#ivy recs

[asiatic-apple]

I have something important to say

You were SO smart for this part:

Your lover is the personification of gluttony when he devours your lips to make them puffy to match the ones throbbing in your panties.

Also...

Note: For my anon who has been waiting so patiently. Please—Click Here— to read the original ask! I looked into this whole Chinese Hide & Seek thing and I don’t know why they call it that—because it has absolutely nothing to do with China—and that felt a little weird, so I gave it a different name. Felt more appropriate. Seems like it was just a TikTok trend, but I’ve never heard of it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 🫶🏽

Contains: Literal porn w/ no plot, Caleb calls you pips/pipsqueak/honey, they’re just fuckin LOLLL

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: You hide and Caleb seeks you with a kiss and more in tow

Caleb/Reader - Hide & Seek With A Kiss

I’ll be home in five minutes. Call you when I’m in :)

You smiled like the lovesick fool you were after reading your boyfriend’s text, a mix of glee and nervousness swimming in your system at the thought of his reaction.

Caleb wasn’t supposed to see you for another month, the original plan he had to visit sooner being nipped in the bud after he was unexpectedly assigned to something too confidential to share.

You understood the responsibilities he had as the Farspace Fleet’s colonel, and you would never give him any flack in the event that he had to make the reluctant and tough decision to pick his duties over you. But just because he wasn’t able to visit, that didn’t mean you couldn’t take some much deserved time off and come to him instead.

Two weeks ago, you offered that since he was unable to make the trip, it was a good idea to set a date and do a video call as a way to make up for it. Because of your busy lives as two adults in a semi-long distance relationship with demanding careers, you always anticipated for your calls to be cut obnoxiously short because of a work related interruption and if not, your schedules simply didn’t match up for you to talk in the first place.

There was no need for that obstacle to be a hindrance in this instance though, as your suggestion was all a guise for your true intentions. And you couldn’t wait to see the look on his pretty face.

When he found you, that is.

Your idea was perfect, as it forced him to tell you when he’d be home so you could be ready to “answer the phone”, but in reality, it gave you enough time to make your move.

Shutting your phone off to rid any chances of a sudden alert giving you away, you briefly scanned his place once more to make sure nothing of yours was left visible around the otherwise untouched space. You arrived not too long ago with the spare key only you had, using the hour alone to figure out where you could hide your belongings as well as utilize his large flatscreen TV to the fullest potential.

There was so much excitement bubbling inside you that you couldn’t suppress it on your brisk walk to the closet in his room.

Would this be an easy find? Surely. That’s exactly what you wanted. And you just know that even if he wasn’t made aware that you were here visiting, someway, he’d figure it out.

Once you stepped in and slid the wooden louver closet doors together until they lay flat, you were surrounded by all of Caleb’s clothes that had the inebriating mix of him and his favorite laundry detergent. In the span of time he promised to be home, soon the faint beep of his keypad and a door being opened and shut, was heard.

The silence was full of one sided suspense as you held your hand over your mouth and nose to prevent your breathing from being so audible.

Then just as you thought:

“Pipsqueak?”

Your boyfriend was gifted with the keenest intuition no matter how sneaky you tried to be. Of course he would sense your presence after walking in no more than a couple seconds ago.

The vibrating steps of his feet on the floor in his search exhilarates you, and a second call of your nickname only adds to the flame.

“You love playing this game, so I know you know what I’m gonna do when I find you.” he calls out. “That’s your perfume I’m smelling. I’m getting warmerrr, so c’mon and let me see you, honey. Only so many places for you to hide.”

Stifling a laugh, you take a deep breath to control it so that your location isn’t made known.

When he reaches the bedroom, you think you have a grace period, believing he’ll go for under his bed or the bathroom first while he stands in the doorway as if in thought about where to hunt next.

Instead, Caleb’s determined gaze immediately cuts to your hiding place and you swear his eyes meet yours through the panels you’ve been peering through.

With that boyish grin you’ve had years to cherish, he saunters in your direction and you sink deeper into the collection of sweaters, jeans, and shirts, accidentally making a few hangers clatter.

“Gotcha.”

Grasping the nobs, he yanks the doors apart to reveal his favorite person in the world.

You don’t get the chance to greet him as he yanks you out and cradles you in his hands to smother your lips with his own.

You laugh uncontrollably from his loving onslaught, holding yourself up with your hands on his wrists when he dips you like the princess you are to him. He’s chuckling the more his kisses travel around your face to make you squirm.

Only when he’s breathless do you get a moment to speak.

“Surpriseeee,” you gleam through your exasperation.

Even with bated breath, he wraps his arms around your waist and continues to worship your throat with his mouth.

“When did you get here? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“A little over an hour ago.” You bite your lip when his large hands slide up your back. “And telling you would defeat the entire purpose, babe. Nice surprise, right?”

Caleb knows what he’s doing by nipping on your sweet spot. That’s why he’s smiling against you as he does it.

“The best one.”

Slipping your hand up and into his dark strands, he inhales you more when pushed into the crook of your neck.

“Hmm,” he hums. “You smell so good…Been too long.”

“We should remedy that, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I’m way ahead of you, pips.”

You yelp when he abruptly lifts you without warning, palms placed securely beneath your ass with your legs wrapped around him as he takes three long strides to place you on the bed.

Your lover is the personification of gluttony when he devours your lips to make them puffy to match the ones throbbing in your panties.

With frenzied hands, you hold him close to eliminate every bit of distance that you were long tired of. He stands in between your legs and moans into the heated exchange of your sloppy makeout session with a hard cock that was more than ready.

“Let me taste you,” he whispers, his request barely coherent as the command barrels out in between his selfish need to keep your mouths connected.

You shake your head, whimpering when his fingertips graze your skin as he begins the process of stripping you bare.

“Later,” you beg. “I just want you i-inside…”

“You’re already wet for me, honey?” he coos, sitting up to pull your leggings off to which you happily raise your hips in assistance.

“Ever since I got here…”

Something possessive gleams in his already lustful eyes when the spot marking your powdery blue panties proves that statement true. He leans down to graze his lips against your mound in appreciation for being so good to him, making your body jolt and forcing a pitchy mewl from you.

“I’m so happy you came to me.” Another kiss, this time he nestles his nose in between your pussy lips after. “Gonna make the most of every second we have.”

He whispers several unspoken promises along your inner thighs before he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

His cock jumps with the way the fabric sticks to your cunt from all the slick that’s gathered as he peels them off.

“Hoollyyy fuck…” he draws out, rubbing a thumb down your slit to make the sound of your desire echo.

“I t-told you…”

“You did.” He pulls the digit away and puts it into his mouth to let your flavor dominate his tastebuds.

“Crawl back into the bed. Need to take care of my girls.”

You sit up and drag him in for a desperate kiss once more before following his order, a string of saliva connecting you before falling to your chin when you separate. With darkened eyes, you watch him pull his shirt off with one hand from the back of the neckline and toss it to the floor. He goes for his belt next, unbuckling it and working the button of his jeans with his attention laser focused on your fingers that lazily play with your soaked pussy.

When he’s presented to you in all his glory, body sculpted like a god with a heavy cock that you could cry for, immediately you tug off your t-shirt and bra as he climbs atop the comfortable mattress with the sheets that hold his scent.

His tongue is in your mouth while his dick brushes against you with teases of the fulfillment you’ll have.

“Caleb, baby please…” you almost weep, trying not to let the emptiness you hate make you spiral more than you already are.

He doesn’t say anything, lifting off of you and sitting on his knees to grasp his cock in his hand. You insistently clench around nothing and lick your lips when he stares at your cunt as he pumps himself to carefully make the most perfect pearl-like beads of precum dribble out the tip and fall onto your quivering folds.

The warmth of it drives you mad, but when he takes the head of his dick to smear the stickiness around your waiting hole and across your curls, you know that he doesn’t have long before your impatience gets the best of you and you’re flipping him on his back to take what you want.

He’s hovering over you again, already appeasing that burning desire in your belly.

“Watch with me,” he breathes, his face cutely tinged pink.

Nodding, you look down to pay close attention to how he slowly begins to disappear inside of your acquiescent body, each thick inch fulfilling every dream you could’ve possibly imagined.

“You’re so warm, so wet…she’s practically drooling for me,” he shakily praises.

His groans and your whimpers mingle beautifully the further he sinks into your velvet walls until there’s no more room to go anywhere else, and the way you suck him in nearly makes him collapse. So much so that he has to grip the headboard to ground himself. It creaks in his grip while you caress his sides dotingly, his skin like valuable silk against your palms.

Beginning with slow and shallow thrusts, he readies you just before he turns into a man who’s about to take you like he doesn’t know what it means to love.

In and out, the squelching of your union ignites a primal urge within him to keep you tied to the bed so that he could always have you like this—forever.

Quickly does he gain an unforgiving speed and strokes your insides with refined skill to get you drunk off his cock so that as he gets deeper, you’ll do nothing but let him hear how greedily you crave more.

His strong physique presses against your plush one, your nipples grazed by his pecs with every slap of skin.

Caging you in, Caleb never misses a beat the harder he fucks into your eager pussy, and you’re nothing but a blubbering mess because of it.

“Tell me how much you missed me, honey…I can feel it, but let me hear it. Talk to me.”

“So m-much,” you choke, nails scratching down his back. The pain only makes him throb more as you brand him, and he longs for you to do your worst. “I missed you so much…”

His dick is suffocating you from the inside out, but breathing without it is the last thing you want.

“Come for me.” He licks your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as he says all the filthy things you love to hear.

“Be the good girl I know you are…”

Your sweat slicked bodies are graced with that sensational coil in your guts that only feels this good when you’re together. You hold him tighter inside of you, keeping him from slipping away the faster your orgasm comes to push you over the edge.

His hips start to stutter at the same time your body convulses when you cream around his veiny length unapologetically. You scream his name so loud that it would be a miracle if no one’s made a phone call already out of concern or in a hurry to complain.

Caleb’s chants your name with complete and utter devotion as his thrusts slow just before he’s easing his hot cum deep into your womb. You shiver from the heights he’s made you reach, the feeling of him claiming you an experience you’ll never grow tired of.

Coming to a complete stop, he tiredly sits up enough to look at your serene face, and smiles.

“Better?”

“Mhm.” You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck. Somehow it soothes you just as much as it does him.

“Good. How long can I keep you?”

“Don’t pout…Just four days.”

He listens and opts for a frown. “Not long, but I’ll take it what I can get. I still have work, though. I hate to leave you here alone.”

“I know, babe. It’s okay. Maybe I can come by during your lunch? If not, I’ll be here at the end of each day, waiting for you…with open arms, open legs.”

His softening cock twitches at your words. “How’d I get so lucky, huh?”

You chuckle. “I ask myself the same question.”

He can’t help but to swallow your reddened lips once more. Pressing his forehead to yours, you two embrace the fact that you’re together.

“I’ll clean us up and get dinner going. Sounds good?”

You cup his face in your hand and rub your nose with his.

“Sounds perfect.”

He rests on you fully, letting all his weight settle after you’ve told him before how much you like it.

“And guess what?”

“Caleb, if you say chicken butt or something stupid, I’m leaving.”

He snorts, making both of you break out into a chortling fit.

“Just guess.”

“Nope. You tell me,” you smirk.

His expression grows sentimental. “I missed you, too.”

A/N: Idk, I felt like I was interrupting something just writing thisss LOLLL!! Like omg, it’s so intimateee

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Creds to @/uzmacchiato for the dividers!

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Harlivy: A Rec List ♡

Batman: The Animated Series

"Harley & Ivy", "Holiday Knights"

The Batman Adventures #12

Batgirl Adventures

(1 2 3 4 5 6)

Batman: The Adventures Continue (Vol 1) #15, #16: (1, 2, 3)

Harley Quinn: 25th Anniversary Special

"Birthday Blues", "Somewhere That's Green"

DC Love Is Love (2017)

DC's Lex and the City (2025) #1

"A Valentine's Day Gift For Poison Ivy"

DC Pride (2021)

"Another Word for a Truck to Move Your Furniture"

DC Pride (2022)

"The Hunt"

DC Pride (2023)

"And Baby Makes Three"

DC's 'Twas the Mite Before Christmas (2023 - ) #1

"The Princess Switch"

DC Harley Quinn Romances

"Stranger Than Fan Fiction"

Harley Quinn: Make 'em Laugh (2020 - ) #2

"Housewarming"

DC Love Is A Battlefield

"The Beginning"

Batman Secret Files: The Gardener #1

Batman: Urban Legends (2021 - ) #1

"New Roots"

Poison Ivy (2022 - ) #1 - #9

Harley Quinn (2021 - ) #28 - #43

Gotham City Sirens (2024)

Harley Quinn Black + White + Red (2020 - ) #1

Harley Quinn Black + White + Red (2020 - ) #4

Harley Quinn Black + White + Red (2020 - ) #9

Harley Quinn Black + White + Red (2020 - ) #15

Harley Quinn: Black + White + Redder (2023 - ) #5

"#DoubleTrouble"

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures Episode 67 / Episode 125 •

"Branching Out", "The Joke's On You"

small bit in 125 but i love them

Injustice: Year Zero #7, #8

The Strange Case Of Harleen And Harley

Multiversus: Collision Detected (2024 - ) #4

couple pages in the beginning specifically ♡

[asiatic-apple]

I will just never EVER get over how juicy your writing is 😫 and specifically the way you write dialogue!! It's like...I can hear caleb

I can hear him and I'm so flustered rn 🤭 YOU ARE TOO GOOD AT THIS

not sure if you’re written about this yet.. but literally anything to do with basketball player caleb… it’s deserted around here. <3

practice

caleb x femreader | semi public, raw, backshots | minors dni

caleb, ever the over-achiever who had a tendency to hyperfixate on his goals, bought a basketball hoop the same day that he passed tryouts.

it was a brand new one, spanning over 10 feet tall and delivered directly from the sporting goods store down the road. it sat in front of the two car garage of the house, settled in the wide space left between the doors. there was plenty of ground for him to practice drills, dribbling, the likes. after all, that drive to be the best at everything he pursued would never let him rest.

he had a good casual run on the high school team, a hobby that he genuinely picked up and continued to indulge in from time to time. the basketball hoop remained there since the day he bought it, used from time to time the more he grew. it’s one of those little pieces of home that caleb misses when he’s at the academy in skyhaven.

the fireflies were active on a night like this, summer and its generous heat leaving the night air sticky. it clung to his skin, along with beads of sweat that poured from his hairline. he’s been practicing his shooting for a good hour, taking advantage of the hoop and the space now that he was home for the weekend. he had missed the game so much that he even joined the basketball club back at the academy, just an effort to destress when necessary while also getting him involved on campus.

his ball was left abandoned in the grass where it had idly bounced, caleb crouching in the middle of the driveway to take a water break. you had told him before he even got on his flight to linkon that you had some studying to do. he’s been at it for a good hour now but time just wasn’t passing quick enough, mindlessly shooting to calm his impatience.

when you did finally show your face? he was on you like a bee to honey.

“there she is,” he grins as you hop out of your parked car, taking up half of his makeshift court. sweat runs down his collar and dampens the fabric of his sleeveless jersey, tucked away in the waistband of the matching basketball shorts. he tore the hem out and brought it to his forehead, wiping away the mess under his bangs.

not at all for your entertainment. no, that’d be silly.

“you didn’t tell me you were here!” your legs carry you past the short distance, jumping into his spread out arms for a nice hug. he was icky and in need of a shower but that could wait.

every week without caleb around the house felt like being stuck in limbo. the days were filled with absent texts that never convey any feeling, with late night facetime calls that only made the longing worse. it was rare for him to have the time to pop in but he always seemed to find a way.

not to mention, feeling him for yourself was much different. it was easier to study his biceps when they were wrapped around your waist, holding you in his arms and squeezing tight. his birthmarks, the curve of his nose, the softness of his hair could never be captured through a screen or some rushed selfies.

“you have my location,” he reminds you with a huff, settling you back onto your feet by the garage wall. caleb maneuvers himself behind you swiftly, peeling the backpack full of books and notes off of your shoulders. a whistle leaves him as he lifts it for a cheeky arm curl, eyeing you incredulously. “what the hell are you studying, pips?”

the question mixed with his expression leaves you giggly, accepting his arms that snake around your waist from behind as soon as the backpack meets the porch steps. it always felt nice to soak up his natural body heat. “oh, you know. the history of wanderers.”

“sounds boring.” he murmurs into your hair, crickets surrounding the two of you in a nostalgic song. the sun has long set, caleb having only used the porch light and some street lamps to navigate across the parking lot before you pulled in. his weird attachment to little hobbies always brought a faint smile to your face, one he didn’t question when he got a glimpse of it.

his hands roam you with the energy of a man starved. caleb never took seperation easy, finding himself counting down the days that he could see you again. all he’s wanted was to feel the warmth of your skin, every bump and curve and hair. he loved it all the same. his arms lighten up their hold around your waist to slide his hands up chest in a slow creep. your tits fit his palms so well and he kneads them like dough, breathing in the lingering scent of your perfume. it’s slow and languid in a way that screams ‘i missed you’.

thick fingers grope you through the thin material of your tank, teeth digging into his bottom lip when he realizes that you weren’t even wearing a bra. bare underneath the fabric, vulnerable and exposed. your chest heaves and he chuckles, hands traveling south, running along your ribs and tummy.

“imagine my surprise,” he starts with a soft kiss to the shell of your ear, voice low enough to only be heard by you. the sound of clothing shuffling catches your attention, caleb pulling himself out of the waistband of his basketball shorts. you could feel his hard length smack gently against your ass through your pants, a silent testament of his need. “when i hauled all of my luggage inside just to see that you weren’t here.”

the low drawl of his tone has your knees shaking with effort not to buckle, failing to follow most of what he’s saying. how could you? he was busy tugging your sweats down to your thighs, too distracting in the way he nudged the gusset of your panties to the side. his tip was warm and wet when it smacked against your folds in gentle taunting, your mouth parting to let out a mewl of approval.

the subtle green light was all caleb needed, cunt stretching so very wide to accommodate the girth plowing inside of it. he bullies himself through the resistance of your muscles. with every drive, sticky squelches echo into the air. it’s so loud that you can’t help but feel shame burn heavy in your chest, scrambling to reply only for him to go on.

“i was so excited to see you and hug you. show you how much i missed you,” caleb hisses with a particularly deep thrust, punctuating his disappointment. the sensation makes your head spin, swallowing down a plethora of nasty moans that would give you away to any friendly neighbors.

his touch shifted, leaning back from your ear to get a good look in front of him. back arched, body pressed into the bricks. legs twitching with a beautiful ring of thick cream coating his base. his hips slow, hypnotized by the way his length slides in so easy. your asscheeks are spread apart with his hands, sinful as his thumb brushes the little puckered hole presented to him like a five course meal. you keen in embarrassment and it only makes him hungrier.

“i’ve gone too long without this. you have too, haven’t you?”

the question makes you nod rapidly, almost fast enough to make you nauseous. it earns you an exhale through his nostrils, chest molding against your shoulders, forehead falling to rest against the back of your head. the feelings were too much, your cunt so sticky and warm.

“yeah, i know, honey. been so long without a dick inside of this needy pussy but you’re doing so well. didn’t even cry, just took it like a good girl.”

the clench of your walls, the arousal soaking his dick, the melody of your moans— oh, your body is begging for his cum. it’s asking so nicely to be filled but he needs to be responsible. every atom in his brain is willing him to pump you until you drip but now isn’t the time. neither of you were in a position to do something so reckless, to face the repercussions.

his desire, his primal need overwhelms him. so much so that it gives him hot flashes, the rhythm of his hips are interrupted with hasty thrusts, choking on his grunts. his balls tighten and he makes himself to pull out with a broken moan, aiming his hot cum to paint the globes of your ass. thick ropes coat your skin and caleb is able to breathe for the first time since he forced his cock out of your pussy.

a kiss lands on your cheek while one of his thumbs slides his nut over your asshole, smearing it in little circles. he snickers when you whine and swat his hand away with shyness.

“i’m still very much offended that you weren’t here to greet me with your pretty smile,” he coos, relenting to tuck your panties back in their respective spot. you barely have the strength to respond before he’s patting your sensitive pussy once for good measure as soon as the flimsy fabric covers it. “you gotta spend the whole weekend makin’ it up to me, okay?”

[honeycrispappletree]

ivy // hajime iwaizumi ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

masterlist

part 8: wonderwall

by oasis

more!

they lovesick or whatever

they were all lowkey mad at iwa for quitting at first but then they just didnt care anymore because hes iwaizumi and the yn hatred made them forget

oikawa can put his current hatred of yn aside bc he needs them together

akaashi misses having a loud house

kageyama is stressed out being the middle man

kuroo doesnt know how to work the internet right

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a/n: lowkey a filler chapter boooo rotten tomatoe boring im like stuck writing this fic rn UGHHHHHHHH i must stay strong this sucks guys sry xxx go listen to high road by cults THESE TWO MAKE ME SIICKK

edit: Just realized most of the tags didn’t work so if u have already seen this and ur getting tagged again i’m sorryyyyy xxxx

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BTS Summer Fic Recs

Here are some summer fanfic recommendations if you need something to read on the beach, by the pool, or just in your room while you're trying to escape the heat! If you enjoy any of these stories, please don't forget to let the author know by reblogging and leaving feedback. Most of these stories contain smut or other mature themes so MINORS DNI!

kim namjoon

solace by @m-yg93 (13.5k) fluff/smut

[roommates to lovers]

summary: Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

kim seokjin

all you’re giving me is friction by @hot-soop (28.3k) angst/smut/fluff

[surfer!seokjin x lifeguard!f.reader, lovers to enemies (lite) to lovers]

summary: You’ve graduated! Congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… Except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. And it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door.

min yoongi

the landlord by @ppersonna (4.3k) smut/light crack/pwp

[landlord!yoongi]

summary: your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

watermelon sugar by @yoonjinkooked (23k) smut/romcom

[strangers to lovers, vacation au]

summary: Travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, though. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.

jung hoseok

strawberry sundae by @youtifulhobi (6k) fluff

[lifeguard!hoseok x olympian swimmer!reader, meet cute]

summary: A few years after you begin dating Jung Hoseok, the two of you reminisce about how you met when he was a lifeguard and saved you from drowning, when in reality you had just fell off your strawberry floatie and he just wanted to talk to you.

a taste of paradise by @theharrowing (8k) light angst/smut

[strangers to lovers, chance encounters]

summary: A handsome stranger helps take your mind off of all of the drama that awaits you back home. It is bittersweet, isn’t it, how a chance encounter that makes you feel so good can also just leave you craving more.

park jimin

i need you tonight by @minisugakoobies (1.5k) smut/slight angst?

[pool boy!jimin]

summary: You’re tired of watching your evil stepmom waste your father’s money. So you steal one of her toys.

you dtf? by @sailoryooons (10.2k) smut/pwp

[strangers to one-night stand]

summary:  You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong?

into the wilderness by @gukyi (27k) angst/fluff/comedy

[friends to lovers, camp counsellor au, unrequited love]

summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

kim taehyung

summer feelings by @jjkeverlast (558) fluff/crack

[childhood best friends to lovers]

summary: taehyung catches you off guard during your first trip to the beach.

himbo hours by @gimmethatagustd (7k) pwp/smut/humor

[himbo!taehyung x reader, strangers to lovers]

summary: Trouble always seems to follow Taehyung. An innocent night of finding new friends to share his alcohol, drugs, and boxy smiles quickly turns into a mess when he accidentally punches you, a poor, unsuspecting clubgoer, right in the face. Whoops!

trip by @daechwitatamic (22k) fluff

[friends to lovers, camping au]

summary: Your gigantic crush on Kim Taehyung is so bad that you drop whatever you’re holding every time he speaks to you. Your dirty liar of a best friend SWORE to you he wouldn’t be on this camping trip, but he is. Luckily, the trip gives Taehyung the chance to see you in a new light, admittedly with some help from his best friend (and definitely hired spy) Park Jimin.

jeon jungkook

in which sour and salt could be so sweet when jungkook’s existence reminds you that there is still good in the world. by @onlyswan (3.1k) fluff/a pinch of angst/suggestive

[established relationship]

baecation by @1kook (5.9k) smut

[richboy!jungkook, vacation au]

summary: “Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.

heartless by @here2bbtstrash (7.4k) pwp/smut

[exes hooking up]

summary: after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.

no longer strangers by @soft4gguk (9.4k) fluff/smut

[jungkook x inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers, summer love au]

at the end of the day by @starshapedkookie (13.3k) fluff/smut/a little angst

[ex-baseball player!jungkook, high school friends to lovers, beach/vacation au]

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

lemon sherbet by @extravaguk (15k) fluff/smut/angst

[tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook x popular!reader, ex high school classmates, kinda frenemies to lovers, summer au]

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

concrete king by @bratkook (16.7k) fluff/smut

[skaterboy!jungkook x reader, himbo energy]

summary: when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there’s no way you could ever say no to him

ex on the beach by @beahae (mini-series, 18.2k) fluff/light angst/smut

[exes to lovers]

summary: You and Jungkook broke up. But it would be very silly of you to let the fancy beach vacation you both won go to waste, right?

stars behind waves by @taegularities (22.7k) angst/fluff/smut

[estranged childhood best friends to lovers, beach/vacation au]

summary: With a decade’s distance between Jungkook and you, your paths cross on the same island you deemed your second home years ago. And you realise once again – the ocean can never compare to the twinkle in his starry eyes.

paddle with me by @yoongsgguktae (two-shot, 30k) angst/smut

[enemies to lovers, camp counsellor au]

summary: when your camp leader forces you and jeongguk as partners in a team building activity. with frustrations and anger flaring during your journey down the river, how will all this pent-up emotion get released?

Thank you so much for taking the time to check out my list! I read some of these stories while on vacation this year, and some have stayed with me for a while since I read them last summer. If anyone has more summery recommendations, I'd love to hear them, so don't be afraid to put them in the comments or send me an ask <3

[incorrect-lackadaisy-cats]

Ivy: I typed up your symptoms into the thing up here, and it says you may have network connectivity problems.

[asiatic-apple]

I related to mc in this SO hard 😭 I wish I could have had someone like caleb while growing up

Do you really have to do this all again tomorrow?

FELT 💀 one of the worst parts about being a kid in school was feeling like it would never fucking end. And being a lonely kid in school made it feel even longer

I love when people write mc this way—like she's an outcast and people instinctively know something's not right with her. It just makes so much sense for everything she went through as a child.

And this part!! I love what you did here:

The world was too loud. Too bright, too fast, too consuming. It was as if you had dropped out of space, landing in an alien world you were never meant to step foot on.

Plus, mc feeling like caleb has it all figured out 😭 but then this admission from him:

"But I wanted you to always have someone you can hide behind. Whether it was cause you were scared, or if you lost your voice and needed someone to speak for you, or to protect you. So, I just... Changed myself. Until I was the best of the best."

It's honestly mindblowing how well you always capture his personality and his desire to be that protector for her. It's always so bittersweet because he cares for her so much, but there's also so much pain in his selfless actions 🥹 So that last line of yours really made the whole thing even better

Two pairs of feet travel side-by-side. Tiny legs bend at the knee, fighting the steep angle of the downhill sidewalk. Caleb's daily walk to school is slowed significantly this morning.

"You have nothing to be nervous about, pipsqueak. I remember my first day of school. Your teacher is really nice. It's gonna be easy-peasy."

"Mhm." The tip of your shoe bullies a pebble along the pavement. Whenever you accidentally kick the small stone out of reach you'll pull Caleb to a stop, placing the pebble back in front of your feet, before continuing on your way.

This was the third pep talk today. Caleb's been acting a little strange ever since Gran announced you would be starting your first year of school when summer was over.

Silently, you wish Caleb would stop trying to encourage you. Why was he so worried you were afraid ?

You've spent time with the other kids in your neighborhood. All of them either have a few years of experience under their belt, or would be starting school this year just like you.

Gran told you every kid has to go to school at some point. Those were the rules.

The pebble you've forced to join you on this journey catches on the bottom of your sneaker. Nearly stumbling over your two feet, Caleb's grip on your smaller hand keeps you upright, stopping your descent.

Here, the sidewalk was alive, bustling with chaos. Children of all ages shuffle past you. Some cling to their parents, others old enough to walk to school on their own. The metal gate of the school entrance was wide open, welcoming students inside.

"You got everything? Books, pencils, your stuffie?"

"You checked my backpack this morning," you mumble, thumbs hooked through the straps of your bag.

Placing his hands on his knees, Caleb crouches, bringing his eyes level to yours. He wants, and needs, to put your worries at ease one last time.

Unfortunately for him, your attention has already been stolen by the large, unfamiliar building. Why do so many older kids complain about it? The place looks cool.

"Buh-bye."

"Huh? What- wait!"

Caleb doesn't get the chance to send you off on your first day properly. Without sparing a glance, head held high, you make your way to the opened school doors.

You're halfway there before your sneakers skid to a stop, scraping on the concrete. Your small figure stays rooted to the ground, beginning to hesitate.

Slowly, your head turns, peeking over your shoulder. You spot Caleb through the crowd, catching his gaze.

"Where am I going?"

"... Come on. Let me walk you to your class."

The scent of cleaner tickles your nose as you walk through the hall. Caleb already knows which classroom he needs to take you to, having memorized your schedule by heart. The teacher, a nice lady who speaks in a soft voice, seems familiar with Caleb when he guides you to her door.

She guides you inside, taking you off Caleb's hands. Out of your sight, he watches the top of your head disappear into the classroom, unable to join. He has his own classes to head to.

"All the tables have name tags. The chair with your name is where you'll be sitting. If you can't find it, just let me know."

Avoiding the gaze of fellow students, you drag your feet across the carpeted floor. First, you search the back of the classroom in hopes of finding your name tag. No luck. You don't seem to be in the middle row of desks either.

Ah, there it was. Your assigned seat, all the way in the front of the classroom. Directly underneath the bright, artificial lights embedded into the ceiling. The white bulb reminds of the sterile doctor's offices you hate so much.

This was only the start of your first day at school. The nice lady gives her students ample time to locate their seats. The chatter of children, all around your age, fills the room, bouncing off the colorfully decorated walls, echoing in your sensitive ears.

How long has it been since Caleb dropped you off? Five minutes? You've already begun to realize Caleb might have a point.

There was every reason to be nervous on your first day.

It starts off small. The boy placed in the assigned seat next to yours is rowdy. As you're reaching into your bookbag, fetching a sharpened pencil for your first assignment, his elbow bumps his drinking can.

Sticky, sugary soda spills from the open tab like a fountain. Your skin, the tips of your hair, and brand new shirt all fall victim to the messy spill.

"Whoops!" Your teacher swoops in, heroically setting the can upright as it belongs. It was too late to reverse the damage. But at least she prevents the mess from spreading any further on your belongings.

"What do we say when we make a mess?"

"Sowwy." The boy gives a halfhearted apology. Only after the teacher goads him into it.

Caleb told you assigned seats last the entire year. Is it mean to think that you hate this boy already?

It gets worse when the teacher calls on you to answer a question. A simple math equation was written on the board, numbers you don't quite recognize.

She's reviewing last year's teaching, giving the class an easy warm up for the first day back.

You hadn't raised your hand. But even though your teacher seems friendly enough, she was still a teacher at the end of the day. And, apparently, calling on students is a teacher's way to coax the quiet kids out of their shell.

"You were taught basic maths last year, right? Do you know the answer?"

"No ma'am. This is my first year of school."

After some consideration, Gran had made the decision to place you in the same grade as your age group. By the time she adopted you, a year's worth of your education had already been missed.

It wasn't your fault. But you would be the one to pay the price. Ahead of you was a busy school year full of catching up, as well as keeping track of the new material.

When recess hits, you've hit your last straw.

Groups form inside of the classroom, friends gathering to have their own playtime. Board games, fidget toys, coloring books, there were plenty of activities to participate in.

All you were missing is a friend to join you.

Caleb was the first and only friend you've managed to make. The memories of your first meeting have blurred in your mind. For all you care, you and Caleb have known each other from the moment you were born.

Caleb teases you, but always knows your limits. He speaks to you in light tones, careful not to overwhelm you with loud noises, knowing they would make you jumpy. He knows when it's time to play and when it's time to recuperate.

Your soul is sensitive. Caleb knows this, sees this, and treats it with delicate care beyond his years.

He wasn't much older than the kids you're stuck with right now. Yet, he is nothing like them. Neither are you.

That means... You just don't fit in.

"Hey! How'd your first day go?"

Caleb wasn't patient enough to wait for you at the gate. The moment the bell goes off, Caleb is already gathering everything into his backpack, walking from his classroom straight into yours.

"Fine."

Ignoring Caleb's offered hand, you brush past him, nearly bumping elbows. It's not like you're angry at Caleb, not at the moment anyway. You were just ready to go home.

Do you really have to do this all again tomorrow?

This? This was just what Caleb has been afraid of. He hoped the anxiety festering in his chest ever since Gran enrolled you in school would be for nothing.

Your scrunched, weary expression on the way out the door kindles the flames of his constant concern.

"Bad day, huh?"

Shoulders slumping, Caleb follows close behind you. He maintains a few steps of space between the two of you. Even though you always hold hands when walking together.

He shouldn't insist, even if the change was quite jarring.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No."

You continue to avoid discussing your terrible, enlightening day with Caleb the whole way home. Usually you would be in the mood to chatter his ears off by this time.

Slam!

Your bedroom door shuts with a bang. It's been some time since you've thrown a pissy tantrum of this magnitude. At least, a tantrum that wasn't targeted at a poor unfortunate soul known as Caleb.

It isn't fair, you think, tossing yourself on top of your bed, burying your face into the pillow sheet.

Why did you have to be different from everyone else your age? Could you even be considered a normal kid?

The world was too loud. Too bright, too fast, too consuming. It was as if you had dropped out of space, landing in an alien world you were never meant to step foot on.

Caleb made fitting in, made belonging, look so easy. He's always had friends. Friends who aren't you.

He had the same upbringing you did. But he walks the world like it's his oyster.

Hours tick by. The warm orange glow of evening painting the sky dissolves to an inky black. Your time is spent laying face down in bed, mourning everything you could never be.

"Pips? You awake?"

Caleb stands outside of your room. Light as a feather, in case you did indeed fall asleep, he knocks on your door.

"The sun's gone down. It's chilly outside. I think you'll like it."

The air circulating your bedroom had started to become stuffy. All of your windows were closed, cutting off the ventilation. Feeling the cold, fresh air of the outdoor on your overheated skin would feel better than rotting in bed for the rest of the night.

The weight of your tired bones slowing you down, you fight to pull your heavy body to slide off your mattress. Trudging to the door, turning the golden knob, the sudden relief flooding Caleb's expression is the last small encouragement you need.

"Gran went to bed an hour ago. How about we take a walk? But ya gotta promise you won't tell her we were out this late.

"I'm not a tattletale." Not when it benefits you to shut your mouth.

Caleb leads the path to your escape. Pulling open the screen door to the porch, slowly, trying not to make a racket, the two of you slink out of the house undetected.

You genuinely believe that you don't fit in with other people. But stepping outside, green blades of grass poking the underside of your feet, the cold night air embracing you like a loved one, the song of crickets beckoning to take another step, it's as if you've resonated with nature.

"Come on." Caleb takes your hand. This time, you don't refuse his offer.

Dandelions glowing under the moonlight tickle your bare legs. Wind whips through your hair, a loud thrumming in your ears. It doesn't hurt your ears the way listening to people speak does.

Nothing out here is capable of overstimulating your frayed nerves. You can only crave more and more of what this side of the world has to offer. Soil stains the bottom of your feet, leaving your mark in this lonesome, quaint meadow Caleb drags you through.

'Home' fades into a distant blur on the horizon. You can't bring yourself to miss it.

"Here." Caleb, as athletic as he is, is slightly out of breath by the time you've arrived.

Your destination? A hillside, over a mile out from Josephine's house. Just far enough from town to guarantee you and Caleb were alone with the world. Nobody will bother you out here.

When was the last time you had truly been alone with Caleb? It used to be only you and him standing against the whole world. Now, it feels like all these strangers are forcing their way into your lives. There isn't enough space to fit them all in your reserved heart.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Caleb plops his butt onto the grass. He pats a dirt mound beside him, inviting you closer.

"I'll keep an eye out for mosquitoes. We should be alright for a little while."

After the day you've had? Mosquito bites are the least of your worries now. Claiming your spot next to him, you dirty your pajama shorts with loose soil.

It should make you feel small. Being out in the world like this. Two young, weak kids under the open starry sky. No, it was the most relaxed you've felt in...

You can't even say how long.

"Flower for your thoughts?"

A dandelion, one lucky enough not to be trampled under your feet, hovers in front of your face. It isn't the typical pretty, well-tended flower that catches the average person's eyes.

Dandelions may be weeds. But you believe they're beautiful in their own right. Wrapping your little fingers around the browning stem, you pluck the plant out of Caleb's hand.

"How do you do it, Caleb?"

"Hm? Do what?"

"Everyone you meet likes you. Gran praises you for all the hard work you do around the house. And all the kids on the playground fight for the chance to play with you first. You get along with everyone you meet. But I don't like anyone."

Absent-mindedly, your fist clenches around the fragile body of dandelion. As soon as you realize what you're doing, your grip eases, giving the plucked flower a reprieve.

Caleb was the one who gifted it to you. You want to handle it with care.

"Gran, my teachers, everyone wants to change me. They think I'm different. You make being likable look easy. Why am I not normal like the other kids?"

In the distance, at a nearby creek, a frog croaks into the night. It sings in tune with the bugs, the melody carried away by the cool breeze.

"Hey. Wanna know a secret?" Caleb's elbow gently nudges you in the ribs. It steals your attention from the shimmering moonlight.

"I don't think it's easy to get along with people either."

"What?" That makes you perk up. Could he be lying to make you feel better? For as long as you've known him, Caleb has won the favour of everyone he meets. You can't remember a time where he's struggled.

"Yeah, really. I mean it. I thought it was difficult to get people to like me too. Like no matter what I did, no matter what I said, I was still different from everyone else."

Leaning back in the grass, propping himself on his elbows, Caleb watches the sky as he speaks. Though he tries to appear nonchalant, his words hold a weight you never knew he was carrying.

"But I wanted you to always have someone you can hide behind. Whether it was cause you were scared, or if you lost your voice and needed someone to speak for you, or to protect you. So, I just... Changed myself. Until I was the best of the best."

Taking a deep, slow breath, Caleb tilts his head. His purple eyes feel as bright as a supernova.

"We're both different from everyone else. That means we'll always understand each other. So, don't think you're alone, okay? I'll see you when no one else can."

Who was it that made Caleb feel it wasn't safe to be himself? You think back, struggling to jog your memory.

Sure, things had been tough at the orphanage. But didn't Gran save you from the worst of it? What was it that has been haunting Caleb?

"Pipsqueak, look!"

Caleb doesn't give you the time to ponder it. Blinking, you're brought back to reality. Following Caleb's outstretched finger, your gaze lifts to the night sky.

All was still above you, calmer than you currently felt. All except a lone, shooting star.

"I'll let you make a wish. I won't use up any of your luck."

Like an angel falling from the heavens, the star plummets alone. It's death, it's descent, was truly beautiful. Every other star in the sky watches on as their own kind burns up in your planet's atmosphere.

"I wish... Me and Caleb never have to change ourselves for anyone else."

[haruu-luv]

tim attempts to be a civilian for a while (also the bats other than babs, cass, bruce abd alf (if he counts as a bat) know he was red robin)

[honeycrispappletree]

ivy // hajime iwaizumi ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

masterlist

part 9: this night has opened my eyes

by the smiths

more!

only can express his feelings thru his art typa guy

oikawa is way too invested in this relationship

yn....waking up?

kageyama misses hinata that has nothing to do with the plot but just thought yall should know

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a/n: two updates in one night... what is this.... LOWKEY a set up chapter and boring sry guys. also did i think this through... this chapter is where iwa writes ivy (frank ocean) but i used ivy like 4 chapters ago..... hmm... do i think stuff through.. no... ALSO SHOUTOUT TO THE PEOPLE ON MULTIPLE OF MY TAGLISTS sorry im annoying u guys are real ones

[asiatic-apple]

Now that I made this new blog, I can finally give this fic the appreciation it deserves bc lemme tell you, this fic made me feel things I have never felt before 🫠🫠 When I tell you this writer always ALWAYS gets Caleb's character spot-on!! There's so much to love about this fic: how scary (yet arousing) Caleb's behavior is, the way he makes reader pay for their brattiness, the humiliation, the makeout sesh with her puthy... yeah, I come back and read this fic more often than I'd like to admit

caught in a lie

synopsis: when you ignore caleb’s calls, he catches you trying to run from the consequences. you make a false promise to appease his anger, not expecting your lie to unravel. but almost immediately, it does.  

tags: based loosely on caleb's "hidden waves" memory, porn with plot, manipulative!caleb x manipulative!reader, brat!reader, mean(ish) dom!caleb, caleb makes out with your cunt for an hour, reader cries, belly bulge, 3 brother mentions but they’re done ironically/out of spite, humiliation, semi-public sex (caleb makes you call and cancel plans with that friend while he fucks you), lines lifted directly from hidden waves in bold pairing: caleb x fem!reader  word count: 3.9k

a/n: love the scene this is based on bc it reminds me of my favorite book from the wattpad era in 300 BC. also this is my first time writing full-on smut and omfg i don't know how people write like 10k of it u guys are wizards. but the response to this will determine how explicitly i write going forward, no pressure

As the Skyhaven nightscape twinkles around you, you can’t help but feel like you’re forgetting something. 

You’d had a great night: Simone had invited you to a cute café, the owners had given you a free muffin, and the raging storm from this afternoon had dwindled into a drizzle. But still, a sense of foreboding loomed over you, threatening to taint the precious memories you’d made tonight.

“...And next week we can go to this new bar downtown! I heard they have the best drinks, and there’s even a puppy mascot they let walk around and play with guests. Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you agree absently, Simone’s words going in one ear and out the other. “I’ll be there.”

As you walk farther down the sidewalk, the vibrant city atmosphere melts away your worries. People of all ages were out splashing in leftover puddles, trying new food stalls, and window shopping in the strip of stores that lit your path. Gradually, you give up on trying to place your unease, surrendering fully to the comfort of the cool night air.

“Hey!” you exclaim, an idea popping into your head. “Do you want to find a photobooth and take some pictures? I want something to remember tonight by.”

“Oh my gosh, absolutely,” Simone responds. “There should be one not too far from here. I went with my brother a few months back! It was really fun.”

At her words, you stop in your tracks. Her enthusiasm is no match for the dread building in your chest. 

Caleb.

Caleb who’d told you to text him when you got to the café, when you were about to leave, and when you were almost home. 

Caleb was what—or who—you were forgetting.

Slowly, you reach your hand into your purse until you feel your phone, digging it out and staring as if it were a venomous animal. Taking a deep breath, you tap the screen awake and immediately lose the air you’d just inhaled. 

7 Unread messages

4 Missed calls

3 New voicemails

Fuck.

“Uh, actually,” you start, chucking the device back into your bag, “I just realized I didn’t bring a brush! There’s no way I can take pictures without fixing my hair—it’s like a bird’s nest up there,” you ramble, giggling nervously. “Can we end the night here?”

“O…kay?” Simone says, clearly confused by the sudden shift in your mood. “Yeah, we can go back now. Your hair looks fine, though.”

Thanking the universe for giving you such an agreeable friend, you walk back to her car, the quickness of your usually unhurried steps betraying your agitation.

He’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill me, you think. 

As the familiar outline of Simone’s car comes into view, she turns to face you. “Do you want a ride to the train station? I told my girlfriend I’d be home at 1:30—I have another hour.”

“Wait!” you cry, throwing your hands out in front of you. She looks at you as if the intensity in your voice is unnecessary. Which is true, because she’s standing a foot away. Quieter this time, you ask, “Would it be okay if I spent the night at your place? Just this once, I promise.” 

“...If you really need to,” she agrees warily. “As long as you don’t mind cat hair.”

When you reach her car, Simone gestures for you to wait as she walks around to the passenger’s side. “I just need to clean up real quick. The granola bar wrappers build up when you’re constantly called in early for emergencies.” 

But when Simone pulls on the door handle, it doesn’t open. “Weird,” she mutters, wiping raindrops onto her jeans. “I swear I unlocked it.” 

She clicks a button on her keys and tries again. Inexplicably, the door still doesn’t budge. “It’s like some force is holding it shut or something,” she says. At that, an alarm sounds in the back of your mind. But before it can reach your consciousness, she continues. “Well, I have a locksmith on speed dial anyway—I’m always losing my keys. But before I call, seriously, are you ok? The way you asked me to stay over….Is there something scary waiting for you at home? Why do you look so worried?”

"It’s probably because I’m home,” the all-too-familiar voice rings out behind you. 

In an instant, your entire body goes rigid. Your now-pounding heart screams at you to run, but you can’t obey without making a scene in front of your friend. 

Plastering a smile on your face, you turn around slowly, as if the longer you took to face him, the more likely he’d be to disappear.  

You had no such luck. Towering over you, umbrella in hand, was Caleb, his normally expressive face a wall of stone. 

Despite his obvious anger, he steps forward to shield you from the downpour and you refrain from taking a step back—against your better judgment.

“Caleb!” you remark, your voice shrill with unease. “What a surprise!”

Ignoring your greeting, Caleb turns his attention to Simone. “Skyhaven isn’t very safe tonight,” he says coolly. “You’d better get home.”

The finality in his words makes it clear: you won’t be joining her. 

“Um, sure,” Simone trails off, wary eyes searching yours. “Will you be alright?”

“...Yes, it’s okay.”

Though your words don’t seem to convince her, Caleb’s penetrating glare does. She quickly walks to the driver’s side and effortlessly pops the door open—surprise, surprise—before jumping in. Giving you one last look, your only chance at salvation drives into the night.

The ride back to Caleb’s house is silent. You scoot as close as you can to the window beside you, paying no mind to the intensifying patter of rain against the glass. All that you notice is how he grips the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. 

When you pull into his driveway and exit the car, he walks closely behind you, preventing any more last-minute escape attempts. His imposing presence follows you inside and all the way to his bedroom. 

When you both cross the threshold, the air thickens with tension as you stand in silence, unmoving. 

“Well, goodnight!” you call when you can’t take it anymore. But before you can take one step, Caleb swings the door shut with his Evol. Huh, you think. Doors must be his speciality tonight.

“Where do you think you could possibly be going after the night you gave me?” he asks, steely voice cutting through your thoughts.

“Listen—” you start, but he cuts you off. 

“You ordered coffee three times. Burst out into laughter I could hear from outside six times. And yet, you somehow managed to check your phone zero times.”

“If you’d just given me more time, I was going to—”

“You were going to what? Because here’s what I think would have happened: If I hadn’t picked you up, you would’ve gone to your friend’s place, right? Then, you’d message me with an apology. Oh, throw in a cute emoji as the cherry on top,” he snorts. 

“With that done, you’d put your phone away and curl up into a ball to sleep. You wouldn’t even dare to check my response. You’d wait it out and believe I wouldn’t be upset. And once I’m away on a mission or somethin’...you would sneak back into the house and pretend nothing happened. Tell me,” he challenges you. “Am I wrong?”

He wasn’t wrong. He was never wrong—not about your habits, at least. 

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you snap. “I thought you said you were ‘done playing games’? You don't have to act so big brother-y all the time.”

Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say. Caleb’s head rears back, his eyes going wide in incredulity before he scoffs. 

Alright, you sigh, time to turn on the waterworks. 

Taking a deep breath, you force tears into your eyes. “Caleb,” you begin, “I really didn’t mean to ignore you. I was just having so much fun. S-someone brought their puppy to the café and I got distracted.” The café hadn’t allowed pets, but you needed all the sympathy you could get. You’d have to thank Simone for telling you about that new bar later. “I won’t do it again. I won’t even go out at night anymore—promise.”

As he takes in your pitiful expression, you see Caleb’s resolve start to crack, the twitch in his right eye giving away how much he wants to console you. Maintaining your pout, you internally grin like a Cheshire cat. He could never say no to you. He could never le—

Your phone rings.

You thought you’d turned it off in the car, but your fucking phone rings. Right when you have him where you want him. 

The shrill tone sucks the air out of the room, and with it, any hope for your escape.

“Answer it. Speaker.” His voice leaves no room for argument.

Visibly shaken, you fish your phone out of your bag and accept the call. “H-hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s Simone. I’m calling to check on you—that guy who took you home was kinda scary. I just wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything. Are you okay?”

At the insinuation that he’d ever harm you, Caleb’s face turns thunderous, his jaw clenching so hard you’re afraid it’ll snap. 

“No, no, I’m fine,” you reassure her. “Thanks for worrying though, that’s really sweet,” you add, your eyes darting up and immediately back down after meeting Caleb’s glower. 

“That’s great, I really was worried,” she says, relief evident in her voice. “Well, before you hang up, are we still on for same time next week at the bar I mentio—”

You hang up as soon as she reveals your plans, throwing your phone so abruptly it bounces off the chair where your purse sits and onto the carpet. But it was too late. There was no sweet-talking the irate scowl off of Caleb’s face. You’d lied. 

Like a deer in headlights, you stand frozen and helpless as Caleb stalks toward you. 

“You almost had me,” he chuckles darkly, squishing your cheeks between one hand. “And I bet you knew it, too. Remind me to thank Simone for being such a good friend later.”

His grip tightens when you try to respond, and he pulls your face closer to his instead. “I think I’ve had enough of you talking for now. No point in hearing it if you’re just gonna lie to me again.”

With uncanny speed, he lifts you by your legs and tosses you onto the mattress. When you attempt to sit up, hoping to crawl away, he captures both of your wrists in his hand and claims your lips in a bruising kiss. 

“Don’t talk.” A kiss. “Don’t move.” Another. “Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do, and I might not chain you to this bed.” You’re so distracted by his final kiss—the exclamation point—that you barely register when he yanks your loose pants down, baring your cotton panties to him. 

When he spots the wet patch spreading through the middle, he moans, shifting to push his nose into your center. The deep inhales he takes seem to calm him down, and his voice loses some of its earlier edge when he murmurs, “Can’t believe you were keepin’ her from me tonight. Look at how much she missed me.”

He demonstrates by pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your panties, tasting you as you leak harder under his tongue. The whimper you let out falls on deaf ears as you remember his command: Don’t talk. 

Licking a stripe up your clothed folds, Caleb sighs into you in contentment. “Gonna see her in a second,” he breathes. “Just can’t give her too much at once, or she’ll get greedy.” 

He’s too far gone, you think, closing your eyes in preparation of what’s to come. But nothing prepares you for the way the seemingly sedated Caleb rips your panties open at the seam, exposing your hot skin to the cool air. 

With no hesitation, he plants a long kiss onto your core, his lips smacking against the fat of your outer folds. Covering your skin with a flurry of pecks, he moans into you, his intermittent licks becoming sloppy, appreciative kisses. 

Caleb was making out with your cunt like your brain wasn't in the room, kissing it like he hadn’t seen it in years. The sensations and lewd squelches make your arousal unbearable, but when you try to grind into his mouth—to get him to do something more—he pushes your hips into the mattress. 

“Don’t interrupt us,” he mumbles, lips still latched onto your unspread cunt. Heat rushing to your cheeks, you flop your head back down, defeated as the man ignores you to have his heartfelt reunion with your core. 

An agonizing few minutes later, you feel him press a last hard kiss against your skin before finally spreading your soaked folds. “Can’t believe you ever thought you could hide from me,” he growls, eyes sparkling. “I’ll show you you can’t. Make you never want to again.”

Slowly, he licks up and down your wetness, teasing his tongue around your entrance. You try to relax during his ministrations, knowing he won’t give you what you want this early, but he catches you off guard when he buries his tongue into your weeping, sputtering hole. 

A strangled moan escapes you as he fucks you with his tongue, twisting, turning, and circling himself inside you. 

One pulse has your walls flexing with desperation, and Caleb pulls back slightly when he feels you tighten around him. “Look at that, I think she’s kissin’ me back,” he coos, a string of his saliva refusing to part from your quivering cunt. 

Spurred on by the whine you give him, he flashes you a wicked grin before diving back in, plunging his tongue in and out at a punishing pace. 

All the while, he studiously avoids where you need him most, licking and kissing everywhere but your twitching clit—neglecting it like you did him earlier in the night.

Suddenly, he lifts his head up, flashing you a quick smirk. “You know,” he starts, licking his glistening lips. “When you were givin’ me all those crocodile tears and cryin’ about puppies earlier, you never did say sorry for trying to run. How about now, hmm?” he asks, pressing a wet kiss to your center. “You sorry?”

You pant out an incoherent moan, and he nips at your clit—the first time he’s touched it all night. Ignoring your squeal, he gives you another kiss. “I don’t know what that means. Try again.” 

You go to speak again, but Caleb suddenly rubs his nose against your clit, your resulting gasp sending your back shooting off the bed. He swiftly slams you back down with his Evol, giving you another nip. “Just two words, baby. You can do that for me, yeah? Two words, loud and clear. Want to know you mean it.”

You don’t know what it is—the last strands of your pride clinging on for dear life, your stupor after being toyed with for almost an hour, or pure stubbornness—but you can’t bring yourself to say it. With a whimper, you clamp your mouth shut, staring at the ceiling in rebellion. 

“Hmmm,” he hums, looking up at you briefly. Before you can even process it, Caleb covers your clit with his mouth and sucks, simultaneously groaning into you. The combined sensations set your nerves on fire, and you come in his mouth with a prolonged cry. 

“I’m sorry!” you wail, the tears in your eyes genuine this time. As Caleb laps up your release, chants of “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—oh—I’m sorry,” fall through your lips, your earlier defiance reduced to blubbering submission. “Should’ve checked my phone and called you back, I’m so sorry.” 

You’ve apologized ten times over, it feels, but he won’t let up. He suckles you until it aches, and there’s nothing you can do but lie there and sob as his Evol keeps you pinned down. When he’s finally had his fill, he presses a reverent thank-you kiss to your cunt before crawling up your body, nestling in between your thighs. 

“Aw, none of that, now,” he coos, wiping under your eyes. “I forgive you, alright? I forgive you for getting distracted, baby.” Still crying, you nod frantically, leaning into his gentle touch. “But if you ever run from me again, whoever you’re with won’t like what happens when I catch you,” he promises, pressing a kiss to your lips and then your forehead before plunging into you. 

Though his pace is relentless, your walls draw him in, his earlier date with your cunt letting you take his thick length with ease. 

When the pressure builds and you shy away from his brutal thrusts, he turns your chin toward him, pressing an ironically chaste kiss to your mouth. “No running, remember?” 

As you hurtle toward your release, he leans close, kissing you briefly before speaking into your lips. “The next time you wanna ignore me—next time you wanna hide from me and lie to me sayin’ you’ll be good from now on—I want you to think of this, to think of me right here,” he murmurs, palming his cock through your belly. You squeal at the foreign feeling, but he only adds more force, and you think you’re about to pass out.   

“My baby,” he chides. “Loves to act out but she can’t handle the consequences.” While he speaks, he folds your left leg up, pushing it to your chest so he can penetrate you deeper.

“Please, Caleb!” you beg, the new angle making stars float across your vision. As your body rocks with the force of his strokes, you cry, “I said I was sorry!” 

“Mm, you did,” he nods, absorbing a tear on your cheek with a kiss. “But I don’t think you really are. Not yet.”

Without warning, he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach before sliding back in. Resuming his thrusts, he uses his Evol to pick your forgotten phone up off the floor. “Call her back. Speaker,” he orders. 

At first, you're flustered into hesitation, but as he holds the phone ahead of you and taps through your history to do it himself, you pull yourself together. “Wait,” you wail. “Wait. I’ll do it.”

You do it.

When Simone picks up, Caleb shows you mercy by decreasing his pace so the sound of slick skin colliding doesn’t travel through the phone. 

“Hey Y/N, what’s up? Is it about earlier? …Did something happen?” she asks in concern.

Frantically, you twist your head to look up at Caleb, not knowing what to say. 

Leisurely, he folds forward over you, his chest flush with your spine so he can whisper in your ear. Throughout his dramatics, your time to respond without raising suspicion wanes, and you grow more desperate by the second.

“Hi Simone,” Caleb finally whispers, pressing kisses to your ear in time with his languid strokes.

“H-hi Simone,” you repeat louder, a slight tremble in your voice.

“I just wanted to say thanks again for checking in. That guy, the one from earlier—he can be so mean sometimes,” Caleb murmurs, pouting his lips in ridicule. 

“I just wanted…wanted to say thanks again for checking in. The guy from earlier—hah—can be so mean sometimes,” you echo, breathless from the impact of Caleb’s hips rocking into yours.

“Can we reschedule our plans for next week? My big brother’s,” he emphasizes, mocking your earlier jab with two deep thrusts, “coming home, and he really misses me.” As he feeds you lines, the taunts in his words break through the softness of his whispers. 

As softly as you dare to, you whimper for him, hoping it’s enough for him to end his torture.

But as the phone screen goes black from inactivity, you see his smirking reflection looming over your humiliated one. The only way out is by appeasing him. 

“C-can we reschedule our plans for next week? My…my friend—” 

As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Caleb lifts off of you slightly, landing a harsh smack on your ass.

“Y/N? What was that noise? Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you all but moan as he bites your neck, reprimanding you further for breaking his script. 

“My friend is visiting next week, and he really misses me,” you finish, waiting with bated breath for her—and Caleb’s—reactions. 

“Oh…sure, Y/N. That’s fine with me. That’s a lot better than I was expecting, you sounded like you were in trouble for a second.” Caleb smirks against your ear. “Just let me know when you want to reschedule.”

“Sounds good,” you breathe as Caleb’s thrusts return to a faster pace. “I-I gotta go, I’ll see you later!” you rush, almost squealing as you end the call. 

For the nth time that night, you want to burst into tears. “I can’t believe you just did that,” you whine, your voice mixing with the renewed slaps of skin on skin. 

Chuckling, Caleb lifts off of you, his sudden absence from your cunt making you shudder. In an instant, he flips you over so you’re face-to-face before entering you again. 

“Technically, you just did that,” he smirks, his thrusts now lazy and sporadic. “I don’t remember pressing ‘call.’” His matter-of-fact tone is teasing, but you knew that if you hadn’t canceled on Simone, he’d have made good on his earlier threat. He always does. 

As you open your mouth to retort, Caleb’s face grows serious, and all your neurons responsible for making witty comebacks seem to atrophy at once. 

Caleb leans down, light bites on your throat punctuating his confession. “I can’t stop at wanting you not to run from me anymore. I want you to stay with me. To choose to, for as long as we live, for the next hundred years.” 

“But what if…” you trail off, but he understands what you’d been implying. 

At that, his eyes darken. Rutting into you with renewed fervor, he grasps your chin tightly, holding you captive in his gaze. “You’ll be around for however many years I’m alive and kicking,” he growls. And you believe him. 

Nerves alight, mind numb, and core throbbing from your impending climax, you nod as much as his iron grip allows you to. “I’ll stay,” you whisper, kissing his thumb near your lip. “Wanna stay—with you.” 

Letting out a strangled huff, Caleb surges forward, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. He bites your bottom lip as he presses down on your stomach once again, and you careen over the edge, feeling the hot spurts of his release intensify the flood inside your cunt. 

With a shuttering groan, Caleb collapses to your left, immediately closing the space between you with a hug. You stay like that for a while, your sore body curled into his arms as you face each other on the bed. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly, rubbing circles into your hip. “I know it was a bit much.”

“Forgive you,” you mumble into his chest. “Felt good.”

He chuckles, tapping your nose twice. “You shouldn’t forgive me so easily. Or else I’ll want to keep testing your limits.” 

When you fall asleep in his warm embrace, Caleb looks down at you intently, trying to brand the visual into any part of his commandeered mind that’d take it. Daring to disrupt the image, he gently untangles your bodies, lifting you before laying you back down on top of him. 

At peace for the first time that night, Caleb looks out the window, smiling to himself. The rain has stopped.

[nenehyuuchiha]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley & Harleen Quinzel, Edward nygma & basil karlo, Edward Nygma & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Basil Karlo Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Barbara Gordon, Edward Nygma, Basil Karlo, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Joker (DCU) Additional Tags: Jason Todd is Red Hood, Identity Reveal, The Batfamily Doesn't Know Jason Todd Is Red Hood, Post-Batman: Hush, Post-Under the Red Hood Arc, Jason Todd Can't Speak, Jason Todd Kills Joker (DCU), Dead Joker (DCU) Summary:

The Joker is going around blowing up morgues and funeral homes, with Batman hot on his tail. The Joker goes into hiding and Batman is forced to look towards the anonymous Red Hood for help.

Little does he know that the Joker is dead, at the hands of Red Hood.

Red Hood and the rogues cover up Joker's death to save Hood from a sentance in Arkham.

AKA Batman has no clue who Red Hood is and the rogues adopt him. Red Hood has identity issues because I said so

[btscontentenjoyer]

BTS Halloween Fic Recs

In honour of spooky season, here are some fanfic recommendations that I think fit the mood or theme of the season! What that means to me really is just some supernatural fics that I've enjoyed a lot. Hope you enjoy some of these fics as well, and if you do, don't forget to let the author know by leaving feedback! Most of these stories contain smut or other mature themes so MINORS DNI!

kim namjoon

hungry (for your love) by @minisugakoobies (two-shot, 4k) slight fluff/slight smut

[namjoon x vampire reader, strangers to lovers]

summary: After a century of slumber, you wake ravenous for your next meal. The first human you stumble across, Namjoon, is a fine choice. You just weren’t expecting him to be so cute.

wish granted by @jjungkookislife (4.6k) smut

[genie namjoon x reader, strangers to lovers]

summary: Finding a genie in a bottle wasn’t what you were expecting the night before Halloween. Being granted three wishes sounded like fun at first, but after wasting one, and stumped on the second, you’re not too sure how your night will pan out. And the genie is of no help… he is insanely attractive though!

kim seokjin

useless magic by @raplinesmoon (2.3k) fantasy/fluff

[baker seokjin x witch reader]

summary: As owner of the hot new bakery in town, you should be more than ashamed to admit that your baking sucks. You know this fact. The only reason why people keep coming back to your bakery is that your desserts are enchanted: chocolate chip cookies that provide warmth and comfort, blueberry muffins that give a burst of energy to start the day, chocolate-covered strawberries spiked with love potions. One day, your fellow rival and bakeshop owner Kim Seokjin stumbles upon you in the midst of casting a spell. And chaos ensues.

in the dead of night by @ot7always (14.5k) smut/fluff

[vampire seokjin x reader, friends to lovers]

summary: You didn’t exactly expect Kim Seokjin to show up at your door at 3 am requesting a bite.

min yoongi

mine by @sailoryooons (14.8k) smut/horror/thriller

[yoongi x succubus reader]

summary: Yoongi lives a quiet life. His days are organized neatly, and every week he can expect the same results. Then he meets you. Hypnotizing. Otherworldly. Strange. And his life never goes back to the way it was before.

the dark by @bratkook (18k) smut

[demon yoongi x reader]

summary: your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. what makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?

jung hoseok

not today, satan by @gimmethatagustd (3.7k) humor/a lil bit of smut

[demon hoseok x reader]

summary:  If you had known the demon tasked with reaping your soul would be a total #daddy you would have gone to Hell sooner!

what happened in neverland by @kithtaehyung (4.3k) angst/smut/pwp

[mermaid hoseok x pirate reader, enemies to lovers]

summary: you hate him. he’s your enemy. that’s just how it’s always been. so how the hell did you end up here?

the wood by @sailoryooons (16.7k) psychological thriller/smut

[witch hoseok x reader]

summary:  From the moment you step foot in Kill Devil, you know something about the town is off. Determined to find out exactly how your sister went missing in such a small town, you receive unlikely help from the man staying in the motel room next to yours. But there is so much more than what meets the eye with Hoseok and the citizens of Kill Devil.

park jimin

cloud nine by @suga-kookiemonster (5.4k) smut/horror

summary: “he’s here again” viv whispers. “you know who. the hot guy who’s totally into you.” and he is hot – devastatingly hot enough that you know he can’t actually be into you, because the universe simply doesn’t work that way. that still doesn’t stop your heart from pounding when he smiles at you from across the room. 

nectar by @gimmethatagustd (series, 35k) smut/angst/fluff

[human jimin x vampire reader, roommates to lovers, college au]

summary: Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.

the prince’s cinderella syndrome by @jimilter (39.4k) angst/smut/fluff

[cursed jimin x reader, strangers to lovers]

summary:  He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn’t look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don’t know him - no one on campus does. You don’t know why he appears only once a year. You don’t know why he never smiles. But you can’t help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

lovely demons by @kpopfanfictrash (41.7k) fantasy/angst/smut

[prince of hell jimin x witch reader, enemies to lovers]

summary: As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Helland pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

kim taehyung

moonstruck by @jungkxook (7.4k) smut/fluff

[werewolf taehyung x reader, arranged marriage au]

summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

et sic incipit by @lavienjin (12.5k) smut/pwp

[incubus taehyung x virgin reader]

summary: For Taehyung, born of old and before the dawn of man, tempting mortals is nothing more than a pass-time to quench his boredom. Everything changes when he met you, literally too good to be true, but no human has ever resisted his pull. And he’s sure that you’re no different.

love you for infinity by @gimmethatagustd (24k) smut/angst/fluff

[ghost taehyung x human reader, long-lost lovers, soulmates (kinda)]

summary: Kim Taehyung and his fiancée met their untimely deaths when they were young and heartbroken. When he’s doomed to roam the earth as a ghost with unfinished business, Taehyung is convinced that finding the soul of his true love and righting his wrongs will set him free. However, you have no intention of being haunted by a ghost for the rest of your life.

jeon jungkook

corrupt by @bratkook (5k) smut/pwp

[vampire jungkook x human reader]

summary: You’d be crying out in pain begging me to play my games. I could corrupt you, it would be ugly.

knot today by @kinktae (5.8k) smut/pwp

[alpha jungkook x virgin omega reader, friends to lovers]

summary: When your first heat approaches and you are left desperate and partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

only when you’re lonely by @jjkeverlast (7.5k) humor/smut/angst

[human jungkook x succubus reader, fake dating, college au]

summary: jungkook has never dated anyone, because of you and you're soft touches that bring him to orbit. it's all it's ever been, just sex between you. although, it brings an unexpected turn when jungkook accidentally blurts you out as his girlfriend to his college friends which results in them expecting you to an upcoming party. what jungkook doesn't know is that you're much more than just someone he meets when he's lonely.

wicked by @noteguk (9.1k) smut

[incubus jungkook x inexperienced reader]

summary; in which incubus!jungkook likes to ruin pretty innocent things, and you might just be the perfect target.

darkroom by @yoon-kooks (10.2k) smut/fluff

[vampire jungkook x reader, college au]

summary:  When you somehow end up in an advanced photography class that you definitely shouldn’t be in, you seek the help of shy nerdy boy Jeon Jungkook to preserve your 4.15 GPA. It isn’t until after you stumble upon him in the darkroom that you realize your cute little nerd is actually a super hot vampire with an icy cold stare and beautiful burgundy eyes.

hotter than hell by @chateautae (series, 136k) angst/fluff/smut

[fallen lucifer jungkook x human reader, enemies to lovers, road trip au]

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

multiple members

ravished by two by @yoonia (5k) smut

[alpha namjoon x werewolf reader x alpha seokjin, fated mates]

summary: Two dominant Alphas, one defining goal. But how far can you catch up with two prime, tenacious males overcome with desire?

compromise by @here2bbtstrash (10k) crack/smut

[vampire taehyung x human reader x werewolf jungkook, twilight au]

summary: you’re torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don’t have to choose.

the (hell) house by @whatifyoulivelikethat (two-shot, 25k+) crack/fluff/smut

[ot7 x fwb reader, all kinds of monster sex lol]

summary: Welcome to the Hell House. Some call it resident evil. Some call it a haunted house. Some call it a waste of space (rude). Enter if you dare – the Doctor will ensure that you never come out the same. What’s that? Why are you going with your seven fuckbuddies? You wouldn’t… fuck in there, right? (Yes, you would.)

Thank you so much for taking the time to check out this list! And thank you to these amazing authors for sharing their work with us!! I honestly wanted to read more this month but I ended up not having time and yet I still wanted to put together a little list for the spooky season (thank you to the anon who asked for halloween recs for giving me a little push!) If anyone has more recommendations, I'd love to hear them, so don't be afraid to put them in the comments or send me an ask <3

[museaux]

Loved you audio recs post; do you still listen to audios? If yes, have you found any new ones you’d recommend? 👀🌸

omg, hi!! (and thank you 😊)

- yes i do actually, the reddit recs are the same really, i mostly stick to quinn audios nowadays so i’ll list some of my favs from there:

1. This Guy Eli (of course!)

recommendations: ‘I could do this for hours,’ ‘the bartender’s favorite,’ ‘table games’ (pt 1. & 2)

2. Naudio (i’m mr. naudio right hand man- arm, his silly rabbit. chile i be screaming without the ‘s’ fr)

recommendations: ‘i’m begging you,’ ‘dinner is served,’ ‘sunrise seduction,’ ‘the library,’ ‘distracted,’ ‘lumber snack,’ and ‘the naudi list’ series

3. Hydrated Baritone (very scripted so it’s more like listening to a smutty audiobook, but it’s good nonetheless)

recommendations: you can really take your pick, he doesn’t post much so start anywhere

4. Anonyfun (he’s such a dilf and he’s a munch for sure)

recommendations: ‘afternoon stroke,’ ‘under your desk,’ ‘lazy morning,’ and ‘conference hookup’

5. Cera (her voice is so sexy omfg)

recommendations: another one i’d say you can start anywhere tbh but my favorites are ‘listen alone 2,’ and ‘soup in bed,’

6. Autumn Ivy (step on me pls!)

recommendations: i just started listening to her so i’m still trying to decipher a favorite

7. SweetLover (i’m always here for black girls making audios!!)

recommendations: ‘is this seat taken’

aaaaannnndddd that’s it for right now, you guys can share your recs w me too btw—my inbox is always open for any and all of the things!

mwah 💋

[asiatic-apple]

This was so caleb, so much yearning, so sexy, so DELICIOUSSSS

I'm soaked rn ngl, I ADORE the way you write him always. And lord there was so much to love in this one...the messy kissing, the way he desperately tries to salvage things (my heart loved the small angst). AND THEN THE DRY HUMPING, YES LORDDD

And subby, begging caleb is my favorite type of caleb 😫😫 the spit kink and him cumming in his pants were the icing on top of the cake

birthday indulgences

the kiss we silently swore never to talk about again...

summary: years ago, on your birthday, you & caleb shared a forbidden moment. it isn't until his birthday that all those hidden desires are finally indulged in.

★pairing: caleb x fem!reader ★wc: 3.5k ★content: fluff & smut. drunk first kiss & grinding in the memory, caleb panics, a tiny bit of angst. sloppy makeouts, spit kink, dry humping, coming in pants, desperate & subby caleb, overstimulation. caleb calls reader pipsqueak, baby, honey and love. reader calls caleb baby. ★a/n: I love that theory that the kiss they don't talk about happened when they were younger, and then I thought ooo I could do a parallel with this. it was supposed to be sweet and it turned smutty, but it's still sweet. I'll probably do a more intimate version of their first time once his card is out! ★masterlist ★read on ao3

You couldn't believe you had actually gotten Caleb to go along with your plan.

When you'd told him you needed a break from your college campus, and that you wanted to go out and get drunk in Skyhaven for your birthday, he was already nodding along on the video call.

"Alright, pipsqueak," he agreed with a grin. "I'll tag along and take care of you. Gotta make sure you're staying hydrated."

"No, no, no." You shook your head, grinning wickedly when he cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy. "You're going with me."

He arches an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Uhh, earth to pipsqueak, did you not hear what I just said? I am going—"

"Nooo," you interrupt, wagging your finger. "You're going drinking with me."

He'd sputtered, complained and argued all he wanted, but he had agreed to every one of your terms by the time you hung up the call.

And here you were, tipsy and laying back on the floor of his Aerospace Academy assigned studio apartment, watching the ceiling fan spin while you both giggled over something you can't quite remember.

You glance over at where Caleb's sprawled out beside you, smiling at the happy, hazy look in his eyes that surely matches your own. It was impossible to see him ever completely loosen up, and this was the best birthday gift you could've asked for.

Then your thoughts immediately take a different direction when he licks his lips.

They're too dry. You know because you'd jokingly held him down as you swiped your own chapstick across them countless times.

And you'd caught him running his thumb over his cracked bottom lip, tongue darting out across the lingering taste of you when he thought you weren't looking.

Your whole face feels too hot suddenly, blood rushing so fast through your ears that you can't even hear the idle sounds of Skyhaven late at night that drift up through the cracked window.

You wonder what it would be like to kiss someone.

To have their lips press to yours, all tentative and sweet. To know that liking them wasn't in vain, that hoping they felt the same way wasn't just a daydream you'd kept hidden for years. To see the adoration in their eyes when they pull back and caress your cheek.

Purple eyes with an orange sheen.

You wonder what it would be like to kiss Caleb.

"Caleb," you whine, watching the dopey smile grow on his face at your voice. "Am I too old to have never been kissed?"

Caleb's eyes widen, flashing to yours.

"I—" he blinks rapidly, and you giggle at the rare occasion of having caught him completely off guard. "What?"

"Kiss-ing," you draw out, tapping your lips with each letter you spell out for him, "k-i-s-s-i-n-g."

Caleb watches each tap with rapt attention, so captivated that his own lips slowly part. A bit of drool collects at the corner of them, and your vision goes hazy before he quickly looks away.

"Oh." He sounds breathless, clearing his throat to steady his voice. "Uh, I dunno, pipsqueak. I mean, I'm older than you and I've never kissed anyone. Is that weird?"

He gives a little laugh, but you hear the stiff edge to it, can see the uncertainty haunting the façade of his easy expression.

"Really?" you roll over onto you stomach, propping your chin onto your palms.

Your legs kick behind you, and he glances at you and away again.

After a stretch of awkward silence, he turns onto his side, meeting your gaze.

"I mean, yeah," he mutters, shrugging one shoulder. "Why would I?"

You look down at his never-been-kissed lips, feeling your blood rush to your head when he bites them.

Your eyes dart back down, watching his necklace brush against the floor from the angle he lays at.

"Sooo…you've never wanted to kiss anybody?" you ask, trying to seem casual, even as your fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt when he shifts closer.

"I didn't say that," Caleb mutters, and you go rigid.

"Oh."

You flop back onto your back, glaring up at the ceiling fan before he can notice how your brows have pinched, your mouth pressed into a firm line.

"Pips?" Caleb pokes at your cheek, and you pout, turning on your side away from him. "What's got you all frowny-faced?"

"Nothing," you bite out, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Uh-huuuh."

He pokes at your back, then your side, until his fingers are lightly tickling at your ribs. You giggle, kicking your feet out at him.

"Caleb, stooop," you whine, pushing back at him as he tries to tug you back over to face him.

"C'mon, pips," he teases, pinching your waist, and you squeak. "Why won't you look at me?"

Flipping over to smack him, you accuse with totally justified, totally sober and coherent anger, "I'm mad at you, dummy!"

He blinks, and you try and not melt at how cute he looks like this—drunk and flushed, with those big confused puppy dog eyes.

"Why?"

Instead of answering him directly, you ask, "Was it the girl in your chemistry class?"

"The—" Caleb blinks again, shifting back in surprise. "What?"

"That you wanted to kiss sooo badly." You frown, crossing your arms again. "The one who copied off your homework, and you were too nice to stop her. Or was it the guy who always tried to beat your track record?"

"Pips—"

"Or the cheerleader captain? Or is it somebody at university, huh? Are you sneaking around making googly eyes at the other pilots?"

"Oh, quit it." Caleb rolls his eyes, rubbing a hand over his forehead with an unamused huff. "I didn't want to kiss any of them. I don't want to."

"Then who?" You push yourself up, and he sits up to match your restless energy. He always rises to that familiar challenge in your eyes, pulling when you push. "Who exactly is just so damn special that you're still saving that kiss for them?"

Caleb's eyes flash, and he leans up and over you until his large frame is surrounding you completely.

"Maybe it's someone I like with a bratty mouth," he snaps, gently pinching your lips shut between calloused fingers.

Your wide eyes meet his blazing ones, and you both freeze.

His fingers loosen on your lips, and your lashes flutter.

He watches your eyes dilate, then looks down to where he gingerly brushes his fingers along the seam of your lips, his breath audibly hitching when they part for him.

Caleb's lids fall heavy over his darkening gaze. Your breath speeds up in your chest. He looks from your lips to your eyes, then back down to your lips again.

And when you glance down at his own mouth, you're both crashing into each other.

Your first kiss with your childhood friend, your best friend, was anything but the magical one you had just been daydreaming about.

This was sloppy and needy, all tongue and spit and teeth. Years of emotion you didn't know how to unpack began to unravel at the seams, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you as you fall back onto the floor.

Neither of you knew what you were doing, only that you were desperate for more. His hands grab at your waist, slipping down to your thighs briefly, and snapping back up when he realized what he was touching.

Then his arms are wrapping around you, corded muscles tightening to hold you close to him as you squirm from all the years of pent up tension.

Your lips meet his again and again, needy sounds filling the air. His own spit dribbles down your chin as Caleb licks into your mouth and moans against your tongue.

Your foot trails up his leg, wrapping around his calf, and he mindlessly grabs at it, hoisting it up until it was wrapping securely around his hip. The fabric of your skirt rides up, and you jolt when you feel the growing bulge in his jeans rub against the thin fabric of your dampening panties.

The sensation is brief, then harder, until you're rolling against each other in a delirious haze of desperation.

He's mumbling something incoherent into your lips, teeth sinking into the soft flesh until you feel it start to break, and you moan his name.

Caleb jerks back, eyes wide and pupils swallowing all the purple except for the thinnest ring around the edge. His chest heaves, kiss-swollen lips forming soundless words.

Lips swollen from your kisses.

You whine, reaching for him as he begins to panic, de-tangling himself from you.

"No," you beg, trying to tug him back as he gently pulls your grabbing hands away. "No no no—"

"Pips, you're—" his voice is ragged, and he sucks in a deep breath.

His eyes are wild, darting around at everything but you, even as he tugs your skirt back down around your waist. His cheeks blaze red when he steals another quick look at the ruined panties underneath, the soaked fabric with a lacy band, before he turns away in shame.

"You're drunk," he breathes, shaking his head sharply.

"I'm not—"

"I'm drunk." Caleb laughs, disbelief coating the sound, long fingers running through his hair until it's sticking up in all directions. "Shit. Fuck. This wasn't—this wasn't supposed to happen—"

Your body begins to defensively curl inwards, and you blink quickly to try and keep the sudden sting of tears at bay.

Caleb finally dares a glance back at you, going from flushed to shockingly pale in seconds.

"No, no, pipsqueak—"

"No, it's fine," you sniff, pushing yourself up and scooting back against the floor. "I get it. You…you didn't want it to be me. I get it."

"No, no no no," he keeps mumbling the word the entire time you're moving away, and suddenly Caleb's on his hands and knees, crawling after you with those big, sad puppy dog eyes. "No, pips, that's not what I meant—"

"It's fine, Caleb."

"It's not fine," he insists, resting the side of his cheek against the top of your knees. His eyes are wide and wet, begging for you to just look at him. "You heard what I said. Who I said. Who I…wanted."

His voice gets impossibly quiet, and Caleb's honest gaze begs for your attention.

But you're too fixated by the dark indentation your teeth had left in his lips, the shine on them that could've been your saliva or his.

"It's just not a good idea, pips," he whispers, and you flinch, followed by his own grimace. "Shit, no, that sounded bad. It's just because—"

He stops, shaking his head, palm covering his face.

"I can't think straight," he mumbles, peeking at you through his fingers. With a sigh, he drops his hand onto your knee, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. His voice is so gentle, so Caleb, but it still grates at your sensitive nerves right now. "I think we both just need to sleep this off. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

You sniff, still not meeting his eyes completely.

"No, we wont," you mumble, even as you let yourself be gently directed towards his bed.

He's silent as he helps you prepare for sleep, even as he moves to sleep on his little couch, opting for his long legs to cramp up on the furniture instead of cuddling with you. The tension radiates off him at your accusation—because he knows you're right.

"We'll never talk about it again."

But here you are, years later, in the same situation as before.

You're both sober this time. You're older, maybe wiser, and scarred from being torn apart before coming back together.

But the way Caleb looks at you has never changed. Like you hung the stars in the sky, like you were the moon the sun chased with every morning.

He doesn't shy away when you look at him just the same. He doesn't pull back now, doesn't keep his longing locked away when your thumb brushes his lips, collecting the residue of the candy you'd fed him.

You wanted today to be a special birthday for him. You wanted to give him everything he'd ever wanted.

"Remember when you kissed me?" you breathe, and his eyes flash in surprise at what you'd silently sworn to never speak of again, beautiful lashes fluttering at your exhale across his lips. "On my birthday?"

He laughs, a little quiet huff of air, and his shock melts to something knowing. Something you'd both always known, deep down.

"You kissed me," he accuses, all low and sultry in his teasing, and you shiver.

You smile, your thumb caressing the corner of his lips.

It didn't matter who had kissed who anymore, who pulled back from who. You'd still ended up where you both belonged.

Caleb gazes up at you, awestruck when your eyes darken.

"Then you knew I wanted it," you whisper, nose bumping against his. "So why did you stop?"

You lean in slowly, giving him a moment to pull away if he still wanted to, if he still needed time. He'd given you all the time in the world, after all. You'd happily wait for him, too.

But then Caleb's lips are on yours, and everything finally feels right.

He tastes like sour lemon candy, and you whine, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. He moans, fingers digging into your hips.

"Fuck me," he groans under his breath, and you laugh between the kisses that heat up between you.

"If you insist," you murmur, smirking into his mouth when his hips jerk up into yours.

The whimper that leaves his lips is quiet and needy, and you eagerly swallow it down.

"Don't tease me like that, baby," Caleb rasps, and your own hips roll in his lap at that low huskiness to his voice.

His hands tighten on your hips, stilling you. You pause, wondering if you'd taken it too far.

But then he's directing you, pulling your legs around to straddle him completely. He guides you into a deeper roll, and you both moan.

You sink down onto him with slow grinds, the hem of your dress hiding just how quickly your panties were getting wet. In the rosy haze of growing pleasure, you wonder how long it'll take to soak that erection he's been sporting since you walked in the room.

"Didn't even try and hide how hard you were when I came in," you whisper into your languid, sensual kissing. "Did you?"

Caleb's hand slips down, cupping your ass easily in his rough palm and long fingers. You moan when he squeezes it, followed by a squeak of surprise at his gentle, experimental smack to it.

"You can't talk like that, pips," he pants, head tilting back against the couch. His voice is that delicious shade of darkness when he adds, "God, you can't make those sounds either. I won't last long if you do."

His eyes are hazy as he watches you lean down, kissing along the elegant slope of his neck. You stop at the harsh bobbing of his Adam's apple when he gulps, and your teeth graze along it, humming at the moan you feel vibrate there.

"I've thought about that kiss for years," Caleb gasps, hand sliding up your back to keep you pressed to him. His hips lazily roll up into yours, his eyes rolling back into his head when he suddenly bucks up once. "Every time I—"

He cuts himself off, biting at his already swollen lips with a blush.

You smile, devious in your intent, and his mouth falls open when your hidden possessive streak unfolds.

"Every time you—" you leave your question hanging, letting the way you begin to bounce in his lap be the answer.

"You—" Caleb chokes, gripping your hips.

His eyes glue to the motion of your hips flexing under your dress, ass coming up and smacking back down against the strength of his large thighs. You feel him twitch through his jeans, and you moan along with him.

"F-fuck," he groans, mouth hanging open, the tip of his tongue falling out.

You lean forward, collecting the saliva in your mouth. Realizing what you're doing, Caleb tilts his head up and sticks his tongue out, eyes wide and dilated.

You let your spit pool onto his tongue, and he takes it eagerly, swallowing it down with a whine and a thrust of his hips.

"I've thought about it, too," you breathe, and his lidded eyes flicker between your face and where you're shamelessly humping him. "Every single time. Even when I'm not trying to. But when I'm touching myself—"

"Oh fuck—"

"And I'm trying to come, all I can think about is how warm you were and your spit in my mouth—"

"B-baby," Caleb stutters, his head lolling to the side, unfocused eyes fluttering and rolling back in his head with each dry slap and grind of your hips against his. "Please, please—"

"I always think of kissing you when I'm coming—"

"Coming," Caleb gasps, and you think he's just mindlessly repeating you until you notice how rigid he's gotten, completely still and flushed bright red as he moans, "oh, fuck, I'm coming—"

And you can feel it, the sticky warmth flooding into the front of his jeans, seeping into you as you gasp. You grind down against his throbbing cock underneath the stifling fabric, wishing you were taking every drop of his cum instead, not letting a bit of it go to waste.

Caleb whines, crying out softly as you roll your hips, and you swallow every pretty sound with hot kisses until your clothed clit catches on his ruined jeans just right.

"Oh fuck, there—" you gasp, lips messily attached to his. You feel the tears of pleasure and overstimulation streaming down his face as he bucks up into you still. "Caleb, Caleb—"

"Come," he begs, and your eyes meet his. Your hips falter at the unadulterated affection there before you speed up, breath hitching when you feel yourself being to crest over into mind-numbing pleasure. "Come for me, honey, please come for me love please—"

Your eyes pinch shut, and you cry out for him when the orgasm hits you all at once, all your limbs seizing up as you convulse in his lap.

"Oh fuck there, there it is," Caleb grunts, grabbing at your trembling thighs under your dress, moaning when he feels your slick that had dripped down them. "You're coming, you're actually coming—"

Your pussy flutters and tightens in your soaked panties, and you moan, wondering what it would have felt like if you had had the foresight to tug his cock out of his pants, if your precious Caleb had filled you up before you came around him.

Next time, you think in a haze, giggling breathlessly when you realize there was an endless number of next times now.

Caleb's lips meet yours, and you meet each kiss as they slow into something lazy and content. He keeps leaning closer and closer to you, his hand cupping the back of your head, protecting you when you both end up weakly tumbling to the ground, and you laugh.

Your eyes are warm and shining with joy when you look up at him, pulling him down for another kiss, and another, because they were all yours now. Every kiss, every moment.

It was the same messy meeting of tongue and spit and teeth from that unspoken moment years ago, except this time, he wouldn't pull away.

"When do we get to do that again?" you gasp, and he laughs too, bright and happy and maybe, finally at some semblance of peace.

"Whenever you want it," Caleb hums, pulling back to kiss the tip of your nose, then your cheekbone, your eyelashes, all the way up to your temple and back down to your lips again.

"Well," you start, grinning as your loop your arms around his neck. He smiles down at you in befuddled admiration, like he couldn't believe you were really here. "You're the birthday boy."

There's a subtle shift in his eyes, suddenly shining with vulnerability when he asks, "But you want it?"

"Oh," you whisper, brushing at the leftover tears that cling to his long lashes. You kiss them when his eyes shut, your nose nuzzling against his.

Dummy, you think fondly. Worried you didn't want any more when you just had the best orgasm of your life, just from dry humping his lap.

When you'd been dreaming of doing this for years. When you would've been happy if all he wanted was just a kiss.

But his post-nut shyness was sweet, even if coupled with that deep-rooted fear that when he closed his eyes, you'd disappear. And your heart was too full of love not to reassure him.

So you banished the shadows that haunted the corners of his mind with another gentle kiss, pressing all your love for him into it.

"Of course I want it, Caleb," you murmur, smiling up at him. "You're all I've ever wanted."

He sighs, his lips meeting yours in another kiss. This one is unhurried, an intimate promise between you.

"Happy birthday, baby," you whisper, and he smiles.

[you-just-wait-sunshine]

really hoping my friend won't notice i rated one of her favourite books at 2 stars on storygraph

[honeycrispappletree]

ivy // hajime iwaizumi ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

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part 10: more than words

by: hitsujibungaku

It was raining when Iwaizumi got a knock on his door.

He was sat in his room, messing around with his bass absentmindedly. His focus was more on the raindrops sliding down the window beside his bed. He watched them patter at the top, and run quickly to the bottom of the glass before vanishing. Loud thunder cracks made his heart skip and his lights dim. It was dangerous out there. His mind couldn’t help but wonder where yn was right now, and if she was okay. If she was sitting by a window too, absentmindedly on her guitar, watching the same storm as him, jumping at the same thunder cracks.

An aggressive knock claps him out of his trance. He looks at the clock, 12:32am. He figured it was just thunder, until the knocks were followed with the doorbell, and then banging.

With an uneasy feeling in his chest, Iwaizumi slipped on his slides and made his way to the front. The peephole being broken, he goes straight for the knob, turning it apprehensively and peeking in the small gap in the door limited by the chainlock.

Through the view, yn is anxiously looking around her, obviously uncomfortable by the serious downpour currently drenching her. The minute her glossed eyes met his, he had the door wide open.

‘yn-‘

‘I don’t care’ she breathes rapidly, like she ran all the way there to see him.

‘what?’ his eyes search her face for any sort of conformation of what she’s trying to say.

‘I don’t care about any of it’ she pleads with nobody in particular , ‘the music, the label, the band, i don’t fucking care anymore’

‘what the hell are you talking about?’ his brows furrow while his throat gets dry and he can feel his eyes begin to sting.

She steps closer, ‘ It doesn’t matter, any of it, it doesn’t. I was wrong. It’s not what I want at all.’

He can’t say anything. Once again, he’s too in the moment. He can’t pull himself out. Iwaizumi can’t utter a single word, all he can do is look at her face. Something in it gives him a sense of comfort.

‘I didn’t really want any of it, I know that now. It was stupid.’ she rolls her eyes at her own actions.

‘you don’t want it?’ Hes confused, everything he thought he knew about her is becoming untrue.

‘I want you Iwaizumi’ she whispers, ‘None of it matters if you’re not there. It’s pointless’.

The ringing in his ears suddenly goes quiet. He can’t hear the rain patter anymore, or the lightning hit the ground far away. He can only hear the breath come out of yn’s parted lips. He can only hear her hair drip down her back. He can only hear her slightly pick at her pointer finger with her thumb.

Of course, Iwaizumi doesn’t know what to say. He never does. He struggles to get anytning out. Everytbing he has felt for her since middle school is swirling around and flashing through his head. He tries to grasp on to anytning he’s thinking, to tell the girl infront of him, but he can’t. He doesn’t make a sound.

But for the first time, It doesn’t matter that Iwaizumi stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew what to do. He took a step forward, joining yn in the rain. His usual spiked hair flattens in the rain and he runs a hand through it, clearing it from his face. He took her face in his hands and did the only thing his mind could think to do.

She tasted like cigerattes, but he didn’t mind at all.

It was more than words.

more!

akaashi is a big making you a playlist guy

bokuto doesnt really get any of the deep metaphorical songs but he loves it

oikawa has this thing where he pauses when hes fighting with someone if he has gossip or something like that

yn slipped and ate shit on the way to the apartment

ran into 5 strangers on the way there

iwaizumis fav weather is stormy

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a/n: i ddint proof read this❤️❤️ ITS SO LATE IM SORRY i just wanted to update

should i die😊