#anyways enjoy babes✨️

[just-a-hazbin-writer]

I know I mostly talk only about hazbin & helluva right now cuz these are my main hyperfixations atm, but I have some hcs about the looney tunes and their sexual orientations/gender identities/both.

disclaimer: these are just my headacanons and opinions and in no way reflect canon. i made these going off of general vibes, my preferences and what i have seen in looney tunes media. ofc i wasn't able to cover all of it or take every single aspect ab these characters into consideration. the amount of looney tunes content is huge and each rendition of the characters different in their own way. if you disagree with any of these, cool, feel free to even interract, but stay decent without attacking me (or each other, really) for having a different opinion or omitting some obscure detail from the fucking 70s show. we're here to have fun remember!

anyways here you go girlypops��✨️

Bugs Bunny - pansexual and genderfluid

he doesn't give a crap about people's gender & flirts with everyone

doesn't give a shit about gender norms either

sometimes he feels more masculine other times more feminine and he dresses depending on his mood/vibe atm

LOVES wearing dresses & make up, but sometimes he prefers more masculine clothing (again, depending on the mood)

usually tho he doesn't wear anything out of commodity

he's a 'casual dates' type of guy and can get fleeting crushes on random ppl regardless of their gender (but he can't see himself in a long term commited relationship with anyone except for daffy, but doesn't realize that yet shhhh trust me bros yeah, anyone)

he would be fine with any pronouns but mostly uses he/him again out of commodity

Daffy Duck - bisexual with a preference for himself

i think we all saw this one coming

WAYYYY too much homoerotic chemistry with Bugs (baffy ily sm pls come to me)

the way he calls Penelope or Lola "sister", like i'm sorry, sir, that's gay

i can see him also liking women tho tbh

he's giving ✨️chaotic bisexual energy✨️

himself will always come first tho, sorry everyone but y'all have nothing on this sexy duck ass💅✨️

Elmer Fudd - bi-curious/comphet

for some reason i see him questioning his sexuality after feeling attracted to Bugs in drag

but it takes a while for him to admit to or explore that since he is so used to the idea of liking women

Yosemite Sam - heterosexual

i don't see him as queer at all, he seems very straight to me

he CAN be a little fruity sometimes tho, i'll have to admit

but nahhh he's straight

insecure af tho

represses all the time

doesn't want to be percieved as weak so he tries to overcompensate by being overly aggresive

toxic mascilinity has this man in a tight grip, send your thoughts and prayers for him😔🙏

Wile E Coyote - asexual demiromantic

no attraction, just acme

usually doesn't look at people through the lens of physical or romantic feelings

he is a genius after all, his brain opperates differently than the ones of plebian simpletons that succumb to such primitive desires (he's undiagnosed autistic💀)

COULD fall in love tho as long as he has a strong intellectual connection first (which is VERY rare), but sex just won't be that important to him

Roadrunner - aroace, non-binary

no attraction/gender, just running

i kinda like the idea of them using they/them

this bird just looks genderless to me

Foghorn Leghorn - heterosexual

that's an obnoxious straight man who mainsplains the shit out of everything if i've ever seen one

not homophobic tho, just really annoying

Pepe Le Pew - bisexual, with a preference for women

despite mostly longing for a petite femme skunk or whatever, he would be in fact fine with men

it would take for him longer to admit tho

he'll get there eventually

but he is NOT straight i'm sorry that man is fruity af😭

also that one time he went chasing after Sylvester thinking he was a skunk without giving a shit he was male💀💀

like.... you mean to tell me he couldn't tell the difference between a MALE CAT and a FEMALE SKUNK?? really? that's your explaintation?? be fucking for real

i'm telling you he was so into it he just stopped giving a shit ab gender in that moment

dude saw a chance and went for it lmao

that man just wants a skunk to be in love with, that'a all

he is just too oblivious to realize his attraction to men because of his old-fashioned approach to romance and his idea that he needs to woo a lady😭

Penelope Pussycat - heterosexual

unfortunately Penelope has not escaped the straight prison😔

Porky Pig - heterosexual

i know, I KNOW, dafpork shippers don't jump me pls BUT.... i can't see him as queer😭

i'm sorry but i just can't, this dude is just a nice shy straight fella (not the gross type of nice guy but the actual nice nice guy)

he is giving malewife who is super sweet and simps for his partner and helps around the house a lot

but he also has that air of tradition idk how to explain

i admit, he CAN be a little fruity esp with daffy

but in my view it's just for gags and porky doesn't mind it because 1) he's secure in his sexuality & who he is

and 2) he is also very comfortable with daffy himself

like they've known each other for like 8 decades or smth at this point it doesn't even matter

things between them in my opinion are purely platonic, they are just touchy with each other bc they are bffs💗

maybe MAYBE he could have an experience with another guy just out of curiosity, but rn he is going strong with petunia and so it's not on his to do list

but yeah he is straight - but an ally obvs✨️

Petunia Pig - heterosexual

also an ally✨️

she gives me strong straight girl vibes who likes to stay at home and make fresh baked cookies - nothing wrong with that, slay queen💅

Sylvester - heterosexual/bi-curious

he has a son and a canon wife (although they seem not to be together anymore?? idk lt canon can be chaotic and confusing and it changes a lot anyway)

he never really thought ab it and was mainly focused on women

he started questioning after Pepe pursued him tho

despite resenting it at first (*cough* internalized homophobia *cough cough*) he started reflecting afterwards and was like wait why do i kinda find the idea of another man liking me hot??

Tweety - asexual panromantic & genderqueer

this bird gives no shits about gender

there is already a lot of people who don't know upon first glance if he's a boy or a girl and that's fine by him because he doesn't really want to be either

they just love the fact that people can't put him in a box and uses their long eyelashes, high pitched voice and gender neutral name to confuse others even more

they are fine with every pronoun but likes it the best when people mix them up

in the olden days he used he/him and didn't really mind BUT he DID mind the fact that people thought of him as a boy cuz like... it didn't feel like him

she actually liked when people called her a "she", not because she thought of herself as a girl, but bc of the notion that ppl couldn't pin point exactly what she was

that's why they quickly adopted she/her pronouns (it was the 50s but he couldn't give a fuck ab it💅✨️)

he stopped telling ppl what he was and let them use whatever pronouns without correcting them

later when he found out about they/them he had a major LETS GOOO moment

he loved the idea of being a genderless creature

nowadays they are a proud he/she/they user and LOVES when people use all of them (one time they call him a he, the other a she, then they uses they etc)

she doesn't consider herself to be anything and is an absolute MENACE about it

like full on trickster messing with people kind of thing

he also gets random casual crushes on people regardless of gender (without intense physical attraction tho)

Granny - lesbian

old lesbians, i love you💗

i know, i know she COULD be the lgbt ally grandma that comes to pride with home baked cookies but she ISN'T bc it's better this way :)

smth ab her being a lesbian just scratches my brain the right way

she is an old woman-kisser idc

have you ever seen this woman with a man?? nope, cuz she doesn't like them

she's also never been married and doesn't have kids

the literal definition of an old childless cat lady and happy about it

Witch Hazel - lesbian

sapphic witches, i love you💚

her and Granny are together and living the cottage core old lesbian fantasy bc i said so

Gossamer - genderfluid

they have no gender, just a... creature of fur existing

they identify with monster and that's it✨️

Marvin the Martian - aroace & non-binary

no attraction/gender, just boom boom

he is an autistic alien who uses he/they pronouns

touch aversed and just repulsed by any kind of romantic or physical contact

has no sense of gender and doesn't understand why the earthlings would label things like that

like... why are the earth creatures so closed minded??

the notions of gender, romantic and sexual attraction/relationships are completely different on Mars and he doesn't identfy with the "earthling" way of doing this AT ALL

just wants to focus on his hyperfixations and do his own thing in peace (aka blow up planets, slay king✨️)

Speedy Gonzales - heterosexual

that's a straight ally right there💅✨️

the deffinition of healthy masculinity

he would kiss another dude for 20 dollars tho, that's just a good pitch

Mac and Tosh (the Goofy Gophers) - gay

they are married, you honor

the cute gay couple next door who are always polite and welcoming🌈💗

The Tazmanian Devil - asexual heteromantic

he loves his wife, Mrs. Devil😌

other than that - no (sexual) attraction, just spinning

Lola Bunny - bisexual

space jam 2, i am looking right at your bisexual-coded lola, don't think you can get her past my gaydar

she's for the boys and the girls✨️

she is cis but likes to play with her gender expression, sometimes presenting as more masc (space jam 2, i'm looking at you again), othertimes as more fem (think tlts)

[otherone12]

♡ Valantine's Day ♥︎

-> Masterlist

MCR x Reader

A/N: Heyy!! So since you guys decided pn thst poll, here i am posting the Valantines day little scenarios. I know it was two days late, but 14th was my step father's birthday, and yesterday my whole town were out of sign, so i couldnt finish. Anyways, sorry for taking too long with the requests... but im working on that. Well, hope u like it <3

Summary: Cute small fics about Valantines Day with the boys 💕✨️

- Word Count: 2.050

- Warnings: None

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…-

Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong

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♡ Gerard:

500 - Words

Gerard's hands were around my waist, my back pressed on his chest, his breath peaceful against my skin. 

I closed my eyes enjoying the moment, then felt his grip tight around me. 

- Morning’ beautiful…

His voice was lazy as he kissed the back of my neck.

- Morning’ babe. - I smiled - did you sleep well? 

- With you by my side, always. - He nuzzled my hair. - how ‘bout you?

- Me too.  

I turned to him, to give a quick pack on his lips. The warming feeling of him was just perfect, and I wanted to stay like this the whole day. 

-You know…- he murmured - i planned an amazing day for us… 

- Oh… - I couldn't hold back a grin… - Do you?

- Uhum… - he nodded - the best Valentine's Day of your life.

- Thats a huge promise, Gee

- And I intend to keep that promise - he kissed me again, longer, and i smile against his lips

After a while, we got out of the bed, and we had a normal day, until Gerard walked to me in the living room.

- Babe - He called from the basement in some sing-song voice. - come down here!

I get up from the couch and almost run down to the basement. 

The second I walked into the basement, I saw it. Blankets, more pillows than i can count and a bizarre amount of my favorite snacks. 

- Surprise! - his smile was kind, but a bit unsure - I-i thought you would like some… uh… more… uh... reserved place... just for us?

I walked to him wrapping my arms around his neck. 

- You know me so well, babe - I saw him blushing a bit and leaned to kiss him. 

His hands moved awkwardly to my waist, and soon we broke apart.

- So… you liked? - his eyes glowing with hope.

- I love it. 

He took my hand and we sat on the floor, the pillows and blankets nesting on us, and he grabbed the tv control, and looked at me, like I was the most perfect thing in the world.

- Uh… I picked some movies for us… I was unsure if you'd prefer rom-coms or our usual horror movies… - He said, not looking at my eyes yet - so I picked both…

His gaze went up to me with a sheepish smile. And I looked at his hazel eyes, and couldn’t help but smile at him. 

- Gee… it's perfect. - I tilted his chin to keep him looking at me - and we can watch whatever you pick. You already made my day. 

-R-really? - he blinked, surprised.

- Yes…  

- I love you - He said, barely louder than a whisper. 

- I love you too, Gee.

My lips found his again, and he held my face, as if he was afraid that I would disappear if he let me go. Our kiss turned deeper and we were just enjoying the moment.

And just like this, we spent the rest of the day cuddling and watching movies together. And as he said, this was the best Valentine's Day ever.

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♥︎ Frank:

520 - Words

Our day went normal, and I actually wasn't expecting anything too much coming from Frank, cause he wasn't exactly the cheesy kind of guy, but he never let it side too. 

Well, everything was normal, until the Sun went down. 

I was minding my own business, and Frank held me from behind.

- Hey, babe… - he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss on my shoulder. 

- Hey…? - I raised my eyebrow, having no idea what he was planing. 

- I was thinking… you should come with me… - he rocked me a bit, his voice soft - i planned something for you.

- For me?

- Yep. - he pulled away from me enough for his eyes to meet mine - it's Valentine's day, you know?

- I know - I chuckled - I just wasn't expecting anything from you.

- I’m offended! - He gasped, putting his hand on his chest in mock offense - you think im not romantic?!

- I didn't say that! 

- Then what? - he said in a high pitched tone - I'm not capable of making something for my babe? 

- Frankie…

- No no no - he held my wrist, not tight, just enough to make me move with him - you are coming with me, and you will see how romantic I am!

He led me to the garage, and opened the car door for me. The second I looked at the passenger seat, I saw a bouquet of flowers, not red roses like the usual, cliché kind of flowers, no. He picked my favorite flowers. 

- See? - He said, like he was trying to prove his point - I know what i'm doing, okay?

I chuckled and shook my head, amused. Then before I got into the car, I kissed his cheek. I couldn't stop looking at those flowers, and as soon as he got into the car, I looked at him, smiling.

- So, where are we going, Romeo? 

- Patience, darling…

He chuckled as he started to drive. The city lights were beautiful, and the moon brought that movie-like atmosphere. 

After a while, we stopped at some drive through. Frank grabbed burgers for us, and the way he just knew what to pick for me was enough for me to feel seen.

More minutes of drive, our music playing on the radio, not cheesy ones, but our kind of loud and messy songs. His hand on my thigh all the time while he drove. 

Out of nowhere, he parked, but we didn't get out of the car, but looking up at those stars, being with him in our little world with good music and fast foods. 

- So? - He asked, waiting for a reaction from me.

- So what? - I raised my eyebrow.

- Admit that I’m romantic! - Frank almost whined.

- I don't know… - I teased, with a grin - you didn't kiss me yet…

- Oh, so that's it? - He took that as a challenge, and soon his lips crashed into mine.

Frank was definitely proving his point, the kiss wasn't soft, quite the opposite, there was tongue, teeth and passion.

When we both were breathless, his forehead rested on mine, and I looked deep in his eyes.

-You know i love you, right Frankie?

- I know… and I love you too.

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♡ Ray:

510 - words

It was Valentine's Day, and I was already expecting my boyfriend to do something special, like he always does. 

Ray is always the kind of old-fashioned romantic, but he has his ways of making things different. 

My day started with the sensation of his curly hair on my neck, while I was focused on making pancakes for our breakfast.

- Morning, love

He murmured with his lips ghosting my cheek. His arms around my waist. 

- Morning, babe. 

I sighed contently, leaning a bit on his chest.

- This smells good… - he nuzzled in my neck - but not as good as you…

- You are extra sweet today… is all of this because of Valentine’s Day? - I teased, smiling. 

- You haven't seen anything yet, love

I giggled as he pulled me close.

Later, I was on the couch, reading a book. Then Ray walked in, dressed in a pretty hoodie and his usual jeans. Then I glanced at his hands, and there was a red rose. 

- Is this for me? - I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

- What do you think?

- Uhm… - I made a fake thinking expression - I think you found another partner…

- You know I could never do that, right? 

I got up off the couch, and walked to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, our foreheads touching.

- Yes… i know 

I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips against his. The kiss was romantic, intense, and full of our chemistry. 

When we broke apart, I kept my eyes locked on his, he smiled at me, his hands holding my waist.

Ray handed me the flower, and took my hand. 

- Now, I'm gonna take you to our real date. 

He opened the door of our house, and we walked outside. 

We walked for a while, and I had no idea where he was taking us…

- Where are we going? - I asked, looking at the rose on my hand.

- It's a surprise… - he grins. 

After a a few minutes, I saw it. A small and reserved place at the park, a towel on the floor, with a picnic blanket, two glasses and a bottle of wine. My eyes wide. 

-Ray…?

- Happy Valentine's Day, babe. - He said, kissing my hand.

He led me to the picnic blanket, he sat by my side, it wasn't that comfortable, but having Ray with me made it the most comfy place ever.

I looked around, the completely perfect landscape, the sunset in front of the lake… it looked like a movie.

Ray grabbed a glass and served the wine to us, handing me one. 

Our eyes met again, and I could see all the effort he put on this date. My free hand reached for his face caressing his cheek with my thumb. 

-Thank you, babe

I leaned close to him, and before he could say anything,  I closed the gap between us, our kiss was intense, he put his glass down, holding my waist and pulling me close. 

When we pulled apart, he cupped my face. 

- I love you. - his voice was low and tender. 

- I love you too… 

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♥︎ Mikey:

520 - Words

After a busy day at work, I wasn’t exactly tired, I was excited. Mikey had told me earlier that we were going out tonight, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned. Our past Valentine’s Days had always been conventional, a nice dinner, enjoying each other’s company, stealing kisses across the table. But something in his voice earlier made me think tonight might be different.

I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my outfit, making sure everything was just right. I wanted to look good for him. As I adjusted my hair, I heard footsteps behind me.

- Hey, darling… - Mikey’s voice was soft as he entered the room.

- Hey, Mikes,- I turned to smile at him.

His eyes scanned over me, full of warmth. 

- You look so good…- he murmured before leaning in to press a kiss against my temple.

- So do you, - I teased, winking as he took my hand in his.

- I think we should get going,- he said, gently tugging me toward the door.

I expected him to drive us to some restaurant like usual, so when he pulled into the parking lot of the arcade, I was momentarily surprised. Before I could even ask, he scratched the back of his neck, looking a little nervous.

- I thought we could do something different this Valentine’s Day…- he admitted. - I mean… only if you’re up for it.

- Of course, I’m up for it! - I grinned, squeezing his hand. - Hanging out with my man and playing video games? Perfect date so far.

His shoulders visibly relaxed as a relieved smile spread across his face. 

- Well… glad you like the idea, sweetheart. Let’s get in?

I nodded eagerly, and we made our way inside. The vibrant lights from the games cast a colorful glow over the room, and the familiar hum of arcade machines filled the air. My eyes immediately landed on the air hockey table.

- Sorry, babe, but I’m going to eat you up, - I teased, grabbing the mallet.

- We’ll see about that, sweetheart. - Mikey smirked, trying to look serious but failing. 

The game was intense, both of us laughing as we tried to outmaneuver each other. Every time he scored, he’d shoot me a smug look, and every time I scored, I’d playfully gloat. But at some point, we stopped keeping track of points and just enjoyed being together.

We played everything, Street Fighter, Pac-Man, Mortal Kombat, Bomberman, even taking turns on Super Mario. It felt like we were kids again, lost in the moment, completely carefree.

When the night finally wound down, much faster than I wanted, we gathered up the tickets we had won. Mikey didn’t hesitate before walking up to the prize counter and picking out a cute stuffed animal.

- Well, that was fun… - he said, intertwining his fingers with mine before holding the plushie out toward me. - And this is for you.

- Thanks, babe… I love it. - I hugged the soft toy to my chest, grinning. 

- And I love you, - he whispered before leaning in, kissing me soft and slow, like he meant it. Like he always did.

- Love you too, Mikes.

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~ So... that's it! Hope u liked it!

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[little-annie]

✨️Happy Holidays @kikidoesfanfic ✨️

“Robin, I swear to Santa Claus, if you don't stop trying to make me walk under the mistletoe at the same time as Eddie—”

“I know, I know, you'll open all my gifts and tell me what they are. It's not that big of a threat, Babe, I'll still get the gifts in the end anyway.”

“Yeah, well— still.”

“Yeah, still you fucking dolt—”

Having heard enough of a conversation he wasn't even supposed to catch wind of, Eddie tries to appear as if he's not sulking when he enters the living room to find the remainder of their guests spread about.

The tree is still up, the stockings are still hung and he thinks, even if he doesn't get the mole-dotted, sun-kissed gift he really wants, well, this Christmas might still be alright.

Leaning against the breakfast-bar, dressed in their awful Christmas sweaters, Gare and Freak are drinking spiked eggnog from mismatched mugs and still whispering about Krampus only knows what. Just as they were when Eddie left the group to go to the washroom, and inevitably overheard Robin and Steve whispering themselves -not as quietly as they should have been- about Eddie, and Steve apparently not wanting to kiss him.

Which, whatever, Eddie can get over it.

Maybe.

He thinks.

Sure, since even before they moved in together, he and Steve had something going on. But in all the years that they've been friends, they've never crossed that very definitive line. They touch, sure, cuddle occasionally, hell, they even sleep in the same bed from time to time. But they've never kissed.

And apparently, maybe they never will.

Stepping past Jeff and Chrissy cuddling on the couch, Eddie tries to not scowl at their joy as he goes to get himself an overflowing mug of eggnog incase it's not as easy as it sounds to enjoy this holiday season.

Continue reading on Ao3⬇️⬇️⬇️

@strangerthingswritersguild

[dairyminki]

this heavily reminds me of my san series ngl

✨️ part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: make it up to you

pairing: choi san x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff to suggestive real quick

warning/s: use of pet names (baby, babe, kitten)

wc: 879

a/n: hello hello to one of my fave persons here! this is just one of the many pics u sent me sooo sit back and enjoy ig?? helpsksks i'm really thankful for that san series of urs btw cos it was the reason we both started talking hehet,,,anyway! i hope u like this one luvv <333 and yes the pic do be rlly reminding me of ur san im screaming this was not so nice of u

*reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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San chuckles, hearing the frustrated huffs that manage to escape your mouth every now and then. He could practically see from the vanity mirror, currently in front of him, the little pout on your lips as well as your arms that are crossed against your chest.

You were already in bed, dressed in your bluish sanrio themed pajamas and—he bets—you're absolutely warm and comfortable under the comforter right now. Although, your furrowed brows say otherwise.

"What's my kitten pouting for, hmm?" San coos, a hint of teasing present in his tone. He has his head slightly angled to the right as he eyes his newly moisturized face in the mirror, two fingers pressing on his lips.

The thing is, he's currently intently admiring his no makeup face and he's not trying to deny that because—damn, he does look great.

You always tell him this, and there are still times that he can't quite put himself to believe it—not tonight though, obviously.

"If there's someone who resembles a cat more, between the two of us, it's gotta be you, Choi San."

San stills in his seat and his self-admiration comes to a halt.

You…

You just called him, San. Not sweetie, not darling, not bubba, and most of all, you didn't call him, Sannie.

Rather, you referred to him with his government name, and this was enough to relay to him just how deep your growing annoyance with him is now.

"Baby…" San softly says, he briefly lifts his butt off the stool as he turns to fully face you.

But when you make no effort to reply and simply cover your face with the comforter instead, he stands up and makes his way over to the bed.

San keeps sweetly uttering the endearment until the mattress dips due to his added weight and until the very moment that he's already laying beside you.

A whine comes out of San's mouth when he sees that you've managed to steer clear of his not so subtle attempt of caging you in his arms. You avoided him by rolling towards your left and viola!—you're now a human sized burrito.

"Baby!"

"Don't baby me!"

"But you're my baby!" San whines even louder.

"Yeah? And you kept this baby waiting for an hour when you promised you'd be done for only a few minutes," You argue, prying off the comforter from your face—San takes note of your slightly red face with a smile—your movements, sharp.

"Babe, I had to make sure that I've wiped every ounce of makeup from my face. Plus, I wanted to be presentable enough for you since we haven't seen each other for like a week," San squeaks, and he sees that you're trying your very best not to roll your eyes at him.

Instead, you scoff.

"You're pretty handsome already, Sannie. I always tell you that."

Ah, now there's that nickname he loves hearing.

Now lying on his side, San musters all the strength needed to pull you towards him—though, he didn't really need that much to do so. This action causes your body to be unwrapped from the comforter and ends with your face flat against his rock hard chest. San laughs when he hears you mutter an 'oof,' and then wastes no time to wrap you in his arms and entangle his legs with yours.

You were now his prey, trapped, and if he's merciful enough, he might just be contented in giving you a few kisses to make it up to you—despite your cute whines—for just a few seconds and then release you from his cage-like embrace, and call it a night, afterwards.

"Ou shmell good." San hears your muffled voice, and he giggles because of the light vibration your voice just made against his chest. And then you're pushing yourself away from him at arm's length, staring up at him.

"Have you been working out more, by the way? Your chest is…" You pause to clear your throat. "...rock solid." You continue, blushing.

San does his absolute best to stay calm despite your comment and your now flustered face. Instead, he makes it a mission to tuck every stray hair that fell and covered your face, behind your ear, and not meeting your eyes while he does so. And he was doing great, very great.

Well, that was until one of your hands gripped his muscly arm, and the other started playing at the neckline of his black tank top.

It's safe to say that the tables have turned and San was now the flustered one.

He is now the prey as he finally locks his eyes with yours. The dark gaze you were wearing was a clear indication that it won't just be cute kisses tonight—but rather, a hot long night filled with further lingering touches and kisses trailing down—

"Make it up to me?"

But, oh—San is very willing to make it up to you, alright. In fact, he might just not show mercy after all.

San hears you murmur, which enticingly pulls him out of his reverie. And then it happens so quickly, with San barely having any time to blink, that now you're already straddling his hips. San's chest heaves at the sight of you on top of him.

[lilydaisylily]

I Love You (Finale✨️)

Hey lovely readers!

This is the final part of the series and I really hope that you'll like it🥹

It took me some time to finish this series because of work and life, but yeay me as I manage to write this until the end (with blood sweat and tears added🥹🥹)

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The day of your departure has come and there's a teeny-tiny hesitation pooling in your heart when you're walking towards the departure gate. Your parents already give you the green light you've expected and getting on a plane is the next right step to do, well, according to your plan, that is.

"We'll miss you, babe. Have fun. I'll deliver that punch I've mentioned right after you leave, so don't worry. *smirking*"

"Heal your heart, y/n-yah. Don't worry too much, okay?"

Mingyu and Wonwoo both give you a bear hug, squishing the life out of you. Beth, on the other hand, just quietly sticking herself right next to you since in the car until now, never letting you go.

"Do you have to go that long? 1 year is a very long time, y/n! What will happen to our weekly sleep over if you gone this longg? Who am I supposed to hug when I sleeppp?!" Whining cutely is what Beth do best for as long as you can remember, and it will always get to you every single time. You hug her, saying you won't go for long and she can hug Wonwoo every night if she want, not that that shy boy will refuse anyway.

You hug your best friends one last time before stepping into the departure gate, waving them a goodbye. You take your seat and make yourself comfortable for your upcoming long flight journey.

*

The cold air greeted your skin once you step out of the airport along side with your luggage. This is it. This is what you've been wanting to feel for awhile now.

Your busy schedule always dragging your ass back to the office whenever you wanted a break but none of it will happen this time as Rebecca confisticated your laptop and assure you that 'work can come bite you later', following with her wish for you to have a wonderful holiday.

The weather is so nice today that you can't help but to grin excitedly. You glance at your watch to find out it is still early in the morning. Maybe you can grab something to eat before your chauffeur arrive.

Not long after you contemplating on what your breakfast will be, clad in a well fitted uniform, a man in his forty come close to you and introduce himself as Phillip, your designated driver during your stay here. Phillip is also one of your parents' people as you've seen him at some of many balls you've attended when you're young.

You greeted him politely and Phillip help you to load your luggage in the trunk and drive you to your place while exchanging small talk with each other.

The place that you'll be staying in is medium in size where it is a cozy place to live for one person as yourself. The house that you chose are surrounded with lots of flowers and trees and the most important feature of this house is its wide backyard where you can see a vast blue lake as your permenant view everyday.

You settle yourself in in no time and while doing that, you just can't help but to wonder what Seungcheol is doing right now. Does he know that you're gone? Will he come to bring you back? Does your relationship with him really has come to an end? Are you really ready to let him go fully?

*

"I'm telling you for the last time, LET ME OUT OF HERE! Seungcheol will come to get me and you guys will be dead meat, just you wait!" Jessica shouted for the nth times to be let out from this foreign room that she just woke up into.

She just leisurely strolling at the mall when a sudden blackout happened and the next thing she knew, she's in this room, with her hands tied up to the bed post.

"LET ME OUT, YOU SON OF A BI-" Her shouting is left hanging when the door are unlocked from outside.

"Cheol? Cheollie baby? Is that you?" Jessica called Seungcheol's name anxiously, hoping that it really is him to save her dear life from this place. From outside of the door, it took a hell lot of self-control to not directly kill the very woman who started all this mess.

After calming himself down, Choi Seungcheol finally step into the room, staring at his prey with a lethal expression.

"Baby! You've come to save me! Please, this rope is killi-"

"Who is the baby's father?" Seungcheol question her while eyeing her already visible baby bump. "Of course this baby is yours, Cheollie! Whose baby am I willing to carry if it is not yours?" Jessica answered him confidently, well atleast that is what she thought she's doing.

"Baby, please believe me! I will never lie to you! This baby really is yours! Soon, we will be a wonderful parents together! Isn't it wonderful?"

Her dazzling smile soon turned upside down when a sudden interruption of a man coming into the room as per Seungcheol's signal to enter, bringing along a bag of medical equipment, a similar sight of when one have to draw blood at the hospital.

This scene is making Jessica squirming in her seat and a panic cold sweat slowly claiming their place all over her body.

"Cheollie, what is he doing? Why does he wanna take my blood? Don't you trust me?" A very obvious crocodile tears starting to come out from Jessica's eyes, in hope that it can touch Seungcheol's supposedly soft spot for her since they are together few months back.

"We'll have that trust talk after the DNA test come out. You better start praying for your life because once I found out the truth, you'll know what it means to fool me." Seungcheol's words is like a verdict upon her and she's starting to struggle helplessly as the man with the needle come close and ready to pierce the sharp tools into her skin.

"No, no, NO, NO! Don't come near me! Get away! GET AWAY, YOU SON OF A BITCH! Cheollie, stop them pleasee!! No, don't!" Her scream doesn't affect the man as two more burly men come to make her stay in her place so the blood can be drawn out quickly.

"NOOOOO!"

*

You are enjoying your breakfast in a small cute cafe Philip suggested when a person calls out your name.

"Y/n?"

You turn around and found a familiar figure within your eye sight.

"Hong Joshua? What are you doing here?" You eye him with amusement as he takes a seat infront of you, making himself comfortable while ordering a cup of coffee for himself.

"Well, a little birdie told me that you came here for a holiday so I thought maybe I should go too, considering how heavy of a dark circle I have here." His smug smirk is making you laugh and seeing it makes him crack a warm smile too.

"Well, what a well informed little birdie you got there." His little humor cheer your morning up alongside with your caramel latte.

"You've cut your hair."

"Yes I did."

"Its beautiful, it suit you very well"

"Why, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Gentlemen. You're not bad yourself."

"Why, thank you for the compliment, Ms. Looks good in everything."

A serene silence engulfed both of your being, leaving just a quiet clamour coming from the cafe staff and other patrons in the cafe as your background melody.

Joshua just stares at you for quite some time. Something is definitely brewing in his mind, you suppose.

"Are you okay now?" Joshua ask while stirring his warm coffee.

You can just offer him a smile for an answer. Its only been three months since you are here and its quite difficult to say that you're fine in this kind of situation.

"How long are you planning to stay here, y/n?" Question two.

"As long as needed, Josh. As long as needed." You stare at him, wondering why exactly is he here.

As if he can read your mind, Joshua answered your question without having you to ask, "If you wonder why I'm here, then the answer is simple." He cuts his pepperoni bagel, stab it and lift his fork to your mouth, which you happily take a bite and savour the taste.

"I just wanted to see how you're doing. Plus, I'm doing my little birdie a favour to look after you on his behalf."

You just continue chewing as you've got a hunch on who's the little birdie Joshua is talking about.

"Why did he send you here, Josh?" You ask.

"Because he's worried, I think?"

"You think?" You snorted at his respose. Joshua is a very amusing person you've known so far, well, beside your besties of course. His way of thinking is very, well, peculiar. Plus, it's unique too, in different circumstances.

"At least I think so. Jeonghan doesn't even bother to bat an eye on his request so it's kinda become my job to carry it on." Joshua innocently spitting out the clue on who's this little birdie is and you've got your precise answer for it.

"Why should he be worried about me? He already got himself a baby and a grown ass crazy women to take care of yet he still wants to play Mr. Goody two-shoes? How benevolent of him." Talking about this in the morning makes your mood sour for various reason and you try your hardest to not roll your eyes because of it.

You're trying to finish your breakfast as soon as possible when Joshua started to talk you out about the situation that you and Seungcheol are currently in.

"Well, about that, I actually wanted to tell you something important and I really need your full attention this time. Can you hear me out first? We can stop if you don't wanna hear it, so no worries." Joshua wait for your respond eagerly, and a simple nod is all he needed to carry on.

"Okay, I'll make it as simple as possible for you."

Joshua start off with the dr*g issue that Jessica gave to Seungcheol which lead him to be a s*x maniac and slept with her. The problem where it only applies whenever Jessica is around still remains as a mystery as none of the experts knew why and how did it work that way.

Moving on, he told you that a blood DNA test has been tested and it turns out that the baby is really not Seungcheol's. While making this statement, Joshua paid his full attention on your reaction and much to his expectation, a sign of relief and solace gradually taking its rightful place in your entire being and Joshua glad that he can convince you in hearing him out.

"What happen to Jessica then?" You asked.

"Well, this is the part where my little birdie have done a really good job, you see. He finally put that menace of a women in an asylum where she should be in the first place. That women is crazy mad. I really don't know how you put up with all of her antiques all this while."

You just smile and finally breathe out a breath of contentment after finally knowing the truth behind what had happend between you and Seungcheol.

Speaking of the man, shouldn't he be the one to be present here and explain all of this mess to you?

Why did he sent someone else to do so in his place?

While you're in your own thought, Joshua fish out his phone and send a text to someone.

Joshua: Hey man. Just explained the whole thing to her like you asked. She seems to took it positively, thank heaven. Should I move on to the next agenda or you'll just come here directly instead?

Seungcheol: Thanks man, I owe you one. Nah, just stick to the plan. I'll meet her there.

"Are you done eating? Any plan after this?" Joshua asked, ready to plant his next move.

"I usually take a walk around the park nearby after breakfast. Wanna join me?" Your plan is perfectly match with his and he swiftly paid for both of your meal before leading you out of the cafe.

*at the park*

There's a lot of people around the park albeit the cold morning weather. The faint sound of people talking and laughing has been your serenade for the past months you're in this place. It soothes your mood and calm you down, a slight dose of serotonin for your well being.

"You okay?" Joshua asked as he looked at you for the nth time already. It seems off to you as Joshua looks kinda nervous for some reason.

"Why wouldn't I be? Besides, the question should be mine to ask, though. Are YOU okay? You seems, off." Your eyes started to wander around to see if there's anything that triggered Joshua's anxious behaviour. And right on cue, you've found your answer at the end of the pavement.

Stood tall is the mighty Choi Seungcheol, looking sharp and handsome as ever, warmly clad in his navy overcoat which you love it on him everytime he wears them, a clean wolf cut hair that again, is your favourite look on him, and what more do you have to describe this man? He's basically the most perfect man you've seen all your life.

"*ahem*. Like what you see?" Cheeky Joshua mode, on.

"Shut up. Care to explain why is he here?" Your eyes unwillingly move from Seungcheol to a smirking Joshua who suddenly pull you in his arm and give you a light squeeze hug that seems to be his encouragement for you to face your battle in a short while.

"Before you punch his perfect face like your dear giant friend does, do hear what he's going to say first. You'll be unwilling, I'm sure. But as your friend, I really think that you are perfect for each other. So go and talk to him, end whatever sad drama you are both in because me and Jeonghan really cannot stand a sad puppy Seungcheol anymore, seriously."

He release you and look you in the eye and continue, "whatever the outcome is, we will still be there for both of you so I hope you'll make the right choice. Okay, love?"

"Thank you, Shua. We will." You smile at him, thankful for his words. Joshua pinch your cheeks lightly before turning to Seungcheol, nodding his head as a que for him leaving you both alone after he's done with his part.

Seungcheol took a wide step in his way to you and he stand right infront of you in no time, thanks to his blessed long legs.

You just stand there, staring at his beautiful black orbs. There's a very obvious dark circle under his eyes, proof that he didn't sleep well these past months.

As Seungcheol finally have the courage to look up at you, he can't help but to gape at you for your hairstyle change. You look ethereal in styling your short hair, pairing with his beloved cream colour on you. In the next second, he find himself magnetically pull you into his arm, holding you tight as ever as he missed you so so much that his chest hurts everytime he thinks about you.

"I missed you so so much, love." His tears starting to fall when he finally felt you in his arms for the first time in months.

"I'm so sorry for whatever I've done to you, to us." He starting to sob as he hugs you tighter, closing to merge both of you into one.

"I messed everything up, love. I don't want to lose you, y/n. I can't lose you or I'll lose my mind. Will you give me a chance to explain?" It took you a while to give him your answer and Seungcheol began to panic.

"No, Seungcheol. There's nothing to be explained anymore. Shua already told me everything, I- "

Seungcheol felt like his heart stopped beating when you denied his plea to explain. His hugs around you becoming tighter as he whisper his pleading desperately to your ear. "Please, love, please. Please don't do this, y/n, I beg you please." Seungcheol suddenly on his knees while tears falling from his eyes like a broken dam, kneeling in despair.

You are shocked with his action and quickly mirror his move to be on your knees infront of him. You cupped both of his tear-stained cheeks and look him into the eyes before leaning in for a kiss.

Your delicate warm lips softly meet his plump one to stop him from crying.

"Love, listen." You whisper without distancing your lips from his.

"Shua already told me everything on what's going on and I've made my decision." Without waiting for you to continue, he shook his head vigorously, not liking what he thought he's about to hear from you.

You smiled at him, kind of expecting this behaviour from the love of your life.

"Cheollie baby, let me finish my word first, please?" Seungcheol stopped his action once he heard the endearment nickname from your mouth, light slowly taking their place back into his eyes as he saw a slight ray of hope from you.

You pull Seungcheol off the ground to stand while holding his hands before you continue.

"I know we are both a victim in this drama. I've done my part in investigating what's going on as well. Jessica has been on my back for years, trying to drag me down in the muds. She will try to make a mess in whatever things that I do and try to take anything that I hold dear, knowing it will hurt me."

You stopped for a moment and caressing Seungcheol's cheek before continue.

"You are the one that I love with all my heart, and I knew that she will do something to take you away from me. The situation becomes a mess and it shooked my entire being when she said that she's pregnant with your child. My heart shattered on that spot I'm standing that day and I feel my soul was on her last straw to remain in one piece." Your tears starting to flow down your reddened cheeks when the images of Jessica caressing her stomach popped up in your mind.

"My heart stays that way since and I took a flight here, treating it as a way to piece it back together eventhough it might take some times to be healed again. Turns out, after what Joshua told me, I felt like air starting to fill my lungs, letting me breathe normally again without me gasping for one."

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry for what I've done to you." Seungcheol pulls you in his arms again and caressing your back affectionately. He kiss your temple while saying 'i love you' in between and you tighten your hold around his waist as you breathe in his familiar masculine scent that you missed so much.

"I love you, Choi Seungcheol. I love you so much." Your confession is making him broke down in tears again as he feels his heart becoming full with you filling the empty gap.

There is one more thing for him to do and he's determined to do it now. Seungcheol suddenly on his one knee for the second time today with a completely different reason from the previous one while slipping his hand in his pocket to search for something.

You are flabbergasted with his action and eyeing him with curiosity on what he's going to do next although you might already know what is his upcoming move will be.

A small black velvet box coming into your sight once Seungcheol pulled it out from his pocket to be presented infront of you. He open the box slowly to reveal it's content and you can't help it but to gasped emotionally, covering your mouth with shaky hands.

"Y/n, I know this is so sudden but I think I'll die if we ever be seperated again. I love you and will continue to love you for every beat of my heart, until death do us part. I can't stand without you by my side ever again. I'm sorry for what I've done to you and I'll spend the rest of my life making up to it if you ever let me. I can't promise you the stars but I'll try my hardest to pick one for you if ever you desire for one. Will you marry me, y/f/n? The guy who is completely and madly in love you?"

He waited for you to answer his multimillion question and you can't help but to nod your head in agreement, happy tears streaming down your already damp cheeks. Your answer made Seungcheol to taste the air in his lungs again as he somehow forgotten on how breathing actually works.

He beams and smile radiantly after you say yes and swiftly put the big fat diamond ring on your finger before you change your mind. He get up from the ground to hug you tightly with claps and cheers from your surrounding spectators as a background melody, cheering for another happy ending for your love story.

"I love you, y/n. Thank you giving me your forgiveness. I'll never let you go ever again."

"I love you too, Cheollie. I'll love you until the end of our time."

✨️the end✨️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Finale

[acourtofchaos]

BABE THIS IS SO SO GOOD, I SWEAR YOU HAVE THIS INSANE TALENT OF WRITING A CHARACTER IN WAY THAT SHOULD MAKE ME HATE THEM BUT INSTEAD YOU MAKE THEM SO RIDICULOUSLY HOT THAT I CAN'T?!!!

LIKE,

A fish swimming too comfortably, teasing the rabid pack of piranhas. Waiting to sink their teeth into the meal that he is, and maybe he’s sick - for thriving off it, the competition, the blood-thirst, but he can’t help who he is.

WHY DID I FIND THIS SO ATTRACTIVE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME 😂😂

You’ve followed in the footsteps of the fallen, walking the same carved path, right back to his den.

I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS SENTENCE, THERE'S A REAL SENSE OF DOOM OR DAMNATION FROM IT, THE GOING SOMEWHERE THAT YOU KNOW LEADS TO NOTHING GOOD BUT DOINT IT ANYWAY... ITS PERFECT

He offers you a pleasant grin when he comes face to face with you, leaning against the doorframe. He knows what you're here for and yet he’ll enjoy taking his sweet time in making you wait - dragging out the smell of desperation reeking from you.

HE'S A LITTLE SHIT AND I HATE HIM (I DON'T I LOVE HIM GODAMMIT G) I CAN PERFECTLY IMAGINE HIS SMUG FACE AAAAA

“Hey now..” He discards the towel behind him, crossing his arms, relishing in the way your eyes flicker like a laser to his bulging muscles, and he rubs his chin in thought. “I don't remember ordering a lonely piece of hot ass."

I SNORTED. MATTHEO WHAT THE FUCK 😂😂

He grins, flicking his tongue to slither the shell of your ear, the deepness of his voice rumbling out in a chuckle, “just as desperate as last time…it's like you’re begging me to appease that pretty little cunt again.”

His fingers slide behind the barrier of your panties, and he speaks again, enjoying teasing you. “Is that what you're here for? To beg me to fuck you?”

“Fucking wet and for what? A quick fuck? Couldn’t just go to someone new could you...” He laughs, shaking his head, his fingers curling, thrusting faster, “no, because your body belongs to me and it knows it, doesn’t it?” 

THE COCKINESS OF HIM. I WANT HIM PUT IN HIS PLACE SO BAD BUT AT THE SAME TIME HE CAN JUST KEEP GOING BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST 🥵

He grins mercilessly, picking up the pace, keeping his eyes locked on yours, threatening to roll back. “Are you happy now? You got what you needed?” His tone is smug and condescending, cockiness reeking off of him with every grunt. “Course you are.”

I'M QUESTIONING MY OWN DIGNITY RN

For he knows it doesn’t matter that his back has already turned, disregarding you, his attention now on his permanent vices. He smiles to himself at the sound of the predictable insult your mumble beneath your breath.

THE WHIPLASH. GOD YOU KNOW ITS COMING BUT THE INSTANT DISREGARD WAS LIKE A SLAP IN THE FACE.

As he lights his cigarette, he turns to bid you adieu, knowing he doesn’t have to change a single thing about himself. It won't be long before you'll get that desperate tug, like a signal sounding you, the distant call of the carousel that never ends.

FUCK. THAT'S IT, JUST... FUCK. I AM WOUNDED?? AND IT'S LIKE YOU CAN'T EVEN HATE HIM FOR IT??

THIS WAS PERFECT, IT WAS HOT AS FUCK AND I'M FEELING ABOUT A THOUSAND DIFFERENT THINGS THAT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EXPRESS WITHOUT SCREECHING. YOU SMASHED IT BABE, ✨️1000/10✨️

CARAOUSEL

everyone’s a slut for mattheo...and he's well aware

warnings, nsfw 18+, fem!reader, degrading dirty talk, fingering, piv. an: sorry its been so long, so enjoy this 2.7k feral thought, I am posting from the car 🤍

Mattheo collected girls like trophies. They accumulated to him easily as breathing, flocking left and right, eyeing him down the halls with hopeful glances, their mouth salivating like he’s baiting them.

A fish swimming too comfortably, teasing the rabid pack of piranhas. Waiting to sink their teeth into the meal that he is, and maybe he’s sick - for thriving off it, the competition, the blood-thirst, but he can’t help who he is.

The same way he knows they can’t help their desires, defenceless against the sinful temptations that lure them towards him, he knows exactly what effect he has on women. It doesn’t matter how he treats them after the deed is done, discarding them like candy wrappers. They’ll still see him as a god. They still return despite leaving his dorm with a fresh load of shameful baggage.

It’s inevitable, truly, crawling back to him like a dog begging for that last bone. Mattheo knew it and, undoubtedly, so did all the rest. Because every girl is the same, so very predictable - even the ones you might doubt at first end up proving him right, eventually. Because every girl is living with a secret of pile of pure and utter filth buried within and Mattheo’s plenty happy to reveal it to you.

They know exactly what they’re getting involved in. He’s not one to hide behind a sweet facade like his friend Berkshire might. Mattheo lays it all out on the table, every little intention, and it’s by your own free choice whether you agree to continue on with the ride.

That’s part of the fun for him, seeing the way their dignity chips away and they welcome him in, relishing in the delicious humiliation you allow him to feed off. It ignites Mattheo with pure energy, feeding off the desperate souls of eager playthings. He’s yours for the night offering you the full buffet. If not by his looks, then with the filth of his words, that’ll have you eating out of his hand and leaving stuffed.

He finds deep amusement in their fleeting glances as he distracts himself with a cigarette, already moved on from the night's activities. The way hesitancies sit on their tongues as they consider asking him for things they already know he’ll refuse. Wishing to be that one golden exception that makes him beg you to stay, to change him and his ways.

You’re no different, despite the delusion that you may be. You’ve followed in the footsteps of the fallen, walking the same carved path, right back to his den. While some came with more spritely enthusiasm, seeking another round, your head practically hangs, eyes staring down at the lost dignity dragging behind you.

Shame reeking off of you potently as your hand curls into a fist, almost hesitating, pondering the stupid idea that this was. But, nevertheless, you knock with a sense of urgency just like the others had.

He offers you a pleasant grin when he comes face to face with you, leaning against the doorframe. He knows what you're here for and yet he’ll enjoy taking his sweet time in making you wait - dragging out the smell of desperation reeking from you.

He had purposefully answered without his shirt having expected company at this hour, his hair still soaked as he drags a towel across the top roughly, leaving his curls untamed, just how he likes it. 

His eyes shine with amusement at the agitated huff you exhaled, as if he had dragged you there himself.

Arching a brow at your unpleasant expression, he clears his throat with a deep rumble. “Hey now..” He discards the towel behind him, crossing his arms, relishing in the way your eyes flicker like a laser to his bulging muscles, and he rubs his chin in thought. “I don't remember ordering a lonely piece of hot ass."

Your face drops within the second, grumping a response to his sarcastic mockery, making sure he spots your expressive eye roll. "Shut up, you wanker.” 

The sound of your grumble is music to his ears and only makes him laugh as he steps back without a fight, letting you barge your way into his room. His eyes follow your figure, looking down at the curve of your ass as he closes the door behind him, reaching to pull you back into his side.

His hands make haste to caress your waist. “Aw, you're feeling pathetic coming back?"

His eyes study the clear humiliation that lingers in your gaze, eyes that looked so bright and sanguine the last time, but the lust is still clear. It shines through stronger hidden behind the curtain of shame and it makes him grin.

He leans forward, his hands still rubbing your hips in a way that momentarily calms you, and his breath ghosts your ear, his words exhaling with mocking excitement. “It’s ok.” A small nip pinches your ear, “I'll help remind you.” 

He doesn't waste further time with chitchat, his hands sliding beneath your shirt feeling the warmth of your skin, his body; strong and eager, manhandling you up against the wall. His body cages you in a tight embrace as his lips find yours with ravenous enthusiasm. It’s all so hard to keep up with the way his lips mold with yours so naturally, encapsulating feelings of being wanted, desired, like you’re here for more than sex.

Like this isn’t just some sexual arrangement to him, but it's never more than that to Mattheo. Doesn’t matter how alluring the company is, he’s not so easily persuaded, for why only one when he can have a tonne. He’s a man of his word, at least to himself.

That's how he likes it. A man unwilling to be tied down by the chain of commitment, and it’s not like he’s having many complaints. Despite their pouty lips and regretful eyes, he knows they like it. It's why they keep coming back. 

It's why you came back. 

His hands, callous and firm, keep you right where he wants, tangling in the depth of your hairs, pulling at the strands like puppet strings. Every touch is laced with subtle manipulations that he skillfully works into every move, his tongue pushing penetrating past your lips at the constructed gasp, not waiting for permission.

He knows he doesn’t need it, never has, never will.

It’s the way you feel paralyzed on cloud nine, like you don’t mind him doing all the work. The way your body seems to know that it’s time to submit to the pleasures he’s willing to condone. It’s hard to comprehend it all, your mind buried behind a thick layer of cloud, a bog filled with desire and need, each new move leaving you lightheaded.

His hands fondling everywhere and anywhere as he pleases, your hands only able to fist the waistband of his shorts, trying to stabilise the intense arousal burning under your skin. The air greets the tops of your thighs, your skirt whisked off with the utmost speed, making you recall what the gossipers always say; ‘you’ll be naked with just a blink.’ 

Eyes tinting with a lustful overcast, darkening the softer brown to a near complete fullness like there's nothing behind them but pure, carnal need. Mattheo’s fingers dance up the exposed skin, his lips seeking solace against your neck, licking and sucking, creating long-lasting marks. A branding - a reminder he wants you to take away with you, to keep you stuck looping on the longing memory of tonight.

The pad of his thumb presses, rubbing antagonizing slow circles on your clothed clit as if remembering that he has time as long if only to tease you. His kisses grow sloppier, urgent and merciless, trailing higher to those sensitive spots he has memorized, behind your ear that have you whining, your hips bucking up against his hand pathetically.

He grins, flicking his tongue to slither the shell of your ear, the deepness of his voice rumbling out in a chuckle, “just as desperate as last time…it's like you’re begging me to appease that pretty little cunt again.”

His fingers slide behind the barrier of your panties, and he speaks again, enjoying teasing you. “Is that what you're here for? To beg me to fuck you?”

A delicious gasp spills from your swollen lips at the push of his digits, heat flooding your bloodstream at his degrading questioning. Your mind is struggling to seek a clear thought, too focused on the pleasure pulsing through your cunt, his knuckles scraping your walls perfectly.

He watches the way your mouth drops paused in exclamation, eyes fluttering shut, the tilt of your head banging into the wall. It's absolutely euphoric and Mattheo knows this moment is going into his mental folder. For every whimper, moan, plead you offer him stays with him as a medal, a keepsake for his services. 

“You're pathetic, not deaf, sweetheart.” He retreats his fingers briefly, letting his thumb continue the torturously slow ministrations, relishing in your whine, as he waits for an answer. Your body shines with a humiliating glimmer translucent to him and he licks his lips, dipping his head to meet your eye, his free hand resting beside your head casually.

You don’t want to beg. You’re definitely not that desperate. Right?

He raises a brow, sliding his fingers back in between your folds and increasing the pace of his thumb, the sounds of your soaked pussy filling the room. “Mm, no?” He asks sarcastically, continuing his taunting among your whines that are increasing in frequency.

“Fucking wet and for what? A quick fuck? Couldn’t just go to someone new could you...” He laughs, shaking his head, his fingers curling, thrusting faster, “no, because your body belongs to me and it knows it, doesn’t it?” 

Your eyes have since closed during his degrading speech, but you nod rapidly, feeling on the verge of your orgasm, readily willing to do whatever he wants for the trade. 

His laugh echoes his dorm with a deep husk at your pitiful answer, “I know, sweetheart. Gonna be a little slut and make a mess in your pretty panties?” He watches you wither, your hand gripping his arm, denting your nails into his skin as your knees weaken, your climax bursting, coaxing a wave of attainment fulfilling you.

He removes his hand, licking the remnants of your arousal off his fingers and reaching for his shorts. They're off in a second, followed by his briefs, your chest heaving still from the release. You barely get a glimpse at his cock, sitting upright against his abdomen before he spins you, his fingers nudging your back that makes you lean into the wall.

The saturation of your wet panties makes you squirm, arching your back, trying to seek any friction, not even caring anymore how whiny and needy you’re begging. He’s right, it's why you're here after all. Mattheo revels in the sounds that you let loose so uncontrollably. There's no room for secrets. Just raw, unconditional truth.

With firm hands, his fingers knead into your skin like dough, holding your body to ground him as he grinds his cock against your covered pussy. Your bodies slick together in a tight compression of heat and hunger, the dampness coating his length and he rests his chin on your shoulder listening to every breathy whimper and moan you utter. 

“I love girls like you.. who pretend they’re better than the rest.” You're all just the same, slutty, desperate, greedy things wanting him and that's ok. He won't respect you, but he won't judge you, at least not in a way you won't enjoy.

He kisses behind your ear, beginning to push your panties down off your hips - his eyes drifting down to watch in mirth at your immediate response to finish taking them off for him. “Impatient aren’t we.” 

“Please.” 

“Oh, now, the begging starts.” He chuckles lowly, pulling himself back, nudging your legs further apart, he presses a hand to your back, and you instinctively tilt forwards for him. “Atta girl, gonna take me with no complaints, yeah?”

The desperate nod has him smirking, how adorably naïve he hums the thought to himself. With ease, the tip of his cock nudges inwards, pushing between your folds, lathering him fully in your earlier arousal. It's warm and tight like you really haven’t been able to seek anyone else and he groans, a deep hoarse sound at the possessive thought. 

The feel of his cock grazing the depth of your walls makes your head drop, as well as your arm feeling the need to hold yourself at the pressure building.

And then he moves. Hard, forceful thrusts drilling back in repeatedly as you moan out in intense pleasure, unable to keep yourself quiet. His hands squeeze your sides tighter, his lips covering your neck with a litter of bites, the carnal adrenaline coursing through him needing an extra way of release. 

“Fuck–Mm,” He snarls, his voice straining as he configures a sentence from the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock as if unwilling to let go. “Fuck-shit that’s it.. that’s it squeeze my cock like your life depends on it, like you ain’t enjoying being fucked by me, like this won’t be the last time.”

The way he’s not afraid to be vocal, every groan makes you feel impactful that you’re doing something right. Maybe you could change him and his ways if you just do everything he wants. Your mind consumed with delusion behind every hit of his cock against your cervix, every mocking, belittling degradation, sending a pulse of arousal to your core.

Thrumming waves of desire flow over your body as you whimper, loving everything he gives you; you want to be used by him and it’s only under the touch of him you feel unashamed.

His hand finds familiarity in your hair, tugging on the makeshift reign, and your eyes meet his. Desperate, raw, completely wrecked already, it's a sight worth capturing.

He grins mercilessly, picking up the pace, keeping his eyes locked on yours, threatening to roll back. “Are you happy now? You got what you needed?” His tone is smug and condescending, cockiness reeking off of him with every grunt. “Course you are.”

He knows you're enjoying it and can hear it in every pleased reaction you make. In the way, your eyes close, fluttering like you're falling into a sweet dream. Your hand is right on his wrist as he squeezes you and takes a hold of your throat, relishing in the hitch in your breath.

He knows there will be another time, and that once he shatters you in a moment's time, you’ll leave like you did last time with a stubborn, bitter mutter shamefully admitting what a bad idea this was. But you'll come back.

“Come on… cum for me.” He chants encouraging you, “make me proud like the desperate slut you are.”

His hand squeezes tighter, the airflow suffocating, just enough to the point your head spins and leaves you weak and compliant. Your second orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave, and you whine a breathless scream before oxygen replenishes back into your lungs. His grip settles back on your waist as he tenses holding you steady as his own hips jerk, his muscles convulsing before he groans out a release.

A shiver runs down the length of your spent body, legs quaking from the bliss still consuming you. Mattheo stays rested on your back for a mere second before he’s pulling out, wanting to detach himself from any accidental acts of intimacy.

He’s polite enough to redress your underwear, but only for the lewd thought of his cum dripping through your panties, sending you packing warm and with a lasting memory that'll have you ready to come his way once more. 

For he knows it doesn’t matter that his back has already turned, disregarding you, his attention now on his permanent vices. He smiles to himself at the sound of the predictable insult your mumble beneath your breath.

As he lights his cigarette, he turns to bid you adieu, knowing he doesn’t have to change a single thing about himself. It won't be long before you'll get that desperate tug, like a signal sounding you, the distant call of the carousel that never ends. Continuing to drive hope and delusion into you, desperate for the attraction that is Mattheo. 

Navigation. Masterlist. Mattheo masterlist. Ty for reading! And Ty to my wife ily!! @amongemeraldclouds divider found here!

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

I remember that post you made about Sukuna who used to have threesomes but nothing else turns him on anymore but you, and he's so frustrated that he can't have a threesome with two of you ajsjjakjsa

Can we break reality for a moment and get ourselves duplicated ��� mans is suffering

Ofc we can break reality. Fuck reality, all my homies hate reality sksks

Anyways something something 2 girls 1 mma fighter sksksk

CW: chubby fem reader, two readers, oral (male and female receiving), threesomes with a copy of yourself? Not sure how to tag that sksksk

Bibbity bobbity boo there's two of you sksksk

Dont ask me how or why, we're here to be self indulgent skskskks

Anyways, Sukuna is 👀 the minute he sees you and your clone like 👀 hey babe 👀 what's up 👀 what's goin on 👀

He's not subtle about his intentions at ALL, he's got one hand on each ass and he's already guiding you to the bedroom while you're just trynna figure out wtf is going on

He eventually shushes the both of you and pulls you close

"Ladies, ladies, relax. Who cares how this happened? Why dont we just live in the here and now and enjoy ourselves, huh?"

He's literally so ANNOYING!! He's so lucky he's handsome or else it's 🧎‍♂️🦵 OUT THE DOOR WITH YOU SKSKSKS

Anyways, you're young and life is short so why tf not? 🤷‍♀️

Mans does not hesitate, he's diving in and alternating between who he kisses while yall start to undress

He's groping yall without a care in the world, he's already rock hard just looking at the two of you, he is ready to GO

But he can't just dive in, he's gotta go slow and set the ✨️mood✨️

Sheepishly asks if the two of you will go down on him at the same time and lowkey almost cums right then when you agree sksksk

No but having the both of you on your knees kissing and sucking his cock and balls is making this man see God 😩

He has to stop yall after only a couple minutes bc if he doesn't he's gonna cum and he doesn't wanna waste this chance

If you wanna be cheeky then by all means keep going, push him down on the bed and keep sucking his cock and rub your tits on him and make him squirm and struggle to not cum sksksk

No but all you have to do is give him sweet gentle kisses on his cockhead and gently suck on his balls and both give him doe eyes and he's cumming within seconds

He's genuinely so mad that he came so quick like what the FUCK!! He's not a one minute man, yall KNOW this, why's he gotta cum so quick right NOW?? 😤

You're both so sweet and understanding though that he doesn't care about it too long, he's already back to making out with yall and squeezing every inch he can get his hands on

Fingers yall at the same time, forcing multiple orgasms out of the both of you before he's satisfied

It isn't long until he's hard again and begs for the main event

And ofc, bc you're the best girlfriend EVER, you finally help bring his fantasy to life 💕

No babe you don't understand: when i tell you this man is ecstatic when you situate yourself above his face and cock, i mean that he is literally shaking from excitement

Oh god, and when yall simultaneously sink down on him he just wants to die like nothing will ever feel as good as this so what's the point in living

He is literally at a loss for words, usually he dirty talks up a storm but the only thing he can do rn is moan into your pretty cunt

He's bucking his hips up into you and guiding your hips to press firmly against his tongue

He mumbles "ride me baby" but yall dont know who he's talking to. Turns out he meant both of you sksksk like bounce on his cock and grind that fat wet pussy in his face till yall cum

He cums pretty quickly again, which he gets mad about again, but he insists that yall keep going until you're satisfied

Leads to the best sex Ryomen has ever had holy fuck

Your pussy feels heavenly on both his cock and mouth and he turns pussy drunk within 10 minutes of starting

Accidentally overstims all three of you bc he holds yall down even after you cum and keeps fucking you

You're grabbing at his hair and trying to push his hands off but he's too strong and keeps you flush against him until you're on the verge of tears

Wants to keep going but has to tap out after his third orgasm

He tucks the two of you into his sides and cuddles up all nice and snug. Lowkey loves having your squishy pudgy body cradled against both sides, it's like twice the pillows and he's obsessed with it skskks

If the two of yall are still around after a short nap, he begs to go again

Yall switch positions but now he's got one of you on your back while the other has your ass in the air above the first, but the person who was riding his cock is now getting their pussy ate and vice versa

He's a bit more ruthless in this position, hips slapping quickly against your soaked thighs and his fingers pounding into you while his mouth works on your clit

He's so rough but it's only bc he can't get over how good he feels or how lucky he is to be in this situation

Cums two more times before he clocks out again sksksk but don't worry babes, yall both came at least three times as a result of this round

His cock is so sore and sensitive and he's so mad that he's too exhausted to keep going, but yall coo and tell him that he wore yall out and his ego inflates a big to make up for it sksksk

Then he hears a beeping out of nowhere 🤨

He opens his eyes and god damn it, it was all just a dream 😤

Ryo smacks his alarm clock and groans in frustration, appreciating the dream he had but also feeling pissed that it wasn't real

He turns to see you sleeping soundly, your cute chubby cheek smushed against your pillow

It's then that he realizes he's rock hard and horny af

Well... he may not be able to fulfill his fantasy of fucking two of you, but at least he can reenact some of the things he did to you in his dream 🥴💦💕

[hoeforinarizaki]

A SONG FOR THEM.

Type: Headcannons + Scenario

Inarizaki x Fem!Singer!Reader (Whole Team)

Summary: You're a singer, and from a popular girl band. Sometimes, you just don't know how to express gratitude for your friends and so instead, write a song dedicated to them.

No Warnings! But Just Cursing From Me.

Inarizaki:

Feral bitches alert, get your tasers ready.

Jk– anyways, basically at first they didn't know you were a singer because you never really openly sang to anyone.

...Or did so in general because you want to surprise your team. You've had a pretty hard time expressing your own emotions through words, like some other people.

And boom! One day came the thought of like...

"Why don't i just write some lyrics and make a song dedicated to them?" No shit sherlock could've done that like two weeks ago smh– 😒

ANYWAYS...so it took lots of time but you managed to get help from your bandmates to finish doing the song.

Ugh they're such good friends mine could never

And by 'it took lots of time' i mean in a week. I'm an impatient hoe leave me be *sobs* 😭

First of all, before the day of the surprise performance you texted Kita the night before and told him and the team to get to the gym early because of an "announcement".

He was confused on why you didn't just tell the GC but we just want to see them honestly /j

The moment morning came, you and your material gworls bandmates set up your shit and all that before the boys had arrived first.

Congrats, you made it just in time before Kita came.

Manz is NEVER LATE. Periodt 👏

He was looking at the music equipment like "who tf is gon' use all of this during volleyball practice"–

Boi not everything in gym is centered about you and your musty crusty team 🤡 jk i love you guys most. If you don't believe me look at my username.

The moment the rest finally arrived, the cue had started. Definitely not Suna immediately taking his phone out–

Nah actually he gon' take a video. You better prepare.

So now let's talk about their reactions...Kita may actually be the most emotional one to me for some reason. People say he's not much of a person for expression but..

HE LOVES YOU SO IT'S OKAY BABES 😍 okay lol i'll stop so let me just say it. You know that scene in S4 where Kita cries after getting his team jersey? Yep.

He looked like that. His eyes were ready to make waterfalls. But how you ask?

Ah, here we go. Of course you make meaningful lyrics.

And Kita was very touched by them. And because of that, manz was the first to realize the song was for them.

He's like, "You made this for us...? Oh. I'd have never thought you think of us that way" while close to tears I'M SUCH A DAMN SIMP UGH 😫

Aran's totally just looking at the scene while "👁👄👁" is just written all over his face lmao like rlly? You??

He's just gonna be shocked when you hit the high notes.

You're perfection to me shawty, whoever says otherwise shall face the wrath of the daddy captains– and no fr stop saying you aren't you're more than enough <3

So back to the boys, Suna's definitely just recording. Yep, i really can't leave that out.

Though you can actually see a small smile forming from his mouth because damn you so pretty up there 💞

Onto Atsumu and Osamu...oh boy.

If you don't like being cat called or disturbed in the middle of performances, you're gonna hate them /j

"LOOKING HOT BBY!" "FUCK OFF TSUMU CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE RUINING THE MOOD–"

Ah yes, the daily life of the Miya Twins ft. (Y/N) 💀

Omimi and Akagi just looking there, awestruck and love filled in their eyes damn i love them shdisishsjksks

Anyways, so the moment you finally get off stage, you are gonna be swarmed with men. Congrats, they're already part of your harem but you made them simp even more ✨️

Compliments coming from the twins, Kita looking at you thinking of a hundred ways to ask you of marriage–

It's getting too obvious i like him isn't it...it's true tho, he prob would be thinking of that lol.

Anyways, i hope you enjoy your fox boy harem 🦊💘

BONUS: Because the were mesmerized as hell by your band's performance they're thinking of recruiting your bandmates for their team theme song during matches.

Haha yeah, good luck dealing with that, main vocalist.

Scenario Time!

(Please listen to the song if you want! And read the english lyrics after if you want to know how emotional it is *wink*)

"I LOVE YOU!"

"Tsumu, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up.."

The sounds of booming music was heard from the gym, the calming sound of the bass along with the melodious sound of the keyboard right in tow. You were right inside– singing and conveying your feelings to the audience you had gathered.

'Even if my heart froze over, you would always be there to embrace me and tell me, "it will be okay".'

From behind his phone's screen, Suna sticks his tongue out at the twins fighting. "Hear that? I always comfort (Y/N) when she's lonely more than you two." This ticks them off. Atsumu glares right at the pussy hair boy, seemingly jealous.

"Shush, Suna!"

This keeps going on and on until the moment Kita finally tells them to stop. He just wants to hear your beautiful voice and nobody else's. Just– let him have a moment.

'And believe the world will change, it's so filled with kindness. So much that tomorrow will be dazzling, too.'

Aran had nearly begun sobbing. "What a good hearted girl." He quietly praises while watching you stand right up in front of the stage, with the biggest smile on your face as you sang.

"Can she be mine?" Akagi deadpans, stars almost coming out of his eyes. I'm afraid to tell you that you gotta get in line, (Y/N)'s already got these other boys–

...

It was done, the sounds of the instruments began to fade and you look to your team, soft expression never fading once. It was that time on that they had known you would never leave them, because with those lyrics alone, you definitely chose to stay.

Clapping. You wanted to hear that most. Because you tried hard to confess– maybe a bit too hard just thinking about the song, but it was worthwhile to see some of the boys's rare smiles.

Ah yes...both sides agree it was a real blessing to have you on their team. No take backs.

The song may have been short, but the time you'll be spending together with them will live on forever. They don't need the memories, but sometimes, exceptions can also matter.

[juliedrawz]

*Gasp* What is this? A new post?

Sorta ...

Eh ... hola!

I wanted to sneak in and tell ya, I'm still around! I haven't abandoned my blog! *cough* summer just began offically; well, if you take it from the calendar that is. ☀️

I hope you guys are all well! So far, I'm wonderful! I'm absolutely enjoying my relaxation time. But I also miss interacting with you guys! And I miss the Coco babes T ^ T

What am I doing/going to do?

Well, I'm still traveling. As mentioned in my last post. Italy is next. 🏖✈️🌏⛰️

Never the less I've still been drawing and writing. There are so many characters from my book I want you to meet ✨️ And of course, I want to keep telling Héctor & Ernesto's story, alongside Imelda and Ceci. (It's a lot! )

So, yes, I will be a TINY bit more active now but not entirely just yet!

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy summer and my coming posts 😊 also, friendly reminder, that despite my break, I'll gladly answer any questions you might have. You can also still ask me things about my book in private chat.

~ See ya'll 🤗 ~ Julie

[bookishjules]

Prompt: “For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

Ship: Jimon

:D :D

alright babe I see you ;) enjoy ✨️

(send me a prompt!)

For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something . . . Simon's pencil lingered on the paper a moment before continuing in a frantic scribble . . . Jace, on the other hand, would rather continue on as if that night never happened. He hasn't brought it up once, and every time I try to talk about it, he deflects, pretends he doesn't know what I'm talking about. Like, okay, maybe you made a drunken mistake, but at least own up to it?

Simon sat back and pushed his notebook away from him. The point of his pre-lyric writing journaling was to bring his emotions to the surface, but he had a feeling he was going to have to take things slowly today.

It had been an accident. It had been a stupid Stupid Simon moment. It was very possible--likely, even--that Simon hadn't been the only one with a lapse in judgement. He was pretty sure he'd made the first move, but then again, he had been drunk. And how much did one move count for, anyway, considering how far they had gone past a hand on a knew or a peck on the cheek, or whatever that first move had been?

"Refill on your coffee?" a voice asked from above him.

Simon startled, looking up at the barista who had spoken--it was Patrick, the ginger kid who usually ended up working the late nights at Java Jones.

Before Simon could gather his thoughts enough to nod his head, Patrick was producing a steaming mug of fresh drip coffee from behind his back. "Lyrics not coming tonight?" he said, replacing Simon's empty mug on the table.

Nothing eluded the Java Jones baristas. He sometimes wondered if they kept files on their regulars.

Simon shrugged. "If I could even get to the lyric writing . . ."

There was a ding across the cafe. Simon glanced over at the sound and saw no other than Jace Herondale pulling open the front door. His eyes wandered determinedly around the room before finding Simon at his table in the corner.

"Oh good, looks like your lyrics have arrived," Patrick said conspiratorially.

The barista faded away just as Jace was reaching Simon's table. He took the seat opposite Simon, who quickly flipped over the notebook he'd been writing in.

Jace wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at him.

Simon raised his eyebrows. "Yes?"

"We need to talk."

It was Simon's turn to stare. "Yeah, no shit." He paused, then said in a lower voice, "I've been trying to talk about this for days, Jace."

"I just-- I don't get it."

"What isn't there to get? We--"

"Oh shut it, Lewis, I get that part." Jace ran a hand through his golden hair, and Simon couldn't help but imagine what it had felt like between his fingers--soft and thick and-- "But why you?"

Ouch.

"Thanks so much for coming all the way to Brooklyn to tell me that," Simon said.

Jace went on. "Look, I'm sure you're feeling similarly. We can hardly keep up a civil conversation--there's no way this wasn't a mistake."

He was trying to convince himself. Simon could hear it in his voice. It was true that he and Jace annoyed the shit out of each other, but that didn't mean he didn't know his friend.

"I know most people find me irresistible." Jace was saying, the glint of humor in his eyes obviously forced, "I'd just assumed you'd be immune. But I came here because I thought we should clear the air and--what?"

Simon was shaking his head. "You really didn't feel anything Jace?"

Silence.

"Could've fooled me," Simon said. He stood, his coffee refill untouched, and grabbed his notebook. "Come back when you can be honest with yourself."

He wasn't mad. Not exactly. He'd always been better at reading other people, and he knew there wasn't a chance in Hell that Jace didn't want this, them--didn't want whatever had happened the other night to happen again.

Simon walked out onto the sidewalk, heading for his band's shared apartment. If anything, Jace had definitely brought with him a whole host of lyrics--just like Patrick had prophesied.

[akumastrife]

✨️ 🌈 🌻 🎀 🎉 🍭 🎙 💌

babe thank you so much

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

No Price Too Great; No Distance Too Far the rarepair raven cycle medieval au I wrote for a bigbang (my first and last)! Its 40k, all the things I like to write, with a bunch of flowery metaphors and 97% just yearning okay. It was a lot of work, a lot of love, but unfortunately seems to be too self-indulgent to be a fandom hit.

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

The Coral Isle Alliance, the teen wolf Scott/Danny fantasy kingdom au. I struggled with it because originally I wanted it to be 8 chapters, and a sweeping epic of found family, slow burn, and dreamy aesthetics. But... It sat in my drafts for over a year and I got overwhelmed when I didn't have all the story figured out. There was definitely a mental block that I think in part was because already I knew deep down it was only for me and very few people were even going to read it.

So I took everything I had already written and crunched it down into a one shot, and tbh that was all it needed to be.

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

lack of engagement definitely makes my desire to write fic very low, and i've been struggling with that for several years now. I enjoy fic and enjoy rarepairs/tropes that I know I'll have to write myself to have, and there's many fics started on my computer. But engagement has deceased so much across fandom in the last 6-7 years and tbh the effort I know I'll end up putting into it to not really get any feedback? It's bleak man. Makes it harder and harder to justify the time when I have original novels I want to write for publication as well.

But I keep writing, and I keep thinking of new aus and fic I probably will never write because I enjoy the creativity of fandom and I have a lot of feelings about characters I don't know what to do with otherwise. Fandom was pivotal for my adolescence, and definitely shaped the way I engage with art. I want to contribute to it, it's just how I am.



🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I feel like I'm really honing my ability to weave emotional impact into the narrative! I can't draw the moment of anguish on a characters face, but I'm gonna try to convey it in a paragraph anyway!

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Oh. Oh, well, I.. don't, i guess? I suppose posting is the reward, as in, the relief of having finished something (something I struggle with.)

How do you all celebrate a posted fic? Clearly I need ideas! =3

🍭why did you start writing?

I've always had the ideas, even before fanfic. And it was never enough to have them, and think about them, there's always been that desire to write them down, flesh them out, truly play around in them. I've been an avid reader since I learned how, and I guess there was always a part of me that liked it so much I wanted to participate.



🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

Thematically, I think 'dust devils on the horizon' (Joy cowboy au) would translate really well with the right narrator.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Yes it's true, i'm rewriting (for the 4th time) a KH fic I started 13 years ago that I want to actually finish this time. I'm posting chapters as I finish them, instead of waiting for all of it to be finished so I don't lose motivation but boy its hard.

When i write fic, which is rarer these days, its for me, or whatever my friends want to read.

[metamorphosisme]

When I just go on the ride to Wendy's to enjoy the ride/ company and nothing is forced on me.

Fiance : do you want anything to eat?

Me : no im at 900cals for the day. If I eat now I feel like it will just make me sad.

Fiance : ok I understand.. but if you want me to share some fries or have at least a bite of my burger you can 😊

Me : Thankyou babe 😘

(He also got me an iced water when we got home 💗.... He gets it, he sees the pain my weight causes me and supports my decisions.. He doesn't exactly agree with me when I go threw starving phases but he understands. )

To be toxic and loved and understood anyway is a blessing 🙌 ✨️