#I hope this board was worth the wait Anon!

[obscurecookiestims]

no clue if youre still active at all, but could i get a shining glitter cookie/sour belt cookie stimboard? :3

Shining Glitter Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie stimboard for Anon!

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[soursvgar]

Happy new years eve! Could you perhaps write something small about celebrating new years w the bros for the first time? What would they like to do on occasion? Eat fondue? Try making resolutions? Stay up to watch the first sunrise?

Maybe they don't even celebrate it because its kinda meaningless when your lifespan is so long lol

New Year's Eve with the brothers ♡

A/N: Hi anon, thank you for this prompt! This is really tiny, but i wanted to post it today to make it relevant so i hope you still like it!! ;v; ( i also just realized you said new year but i made it more new year's eve themed so i hope that's okay >< ) happy new year everyone!

Demon brothers x gender neutral mc

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Lucifer will get drunk and make a heartfelt confession.

"Maybe you should hold back on the demonus a bit-" You try to release the bottle from Lucifer's grip, but the latter was squeezing it a bit too tight for you to peel it off his fingers. You knew he was stressed, but didn't realize he was that stressed to finish an entire bottle of the intoxicating drink. Diavolo decided to throw a new year's eve party for you, and you recently found out he had put Lucifer in charge of organizing it. With his plate already full, you couldn't help feeling apologetic, despite you not being directly involved.

"Lucifer, I'm really sorry. If I knew of the party beforehand, I would've helped you with it." You decide to sit by him, hoping the light stroking of his arm will help convey your feelings. However, Lucifer only grins as he gazes at you, eyes shining with adoration. "Nonsense, you have nothing to be sorry for. I would do that all over again, for you." He puts down the bottle, now taking your hands in his. "You're the best thing that happened to me, to us. You've made this year worth more than all of my years in this realm combined, and I hope you'll stay by my side to make my next year just as happy."

ෆ Mammon will kiss you at the countdown.

"Ten, nine, ei-" Your counting is paused by a pair of lips pressing against yours, and doesn't resume for what seems to be longer than ten seconds. "Happy new year." Mammon smiles as he pulls away from you. "You know you're supposed to kiss me after the countdown, right?" You snicker, though, you have no complaints regarding his actions.

"I know, but I heard humans believe that if ya kiss your loved one at midnight, you'll be together for the rest of the year, so I was thinking- if I kiss ya before, during, and after, you would love me forever! Pretty smart, ain't it?"

ෆ Leviathan will create a vision board with you.

You had been intending to assemble a vision board for the new year for a while, but it slipped your mind with your busy schedule, only to return on the last day of the year. You came to Levi for help, partly because you knew you wouldn't be able to finish it in time alone, but mostly because you wanted to spend the night with him doing something fun together, and wasn't sure how to bring it up. The two of you were almost done carefully placing the pieces on the board when Levi lets out a sudden gasp.

"Wait, we forgot the most important part of the vision board!" Levi rummages through the scattered papers, pulling a picture of the two of you from the pile of photographs on the floor before he glues it right in the middle. "You have to have this on as well, so we can experience all those great moments next year together."

ෆ Satan will learn about different traditions for you.

"What color is the underwear you are wearing?" Satan asks, completely unaware of how his question comes off, at least until he catches a glimpse of your reddened cheeks. "O-Oh, I mean, I just read that some cultures in the human world believe that wearing different colors of underwear on new year's eve will bless you with luck in different aspects of life." He pauses to make sure you follow. "And... well, I wanted to see if you're wearing red- wait, I didn't mean see-" You chuckle as he clears his throat, his face is now the one turning pink. "Anyway, not like you need any more luck in that department when you have me."

ෆ Asmodeus will take you out to see fireworks.

"Where are we going? I told you I'm not joining one of your parties." You had already changed to a comfortable attire, planning to spend the last day of the year relaxing at home, but Asmo has other plans, insisting for you to come outside with him. "Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I promise you won't regret it!" He whines, grabbing the sleeve of your sweatshirt and pretending to be pulling you off the bed.

At last, you surrender, following Asmo to an open meadow with a remarkable view of the city. "Happy new year!" He beams when the clock strikes twelve; colorful lights illuminate the night skies as the sounds of explosions echo through them. "There are fireworks in the devildom?" You query. Captivated by the enthralling sight, you barely detect Asmo's arm wrapping around your shoulder to bring you closer. "There are now, for you, love."

ෆ Beelzebub will have a feast with all kinds of traditional food.

"Here, here! Try this!" Beel chimes, happily holding the chopsticks to your mouth. "Beel, I really can't eat anymore- I think you'll have to finish the rest on your own." You sigh. Truth is, you've been full after the seventh dish he had you sampling, but his enthusiasm was just too adorable to not cooperate with. "But these soba noodles are amazing, and you haven't even tried the lentils- it would bring you good fortune! Although, maybe you should hide that from Mammon." Beel shrugs as he continues stuffing his face.

"You know you could've just asked what food I eat during this time in the human world, right? You didn't have to cater food from every single country on earth." You laugh, finally stepping down from the tasting fest as you officially call quits.

"Hm? But where's the fun in that?"

ෆ Belphegor will fall asleep before the clock strikes twelve.

Belphegor really did try his best to fight the fatigue for a couple long hours while the two of you celebrated, but at the end, he succumbs to fatigue as his head falls perfectly on your shoulder- right before it hits midnight.

"Happy new y- oh, why are you looking at me like that?" Puzzled, Belphegor yawns, eyes glancing over to the clock after confronting your glare. "I missed it huh... I'm really sorry." He grins sheepishly, leaning in to place a peck to your pouting lips. "Well, are you still mad or can I get my new year's kiss now?"

[drysaladandketchup]

22 Mattdrai please

Thank you anon! I hope you enjoy :)

22. things you said after it was over

Last year, it was Matthew's precious Flames that got punted out of the playoffs. To add insult to injury, it was at the hands of the Oilers. Which is why, that same night, he sent Leon a slew of drunken texts from some dingy downtown bar because he was not in the mood to even look at Leon, let alone go home with him.

Those texts included one declaring they were breaking up, which Leon didn't take to heart because not even five minutes later he got another message assuring him that no they were not actually breaking up Matthew was just going to hate him for the next 48 hours. That, Leon could handle.

Hell, he'd probably have gone for 72 hours. Minimum. And he had to rest his ankle anyways, if he wanted any chance of seeing ice-time the next game. He'd be there when Matthew was ready.

This year, it's the Oilers who go out first.

Leon just barely keeps it together through the post-game media frenzy. He doesn't want to look at the cameras, barely keeps the shudder from his voice, which is little more than a whimper because he just can’t breathe. Hunkered down with his hood up because it feels safe, the only barrier between him and a world that just crushed his dream. Again.

It's not like he can be mad at Matthew, because he fucked off to Florida, a whole other division, so Leon has no excuse for not answering any of his texts, or the six separate times Matthew tried to call after Vegas knocked Edmonton on it's ass.

Only once Leon's back home for the night, drained and exhausted and dazed, refusing to go out with Connor and the guys because he really, really doesn't want to exist right now, does he look at his phone.

Cuddling Bowie in his arms, he sits on the couch and scrolls through the avalanche of texts from Matthew. The last one catches him off guard, and he stares at it, reading it over and over.

come down and see me. please.

And... yeah. Through the doom and gloom of another lost season, he misses Matthew. Matthew, who's season isn't done. Matthew, who doesn't need Leon, but wants him. Wants him to be there.

So Leon books a flight to Florida, and starts packing.

The next day he goes in early for clear-out, says his goodbyes, and drives right to the airport. After an almost nine hour flight--including a layover in Denver that's great for his legs but not his morale--he lands in Fort Lauderdale just as the sun hits the horizon.

Matthew's waiting for him at Arrivals, dressed in board shorts and sandals and button-down shirt, sunglasses and that damn bucket hat. He smiles when he sees Leon, waves, and the simplicity of it chips away at the heavy stone sitting on Leon's chest. He always breathes better when he's with Matthew.

"What, not even a sign?" Leon calls out once he's in earshot. "I thought you were excited to see me?"

Matthew slaps the brim of Leon's hat down over his eyes. "Next time I'll bring confetti canons and air horns."

And fuck, just hearing Matthew's voice again without a phone between them lifts a weight off Leon's shoulders. It almost makes the defeat worth it.

His hands are too empty suddenly. He wants to hold Matthew's, wrap him up in his arms, touch him anywhere and everywhere, inside and out. Replenish old memories, make new ones. Never let go again.

Matthew gets the jump on him once they're in his car, dragging Leon over the center console by his shirt and into a sloppy kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, scratchy beard and plush lips, and as always, it's perfect. This too, aches like a phantom pain when they're on opposite ends of the continent. Phone sex and a bit of imagination with his own hand can't totally replace the sex, but it definitely can't replace the sweetness of a kiss.

When he pulls back, Matthew looks like he's going to immediately drop the one thing Leon really doesn't want to hear--the dreaded I'm sorry about what happened--so he jumps first.

"I missed you."

If Matthew knows he's purposely being cut off, he doesn't show it. He bumps their foreheads together and closes his eyes, like he's just soaking Leon in.

"Missed you too."

As the dusk fades to night, they drive, and drive, and drive. Not to Matthew's house, that's immediately obvious, but Leon doesn't ask where they're going. He slumps in the passenger's seat, leg tucked up against the dashboard, and goes between watching palm trees and glistening waterfront, to watching Matthew.

He tries not to think about hockey, but it was a long and restless flight, and Matthew's got a stupid little air freshener shaped like skates, and the playoffs aren't actually over, so of course the first thing Leon says to break the silence is, "When's your next game?"

Matthew taps his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music playing on the radio. "Thursday. Against Carolina. We're flying out the day after tomorrow."

"Hmm. So what are we doing with all that time?"

"Fucking, hopefully." Matthew glances sidelong at him, tongue poking between his teeth. "At least for part of it. I still have practice, and you need to relax."

"What am I doing while you're gone?"

"Waiting for me to come back? You can stay at my place. Come to the games when we're at home. My family's going to drop in too, so, you know, be prepared for that."

Won't be Leon's first tangle with the Tkachuks. Pretty sure he's an honorary member of the family at this point, even if he still struggles to keep up with the energy they bring to a room. Not that he minds.

The rest of the drive is quiet enough that Leon dozes off. When he wakes up, groggy with jet lag, it's dark aside from the street lights, and Matthew is pulling into a parking lot up from a small, deserted beach. Leon doesn't know which one; there's so many here. He follows Matthew out of the car and down the promenade, down the stone steps to the sand, where grains slip between his toes and the sound of the waves soothes the storm in his own head.

Which is exactly why Matthew brought him here; somewhere secluded, somewhere that can't hurt him. Because Leon loves the ocean, and Matthew loves him.

He follows Matthew along the beach, going nowhere in particular. Matthew walks purposefully nonetheless, head high and shoulders back, warm breeze tugging at his clothes and ruffling his curls. Something Leon loves to do too, and can't wait to do again.

This place looks good on Matthew. If only it weren't so far away.

"I'm glad you came," Matthew says over his shoulder, slowing until Leon catches up. "I wasn't sure you would."

Why not? The year-round heat and the beaches and the seemingly endless bars are a nice change of pace. But more importantly, this is where Matthew is. Of course he was going to come.

"Beats sitting around re-watching the second round wondering what we could have done differently," Leon says instead, because it's true, and because he doesn't need to tell Matthew what he already knows.

"Hey, that's not a bad thing. But it's not what you need right now." Matthew swallows, takes an uneven breath like he's the one getting choked up. "I saw your interview yesterday. After the game. Leon, you know I didn't call you down here for me, right? Don't get me wrong, I'd fucking love for you to be here watching us play, but the way you sounded... I was worried you'd end up sitting around your house all alone and depressed."

"I'm not depressed. And I wasn't going to. I was planning on going back home."

"Great, so you can mope around in Germany instead."

"I wouldn't have been alone."

"Much as I love Bowie, he doesn't count, babe."

Leon stops walking, staring at the sand until Matthew stops too, turning back and right into Leon's space to block the wind, which has taken on a chill.

"Leon--"

"Our season's over, Matthew," he mutters. "I really thought we could... I didn't want it to end here."

Matthew sighs, but his eyes are sympathetic. "Yeah. I know. But you're not done. There's always next year. And a bunch more after that."

The same platitudes, every time. It's empty words. Leon knows it. Matthew knows it. But what else is there to say? You fall, you get back up, you try again. Rinse and repeat. That's what this league is.

In any other circumstance, Matthew would probably make some crack about the Oilers and how assuming you guys can actually get your shit together, you may have a chance, but it's, you know, fucking Edmonton, so...

But he's being kind for Leon's sake. Because Matthew's forked tongue turns to silk when he's off the ice. He's so gentle at times like this, handling Leon with kid gloves like he thinks he'll shatter if he so much as breathes too hard.

"I'm just getting tired of it always being 'next year'," Leon admits easily, because it is easy with Matthew. "Every time we come close, we get knocked down. It feels like shit. I'm fucking tired of it."

Every time he climbs the ladder, he tastes victory. The higher the wrung, the sweeter it is. And every time he falls, there's a tiny part of him that worries he'll never get his feet off the ground again.

"Hey." Matthew cups his cheek, forcing Leon to look him in the eye, into pale blues that dance and shine even in the dark. "You're not giving up on me, are you?"

The question catches him so off guard Leon jerks like he's been struck.

"What? No. Fuck no. The hell kind of question is that?"

Quitting has never even crossed his mind. He didn't come into this league thinking it would be easy. He's worked his ass off to get where he is, and sure he's got his own liabilities to work through, but he'll keep going until something gives out.

"Good. Just making sure." Matthew looks so damn smug, but Leon's learned to find that endearing too. "Only place left to go is up, right?"

Right. Leon said something like that to Matthew, once. You win or you lose. Only two options. If you lose, then all you can do next time is win. If you win, you keep winning until you make it to the top. Anger into action, failure into fortune.

Matthew's hand slips down Leon's forearm, searching for his hand, but stops when Leon flinches, and brushes a callused thumb back and forth over the bruise there.

"This from Pietrangelo?"

Leon huffs. "Maniac, yeah. It's fine. It wasn't as bad as it looked."

"Want me to rough him up a little if I see him down the line? My treat. Actually, it'd be my pleasure."

There's that blinding confidence. The Matthew that's going to ensure they blow right past Carolina, through Dallas or Vegas, and raise the Cup. Who's dumb enough to argue with him?

"If you want." Leon's almost too tired to smile, but he tries anyways.

And Matthew softens too, cheeks pinked and teeth showing between his parted lips. It's hard to think back to a time when he would never look at Leon like this; like he's so fucking in love with him it's physically impossible to hide it. Leon can only imagine how he looks to Matthew.

"I'll make you another deal while we're at it," Matthew says.

"A deal or a promise?" Leon knows what's coming, because he knows Matthew. His heart still jumps up into his throat.

"I'll win the Cup for you."

They've learned to say I love you in a million different ways. Somehow, they keep finding new ones.

It's so stupid. Matthew's not arrogant. But then again, he seems to be playing a game no one else is, in a way no one else can. He oozes confidence and bleeds charisma, possesses the kind of karma that can change destinies.

If anyone could actually say it, and do it, it's Matthew. Damn if Leon doesn't believe it, too.

So all he has to do is smile, nod, and say, "Okay."

"Just to be clear," Matthew says, "I'm not doing it for the Oilers. I'm doing it for you. And for me and the Cats, obviously. Maybe... maybe a little more for me and the Cats. No offence, babe."

Leon snorts. "It's fine. It's yours. You earned it."

"So have you." Damn right he has. "Shit just sucks sometimes."

Leon scoffs and rolls his eyes to whatever unseeing deity keeps fucking him over. But he's done wallowing. He's got something so much better standing right in front of him.

"You said this was a deal." Leon tugs him closer, one hand cupping the back of Matthew's head, pressing the words against his mouth. "So what do you want from me?"

Matthew smiles under his lips. "I just want you to be there to see it."

[yanderes-galore]

yandere concept for Phineas from the outerworlds?

Sure! Sorry this took so long. Special thanks to 🐋Anon for taking time out of their day to research this character for me. I couldn't do this without them and some other Anons so I hope it's worth the wait :) Once I got the character research I felt I had to write this immediately!

Yandere! Phineas Vernon Welles Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, PTSD mention, Paranoia, Manipulation, Guilt Tripping, Isolation, Mentions of death/murder, Human experimentation if you squint, Stalking mention, Thoughts of kidnapping, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Those who have played the game will know Phineas is a wanted man (not in the good way).

He hates The Board and wants to help the colonists said Board abandoned.

The issue is... this is seen as treason.

Which makes Phineas a criminal who has to stay in hiding.

Phineas has the highest chance to be yandere for the main character of the game, in this case that would be you.

You're the one successful colonist/experiment he's managed to revive without experiencing explosive cell death.

He has gone through so many others... honestly, that's probably gotten to his head.

Phineas is rather desensitized to death/murder, or at least he seems to be.

After all, there's the past experiments and he's been considered a murderer by The Board anyways.

Phineas can not trust many, in fact you're probably the only one he trusts due to him reviving you.

The same may go for you at first until you encounter members to add to your crew, which he is admittedly a bit... iffy on.

I'm going to take into account what 🐋Anon said, Phineas does seem like a subtle/manipulative yandere.

He wants to be the only one you can trust, even when you have companions, he makes you reconsider your trust in them.

After all... they may seem loyal, but maybe one of them is a spy?

You should put most of your trust in Phineas.

He's the one who revived you after all.

Phineas is primarily in his lab, you don't see him too often but he always manages to make you come back to him.

Phineas is subtle due to his actions, he quietly observes your progress and always gives you tasks to do just to keep coming back to him.

You're both in danger just about all the time, so he often gets worried about his obsession.

Phineas needs you for getting chemicals and others supplies, but he'd be lying if he didn't think of just locking you in his lab at times.

He knows he shouldn't, he's sort of lucid in his actions.

Although there's a nagging voice in the back of his mind wondering if this is even worth it?

He's attached to you.

He honestly doesn't care who has to die as long as it's not you or him.

Phineas could work platonic or romantic.

His overall yandere behavior is an overwhelming care towards you, his intentions just determines what kind.

Strangely Phineas always seems to know what you're doing, well... strange to you.

In reality Phineas is indeed watching you and taking notes whenever he can.

There may be times he wants to "check your vitals for long term effects".

These check ups are just excuses to get closer to you.

He likes to check you over for your health, sure, but he also just appreciates your health.

As I said before, he doesn't have much company.

You can just assume Phineas is touch-starved at least a little bit.

He wants some form of comfort, he isn't going to let The Board steal you from him.

Anxiety no doubt eats away at him as he wait for you to visit.

The only think he hopes those companions of yours will do is protect you.

He'll trust them that much.

Phineas snapping and locking you up is low... he knows he still needs you... but once he gets what he needs he may do such a thing.

Once he manages to have another successful experiment, he can do whatever he wishes with you.

He could have another colonist gather supplies, and he could keep you.

The thought is tempting... he tries to ignore it at first, yet it keeps creeping into his mind.

You won't notice there's anything wrong with him for awhile, he's just that subtle.

Although, the moment you trust him... and he asks you to come into his lab for another check in...

He'll lock the doors...

He'll keep you with him for company, all safe and locked away as he hides from The Board... he may be in denial at times but he really can't let you go it seems.

[cinemastyles-blog]

Talk About Awkward

Summary: anon request from Wattpad - “hi! can u do one where they are bf and gf during highscool (so fbh), and they've been teasing each other throughout the day (like sexting), and as soon as school finishes, they go to her house where they start to like yk fool around (maybe she gives him🧠), and her parents (mom/ dad, doesn't matter) walk in on them doing that, and then they give them the sex talk yk like how what they were doing works and stuff.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, slight praise kink, sexting, oral (m), sex talk, mildly filthy

FRAT BOY HARRY

You bit your lip as you read over Harry's text.

Harry: Can't wait to lift that dress of yours up after school.

You're in the middle of history learning about a certain war, but you're far too focused on other things to really care about some war that happened way before you were even born.

You glanced up, making sure the teacher was still facing the board,

You: I've been thinking about doing some things to you as well, baby.

You rest your phone in your lap, trying to take notes, but the thought of Harry doing things to you makes your brain feel dizzy.

You feel the vibration and bite your lip,

Harry: I want to be in between those legs so fucking bad and that dress you're wearing only makes me ache for you more

You loved being worshiped by Harry. It's one of your favorite things about him. He truly only has eyes for you.

"Miss y/l/n. Why don't you tell the class the answer."

Your head shoots up and you gulp, "Um, sorry. What was that?"

The class laughs and you feel your face turning red. He sighs and repeats the question, "Which two countries were the first to declare war on Germany?"

You sit up and lean forward, "Britain and France."

He raises his eyebrows, slightly surprised that you knew the answer, "very good." He turns around and the bell rings, causing you to jump slightly.

"Alright so your homework tonight is.."

You tune out your teacher as you go back to finishing your message to your boyfriend,

You: You have no idea how bad I want you in my throat, choking me.

You lock your phone and drop it into your bag before standing up. You go to walk out of the room and your teacher calls your name, "Y/N. A word please."

You sigh and slowly walk over to his desk, knowing you're going to get warned about texting during class.

"I hope whoever you were texting was worth missing out on learning what's going to be on Thursdays test." He leans back in his chair and you freeze.

You need to pass this test or you won't graduate, according to the guidance counselor, "I'm sorry, Mr. Keys. I promise I'll pass that test with flying colors."

He nods, "I believe it when I see it." He motions for you to leave the room and you can't help but laugh it off quietly as you leave.

——

You smile as you see Harry sitting at the table, "Hey." You lean down and kiss him before sitting next to him, "So I got yelled at for texting in class."

He raises his eyebrows, "Y/n. I told you not to get in trouble."

You lean in, taking one of his fries off his tray, "Worth it if you ask me."

He sighs, "Baby you need to pa-"

You lean in, whispering, "Maybe I need a good punishing."

He shifts around in his seat, "Baby.." he tilts his head as he fixes his beanie, "Don't say stuff like that." You smile and roll your eyes playfully, "Is that better than me sending you a picture of my boobs in the bathroom?"

He tilts his head side to side and sighs, "You got me there."

You laugh and glance at your history book, "I do need to study for Thursdays test." You look back at Harry and he has a smirk on his face, "I'll come over to help you study."

"Help me study.. alright." You smile and shake your head, "Don't think we'll be studying but you know, whatever works."

He wraps and arm around your waist as he slides his tray away, "Open it. We can get the studying out of the way now."

——

Last class of the day and you can tell that Harry is desperate for you at this point.

Harry: I can't even blink without seeing you on my dick. School needs to just end already

Thankfully, your last class of the day was a study hall and Mrs. Baker didn't really give a fuck what you did as long as you were quiet.

You: Soon baby then your thoughts will come true

Harry: Yours too. I'm shoving my dick down that beautiful little throat of yours

His words make you press your thighs together and you walk up to Mrs. Baker, "I'm running to the restroom real quick."

She glances up and motions for you to go without saying a word. You quickly make your way to the bathroom.

You go into the stall, locking it behind you before unbuttoning the top part of your dress and taking a picture to send to Harry.

You wait a few moments before seeing his chat bubbles pop up,

Harry: Such a dirty girl, sending me pictures like this while we're in school. Maybe I will have to punish you.

His words excite you,

You: you can do whatever you want, just wait until after I choke on your dick for a little bit

You button up your dress and walk out, fixing yourself before making your way back to class.

Harry absolutely loves when you talk about sucking him off, and you love doing it.

——

You can't help but smile as you make your way to Harry who is standing right by your locker.

"There she is." He holds his arm out and leans down to kiss you, "my dirty girl."

His words make you blush as you unlock the lock to put your books in, "Here I am." You look over at him and smile as you notice he's just staring at you.

"What?" You ask as you get ready to close your locker, but Harry holds it open and nods towards your books, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

You sigh as you grab your History book and give it to him, "I'm sick of seeing this thing." He shuts your locker and slings his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the parking lot, "I know. I know."

——

When you pull up to your house, no one is home so you look at Harry with a huge smirk, "You know what that means."

He chuckles as he shuts his car off and gets out to come open your door. You step out and he reaches in the back to grab your guy's school items.

"Yeah, we get a quiet house to study in." He winks as he shuts the door and you laugh, "Yeah, okay."

You walk in the door, yelling out a slightly loud, "Mom? Frankie?" You look around, waiting for someone to answer but no one does so you and Harry make your way up stairs to your room.

You shut the door and make your way over to him, straddling him, "I'll take that punishment now."

He smirks up at you as his hands slip under your dress, "Will ya now?" He hums as you lean down to kiss his neck. You leave little nips and bites as you kiss down to his collar bone.

He gasps slightly as you suck a small mark onto it, "Baby." He moans lowly and slides a hand to your hair, pulling as he tilts your head back.

Your lips part as he looks at you, "I want that mouth on my dick."

You smile and nod, "Okay." You move down onto the floor in front of him, undoing his belt and jeans as he watches your every move intently.

You rub your hand over the bulge in his boxers before he lifts hip to shrug them down to his thighs. You rise up slightly as you take his dick in your hand, pumping it in a slow fashion.

"C'mon now, baby." He rests a hand on the back of your head and pushes down slightly, "Please?" He pushes his bottom lip forward in an attempt to fake pout but you just laugh, "Alright. Alright."

You build up as much spit as you can within a few seconds and lower your head. You take the tip of his dick into your mouth and suck as you move your tongue over it.

"Oh fuck, baby." Harry moans out as he tilts his head back, sighing at finally getting what he's thought about all day long.

What you teased him about all day long.

"Yeah, baby. That's it." He groans as you work your way down his dick, "C'mon baby. Take it all."

He pushes your head down as you dig your nails into his thighs. You gag on him slightly as he slips into your throat, "F-fuck." He gasps and holds your head there for a few more seconds.

"Shit." He breathes as you lean back. You smile while breathing heavy and go back in for more.

Harry laughs breathless as you take him back into your throat, with more ease than before, "Just like that. Shit."

He looks down, lips parted as he watches your head bob up and down, "So good at taking my dick deep in your throat, fuck."

He strokes your hair as you're busy working on trying to get him off before your parents get home, but it's too late for that.

"S-shit. Baby, I-" The door to your bedroom opening cuts Harry off, "Hey sweetie.." Your moms voice causes your to scramble to your feet, "I saw ha- oh, shit. Oh my god."

She slams the door and you look at Harry who has his lap covered with a pillow, "Fuck." You lay a hand on your forehead and Harry starts to laugh after a few moments of absolute silence.

"This isn't.. it's not.. Harry." You whine as you sit next to him, "My mom just walked in on me giving you a blow job."

After you said it, you had to laugh, "Oh.. my god.. my mom just walked in.. on me.. giving you a blow job.." you cover your face and Harry stands up and quickly pulls his jeans back up.

"I'm sure it happens to everyone." He sits back down next to you and rubs your back, "But I'm going to just climb out the window and I'll see you tomorrow."

He stands up, but your mom is calling both of your names.

"Fuck." You both say in unison.

"What do we do?" Harry asks in a panicky tone. You shrug, "I don't fucking know. I didn't think she-"

"Y/n. Harry." Your mom calls again and you sigh, "Maybe she'll just tell us to lock the door." You shrug, trying to stay as positive as you could.

But you were shitting your pants, let's be honest.

"Okay. Let's just go see what she wants and then.." you trail off and look at the window, "Actually, your plan is better let's g-"

Harry grabs your waist and pulls you to him, "It'll be fine. Let's not jump to any conclusions." He laughs at his own pun and you push his shoulder as you try not to laugh.

"Come on. It'll be fine." He kisses your head and you slowly make your way down the steps, Harry following close behind.

"Mom?" You call out and she steps out from the kitchen, "Sit on the couch. I'll be out in a minute."

You and Harry make your way over to the couch and sit on opposite ends, just to please your mom. You look over at Harry and fight back laughter.

"Okay." Your mom comes out, shutting you both up instantly and you watch as she walks around to sit on the table in front of you both.

"So.." she pauses and stares at the ground for a few seconds before looking at you, "I was your age when I started.. doing those things.. so I can't really yell at you, but what I can do is give you the talk."

You groan, "Mom."

She sighs, "Look I know you probably already know about all that stuff, but this is for my own reasoning. Condoms. Please. Use. Condoms."

"Mom.. we haven't done that."

She sighs and lays a hand on her chest, "Oh thank god." She looks up at Harry, "I love you, Harry. But I don't love you enough to see you stuff so just.."

Harry holds his hand up, "Got it."

You look over at Harry and back to your mom, "Mom. We're being safe. I promise. And when the time comes, we'll still be safe."

She takes a deep breath and exhales, "For the love of god just please, please please please.."

"Use condoms." You and Harry say at the same time and she nods, "Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have some wine and try to forget what I saw."

She gets up and walks back into the kitchen. You look at Harry and lean in, "She probably has that bottle gone by now."

He laughs and shakes his head, "I would too if I was her and just walked in on that."

You and Harry get up and start making your way up ye steps when your mom yells from the kitchen, "Door open, please!"

You bite your lip and look over at the door then Harry. He purses his lips together and shakes his head, "Too risky." He says quietly and you smirk, "Sounds like a challenge to me."

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Im sorry for not getting these requests out right away, but I'm going to get them out asap.

Thank you for the request.

[tanith-rhea]

Hiii btw I love your fics, your writing is exquisite🤞🏾.

I'm exited that you are accepting Miranda Hilmarson request soo. I'm obsses with playing dangerous by Lana del rey, can you do or use the lyrics for do a fic with Miranda. I was thinking about a conversación between reader and Miranda in their police car, and R flirting making Miranda nervous ahha. The song is so good for this.💗

Atte: scorpio anon

Playing Dangerous

While watching your ex’s house burn, a police officer approaches you for questioning. You just wanted a bit of attention after a bad breakup and didn’t expect to be struck with lust at first sight.

Word count: 1.2 k Authors note: Ok, this has been on my asks forever and I'm tremendously sorry for that, scorpio! I hope you can forgive me. Also, the gif was very loosely chosen, I just wanted something spicy ;) Important addition: Miranda is not uncomfortable with reader's handsiness, just flustered.

You sat in the grass of the median, between bushes of red roses the board thought would bring a classy feeling to the condominium complex. In front of you, Travis’ house was at its peak, from now on the fire would only grow a small amount before starting to die out. The second bottle of your dad’s expensive whiskey sat half-empty on your side.

In the distance, you heard the sound of a siren. How the firefighters hadn’t already arrived was beyond you, but the police were apparently on their way.

Rather surprisingly, it was only one car, and from it, you heard only one person exiting. Was your hard work really not worth a bit more? Your broken heart deserved more than one pathetic cop.

“Good night!” someone approached you, “Was it you who reported the fire? I was informed the house was empty and am here to make sure it stays that way until the firefighters arrive.”

“Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer,” you comment immediately. You could sense her moving around you slowly, taking you in. You were drunk and wanted attention. If a police officer was all you got, you would play your cards accordingly.

“So, it was you?” upon your silence, she gave up on waiting for your response, “Have you seen any strangers in the street lately? Someone lurking or acting weird?” her voice was soft and soothing. You thought, rather unprompted, that it would be incredible to hear her whisper in your ear.

“No, this is quite a peaceful place to live, no one acting strange,” you said, gazing fascinatedly at the flames swirling up in the sky, creating beautiful and menacing figures. He deserved it, he set a fire in your heart only to discard you so now you would watch his house go down in flames just as well.

“Alright…” her tone changed. She sounded careful, almost fearful, you couldn’t help the thrill it sparkled in your chest, like a delicious pain of pride. “And would say you are involved, do you think?” did she think you didn’t know what you were doing?

“No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure.” You gave her your sweetest voice, getting up to see her for the first time. She was much taller than you, her eyes bright pools of blue reflecting the flames behind you. “The house was already on fire; I swear I'm not a liar.” You knew your smile gave you away, but you didn’t care if it meant going anywhere with her. God, she was hot.

“Right,” she was sceptical, but decided to entertain you, “And are you ok?”

“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.” You gave her a bashful smile, biting your lip and surveying her up and down. “Tell me, do you always work alone so late, officer?” the word sent shivers through your spine. Her taken-aback expression was the cutest thing on earth, and you wondered if she would be so shy in another setting.

“Gosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown​.” You tried to hint at your transparent clothing, she seemed to inspect you carefully for the first time and swallow a comment.

“That won’t be a problem, miss, we’ll give you things to wear. Please come with me.” She said and, out of nowhere, you saw her produce a pair of handcuffs. Did she distract you all this time? Huh, point to you.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?” you asked as she made you turn around with strong hands on your upper arms. You looked over your shoulder at her and she made direct eye contact with you.

“I’m afraid I do.” And with a click, she swirled you around and you were looking at each other again.

Looking at me, then suddenly;

She was so breathtakingly attractive. It felt like a hurricane in your stomach every time your eyes met hers. Her strong grip on your arm carried you to the back of her car and you were swimming in lust.

“Will you join me here?” you said as she forced you down in the seat, “You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything, I’ll tell you all you want to know.”

She eyed you with some suspicion but slid to the seat at your side. You didn’t move too much to give her space, and your thighs were pressed together.

“I’ll ask you some questions but we’ll have to go through a formal interview at the station.” She said, getting a small recording device from her breast pocket.

“Uhum, that’s fine.” You agreed, leaning your head closer to her. “Tell me, officer, do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger.”

“I’m not…” she started, then looking at you she stopped. Was she considering your flirting? She was definitely checking you out, you could tell.

Again, she swallowed, but you were close enough now to listen to the motion. You wanted to lick her neck.

“You’re not?” you prompted in a husk.

“I’ve never had any girls…” she was flustered. Was she a horrible cop or was this just your lucky night?

“Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating one?”

Outside, the flames were getting higher, and with them your desire to ravish the well-put-together, adorably shy woman beside you.

“It's kind of exciting, don't you think?” you whispered, boldly getting onto her lap in a straddle.

Then suddenly she pushed you onto the seat and left the back of the car, closing the door loudly.

When she started the car, you saw the firefighters arriving through the window. Well, there went one of your entertainments for the night.

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane;

I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game;

She didn’t say anything else on the way to the station, didn’t look at you from the rear-view mirror. Paid no attention to your flirting.

If you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the fire.

You might get what you desire, love is strange; sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane;

I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game;

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane.

You knew your dad would pay for your release. He would let you spend the night in jail to “teach you a lesson”, and then you’d be home again. It was always like that.

When you were walking out the next morning, you saw the officer from the previous night. She was leaning on the front counter with a few papers, no one seemed to be paying attention, so you approached her.

“Did you think about my proposal?” you whispered close to her, and she jumped. She only looked at you, confused. “C’mon, I’ve been bad, but I swear what they say it’s true… I can be a very good girl.”

She was silent for a while, and you thought she would tell you off when she tore a corner of one of her papers which already contained her number.

Another point for you, you thought, leaving with a spring in your step.

[minnieves]

hi omg can you make a part 2 on bestfriend!yeonjun who's obsessed with you 😩

i apologize for posting this so late. i received quite a few requests for the part 2 of bestfriend!yeonjun, but i wasn't sure which one. until i stumbled across anon's request, which got burried, and the comments on the said post. my deepest apologies really. happy reading and i hope that this is worth the wait!

part one

summary: after you've heard the rumors about yeonjun's new partner. thus, you take it upon yourself to make him yours. realising that your one month could make or break your relationship with him. poor yeonjun doesn't even know he is in one.

you sat down in front of your white board. mapping out where and when you could commence. you realised that yeonjun won't be clingy to you if he's in a relationship. leading you to conclude that they're probably in the talking stage.

"good morning junnie!" you greet him with a hug upon seeing him on campus. he looked at you shocked, but not necessarily surprised by your actions. "i missed you."

"you saw me yesterday?" he asked you. following you around. you glanced at him and gave him a small look. before hooking your hands with him. "are you catching feelings for me?"

"maybe i am," you back at him. knowing that he's only teasing. you pretend to look to the back. just wanting to see if his ears are what colour. smiling to yourself when you noticed how red they are. "see you around!"

you kissed his cheek and walked away. you blended with the crown as you smirked to yourself. it takes 21 days to make someone to fall in love with you. 21 days to make them need you. 20 more days before step two.

yeonjun sat on their couch, wondering about all the fleeting touch you have been leaving behind. making him go crazy for how small they are but they occupy so much of his mind.

every day there's a hug. every day you kiss him. every day he wishes that it's his lips instead.

"you're down bad hyung." taehyun commented when he saw the older slouched on the couch. he grabbed himself a glass of water before peeking back. "just tell her how you feel."

"she's just friendly," yeonjun muttered back with his eyes closed. taehyun looked at him shocked. like he's staring at the dumbest person in the world.

"friendly!? she kisses you!" taehyun argued.

"so? not on the lips. maybe it's just her way of greeting." yeonjun retaliated. which made taehyun want to just hit him with a pan.

"i'm telling you y/n, hyung is going kukoo," beomgyu told you. showing you how yeonjun has been at the dorms. you looked at him, smirking at the response you're getting. "whatever you're doing, keep going!"

beomgyu walked away towards his class. leaving you with soobin. he looked at you and laughed.

"how long are you in?" he asked.

"20 days now," you told him. calculating your next move with yeonjun.

"do i look good?" yeonjun asked you as he turn to you. he was wearing a simple black tie tux. he's to attend an event hosted by his family.

"let me fix that," you told him. holding his tie out to fix it. it doesn't need fixing. you just wanted to make sure that he could smell you. "nervous?"

"a little," he told you. watching what you're doing. he closed his eyes, allowing him to take a sniff of your perfume. soft vanilla with hints of jasmine serenades him. "you smell great."

"smell me then," you told him pulling him by his tie. gently holding on his neck. guiding his head to the sides of your neck. smiling to yourself when you feel his lips ghost your skin. "no need to be shy now."

yeonjun held the other side of your neck. making you lean your head towards it. his nose touching your skin. you closed your eyes, feeling so seduced that you fail to notice the way yeonjun has been caressing your waist with his other hand.

"lovely," he told you. kissing a spot in your neck. before gently sucking at the flesh behind your ear. making you hold unto his hand that's holding your neck. "how pretty."

yeonjun pulled away from you. seeing the slight bloom of the two hickeys he left at the side of neck. proud of himself that he got you under his spell right now.

you wrap your arms around his neck. pulling him closer to you. swaying lightly as if you're dancing to some tune. you looked at him, mouth slightly parted.

"are you falling in love?" you asked in a soft tone. eyes searching for an answer. today is day 21, you need to know if it's working. yet yeonjun is looking at you the way he always do.

you leaned forward. holding his face lightly. you reach up to him. gently placing a kiss on the side of his lips. smiling when you parted.

"have a lovely night darling," you muttered to him. slowly backing away. before hurrying towards the door of his room. "see you when i do."

yeonjun hasn't seen you or heard of you for the past 3 days. making him wonder his what ifs. what if he answered your question? what if he asked you as his date? what if you're already dating someone.

when he turned over, he noticed your perfume on his nightstand. he may be going crazy because of you, but this perfume was not here before. he sprayed some of it. immediately smelling you.

"y/n," he moaned to the smell. spraying it on the entire bed. it was an innocent gesture until he started humping his pillow.

it was as if your perfume have some sort of aphrodisiac. making him gently hump his pillow. with your memory fogging his mind. how you touched him. how you kissed him. how you look at him.

"y/n," he moaned again. holding the pillow higher to meet his thrust. rutting on it like a teenager who just discovered masturbation. he felt like he's hallucinating because he could hear you moan beneath him too.

"y/n!" he moaned lowly. cumming on his poor pillow. unable to stop thrusting on it.

beombeom: congrats you've finally bang hyung.

hyunnie: can't you just have sex in your dorm noona?

hyuka: you're so loud lol

binnie: thank god i'm not there

you read the messages on your phone. it was from the group chat you have with them, without yeonjun, for your little plan. confused because you're not at their dorms.

y/n: sent 1 attachement

y/n: i'm at the library rn

you didn't see or talk to any of them until friday. which happens to be the same day you share the class with yeonjun.

"hi junnie!" you greeted him like nothing happened. even kissing him on his cheek like you didn't ghost the poor guy. he looked at you confused with your sudden appearance.

"i thought you forgot that i exist." he told you. raising his brow while watching you. it was as if you're gone with no trace, and here you are again.

"heard you brought a girl over," you told him. knowing exactly that it was your name that he was moaning. you propped your elbow on the desk to look at him. "i'm jealous."

yeonjun couldn't look at you. ears burning red. with him looking away from you. his heart pounding so loud, he think everyone could hear it. he didn't know whether he'd confess to you or run from you.

"tell me about her," you whispered in his ear. hand on his upper thigh. applying enough pressure to ground him back to you. you held his cheek opposite to you, and kissed the other. "i'm sure she's great."

"last day?" taehyun asked you when he saw you looking for shots from the table.

"yup," you told him. showing him the shot in hand and downing it. he looked at you surprised with how well you're holding up for someone who's about to be heart broken. your words not his.

"what's the game plan?" he whispered to you. looking for yeonjun somewhere in the crowd.

"fuck him," you whispered in his ear. close enough that to yeonjun it looks like you're seducing his friend. you meet yeonjun's eyes across the room. smiling to yourself when you hugged taehyun.

"fuck him, or fuck him?" he whispered back. holding your waist scared that you'll stumble. yeonjun will kill him if he saw a bruise on you.

"fuck him," you told him. pulling away to show your tongue poking at your cheek to imply a blow job. at the side of your eye you could see yeonjun fuming.

he looks like he'd burn anyone who's near him. eyes directed at you. watching you show taehyun your mouth gesture. thinking that you're implying to taehyun that you'd blow him.

"okay? and how are you planning to achieve that?" he asked you.

"i was hoping you'd help me," wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. taehyun now knows where yeonjun is. specially with hyuka pointing at him from his line of view. signaling that he'd be dead soon.

"walk up to him and ask him to fuck you." he said. starting to feel anxious. specially with soobin seating behind you. his hand gesturing that he'd have his neck sliced. "okay, y/n. call me when you need a pick up or if he turned you down. good bye love."

taehyun took off so quick that you stumble towards the bar. confused at his reaction. you pout to yourself, looking for yeonjun. only to see him walking up the stairs.

you're going to walk up to him and ask him to fuck you. good plan.

"did taehyun turn you down?" yeonjun asked you. absolutely livid feeling like he's your second option.

you're going to walk up to him and ask him to fuck you. bad plan.

"no? i asked him how i could ask you to fuck me." you told him. plopping yourself on the guest bed of their frat house.

"bullshit y/n," he muttered. watching your chest falling up and down. with you just looking so innocent in the bed. "you can't fool me."

"if you're that smart, mr. big brain, you'd fucking notice that i've been seducing you since time immemorial!" you screamed at him. sitting from the bed to do so. you feel like your frustrations just burst out. making you feel sad, but horny. mad but horny. horny and horny.

"you're too fucking dense choi yeonjun." you told him. standing up to walk towards the door. your pride not letting you see you cry because of him. "maybe they're wrong. maybe you don't like me at all."

yeonjun pushed you against the door. not even letting you hold the handle of it. he's holding both your hands above you. reading your expression.

"what are you talking about?" he asked you. brows furrowed while he scan your features.

"yeonjun, as much as i'd like to confess to you. i'm really horny." you told him. feeling nauseous since he's so close but he's not touching you the way you wanted to. "so either you fuck me, or i might really fuck taehyun."

"christ!" you said shocked. he just pushed you towards the bed. your body falling on it and even bouncing. you looked at him shocked. feeling that the alcohol you drank just drain off of your body. "what the fuck?"

"i'll fuck you, so stay. fucking. put." he told you. climbing on top of you. grabbing your hair to push your face to meet his kiss. to which you hungrily respond back. "fucking tease."

you moaned, feeling his kisses descend to your neck. nipping and sucking on them. you knew yeonjun has possessive tendencies. you just didn't know to what extent. seeing him casually marking you up like he owns you is making you dizzy.

one swift motion and your dress is gone. leaving you in your underwear. you looked at him, unable to read his eyes. you pulled him closer to kiss him.

his hand fetching the clasp from underneath your body. tossing your bra some where. he grasp your boobs in his hands. gently massaging them. his thumb grazing your nipple every now and then.

"yeonjunnie," you moaned. feeling one of his hands inside your underwear. feeling you up. he looked st you, smirking when you moaned his name again.

"are you this wet because of taehyun?" he asked you. sucking on your nipple as he play with your clit. in slow circular motions that makes you feel dizzy. you let out a gasp, shocked with how good he's being.

"if you kept mentioning someone else's name. i may start thinking of them instead." you hissed at him. to which he responded by biting your nipple. making you lean forward to his mouth.

"maybe i shouldn't fuck you," he told you. his anger manifesting again.

"trust me, someone else in this party would willingly do so." you remind him.

he flipped you around. pulling your panties when he did. he dipped two of his finger in your hole before pushing it in. yeonjun wanted to go slow, take his time to know you. but you decided to piss him off.

"yeonjun!" you moaned. feeling his stretch you put so suddenly. gasping like a fish with how he's making you feel.

"keep moaning my name," he told you. pulling his fingers slightly. before sliding them back in, now with another finger. he pushed them in. spreading his fingers as he does. spreading you so that you could accommodate his size later.

"fuck," you said. feeling your high approaching too quickly. he wrap his other hand around your neck. pulling you so that your kneeling on the bed. "so good."

"yeah? i'm good?" he whispered to your ear. smirking at the sight of you crumbling in front of him. "who's making you feel good?"

"you are," you moaned. clenching around his finger.

"and what's my name?" he asked again.

"choi yeonjun." you answered. you leaned forward, hoping that your legs won't give out. but yeonjun held on your neck. choking you in the process.

"are you going to cum?" he asked you despite knowing the answer.

"please," you whispered. your eyes rolling as you feel less oxygen in your head. feel so nauseous, but so good at the same time.

"cum," he told you. when you did, so did the hand around your neck. intensifying the feeling of cumming. you moaned his name like a prayer. "good girl."

"please fuck me," you muttered to him. when you leaned your body backwards. his hand from inside you holding your thigh. "choi yeonjun, fuck me."

"who am i to say no?" he asked you. getting off the bed to remove his clothes. you watched him as you laid sideways. trying to conceal the mile that is blooming on your face.

yeonjun pulled your ankle, so that your legs would dangle off the bed. he placed two pillows underneath the low of your back. gently spreading your legs.

"aww, how pretty." he told you. spreading your lower lips with his finger. "too bad taehyun can't use your cunt."

"just fuck me already!" you whined to him. feeling the tip of his dick on your slit. lubricating it in the process. you looked at him to which he raised his brow to. "fuck me and i'd think about not fucking another."

"christ," yeonjun hissed. sliding himself inside you. he's mad at himself for how jealous you can make him. he's not even your boyfriend, but his jealousy is that of a husband married for 6 years with a woman as gorgeous as you.

"fuck," you cussed. his fingers are poor comparison to the stretch he's giving you. you held onto the sheets, feeling how good his filling you up so nicely.

yeonjun pounded on you. holding both your waist as he does. he stilled for a second. placing both your legs on his shoulder. allowing him to go deeper inside you.

"you're keeping this from me?" you asked mid moan. making yeonjun look at you confused. "if i knew you could fuck like this. i would've seduced you earlier."

"don't make my dick the reason as to why you're a whore." he told you. pulling on your nipple with one hand. he smirked as he watch you.

he felt like he's in some kind of high with how euphoric he's feeling. as if your perfume is a failed comparison to how addicting you really are for him.

"gonna cum," you muttered to him.

"go ahead," he told you. feeling you cum around him. making him still lightly. your tightness around him almost made him cum. but yeonjun is too greedy for just a few minutes. he needs more.

he started moving again. making your moans higher in pitch with how sensitive you are. you rarely cum from sex with other people. yet yeonjun is making you cum consecutively like he knows your body like that.

you whined under him. he let go of your hips. pushing your thighs towards your chest. making you moan louder at the sudden stretch.

your eyes are closed with your mouth singing prayers. making yeonjun smile at the sight. he felt so in love with you. he thought he was just horny. but horny doesn't make you as crazy as you do with him.

"cum. again." you said in broken pleas.

"cum then," he said. he felt you cum around him. he's too weak to pull out. feeling that your body has some sort of hold to him.

when you've come down, he slowly pulled out of you. positioning you so that you're laying flat on the bed. he went to he bathroom to clean himself, and grab you a damp towel to clean you up.

you laid there beside him. no one's really talking. you sat up and started to get dressed. breaking yeonjun's heart. thinking you played with him.

"i'm hungry," you told him. watching him dress himself. he looked at you confused with whatever you're saying. "are you going to ask me if you could be my boyfriend now, or after we had our first date?"

[noteguk]

for the drabble game !! mermaid reader x pirate jungkook fluff first meeting and a little bit of love at first sight?? but he doesn't know she's a mermaid because she's on land with legs

anon I could kiss on on the upper lips right now I’ve been waiting for ages for someone to send me something fantasy related I had lost hope?? Also I changed the legs part because I’m a huge advocate for EVIL and KILLER mermaids that DRAG MEN to the DEPTHS!!!!

also I have this unfinished pirate!jk fic somewhere but you didn’t hear that from me

The scent coming from the sea was strong and overbearing — mixed with the usual salty odor, came one of the upcoming storm. The air was thick and humid, the waves crashing ferociously against the side of the ship and, just on the horizon, Jungkook could see the mountain-like clouds forming. It was a bad omen if he ever saw one.

“Hey, pay attention,” his mate said, tapping him on the shoulder. Jungkook didn’t even notice that his heart was beating so fast. “We need to throw some weight off board. Get useful or get thrown over.”

He sneered. “Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

Figuring out what was and what wasn’t trash in a pirate ship is ridiculously difficult, it seemed. Turns out that a lot of valuable ornaments look like cheap stuff, but, as his captain so lovingly said, “it’s those fucktwats at the court that decide what is and what isn’t worth payin’ for”. And, well, gold is gold, so who was he to judge.

It was just as he was throwing a bunch of torn rope overboard that he stopped, confused. The sea was tall and angry, the waves crashing just beneath where Jungkook stood on the deck — but, amidst the white bubbles and the deep blue ocean, there was… someone.

“Hey, wha—“

Jungkook started screaming out — he wasn’t sure what he would follow that up with, he didn’t know if you needed help, considering you seemed to be doing just fine in the middle of a storm. But then you turned around and all air was knocked out of his lungs.

If the pirate had been a little more religious, he would fall to his knees and repent. What appeared before him could be nothing but a deity, an angel, something created with so much perfection that he could cry just by being able to take a glimpse at it. He could not tell the color of your eyes but he knew that they were piercing, looking directly into his soul. Your hair was drenched and pushed back, presenting your beautiful features to his mortal gaze.

Your voice, as melodious as a song, broke the crashing of the waves. “Nice to meet you,” you said. He was hypnotized — mouth agape and body leaning forward. There was a halo around you, a glow that covered your skin, down to your shoulders, and the top of your breasts. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Jungkook nodded, licking his lips. The ropes next to him were forgotten, thrown aside. Nothing else mattered but you.

You giggled. What a breathtaking smile. “You should come closer, silly!” You said, swimming closer to the ship yourself. Rain had started to fall mercilessly, but neither of you seemed to care. “I can’t tell you a secret out loud, can I?”

And he was about to dive into the sea with you when his captain’s voice broke his transe. “All hands on deck, the storm is upon us now!” He screamed. Jungkook turned around just in time to see a few of his mates slipping on the wet wood as the ship tilted to the side. “Jeon, what are you fuckin’ doing?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but, when he turned around, you were no longer there. Yet, the will to follow you remained in his chest, burning under his skin like an inch he could never reach.

Jungkook asked himself if he would see you again — and if, next time, he would follow you into the depths.

[reorientation]

hormone dose anon here 💕

I’m sorry, I should’ve been much more clear on what I meant by ‘buddy’. Maybe ‘distance buddy’ would’ve been better, idk. Either way, I’m sorry. I’m dumb sometimes 🥺

You’re right, sir. My pussy has rewarded me with a new way to cum! She is so pretty, so wet, so swollen and needy 🥺 all the time. I think she’ll be so happy once I take a man’s cum. She’s been so achy for cock and cum, begging me to go out and find some. I wish I could </3 but I don’t have opportunities currently.

I was so close to asking one of my friends to fuck me, but decided against it. I don’t think it’s a good idea, even though he probably would’ve been on board with it. I just need to wait for the right time, right place, right person. Right?

The way you described the fertility effects of T made me so… needy. “safer. Safe-ish. Safe enough that you don't really need to worry, right? So safe that you can take a man's cum over and over and over and maybe not conceive from it.” Please. I need.

I did end up getting surgery. And I think it actually made me feel more happy with the other girly things about my body, in a roundabout way. I love how my small waist and thick hips are extra accentuated. The way my pussy stands out. It just feels so good 💕 and I’m sorry if it’s disappointing… I think I can be a better girl this way. I took lots of pictures beforehand, and sent them to men old enough to be my dad. Old-er. No regrets.

You are right about the other things, though. My mind is stopping me from reaching my full potential. “Yet” is an important word to remember. I haven’t taken cock yet. I haven’t taken cum yet. I haven’t been knocked up yet. Those are the things I crave the most, despite not being able to fulfill them (yet).

I failed my timeline for denial, but I am to edge and be denied again for a few days once I feel up to it. I think edging to those ideas will really get the message through my head. It has before, and surely it will again. Sometimes I just need a little push, a little encouragement, a reminder. A reminder of what I really am, what I was meant to be.

I hope you aren’t too disappointed with me 💕

- 💉

(Previously)

It is a shame that you lost your tits, sweetie, but what's done is done. And maybe you're right - if losing your tits lets you dwell on your waist and hips and pussy, if it makes you get riskier and more compliant, it might be worth it in the long term.

After all, a man can fuck a girl's tits, but he can't knock her up that way. The parts of you that are for taking cum and making babies are still intact. If you use those properly, I'll be plenty proud of you.

But speaking of that:

I was so close to asking one of my friends to fuck me, but decided against it. I don’t think it’s a good idea, even though he probably would’ve been on board with it. I just need to wait for the right time, right place, right person. Right?

Do you? Do you really need to keep waiting? Your pussy isn't single-use, sweetheart. When the right time, right place, right person comes along, you can fuck him too - but you don't need to keep waiting for the stars to align. Sometimes the right time is just "as soon as possible" and the right place is "pressed against my cervix".

Your pussy is begging for it - don't keep her waiting forever.

[legitelizabethwwefan]

hello! i hope your week has been good so far <3 may i request some hcs for the reactions of the valo girls when their S/O (reader) first brings up that they want to take their relationship to the next level? thx :)

Thank you for the request, anon! My week has been well so far, thank you for asking. Hope yours has been good too. Same with anyone else who stumbles upon this post!

This request was too sweet, and I had a lot of fun writing these headcanons. I wrote it with a general reader in mind, as I didn’t see a gender specified. I hope you like it, as well as everyone else! If you want to see something similar with the male agents, let me know! I’ll write that if there’s enough interest generated.

If you want to request anything, you can do so here.

Word count: 931

Warnings: Suggestive content; mentions sex.

2 Become 1 - Astra, Fade, Jett, Killjoy, Neon, Raze, Reyna, Sage, Skye & Viper x General Reader (NSFW)

Astra: When you bring up the idea of you two having sex together for the first time, Astra is tickled pink. She’s so happy that you care about her enough to want to sleep with her. Astra will quickly say yes and even suggest that you two plan a good day and time to do it in order for you both to be adequately prepared when you go to have sex with her.

Fade: Fade would likely teased you enough to make it clear that she wants to fuck you. But she truly respects your boundaries when you told her that you’re not ready for that. So, when you change your tune and approach Fade to take your relationship to that level, she’s eager to get things going. She’ll drop whatever it is she’s doing at that moment to have sex with you.

Jett: By the time you told Jett that you want to have sex with her for the first time, she’s eager to do it. She cares about you and wants to show you exactly that when she has sex with you. She may have become a tad impatient when you finally told her you wanted to sleep with her, but she knows deep down that the wait will be worth it. Your relationship matters more to her at the end of the day.

Killjoy: Sex doesn’t occupy Killjoy’s brain much, if at all. So, when you tell her that you want to sleep with her, she’s caught off guard. It may take her a minute to process that you really do want to sleep with her. It’s not that she doesn’t want to sleep with you- far from it, in fact. She just didn’t expect the topic to come up whatsoever. All that being said, Killjoy will happily sleep with you and will be touched that you even wanted to in the first place.

Neon: Just like with Killjoy, sex isn’t something Neon thinks of all that much. Unlike Killjoy, a small part of Neon knows that will come up at some point in your relationship. She doesn’t bring it up first because a) She doesn’t know if you even want to, and b) She’s worried she’ll accidentally shock you during sex. When you finally bring up that you do want to go there in your relationship, Neon will voice her concerns of hurting you with her radiant powers. You have to reassure her that you’re not worried about that happening; and even if it does, it’s no big deal and you get that it’s an accident. Once that’s been discussed, Neon will be on board to sleep with you.

Raze: Raze is more impatient than Jett- and is more vocal about it too. She won’t harass you to sleep with her. Rather, she’ll just flirt with you and tell you that she can’t wait to have sex with you. But when you tell Raze that you’re ready to sleep with her, her brain short-circuits. It just catches her off guard because she thought she would be the one initiating sex between you two. She’ll quickly get over this, however, in order to finally sleep with you.

Reyna: Like Fade, Reyna will tease you a LOT to make it crystal clear that she wants to fuck you. But in the same breath, she’ll tell you that she genuinely respects your boundaries and won’t force you to sleep with her. When you do tell Reyna that you’re ready to take your relationship to the next level, she’ll express her happiness that you’re ready for that. She would be willing to drop what she’s doing to to have sex with you right then and there. But she’s also cool with waiting until later that night to get down to business if you wish.

Sage: Sage falls under the same category as Neon- she doesn’t think too much about sex, but also understands that it’s bound to happen eventually in a relationship. She would wait until you brought it up, as your comfort and feelings are more important. When you do tell Sage that you’re ready to sleep with her, she’ll be delighted and happy to do so. Like Astra, she would also want to plan an appropriate time for you two to have sex for the first time in order for it to be just right. Sex is special to her, and she wants it to be a special experience with you.

Skye: Skye also gets the fact that the subject of sex will come up at some point in your relationship. She’ll drop hints that she’s ready for it and maybe even tease you a little, but isn’t as obvious as Fade and Reyna. When you tell Skye that you want to sleep with her for the first time, she’d be tickled pink and happily say yes. She would want it to be a good experience for both of you, but also wouldn’t hesitate to take control and do it right there if she’s horny enough.

Viper: Viper isn’t the type to worry too much about sex, as that involves feelings and feelings aren’t something she concerns herself over. So, when you tell her that you were interested in sleeping with her, she’s caught somewhat off guard. While she’ll act unfazed, she truly understands how much this means to you and wants to make you feel good. She would want to arrange a good time for you two to sleep together for the first time so that she can be prepared to make you feel good and vice versa.

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

Hiii, sorry for asking but do you got some soft shiggy? Especially for demisexual (like me) that won't have sex until the partner is 100% emotionally on board? He's my comfort character, its fine if u don't want to♡ ur still my fav shiggy author♡

Hi precious anon 💓 I hope this is OK. Hugs

Shigaraki x demisexual GN reader

He would be so patient even though it is very difficult for him. But you mean the world to him and your worth waiting for. So he will hope and wait. For eternity if he has to cause he's never felt like this.

Enjoys simply being in your presence. A soft touch or simply being next to you is something he treasures.

A sweet smile from you makes his day

He looks forward to nights when the two of you watch movies then fall asleep next to each other

You two have the longest conversations, some are deep and others are just you'll talking about things you like, geeking our over favorite games, songs, shows etc.

Once you tell him your ready he's so overcome with joy he can't stop smiling, his heart is doing flip flops.

It's so meaningful because he knows you developed deep feelings for him and chose him to be intimate with.

Once your ready to make love to him he'd be so caring and gentle, wanting you to have the best experience.

The fact he would hold back and take it slow shows how much he loves you cause he's never been one to restrain himself, but for you absolutely he will

[accidentalslayer]

Hi! Weird question, but is Shifting[I think that’s what it’s called] a dream thing? Like the place you want to go to is accessible through dream shifting? Sorry I’m very curious and google is being mean about it.

And what do Waiting-rooms typically look like?

Hi there, Anon. This isn't a weird question at all. In fact, I'd love to ramble a bit about this! I hope that my opinions help you understand and maybe try shifting yourself. If anything, it's a fun experiment. Shifting is a relatively new term for an old thing: lucid dreaming, day dreaming, or astral projection (although some people like to draw thick lines between shifting and astral projection). Shifting is not only going to the place you want to travel to in dreams, but also being the architect of that reality. For every place you can imagine, it exists in the vast "multiverse" somewhere. And through your daydreams and imagination, you can access it by connecting to the you that lives in it. Side Note: A lot of people say shifting isn't real. I'm not really going to argue with them. Dreams are real and not real all at the same time. Regardless of whether or not shifting is an objective reality, we can still get a lot of subjective worth out of our dreams, and in dream exploration. I know I've learned so much about myself by using this practice and have been working with my therapist on using them for self-improvement. Waiting Rooms can be super customizable and are generally just a place you create like a video game loading screen to easily move in between your regular waking mind and your dreaming mind. With a Waiting Room, the sky is truly the limit. My waiting room has a bunch of butterflies in it. But it can really be anything you want. A lot of people have curated Pintrest boards that help them visualize their waiting room in their head.

I really hope this helps you and have a wonderful day or evening, Anon <3

[bonesandthebees]

I can’t believe I went to bed and missed the great return of Snowflake. Time zones are the bane of my existence (jk it’s trains, I love train rides, but I have so many train stories). Anyway, seeing Snowflake always makes me happy. I missed them. That’s the one downside to this entire anon system, we can!t just reach out to each other, we have to wait for someone to show up themselves (except for our honorary anon Icy, but they are always here).

Also, yeah STEM sucks. I did STEM in high school and I was so done with it by the end. Physics is the worst. The only redeemable thing about it is electricity (both of my grandfathers were electricians, it’s in my blood, it’s the only time I almost got a perfect grade on a test (I was .5 off)).

Fun fact: they almost made me take STEM as an elective this year and I hoped the fuck out of that because it’s always hell and way more work than it should be. (I now take a geography course, which I love).

I feel like I wanted to say something else, but it’s gone. So I’m going to end this ask here and see if it comes back later. I do really need to start my day.

Have a great day/night everyone!

-🌲

TIME ZONES ARE A BANE ESPECIALLY FOR YOU AND SNOWFLAKE YOU GUYS ARE BOTH IN SUPER INCONVENIENT TIME ZONES 😭

I do love seeing the dynamics you anons all have with each other bc it's so unique since like you said you can't reach out to each other directly, it's just through me like I'm a message board lol

i don't know how you could stand the electricity part of physics. that was literally what I hated the most. congrats to you for having it in your blood but electricity physics and electrochemistry both are the banes of my existence. I just do not understand electricity 😭😭

god yeah if you don't have to take a STEM class don't, it's always more work than it's worth. geography is fun though get good at geoguesser with it lmao

hope you're having a lovely evening spruce!!

[zacs-of-rwby]

Hows about "I need to make this work. I can't stop now." You can pick the au/characters!

Thank you for the prompt, anon! I had a lot of fun coming up with an idea for this one 😆 probably won't come as a surprise that I ended up setting this in the Halfway House AU. Hope you enjoy the HH!Dadpin content 🤗

Dark and quiet. Peaceful and calm.

It was almost eerie how serene the house became at this time of night, when the kids were all in bed and the lights were all turned out. Oz cherished the silence, taking comfort in the fact that another day had come and gone.

As he did one last sweep of the first floor before calling it a night, he was surprised to see gold light pouring into the hall from the kitchen.

Perhaps Oscar just left the light on.

Oz entered the room expecting to find it empty. He thought all of the children were in bed.

“Oscar?” Oz prompted.

The boy lifted his head from off the table, his bloodshot eyes revealing his exhaustion with one desperate look.

“What are you doing awake, my love? I thought you were going to bed after you finished your project.”

“I’m not done yet,” Oscar choked, holding onto the tears that were clearly building up.

“You’re not done? You’ve been working diligently since you got home this afternoon.”

Scraps of paper with bits of information, graphs, and title cards lay strewn about the kitchen table. An empty poster board rested on the chair beside Oscar. The fallen remains of a science project not yet complete.

Oscar clenched his teeth, “The stupid experiment took twice as long as I thought it would! I still have to put the poster together and finish the display for the science fair!”

Oz put a comforting hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go to bed, son? It can wait ‘til morning.”

“No! It can’t!” Oscar shouted. “It’s due tomorrow! I need to make this work, I can’t stop now.”

Oz nodded, picking up one of the paragraphs of Oscar’s report. “How did you want to organize it?”

Frustration still in his voice, Oscar pointed to three separate sections of the poster and explained, “I was gonna put the hypothesis here, the observations here, and the results over here, at the end.”

Oz followed along carefully, mapping out the format in his head. “Alright,” he said, “I’ll take it from here.”

“Really? You will?” The boy’s eyes lit up with a sense of relief.

“Yes, really. It’s not worth all this stress. Go, get some sleep. You’ve earned a break.”

Oscar launched himself into Oz’s arms. “Thank you, Dad! Thank you!”

“Of course, my little prince,” Oz said, hugging his son tight and kissing him on the top of his head. “You know I would do anything for you.”

[thinkhappythxughts]

https://www.tumblr.com/thinkhappythxughts/715679906573484032/tw-transphobia-the-terfs-trying-to-screen?source=share

hi there! sorry, this is sort of a weird ask — feel free to ignore.

i’m just a queer trans person who’s wanted to transition for years but my family is not really on board with it. i was really hoping to go to uni and transition there, and Edinburgh is one of the places I’ve been aiming to apply to. except… the city seems so transphobic?^ as someone who seems to have been there/knows a bit abt the uni, i was wondering if you wouldn’t mind talking about the city a little bit, in regards to this, if you would up to it? weirdly enough i do know lots of people who live there, i just don’t know them well enough to ask stuff like this dhjgfdjfb

hi there anon!

so firstly, full disclosure that I haven't lived in Edinburgh for about a year now, but my sister still does so I visit all the time. Generally, I think the city is a great place to live if you're trans, or queer in general. There's a great queer scene with clubs and sober spaces, Edinburgh pride is great, Portobello (Porty) pride is well worth a visit and only a bus from the city centre, Glasgow pride is also great if you can get the train across. Events like the terf screening are absolutely an outlier, stuff like that is gonna happen in big cities just due to numbers - it is the capital of Scotland after all. Occasionally there are random terf stickers on lampposts, but i've seen at least twice as many pro-trans stickers about. In regards to that screening, the number of people who turned out to protest far outnumbered the people actually there to see the stupid film, and the protest was supported by the uni's staff pride network (i know because my sister was there on their behalf as an organiser/first-aider hah)

on that note, i think edinburgh uni is also pretty good for trans stuff - I wasn't out as trans yet when i was at uni, but I had friends who were trans and they didn't seem to have any issues on the uni/admin side of things. The uni has a pretty good student pride society, and as i mentioned, there's a staff pride network, so there's a solid bunch of staff who would be in your corner if you did have any issues. The uni's student support in general is okay - the general standard for that stuff honestly isn't great in the UK, and I wouldn't say edinburgh's is amazing, but they did help me out a couple of times (with non-lgbt stuff).

you'll probably know more about me than the applications process for uni in regards to chosen name etc, and it depends if you're applying through UCAS (in the UK) or if you're abroad, so i'll leave you to more knowledgeable people on that. I would say that if you apply in your chosen name, any post you receive about applications will be in the name you apply with, so keep that in mind if the people you live with aren't supportive - terribly sorry that you're in that situation, by the way. It really does get better once you're away from them.

in regards to transition, if you're wanting to be referred to a GIC, you'll likely be referred to Chalmers centre, which seems to have a waiting time of about 2 years currently - that sounds like a lot but from what i can gather, that's quite a lot lower than most places in the UK (i'm in NE england and my nearest centre isn't even taking referrals because their waiting list is 6+years long 😭). Once you're registered with a GP you should be able to ask them about a referral and they can give you more info.

overall I think that Scotland is probably just a better place to live if you're trans in the UK - scottish parliament supported self-ID (i'm actually unsure if this has come into effect yet, need to do some googling) and if they weren't under the UK gov, they were going introduce legal third gender options too. The SNP and scottish parliamentary partiers absolutely have some outspoken transphobes, but they're much more of an outlier than in westminster, so generally i think the outlook for trans people is just way more positive in Scotland - I'm certainly planning to move back there as soon as the circumstances line up for me. It's pretty scary everywhere in the UK right now in terms of policy (and general attitude, to an extent) but yeah i think overall Edinburgh and Scotland in general are your best bet.

If you have any more questions or anything i'm happy to chat! Absolute best of luck to you, no matter where you end up, both with your transition and uni in general 💜

[chaotic-archaeologist]

reid! im the anon who lost her shit the other week and i just wanted to say i got through the field season and it was the most amazing fucking thing ever. (funny tho cos i did end up getting sick like thrice but that’s its own thing HAHAHA) but wow wow wow. im sitting in the airport rn waiting to board my flight back home and i just dont even know how to express how happy and grateful i am to have experienced something so amazing, even to the point that i think ill volunteer here for next year’s field season and i might even do my master’s thesis in conjunction with the ongoing project 🥹

just wanted to say thank you again to you and all the people who chimed in cos everyone’s advice got me through and i was almost convinced that field archaeology wasnt for me but having that advice really helped me stick it out through the hard parts til the part where it got REALLY really good :,)

just wanted to update too cos maybe there are other newbies like me going through rough digs or anxious preparations (or god forbid ppl who got scared from my panicked ask WAHAH) and i jus wanted to come on here and say it myself: i made it through and i would do it all over again if i could. it wasn’t easy but it was so so so worth it. meeting amazing people and working alongside people with the same (but also different!) ideas, excavating a site SO RICH with so so much history, every single time i dig up a bone or a bead or a sherd, it’s just so fucking amazing :,) i still have so much to learn but now i am so confident that there is so much waiting and i really would go through it again <3

(and YES everyone was right — take breaks when u need to !! i got really sick for 3 days and had to take one day off and everyone understood and looked out for me. u cant work efficiently anyway if ur pain/stress is clouding your mind and i rly learned that the hard way)

Congratulations, anon. I am so, so proud of you, and I hope you are too. You did a very hard thing—believing in yourself to tough it out in a difficult situation. You were resilient. You advocated for yourself. I'd be willing to bet that you learned a lot about what you're capable of.

This was very similar to some of the field experiences, and I expect there are other archaeologists who will say the same thing. It's one of the wonders of fieldwork in this profession. I'm so glad you've been bitten by the archaeology bug (but remember to do a tick check at the end of each day).

Thanks for checking in. It made my heart very happy to read this.

-Reid