#wc: 515

[sarangbe]

STANDSTILL 염사랑 → SOLO

it's depressing, but sarang hasn't felt like himself for what seems like millennia. his entire life revolves around one thing, and one thing only, and it's a thing that he genuinely doesn't even enjoy that much. had he known that training would feel like a never-ending revolving door of nothingness, he would've thought twice about participating in 'next gen' way back when. in truth, he threw his hat in the ring as a means to gain some level of exposure; to boost his social media engagement by allowing people to get to know him on a wider scale, in hopes that his commissions would increase afterwards.

he never expected to do well, and he definitely didn't expect to win first place, and yet, somehow, he did. completely unintentionally, he was able to steal the hearts of the label executives, his peers, and the crowds alike; winning their favor enough to steadily climb in the ranks until the gold was bestowed upon him. back then, it felt good to win.

it felt good to prove that he's more talented than studio delta made him feel during his short time there, and it felt even better to be validated on such a wide scale, but over time, that revelry began to dim, and now, it's all faded away into nothingness.

waking up at ungodly hours to trudge his way to the company fills him with such an immense sense of dread that it's become difficult to leave his bed. during instruction, all he does is stare at the clock and dissociate; dreaming of what he'd be doing if he remained in school, or if he was able to go clubbing like he wants to, or if he left his life in korea to move to canada with alex, or if he met a new prince charming to sweep him off of his feet. none of his reveries revolve around being an idol. there's never, ever singing, or dancing, or performing involved. all of that is so humdrum to him.

sometimes, he wonders if there's anything he can do to rid of these feelings. sarang aches to be re-energized and re-inspired, but at this point, he has no idea if or when that'll happen for him. none of the solutions he comes up with seem sustainable, nor does the occasional advice he receives from his friends. it's hard for them to understand him. they all want to be at the company. they're all living their dreams. he just wishes he were out there living his own because it's clear that this isn't it. it never really has been, either.

until then, he's still here, even if he's not really here. his body may be going through the motions, but his mind is that of an escapist. it's anywhere but here. for now, that's where he'll remain; wandering in the caverns of his mind. sarang just hopes that something'll give at some point soon. if that never happens though, he'll have no idea what to do, but he's trying his hardest not to worry about that right now.

[plumforests]

come here

prompt: ‘welcome’ @drarrymicrofic | wc: 515 | rating: M

Standing on his doorstep in the silvery light, too sharp to be a dream. Harry swallows the urge to eat the smirk right off his face.

“You’re not wel—”

Malfoy never misses a crack in the armour; he’s kicking the door shut before Harry can blink.

“—come here.”

His back hits the wall. Hands pressed half-hearted against Malfoy’s chest, a pitiful barricade.

“Not welcome where?” Malfoy’s voice dips low, deliberate. “In your life?” He shoves his thigh between Harry’s legs. “Inside you?”

Harry bites his lip, lets his lashes shutter. Ron might’ve been wrong when he said he doesn’t lose his head in a crisis. Malfoy’s entire being is an ambush.

Irritation snaps, spills over. Harry drags him down by the hair, kisses him aggressively. Sometimes it’s better to storm the trap before it can spring. Or so he tells himself.

Malfoy’s touch always dawns bruising—then sinks beneath the skin, turns tender. Harry feels it when the smirk melts into a sigh; rolls it back into his mouth, half-stolen.

He goes pliant faster than he’d like to admit.

“Fuck you,” he gasps as Malfoy flips him, shoves him face-first into the wall, trousers barely pushed past his knees.

“Next time.”

Malfoy’s teeth nip at his throat, vicious, like he’s prey. Sometimes Harry wishes he’d just bloody catch him already. Mount him over the mantle like a prize, claim him, call him his.

He’s so tired of running.

“You always say that.”

“And you always open so sweetly for me,” Malfoy murmurs. “What can I say? I’m an opportunist.” He thrusts hot and slick between his thighs, and Harry loses his breath to a moan.

. . .

Later, a trail of clothes marks their path to the bedroom.

Harry’s boneless and stupid. Malfoy’s stained pink and soft at the edges. Limbs tangled together—that part of the night where Harry pretends he’s too fucked-out to extract himself. Where Malfoy’s too sated to notice his fingers are still curled into Harry’s, or just feeling charitable enough not to pull away.

“You’re welcome to shower,” Harry mumbles eventually, eyes still closed, as if that could keep him out, keep him from settling into his skin.

“It’s late.”

“Yeah, alright.”

“Shite. I don’t know where I put my wand.”

“Go find it then,” Harry grumbles, rolling away.

Malfoy snorts. “Is this how you treat all your guests?”

Harry rolls back over, indignant. “Well, I don’t usually let them jostle me about into the ungodly hours of the morning, do I?”

He shouldn’t have looked. Malfoy’s rumpled and disgruntled and devastating, all wrapped up in Harry’s sheets. It’s just rude.

It’s ruder still when he pounces—Harry’s pinned under him in a flash.

“You poor thing. Want me to jostle you into the godly hours of the morning, do you?”

His grin stretches just a little too soft to be predatory.

Harry blinks up at him, at his unreasonably lovely face, hardly daring to hope. “You want to stay the night?”

“Oh. Well, I suppose,” Malfoy drawls slyly, “if you’re insisting.” He swoops down to kiss him before he can reply.

thank you @citrusses for the beta! 🫶🏼 | on ao3

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

wc: 515. not proofread.

chubby chaser!choso who didn't know why his heart was beating so fast, why his palms were so sweaty, and why his throat was so dry when he first met you. your soft curves, your thick thighs, your large chest. he didn't know what to do but to stare at you as you held out your hand for him to shake.

chubby chaser!choso who can't believe it everytime when he realizes that you're now together. a couple. boyfriend and girlfriend. how an extremely beautiful woman like you would ever like let alone love him. you were the only person he would ever lay eyes on. he would stare so much at you when you talk forgetting to listen. "are you even listening, cho...?

"yeah that's... that's so cool"

chubby chaser!choso who is embarrassed to say it, but absolutely adores your chest. they're so soft and bouncy and they call his name everytime your relaxing either on the couch or bed. he quickly gets on top of you placing his cheek onto them and letting out a sigh of contentment. "this is great... don't you think"

chubby chaser!choso who has a habit of lightly spanking or just grabbing your ass when you walk by or when he's standing behind you. then rubs it later to 'ease the pain'. he does this any chance he gets, even if it's in public, he does not care. your ass just looks so scrumptious and he's having weird thoughts.

chubby chaser!choso who kisses your soft tummy when you lay down together, sometimes even blowing into it to tickle you which makes you laugh. he loves feeling it when he hugs you from behind. your so soft in all the right places, he just can't help himself.

chubby chaser!choso who bites your plush cheeks after he kisses them. he just loves how round, warm and soft they are. the way the rise up just a bit when you smile. he swears he's suffering from a heart attack when you do that. but a good one. because he thinks your adorableness will be the death of him someday. "if i were to die in your hands. i would die the happiest man, baby"

chubby chaser!choso who likes placing his hand on your thick juicy thighs whenever he's driving. it's like his hand is just magnetically attached, because he will never stop...ever! he also like laying on them or being crushed by them, just because. he also enjoys watching the way they become 3× bigger when you sit down. he could just scream.

chubby chaser!choso who always makes you feel secured about your body. giving you compliments and placing kisses everywhere leaving your cheeks warm and your heart feeling full everytime he does this. he also effortlessly carries you to the bed or anyway you wanna lay really because he loves having you in his arms.

chubby chaser!choso who learns to cook all your favourite meals and demands he feeds you, because to him, the bigger the figure, the better and the more he can love...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[sleepymarimo]

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬

pairing: zoro x fem!reader cw: none, just fluff! woke up to rain and just wanted to write a quick little something with a soft zoro wc: 515

the pitter pattering of the rain onto the wooden deck of the sunny echoed throughout the girl's cabin.

it's just you in the large room, with nami off keeping watch and robin doing some late night studying in the library.

your breaths are deep and even, the rocking of the ship and chill air lulling you into a deep slumber. blanket pulled high, you're blissfully unaware of the world around you.

a shiver runs through you as the cold manages to reach your skin, your eyes barely able to crack open. the soft fabric of your blanket is peeled away for a fraction of a second, mattress dipping with an added weight.

had it been any other person, you would've stiffened or sat up, but your body knows.

"it's just me." comes that familiar voice, deep and dark with just enough roughness to make your head spin. "sleep."

the cold is quickly replaced by something warmer- strong arms that never cease to make you feel anything less than cherished. safe.

it's never just him. zoro's presence is demanding and all consuming, so easy to drown in.

yet, you jump in time and time again.

instinctively, your arms wrap around him. his muscles relax almost immediately as your fingers dance along the warm skin, a deep sigh sliding past his lips.

your swordsman accepts each touch and praise that you bestow upon him, even if he thinks he is undeserving of them. it's rare that he seeks you out like this, cradling you with a softness that contrasts with his usual brutish and reckless self.

it's enough for you to raise your head, fighting against the thick tendrils of sleep that threaten to pull you back into unconsciousness.

brushing your nose against his cheek, you can't help but ask. "everything okay, zo'?"

he loves it. he hates it. you read him as if he's a damn book, seeing past his furrowed brows and light scoff like they're glass.

"stop your worrying, woman." is his response, the words rumbling in his chest.

it's not quite the truth, but he's confident that he can handle things himself. he sees no reason to plague you with his scars, even if he knows you'd take them without hesitation.

right now, he just needs this. needs you.

he tilts his chin upwards, resting it atop your head and ushering you to rest your face in the crook of his neck. a small smirk curls at his lips when he hears your disgruntled whine, one of his hands slipping under your shirt to ground himself by feeling your bare flesh against his own.

the sound of his heartbeat and the falling rain has your head feeling heavy. his rough palm runs slowly up and down your back, a reassuring gesture that he hopes conveys just how much he values your presence.

"hey." zoro knows you'll probably continue to worry, so he relents. already his mood is lifted, his warrior spirit sparking to life at the thought of having you by his side for the battles to come. "i'm fine now."

[wrystia]

late night editing spencer agnew x gn!reader (fluff) wc: 515

   your laptop's fans generate a low hum, its screen brightening up the editor's room. only a small lamp giving you any sort of light that'll dampen the affects of the blue light. biting your lip, you try to do one last sweep of editorial work on the end of the week video. it had already been combed through multiple times, you just couldn't let your first video as the lead editor contain any mistakes. 

  tapping your fingers against your desk, a pair of earbuds blast music into your ears, drowning out any and all distractions. 'kinda cowgirl' by stephen day echoes through your ears, lips copying the lyrics, whispering along as to not alert any of your coworkers still in the building. the only thing that brings you out of the momentum is a tap on the shoulder.

  "ah! oh holy shit- oh my god," you look over at the person, chair scooting back as your feet flail beneath you, hands pulling out your earbuds, "spencer! shoot me a text or something next time! god, you scared me half to death.. wait, why are you still here?"

  spencer looks down at you, jaw clenching as an apologetic frown forms on his face. "sorry, i was actually just heading out when i saw you, thought you could use this. didn’t think i’d scare you so bad," he holds out an iced coffee, likely filled with a shot of espresso and sweetener, straight from the smosh kitchen.

  the iced drink in his hand sweats, water droplets rolling down the side. your shoulders drop as you feel yourself growing comfortable again. seeing him there just brings a smile to your face, hand cold as you grab ahold of the coffee from him. "thank you, that means a lot to me. even if you did scare me shitless to give it to me," you look up at him, setting the cup down onto a cork coaster. 

  "yeah, that- that's my bad," spencer gives you a warm smile, only sending more shivers down your spine.

  "well, if you’re feeling remorseful… could you look over this video? you’ve been here longer and you’re just more in tune with their video formats than i am,” you reach back, pulling one of your coworker’s chairs beside you, tapping it with the palm of your hand.

  spencer, purses his lips, jokingly rolling his eyes as he sets down his work bag. sitting down beside you, he motions towards the screen. “i guess i could, but i will require one of your many snacks that you hide in your drawer,” his arm rests on the back of your chair, almost instinctively.

  your eyes widen as you look over at him, “how did you know?”

  “you always have fifty million snacks with you, figured they had to be somewhere,” a light laugh brushes past his lips, spreading to you like wildfire.

  “wow, i gotta be more cautious with my snack consumption, you can’t tell a soul spencer.”

  “don’t worry, it’ll be our secret,” spencer nods, using his free hand to grab a small bag of goldfish from you, completely enamored by your laugh. 

[solaiced]

CASE 24: NANAMI KENTO IS A MAN OF ???

!content!: body worship, cock warming, fluff, barely any smut, and you warm nanami to sleep.

wc: 515

solace:in the corner, you can see me crying over drafts.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Nanami Kento loves you. God, he loved you so much, he'd deny heaven and choose to stay by your side for eternity, because that would come to be the same thing to him.

So, there were no surprises when he came home from work, took off his clothes as he headed to your shared bedroom, because you’re his safe place. Each time, he laid on your soft and plump chest, grumbling about his colleagues. And you welcomed him.

You ran your fingers through his hair, putting away the book you'd been reading, and listened to him rant, letting him rest for the first time since he woke up.

Kento’s eyes drift up to yours, his beautitul caramel eyes softening when he looks at you, pupils dilating.

His rugged hands, right one's ring finger glinting in the light, roam your body, sliding over every curve and perfecting detail, because to him, you couldn't be impertect. You were the standard, the one person everyone should look up to you and admire you as he does.

"Hello, my love." Kento breathes, kissing your breasts adoringly.

"Hello, darling." You whisper back, nails tracing down his under cut and raking down his spine, causing him to shiver in pleasure.

"Do you mind staying like this?"

He asks, shifting to lay flat on the mattress between your spread legs.

"No, I don't, let's stay like this.” You kiss his forehead and feel the muscles on his back contract.

"Good." Kento smiles and closes his eyes and lets his hands do the seeing.

His calloused finger tips dance over the strap on your shoulders, slipping them down slowly, his hands go over your collar bone, your breasts, your navel, your stomach and your hips. You hum contendedy, also closing your eyes while locking your legs around his waist.

Your husband kisses your skin, pulling your nightgown down to suck hickeys on the side of your

breasts. His tongue lazily dances over your perky nipples, worshipping every inch of skin he could reach.

Kento sighs, happy to be in your care. He opens his eyes, looking up. "Cuddle under the blanket?" He suggests, to which you immediately nod, but add, "Take off your boxers and I'll warm you, okay?"

"Yeah," He mumbles, shifting to get his briefs off and lays under sheets as you follow, slipping out of your night gown and lying next to him.

Kento pushes his half-hard cock into you, grunting and moaning at the same time you did when he bottoms out, balls resting near your ass. You prop your self up and climb on Kento’s chest while warming his cock to sleep on his body. You both pure happily once you’re settled under the covers.

“We'll eat brunch tomorrow to make up for dinner, tonight, let's just sleep." You acquiesce while your husband wraps his comfortable arms around you and pecks your forehead.

"Okay, I love you." You respond, eyes closed as sleep overtakes, making your eyelids heavy and your limbs limp.

“Goodnight, I love you more." Kento admits. And it's true. Nanami Kento worshipped you.

[coqvttes]

carlos o. riding on his face

୨୧˚ synopsis : sitting on carlos’s face and he eats you out. >:)

୨୧˚ warnings : nsfw 16+ only, fem!reader, switch!reader, switch!carlos, oral, face-sitting, crying, petnames, lmk if i missed anything!

୨୧˚ wc : 515, requested by anon! here <3

୨୧˚ taglist : @dmitriene , @haru-zo , @pearlcigs , @bearieio !

crawling onto his lap, you push carlos down so his back plops onto the mattress. you scoot yourself up further till your slick cunt hovers above his handsome face.

“fuck, you’re so wet already?” he groans.

you don’t even give him a chance to breathe as you sit yourself down on him, grinding yourself down onto him experimentally. oh it feels so good.

you pick up the pace as you ride on his face, his palms resting on your hips helping you maintain a good rhythm. your hands slide up your abdomen to grope at your tits.

you cry out from the stimulation and carlos feels his dick harden as he admires the sight of you above him, teasing yourself. his tongue flicks up expectedly at your bud and he dips his tongue inside of you.

“mmmm yess! s-so good-“ your pathetic whines echo in the room as you grind down on carlos’s face, your slick dripping out of your cunt and down his chin, he’s fucking loving it.

his rough stubble tickled your soft inner thighs and sensitive clit, all adding to the delicious pleasure that continues to build up inside of your core.

“fuckkk baby slow down,” he lets out a broken moan as you rapidly hump his face like a bunny in heat, desperately chasing after your pleasure. he just can’t keep up with you, he tries to hold you down firm against him but you’re just so energetic.

it’s so close, you’re so close, you can almost taste it as your shaky hands rush to grasp onto his fluffy hair, tangling in his curly locks. you hold him in place, pushing him closer to your drooling cunt.

“more, mmmore! mm right there, c-carlos!” your whimpers are so cute that carlos feels his dick twitching in his briefs as he laps up at your cunt animalistically. he could honestly cum in his pants at your little noises.

rolling your hips against his face, your clit bumps against his nose repeatedly and he just can’t fathom what’s got you so worked up today.

you’re bouncing on his face rapidly like it’s his dick but he’s not most certainly not at all complaining. he’d honestly eat you out all day if he could.

he groans against your cunt and the vibrations send tingles of pleasure straight to your core and all you can do is moan delightedly.

“y-yes! yes yes yes!” you cry, hot tears rolling down your flushed cheeks as you feel your legs almost burning and you cunt flutters uncontrollably as his tongue flicks up against your puffy clit, triggering your release.

you let out a high-pitched moan as your gummy walls spasm and your juices spill out onto his tongue and he laps it all up greedily like a dog.

as you pull yourself off of him you give him a blissful grin and he flashes you that charming, pussydrunk smile that sends butterflies right to your core.

you can’t help but blush shyly as you admire your essence coated around his lips and fuck he looks so good under you, eager to please you, taste you, and love you.

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[mirrology]

THINKING... ❛ ❁. ━━ of being a unsettling ghost child.

❛ ⟡. dungeon meshi, thistle & gender neutral reader. platonic. wc: 515

❛ ⟡ ━━ I'M BACK!!1!!1 ,, dungeon meshi spoilers , mentioned golden kingdom ,, reader was apart of the golden kingdom's royal family , as unsettling reader may be, they're still a child. little bit of angst. we need more platonic dun meshi fics (⌣̀ _ ⌣́)

❝ Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk, biking on the wet chalk, spelling out their names, and I feel insane. 'Cause I know it's just a game that I'm playing with my brain. I don't see her, but I see her and I know it isn't real, but I fake it anyway. ❞ 𓂅 dead girls, penelope scott.

✃ - - - - -

Thinking of being a ghost child that haunts the dungeon. You have the face of an angel, plump cheeks and a sweet giggle. Yet those empty eyes and creepy smile say otherwise. You don't hurt the people coming down from above, you just... observe. Watching them with a wide smile, standing still in those awfully bright white clothes. Most of the adventurers quickly depart from the place they saw you at, spooked by your unsettling presence.

You find amusement in the frightened expression that crosses their faces, you don’t speak. Never move, at least that's what the adventurers think — except to follow them with your eyes, watching their every step as they creep through the winding halls. Occasionally, you might tilt your head, as if curious about the beings who dare come to such a place like the dungeon. 

Contrary to what they think, you are not a vengeful spirit, nor a dangerous entity. You are simply curious.

You do not seek to hurt or torment. Your actions are fueled by a desire to understand the world around you, the strange and varied creatures that reside in the dungeon, and the people who wander its depths. 

Of course you weren’t always like this, you remember a time where you were a “normal” child with a family, living happily in one of the most renowned kingdoms. You remember bright purple eyes, silver hair and soft hands holding your own, hair ruffles by large hands and… the downfall of a kingdom. Those memories are fuzzy but get clearer the deeper you go into the dungeon. 

Once, you ran into an elf with the same purple eyes as the person in your memories, his were just… colder and he looked tired. He looked stunned when he saw you, his eyes got misty and he got this sad look on his face. “(name)?” he uttered your name with a trembling voice. You tilted your head in confusion, how did he know your name? He reached over to embrace you, for some reason he didn’t go through you. Warm hands cradled the back of your head as you were held in a hug, pressed into his shoulder. You quickly pieced together that this was someone you used to know. 

Faintly you could hear a “I found you” as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the comforting feeling that was entirely him. As much as you wanted to remember his name, you couldn’t recall it. That made your lower lip tremble, seeing him tired, hearing his solemn voice and how tightly he held you didn't make it better. Suddenly you let out a sob as you apologized for not recognizing him nor remembering his name and burying your face into his shoulder.

He let out a surprised noise then reached over to wipe away the small tears that gathered by your eyes, “No need for tears, you’re here now and that's all that matters” he smiled and lightly tousled your hair. “As for my name? It’s Thistle”

You blinked at him and sniffled, “I like it…” you grinned.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

please write lirerally anything for sitting on daryls lap facing him omg i would die

wife!plus size reader, wc: 515.

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | a/n: i decided to combine my idea of daryl messing up cutting his hair and this and it honestly turned out so cute!! like i was giggling and twirling my hair writing this 😭

With your lips rolled between your teeth to hide a cheek splitting smile, you perched yourself comfortably onto Daryl’s lap, hair cutting scissors in hand as you assessed the damage he had done to himself.

Admittedly, you had put cutting Daryl’s hair on the back burner seeing as though your group was working to make Commonwealth your home once more.

You knew its length was starting to bug your husband, catching the older man often tucking it behind his ears, blowing it out of his face, or into a man-bun; you shamelessly enjoyed those days the most.

You knew he was much too good of man to bug you about it when you’d walk through the threshold of your home looking like you were about to pass out as soon as your body touched the softness of your bed. You just hadn’t expected him to take matters into his own hands. Maybe you should have.

“God, D. What did you do?” You said with a snort, taking pieces of his now mix-matched length hair in between the pads of your fingers. You twirled them gently, a fond look in your eye. Daryl’s eyes were cast down in embarrassment due to your teasing.

“Dunno… thought I could do it m’self.” He mumbled stubbornly. You laughed again, finally allowing your smile to break free. “I’m sure you did hun.”

He just grunted in response.

“Welp,” You began with a sigh. “Let’s get to work.”

With every chunk of his hair that fell to the floor also took a part of your soul with it. Daryl and you had been together for what seemed like forever now, especially with everything that you had gone through together all the way from the farm until now.

You have seen him throughout many stages of growth, so cutting off a piece of him that you watched change feels like you’re losing a part of the past, but also welcoming a new future.

You felt yourself smile once more the shorter his hair got until you had gotten it perfectly styled.

“Oh God.” You couldn’t help but exclaim with a scrunched nose.

“Wha’?” He asked nervously. He had felt his head get lighter, and everytime it did he felt himself get a tad bit sicker. “This is gonna make me feel young again.” Was all you could say.

By that you mean he looks exactly like he did back when you had first met at the Quarry; when he was young and spunky and mean.

“Stop teasin’ me, woman.” He groaned with a small smile of his own.

“I’m being serious, stud.” You flirted. He snorted, saying, “I wanna see what it looks like.”

You got off of him, stretching as he padded over to the closest mirror.

He was quiet for a moment and you made sure to watch his face for any kind of negative reaction, but all he did was just pull at his new hairdo with curious hands.

“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask. It took him a moment to respond.

“Yeah, I like it.”

[elliezlils11utt]

jinx x f reader!

summary: jinx teaches you how to make bombs !!

content: sfw!Jinx being insane ! Fluff fluff fluff !! reader calms jinx down when she sees Milo, bomb descriptions.

wc: 515.

a/n: I’ve never written for jinx or anyone in the arcane fandom so if this is shit I’ll take it down! probably won’t get any attraction bc im genuinely insane and love jinx. if u like this PLEASE send me arcane asks for vi and jinx😓

music reverbed off the wall of the hollow room the two of you occupied. the silly girl in front of you dancing to the beat lazily. a goofy smile spread across her face. you watch her work away at the new toy she was creating. her goggles looked so cute of her head as she shook her butt to the tune of the song blaring in the background. you giggle, watching your girlfriend in her element was so fun. she looked so focused as sparks fly in front of her.

‘whatca doin baby?’

you ask, wrapping your arms around jinx. you kiss her cheek.she flips up her goggles and spins to look at you, her eyes explore your face. rapid eye movements to catch every aspect of your features.

‘workin on a new toy.’ she deadpans her expression flipping back to her work desk. she flings the bomb into her hands, holding it by the smallest part of the machine. she shoves it into your face. her teeth capturing her bottom lip into a grin.

“here, look.”

she grabs your arm and pulls you down to her level. you crouch down next to her. she rips her goggles off her face and gently places them onto yours. she kisses the goggle lense.

‘alright cutie, blue to red.’ she says quickly, pointing at two wires.

‘Hm?’

‘put the red wire to the blue one dumbass’ she laughs sarcastically, throwing her head back.

you do as she says connecting the two wires. jinx stands up and grabs you from behind, sitting you down in her chair. her body leans over yours, she takes your hands in her own and works with the trinket. guiding your hands where to go. she hums to the tune of the music.

‘anndddd, volia !! she’s done’ she holds up the toy handing it to you with a proud smile. her face looses all expression for a second.

‘no she’s not, shut up!’ she shouts out to no one. her gun jumps into her hand and points it to the corner of the room.

‘Milo again? it’s okay baby.’

you calm her down. you always feel bad when she gets upset. The figment of her past tormenting her. the death of her sibling haunting her, following her.

her mood changes again, in an instant. she giggles, grabbing the bomb the two of you had just created. she looks at you, a mischievous look plastered onto her face. she sticks her tongue out slightly before throwing the weapon into the void beneath the two of you. quickly you jump up at the loud noise of the explosion under your feet. your girlfriend giggles, grabbing your hands she pulls you to your feet.

the bomb created a tint of pink light over the room. pink powder flying all over the place. she spins you around giggling. you watch her in awe, your insane girlfriend is so perfect to you. her craziness making her unique and fun to be around. you smile and join her. dancing around the room in the haze of the bomb

A/n: If this flops I’ll know not to post arcane again🤗

[ynsvnte]

Summer-Fresh — Park Jongseong

Genre: fluff, drabble, est. relationship.

wc: 515

warnings: pet names, kisses, teasing

pairing: bf!jay x fem!reader

Synopsis: this is how you spend your summer vacation with your boyfriend. Very fresh..very relaxing.. also very fun.

Masterlist

The sound squeals as you’re being pushed towards the huge body of water. You try to resist, even begging. Too late. You get soaked as you’re pushed in the ocean. You decided to take a summer vacation with your boyfriend. Jay. Having to want to spend quality time together. Just the two of you. On this nice beach.. you didn’t expect to get in the water. Despite you wearing the proper attire.

“What the hell!” You shout. You frown your brows. Jay's laughter prevents you from being mad at him. You just can’t. You giggle shortly after before splashing water trying to get him wet. “Hey, now!” He sticks his hands out and backs up. You make your way out of the water running towards him, right behind him. “You can just run away!” You yell, chasing him, your boys getting cold as you fasten your pace trying to catch up.

You slowly started getting tired. There’s no way you could keep up. Having completely stopped . You stand there breathing hard. Hands on your knees. You watch him run away further. You take a moment staying there before turning around and walking back to your area.

You didn’t notice somehow. But on your way back you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist fitting perfectly. “And where do you think you're going?” The voice whispers in your ear. Shivers spreading down your back. “I was just going back to our area.. where our stuff are—“ being cut off by a kiss being planted on your cheek before he runs past you.

You shake your head and continue walking. Once you make it back you take a sip of your drink. Replenishing your energy. You can feel his eyes on you, you turn your eyes towards him and make eye contact. He smirks at you, eyes not looking away from yours. You start walking to him and grab the towel nearby. Trying to dry off yourself.

“Need something?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. “No..” he says, eyeing you. You knew he had something to say. You stare ahead, “Your eyes don’t seem to say quite the same..” you hear him laugh at your statement. You swiftly turn your head, glaring.. “What? Can’t I just stare at the love of my life?” Jay says, If he only knew the effect he had on you. Your eyes widened a bit. “What! No” you say, shaking your head, denying. Jay coughs, “how about a date later..?” You could barely hear him. “Repeat what you said..” He mumbled over his words once more. “Babe if you’re going to speak, speak more clearly so I can hear you”

“How about a date later..” much better. “Huh? I can’t hear you” you tease.

“I SAID HOW ABOUT A DATE LATER?!?” He raises his voice loudly enough to make you giggle. “Ok ok I’m sorry..” you say as soon as you open your eyes.

Jay had a slight pout on his face.. not looking at you. You lean in and kiss his cheek. “Of course my love. ”

Author’s note: I RUSHED THIS A BIT thanks to my wifey eires for giving me the member bc I was lost so thank @sincerelyrki 🫡 also I love this theme? IM NOT SURE ABOUT THW WRITING OK ITS 3 am but I ain’t going to bed soo 🤷🏻‍♀️ MORE CASE OH VIDEOS

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[withlove-xixi]

Ty for writing Kayn in 2025 u r a godsend fr 🙏 if it isn’t too much, maybe a little excerpt on bottom kayn, maybe edging him and perhaps pulling on his nice long hair 😌 there is not nearly enough bottom kayn and even less of using his pretty hair like a leash tbh

— WALK HIM LIKE A DOG!: heartsteel!kayn x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, puppy play (ehh not really), hair pulling, edging, sub!kayn ᥫ wc: 515 ★ oh ... i ... i like about to post this and im rereading ur request and i ... i wrote for heartsteel kayn .... IM SORRY ANON I . MISUNDERSTOOD USING HIS HAIR LIKE A LEASH FOR JUST . THE COLLAR THING HE HAS IN HEARTSTEEL ... i hope u enjoy it anyway TT ! and i .. i will try to write for base kayn ... someone needs to put this man in his place anyway cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— SOMEONE’S ALL BARK AND NO BITE.

[♡]: kayn could tell he was in trouble… he saw it in that all-too familiar glint in your eye as you stared at him, eerily calm, from across the room amidst the chaos of the party. he stares back, green eye watching your movements with his typical defiance; a challenge, “what are you going to do about it?”

KAYN IS A MAN OF INSTINCT, IMPULSE AND PRIDE, a deadly combination of bad and worse that’s led his ass in… less than favorable situations.

“C-come on already!” A pathetic plea. An even more pathetic whimper after.

His body shudders, trembling as electric sparks shoot down his spine, bliss that fills every crevice of his body from the tip of his scalp down to his toes. He sighs, half-choked out as spit pools in his mouth, threatening to dribble from the corners of it, eyes shut tightly as he clenches his jaw, somehow but unsurprisingly unrelenting still despite the position he’s in.

There’s another whimper, even louder than the last as you tug on his hair, pressing his bare back against your chest, holding his close as your thumb brushes over the tip of his cock. Kayn hisses, trembling once more as he throws his head back in a moan.

“That how you beg, Kayn?” Your voice is low, breathed directly into the shell of his ear in a monotone whisper.

He exhales deeply, whatever half-witted quip melting away in his brain when you stroke his dick, a slow, precise motion that has him bucking his hips desperately into your hand. You hum, sounding almost unamused, but that crinkle below your eyes say different. Kayn wouldn’t notice anything, not that he even could with how clouded his mind is, emptied almost completely, saved for what little focus he can spare on the sweet, sweet way you touch him, the way your hot breath fans against the indents of your teeth on his neck, the prickling pain on his scalp from each strand of hair as you pull. He’s so close to having pretty tears prick the corners of his eyes, whimpering needily and hungrily, something instinctive.

“Do you want to try again, puppy?” You ask, lips against his neck and shoulders, tracing the purple stained bite marks you had left.

He whines, softly because that’s all his pride allows him. “Pl… please…” Kayn whispers softly, breath ragged as his hips steadily and shallowly thrust into your hand, something impulsive. “Let… just let me cum already… Please…”

You hum again, sliding your hand down to the base of his cock, gripping it tightly. Kayn groans, hunched forward, breathing deeply. You feel his spit drip on your hand as he pants loudly, pausing every now and then to swallow or choke out a gasp. When he stills enough, you pump his cock again, stroking it with the same tantalizing pace, held just tight enough for his liking.

“One more time, Kayn. Come on, be good now. You’re so close, right? Beg just one more time.”

He hisses, thighs twitching in anticipation and need. “Just let me cum already!” He snaps, feeling his face burn with embarrassment. Ah, something prideful.

Kayn yelps as you yank his head back, enough that he’s somewhat able to meet your eyes from his peripheral. You click your tongue, tutting condescendingly, Kayn swallows. Instinct, impulse and pride, a deadly combination for a man like Kayn, who you’ve got wrapped under your little finger.

[bradleysass]

Sun - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 515 - Starchaser

James Potter is the sun.

It’s something everyone knows. It’s something that needs no confirmation, no discussion. He is bright, untouchable in his radiance, golden in a way that draws people in without them even realizing they’ve moved closer. It’s easy to think there is no darkness in him. That he is all warmth and glow and effervescence. But Regulus knows better.

James Potter is a nuclear sun, and the world has never realized how close he stands to collapse.

Regulus sees it. He sees it in the way James’ laughter stretches just a second too long when he’s surrounded by his friends, as though he’s holding onto the moment with both hands. He sees it in the way James will talk to anyone and everyone, making sure no one feels lonely, but never lets himself stop moving, as if afraid of what will happen if he does. He sees it in the way James wears his own exhaustion like a crown, a martyr to the expectations of the world, a firework threatening to explode.

Regulus sees it because he knows what it means to be burning out.

He doesn’t remember the exact moment he became obsessed with James Potter. Maybe it was the first time he saw the intensity behind his golden-boy persona, the sharp edges hidden beneath all that warmth. Maybe it was the realization that James wasn’t just light—he was consuming, devouring, self-sacrificing in a way that no one ever seemed to acknowledge. Maybe it was the night he found James alone in the Astronomy Tower, hands trembling, looking at the stars as if begging them to tell him something he didn’t already know.

James doesn’t let anyone see the cracks.

But Regulus has always had an eye for weaknesses, and for James, it isn’t weakness at all. It’s a slow implosion. A sun that has given too much of itself away.

So Regulus stays. He lingers in James’ orbit, steady where James is volatile, cold where James burns. He doesn’t soothe, doesn’t coddle—James would hate that. Instead, he exists. A quiet presence when James is about to burn too hot. A force to pull him back when he’s close to shattering. An anchor, even when James doesn’t know he needs one.

Sirius watches them with something like suspicion and something like relief, as if he can’t decide whether he approves or not. But he doesn’t say anything. Not when James seeks Regulus out in a crowd, as if drawn by gravity. Not when Regulus places a hand on James’ back in quiet reassurance when no one else notices the way his breath hitches. Not when James leans into him like a plant aching for the sun, despite the fact that Regulus has never been the light in any room.

Sirius doesn’t say anything, but Remus does. He corners Regulus one evening in the library, studying him with that quiet, calculating stare of his before saying, "Don’t let him burn out."

As if Regulus could let him.

James Potter is the sun.

But Regulus Black has never feared the fire.

@accio-sriracha @rosiesangel

[touyaism]

please — touya todoroki

summary: dabi begs you to let him touch you

wc: 515

If there was one thing you knew about Dabi, it was that he got what he wanted. No matter what it was, he’d find a fucking way.

So, when you began rejecting his sexual advances, he really didn’t know how to behave.

“Not today,” you told him, despite him clinging to you like a baby, touching you everywhere, desperate to just take your clothes off.

“C’mon,” he groaned, dragging out his words, “can’t you just let me touch you?”

“I’m tired,” you said. Straight to the point and the truth, despite the fact that you did want him. If only you had the energy for it.

“Doesn’t matter,” he buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and drowning himself in it. “Just let me do all the work.”

“Dabi…” you groaned, rolling over in an attempt to get him off you, but it was no use, not when he was so much bigger than you. “I just wanna sleep.”

You could feel his cock pressing against you, piercings and all. He wore nothing but his boxers, the loose fabric falling off his body with any movement. Already rock hard, he pressed it harder into your bare thigh as if to make a point.

“Sleep, then,” he protested. “I don’t care.”

“What?”

“You can sleep, just let me fucking touch you.”

“Dabi-“

“Please .”

The word caught you off guard. It wasn’t something you’d ever heard from Dabi’s mouth - let alone in such a gentle tone. You opened your eyes to look at him, only to find him glaring at you like you were his next meal, sucking in and biting his bottom lip, his eyes fixated only on your body.

Your hesitation made you pause, and Dabi used it as an opportunity to sneak his hand under your shirt. You didn’t stop him. His hand teased further, gently rising upward and grabbing your tit. He squeezed gently, thumb dragging over the nipple and toying with it. You whimpered, squirming beneath him and trying to push him away. There was no way you call fall asleep when it felt that fucking good.

“Dabiii,” you groaned again, he moaned back mockingly, teasing you for the way you dragged his name.

“Can’t help it,” he muttered, lifting your shirt up all the way and pressing his face in the space between your tits. “You’re so fuckin’ soft,” he moved his head and aligned his mouth to your nipple, taking it in his mouth and sucking. He released with a pop, swirling the hard bud around with his tongue. You couldn’t help but arch your back into the movement, relishing in the way his hot breath on your sensitive skin teased you even more.

“Dabi,” you whimpered, unsure of whether you wanted him to stop or not.

“Please, don’t make me stop,” another lick, “your tits are too fuckin’ perfect.”

You couldn’t deny him. Instead, you ran your fingers through his hair and pressed him closer, closing your eyes and drowning in the soft feeling of his hands all over your chest.

[supernovafics]

you and boyfriend!steve are (the worst) babysitters

wc: 515

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"c’mere, c’mere, c’mere.” steve’s voice surprised you. 

and when his hand grabbed yours and began dragging you away from where you were standing by a random game, that was also a surprise to you. 

you laughed a bit as he led you out the door of the arcade. it was an arcade that was two towns over that the kids convinced you and steve to take them to because it just opened and it apparently had much better games than the one in town. 

you laughed a bit as steve led you toward his car. “you know we’re supposed to be watching them, right?”

“they’re fine. playing games and using all of our money,” steve told you. your back was pressed against the side of his car as he leaned in close to you. “just wanna kiss you a bit.”

you couldn’t help but smile at his pouty face. “you’re adorable.” 

before he could say anything in response, you wrapped your arms around his neck and closed the small hint of distance between you both, slotting your lips against his. 

steve didn’t waste a second to deepen the kiss and you inwardly smiled at his eagerness. he pulled you impossibly closer to him and let one of his hands start to travel underneath the shirt you were wearing. you were glad that it was dark and steve parked on the far end of the parking lot, so no one could see what you two were doing right then. 

“steve!” it was dustin’s voice that made you pull away from the kiss and nudge steve away a bit. everyone knew that you two were together, and had been for so many months at this point, but you still didn’t want any of the kids to see you and steve in any sort of compromising positions.

you readjusted your shirt as dustin walked over to the car. 

“oh nice, there you both are. i don’t even wanna know what you two were just doing,” he said. “anyway, can we get ten more dollars? there’s this game that we’re getting really close to beating and max thinks she’ll be able to do it, but we ran out of coins.”

steve almost began protesting because, between the two of you, a lot of money had been given to the kids over the past two hours. but, you still pulled a twenty dollar bill out of your back pocket and handed it to the boy. “here. but i do want my change back.”

“also, we’re still leaving in an hour,” steve added. 

“got it, mom and dad,” dustin said as he walked away, the teasing tone in his voice very evident. 

steve looked at you, hands finding your waist again as he leaned in to kiss you again. 

you pulled away after only a brief moment. “how about we go back inside and actually be good babysitters? also, so i can get my change and we use the rest of it so i can demolish you in skee-ball.”

steve smiled at that and pressed a quick kiss against your forehead. “it’s cute that you think you’d beat me.”

[ywnzn]

boy next door ᡣ𐭩 so dramatic

ᡣ𐭩 song eunseok x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis. in which yn keeps texting a random number life updates, that turns out to be the boy next door.

ᡣ𐭩 warnings. lower case intended, not proofread, kissing ? lolol, wonbin being a ynseok anti, ignore any typos pls.

ᡣ𐭩 wc. 515

“dude, just finish your job, you’ll go home and see her.” wonbin groaned, rubbing his temple in frustration at his friend’s lack of productivity.

“you don’t get it, i don’t even have any motivation.” eunseok rolled his eyes, fingers tapping on the back of his phone anxiously.

he hasn’t seen his girlfriend since the night before, of course he was feeling that way.

wonbin grimaced, but before he could reply back, sungchan entered the studio. “and why are you late?” wonbin turned to the taller guy, who said he’s going to get coffee 40 minutes ago but only came back now.

“i had a situation…” he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “and what is it- oh right, i forgot i asked you to…”

eunseok’s ears picked on the way wonbin’s voice got quiet, however, he didn’t get the chance to turn around before he felt two small hands cover his eyes. he smiled and a small chuckle left his lips.

“guess who?” the familiar voice paired with the equally familiar scent were enough to widen his grin.

“my baby, of course,” eunseok giggled, his hands moving to hold yn’s and uncover his eyes, he turned his head to look at her with a smile still plastered on his lips.

“hi,” yn giggled shyly, cheeks slightly reddened. “hey, cutie.” eunseok giggled back, standing up and facing her so their position won’t be straining anymore.

“keep it down with the pda, or you’ll see my lunch.” wonbin groaned again, putting his headphones on before he could hear or see anything else.

“so dramatic.” eunseok shook his head at the boy before he turned back to his girlfriend who was busy giggling at the sight of wonbin complaining.

“hey, don’t look at him.” he pouted and cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him.

she giggled again and leaned up to press her lips against his pout in a quick move, pecking it before she pulled back again, watching as his cheeks got pink.

“goddamn, what did i say about pda? i’m telling seunghan.” wonbin groaned, standing up and taking his laptop with him. glaring at the couple as he stepped out the studio, pulling sungchan, who was silently lounging on the couch, out with him.

“now we’re alone.” eunseok smirked, leaning in till their noses almost touched. “don’t get too excited, seoki, i need to go back soon.” yn pouted, nuzzling her nose gently against his.

eunseok hummed, his hands resting on her waist and pulling her closer towards him before he tilted his head and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

yn kissed back almost immediately, fingers slipping through his hair; which made eunseok giggle softly against her lips.

he always felt ticklish whenever she played with his hair or brushed her fingers through it. soon after both had to pull away for air, eunseok let himself rest his forehead against yn’s, eyes closed and lips spread in a smile.

a few seconds of comfortable silence passed before she heard him mumble against her lips;

“i love you, hong yn”

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