breed some new type of flower, and had eventually succeeded given the still living specimen beside you. The last two pages were stuck together with age, threatening to rip as you attempted to seperate them. You gave up after a couple tries, instead closing the book with care and dropping it into the bag with everything else, you hadn’t noticed the petals beginning to fold out from the large bulb of the plant.

“Clear!” Joel’s voice rang through the house causing you to jolt and drop the backpack.

“Jesus man!” You spun just in time for him to stride through the doorway, a scowl on his face that only seemed to add to his attractiveness. It was his usual look with you; disappointed and annoyed but also somehow a little amused and it never failed to get your heart racing with the way his brows would draw together, his jaw tightening, and his dark eyes practically glowing with frustration. 

“How many times do I have to remind you to say something when you’ve finished checking your bit of a house?” Thick arms barely contained by rolled up sleeves of his flannel crossed over his chest.

“‘Bout twenty more times should do it.” You countered with your own withering look. His frown deepened and his muscles bulged. You swallowed back your drool. “Found some seeds for individual gardens so the community ones aren’t overloaded.” You offered up, reaching back to produce one of the packs you hadn’t picked up yet, but instead your knuckles bumped into the pot, causing it to rock back precariously.

Joel’s arms dropped back down to his sides as the pot righted with a clink. You breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived. The heart of the flower opened up, delicate red and black petals stretched outwards revealing a dense ball of pollen that looked like it was going to fall apart with the slightest touch. As if he knew exactly what you were thinking, Joel darted forwards and grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t touch it.” His tone wobbled as he spoke, sending a spark of panic through your lizard brain that you chose to push down.

“I wasn’t gonna. Besides, it’s just a flower, not spores. I doubt a fungus has worked out how to evolve into a flower contained completely inside a pot.” You didn’t sound convincing as the words left your lips but you tried to keep a neutral expression. “The owner of the house was breeding it, probably before the end of the world if his little notebook is anything to go by. It won’t kill us.”

His grip tightened. “You don’t know what it’s going to do. Stop being so innocent.” 

You couldn’t help it, the thought popped into your brain and sprinted out of your mouth before you could even think to stop it: “I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you Miller.” 

You watched as his breath hitched, suddenly at a loss for how to deal with you before his hand loosened and fell to the workbench. The tips of his fingers caught the top edge of the pot, finally toppling it over. The flower’s thin stalk bent with the weight of its head, aiming directly for him. The pollen burst onto the bare skin of his forearm, staining his tanned skin a radioactive yellow before the whole thing clattered to the ground.

There was a beat of silence, then two, then your brain finally kicked into gear.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Joel I’m so sorry I didn’t- fuck!” You scrambled for something, anything, in your bag that could rectify this as fear sprinted through your system. The water bottle in your bag was half-empty, something you were saving for the long walk home, but you splashed it over his arm without a second thought. He tugged his shirt sleeve back down in an attempt to scrub it off his skin.

“Leave!” He turned away from you, his shoulder trembling as he redoubled his effort. Guilt struck you square in the chest.

“I’m not leaving. This is my fault, I need to help you. Don’t- don’t make me go.” You knew better than to try and reach out and touch him, even if your spirit screamed at you to try and comfort the possibly dying man. His breathing began to pick up before he swallowed.

“Then check the book.” His chest rumbled, refusing to look back at you. The pollen wouldn’t budge, even when he stripped the shirt off completely to use as a rag. You forced your gaze away from him and back to your bag.

“Right yeah. I’ll um do that.” The notebook shook as you frantically flipped through the pages, desperately scanning the ancient scrawl for anything that could soothe the blinding fear that had wrapped tightly around you. The final brittle pages ripped as you tore them apart, but the writing remained clear. “What the fuck.” 

Sweat was now beading along Joel’s hairline, his muscles screwed up like his body was preparing itself for something. “Tell me.” His voice was empty, his mind already going to the pistol tucked into your waistband.

“It-“ For probably the first time in your life, words escaped you.

Joel whipped around. His pupils were blown so wide that you couldn’t find a trace of the deep brown of his irises, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “Tell me!” 

Heat shot through you at the revelation of what exactly was wrong with him, something you could beg on your knees to fix. The notebook dropped back onto the workbench as you reached for the buttons on your shirt. Joel’s eyes follow your movements with deadly precision, his body winding even tighter as your body was revealed.

“It’s an aphrodisiac. Supposed to make you go crazy for sex.” He stepped closer, crowding you against the bench. You could feel the hardness of his cock against your soft stomach, it was huge.

“What. Else.” The air between you had suddenly shifted, no longer was there the simmering undercurrent of tension that may or may not have led anywhere, but there was now a fire growing in ferocity, threatening to consume you entirely if you turned away now. 

You popped open the button of your jeans. “It’ll be in your system for hours, maybe days, if you don’t-“ 

“If I don't, what.” The heat of his body was almost unbearable.

Your eyes dropped down to his lips. “If you don’t fuck it out.” A large hand wrapped around the back of your neck, yanking you into a kiss. Your teeth clacked together painfully while Joel pressed you further into the table. You tugged at his white undershirt, whining into his mouth. 

He ripped himself away from you, looking as crazed as you felt. “Turn around.” He left no room for resistance or questions, already turning your body to the bench. He pulled your jeans and panties over your ass, just far enough for access. 

“Joel-“ You knew he wouldn’t stop, not when you could feel the fever running through him as he pressed himself to the soft fat of your ass and thighs. He fumbled for his belt, hands trembling against you. 

“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.” He kissed your shoulders, your neck, anywhere he could reach. You wiggled back into him, blissfully feeling his bare cock finally released from the confines of his jeans and boxers. Wet pre-cum smeared against the tops of your thighs.

“Just be careful, don’t want your heart to give out old man.” The growl that escaped him was entirely inhuman and before you could make another sound, he slammed into you. Your cunt burned with his size, by far bigger than anything you had ever taken before and given the smirk you felt against your shoulder blade, Joel knew it too.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned, his forehead falling to your back as he struggled to control himself. He rolled his hips against your ass, immediately sending a flare of pleasure through you. He took a deep breath and pulled back, letting his cock almost completely leave the warmth of your pussy before he finally succumbed to the pollen.

“This is your fucking fault. Not doing what I tell you.” Your hands scrambled for something to ground yourself as he punched into you.

“‘M sorry!” You cried.

“Fucking driving me crazy with those fucking tight pants and constantly gettin on my nerves.” You tightened around him, pleasure licking at your nerves like nothing you had ever felt before. “You like that? You like knowing you piss me off? Damn fucking brat, I should’ve known.”

You felt him in your throat, stealing any attempt at speaking or even catching your breath. “Shoulda known you just needed to be fucked by a man to get you to listen.” The table bit into your stomach but the pain only sent you higher along with the growling of his voice. Joel thrust downwards, the fat head of his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

“You gonna cum? I can feel it. Do it. Fucking cum.” He snarled into your ear as you shattered beneath him, losing yourself to everything Joel. “Fuck!” He groaned, ripping himself from you only second before he came onto the battered flesh of your ass. 

Your body went limp as his cum began to cool on your skin. “Holy shit Joel. I did not think you had it in you.” You went to turn back around but Joel’s hand returned to your shoulder blade, keeping you still. “What?” 

His cock prodded at your wrecked pussy once more. “We’re nowhere near done.”

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GC n Pink Peppercorn!Y/N give much rival vibes in how they go about their greed

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Part 2 to the enemies to lovers Jeongin fic please please pls

One Bed, Two Problems (pt.2)

(One Bed, Two Problems pt.1 link)

Jeongin x reader / enemies to lovers / only one bed / smut → fluff / possessive!Jeongin

**involves!!** sex, dirty talk, cursing, rough sex, Insulting / complicated relationship

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enjoy xx (open for request)

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The problem isn’t that you slept with Jeongin. It’s that you did it twice. And now it’s the next night, and you’re standing on the balcony of your hotel room, staring out at the ocean like it can give you answers.

Behind you, you hear him laughing from the couch with the others — that same lazy, low laugh that drove you insane even before he kissed you senseless. Your skin still burns when you think about last night.

You told yourself it meant nothing.

But your body’s still aching like it meant everything.

You told yourself you could forget it.

But now you can’t look at him without remembering how he sounded when he whispered your name.

This trip was supposed to be just a vacation. Some dumb getaway with the friend group. Seven days of fun. Drama-free. Definitely not sleeping-with-your-archenemy levels of complicated.

But now?

Now he’s acting like nothing happened.

And that’s what pisses you off the most.

It all comes to a head on Day 3.

It’s late. The group’s playing cards in the room next door, but you’re not there. Neither is he.

You’re pacing your shared room like a storm cloud.

He walks in, hoodie half-zipped, hair tousled like he just got out of a hurricane, and when he sees you, he freezes.

“…You good?” he asks, voice low.

You turn.

“You’re unbelievable.”

He blinks. “Okay. Hi to you too.”

You cross your arms, heart pounding. “You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“Didn’t realize I was supposed to be glued to your side now.”

You glare. “Jeongin—”

“What?” he snaps suddenly, stepping toward you. “What do you want me to say? That last night changed everything? That I can’t stop thinking about the way you moaned my name?”

You falter — just for a second. “Don’t be an ass.”

“Oh, I’m being the ass? You’ve been throwing looks at me all day like you didn’t start this.”

“I didn’t start anything,” you hiss. “You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.”

He’s close now. Too close. You could shove him. You could kiss him. You don’t know which urge is stronger.

“God, you’re so arrogant—”

“And you’re in denial.”

You laugh bitterly. “About what, exactly?”

He takes another step. His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

“That you want me,” he says softly. “Even when you’re mad. Especially when you’re mad.”

Your pulse jumps. “You don’t know what I want.”

“I know how you sounded when I had you spread out under me.” His voice dips. “I know how you screamed my name.”

You shove him.

Hard.

He catches himself against the wall, laughing like it’s all a game.

You point a trembling finger at him. “You’re so fucking—so infuriating, and cocky, and confusing—”

“You’re the confusing one,” he snaps back. “You act like you hate me but you come the second I touch you. You beg for me like you’ll die without it—”

You scream. “Because I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing!”

Silence.

You’re breathing hard. He’s staring at you like you just cracked something open.

“I don’t…” Your voice shakes. “I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what you want from me, Jeongin.”

He stares.

Then?

He crosses the room in two strides — grabs your face — and kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s angry. Messy. Desperate.

You moan into his mouth, fists clutching his hoodie, and it’s like a dam breaks.

Clothes are pulled. Teeth clash. Fingers fumble. He lifts you like you weigh nothing and throws you on the bed.

“You want to fight?” he growls, climbing over you. “We’ll fight.”

His mouth crashes onto yours again, and you claw at his back, needy.

“You drive me insane,” he mutters against your throat.

“Good,” you snap, yanking his shirt over his head. “You deserve it.”

He growls, bites your shoulder, makes you gasp.

“Still think you hate me?” he pants, grinding against you.

You whimper. “Shut up.”

His hand flies to your throat again — gentle, just enough pressure to pin you to the moment.

“Make me.”

You do.

The kiss is fire. His hands are everywhere. You can’t get close enough.

Your shorts are gone before you even realize it, and his fingers slip between your thighs like they’ve missed this.

“You’re soaked,” he growls. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

You whimper. “Jeongin—”

“You gonna beg again, baby?” he taunts. “You want my cock that bad?”

You moan as he teases you, rubbing you slow and firm, right where you need it.

“Say it,” he whispers, voice dark. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” you gasp. “*Fuck—*please, Jeongin—”

He groans. “Good girl.”

And then he’s sliding into you in one deep, perfect thrust — and you sob his name.

Every movement is raw now. Unfiltered. You wrap your legs around his waist and take it all, over and over.

He fucks you like he’s angry.

You take it like you’ve been starving for him.

The room is echoing with your moans, your gasps, the slap of skin on skin.

You feel him lean down, kiss your neck softer now. His voice breaks.

“I hate that I can’t stay away from you.”

You freeze.

It’s the first honest thing either of you has said in days.

You grab his face, kiss him hard. “I don’t want you to.”

After

You're lying on his chest, sweaty and spent, heart pounding. The air feels still now. Like you’ve both been put through a storm and somehow ended up on the other side.

He strokes your hair quietly.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you today,” he says softly. “I just didn’t know what we were doing.”

You close your eyes. “I didn’t either.”

“I thought if I acted like it didn’t mean anything, it wouldn’t.”

Your chest tightens.

“But it did,” he adds. “It does.”

You look up.

His eyes are soft now. No teasing. Just truth.

“I want you,” he says. “Not just in a hotel room. Not just during a fight. I want you for real.”

You blink. “You sure?”

He smiles faintly. “I think I’ve been sure since the first time you yelled at me over how to fold towels.”

You laugh through your tears.

“Still think I’m a brat?” you whisper.

“Always,” he grins. “But you’re my brat.”

You kiss him — slow this time. Like a promise.

And when you fall asleep, tangled in his arms, the last thing you hear is his voice in your ear.

“I’m not letting you go. You know that, right?”

You smile.

“Good.”

Breakfast – The Next Morning

You walk in wearing his hoodie again.

Chan stares. Seungmin raises his brows. Minho sips his coffee.

Jeongin just smirks, slides into the booth beside you, and drapes an arm around your shoulder.

“Sleep well?” Hyunjin asks, too casually.

You smirk, sipping your coffee. “Like a baby.”

Jeongin kisses your temple.

And no one says a word — but everyone knows.

_

The air is crisp with that annoying kind of goodbye weather — too sunny to match the mood, but just cold enough to make you want to be back in bed.

Suitcases are being wheeled out of rooms, tossed into trunks. People are groggy, hoodies on, coffees in hand. The trip is officially over.

You’re stuffing your duffel into the back of Chan’s car when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, need help with that?”

You glance over your shoulder. Felix is there, smiling, bright despite the early hour. His hair is a bit messy, and he’s still wearing pajama pants, but he looks awake. Which is more than you can say for yourself.

“I’m good,” you say, then hesitate. “Actually… yeah, take this?”

You hand him your backpack and he tosses it in. There's a brief silence while the trunk closes.

Then—

“So…” You turn toward him. Felix is looking at you with that little grin that always means he knows something.

“You and Jeongin,” he says slowly. “Are you… like…?”

You blink. “Like what?”

He tilts his head. “You know. A thing. Dating. Hooking up. Making heart eyes when you think no one’s watching.”

Your stomach flips.

You laugh, but it comes out a little awkward. “Was it that obvious?”

He shrugs, smiling like he’s won a bet. “Only to everyone with eyes.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s… complicated.”

“Is it?” he asks, voice gentle.

You pause. “Okay, maybe not anymore.”

Felix raises a brow. “So, you are dating?”

You glance over your shoulder — and see Jeongin, across the lot, loading his suitcase into the back of another car. He’s in a hoodie, hair fluffy from sleep, and when he looks up, his eyes find yours instantly.

He doesn’t smile.

But he softens.

You feel it all over.

You smile a little, then look back at Felix. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “We are.”

Felix grins, warm and genuine. “Good.”

You blink. “Good?”

He nods, crossing his arms. “He’s different around you. Less of an asshole.”

You snort. “Wow. High praise.”

“I’m just saying,” Felix laughs. “He’s annoying, but… he likes you. Like, really likes you. I haven’t seen him this happy since—” he pauses, then smirks, “—well, ever.”

Your heart squeezes.

Across the lot, Jeongin closes the trunk and walks toward you. His hands are in his pockets, steps casual, but his eyes haven’t left you.

Felix nudges your arm. “Speak of the devil.”

You grin. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it,” he says, hopping into the car. “Just don’t kill each other on the drive back.”

You and Jeongin meet halfway.

He raises an eyebrow. “What’d Lix say?”

You shrug, playing it cool. “Just asked if we’re dating.”

Jeongin smirks. “What’d you say?”

You glance up at him, smirking right back. “Told him it was complicated.”

He laughs under his breath, then leans in, voice low. “Want to make it simple?”

Your breath hitches. “How simple?”

He brushes his fingers over yours. “You. Me. My car. Three hours of driving. One playlist. Maybe a few pit stops where I kiss you senseless.”

You pretend to consider. “Hm. Sounds tolerable.”

“Mm. Don’t lie.” He grins. “You love me.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it.”

But when he opens the passenger door for you, you kiss him on the cheek before getting in.

And yeah… you kind of do.

Thanks for reading xx

[wchswift]

🌺 “let’s have a baby!” *b spits out food* “a what now?” with Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Thank you

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─── telling logan you want a baby

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: you tell logan that you want a baby with him.

contents! fluff, domestic life, established relationship, talking about having a baby.

notes: It was supposed to be shorter but when I saw it I ended up stretching the plot more than planned lol. thanks for the request anon 💜 this is part of my 125 followers celebration! Join the celebration too!

The cabin was warm, the smell of home-cooked food filling the air as the fire crackled in the corner. It was a simple life, but it was theirs. Logan sat across from her at the worn wooden table, one hand lazily curled around a beer while the other stabbed at his food. He looked relaxed for once—broad shoulders loose, jaw not clenched for once, the habitual storm behind his eyes calmer than usual.

Perfect time to drop a bombshell.

She stabbed her fork into a piece of food, twirling it between her fingers. Casual. Relaxed. Then, with the same tone she’d use to suggest a movie, she said—

“Let’s have a baby.”

Logan didn’t freeze. He didn’t tense or give her one of those intimidating stares. No—he did something better.

He choked.

One second, he was biting into his steak, and the next, he was coughing violently. A rough a what now? escaped between wheezes, his hand pounding against his chest like that would somehow help.

She bit back a grin, completely unfazed, and took a casual sip of her drink. “A baby, Logan. You don’t know what a baby is? Want me to explain it to you?”

Logan shot her the flattest, most unimpressed look in existence. If looks could kill, she’d be six feet under.

She just grinned, meeting his glare with ease. “You heard me. Let’s have a baby. A tiny human. Yours and mine.”

“Darlin’, that’s not exactly somethin’ you just drop over dinner.”

She snorted, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, yeah. I figured I’d skip the dramatic lead-up and just say it.”

Logan muttered something under his breath, then leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He grabbed his beer and took a long, slow sip as if alcohol might somehow help him process what was happening. It didn’t.

Finally, he set the bottle down with a thud and looked at her, expression unreadable. “And you’re serious?”

“Very.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. He was silent for a moment, eyes searching hers like he was trying to find some crack in the statement—some sign that she was messing with him. But there was nothing. Only that damn steady, patient look of hers.

Logan let out a slow breath, shifting in his seat. “Jesus, princess,” he muttered.

She grinned. “So… that’s a yes?”

He shot her another look.

“That’s not a yes.”

“Nope.”

“But it’s not a no,” Logan grumbled and went back to eating, clearly hoping she’d let it go. She didn’t.

She rested her chin on her hand, watching him like she could see the wheels turning in his head. “You’re thinking about it.”

He scoffed. “I’m eatin’.”

“You’re eating and thinking about it.”

Logan shook his head, focusing way too hard on his plate. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me,” she teased.

Logan didn’t look up. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it.

And just like that, she knew. He might not have said yes, but he hadn’t said no either. And for Logan, that was as good as an answer.

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so impossible after all.

The conversation didn’t come up again.

Not while they finished eating. Not while they cleaned up. Not even when they settled into bed, the soft hum of the wind outside filling the comfortable silence between them.

But Logan was still thinking about it.

Lying on his back, one arm folded under his head, he stared at the ceiling. His mind ran over the idea like a blade he wasn’t sure was sharp or dull—wasn’t sure if it’d cut him open or just sit heavy in his hands.

A kid. His kid.

The thought should’ve scared the hell out of him. Maybe it did. But it also… didn’t. Not the way he expected.

He glanced to the side.

She was asleep, curled into the blankets, her breathing soft and even. Peaceful. Unaware that she’d just completely rewired something deep in him with one damn sentence over dinner.

Logan swallowed, gaze lingering on her face.

He’d had a lot taken from him in his life. A lot of people, a lot of memories, a lot of time. But here she was, asking him to have something. Something real. Something that wasn’t just fighting and running and waiting for the next bad thing to hit. He was still afraid, afraid that his kid would be like him. A mutant.

But maybe… maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Not if it was with her by his side.

His chest rose and fell with a slow breath.

Then, wordlessly, he shifted closer, his arm slipping around her. He pulled her against him, pressing his lips to her forehead, lingering there for a moment.

“Yeah, alright,” he muttered against her skin, voice low, rough, barely a whisper.

She stirred slightly, shifting into him, but didn’t wake.

Logan let his eyes close. Relaxing with the choice he's come to.

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Ooooo... I looove the idea that the toons go into hibernation mode after the season *rubs hands together in an evil, sinister manner* Would Connie get affected as well? She was meant as a toon for the scrapped Halloween event after all! So I'd assume so...

i like to think she used to be ! considering the halloween event Was scrapped ans she seems to be a permanent toon in-universe, my thinking is she Was a halloween special character and Was susceptible to having to hibernate, but the halloween special was a big hit and they got a lot of letters wanting to see more of her, so they “rewrote” her to make her a permanent member of the cast, and maybe toned down her halloween theming. now she gets to be a side character with the rest of them !

i actually had an idea that she was a little scarier looking in her first appearance :], toned down when she was given permanent status