#( wc: 603 )

[bejaeyoung]

NGS2P2 — struggling to shut up

it's time for the interview. honestly, jay has half a mind to keep yapping and yapping until he talks the interviewer's ear off. it feels like a good form of revenge, almost. but he should probably answer the questions properly, at the very least. that doesn't mean he won't keep speaking though, his brain still runs several miles per hour and he doesn't have the ability to halt it at this time. or ever, really.

he can only hope the interviewer knows what they're up against ( or not, because that would make good tv too ).

you didn't seem very happy with your current placement. is there a reason why?

jay scoffs—what a ridiculous question. what is he supposed to say to that? obviously? no shit, captain obvious? it's like they're trying to get jay heated. "yeah, i'm not. but that's not surprising, is it? it's not a very good ranking, all things considered. i would hope i did better, but i guess i didn't. whatever, bygones are bygones. all i can do now is make sure i do better." he lets out a laugh, pointed and sharp. "and what do you know? that's the title of the song we performed."

do you think you did better with this performance then?

"i'd like to think i did, but who knows? i'm not the judge." he doesn't even mean to sound cruel or accusatory, it's just how he speaks. even the camera pointing at him isn't enough to deter him from talking without a filter. but hey, at least he isn't cursing. a win is a win. "i put my all into it, that's what i can say. i danced, i sang, i rapped. it's not easy, anyone here can tell you. but i wanted to make sure people hear; that i'm not just yelling."

how was preparation for the performance?

jay wants to ask a question of his own: what's the point in asking that? realistically, he's aware that these are standard questions to ask those who are contestants in an idol survival show, but he believes they're unnecessary. most of them would have the same answer. won't people get bored? or do they just cut out the boring answers? "kinda funny. saw someone fell though, that wasn't very funny." he actually makes an effort to not sound sarcastic, for once. "it was hard, days and nights go by in a blur. suddenly it's already midnight and i'm still working on the moves. it'll be worth it in the long run, though."

how does it compare to your performance during your audition?

"you mean my proper performance, or the one where i was balancing things on my fingers? i swear, people will only remember me for that now." jay decides to answer the comparison with the former option. "it's not exactly my type of song, but i won't whine about stepping out of my comfort zone. it was fun, i had a blast. is it that surprising if i preferred to perform with a song of my own choice though? i think the other contestants would agree."

what did you find challenging during training?

"a bunch of things." jay doesn't know how to reply, so he just chooses to be annoyingly vague. "it's a pretty short time to practice, not that it's a bad thing. the time constraint makes it feel all the more real. if you're really in it for the right reasons, you'd stay behind and work till your can feel your bones ache." and that's a sentiment he kept throughout the late nights he stayed behind.

[besiwoo]

siwoo's interview - next gen

there isn't really any other way to put it but... odd. it's not that siwoo is particularly awkward in front of the cameras, it's the fact that he's in front of the cameras for an idol survival show of all things that makes it... well, odd.

he's done his performance, and whether he's done a good job or not is clearly out of his hands now. he rubs the back of his neck, body feeling strained from dancing more than he usually would. body feeling like shit actually. but he knows better than to be caught saying that out loud.

right. the interviews.

YOU WERE INTRODUCED AS SOMEONE WHO COMES FROM MONEY AND LUXURY BRANDS. WHAT DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT?

siwoo smiles. how is he supposed to react to that? thank you? fuck you? what would’ve been the correct thing to do? “i’m…” he begins, “thankful for the interest. i’m really interested in fashion and i like to dress up a little. so i guess they aren’t completely wrong,” he says. is there more to say? yes i’m filthy rich? yes my parents make a lot of money? but no, i hardly talk to them? that wouldn’t bode well with the audience right? the audience that’ll probably have to inevitably vote for him or something like that. 

“i’m a lot more than just that though. i hope it shines through on the show.”

HOW WAS THE PREPARATION FOR 'DO BETTER'?

siwoo nods his head. "it was... interesting," he says after a moment. "i've never spent so much time honing on so many skills. i'm not a particularly good singer either, so it was scary."

WHAT WAS THE GREATEST CHALLENGE DURING THIS MISSION?

every part of it? would that have been a good answer? but in all honesty the greatest challenge would've had to be ... well being in the show. but siwoo doesn't say that, instead he makes it to look as if he's thinking for a moment.

“performing in general. it’s not that i felt… out of place in front of people, just that i’ve never done it at such a large scale? with so much at stake? i guess that would be the best way to put it,” he pauses for a moment. “it makes me a little afraid, how greedy i might feel for the stage if this keeps up,” he laughs a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

WHO HELPED YOU THE MOST?

“the coaches of course. they gave me constructive feedback, and i’m thankful for that. it’s tough when you’re looking at yourself in the mirror, and not know why you look like a tired donkey. their feedback helped pinpoint where i needed to improve on myself,” it’s genuine. all of siwoo’s life, he’s never actually had feedback regarding his performance. though to be fair, siwoo has never actually been a performer sans a few piano recitals here and there. 

“nayoung too. she gave me constructive criticism. some people say she’s a little harsh, but personally i prefer that over someone who wastes time sugar coating things.”

HOW DO YOU THINK YOUR PERFORMANCE WENT?

"honestly? it's a little hard to tell," he admits. but fuck, short answers won't cut it here. "i tried my best, and usually i'd say yeah your best is good enough, but is it? i'm lacking in a lot of ways. i'm behind a lot of the other contestants skill wise – i've never actually went for any formal classes, or dedicated a part of my life to the art form itself. maybe i was hit by reality for a bit."

[ma1dita]

Congratulations on 23! not a book reader but I remember reading somewhere that there's a rule that boys and girls who aren't related ofc be alone in the cabins together. Imagine this rule got implemented bc of Luke and posideon! reader

MDNI

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x poseidon!reader

not sure if this was supposed to be a smut request but guys look what you've done to me this is all yalls fault

a/n: smut... a bit of godly desecration & blasphemy?...is this dark!luke? luke said fuck the gods literally...no dialogue...wrap before you tap bc they dont (luke castellan x poseidon!reader)

wc: 603

It had been raining at Camp Half-Blood for a whole month.

No amount of prayers from Cabin 7 nor Mr. D's control over the atmosphere of his camp could change this—and everyone was doing their hardest to figure out why.

You and Luke however, were having the time of your lives— with camp activities canceled due to the downpour, it gave you more time to bundle up under the covers and within each other's arms. It wasn't a secret per say, just something so natural between the both of you. Like crashing tides, he'd fall into your embrace over and over for as long as the gods would allow. But sometimes, he liked spiting them for the fun of it.

Your cabin was empty all the time anyway, no pesky siblings or unclaimed campers peering over the bunks and invading your personal space, because this is what this was between the both of you---personal and intimate. No one's business but your own.

In Cabin 3, you were his alone. And as much as he is Camp Half-Blood’s all-star camper, he thinks the gods owe him this much. He’s allowed to be selfish when it comes to you.

Luke could relish in the sound of your moans echoing off the marble walls, waves of pleasure extracted from you as he thrusts into your pussy, soaked and pulling him in deep. He marks you where only he can see, handprints on your hips, hickeys between your tits and thighs, and he licks your cheek like a fucking dog, just because he can.

His alone.

His cock pistons harder as he holds onto the plush of your tummy, hands grappling onto every expanse of skin he could touch—his, his, his, from the hair he's pulling on your head to the tips of your curled toes. The harder you shake underneath him, the wider he grins, reducing a daughter of the Big Three to nothing but a fucked out puddle of tears. 

Luke encourages you to be louder—deep down, he likes the idea of desecrating you in a place of honor. The Big Three were too pretentious to be parents, forbidden children given temples instead of homes to sleep in. It’s not his fault this place has too many platforms to christen. He supposes you both should try your father’s altar next.

Your eyes glaze over before you cum, and each time it reminds him of sparkling seafoam kissing the coast of the beach back home. It's his cue to throw your legs over his shoulders, diving into your mouth like you'd breathe oxygen into his lungs as he loses control and moans until your heart, like the rest of you feels full of him. He swirls your pretty pearl between his fingers, coaxing your orgasm out of you as naturally as he calls your name. 

Under the tears and drool, Luke agrees you’re your father’s daughter, soft and sopping wet, drenched in his domain. Anchoring himself between your hips, you let out a scream of Luke's name and he kisses you delicately as you both release—everything from your collarbones to your breasts to the skin behind your knee, he kisses all of it. 

His.

Luke could argue that the cum dripping out of your womb is his too, despite how eagerly he gives it to you each time. You didn’t even have to beg him this time.

It's what he loves about Cabin 3—it's his as much as it's yours, no clothes necessary. Until Mr. D comes barging in drenched to nine hells and floodwaters rising behind him with a personal threat from your father.

[gallaghersgal]

don't be shy || carmen berzatto x reader

pairing: carmy x fem!reader

summary: testing the waters and trying new things with carmy <33

warnings: NSFW 18+, smut, no penetration (yet...), praise and dirty talk from carmen, inexperienced reader

a/n: justttt a little something i'm working on. currently a blurb, but she will be expanded into a full fic at some point. i'm just so busy, i wanted to get something out before i start up with school and work again!

wc: 603

the first thing you notice is that he’s thick. you’re not sure he’ll fit, mind dizzied with the thought of him inside you. “can i… can i touch?” you ask quietly, cheeks flooding with heat. “wanna touch, please?” it comes out a breathless whisper, one that does things to carmen.

“fuck. y-yeah, baby, go ahead.” he settles his body against the headboard, one arm hooking around your waist to settle you closer. you kneel beside him and reach out a tentative hand. one finger traces up the underside of his cock and you notice how warm he is, velvet skin soft under your touch. you hear carmen suck in a gasp through his teeth and quickly pull your hand back, worried you’ve done something wrong. you tilt your head, observing the way his eyes go wide at the loss of contact. “n-no, baby, tha’s good,” he stammers, one hand reaching out to cup your cheek.

you find your lips pulling into a shy smile while your chest swells with pride at his words. “really?” you ask, and giggle when another callused palm lands on your face, holding you between his hands and bringing you in for a kiss.

“go on, baby. y’don’t gotta be shy, m’kay?”

with his words of encouragement you lean back on your heels, reaching down to take his length in your hand once more. your fingers barely wrap around all the way, you swallow thickly at the thought. you let your thumb trace over the sensitive head, collecting the arousal that pools there and relishing in the groan that tumbles from his lips.

“f-fuuuck, jus’ like that,” carmen praises, voice rough and eyes watching you with a dark gaze. he ducks his head to muffle a moan while you build up a rhythm, mouthing at your neck. the pain of his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin is a welcome one, his tongue soothing the sting moments later. you shudder at the thought of the mark that will soon be blossoming in his wake. proof of his devotion, claiming you as his. you squeeze him slightly, twisting your wrist in smooth strokes and his cock throbs in your hand. 

The feeling has a whine spilling from deep in your throat. the rush is dizzying, eyes focused on the way he throws his head back, tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “fuck,” you whisper, getting lost in it–the rhythm, the heat, the feeling–as one hand tilts your chin up to meet his gaze.

“you gettin’ off on this?” he asks, and your cheeks heat with embarrassment at the fact he noticed. noticed how your thighs squeezed together with every slow pull at him, noticed how you squirmed until one heel rested right against the soft cotton of your shorts. you shouldn’t feel so bashful with him, you know you shouldn’t, but everything is so new, you can’t help it. you nod, trying to duck your head to no avail as his grip on your jaw tightens. “good. good girl, gotta make sure you're nice an’ ready f’me.”

carmen lands a peck on your lips, his hand leaving your face in favor of covering your own, leading you on in easy strokes. he guides you into a more steady rhythm, quick strokes that have him smirking, kissing at your cheek and murmuring, “atta girl. s’good, fuck, doin’ so good f’me.”

you whimper, babbling as you rest your head against his shoulder. “carmy carmy carmy, need you, please,” you beg.

and how could carmen ever say no?

to be continued...

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

Marcus talks you through it… when he’s feeling nice otherwise the man is just a mumbling moaning mess who will not hesitate to take you however he wants

⤷ Credits: Pinterest

Marcus Acacius x F!reader | WC : 603 | Proof read : NO | Navigation | Notifications | asks : OPEN |

Summary: PWP

Warnings: SMUT, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise and degradation

A/n: working on writing shorter stuff so enjoy hope this is good and YES he is the type to tease especially is you say your close ohhh

His rugged breathing filled the room as he pounded into you from behind. The only sounds were your muffled moans and the raw slap of skin on skin. Marcus thrust into you with a relentless, harsh rhythm, his grip bruising your hips as one hand pressed your head firmly into the mattress below you. Each thrust sent him deeper inside you, transforming you into a rag doll for him to fuck as he pleased.

"God, you feel so good," he muttered through clenched teeth. His rough hands tightened in your hair, yanking your head back, arching your spine until your back pressed against his chest. He continued to pound into you, his grunts vibrating in your ear. The sensation of his teeth biting down on the soft flesh of your neck sent a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure through you, causing you to cry out, "Marcus!"

"Yeah, scream my name," he growled, his voice dark and demanding. "Let everyone know who's fucking you like this."

You were getting close, and he knew it. "Move, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my dick, show me how you like it," he commanded, his voice raw with desire. Both of you were panting, your cunt clenching around him as you sank down fully onto his cock. His warm, rough hands rested possessively on your waist, guiding you.

"Y-Yes... Yes sir, please... I promise I'll be good for you... So good," you whimpered, throwing your head back in ecstasy. You desperately tried to squeeze your legs shut as your orgasm tore through you, your hips canting forward to press your clit even closer to the toy despite your sensitivity. The overwhelming sensation made your body spasm, your thighs quivering with need.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Marcus groaned, his grip tightening on your waist. "Keep going, baby. Show me how much you want it."

Your breath hitched, your mind hazy with pleasure. "Marcus... I'm so close," you gasped, your voice trembling.

"Come on, then," he urged, his voice a rough whisper. "Come for me. Show me how much you need this."

"F-Fu-Oh my g-" you cried out, barely coherent as your orgasm ripped through you. Your body convulsed, your cunt tightening around his cock like a vice.

"That's it," Marcus growled. "Gonna come in this cunt, fill you up." His cock swelled inside you, tensing as his seed spilled out, filling you completely. He came with a guttural "oh fuck," driving into you with one final, brutal stroke.

For a moment, you lay still, the only sound your ragged breathing harmonizing with his. Marcus's massive hand trailed delicately along your arm, his touch suddenly gentle, almost reverent. You shivered under his caress, feeling the contrast between his earlier brutality and this tender aftermath.

"You're perfect," he murmured against your ear, his breath warm and heavy. "So fucking perfect." His lips trailed soft kisses along your shoulder, a stark contrast to the rough way he had just taken you.

You sighed, your body melting into his touch. "Marcus," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

He turned you around gently, pulling you into his arms. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked into your eyes.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, it was perfect," you reassured him, nuzzling into his chest.

"Good," he said, his voice softening. "I want you to feel good. Always."

With that, he held you close, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your back as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

[bluejeanstrash]

tags: boyfriend! seungcheol x reader, pure comfort fluff, crying, mentions of prolonged spells of sadness, reader is going through a hard time and seungcheol provides comfort, that’s about it | wc: 603

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‘seungcheoooool’ you whine, staggering your steps while walking up to your boyfriend. his arms immediately open wide, waiting to receive you with a big hug.

‘cheollie, i’m sad’

‘that’s it. who do i need to fight?’ he puts his most menacing face on, only to look extremely adorable in his efforts.

you giggle, ‘me. you need to fight me because it's my brain that’s making me sad without any reason'

‘listen if i need to fight you, i’ll fight you man’ he balls his fists up, giving you a playful little punch on your cheek, accompanying it with a silly ‘psch’ sound effect.

‘but no, tell me, what’s wrong, baby?’ he asks in pout ‘my precious little bae-bee’

‘i don’t know’ you sigh, sinking back into his arms ‘i just feel…sad?’ he rubs your back in soothing circles, swaying you gently from side to side.

‘mmhm, i know what you mean. how can i make it better, my love?’ you shake your head, rubbing it into his chest ‘i don’t think you can’

‘not you’ you clarify so as not to make him overthink which you’re sure he’s already started doing. you’re right.

‘as in nothing can. i’m just sad. have been for the last couple of weeks. i don’t know, i just feel so…tired’ he knows he’s not supposed to take your words personally, but it hurts him. not only does he feel awful that you waited this long to confide in him, he also feels like a massive failure for not noticing anything was wrong in the first place.

he hugs you tighter, resting his chin on top of your head. he’s a little lost honestly, unable to understand how to fix this, or what even needs fixing. he’s always been able to do something to take the pain away, but for the first time he doesn’t have an answer and he hates it.

it’s not like you were hiding it from him all this time; you thought the feeling would go away like it usually did but it stayed for a week, and then like a bad guest it stayed for another one, plus one more, and after that it felt too heavy a burden to share.

‘it’s been going on for so long, and i don’t know w-what to do a-anymore’ your voice shakes, dangerously close to breaking. you think you’ve successfully swallowed that lump in your throat but then seungcheol strokes your hair so gently, so lovingly, so affectionately, you immediately burst into tears.

‘hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?’ he pulls back and grabs your face with both hands, his face falling when he sees yours ‘oh baby’ your tear-filled eyes, those big wet drops rolling down your soft cheeks, and your wobbly chin — they all make his heart hurt. he’s so worried but he doesn’t let it show, calmly wiping your tears away.

‘it’s okay, it’ll be okay, i’m right here, yeah? i’m right here’ his eyes are big and hopeful. you nod twice, inhaling in sudden sharp breaths.

‘come here’ he holds you as tight as he can without hurting you, cradling your head protectively in his hands ‘i’m so sorry i don’t know how to fix this but we’ll figure it out together, okay? it’ll be okay’

you nod, continuing to sob against his chest, and he lets you, telling you to let it all out, cry as much as you want for as long as you need.

that’s all he can think of to do, and if he needs to hold you forever to make it even a little better, he gladly will.

[akutasoda]

Hii, just saw that u have prompts and I wanna ask u if u can do Prompt 9 w/ Aventurine plz?👀

sudden whispering kisses

prompt - first kisses

includes - aventurine

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, wc - 603

you'd like to think that you would get used to aventurines habits - or atleast find them more tolerable. sure you two hadn't been dating that long but you'd known him longer than this relationship and maybe you were a bit presumptuous to assume you would have a grasp on his ways by now. however it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume that somebody may show a different side to them to a loved one instead of a friend.

by no means was aventurine open and honest with people. for too long had he relied on a simple poker face, large gambles and a web of lies to get to where he was - sometimes he wondered if he had lost himself in it. so to let someone get this close to him to allow them into a relationship? he would sometimes admit he'd think it would've been impossible.

getting into this relationship had been no issue but the reality of finally having you by his side was dawning, but he wouldn't back down. it may be slightly toxic to view your relationship as the greatest gamble he'd ever make but it would be all worth it to him if you were his final prize.

and so, due to his real reluctance to actually let his guard down it would take a while for him to commit to something as simple as a first kiss. he was eccentric sure, hand holding, hugs and even chaste kisses to your forehead or hand but never a proper kiss. you would soon find out that the first kiss you'd share with him would in fact be in his most vulnerable.

he'd never admit it, but he started viewing your presence and your embrace as a sanctuary. a safe place. somewhere where he was no longer one of the ten stonehearts and esteemed gambler, instead he was your lover. if he ever admitted this it would be his ultimate show of weakness to you and he just wasn't ready for that.

that didn't stop him from seeking you out after a tiring day that got to him alot more than he'd let on. his mind was practically drained and the only person he'd want to be around was you and so without thinking he seeked out your presence - more requested you to find his room at the reverie to wait for him to exit the dreamscape.

he woke just in time to hear your knocking and made no wait in opening the door and letting you in before checking it was locked properly again. you could practically see the tiredness etched across his face - while he may look completely fine to others, you finally started being able to pick up on these ques.

before he even had time to get in a comment of such, you had grabbed his arm and lead him to the couch in the room. rest was rare for aventurine, and so he unconsciously rested his head against your shoulder for a moment of respite. his mind started wondering in the silence, was meeting you a true show of his luck? and before he knew it he had turned your head to look at him before pressing his lips against yours.

you were taken aback at first but very soon pressed into the kiss with just as much adoration as aventurine showed. eventually you both had to move away with much sadness but at least aventurine had visibly perked up. his life consited mainly on gambles and perhaps he had finally sealed his win for his ultimate prize, the love of his life. you.

[leilanihours]

LANI'S 1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST ! ✉️

— a location for all my work posted during this celly

women's college basketball !

# 5 — paige bueckers, the university of connecticut

# THIS IS A TRUTH THAT I CAN'T FIGHT, I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH (wc: 471)

prompt: "come back to bed."

# YOU BE LIKING IT ROUGH, YOUR BODY SOFT AS A FLOWER (wc: 704) *18+

prompt: "you like it when i'm rough?"

# YOU'RE SUCH A DREAM TO ME (wc: 847)

prompt: "i dreamed of you."

# SHE AIN'T NEVER DO THIS BEFORE BUT SHE GOOD AT IT (wc: 359) *18+

prompt: "don't run from it, princess, push back on me."

# SNEAK LINK BUT WE DON'T TELL IT, KISSING, TOUCHING, BREATHING HEAVY (wc: 660) *18+

prompt: "are you not wearing any underwear?"

# I CAN SEE YOU'RE LONELY DOWN THERE, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I AM RIGHT HERE? (wc: 715)

prompt: "will you stay the night?"

# YOU DO IT SO LOUD, I BET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW MY NAME (wc: 339) *18+

prompt: "i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

# 44 — aubrey griffin, the university of connecticut

# TO LEAVE THE WARMEST BED I'VE EVER KNOWN (wc: 405)

prompt: "come back to bed."

# YOU GOT ME OVERNIGHT, JUST LET ME BE CLOSE TO YOU (wc: 432)

prompt: "you look really good in my shirt."

# 23 — morgan cheli, the university of connecticut

# I DON'T WANNA LOOK AT ANYTHING ELSE NOW THAT I SAW YOU (wc: 613)

prompt: "so...are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?"

# LAUGHING 'TILL OUR RIBS GET TOUGH (wc: 603)

prompt: "if you try to tickle me one more time, i swear you will not get another kiss for a week."

# 35 — azzi fudd, the university of connecticut

# TWO HEADLIGHTS SHINE THROUGH A SLEEPLESS NIGHT, AND I WILL GET YOU ALONE (wc: 541)

summary: azzi wants her well-deserved alone time with her girl.

women's national basketball association !

# 1 — nika muhl, the seattle storm

# SHE'S GOT MY ATTENTION, SHE'S CONFIDENT (wc: 812) *18+

prompt: "i like your hand in mine but i think it would look even better if it was wrapped around my throat."

# IT'S CAUSE I LOVE YOU, BABE, IN EVERY KIND OF WAY, JUST A LITTLE TASTE (wc: 470)

prompt: "i brought you dinner."

# THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME (wc: 675)

prompt: "i missed you."

# 20 — kate martin, the las vegas aces

# JACKET 'ROUND MY SHOULDERS IS YOURS (wc: 710)

prompt: "here, take my jacket."

# EVERY LOOK, EVERY TOUCH MAKES ME WANNA GIVE YOU MY HEART (wc: 722)

prompt: "i love it when you laugh."

# HOW DO I FEEL YOU ON ME WHEN YOU'RE NOT ON MY SKIN? (wc: 616) *18+

prompt: "fuck, i love the sounds you make."

# I WISH THAT YOU WOULD STAY IN MY MEMORIES (wc: 762)

prompt: "i had finally forgotten about you. i had finally started to live again. and now you decide to come back."

# OCEAN BLUE EYES LOOKING IN MINE (wc: 591)

prompt: "i can't say no to those eyes."

moodboards !

kate martin x surfer!reader

kate martin x singer!reader

[ynsvnte]

Dreamlessness — Nishimura Riki

Genre: fluff. Est. Relationship wc: 603 warnings: hugging, kissing, swearing pairing: bf!niki x gn!reader

Synopsis: You find a park you used to visit as a kid as Niki begs you to play with him you get a bit distracted.. and scared.

Sing along at Lispenard St. (Series Masterlist)

Hand in hand. You and Niki walk down the street of your hometown. So many memories were made here. You see the old playground you used to visit all the time as a kid.

“Hey Niki..” you tapped his shoulder. Gaining his attention.

“Yeah?” He asked. You signaled your arm to the park which made him gasp. He smiles before dragging you by your arm over to the park, he notices it’s empty. No children, yet again it is late at night no child would want to play in a lonely park in the dark.

“Ayee yn you should push me!” Niki said while taking a seat on the swing. You sigh before going behind him and start pushing him. “You’re lucky I love you. Or else I wouldn’t be doing this.” You were able to push him, but struggled slightly… “Tskkk…yn try harder!” Niki complained. You sigh again, this boy.. “no.” You said blankly. Niki slightly turned his head at you, giving you a side eye. “Oh so that’s how you wanna play..” Niki got off the swing and started walking away, which you didn’t notice since you were distracted by your phone. That’s until you look up and see Niki nowhere to be found. You get a little worried and call for him.

“Niki!! Are you still here?” You said softly it was dark so you kind of felt a bit uncomfortable alone. “Hello..?” You looked around you. Trying to find Niki. Yet there was no sign of him nowhere. You tried just one more time but still nothing… You walked away a pretty good distance from the park and the street lights are what are only providing you with any light. You pulled out your, not before checking your surroundings. You call Niki hoping he’ll answer the phone. Nothing… you don’t hear another phone from afar. Did he actually leave you alone.. You started getting scared.. Niki wouldn’t joke like that right..?

Or he would..maybe..maybe you're just overthinking. You mentally wanted to punch yourself for getting distracted. That’s until you feel a pair of arms wrapped around you. Your first instinct was to scream, but unfortunately a pair of hands made you quiet down. You hear the man say.

“Shhh..” trying to quiet you down. Why did Niki not have to be here? That’s when the man turns you around and you look up to see Niki. Your eyes widened. You slightly push him off you.

“Niki what the hell…” Niki could only laugh.. “S-sorry baby…” Why is he laughing? This isn't as funny as you thought. You just thought you were about to be kidnapped. Niki calms down from laughing then tries to pull you into a hug.. but you back away from him. Clearly upset with him. “Don’t.” You said firmly.. Niki only sighed before grabbing you by your arm and pulling you into a tight hug. “Don’t be mad at me.. you can’t..especially after what you did you tried ‘breaking up’ with me. Oh…yeah… but he didn’t have to go THIS far. You didn’t say anything, only letting him hug you. Niki doesn’t let go, only facing down at you and plants a kiss on your head.

“Please don’t be mad, please…I’ll buy you anything you want…” He begged.. you hate when he does this knowing how to get you to forgive him. Even when you're “very upset” with him. You can never be mad at him.

“Fine” finally Niki got the response he wanted. Niki starts giggling..

“Thank you…” he kisses your cheek before running away. You stand in place before chasing him.

Author’s note: I had to rush this bc I couldn’t do it anymore and I have major writers block rn and I’m desperate to see my bf thanks 🙄😁

© ynsvnte copyright 2024

[slytherinshua]

HANDLE WITH CARE

genre. fluff. warnings. reader has hair long enough to braid. not proofread. pairing. dohoon x fem!reader. wc. 603. request. requested by 🪩 anon for #4: “can I kiss you?” and #9: “your hair is so soft.” a/n. sigh dohoon the boyfriend material™️ he invented boyfriend actually!!!

“All done?” Dohoon asked as you stepped out of the bathroom, clad in your pyjama set that just so happened to match his. You definitely hadn’t taken note of the pair he had put on and gotten it out of your drawer instead of the original set you had.

“Yeah. All done except for my hair.” You answered with a smile, patting your hair with a towel.

“Come here, baby.” Your boyfriend said, setting down his phone on the bedside table, and getting out your comb that you kept in the drawer. He opened his arms and you gladly sat in front of him in between his legs. He took the towel from your hands, continuing to pat your hair with it until it was no longer dripping any water.

“I’ve only done this twice, so let me know if I mess up.” Dohoon warned, picking a section of your hair and starting to comb through it. Just like you had instructed days ago, he started with only a small piece at the bottom and slowly added more hair so as to not tug or break any strands. He was gentle and careful— more than you probably ever were with your hair. 

This whole after shower routine involving your boyfriend brushing and braiding your hair for the night had started just last week. He had watched how frustrated you had gotten with your hair, struggling to get out a stubborn tangle out, and out of the blue offered to do it for you. It was a bit chaotic at first, Dohoon met with a tool he had never had to use before on his own hair. But you guided him through it and even taught him how to braid it. He was quite good at it, though he doubted how well he was doing it.

It was a win-win situation, you soon discovered. Your hair finally escaped from your impatient brushing, definitely benefiting the health and longevity of it. And, Dohoon’s gentle brushing was like a massage. It was so relaxing that once you settled down into your boyfriend's arms to sleep, you were drowsy enough to fall into your dreams almost immediately.

“Your hair is so soft.” Dohoon commented quietly, brushing through a full section from your roots to your ends, feeling the silky strands in his fingers. “It smells good too.” He smiled, always enjoying any chance he got to smell your shampoo; a fresh citrus flavour that always drew him in. 

You closed your eyes, thoroughly enjoying the feeling as your boyfriend brushed out all the tangles, carefully sectioned your hair into 3 pieces, and braided them together. He was a bit awkward with putting on the elastic, but he eventually got it, securing the braid with care. He grinned once he finished, admiring his work carefully.

“I’m done.” He whispered, hands circling your waist. He squeezed you tightly and you laughed and fell back onto his chest.

“I love you.” You said sleepily, watching Dohoon’s lips form a smile and a little dimple below his eye make its appearance. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked in response, cheeks dusted pink from your words. You nodded, turning around in his arms so you were facing him, gladly letting him kiss you. He hardly needed to ask at this point, there was never a time where the answer was no. But Dohoon was always cautious, wanting to make sure you were always comfortable around him. The fact that he did still ask every time made your heart swell in your chest, only making you fall deeper in love with him.

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[her-favorite]

size kink; c. monaghan (drabble)

cameron monaghan x f!reader

warnings: smut, size kink, short reader

wc: 603

a/n: requested! two drabbles in one day..! | i promise i’m working on actual fics btw!!

summary: cam has a size kink

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having a boyfriend that was six foot was a good thing and bad thing. first off, he loved teasing you. whether it was because you couldn’t reach something or your arms weren’t long enough to grab something across the table. he loved to watch you try and do it, only to see your irritated face when you realize that he was hiding his laugh behind his hand.

but there were upsides to it. he’d help you when you needed to get something you couldn’t reach or always hold you close to him when you wanted him to.

it was always a struggle looking up to him, but it was something that cameron loved. he liked having the advantage over you, it made him feel like he had the control. it wasn’t in a bad way, he just liked the way you gazed at him with that certain look in your eyes.

he especially liked how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. his hands were big in general, given his stature, but they completely engulfed your palms when he held yours. his pale fingers liked digging into the skin of your hip when he wraps his hand around your waist, scarring you with the hot, red crescent moon shapes on your skin.

when things started to get heated was when cameron realized why he liked being so much bigger than you.

his body casted a large shadow over you when he thrusted into you, covering your whole build. when his hand would reach up and wrap around your throat, his long fingers would wrap all the way around, having the perfect hold on you.

it was easy for cameron to have the upper hand on any situation because of his size. you’ve expressed many times the love you had for his stature, building onto his growing kink for your size compared to his.

other nights he would have you on your knees as you look up to him. one of his hands was on the back of your head, holding your hair with a grip that was in the middle of being harsh and gentle.

“what, is it too big for you?” he’d smirk and pull on your hair slightly. “don’t worry, baby, you can take it.” he’d tease before moving inside your mouth.

any sort of advantage over your body in sexual terms was a win for him. he loved being taller than you. he loved being bigger, heavier, more muscular than you. it was all for you.

other nights, he’d have you on all fours on the bed. cameron would be behind you as he pounded into you, gripping onto your hips dangerously, definitely leaving deep marks on your skin.

“fuck, y/n- so fuckin’ tight.” his voice was deep as he talked, the tone getting more raspy as time went by. “and you thought it wouldn’t fit.” he laughed breathlessly as he doesn’t stop moving inside you. “you were made for me, y/n.” his sentence got cut off by a moan, shutting his eyes tightly. “fuck- your whole body was made for me. you take me so well.” his eyes open, looking down to where the both of you met. his abs clenched as he kept thrusting forward, occasionally bringing your hips back into his.

cameron always took those nights to his benefit, enjoying every second of it. he made sure that the both of you felt good and kept you in a state of pleasure.

but when he didn’t use his height advantage over you for playful reasons, just know that you’re in for a fun ride..

[cryptid-ghoulette]

Mushy May - First Aid

Poor Phantom just wanted to make some muffins with Aurora. Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows WC - 603 Minor injuries, but mostly fluff!

Phantom's day started off so well. The kitchen was full of sounds and smells as Aurora flitted around, dancing to something playing from her phone, cheerfully mixing the dry ingredients with the wet, while Phantom set the oven and greased the pan.

He reached down to pull out the oven tray, distracted by Aurora yell-singing the chorus to whatever pop song she was currently obsessed with. Not realizing he forgot to put oven mitts on, he ever so slightly touched the metal and pulled his hand back with a yelp, stumbling backward and taking half the bench's contents with him as he tried to stop himself from falling, with bowls and pans clanging to the ground, one large pan bonking him squarely on the head.

He let out a small whimper, his vision blurring at the edges, seeing a shape rush over to him before it all went black.

When he awoke, he was lying on the couch in the lounge room, dizzy and confused, with a dull ache echoing in his head. Aurora noticed his eyes opening and rushed over to him.

“Hey, hey… you back with us?”

Phantom let out a disoriented grunt, slowly pushing himself upright.

“What happened?” He murmured. “Head... hurts.”

“That will happen when a big pan lands on your head,” Aurora said with a slight chuckle, pointing to the large pan still resting on the floor of the kitchen, with an ever so slight dent in one side.

Mountain appeared in the doorway, surveying the scene as he swiftly crossed the room to the couch, crouching down beside a still slightly confused, but already improving Phantom.

“Oh bug, you’re a worry,” he said, shaking his head and pulling out some supplies from a bag that was sitting beside him. “I can see a nasty bruise on your head there, and let me see that hand,” gently grabbing his wrist to get a closer look at the burn running across the palm of his hand.

“I’m going to need you to stay still for me, bug,” Mountain said softly but sternly, tipping a bottle of strong-smelling liquid onto a small cotton swab.

Phantom continued to squirm, letting out a high-pitched squeak as the swab swiped across his palm.

“Ow ow ow, Mounty, that hurts!” He whined, trying to wriggle out of the Earth ghoul's grasp.

“It’s no big deal… Don’t need all of this,” he mumbled, knowing Mount was only trying to help, but it didn't make it any less painful.

“You took quite a tumble, little one, gave us a scare! But we’re almost done, you’re being so brave, ant,” wrapping a bandage around his fingers and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

He didn’t feel brave; he felt annoyed, sore, and maybe a little hungry. He never did get to eat those muffins Rora and he were in the middle of making.

“I’m going to keep an eye on you for a little while, but you seem to have gotten pretty lucky, it could have been much worse,” Mountain said with a smile. “I think Aurora has something that will help, right Nova?”

Aurora came bounding over.

“Here you go, ant! This will make you all better!” She said excitedly, holding out her hands to show Phantom a slightly burned muffin.

“It tastes better than it looks, I promise.”

His eyes widened, grabbing the muffin out of Aurora's hand and taking an eager bite, quickly devouring the rest.

“Mmm, ‘s good Rora, worth the ouch,” he mumbled, mouth still full of muffin. He swallowed, a big smile spreading across his face.

“Can I have another?”

[edupunkn00b]

Roomies, Chapter 1: My Best Friend's Brother

Mash-up of edited public domain photos.

My Best Friend's Brother - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3098 - Rated: T - CW: references of parental homophobia Written for @intrualityweek 2024

Patton and Roman have known each other forever. They were each other’s best friend, favorite neighbor, closest classmates all through school. They were even each other’s first crush. Roman’s crush had faded with time. Patton’s had not. Oh, yeah, and Roman’s weird twin brother Remus was there, too. Now Roman and Patton are all set to be roommates their freshman year of college and everything’s going to be great. Right?

Faded with sun and age, the little green You Are Here flag was hard to find but when it finally popped out on the giant campus map, Patton grinned. He was on the right path. One more left turn and then up the trail between the fountain and a big field and he'd be at his new home for the next year. Nodding, he took one more deep breath and hitched up on the thinning straps of his duffel bag and marched on.

He'd made it.

The line outside the Resident Advisor office spilled out down the stairs of Carrefour Hall. Patton—and the rhythmic chu-chunk of his cracked suitcase wheels—slowed as he approached it. He hesitated, eyeing the line of students waiting for their dorm room keycodes as his backpack and duffle bag straps dug into his shoulders.

With a little grin, Patton shook his head and bypassed the line, walking right through the side door. Patting his pocket, he didn’t need to take out the dorm assignment letter he’d had memorized since June of their senior year. 

Carrefour Hall, Room 604 Dormmate: Reyes, Roman

After a much shorter wait for the elevator, Patton squeezed inside with his bags, bouncing on his toes as the elevator emptied a bit more at each floor until it was just him and a bored-looking RA-a senior, maybe?-when the elevator doors stuttered open on the sixth floor.

Patton spilled out, barely noticing his bag bonk the backs of his own heels. Eyes on the door labels, all the troubles of the day, all the troubles of the entire flippin’ summer melted away. A heady mix of relief and excitement and nervousness propelled him forward until he practically skipped down the hall.

600… 601… 602… 603…

“Ready for college, Roomie?” Patton laughed after tapping quietly on the open door of room 604. “Or would it be Rome-y? ‘Cause we’re Rome-mates?” He danced his shoulders back and forth, smile only faltering when Roman turned around with his forehead crinkled in confusion. Behind him were the dorm’s standard twin-sized frames, shoved together and made up to form one full-size bed.

Sitting on the edge of that bed, folding one of Roman’s old tee shirts was a guy from their old high school. Floppy dark hair, longer than Patton remembered, and square black glasses. Was Landon his name?

“Pat!” Patton melted into Roman's arms when he pulled him into one of his patented—ha, Pattoned—crushing hugs. “It’s so good to see you! But…”  Roman pulled back, shaking his head and shooting a confused look at the other guy. “What—what are you doing here, Pat? I don’t…”

“Whaddya mean?” Patton tried to laugh but his throat had grown tight and it came out a little broken sounding. But Roman and the other guy—Llewellyn?—were too busy looking at each other to notice. “We’re… we’re rooming together, Ro.”

Roman’s eyes widened when he finally seemed to register Patton’s bags.

“The Housing Office didn’t call you?” Roman asked. “I—I texted you but when you never replied, I…” He looked down at his bare feet and the other guy stood and moved next to him. “I thought maybe you were just, y’know… a little mad and needed some space.”

Mad? Patton forced his smile to stay bright.

“New number, who ‘dis,” Patton said, waggling an older gen iPhone. The late afternoon sun glinted against the cracks in the screen. “Just got it yesterday. Um… can you put your number in…” Roman nodded and tapped at the device. “Sorry, all my contacts were on the old sim card.”

“No sorries needed, Pat! I’d be lost without my phone. I…” He nodded when his own phone buzzed with the message he sent and passed Patton back the device.

Patton couldn’t not chuckle when he read the contact name Roman had created, Really Obviously Muscular And Nice 👑.

“But, I don’t understand…” He looked up at Roman as he slid his phone back in his pocket. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I… I, well, my parents got the Housing Office to switch our rooms. They said they'd call you," he said, shaking his head. The other guy raised his eyebrows at him and Roman shook himself, presenting him with a bowed head. "Um, do you remember Logan?”

The man with big square glasses nodded and offered his hand. “Logan Sanders… We had Bio together sophomore year.”

“Patton Hart,” he nodded, shaking his hand and ignoring the sinking feeling in his belly. “I—I remember. You talked back to Mr. Saxby when he said Watson and Crick discovered the double helix.”

Logan dropped his hand and glanced at Roman before staring down at the floor, jaw clenched.

“You were right! He was a teacher—he shouldn't've ignore Rosalind Franklin!” Patton added quickly, turning his head to smile at him. “You got in trouble for that, didn’t you?”

He rubbed his arm and nodded once. “And I’d do it again.”

Roman curled a muscular arm over Logan shoulders and grinned proudly. “Logan tutored me in summer school so I could start this semester without having to make anything up and, well…” Uncharacteristically quiet, Roman looked to Logan, a question in his eyes.

Logan cleared his throat, eyes glossy. “We started dating and…” He let out a slow breath and nodded again. “And my parents didn’t like that and, well…” The sinking sensation turned into a cold rock in the pit of Patton’s stomach. “They… they threw me out.”

Nodding, Patton shifted the pack still slung on his shoulder. Pins and needles, like after you foot fell asleep, crawled down Patton's limbs and he reminded himself to breathe. “Oh, Logan, I’m so sorry. That’s horrible.”

“Exactly,” Roman said, pulling Logan a little closer. “Logan’s been staying at my house since that all happened. My parents have kinda taken him in."

“Your family has been more than generous,” Logan murmured, eyes on his feet. “And very gracious.”

“Hey, after surviving eighteen years of Remus running around the house, you’re nothing.”

Patton swallowed. The last time he’d seen Remus had been right after graduation. He’d run up to him and Ro and unzipped his gown to reveal his brand new tattoo—and that he’d been wearing Speedos and nothing else underneath during the ceremony. He looked carefully at Logan. “Has he been… okay with you?” 

Remus had never directly bothered him—Patton had no doubt Roman would’ve put a stop to it in a heartbeat if he’d so much as said one mean word. But as early as second grade, Remus had been suspended three times for fighting. He was tough and fought dirty, brutal enough to make even Patton’s biggest bullies cry. 

Patton was still grateful Roman really never left them alone together.

Logan tilted his head, brow furrowed. “He’s been Remus but, yes… Once I informed him I did not find his references to ‘Little Orphan Annie’ as humorous as he did, we’ve been getting along acceptably well.”

“You know if that ever changes,” Roman began in a soft voice, lips close to Logan’s ear. Patton looked away and tried harder not to listen. The room was just so small.

“If that ever changes, you’ll be the first to know,” Logan replied just as quietly. “Remus will need you to drive him to the emergency room.”

Roman chuckled, low and quiet and rich. Not at all like his best friend’s typical laugh. Patton risked a glance up.

Roman was smiling down at Logan, eyes bright and cheeks a gentle pink even through his summer tan. He absolutely glowed. Suddenly seeming to remember Patton’s presence, Roman faced him, fingers still laced together with Logan’s. They’d painted their nails matching colors, every other nail Roman’s favorite red and a deep blue that matched Logan’s shirt.

“Right, I was explaining.” Roman’s voice dragged his attention away from their interlocked hands and Patton nodded. “Logan’s parents withdrew the dorm deposit they’d paid and he lost his room. I convinced my parents to switch me to a “single” so he’d have a place to live this year.” 

Patton looked around the room. They’d already moved the dorm-issue twin beds side-by-side, with a big red quilt stretched over them. Two dressers were tucked into the corner by one closet, leaving just enough space to set the desks face-to-face on the other side of the room. Patton imagined them studying together, holding hands over the desk, stealing little glances between readings. Quizzing each other like he and Roman used to when he’d study at his place after school.

Roman suddenly stepped closer and Patton looked up at him, pushing on another smile. “Have no fear, my dear Pattington Bear.” He booped Patton’s nose and, for a moment, everything was as it should be. “The Housing Office assigned you a room in the new dorms. It’s over by the Art Building. We saw them—they’re really nice and…”

“You probably want to get settled in,” Logan added, taking out a folded slip of paper from his pocket. “Dormitory orientations start in an hour, then dinner, and an evening program on ‘Health and Safety.’”

“Ha,” Patton forced a laugh, craning his neck to peek at the printout. His eyes widened when he saw the number of activities and information sessions they’d be expected to attend over the next few days. The list was a lot longer than the one he’d seen at the start of summer. “Sounds like camp!” 

“I sincerely hope your summer camp did not distribute prophylactics on the first night,” Logan frowned and put away the list. “Well,” he looked up at Roman  who winked back, blushing. “We have a bit more to tackle before Orientation.”

“Right,” Patton nodded. “Of course. Maybe we can meet up for dinner at the dining hall?” he asked, hoping neither caught his stomach grumble.

“Well, um…” Roman drew Logan a little closer. “Lo and I were going to drive into town for dinner together and…”

“Oh! Oh, yes, right… Celebrate with a date.” The yawning pit in his stomach turned into an a ball of ice. “Of course,” he said again. “Let me, um, let me get out of your hair, then and, uh…”

“Here, Pat, I’ll help you.” He lifted Logan’s hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against each knuckle before releasing his grip and following Patton into the hall. “Jeez, Pat!” Roman exclaimed, eyes widening when he took in Patton’s overstuffed duffel bag, another backpack, and his beat up old wheelie suitcase in the hall. “Did you bring enough?”

“Oh, you know me,” he laughed, his voice strained as he tightened the straps on the larger backpack pulling down his shoulders. “It’s just a little of everything.” Roman hefted the duffel bag, his hand scraping over a crumpled tagboard label.

“Ha! Speaking of camp, I think you left your bunk tags on from last summer,” he laughed, turning it over and reading the bunk information. His eyes widened. “I can’t believe you went back!”

“You went to summer camp before college?” Logan asked, adjusting his glasses and peering at him through narrowed eyes from the doorway.

Patton shrugged, a flush crawling up the back of his neck. “Yeah, I was a counselor. Good money for a summer’s worth of work and no expenses… You’re living where you work, so…”

“Ah, Pat, I figured you’d take the summer off!” Roman clapped his shoulder then helped him hook his other backpack over the handle of the wheelie bag. “You worked your ass off to get a full ride here. Your parents were so proud at graduation, I bet they’d send you anything you’d need.”

“Mm-hm,” Patton nodded and didn’t look away fast enough to miss the stiff look Logan gave him. 

“Oh, mi amor,” Roman murmured, stepping back into their room and cupping his boyfriend’s cheek. Patton ducked his head and tilted back the suitcase to drag it back to the elevators, making just enough noise to cover their whispers. “I’ll be back before you know it, love,” he promised in his regular voice before stepping back into the hall with Patton.

“You know, Ro… I’m being selfish,” he said quietly to Roman when he joined him with the duffel bag. “You should stay here and help Logan get settled. I just need to head down to the RA’s office and get my new room and keycode.” Patton smiled brightly up at his oldest friend.

“Are—” Roman’s hand twitched on the duffel strap, already shifting his weight to set it down. “Are you sure?”

Patton looked up at him. Hope had brightened his already brilliant green eyes, and his usual crooked smile now bloomed over his face. “Yeah, Ro, of course I’m sure. I got it all here, didn’t I?” He nodded and looped the duffel bag over one shoulder.  “Besides, you know me…” He grinned brightly and mimed flexing his muscles. “I’m stronger than I look. Logan needs you,” he murmured.

“Pat, you’re the best friend a guy could ask for!” Roman pulled him into a long hug. Breath caught in his throat, Patton squeezed back, the familiar scent of strawberry shampoo and a new floral cologne pleasantly tickled his nose. “I’m not just saying that, either,” Roman murmured, bent over his head. “Thank you for being so understanding. Logan doesn’t have anyone right now. His whole family disowned him when he came out. They wouldn’t even let him take his computer or his clothes or anything.”

Burning eyes squeezed shut, Patton nodded silently against his shoulder, throat too tight to even try to speak. The weight of everything he carried in his backpack cut into his shoulders and he hugged Roman a little tighter. 

“He just really needs me right now,” Roman whispered. “I’m the one who encouraged him to come out. It wouldn’t be right to just abandon him now.”

“Of course,” Patton managed when Roman pulled back and smiled down at him. 

“You’re a good friend, Pat. The best.” He gave his shoulders one more squeeze before turning back to his room with a little wave. Just before he closed the door, he poked his head back into the hallway. “Hey, we should meet up at the dining hall… uh, maybe sometime tomorrow? Or maybe Monday?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, Ro, that sounds great! You have my new number!” He called just as the door closed. Alone again, Patton pushed up the corners of his mouth until it felt something like a smile and walked back down the hall toward the elevators.

~

The line for the RA’s office wrapped around the hallway. He watched the time tick down on his phone, the wait stretching even as his battery slowly died. Still, he cheered when he reached the head of the line and grinned at the harried volunteer flipping through a clipboard of dog eared papers.

“A313,” she said and handed him his new door code in a tiny envelope.

“Does it say who my roommate will be?” Patton bit his lip. He and Roman had spent the last four months of school planning on rooming together, sketching plans and making up stories about who else they might meet in the dorms. Patton hadn’t even considered not sharing a room with him. The thought of living with a total stranger sent a cold child down his spine.

The volunteer scanned the sheet but shrugged. “Sorry, doesn’t say on my copy, just that he’s a senior. It would’ve been on the copy mailed to your permanent address.”

Nodding, Patton caught his bag as it began to slip off his shoulder. She smiled, briefly, and glanced up at the line behind him. “Here—” she said, plucking a parking sticker from a thick envelope. “You’ll need to switch out your pass when you move your car to the other lot.”

“Yeah,” Patton nodded again and tucked the decal into his pocket along with the old one. Don’t need a pass if you don’t have a car. He gathered up his bags. “Um, thank you!” he added, remembering to smile. The volunteer had already moved on to the student waiting behind him, crumpled check in-hand.

The Art Dorm was on the opposite side of the quad, tucked into a corner behind Greek Row. A raucous party had already started at the largest fraternity house and Patton hitched his bag a little higher. He’d dodged a bullet there, at least.

He skittered around a pocket of laughing students making their way back across the quad toward the dining hall, then another as he waited for the elevator. One of them shoved a thick Orientation folder into the recycling bin. He waited until they’d passed and fished it out again. He'd missed the session, but at least he could catch up with the handouts. And if he hurried, he could still make the tail end of dinner and figure out what else he'd missed later. Who knew, maybe his new roomie would be nice and they could get to know each other a little before bed.

The elevator doors opened and Green Day played at too a high a volume poured into the tiny elevator. Patton dragged his bags out and into the hall. The music came from the only open door on the floor, about half-way down from the elevator. He re-read his dorm assignment and checked each door. His footsteps slowed with each tread, his bags growing steadily heavier.

301, 303, 305…

Patton stopped just outside room 313. A mostly empty suitcase sat open on the bed nearest the hallway and a stack of clothes still on hangers were draped haphazardly over the back of a chair. Teetering stacks of books and art supplies covered one desk and music—now Queen—blared from a flashing bluetooth speaker by the window.

In the other corner of the room, a very tall and very familiar guy with neon green hair and a cropped tank top was inside. Back to the door, he danced as he shoved an armful of clothes into a dresser drawer. A shiny tattoo, still red around the edges, covered his left shoulder and the safety pins adorning his ripped jeans swayed with his movements. 

Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe… Patton held his breath and knocked. Loudly. 

He spun around, tapping his wrist, and the music cut out. A too-broad grin slashed across his face, topped with a thick mustache. Green eyes two shades darker than Roman’s stared back at him, wide and wild. Remus dropped his clothes and opened his arms wide.

“Roomie!”

[akutasoda]

Hello :)

Could i please request some genshin characters (Baizhu, Kaveh, itto) with a competitive/ reckless reader who always gets into unnecessary fights and gets hurt a lot because of that

<3

needless fighter

synopsis - how are they with an s/o who gets into fights and often gets hurt

includes - itto, baizhu, kaveh

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, mentions of fights/injuries, wc - 603

a/n: hello!! <3

arataki itto ★↷

↪itto had quite the habit of getting into fights with anyone and everyone - mainly kujou sara. he can be quite competitive which is the main reason for him picking fights but unlike you, he knew when to concede.

↪originally he loved that you had that competitive side to you, he would gladly support you if you had the right reason to fight that person. but itto quickly learnt that perhaps he should be stopping you most of the time.

↪he quickly found out that most of the fights you picked were unnecessary and always resulted in you getting hurt. itto hated seeing you get hurt, especially when it could've been easily avoided by you simply not picking that fight.

↪if he had to, itto would personally make sure that you never got into needless fights - he wouldn't be against physically holding you back by picking you up and removing you from the situation to stop you.

↪ultimately, itto would prefer that you didn't pick as many fights as you did, but he couldn't help but let his competitive side urge you on if you had a legitimate reason. he just hoped you never got too hurt.

baizhu ★↷

↪he rarely fought anyone, if he did so it would be using his vision and with minimal effort. it wasn't very known because he tried to hide it, but baizhu wasn't exactly the best when it came to any form of physical activity due to his illness.

↪initially, baizhu wasn't too fond of the idea of you constantly fighting and challenging people. more so because everytime you would get hurt and so he worried about you getting seriously hurt one day.

↪you doubt you could ever forget the look on his face the first time he caught you after a fight, not major injuries but enough to get a reaction out of him - although in honesty, any injury that befell you would get a reaction out of him.

↪baizhu would always tend to your injuries, he didn't exactly trust anyone else to, but in return you would have to listen to his scolding. rather stern words that came from a place of genuine concern.

↪he knew he couldn't change the fact that you were naturally competitive and always picked fights with practically everyone but at least he could always tend to your wounds - he just hoped that you didn't pick a fight with the wrong person.

kaveh ★↷

↪to nobody's surprise, kaveh wasn't exactly one to get into many fights. he didn't exactly go out of his way too anyway, he was an architect after all. so he didn't understand why you were so competitive.

↪at first he thought it was rather comical with how often you got into fights but it quickly morphed into concern because every time you always ended up with some kind of injury.

↪kaveh then began worrying about you, he was concerned that in the times he didn't see you, you'd pick a pointless fight and get seriously injured. it did worry him even more that he knew he probably couldn't dissuade you from picking fights, so you'd always get hurt someway.

↪whenever he saw you after a fight you could tell he was worried - maybe if you won he'd be proud of you but still concerned. perhaps he'd even ask you to make a childish promise that you'd only get into fights that you knew you'd win.

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[sailtomarina]

The door is locked

They fumbled at the fastenings of their clothes, eager to take advantage of the time gifted them. Shirts and pants were dropped unceremoniously to the ground. A loud tear rent the air.

“I liked that pair!” Hermione protested, even as she curled her fingers into Draco’s boxer briefs to tug at them. 

She’d introduced him to the Muggle style shortly after they had first started having sex, loving the way they hugged his tight arse and emphasized just how wonderfully fit he was. 

“I’ll buy you a dozen more,” he muttered.

He reached around and unsnapped her bra in one smooth twist of his fingers. The prat had done that the first time, too, and she’d been so shocked at the time that she’d bit down hard and made his lip bleed.

“That’s not the point, dear.” Hermione was going to go mad if he wasn’t inside of her soon. She’d been so wound up with everything lately and it had been far too long since their last shag.

“Save me your arguments on frivolous spending and waste. I can just vanish them so they never go near those barbaric landfills.”

She scoffed even as she warmed at the fact that he’d remembered her lecture on sustainability, a movement that didn’t seem to have any traction in a magical world where objects could literally disappear, be repaired, or transfigured into something new.

She crowed in delight as his cock sprung free, thumping against her stomach with a satisfying smack. They maneuvered their way to the bed.

Squeak!

Hermione tugged out the fuzzy snake on which she’d landed and raised an eyebrow.

“What? It’s Scorpius’.”

“I know it belongs to our child. I’m just wondering why it’s here and not with him.” Hermione spoke slowly, as if Draco, too, was a toddler.

“Must’ve missed it in all the chaos. Please, let’s just—” He descended, lips covering hers and attempting to turn her mind back to what they’d started.

She yanked her head away and smacked him over his glorious blonde head with Slither the Snake.

“He’s going to want it back and we’ll get interrupted. Again.” 

They’d had to lie to their own child and pretend they were only hugging. She’d never seen Draco snatch up his pants as quickly as he had when Scorpius demanded in on the hug and leapt up to join them. Her husband hadn’t stopped pouting for days afterward and it had taken her a surprise visit to the underside of his study’s desk to get him to relent.

“The door is locked and Wimsy is under strict orders to leave us alone for at least two hours,” Draco said. He nearly whined, grinding against her to remind her of his prominent need.

“Wimsy!”

A House Elf with plaited pigtails popped into place at the foot of their bed. She didn’t even blink at the sight in front of her, even when Draco yelped and yanked at the blankets to cover them.

“Mistress called?” Big blue eyes blinked innocently up at them as she twirled her lavender skirts around her. Hermione was pleased to see she wore the matching slippers she’d gotten her.

She extended the green snake. “Please take this to Scorpius, and remind him to share with Lyra.”

“Yes, Mistress. Wimsy has the children well in hand.”

Just as quickly as she’d appeared, she disapparated and they were alone once more.

Draco gasped as the covers were yanked off him and cold air kissed his bum. Hermione pinched one cheek before rolling them both over to pin him to the mattress below her.

“Now, where were we?”

WC 603

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Cross posted on Tumblr  and AO3

I have a definite weakness towards boxer briefs. They look absolutely divine and I encourage more to try them if they never have.

[slytherinshua]

　　　tws masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　shinyu

just us two (req)

genre: academic rivals to lovers. mutual pining. fluff. lil angst. | wc: 2.4k.

misunderstood kiss (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 1k.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　dohoon

your racing thoughts

genre: hurt/comfort. | wc: 556.

handle with care (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 603.

　　　　youngjae

eros & psyche (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. greek mythology au. | wc: 593.

　　　　hanjin

nothing yet . . .

　　　　jihoon

hit reset (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. comfort. | wc: 896.

　　　　kyungmin

nothing yet . . .

　　　　other

beach dates with tws ! (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 614.

pet names/nicknames they call you (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 548.

it's a prank ! (req)

↳ how tws react to you pranking them. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 640.

tws as boyfriends (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 2.2k.

can't shake this jealousy (req) ⋆˙⟡

↳ how your boyfriend reacts when another guy flirts with you. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 1k.

tws as love tropes (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 2k.

sweet night (req) ⋆˙⟡

↳ how your boyfriend reacts when you can't sleep. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 612.

how tws hug (req)

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 234.