#wc: 429

[lgcmjun]

SPRING CLEANING (PART 5) OPTION C: PAST VS PRESENT SELF PROMPT: i wrote a letter to myself

to you, the scared, but always hopeful kang minjun, a legacy trainee in july 2021

yeah, i’m talking to you. are you surprised to see me where writing to you? you shouldn’t, because i’ll always be here, because i’m you, we’re the same. yeah, we go by the name MJ now, we got a stage name! which means, we debuted, minjun!

now, i want you to keep a few things in mind: everything is fine, we are doing fine, we made it. do you remember how scared and full of doubts you used to get in the beginning? you thought this weakened you, but you were wrong; that was part of your essence, it made us appreciate things on a different level. it’s hard to explain, but i can assure you every bad thing will pay off in the end.

the first time you’ll feel the urge to give up will be after the family concert in 2023. we’re going to have an amazing time, we will have so much fun on stage with our trainee friends, but when jimin showed up later, things got bad, ok? what he did wasn’t right, but trust me, you’ll have amazing people beside you, they’ll help you a lot, one in particular won’t let go of your hand, so you gotta believe everything happens for a reason.

i know you want to know more about our debut and let me tell you it’s going to be amazing, tough, crazy, unbelievable, but amazing. i’m not going to spoil you about everything, but i need you to know that i’m very proud of us, of everything we’re going to go through. brace yourself for an amazing collab we had by the end of 2024, when we performed with idols from other groups. we were praised a lot even if we had just debuted. yes, minjun, we have fans!

oh, do you wanna know something funny? did you remember how you never thought you could be recognized for your modelling skills because of our brother? well, guess who managed to snatch a contract with nintendo after halloween? you’re right, and no, i can’t give you more spoilers, what’s the fun if i tell you everything?

all i need you to know is that no matter how long you take to find this letter, i hope you never forget we’ve been doing this for the minjunnie who always thought he didn’t belong anywhere, the minjun who was so sure people would never see him. well, you are seen, you are loved and our life has really just begun. it’s not a cliche when it’s real.

i love you. 

mj, (versus maknae)

[lgcjiho]

JIHO GOING SOLO — VLOG #1

when he was announced to be the winner of future dreams season 7, it really felt almost surreal that it was happening. he had stood in complete shock on that stage as the cameras panned in from all angles and he had really only felt shocked.

but now that he's in the studio working with the producers for the vision of the song he wanted to make, he felt the same way once again.

it was really just a surreal experience in general, if he's honest.

of course, they had worked together earlier too, when it had been 'chaser' that he was making for the stage, but working together with them all again feels familiar but strange at the same time.

he pulls out his powerpoint presentation he had made of the ideas he wanted to incorporate, very aware of the camera filming this for the vlog series he was doing, and he tries to make all of his ideas sound as concise as possible, with multiple examples and even some samples he had pre-recorded and thought up earlier, including lyric snippets and riffs he had thought would be fun.

the screen changes from that, to him working on his own in his studio—a sight that eterval are sure to be used to already by now, even if they were new to the fandom—and he's diligently working on tweaking the parts to make them all sound the way that he wanted them to.

it's fun, to be able to control so much of his solo debut but also nerve-wracking.

what if he didn't do well?

the next scene is him with the creative team again—it still shocks him that he can call them his creative team if he's honest—and they're all clearly working on a more finished song than the first clip shown. most of it is filmed montage style, just with clips of them on different days, all working together with jiho clearly directing. he's wearing glasses in one of the clips, and looking a little bit frustrated.

"it's coming together though," he comments, pushing the frame of the glasses farther up his nose-bridge, tying his hair up into a half pony just to get it out of his face. "we got through the hard part—mostly trying to get the different parts into one song but i think we did it. we all work really well together so ..." he trails off and gives a thumbs up.

"i think the final product will be a good one. i just hope eterval will like it."

[openwund]

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・✶ ｡ﾟ pairing: college au, msby player atsumu x f.reader, unrequitted love, dumber x dumb, flirty x avoidant, fwb ushijima x f.reader, high school sweethearts, lovers to strangers to lovers, cousins suna and reader. ⊹ ࣪ ♡

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝒔ypnosis; y/n l/n felt like she was dragging her boyfriend, miya atsumu, down. she thought that it would be better for them to separate as he was really into his volleyball career. now, one year later, they, somehow, get into the same college and atsumu tries to reconnect with his ex girlfriend. © open𝒘und '25

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i. ANYTHING?????

ii. WATTPAD MAFIA BOSS

iii. DINNER PLANS & LATE NIGHTS

iv. KEEP HIM WAITING

v. ASTRONOMICAL FUMBLE

vi. MAKE IT ALL WORTH IT (wc: 429)

vii. KEEP YOUR WET RAT, GIRL.

viii. PATHETIC LOSER COMPETITION

ix. COFFEE SHOP WORKER

x. NO CAUSE IT'S FUCK MEN

xi.

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[byshens]

a little bird said byshens reqs are open ?!?! another little bird said what if they infiltrate your inbox w the groups u dont often write ?!?!! and another little bird said taesan face fucking u w no remorse ?!?!?

so many little birdies & some how all of them are absolutely super correct ?!?! hello pretty girl ,, i hope this satisfies ur desire a little bit ( or a lot bit ) ,, BONEDO BONEDO BONEDO !! 💌💌💌

ᝰ.ᐟ face fucking—deep throating, dom! taesan, gagging, hair pulling, cursing, petnames ( dirty girl ), cum eating, lmk if i missed any ─── f. reader -> wc 429 catalogue!

gentle wasnt in taesan’s books.

he was wild, reckless, dominating. but you craved for it. you loved how he used you like you were just a mere doll for him.

he’d push you on your knees and grab a fist full of your messy hair, yanking your head back roughly. all he would need to say was one word—open—and your mouth would fall wide for him, allowing him to shove his hard cock between your lips.

“fuck,,” he groaned, taking in how your mouth wrapped perfectly tight around his length, how he trained your throat just for him.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, feeling how you flatten your tongue underneath his cock, drool seeping out from the sides.

“shit, your mouth is so good,” he moans out lowly, pulling your face closer to his cock with every thrust, your nose practically bumping against his skin above his cock each time.

your breathing was shaken, but you loved it. you loved how you were basically suffocating with his cock in your mouth, how he looks down at you wth desire clouded in his eyes.

the sounds of muffled moans and gags echoed in the room you both were in, oh how obsessed taesan was with how you sound when you struggled for him. his pace quick and relentless.

“making me feel so good,” he huffed, watching as your eyes watered. the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, your hands jerking to his legs to keep your body steady, your pussy already soaking.

it stung—but stung so good. your eyes couldnt stop the tears, wetting and staining your cheeks with salty liquid. your boyfriend swore under his breath, taking in the sight of such mess. you felt pathetic …. crying as taesan abused your mouth and throat, but something about it just turned you on more.

taesan felt his stomach knot up, his climax getting close. but he wasnt going to let you go without filling your mouth with his seed, needing to make you a mess.

he didnt even warn you when he came, his cum spilling out of his tip and filled up your throat. with you choking on his cock, he groaned, having it twitch between your lips.

he pulled out quickly and wrapped a hand around your neck—not squeezing—but calmly just gripped around it. “swallow it,” he demanded.

and you did.

gulping down his salty seed, your face cringed and he chuckled, giving your lips a kiss. “that’s my dirty girl.” he smiled, watching you gasp for air.

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[k0juki]

Can you do something with a reader who represents their country at Eurovision and gets along well with Joost and everyone ships them? Maybe smth like Joost comforts us before the performance and during it we can see that he is proud of us and it’s just fluff

YESS!!🙏🙏

Just be yourself

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.

A/n: it's so short I'm so sorry! I didn't have much of inspiration...

Wc: 429

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This was it, the moment that you were waiting for, but you were nervous about it, how could you not be nervous. At least you had Joost here with you. Nothing else mattered.

But what if you mistake some words? Everyone will start to say things like you can't speak, sing or worse, what if they start to laugh? Luckily Joost saw you and your shaking form of nerves.

He approached you with a reassuring smile and said, "You've got this Y/n," his voice filled with confidence. "Just be yourself, and let your talent shine." He added, kneeling in front of you and took your hands in his, squeezed them for comfort.

His words were like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves, and you nodded, grateful for his encouragement. "Thank you Joost."

With a deep breath, you stood up and stepped onto the stage, the spotlight shining down as you prepared to share your music with the world.

As the music swelled and you began to sing, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

The crowd's cheers filled the air, but it was Joost's proud gaze that truly warmed your heart.

With every note, you poured your soul into the performance, pouring out your passion and love for music.

As the final notes faded away, the audience erupted into applause, and you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. It was a dream come true.

Stepping offstage, you were greeted by Joost's beaming smile and enthusiastic hugs from the rest of the group. "You were amazing!" Joost exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I knew you could do it."

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of celebrations and camaraderie, but it was the moments shared with Joost that meant the most. With his unwavering support, you felt like you could conquer the world.

"Thank you again Joost, it really means a lot to me..." you spoke quietly and looked into his ocean blue eyes, he really is beautiful.

"Don't thank me, you would have done the same." He said with a smile that reached his eyes.

You pulled him in another hug and just stood here. He is something else. Kind, friendly and has never ending support for everyone.

As the night drew to a close, you and Joost were surrounded by old and new friends, you couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that this day gave you.

And as the crowd whispered and winked, it was clear that the chemistry between you and Joost hadn't gone unnoticed. Everyone saw these stolen glances.

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Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

[ccoeurhee]

ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟs & ᴡᴀʀᴍ sᴄᴀʀᴠᴇs ˖⁺—

softbf!heeseung × reader.

content : fluff.

wc: 429

₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦌 ˚˖⁺

"aren't you cold?" he asks, gently wrapping his scarf around your neck. he looks down, searching your face for an answer.

you don't answer, you don't know what to say and before your mind can spin up a dumb response, he speaks again.

"you didn't pick up my calls yesterday," your gaze wanders, looking at anything, the trees, the sky, anything but his waiting eyes. "you didn't see my messages either?," his hand grasps yours, thumb gently rubbing over it.

"were you busy?"

you look down to where your hands connect, "yeah...sorry about that." you mumble quietly, but he hears it just right.

you still refuse to meet his stare, refuse to admit to yourself that something as small and irrelevant as his ex and him unknowingly ending up at the same party a couple days ago could make you jealous. they didn't even talk to each other, you doubt heeseung even knew that she would be there.

"hm, okay, do you want to talk?" heeseung offers, sensing some awkwardness in you. "no." you look away again.

"okay," he pulls you into his embrace, arms engulf your figure as he shares his warmth on a cold, wintery day. "i'm right here"

your face is buried into his chest and you can practically breathe in his cologne. it's light and musky, and makes you immediately regret spending the whole day away from him.

you sigh, it's time to speak. your hand softly fists his sweater as you take a gulp, "jake said saeyeon was at that party too, on friday, you didn't tell me anything about that." you keep it minimal, you know he understands, even with no words, he always does.

he hums softly, his chin resting on top of your head and you pout back into his chest. you can feel him trying to not laugh and you raise your head up in a flash, squinting at him. well, atleast your gazes finally meet.

"excuse me sir, is that funny to you?"

He only smiles, pushing your head back into his embrace. "noo," he laughs again, "i'm sorry for not telling you." his voice always as sweet as angels and honey.

"so, you were avoiding me yesterday because you were jealous?"

your ear rests upon his beating heart as you respond "shut up."

"okay." his smile widens and the sides of his deer eyes crease up as he goes on to hold your face in his hands spreading warmth to your cheeks. "you're so fucking cute baby,"

he pecks your lips, " and don't ever do that again."

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[in-another-april]

summary/prompt + genre - spencer + acts of service | fluff

warnings - none

wc - 429

notes - this is actually two lil blurbs bc i couldn't decide which one to do!!

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You sleepily feel around the bed for Spencer, groggily opening your eyes when you find he’s not there. The look of confusion on your face is soon replaced with a soft smile as he enters the room, still in his pajamas with sleep-tousled hair and a coffee mug in hand. You sit up a bit as he reaches your side in a few steps, placing the mug on the end table. He climbs back into bed, scooching right next to you even though the whole other side is available. You don’t mind in the slightest.

“Good morning,” He smiles, brushing the hair from your forehead and dropping a kiss there. You return the greeting, leaning into his touch. “I made you coffee.”

You hum, reaching for the mug and sighing contentedly when the warm liquid meets your lips. Being tuned in to pretty much everything about you is second nature to him, you’ve never actually told him the way you like your coffee. He seemed to have, like with most things, picked up on it easily and somehow manages to make it better than when you’d make it yourself. He is a genius, after all. (Or so he teasingly reminded you after you questioned how he did it.)

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“Ugh, it’s freezing out here.” You complained with a groan, pressing yourself closer to Spencer in a desperate attempt to stay warm as he walked alongside you.

“You know, it’s more-so the wind than it is the temperature.” He supplies helpfully, wrapping his arm around you tightly. “While cold air alone can be deadly, it’s much worse when it’s moving. As wind speed increases, body heat is removed faster.”

He moves to rummage in his bag for a moment, and you grumble at the loss of contact. You were being a little dramatic, it was just another D.C winter, but that didn’t make the walk from the subway to your apartment any easier. Before you could complain any further, Spencer produced a set of gloves from his bag and offered them to you.

“You… Did you really-” You gape, speechless at the sweet gesture.

“You always forget yours, so I figured I should keep a pair with me.” He shrugs, like it’s just a small thing. And it is, really, but it’s still so thoughtful that you can’t help but feel giddy. You pull them over your hands and take one of his, pushing your intertwined hands back into your jacket pocket.

“You’re the best, you know?” You gush, and he smiles amusedly in response, pressing your sides impossibly closer.

[winteringdream]

LINGERING WARMTH ──── park gunwook

✩ ⋅ pairing. park gunwook x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff ✩ ⋅ warnings. reader is smaller/shorter than gunwook ✩ ⋅ wc. 429

You rub your arms, trying to fight off the cold. The night is colder than you had expected, the light wind making it worse. You hadn’t planned to stay out this late. If you had, you would’ve brought a jacket.

Gunwook subtly glances over, catching sight of you rubbing your arms. He hesitates for a moment and looks away before looking back at you again.

“You’re freezing,” he says, stopping in his tracks. He scans your face for a reaction, but he's met with an indifferent look on your face.

“It's fine, I'm almost home anyway.” you tell him, shrugging.

He gives you a flat look. “Yeah, sure.” Without another word, he reaches for the hem of his hoodie and tugs it off in one smooth motion and holds it out to you.

You shake your head, pushing it back towards him. "You must be cold too, I'm not stupid."

He shoves it toward you again, impatient. “Just take it.”

Gunwook doesn't want you to see how much courage it took for him to offer his jacket, so instead he tries to push you to take it.

You hesitate. “But-”

“Don’t be stubborn,” he cuts in. “You’re literally shivering.”

You open your mouth to argue, but another gust of wind blows past, making you curl into yourself. Gunwook raises a brow, as if to say, see, I told you.

You take the hoodie from his hands. The fabric is thick and warm, still carrying his body heat. You slip it on, the sleeves extending past your fingertips. The hood is oversized, the hem falling past your hips. It smells like him, his perfume and detergent.

Gunwook watches you as you adjust it, his face heating up despite the fact that he's quite cold. You pull the hoodie tighter around yourself, burying your hands in the sleeves. “Happy now?”

He exhales shakily before trying to compose himself. He shakes his head with a grin. “Damn, I should’ve charged you for that.”

You scoff. “Oh, please. I'll give it back to you right now.”

“Don't,” he says sternly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I'm just joking.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s something light in your chest, something warm that has nothing to do with the hoodie.

“I’ll give it back tomorrow,” you say, but even as the words leave your mouth, you already know you won’t want to.

And later that night, when you’re lying in bed, the sleeves still too long and the scent still lingering, you're sure of it. Gunwook won't see this hoodie for another month.

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[castielscaplan]

In the Quiet (Dean x Gadreel)

Summary: Gadreel & Dean share a moment of peace together.

Warnings: fluff!

WC: 429

Read on ao3!

A/N: dedicated to my beloved @heavenssexiestangel for getting me into this pairing <3

The bunker was unusually still, lit only by the soft golden hue of a lamp in the library. Dean sat on the couch, a book resting on his chest—half-read, long forgotten. His eyelids drooped, not quite asleep, but not fully present either.

He didn’t flinch when he felt a quiet presence enter the room.

“You’re getting predictable,” Dean murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“I find comfort in patterns,” Gadreel replied softly, stepping into the warm light. “And in you.”

Dean chuckled, still not opening his eyes. “That was corny.”

Gadreel tilted his head, brow furrowed. “I thought it was… sincere.”

“It was,” Dean said quickly, finally looking up at him. “Just… very you.”

Gadreel gave a faint smile, one of those rare, quiet things Dean secretly lived for. He crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the couch, his hand brushing lightly against Dean’s. Dean turned his hand palm-up, lacing their fingers together without hesitation.

The silence that followed was a good one—safe, warm, peaceful.

“You’re still struggling,” Gadreel said after a moment, voice gentle.

Dean blinked, the smile slipping from his face. “I’m always struggling.”

“You hide it well,” Gadreel said. “But I can feel it. The way you carry yourself. Like you’re waiting for the next war.”

Dean let out a breath. “That’s kinda the job description.”

Gadreel looked at him with eyes full of endless centuries and quiet compassion. “You don’t always have to fight, Dean. Not here. Not with me.”

Dean glanced away, swallowing hard. Gadreel’s thumb brushed against the back of his hand, grounding him. Calming him.

“You make it easier,” Dean admitted quietly. “I don’t know how, but when you’re here... I breathe easier.”

Gadreel leaned in, his forehead gently resting against Dean’s. “That is all I want for you. Peace. Even if just for a moment.”

Dean looked at him, really looked at him—at the way the light kissed the angles of his face, at the softness in those ancient eyes. And for once, he didn’t overthink it.

He leaned in and pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to Gadreel’s lips.

It wasn’t fiery or desperate—it was quiet, and tender, and full of all the words Dean hadn’t found the courage to say.

When he pulled back, Gadreel’s eyes fluttered open, wide with something almost human. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Dean said softly. “It was.”

Gadreel smiled, his hand tightening gently around Dean’s. “Then let us stay in this moment… a little longer.”

And they did—wrapped in the quiet, and in each other.

[wh1spyz]

2:18 AM CHOI TAEYANG ✧

wc: 429

a/n: a little bit awkward smau chap tmrw guys i promise i js realized i have hw to do and im kinda running out of ideas..

you came back to the house late at night, slipping off your wet shoes and putting your keys on the table. you then took off your coat, and god you were drenched.

“damn fucking rain..”

you drop your umbrella into the container next to theo’s, and drag yourself to the kitchen to make something to eat to satisfy your burning desire for food, since your stomach has been growling like crazy ever since you got on your taxi back to your apartment. work was hectic these days, and you eventually needed to go on a business trip to get some new clients (despite your pleading boyfriend, who wanted you to stay home desperately). you flip on the switch and the light flickers on as you open the fridge and grab a drink, along with the chicken and fried rice in the fridge that had a note on it saying that it was for you. theo knew you were coming back today, but you told him that you were most likely going to come back much later than dinner time, so he had just saved the food he ordered for you to supposedly eat. you sighed and smiled to yourself, opening the meal container to be met with the delicious smell of the meat and steamy rice (surprisingly, it was still warm). you wash your hands and dig into the meal at the kitchen counter, typing up some emails on your phone.

2:18 AM, the time read.

you were definitely getting exhausted, so after you finished your meal, you washed up and went to bed. to your shock, you saw theo scrolling through his phone, eyes barely open, presumably waiting for you. your eyes met and his eyes widened, giving you a soft, tired smile.

“princess.. what took you so long huh?”

you crawled into bed with him, wearing some black shorts and an old shirt of his, hugging him tight as you buried your face into his chest. you mutter a small “i miss you sunshine”, and place a small kiss on his jawline. he wraps his arms around your waist tight, pulling you in closer, if even possible at that point, and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“i missed you too, doll. how about we go to sleep now, mm?”

you hum in agreement, and eventually fell asleep, but not before hearing theo’s sweet whisper of an “i love you”, along with another small kiss on your forehead. small moments like those are just a small reminder of why you love your boyfriend so much.

[lostgracestories]

You know as the days grow colder, I was wondering

how would the omen twins spend their time during the colder seasons?

I would love seeing the tarnished cuddling with them to get warm, or maybe the other way around.

STOP IT I LOVE YOU HOLD MY COFFEE wc: 429 tw: slight suggestion lol

Cold but Warm

Morgott

Winter was just around the corner and you were beyond excited to spend your first Christmas with Morgott. However, you hated the cold weather that came with it... Morgott quickly noticed this when you began sitting in front of the fireplace in his study, still shivering despite the warmth "Beloved, art thou cold?" "Yes, you aren't?! It's freezing!" Morgott would offer a light amused chuckle and shake his head "I hath thick skin, I suppose"

He LOVE LOVE LOVES when you sit in his lap by the fireplace and stick your head out of the hole in his cloak. He even wraps his tail around you too just to keep you warm.

HE LOVES HOT COCOA- okay hear me out. You are used to warm drinks like apple cider and cocoa during fall and winter but he has never had either. The moment he tries it for the first time (due to your insistence) he finds himself asking for it whenever he sees you. He'll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and breathe in the smell of you "My king, what do you need?" He'll stay quiet, too embarrassed to tell you "...hot cocoa?" He loves that you know him so well

OKAY LISTEN- this was another idea I got from someone else making requests on my page but WINTER COATS. His fur and hair comes in TEN FOLD <333 (PLEASE COMMENT WHICH ONE OF YOU IT WAS ILYSM)

Mohg

Your first winter with Mohg is something out of damn fairytale. He is very keen on decorating and accommodating your wants and needs "Is this tree alright?" He'll ask while he carries a tree 20x your size

WINGS OH GODDDD- He loves to wrap you up in his wings and especially with the cold weather, he enjoys the warmth of your body pressed against his (in more ways than one ;) ... )

He isn't sure why, but he loves seeing you dress in the clothes he has made for or fetched for you. So, when you ask him to wear matching sweaters he is ALL OVER IT. He is equally as excited when you ask about matching blankets... he's such a cutie patootie...

Mohg loves to indulge himself with sweets and you love this about him. ESPECIALLY when he gives you the biggest toothy grin as he offers you a piece of the Christmas chocolates you have gifted him... He is like a child when it comes to these things. "Love, would you like a piece?" "I'm alright, Mohg-" "...please?" And you oblige because of the puppy eyes he gives you...

[incandescentwarmth]

@jegulus-microfic – April 19 • Class • wc 429

“Pleeeeease sit with me.” James was pouting in a way that should be forbidden for how convincing it was. Regulus was losing his resolve by the second and he couldn’t help but think of how pathetic he had become. 

With a cheeky flutter of his lashes, the last bit of strength he clung to snapped and Regulus had to close his eyes to answer. “Fine. I will sit with you.” Opening them back up, he gazed down to see the brilliant smile that spread across James’s face, filling him with warmth. Regulus knew then that he would agree to anything to see James look so effortlessly happy. 

Fucking pathetic.

That’s how Regulus found himself sitting between James and Remus Lupin at the Gryffindor table, waiting for dinner to begin. There was chatter surrounding him on every side in a way that he wasn’t used to. It felt foreign watching the way these people interacted, interrupting each other and throwing in quips so quickly that it was hard for him to follow. He would have certainly been overwhelmed had he not been able to lean over and rest his head on James’s shoulder while he observed. 

Regulus noticed his stomach rumble and just before he was going to complain that he was hungry, the food started to appear before them. James served him before filling his own plate with food, ever the gentleman. 

Now, while Regulus knew the Gryffindors were generally more rowdy than his own house, he was most definitely not prepared for the food fight that broke out between his brother and boyfriend following James's attempt to scoop a spoonful of potatoes off the other’s plate. Bits of food were flung at each other and quickly the small group around him all joined in. 

Squeals and teasing insults were being thrown from every direction and suddenly, a piece of chicken was coming right towards him. At the last moment, James dived in front, gallantly protecting him from the hit and landing sprawled across the younger’s lap. 

“That’s it!” Regulus said exasperated and the action halted. He looked down at James who was wearing the same bright smile he had earlier and Regulus had to fight to keep the scowl on his face. “Do you not have even an ounce of class in you? I know he lacks all manners,” he said gesturing at Sirius, “but you?”

James didn’t answer right away, instead lifting his hand to his lover’s face slowly and faking innocence as he swiped a smear of mashed potatoes onto Regulus’s nose. “Not even a bit.”

[z-eel]

introduction : zeel | 21 | they/them

fandom : marauders

Barty kin and a multishipper, so feel free to send me rants about your favorite ship/character.

warning: nsfw content => minors dni

this is a list of all the fic i have posted

[note i do not post long fics anywhere other than ao3 and do not plan on posting them anywhere other than ao3]

TUMBLR POST

To be Sirius Black [ Wolfstar | T | wc : 657 ]

historical setting - vampire sirius - character study

Sirius and his need to taste.

To be Remus Lupin [ Wolfstar | T | wc : 674]

historical setting - werewolf remus - character study

Remus and his need to claim.

To be Regulus Black [ Jegulus | T | wc : 510]

historical setting - vampire regulus - character study

Regulus and his need to touch.

To be James Potter [ Jegulus | T | wc : 520]

historical setting - human james - character study

James and his need to sin.

To Be Barty Crouch Jr [Rosekiller | T | wc: 514]

historical setting - human barty - character study

Barty and his need to worship.

To Be Evan Rosier [Rosekiller | T | wc: 511]

historical setting - vampire evan - character study

Evan and his need to know.

Red Rose Surprise [Rosekiller| G | wc: 2.7k]

modern setting - barista barty - kid fic

Stupid strawberry milk

Casanova, What Casanova?

[Remus & Mary | T | wc: 1.8k]

fwb remus/mary - casanova remus - request

It's a stupid title.

Nothing But Trouble [Rosekiller | T | wc: 968]

barty pov - rivalry - request

You don't wanna lose, do you?

Bite and Bleed [Moonflower | M | wc: 1k]

remus pov - bdsm - pornstar polycule

Bite. Bite. Bite.

The First [Rosekiller | M | wc: 1k]

plus one - first time - fade to black

Just this once.

Carved Bones [Rosekiller | M | wc: 429]

grief - neophilia - cannibalism

romantic but impossible

WIPS

Bury Me With My Regrets

[Rosekiller | T | 23k | CH: 6/9]

canon divergent - angst - mourning

Barty once had a constant he thought he could never live without, but now that Evan was gone Barty has to figure things out again.

Mutual Destruction

[SERIES : Complete Devotion]

[Rosekiller | T | 15k | CH: 4/16]

alternate universe - assassin & hitmen - rivalry

"It's a balance the universe provided for you, Evan. A form of mutual destruction for the necessary evil you decided to bring upon this world." His sister just loved to make everything seem as if it were destined.

Muse

[Marylilylene | M | 4.9k | CH: 2/8]

collage au - vampires - erotica

It's beauty unmatched, wonders undiscovered. Marlene's not sure what they did to be blessed with such a gift.

COMPLETED

wanting

[SERIES: Sleepover's at Lupin's]

[Moonwater | E | 5k | Oneshot]

modern universe - sommophilia - pwp

He wants, he wants, he wants. He can't. He shouldn't, but he does.

Playlist

given our nature

the blood of a dying rose

of blood and desire

keeping loyalties

filming

Tags

#zeel's thinking - general marauders headcanons/ brainrot

#zeel answers - answering asks

#zeel's writing - any writing projects im working on

#zeel spamming - my nonsense

#zeel's reading / zeel recommendation - marauders fanfics

#pornstars polycule - Lily x Barty x Regulus x Remus

#zeel flirts - flirting w/ my mutuals

#zeel lore/irl - more about me

#shhh someone's sleeping - somno content

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 14 (10/14): Blowjob starring Stephen Glass

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, switch Stephen/switch s/o, blowjob, mommy kink, pet names (babe, baby), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: It was a normal day for the couple, and they decided to play some Monopoly after work since it was Steve’s favorite game. However, things take a rather… intimate turn.

WC: 429 words

Sometimes things happen after careful analysis, research, and consideration. Other times, frankly most times, things happen because someone goes, “Screw it” and they just decide to wing it instead. A lot of people usually choose the second option ninety-nine percent of the time. Some actions taken as such may be more consequential than others, while there are some that are a lot more rewarding in contrast. This one, for sure, was way more rewarding.

“C’mon, Steve!” she groaned, watching as he grinned sheepishly as he claimed Boardwalk. She always loved taking it since she started playing when she was young, for no particular reason, and if she didn’t get to it first, Steve would take it to rub it in her face.

He chuckled shrugging, “Sorry, baby… Guess the universe is on my side tonight.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” she retorts, huffing before rolling the dice. She moves her spot, playing her turn, before hesitating for a few moments. “…Screw it.”

Stephen’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard her mutter, and before he could respond, she was underneath the table. The smile he had on widened, thinking she was trying to hide herself. “You have to hide your face because you’re so mad?” he teased, but he gasped and his eyes widened when his pants were swiftly pulled down and his cock sprung free. His hips jolted slightly in panic, but her warm hands kept him in place, licking long, taunting lines with her tongue on his tip.

“Baby,” he breathed out, his hands immediately darting out to grip her hair. He could feel her smile against his tip, before taking him all the way.

His head threw back in pleasure, whimpers and whines escaping his plump, pink lips. Tears prodded at his waterline, making his vision through his glasses a bit blurry as they threatened to fall. She was so skilled with her mouth, it felt so good that it hurt.

“…Mommy,” he whined, his hips bucking into her mouth and making her gag slightly. She always gave head like a champ, but she was just too damn good at it. It was intoxicating, addicting.

“I’m close, mommy,” he moaned after not too long, already overstimulated from all the attention and pent up feelings from the day. She hummed around his length, giving permission, and he shot his cum into her waiting mouth.

He panted heavily afterwards, watching as she came back up from underneath the table and smiled, licking the remaining cum dripping off the side of her mouth.

He breathily laughs, “You’re so gonna pay for that.”

[mugloversonly]

Christmas Day

Written for: @steddiemas prompt: TOYS, SURPRISE @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: HOT CHOCOLATE, STOCKING, CHRISTMAS WC: 429 Rating: G CW: NA Summary: Amelia opens her gifts, Eddie gets a big surprise AO3

Steve hands Eddie a mug of hot chocolate as he sits next to his husband. Amelia was surrounded by toys, opening box after box. She may be a little spoiled; to be fair, they told all their friends she never had Christmas before finding out why so everyone went a little over board.

But that was okay, Steve and Eddie saved their gifts for the eight days of Hanukkah. By the time she got through her gifts, it was lunch time, Eddie made her favorite, Mac and Cheese with bread crumbs sprinkled on top. They had a full holiday dinner planned over at the Hoppers’ so they didn’t want to get too complicated with it. After that, it was Amelia’s nap time and time for the men to exchange gifts.

They exchanged stockings, not bothering to take turns. Steve tipped his over and found a handful of candies, trinkets, and a new watch. He opened the box and gasped in shock.

“Eds! You found it?” He exclaimed. When they went shopping last month the shop had been out of this one. Eddie must have found the time to go back to get it. He looked over, confused by Eddie’s lack of answer. He understood when the shine of tears dripped down his face. He held a framed copy of an ultrasound.

“Stevie? What is this?” He asked softly.

“Chrissy said it worked.” Eddie gasped as he looked at his husband. “Turn it over.” Steve smiled. Eddie shakily flipped the frame to see a second ultrasound on the other side.

“Twins?” Eddie asked softly.

“Close. One from Robin and one from Chrissy.” Steve smiled. It was the perfect outcome. They’d have two new babies.

“Oh, holy shit!” Eddie cried out and jumped onto Steve’s lap. Steve thankfully anticipated the move and was ready to hold his husband. “Why didn’t you say anything?!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Steve laughed. Eddie pulled back and kissed him fiercely.

“Consider me surprised! This is the best Christmas ever!” Eddie said. But then he froze. “But what about Amelia?”

“What about her?” Steve asked.

“I don’t want her to feel like we love her any less, since there will be two babies in the house. That are biologically ours. Like...she’s our real daughter, I just don’t want her to be sad.” Eddie began to fret. The little crease between his eyes was getting deeper and deeper.

“She won’t be. And if she is, we’ll make sure she knows we don’t love her any less.” Steve said.

“Promise?” Eddie asked.

“Promise.”

tags

@katyawriteswhump

buy me a coffee

[mcb3k]

So, wrote a dumb bash thing

$> count=$(wc -l media-links.txt) $> for i in $(cat media-links.txt); do wget $i; file=echo $i | awk -F '/' '{print $NF}'; mv $file $count-$file; count=$((count - 1)); sleep 2 ; echo ================================; done

It mostly works, although that sleep apparently needs to be longer because I was getting of "ERROR 429: Too Many Requests".

The rename doesn't always work because sometimes the URL has a URL encoded character, which gets decoded by wget when the actual file gets saved. e.g.

--2024-07-01 00:11:17-- https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55dca83de4b018ac1524526f/t/622990a6d88dfa624f168cbd/1646891207920/Samuel+Spruce%2C+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty+Wood.mp3 Resolving static1.squarespace.com… 146.75.32.238 Connecting to static1.squarespace.com|146.75.32.238|:443… connected. HTTP request sent, awaiting response… 200 OK Length: 33151680 (32M) [audio/mpeg] Saving to: ‘Samuel+Spruce,+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty+Wood.mp3’ Samuel+Spruce,+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty 100%[=================================================================================================================>] 31.62M 20.2MB/s in 1.6s 2024-07-01 00:11:19 (20.2 MB/s) - ‘Samuel+Spruce,+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty+Wood.mp3’ saved [33151680/33151680] mv: can't rename 'Samuel+Spruce%2C+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty+Wood.mp3': No such file or directory

Anyway, that's a problem for future me.