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boydepartment · 6 months

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hiii r u taking requests! if so can you do enhypen reaction where you call them in danger and they get super panicked

pick up- enhypen texts + scenarios

a/n: HI ANON! i am always taking requests :) i hope you like it!!!!!!

warnings- dangerous scenarios, one reader gets followed, another one burns her hand, they aren’t dark at all tho :) nothing triggering

MASTERLIST

jungwon-

you had called jungwon a few minutes ago while walking home and you felt the presence of someone else. it was unusual for you to be walking home late from a study session and other students did too. however your intuition was raising red flags.

- “y/n are you okay? are you safe?” jungwon was panicking, you could hear it in his voice. you knew if he could he would drive over at this moment.

- “i’m okay. i just made it back to my abode. i’m just really shaken up i’m sorry for scaring you and calling you when you were working.”

- “baby please don’t ever apologize, you were scared and i’m glad you come to me for stuff like this.” you heard rustling on his end as you safely locked your door behind you. jungwon spoke up again, “i’m coming over with snacks and stuff. i’ll be there in 15.”

heeseung-

you were home alone for the first time in years and heard people yelling loudly outside. usually your friend would be home with you but they were off with their family which left you by yourself. during the day you didn’t mind but at night it was different. when you peeked out your window the people were fighting and it scared you. leading you to call heeseung.

- “i’m on my way right now. why didn’t you tell me you were home alone?” heeseung got right to the point when you answered his call.

- “i’m sorry i didn’t think that it was important and i didn’t want you to get in trouble if you came over and-“

- “i don’t care about that. are the people still outside?” heeseung was rushing you could tell.

- “no….”

- “okay i am still on the way. stay on the phone for me pretty.”

jay-

your hand was on fire, quite literally for a few seconds. and pick up the phone when jay called you back. which led him to rushing over to your home and using his key. immediately he rushed over to you and put your hand under the kitchen sink water. your burns weren’t horrible but they were pretty bad. jay swiftly picked you up and sat you down on the counter so he could wrap your hand.

- “i’m sorry i called when you were with your mom….” you mumbled into his shoulder. you were panicking and that alone made you exhausted.

- “i’m not mad at all baby i promise. is the bandage too tight?”

- you shook your head no and places small kisses on the side of his neck. you were too tired and overwhelmed to thank him. he knew and just swiftly carried you to your room.

jake-

the first mistake your made was even going to this party. it was a stupid idea and you got roped in. so when the cops showed up and you scaled a wall, breaking your nail, scraping your knees, and falling into a rose bush , you immediately called jake.

- “okay where are you right now?” jake asked, you could hear his pants, jogging to your location on the life 360. he asked you to get it so he could see how close or far you two were always.

- “i’m now sitting next to the rose bu-“

- “ah i see you!” you saw jake jog up to you and kneel, “hop on. i’ll piggy back you to my dorm and we will get you all cleaned up okay?”

sunghoon-

normally you don’t call sunghoon without asking first. it was just a thing you both did. so when you called he was immediately concerned.

- “baby can you hear me ? are you okay?” sunghoon frantically asked when you picked up.

- “i’m okay…. i just got scared because there was a loud noise in the library i’m sorry i panicked. you’re away again and i got paranoid without you.” you whispered into the phone. sunghoon tried not to softly smile, he missed you so much.

- “im here princess. talk to me tell me about your day. please.”

sunoo-

your day was terrible. the week prior you and sunoo got caught getting coffee at 4am, and your face was covered thankfully, however, engenes are still sometimes crazy so you were paranoid. when you went to get groceries today, you had a couple of them go up to you and ask about your keychain. which was in the photo. obviously you played dumb but it was still scary.

- “they asked about your keychain? why don’t you take it off now?” sunoo asked, you were putting groceries away now.

- “you got it for me when you went to italy. i don’t want to take it off it reminds me of you.” you said and reached the top shelf.

- sunoo smiled to himself, “i’ll get you a new one. i’ll get you as many as you want.”

riki-

you and riki had gone out to a themepark. no one knew except staff and the other members, you wanted a date and something nice to do since you both don’t get this a lot. the day was going great, and you both didn’t have a care in the world at the moment. at some point you both took bathroom breaks and were separated. as you waited by the men’s bathroom you decided to check your phone for the first time in hours. you saw tweets from a few seconds ago and they were of you, and riki. your eyes widened and you immediately went to a nook of the amusement park to call him. wanting to just hide away.

- “y/n where are you? you were supposed to be waiting for me outside of the bathroom? y/n what is going on?” he was looking for you frantically, if riki lost you at this park he didn’t know what he would do.

- “i’m between these two buildings and and-“ you were stuttering, you yelped when you felt someone pull you into their embrace, “please don’t hurt me!”

- riki looked down at you confused, “y/n it’s me? what happened?” you looked up at him blinking and showing your phone to him which had the screenshotted tweets.

- “fuck…”

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 2 months

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Hellooo. Could I have scenarios of soft Adam? Anything is fine, just possible moments where he’s being soft for reader? Maybe it’s late at night or something? Or maybe it’s early in the morning and he doesn’t wanna get up? Just some prompts just so I’m not being too vague

Thank you!

I DID NOT FORGET MY ADAM PEOPLE- getting other fandom works in there teehee these are so cute tysm for ur request!! apologies if its short 💞💞 also tan/brown adam ftw!!!!! 💯💯💯

Fade into you | Adam x GN! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: None!

It was a common thing to have lazy mornings with your husband. Especially if he had to do something later in the day, he would spend most of his morning cuddling up next to you while you attempt to push him off. Not that it ever worked, and he always showed up late to his events anyway.

“What’s five more minutes? Not like they will miss me.”

“Baby, they are hosting your party.”

“Ahh who needs that when I have you?” Was what he always said before sinking further into your chest.

It seemed that today was no different. You awoke to a weight on your chest and hands under your shirt. Already knowing who it is, you place a hand on your husband's hair and comb through it with your fingers. He hums, giving your sides a squeeze for a moment. You tug on it slightly, making him groan and you laugh a little.

“Is there anything on the agenda today?” You ask him, just as you do every morning. He says nothing, just humming as his hands move under you to your back. You giggle at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your soft spots, hoping Adam doesn’t take advantage of his weight on you. To your relief, he doesn’t, just fully holding you. He shifts a bit, getting comfortable between your legs before once again resting fully on you. You tug at his hair once again, a way of asking him to answer.

“No.” He gruffs, putting his face further into your neck.

“No? Are you sure? If I call Lute, she would tell me the same thing?” He smacks his teeth and bites back.

“There is no need to call danger tits. There is nothing happening today.” You pull your hands up in mock defeat.

“Sorry. You normally lie about these things.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Honey, you literally missed a meeting with Sera and Emily once because you would rather be in bed than do anything else.” You coo, combing his hair again. You feel him take a deep breath as he removes his head from your neck, now looking at you.

“Try being dead for all of humanity.” You roll your eyes and boop at his nose.

“While I may not have been dead for as long as you and Eve have old man, I am still pretty old compared to the newer saints.”

“Winners.”

“No. That is a dumb name. I will never be called or call the others winners.” You argue.

“No? Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You affirm, before feeling Adam attack your sides, tickling you. You shriek in shock before devolving into laughter. You try to escape, however it proves futile as Adam is on top of you.

“What are we called?” He asked, still tickling you. Through your peals of laughter, you shout out,

“SAINTS!” Adam mimics an incorrect buzzer sound as he starts to now get at your tickle spots faster. With the feeling of tears gathering in your eyes, your cheeks and tummy hurting, you can’t help but give in to his stupid demands. “F-Fine! We are c-called winners- STOP AH-”

He stops at your hasty white flag, a smug smirk on his face. Catching your breath, you look at your husband. His brown hair was a mess, just as it always was. His tan skin looked wonderful in the heaven light that peaked through your window. It seemed that he was also admiring you, as his smirk began to soften into a small smile, a look of utter fondness and love in his eyes. You wonder if you had a similar look on your face. Rather than ponder it any longer, you pull Adam down by his shirt for a kiss. He lets out a gasp at the suddenness of your grab before sinking into the kiss. Your hands fly to his face as his hands go down to your sides, lightly passing the tickle spots he has abused previously. You giggle a little into the kiss, before pushing his face away.

“I seriously hope you had nothing important today. You don’t have a choice now but to stay with me.”

“Babe, I would stay with you for eternity.” He says, his voice soft, the voice he reserved for you and you alone. You smile and pull him into another kiss.

loll i was going to joke that this was the one year Adam forgot the extermination.

#hazbin hotel x reader #Hazbin Hotel Adam x reader #adam x reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request

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simpjaes · 1 month

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JAKE... SLEEVELESS... IN THE POOL... pls write something i beg u

wc: 952 warnings: public fingering, ex boyfriend jake, he's kind of a dick [he didn't wanna be seen w u previously] [visual stimulation]

Water vs. wet.

You thought they were the same thing. Really, you didn't think anyone would be able to tell the difference while floating around trying not to ogle your ex boyfriend from too long ago.

It's not even that you want to fuck him, it's just that it's...him. Seeing him brings back the memories of all the wild and sleepless nights, hungover mornings, and messy afternoons.

Sure, he's not exactly a green flag, but in the moment he doesn't look so red either. Not with the way his arms flex when he wades around with that stupid snide smile on his face, stealing glances at you just to see if you're looking at him.

The difference between this water and the difference between being wet is that...well. You're wet in more ways than one. Sure, there's cool droplets running down your shoulders, just like the ones dipping and sliding down the lines of Jake's muscles, but there's also the other wet.

You feel it between your legs. Thicker than water, slipping down your folds in these bikini bottoms in an embarrassing reminder of who it is that does this to you, warmer than the water. If anyone were to walk up behind you and cup their hands over your core, they'd know. But no one would do that.

Except, someone definitely would. You stay in the pool as long as Jake does, wading around and pretending you're not dripping. Anyone else in this water would be horrified, surely, but not Jake. Not you.

It was always fun to be messy, dirty, and unashamed of it. Behind closed doors of course.

By the time night begins to take hold and you're still wading around, across the pool from Jake and being caught in the act of staring far too many times in the past hour and half since you've dipped in, he appears to be fed up with gawking.

Fed up with putting on a show. Fed up with pretending he doesn't miss fucking around with you. The pool lights shine from under him as the sun fades, still enough light from above to give him a warm glow. His hair half dry, the ends of his strands dripping, his muscles protruding and smile glistening and wide. You can't just look away, your mind racing in the realization that he's coming up to you. Like so many times before, when it was normal and expected for him to come up to you. It feels familiar when it shouldn't, thrusting you into the mindset of the smart-girl persona you had during that first year of college. Perhaps you haven't grown as much as you thought you had, especially when he's just as bold as he's always been. He touches you before he says anything, wading around you until his chest is to your back and his arms wrap around your waist as if the two of you never broke up in the first place. "You're not very subtle about it." You can hear his smile against your ear when he says it, dropping his head to prop on your shoulder. "You miss me?" You nod to him, all while breathing out a small "no." The feeling of his arms, bigger than before, making you feel the same comfort and intense need to cling to him. "Always were so bad at communicating too." He chuckles against you, pulling you closer against him and intentionally pressing his hips up, lining his length up with your ass. He's wearing shorts, hell, he's wearing a shirt too, goddamn him. But ah, that. That's still the same delicious size. You remember how hard he'd get himself for you, letting you ride him til he's dizzy and drowsy like he had no power to stop you. He was always bold, but never this confident. You remain silent against him, trying to ignore the people all around the pool and wandering in and out of the house. These things are expected at a senior college party, but still, you and Jake never were too crazy out in the open like this. In fact, you and Jake were never even supposed to be seen as an item at all. "Oh, suddenly you're okay with being seen with me?" You bite back at him, your body still betraying you in the way you hold his arms against you like you used to do in bed when he'd cuddle you. "Mhm." He smiles, walking backwards in the water with you in his grasp, up until his back is against the pool wall. "I was still thinking like a high schooler back then, not sure why I ever broke up with you." Ouch, your heart. You'd managed you get over him months ago, still took far too long though. "And you still stare at me like you could punch me in the face." Jake laughs this time, shaking one arm from your grip to trail down, cupping his hand to the seat of your bikini bottoms. "We always fucked instead, remember?" You can only nod at his boastful reminders. All those times where he'd blow you off in the hallways that first year of college. He needed a new image after all, one that you weren't part of. But goddamn, his hands are the only ones that know how to work you, especially when he's gently slipping a finger under your bikini and sliding only slightly. "Always got so wet too, just like this." He laughs almost as if he's mocking you for being so turned on by him. "You still want me?" You shake your head, ultimately trying to pull from him now, but he slips his finger in quickly, moaning against your ear with a tighter grip. "C'mon," He encourages your deep inhale to release in any sort of sound. "I'm letting everyone see now, aren't I?"

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim smut #jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun smut #ask #anon #hardthots

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strangersatellites · 4 months

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the one with the shacker shirt | more frat king steve x his problem causing bf eddie

a mini collab with @amethyst-crowns !!

it’s a cool friday night and eddie’s two tequila shots, a handful of beers, and a cigarette into his setlist at this point. their dedicated few fans are up front and center scream singing along with them while the rest of the bar is bustling with life.

with drinks being spilled, food being ordered and then forgotten about, sorority girls having deep meaningful talks in the bathroom so long their boyfriends’ forgot they were there.

it’s a friday night at his favorite college bar and eddie is buzzing with energy.

he’s got his guitar slung over his back and he’s taking a beer break, eyes scanning over the room in search of his favorite boy. he’s probably somewhere charming his way into free drinks in a way that never fails to leave eddie laughing and a bit baffled. he gets it though, everybody else is just as wrapped around steve’s finger as he is so he can’t say anything.

he’s talking to the guys, kicking a couple empty cans offstage when he sees them out of the corner of his eye.

two guys, probably eddie’s age, maybe seniors. they’re flagging him over and looking around suspiciously and eddie thinks that if they’re interested in buying, this is an awful strange time to approach him about it.

he’s about to break the news, tell them he’s not selling tonight when one of them smiles and claps his shoulder when he squats down to their height.

“hey man, we don’t want you to get in trouble so we figured we’d tell you before someone else did.” he says with a nod. says it like eddie will catch on, like he’ll know what this is about.

he doesn’t.

he furrows his brows and looks at them, confused. “pardon?”

the second guy tugs at the hem of eddie’s shirt, darts his eyes around conspiratorially again. “you gotta turn this inside out of something, bro. pledges can’t wear letters out until initiation. vp rec will hand you your ass if he hears about it.”

the first guy is all but hissing in his ear in his effort to be quiet. “yeah AND the president’s here, man. we’re just looking out for you.”

eddie glances down at his own chest, realizing for the first time what shirt he grabbed off the back of steve’s desk chair this morning.

it’s not his that’s for sure. it’s definitely his boyfriend’s. big, bold greek letters across the chest. ink peeling off and threadbare around the waist. the arm holes more hole than shirt at this point.

he smiles back up at the guys, finally figuring out what this is about.

he huffs a quiet laugh and his knees crack when he stand back up. he hears gareth mindlessly drumming his sticks against his stool so he knows his break’s over. pulls his guitar back around to his chest and bows.

“well i appreciate your looking out for me, gentlemen. but… i think i’ll take my chances.”

he hears a scoff and a muffled “whatever, man” and a “not my fucking problem, i guess.”

but whatever he’s not paying any attention.

the mic squeals when he walks up to it and he’s got a thousand-watt smile and an apology on his lips immediately after.

“ah shit, sorry, sorry guys- my bad.” he backs up a step and squints against the harsh light, still searching for his boy. “before this next one, i’m looking for someone. baby? baby, where are you? can you come up here sweetheart?”

he looks toward the back of the crowd and sees steve’s bright smile and glassy eyes as he shoulders his way up front. sees how he stops to talk to a few people, say hi, dap up a couple of the guys. but he makes it up the front of the stage in record time given all that, regardless.

“there you are! missed you,” he says before he’s leaving his mic again and dropping down to his knees.

now he’s low enough that steve can tangle a hand in his unruly curls and tug him forward and down. can tug him close enough the he feels his breath against his lips when he whispers “will you play my favorite?”

he knows his own smile is bright as the sun.

“of course, baby.”

when steve kisses him, messy and like he’s putting on a show, eddie can’t help but overhear the “what?” and “oh that’s him?” coming from the side stage.

there are a lot of perks to being steve’s boyfriend. but that response is always one of his favorites.

#steddie #steddie fic #gin writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanart #shot of gin #ames’ art #gin x ames #frat boy steve harrington #you will ALWAYS be famous #steve would be a sig ep #argue with the wall #source:#my beautiful mind

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wileys-russo · 7 months

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Can you do a blurb about tooney where reader is shorter than her.

sorry seems to be the hardest word II e.toone

"oh for fuck sakes." you grumbled to yourself, hunting around for your training jacket but unable to find it. "ella!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, unsure where your girlfriend actually was in your shared home, head still buried in your wardrobe as footsteps raced upstairs.

"ya called baby?" the girl appeared as her thick accent sounded behind you. "where is my jacket?" you asked her seriously, raising an eyebrow to show you weren't messing about. the smug smile on her face was all the confirmation you needed that she was up to her usual tricks.

"don't know love. have ya properly looked for it?" she asked innocently and your eyes narrowed. "we needed to leave five minutes ago and i am not in the mood. where the fuck is my jacket el?" you warned, your girlfriend gesturing for you to step aside with a shoo of her hands.

reaching up she grabbed it from the very top shelf making you sigh, deeply unamused. the taller girls most favourite way to wind you up was to pick on you for your height, specifically to hide things where she knew you'd need her help to get them down.

"now what would ya do without me hmm?" the mancunian grinned, holding your jacket out of your reach as you grabbed for it. "ah ah ah. now say thank you baby, i love ya." ella teased, stretching her arm up higher as you huffed.

"thank you baby, now give me my fucking jacket or i swear to god i'll kill you in your sleep." you smiled dangerously through gritted teeth, ella dropping the jacket on your head in response.

"short and fiesty. that's how i like my women!" the girl smacked your bum with a whistle as you were distracted with your jacket, the murderous look sent her way having her sprinting out of your bedroom.

"come on love! god you're always makin us so late."

at the training grounds, it would seem that this morning was only the beginning as ella continued to go out of her way to mess with you.

"you are joking me." you grumbled under your breath, returning from the bathroom to see your boots had magically gone missing from where they were previously sat under your cubby.

"maz did you see where ella put my boots?" you sighed to the older woman who sent you a sympathetic smile. "i only just arrived, stuck in bloody traffic, sorry babe." mary apologised as you nodded in understanding, spotting ella speaking with maya on the other side of the room.

"toone!" you growled in warning, maya seeing the clearly pissed off look on your face and hurrying away as you stormed over toward them. your girlfriend however seemed only amused at your reaction, spreading out with her hands behind her head and a smile on her face.

"ya called?" she sung out staring up at you. "where are my boots ella?" you asked, staring at her with a pained expression. "now why would i know that love? are ya losing your things again?" the midfielder pouted sarcastically making your blood boil further.

"go and get them, now." you demanded, pointing to your cubby as she remained unmoved and you heard the training staff blow the whistle to signal you were all expected on the pitch.

"ella!" you repeated with a slight whine when she didn't move. "tooney! get your girls boots, everyone knows you obviously hid them mate." mary stuck up for you, clapping your back with her gloved hand and pointing menacingly at your girlfriend before she filed out after everyone else.

"i think ya should cheer up baby." ella teased, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek and sprinting out of the change rooms as you yelled after her. "the fucking cheek of her." you looked over to your cubby and from a distance were finally able to see your boots placed on top of your locker.

with a defeated groan you stood up on the bench of your cubby, but even stretching on the tips of your toes you were still unable to reach your boots.

glancing around desperately you jumped down and grabbed a spare corner flag pole from the training room, sprinting back and successfully knocking your boots down with it.

putting them on in record time you hurried out to the pitch, the rest of the girls already split up and having commenced the mornings first drills.

"y/l/n seven minutes late means seven laps. go!" marc called out as your body crumpled but you nodded, most of your friends sending you sympathetic looks.

you knew ella would be one of them but your body burning with anger at her you refused to look her direction, starting your laps and cursing the mancunian responsible to the high heavens under your breath.

if ella hadn't already figured out after your laps that you were pissed off with her, the fact you'd refused to look or speak to her at all since had really solidified that she had taken things too far.

all day she had been calling out encouragement your way, trying over and over to get back in your good books to no avail and much to the amusement of your teammates.

"dog house for you tonight then tooney." millie teased as you all finished for the day, headed back toward the change room as you walked ahead with mary and hayley.

"yeah mate give us a call once you're locked out, you can crash on my couch." maya smacked her on the back of the head as ella shoved her away with a dirty look, only furthering both girls amusement as the teasings continued.

"you can walk home." you spoke bluntly to your girlfriend, kit bag already slung over your shoulder not bothering to shower as you swiftly exited the change room, the whistles and jeerings sent ella's way causing her face to burn bright red.

"nope! you give her some space, i'll drive you home in a bit." mary grabbed the back of the younger girls top as she grabbed her things to hurry after you, pushing her back to sit down with a firm look as ella tried to protest but fell silent, instead sulking in the corner like a scorned child.

"go on then, grovelling time." mary pulled up out the front of your shared home, nodding for ella to get out as she took a deep breath, thanking the older girl and slipping out of the car.

she fumbled around with her keys, trying to open the door but frowning as it stayed closed.

"oh fucking come on." she kicked at the wood with a frustrated huff realising you'd locked the deadbolt, which only your keys had a copy of. "baby come on! let us in." ella whined, knocking loudly on the door and hearing footsteps come her way.

"oh sorry i'm too short to reach it." you spat bitterly, crossing your arms and glaring at the closed door as ella sighed, head thumping softly at the wood.

"love i know i took it way too far. please let me in to make it up to ya!" ella begged, flowers in hand ready to give to you that she'd made mary stop and allow her to buy.

"oh sorry can't hear you? your head is just so much further away from me since you're so much taller. hope the welcome mat makes a comfy pillow!" you mocked, and ella groaned louder as your footsteps retreated away from the door.

slumping down against the door with a huff ella wracked her brain on how she could try to get back in your good graces. she came up with one idea, but it was shit.

however unable to come up with anything else, she had no choice but to go for it.

so dropping her bag by her feet she cleared her throat and began to count herself in, you listening from a few feet away with a frown. unsure if she was trying to rile herself up to kick the door down, something you'd not put past her.

but much to your shock, she instead began to sing.

"what've I gotta do to make you love me? what've I gotta do to make you care? what do I do when lightning strikes me?" ella began to belt out the lyrics to sorry seems to be the hardest word to say by none other than elton john.

"oh my god." you mumbled to yourself, unable to stop the smile which grew on your face as ella continued, confidence growing as she sang louder and louder with each verse.

"it's sad, so sad why can't we talk it over? when, it seems to me that sorry seems to be the hardest word!" you heard her pause, as if waiting for the door to unlock or you to say something before she continued.

"what do I do to make you want me? what I got to do to be heard? what do I say when it's all over? sorry seems to be the hardest word!"

"baby are ya really gonna make me sing the whole song? the neighbors are out watchin me!" ella paused to yell with a groan.

"yes! keep going." you called back as you heard her sigh and continue, again getting louder and somehow more and more off tone with each line.

"what have I got to do? what have I got to do? when sorry seems to be the hardest word!" ella finished, carrying the final word on for at least thirty seconds before falling silent.

with an amused smile you shook your head and undid the deadbolt, swinging the door open to face her.

"thank you! she'll be here all week." you called out to your neighbours over her shoulder, waving at them on their front lawn with a grin as their laughter grew and ellas face flushed bright red.

grabbing your hand she gently pushed you back inside, kicking her bag in and firmly closing the door with a relieved sigh.

"did we learn our lesson then?" you enquired, crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow. "yes. no more hidin things!" ella sighed with a shake of her head.

"i am very very very very very sorry baby. forgive us?" ella asked hopefully, holding out the flowers to you which you accepted with a nod. "you are cooking dinner, cleaning up afterwards, giving me a massage and doing all the laundry tomorrow." you warned, ella nodding eagerly before she pounced on you, pulling you into a passionate smooch and mumbling yet another apology against your lips.

leaving her to take her trainers off and unpack her bag you made your way to the kitchen to find something to put the flowers in, popping them in a vase and grabbing out some juice to drink. though as you opened the cupboard to grab out a glass your eyes narrowed and your jaw clenched.

"ella why the fuck are all the cups and mugs on the very top shelf!?"

#ella toone x reader #woso x reader #woso #ella toone #engwnt #woso blurbs #woso imagine #woso fanfics

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guinea-pig16 · 5 months

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House Call

Harvey x Farmer!Reader

Fic is below the cut! Please enjoy!

Summary: Harvey gets calls from people in Pelican Town who are concerned for the new farmer's health. Harvey goes and pays the new farmer a visit.

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Word Count: 2100+

Warnings: Wounds, bruises, burns

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Harvey walked past the bus stop, medical bag in hand, enjoying the warm breeze. It was late spring, the days getting warmer and longer as summer attempted to take over. He was on his way to the old farm that had been taken over by a newcomer a couple months ago. The new farmer, named Y/N, had already gained the reputation of being incredibly friendly. They would come into town frequently to get tasks from the help board, buy supplies, donate items to the museum, or just to chat with the townsfolk. Harvey personally didn’t talk to them much, not that he avoided them of course, he just tended to stay inside his clinic, oftentimes missing their visits into town.

He was on his way to the farm because he had gotten a series of calls from his fellow townspeople concerned for Y/N’s health. Apparently, they had gone to the saloon late last night appearing battered and bruised after an adventure to the mines. Harvey was fairly certain that they were fine as he’d heard they frequented the mines quite often, but being a doctor, he couldn’t say they’d be fine if he didn’t at least check on them.

Harvey entered the farm and looked around in slight awe. The last time he saw the old farm it was overgrown with gnarled trees, weeds, and stones. Now it was nothing but a clear field (with the occasional large stones and logs) with plots of crops growing happily in the soil. Something was off though as he stepped closer. He was no farmer by any means, but the plots didn’t appear to be watered yet. He looked to his left. The mailbox still had its flag up, meaning the mail hadn’t been checked. He furrowed his brow and checked his watch. It was about 15 minutes past 9.

Odd… I thought they were usually up and about by this time. He thought as he climbed the steps to the porch. Their house was quite small, looking more like a cabin than a house. It seemed as though they had attempted to repair some of the cracks and holes on the outside themself. He knocked on the door.

From inside he heard shuffling and a quiet groan, then a muffled coming. As he heard footsteps approaching the door, he quickly gave himself a once over, smoothing his coat and readjusting his collar. The door swung open and a tired (slightly annoyed) Y/N clad in pajamas greeted him. They stared at him blearily before recognition flashed in their eyes. They quickly straightened and cleared their throat.

“Uh, Dr. Harvey. What a surprise, I didn’t expect to see you.” They said, fixing him with a slightly strained polite smile. Harvey quickly glanced them over, trying to see any injuries. They were wearing a loose long-sleeve shirt and baggy pajama pants with slippers. He didn’t notice any physical ailments.

“Please, just call me Harvey. I came today because I’ve received several phone calls from people in town concerned about your well being.” He said. He watched as their face flushed slightly. They brought a hand to the back of their neck and glanced at the floor, shuffling slightly.

“...Ah, I see… Well, I’m doing fine, just a lil’ worn out from last night. Nothing some rest can’t fix, y’know?” They said sheepishly. Harvey raised a brow at them, causing them to shrink slightly.

“I was told you looked like you had gotten into a fight with a bear last night.”

“...Oh… well… yeah…” They stared at their feet.

“Have you treated your wounds at least?” He asked.

“Um… yeah…?” They said, sounding unsure.

“May I check?” Harvey asked. He saw them hesitate to answer. “It won’t take long, I just want to make sure your wounds don’t get infected.” He clarified, giving them a small smile. He watched them consider his offer. After a moment, they sighed and stepped to the side.

“Alright, you make a good point. Come in, I’ll make some coffee.” With that, they walked inside letting Harvey follow. He closed the door behind him and looked around. It was fairly small, but cozy. Their bed was pressed into a corner, the sheets a mess. There was a fireplace against the far wall and a box tv sitting next to it with a pillow in front of it to act as a chair. Against the right wall was a small kitchenette, a table with two chairs, and a door which he assumed led to the bathroom.

Y/N gestured towards the table. “Go ahead and have a seat, make yourself at home.” Harvey walked to the table and set his bag down. He sat and observed them as they rummaged around to find coffee grounds. A slight frown settled on his face as he noticed their movements. If they moved too fast, they’d wince and slow down. There was the slightest limp to their steps as they went to the sink to fill the coffee machine. They sat down in the other chair, moving slowly as if going faster would hurt too much.

They watched Harvey as he shrugged off his coat and opened his bag, pulling out a thermometer. He turned to them.

“Alright, to start I’m going to take your temperature.” He leans close and places the thermometer against their forehead. “Have you been experiencing any headaches, tiredness, or nausea?” He asks. He doesn’t notice how Y/N begins to flush.

“Um… no, not that I know of…? I’m just kinda… sore.” They say, letting out a breath as Harvey leans back and checks the thermometer. Their temperatures normal. That’s good, it doesn't seem as though they have an infection. He glances at them. I’d better still check where they’ve been injured though. He places the thermometer back in his bag and rolls up his sleeves.

“Your temperature is normal. Where have you been feeling sore?” He asks. They rest their head in their hand, drumming their fingers, appearing uncomfortable.

“Um, mostly my back and legs. My arms are pretty sore too.” Harvey nods.

“So, what exactly happened last night?” He asks.

They look at the table, appearing embarrassed. “Well… I went mining and uh, might’ve gotten a bit in over my head… There were a lot more monsters than last time and… I think you can guess the rest…” They traced patterns in the wood of the table. Harvey grimaced. He knew the mines were full of dangerous creatures. Slimes, bats, rock crabs, huge flies, shadow people and more.

“May I see?” They stare at him for a moment.

“...See what?”

“...Your injuries…?” He says, raising a brow. Y/N flushed, eyes widening.

“Um, they’re not that bad! Don’t worry about them, I’m fine! Probably just need some pain pills to be honest…” They say quickly, tugging on their sleeve. Harvey had a feeling that they didn’t want him to see their wounds. Either because they were embarrassed, or they were that bad.

“I just want to make sure you’ve properly dressed them.” They looked down at the table. “I’ll leave as soon as I see you’re okay. That’s the only reason I’m here.” Harvey said. They nervously tapped their fingers on the table and then let out a sigh.

“...Alright…” With that, they began to lift their shirt off. He sees them wince slightly as they raise the shirt off their torso. He grimaces as he sees black and yellow bruises adorning their sides and stomach. They had shoddily wrapped a bandage around their middle and upper right arm, dried blood having bloomed to the surface.

“May I remove the bandage?” He asked. Y/N nodded slightly, looking to the side, embarrassed. Harvey stood and gently began to remove the bandage from their arm. He stopped when they winced, and then proceeded even slower.

Harvey winced himself when he fully removed the bandage. There was a large burn on their upper arm, it appeared to be an acid burn. Y/N glanced at him and cleared their throat, looking sheepish.

“Yeah… A slime got me when I wasn’t paying attention. Could’ve been worse, my shirt took most of the hit… Bastard ruined a good shirt…” They trailed off.

“...I see. And you know how to treat burns like this?” He asked, opening his bag. He pulled out a fresh bandage and some petroleum jelly and a sterile cloth. They tapped their fingers nervously on the table.

“...Wrap it…?” Harvey smiled slightly and went to the sink and ran water over the cloth.

“Yes, but you’re supposed to rinse off the burn first with water to clear any harmful residue. Then you wrap it loosely. You wrapped yours too tight. Wrapping it too tightly could cause it to swell.” He sat back down and began to gently wipe the burn. He frowned, the burn had already begun to swell slightly.

“...Oh…” Y/N’s face was flushed as they stared at the floor. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes as Harvey treated the burn, wiping it down and then spreading petroleum jelly on it.

“...You didn’t think to call me?” He asked quietly, wrapping the burn loosely with the fresh bandage. He waited for a response, not fully expecting one.

“...I didn’t want to bother you…” They said softly. Harvey halted at that. He looked at them incredulously.

“You didn’t want to bother me, a doctor, who’s whole job is to treat people?” Their face blazed red.

“I don’t know! It was late, the clinic was already closed! And I… I thought I could deal with it myself…” They trailed off, brows furrowed.

Harvey sighed and finished wrapping the bandage. He began to unwrap the bandage around their middle, taking care to go slow.

“Y/N, I am your doctor. Even when the clinic is closed, you can always call me and I’ll take care of you. It’s my job, and I’m happy to do it.” He finished unwrapping the bandage and assessed the wound. It was a decently sized gash. He retrieved some rubbing alcohol from his bag and began cleaning it. Y/N was silent.

“...I know I don’t know you very well, but you can come to me for anything. Doesn’t matter if it’s because you’re sick, or if you’re just in need of some company, I’m here for you, alright? My door’s always open.” He paused. “Well, at least til’ 3, then you’ll need to call me so I can let you in.” Y/N chuckled at that, making him smile. He finished cleaning the gash and put some petroleum jelly on it as well, then wrapped it in new bandages.

“There, good as new!” He said, leaning back. “Your cut on your side was shallow enough to not need stitches. Your burn should heal in a couple weeks, as well as the cut.” He pulled out some pain medicine from his bag and handed the bottle to Y/N. “Take this once every 4 hours for your soreness. It should help.”

“...Thanks, Harvey. For checking on me and everything.” They said, a soft smile on their face. Harvey returned the smile.

“Of course. What kind of doctor would I be if I let a member of the town go without treatment?” At that, the coffee machine beeped, making the two of them turn their heads.

“Oh, coffee’s done.” Y/N stood and put their shirt back on. They grabbed two mugs from the cabinet. “Are you able to stay for a cup? I know you still have to run the clinic and everything, but it wouldn’t be long if you’d like to stay.” They asked. Harvey mulled it over in his head. He probably should be getting back by now… But Maru was working today, and he left a note behind explaining where he was. Besides, one cup wouldn’t hurt, right?

He smiled. “That sounds lovely.” Y/N returned his smile and poured him and them a cup as he packed away his supplies and set his bag on the ground. They set his mug in front of him and sat down. He picked it up and took a sip, savoring the warmth and roast.

“So…” He said, catching Y/N’s attention. “What’s it like in the mines?” A grin spread across their face, their eyes lighting up.

“Well, it’s pretty awesome! The caves are beautiful! And there’s tons of ores and minerals, oh! And if you like fighting, that’s the place to go!” They kept talking, Harvey listening, taking occasional sips of his coffee.

One mug, turned into two, then three. And eventually the pot was empty, but they both kept sitting there, talking about any and everything. Eventually, Harvey had to bid them goodbye and head back to the clinic.

As he walked past the bus stop, enjoying the breeze, he thought back to their smile and laughter as they told him about their adventures to the mines. He smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait to see them again.

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Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Smut, Toxic Relationship, Dom!Hwa, Sub Reader

Warning: ⛔️Possible Triggering Content⛔️, DomHwa!, sub reader, praise, spit kink, oral (giving), unprotected sex (wrap it before y’all tap it), cream pie, choking, manhandling, love sick obsessed Hwa, possessive Hwa, mentions of hurting a member, degradation, small dumbification. If I missed anything else let me know 👀👀.

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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He gripped your jaw lightly, the soft florescent lights in the bathroom shined off of his bottom mouthpiece, the silver almost blinding. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, the way his finger danced over your bottom lip sent goosebumps down your spine. How could someone look like an angel but have the actions of the devil?

“Open your mouth.”

You slowly open your mouth, tongue coming into his sight, making him smile. You were so obedient, you truly were a dream come true. He gripped your cheeks in a firm grasp. Moving your face side to side to show you while he wasn’t gripping you strongly he still had control over your movements. He lowered his face to the side of your neck, nose brushing against your pulse. He took a deep breath in, inhaling your scent. You slowly start to close your mouth, getting lost in the feeling of him being so close to you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah…didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth open?” His deep voice whispered in your ear, lips making your earlobe moist with how close he was.

You let out a small whine, opening your mouth again, letting your tongue hang out. He brings one of his gloved hands to your mouth. Putting two of his fingers into your mouth, you almost gagged at the leather taste but choked it down. Tears pool in the outer corner of your eyes. His lips brush over your ear again, lightly placing kisses all over it before nibbling on your lobe. You let out a loud exhale, it’s like Seonghwa had magic, you were clearly under a spell anytime he was near. Keeping his fingers still in your mouth, letting the spit pool at the corners of your mouth, just right when the drool is about to escape he brings his mouth to the corner of your lips, running his tongue along side.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, bringing his gloved hand up to his wet lips, he bites the tip of his glove pulling his hand out of it. You are in a trance, he’s watching you like you are his prey and he’s ready for any type of movement you make. Being in this small bathroom with him is intoxicating. You know he’s no good for you, yet you can’t leave him alone, he can’t leave you alone. He flashes that signature smirk across his face, the silver mouthpiece showing again. You tighten your legs together, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the wall. You shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be here. Yet you are, breathing like two feral animals. He moves in closer to your body, his hips knocking into your lower stomach. You can easily feel his hard on through his leather pants. Biting your lip you crack your eyes open to get a peak at him. There he is smiling at you like he’s the devil, like he owns you, because he does. No matter how far you run, no matter how much you run. You can’t escape this man. He’s just as addicted to you, as you are to him. He runs his hands over the side of your face, if lust wouldn’t have filled the room you would’ve thought it was a romantic gesture. He brings his hands up to your face, holding both sides.

“Everywhere you go, I will find you my love. Do you know how much I love you?” He whispers out in his deep voice.

Closing your eyes you try to lean your head back against the wall, trying to block out his words. He grips your face a little tighter, not too much to where it’ll hurt you but just enough you get reminded as to who is in charge, and it’s definitely not you. He pushes his hard on into you even more, the stimulation he gets from the gesture makes him let out a small groan. Rolling his head back, smirking, while letting the mouthpiece be on display. The light catches him once again, making him look godly in the light, even in this dingy scenery he still looks like someone you should worship. He rolls his head back forward slowly, you watch as the light travels up his face.

His hands come down to your waist, one hand crawling up under your shirt rubbing your hip. The other is starting to unbutton your pants. You let out a small whimper, it feels like your skin is being stung by a billion bees, everything around you is buzzing. It’s like you are close to reaching your peak of highness, right before you elope into the feeling.

“Seonghwa please…” you whisper out, your voice is so low if he wasn’t so close he would’ve missed your words.

“Please what..? What is it that you want?”

He moves his hand from your hip to wiggle your pants down your legs. Just as your pants drop to your ankles, he extends his hand out to help you step out of them. You let out a small whine, getting fed up with his games. He was moving too slow, you wanted him here, and you wanted him now. All your morals and beliefs have been abandoned right as your pants smacked the floor.

“I always do love when you whine, you make the prettiest sounds for me, you know that?” He whispered into your ear, fingers dancing over your clothed core. He was sick, he was sadistic, he was yours.

“Can you please just do something?”

Just as he was beginning to push on your clit from the outside of your panties you had to speak up, wanting to make him move faster.

“Do something or I will get Yunho to do it, I’ve been seeing the way he eyes me. I know he wan-.”

He roughly shoved his fingers against your clothed clit earning a loud moan from you. Your hands come up to clutch his leather jacket, trying to find some stability from the sudden shock wave of pleasure. Oh were you in for it now.

His other hand comes to clutch your throat, gripping it tightly at the sides stopping any leaving moans from your throat. He lets his signature smile grace his face again, that damn mouth piece making your heart swoon. He lowers his face to yours, just brushing his nose against yours.

“Don’t you ever bring up his name while I’m getting ready to fuck you again. Do you think he would want to handle your bratty ass mouth?”

He spits through gritted teeth, you clearly have pissed him off now.

“N-no..” you try your best to choke out with his grip on your throat. You bring your hands up to the collar of his leather coat clutching it tightly, your vision is starting to get black spots. Your pussy clenches at the power he has over you, enjoying the game of cat and mouse just as much as he does. You were just as, if not more fucked up then he was.

“I’m sorry Seonghwa, I’m sorry.” You manage to choke out while you continue to hold his jacket tightly. He loosens his grip slightly, you take in a deep breath of air. You can feel the blood rushing back, making your mouth water. You loved when Seonghwa would break you, it was a constant thrill.

Kicking your legs open slightly, the cool air smacks your inner thighs making you let out a small whimper. Grabbing the band of your panties he shoves them down, noticing the clear string of arousal that drags down your leg as he shuffles the panties down to your ankles. Letting out a small chuckle as he holds your hand to help you step out of them, grabbing the panties, scrunching the material in a ball he brings it to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply. Making his eyes roll back, the groan he lets out is so deep you swore you saw his chest slightly vibrate. He brings his tongue out, lapping at your leftover arousal on it. Everything about you was addicting to him.

“These are mine now, okay?” He groans out, running his hand over his bulge, cupping it firmly to relieve some pressure. You nod your head to awestruck to say anything to him. Stuffing the spit filled panties into the pocket of his leather jacket he looks at you like he’s going to swallow you whole, like he’s a predator the primal glint in his eyes makes your spine tingle. Shimming off his leather jacket he’s left standing in front of you with his leather pants, his black tank top and his biker boots. He looked like a cold glass of water on a hot, sweaty night. You wanted to drink him down.

He unbuttons his leather pants, you can clearly see his cock twitching in anticipation of it being free. Your eyes are glued to his crotch, waiting for his cock to be sprung out at any moment. Too enticed with the way he’s grabbing himself you miss the cocky grin that is plastered on his face. He walks closer to you, his leather pants now pressed against your skin.

“Get on your knees like the good girl I know you are and if you make me ask you twice I swear you won’t cum at all tonight.”

You quickly shimmy down to your knees, the tile is cold and uncomfortable but the way your pussy is throbbing between your legs, the way your mouth is watering you could care less. You look up at Seonghwa, ready to take whatever he gives you because that’s the type of person he is. You look up at him like you are kneeling before a God, the God, the God you want to worship everyday and every night. You open your mouth letting your tongue hang out, he groans at the sight of you. Wet lips, tongue out, so submissive, yet such a pain in the ass. He could never get tired of you. He shoves down his pants to his knees, letting his cock spring free, lightly smacking you in the face, the weight of his cock has your eyes twinkling with anticipation. He palms the top of your head making you look slightly up.

“I’m going to fuck your throat and then we will see if I’m going to fuck your wet cunt, yea?”

He says with a smirk, one hand gripping his cock, guiding it to your wet lips. He smears his pre cum all over your lips, hooking two of his fingers into your mouth to open you up further. Sliding his warm cock between your wet lips he lets out a hissing noise. He slides slowly to the back of your throat letting himself rest there while you let out a small choking noise.

“Breathe through your nose baby, breathe through your nose…fuck. Breath through it.”

He whispers out; head cocked back, eyes shut tightly. He felt like he was going to blow his load any minute, when it came to you and your warm ass mouth he was a minuteman. You ball your hands into fist, trying to control your breathing the best you could. Letting your tongue run all over the underside of his cock the best you could with a full mouth. He slowly slid his hips back causing you to let out a small choking gasp, intaking in as much air as you could before he stuffed it back down your throat in slow movements. He really was torturing you.

With his head still cocked to the ceiling, he starts to pick up his pace, every time his cock slides in the back of your throat you gag slightly but not as bad as when you started, starting to gain more confidence you try your best to hollow your cheeks so he feels the sides of you mouth. This sudden action causes his body to hunch over yours, the back of your head bumping the wall slightly, his hands are on the wall trying his best to hold himself up. Your gurgling sounds are making his toes clench in his leather boots. He’s taking deep breaths, slowly pulling his cock out past your lips, as the cool air hits his cock he smirks at you.

“Take in as much air as you can now because I’m not about to lighten up.”

You take in as much air as your lungs can hold, he pets the crown of your head lightly before lining himself back up with your mouth.

“You know what to do if you want me to stop.”

You nod your head and smile at him with your spit and pre cum covered lips. You tap his leg four times to show him you remember, he smiles down at you, your tongue sticks out, opening your mouth wide so you can take him in your mouth again. His eyes are locked onto yours. You look so breedable, so submissive under him, it’s driving him insane. He slowly enters your mouth again, as hit cock his the back of your throat, he gathers a wad of spit in his mouth, squeezing your cheeks, making your lips part more, he spits on top of his cock, watching it drip down all the way until it lands on your top lip, your eyes roll into the back of your head at his actions. Everything he did was so sinfully addicting, you couldn’t get enough. Pulling his hips back he starts to fuck your throat at a feverish pace, it’s clear he was chasing his own high, using your throat as if it was a disposable toy. Tossing his head back he grits his teeth, your hands fly up to his thighs trying your best to stabilize yourself. Your head slightly bumps into the wall which each thrust he takes. To cock drunk, mixed with the lack of air and the thumping on the back of your head, it felt like you were floating on cloud nine. One of his hands lowers to grip your scalp. He’s letting out a deep groan letting you know he’s close, he throws his body forward, his left arm laying against the wall to hold himself up. Warm spit is dripping down onto your thighs, the feeling of your spit possibly being mixed with his own spit and precum has your pussy clenching, the taste of his cock alone has your eyes rolling.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Seonghwa starts to chant out in breathy tones.

His hips buck into your mouth, sending you a sign he was about to release. You hollow your cheeks again, letting your tongue find the vein under his cock, trying your best to roll over it with very little space, Seonghwa bucks his hips up once more causing your head to smack a little harder into the wall, letting out a deep throaty groan as he grips your head tightly to keep you in place, your scalp burns but with the way his cum is shooting down your throat and warming your belly you could care less about the sting.

“Swallow it. You better fucking swallow it.” He breathes out with his forehead against the cool wall, his hands slips from off your scalp, now cradling the side of your face. He slowly pulls his still rock hard cock out of your mouth, a line of spit mixed with his cum is connecting to your lips. Tapping under your chin to signal you to open your mouth to make sure you swallowed him all. Opening your mouth, tongue sticking out, you proudly show him how you swallowed him all, a grin is plastered on his face. He grips his cock, smacking your tongue with it. The glint in his eyes, made your heart skip a beat, he looked so proud, so happy, he looked like he was on top of the world.

Reaching his hand out to help you up, you slightly wince as kneeling on the tile floor was a pain in the ass. As you stand he flips you around, your body making an impact with the wall. He puts his face in the crook of your sweaty neck, breathing you in, drinking you in. His hands come down to your ass, gripping both cheeks and giving them a small shake. Giving your right ass cheek a hard smack, your body lurches forward. You let out a wince at the sting, but it was slowly taken over by him rubbing his hand over the red mark that you sure was forming. You felt his hard cock brush up between your ass cheeks. Still wet with your spit, the contrast of his cool wet cock mixed with your now hot ass was making you see stars. He started to place wet kisses along your neck, sucking small marks into the skin, marking you claw at the wall. He wanted to mark you, no, he needed to mark you. He needed every man you walked by to know that you were spoken for.

“Seonghwa please…”

A smirk made its way across his face, he loved when you begged for him.

“Shhh…shhh…don’t I always end up giving you what you want? Such a spoiled brat.”

His fingers run through your soaking folds, arousal dripping heavy from your cunt spreading between your thighs. His thumb finds your clit stroking it slowly. Causing your hips to buck back into him, his cock pressing harder between your ass cheeks. Small whines leave your throat. He was driving you insane, his slow movements were breaking you down, just like he wanted. His other hand makes its way to the front of your throat. Giving it a small squeeze, pulling his hand from your clit, he presses his pointer finger to his thumb and spreads them, watching the way your stickiness stretches on his fingers. You wiggle your hips, causing his cock to get further lodged between your ass cheeks. Groaning he slips his fingers into his mouth, tongue flicking back and forth trying to soak in your taste. Tears brim your eyes, you are so frustrated at his slow movements you feel like you are going to burst. Small whines leave your mouth.

Smacking your ass likely he starts rubbing his cock on your soaking cunt. Gliding between the lips, giving your clit a small nudge, sending electricity through you. You arch your back further trying to feel all of him.

He licks a stripe up the side of your throat, he eases his hips back looking down proudly at the wetness of his cock from your cunt. He eases himself into your fluttering hole, pausing every couple of seconds trying not to lose all control and slam into you. The sudden movement makes you toss your head back, feeling the fire in your loins start to burn hot.

“Seonghwa..” you whimper out, your cunt clenched around him. He lets out a hiss, gripping your hips grounding himself.

“If you keep clenching around me baby I’m going to cum, and that wouldn’t be fair to you would it.”

He whispers in your ear as he kisses your neck, one of his hands comes down to the front of you, applying pressure to your clit. Causing you to gasp, your body warms with a hot flash. He pulls out before slamming back into you, his hips seem like they have a mind of their own. Jolting forward your chest now crushing against the wall, you swear you are seeing heaven with the way he’s slamming into you. Your stifled moans become unhinged, your mouth hanging open while he slams his wet cock in and out of you. Eyes fluttering to the back of your head, his hot hand on your hip, while the other plays with your clit has you ascending into another realm. His hand comes off your hip and wraps around your throat, his body bucks up more, shoving you harder against the wall so all your weight is being placed on him and his fluid moving hips. The wall is what’s holding you up now, all it would take is for Seonghwa to step back and you’d fall on the ground, he’s got you caged into him, just like the prey you are.

His hand placed on the front of your throat, giving it a squeeze making you toss your head back against his shoulder. His hand around your throat, making you arch further into him, bringing you closer, a smile is painted on his face. Cock still slamming in and out of you, squelching noises are bouncing off the walls in the room, if anyone has passed by they would know for sure what you both were up to. His hand squeezes a bit tighter, your hands coming up to help stabilize yourself against the wall. Loud moans are ringing out of your mouth, you feel his thick cock pulse in your gummy walls, the thick vein that runs under his cock is throbbing bringing a different kind of heat to your body. Seonghwa was always so addicting, everything about him was enchanting. He was not only the apple tree in the garden, he was also the serpent waiting for you to sin, waiting for you to take that bite, which you foolishly did everytime.

“You still want Yunho to fuck this pussy of yours baby?” He grits out into your ear, his anger from earlier still fueling his motions. His grip on your throat loosens, he wants to hear that pretty voice of yours. To cock dumb you babble out a bunch of nonsense. Not satisfying him he draws his hips out now pounding into you harder, with a much slower pace. Causing your toes to curl.

“N-no. No Seonghwa, please.”

He smirks, a small chuckle coming from his lips.

“I thought you wanted Yunho? Isn’t that what you said? Yunho could come in here and fuck you? You think he’d want you after I’ve had you?”

He bites your earlobe, still going at a hard, slow pace. The sounds of his groin smacking into your ass were music on its own. The squelching noise from him driving his thick cock into your cunt was a symphony. You start to feel that small fire burn brighter in your body.

You choke on a sob, the pleasure in your body is building up, your legs start to tremble. His possessiveness over you always pushed you to the edge of heaven.

“Don’t you know how much I love you baby? I’d hurt Yunho if he looked at you. That’s what you want though? Isn’t it? You want me to hurt him in front of you so he gets it through his thick skull that you are spoken for.”

He makes you arch your back farther, so he can get a glimpse of your face. The new position makes him hit spots in your cunt that you never knew existed. You claw at the wall, trying to find some way of grounding yourself. His other hand snatches your arms off the wall pinning them to your body so you and the wall become one. His hips ground into you, making your body hike up the wall with each harsh thrust. His body contouring with yours. You felt every inch of him, every vein, every drip of sweat.

“You like to see me spiral out of control don’t you? You like to be the reason why I spiral out of control because you know I can’t live without you. I’d kill anyone for looking at you wrong. You like that though don’t you?”

Your pussy clenches at his words because it’s true, you love that he’s obsessed with you, you love that he would travel to the ends of the time if it meant you were on the other end of it, he worshiped the ground you walked on. While you were busy trying not to be tempted by him, he was too busy praising you like a goddess. You were just as sick in the mind as he was. Two toxic love smitten fools. Your eyes crack open so you can get a glance at him, a wicked grin plastered on his face, his silver grill twinkling in shitty bathroom light. His eyes were filled with burning embers, just waiting to be ignited. A smirk plastered your face. Bringing his lips down to yours he nips at your lower lip, causing you to let out a loud moan.

His cock still pistoning into you, your arousal now running down your inner thighs, your high quickly approaching as well as Seonghwas. Sliding your tongue into his mouth you dance your tongue across his silver grill, loving the way it looked on him, before clashing both of your tongues, it was always a battle of dominance anytime you both were kissing. His hand letting go of your arms, crushing you even further into the wall, he strums your clit with his hand like he’s playing the harp, like he’s trying to have your cunt play an even louder melody then the one that is playing every time he thrusts into you. Your legs start to shake, you bite his tongue, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to make him let out a small moan. Moving his thumb from your clit he hikes up your right leg so he can pound into you even further, he was going to make sure you felt him in your stomach, he always wanted to ruin you so if anyone came after him your body would permanently only know him and him only.

With your leg hiked up, your pussy clenches, legs full on shaking, his mouth still on yours. Nothing but teeth and tongue into the kiss, you let out a small squeak before your back arches even harder against Seonghwa, your walls around him clenching hard he stopped his movements to bask in the feeling, he wanted, no, needed to feel you suck him dry, this causing him to reach his tipping point, his thighs clench as he shoots his warm sticky load deep into you, making sure his cum reached your womb. Loud breaths and hot air fill the small bathroom. He slowly puts your leg on the floor, your forehead is against the wall, he sticks his head in between your neck and shoulder, both struggling to catch your breath. He pressed a soft kiss against your hickey covered neck. His hands now rubbing your ass cheeks to rub out the constant friction that was from his groin smacking into you.

“I love you my star. I love you so much.” He whispers into your neck, placing small kisses on it.

You smile, pushing your body closer to his, a small breath leaves your mouth.

“I love you even more, my light.” You reply to him with a hoarse voice. Throat dry from all the moaning.

He pulls his softening cock out of your sore pussy. You let out a small whimper, grabbing your body so you don’t fall to the ground. He eases you off of the wall. Your legs instantly buckle. You let out a small laugh as you feel his cum start to ooze slowly out of your hole. He sits you up on the counter, grabbing some tissues to clean you up the best way he can before he takes you home with him.

“What’s so funny my love?” He says while concentrating on cleaning you up properly. Looking up at you from between your legs. You smile lovingly at him. Your hand coming up to brush back some of his black hair that had fallen limp due to his hair gel being sweated out.

“I just am reminiscing about the first time I saw you on your motorcycle, in the same leather coat. Perched up against your motorcycle is all.”

You slowly rub small circles on his chin, the lustful energy that was once present in the room now simmered out. A grin plastered his face, he carefully put your legs into your pants. Hiking them up to your thighs, making sure he handled you tenderly while placing your clothes back on. His big eyes look up at you, round, dark and full of secrets. Those eyes were dangerous, but when he looked at you like this…it always made your heart beat faster. Those same eyes that held so much emotion, so much passion, with a gaze that could kill a man are the same eyes that look at you so tenderly. He places a soft kiss on your thighs before helping you get down from the counter so he could pull your pants over your ass.

“I knew once I saw you walk into Yunho and Jonghos auto shop that you were the one for me.”

He buttons your pants, cleaning himself up quickly while you place your shoes back on. Tucking himself away into his leather pants, tossing on his leather coat. He notices you glancing at him in the reflection of the mirror. Turning around he places his hands on your hips, pulling you close to him. You let out a small giggle. The world was turning to shit, you were in love with one of the most wanted men in the world, everything about this was toxic and a bad idea.

“Come on, let's go.” He places his gloves back on, grabbing your hand and leading you out the bathroom. You follow behind him obediently.

You pass through the dark hallway, hand still tight in his. As you both are exiting Jongho speaks out before you can close the shop door.

“Guys please stop hooking up in the bathroom.” He whines out. Stomping his foot a little bit.

Seonghwa chuckles and pushes you to move out the shop door first. Reaching in his pocket he tosses your panties at Jongho.

“Here’s a reward for having to clean up the mess, don’t go to crazy Jjong.”

With that Seonghwa shuts the shop door behind him. You are already leaning against the back of his bike. A smirk coming across his face, hours have past the moonlight is shining extra bright tonight. As he walks closer to you his smirk gets bigger, resulting in the moonlight shining on his silver mouthpiece once again. His hands settle on your hips before he softly kisses you once more. Throwing one of his long legs over the bike grounding himself. You climb on the back wrapping

your arms around his thin waist.

“Ready to go home?”

Was this a bad idea? Of course. Did you care? No. Because even though he was a red flag, all you saw was the color pink when it came to Park Seonghwa.

🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

Authors Note: Listen…idk about y’all but Hwa with that grill in makes me want to get on my knees and thank who ever styled him in such a way. But this is my very first smut fic EVER…What y’all think👀? My hands were SWEATINGGGG like crazy typing this out bc i was so nervous. I know I can’t be the only person going absolutely crazy over Outlaw biker Seonghwa. The man needs to come with a warning label, especially with his grill in, he’s got me ready to tackle him. Anyways I hope you all enjoy😚💕

DO NOT REPOST.

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merlucide · 4 days

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BLLK BOYS “ICKS”

notes: no way… is merlucide actually doing smth other than shitposts and reblogging?! Tryna get back into the swing ig 🥲🙏

characters: Rin, Reo, Bachira, Oliver, Sendou, Kaiser, Otoya

warnings: none? // pls don’t take this seriously okay 💀

ITOSHI RIN

HE LITERALLY IS “I’m not like other girls”

In the summer he exclusively wears Flipflops

he scoffs at minor inconveniences

MIKAGE REO

If someone mispronounces his name he quickly corrects them “Its actually-“

He swirls his drink around like its wine (it’s a school milk carton)

BACHIRA MEGURU

so oblivious to how he eats- like food all over his face.

doesn’t wear socks with his slides

forgets to put on deodorant

AIKU OLIVER

he literally is “Ah noo don’t kill yourself you’re too sexy aha”

Licks/bites his lips sm.

he’s kinda like those TikTok pick me boys

If a woman gets mad at him he’ll go “Jeez didn’t know you were on your period”

SENDOU SHUTO

puts chapstick on in a circle 😭

If there’s ever a dance circle he’s on the outside trying to get in but missing his chance every time

eats ice cream with a fork

KAISER MICHEAL

when he bumps into walls he hits them ‘back’ (me too, me too)

sleeps with socks on

coughs into his fist

has one playlist

OTOYA EITA

When only wears baseball hats backwards. You don’t look cool Otoya.

Calls women females (same for Oliver)

Sleeps with only one pillow

Owns at least two “I love MILF’s” shirts

Refers to himself as “The Rizzler”

Says “fire” and “cap”

He Justin Bieber poses.

Doesn’t know how to properly eat spaghetti (TWIST THE FRICKING FORK?!)

Reeks of Axe body spray

Identifies as a Top G.

Does 3 in 1 body shampoo/conditioner/body wash

Says “Yeet”

Chugs his water and releases the most overdramatic “AH”

Whenever a girl rejects him he says stuff like “You should be glad Im even considering dating you” or “You’re ugly anyway”

Has a “Saturday is for the boys” flag in his room

Thinks women are hairless

Says “Gyatt”

Doesn’t tip

He is those boys in school that swear they aren’t gay

IM GONNA TRY TO BE MOTIVATED NOW..!

made May 17th 2024

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 23 days

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May I ask why you dislike Malleus so much?

[My TWST character tier list is here.]

[For context on why I dislike Malleus: here and here!]

Many of the reasons previously cited above are still applicable presently (though some points may be outdated since those posts were written before book 7). In this post, I will mostly be focusing on why my thoughts on Malleus have not changed despite the new added content of book 7.

I ramble on for a bit, so I put my thoughts below the cut! Ah—but before you read, please be aware that these are my opinions and not meant to be disparaging to any Malleus likers out there.

Me disliking him should not take away any of your joy!! Go out there and love him for me ^^

A lot of the things happening in book 7 were a long time coming, so really I felt as though Malleus finally “losing it” was affirming of all the red flags from before. Since day 1, his loneliness, aloofness, and awkwardness around his peers were key traits of his. What book 7 does is it magnifies the darkest aspects of his character.

We’ve seen several examples when Malleus has fits of rage and his power flares out of control or he at least threatens it. In Glorious Masquerade, he becomes enraged at the realization that the invitation he received was a false one. In A Firelit Sky, he insinuates that he would be upset if people questioned his presence for the trip. He crushes Lilia’s phone in his own Dorm Uniform vignettes, destroying a friend’s belonging because he was upset about not being invited to an occasion. In book 7, we see a flashback of Malleus freezing the whole castle as a child because his grandmother, overtaken by her duties, could no longer dine with him as promised. Malleus’s temper has been a persistent issue since childhood.

We’ve also seen him act callously toward his classmates and misuse magic to force his will upon them. Remember him stopping time during Endless Halloween Night? How he wanted some ghosts to enjoy themselves instead of missing out on being with everyone for the holiday? Now he’s stopping time in book 7 and keeping everyone in their happy dreams forever. Remember how (in his Dorm Uniform vignettes) Malleus thought it would be easier to make the other dorm leaders come to him instead of him coming to them for their meeting? So then he disregards their autonomy and casts magic that’s normally cast on objects on living beings (something which the other dorm leaders take offense to, as it is dehumanizing). He fails to consider their perspective when he returns to Diasomnia (he basically goes, “well, I wouldn’t have been mad if they cast that spell on me!”). Malleus learns nothing from the experience despite Lilia trying to tell him over and over to be more considerate of others and how different they are from him. Now we have Malleus relating his peers to a virtual pet that he never ever wants to leave him.

Malleus can be stubborn and arrogant. He has a very single-minded way of thinking and often does not consider others’ feelings before he makes the decision for them. Malleus can be insecure. He doesn’t even fully realize he is lonely until Yuu suggests it in book 7, but he’s capable of acting on his bouts of intense emotion. He has always had these flaws, and now they are being brought out in full; we’re being forced to confront OB Malleus and all the complicated, twisting feelings of abandonment that come with him.

Let’s make one thing very clear: I don’t take issue with the overblot boys in general; they are meant to be morally grey characters that act in dubious ways. It would be insincere for me to claim “I dislike Malleus because he did bad things!” News flash, many TWST characters have done bad things or at least questionable things that would give you pause. What separates Malleus from the others and makes him egregious enough to earn significant ire from me is the particular actions he takes (which triggers a personal disdain of mine).

Malleus consistently exerts a scary amount of control over others. This is not a new idea; Riddle and Vil are also notorious for being oppressive or controlling, and I’ll be the first to admit that. (You’ll note that those two are low on my tier list too.) The thing is, Riddle and Vil were very overt and open about their demands for obedience. Malleus can be too, but it’s so insidious how he acts within the dreams. He ignores people’s autonomy, gaslights others, and, again, acts like he knows what’s best for them 💀 Other characters have done these things too, but never to the same scale or by exerting this much power. Malleus then resorts to violence when his lies don’t work, even though he’s fully aware of the power disparity between him and his peers. It feels particularly scummy to me because of how Malleus frames his selfish actions and feelings (his wish for Lilia to not leave) as selfless (for the benefit of his peers) and something everyone else would want in order to justify it to himself 💦 I know he is in (or bordering on) overblot so he wasn’t thinking rationally at that point, plus the fact that many examples I listed come from events or vignettes which may not be canon to the main story timeline. Still, there is a concerning pattern of behavior with Malleus misusing his powers or not being considerate of others and failing to grow from those mistakes. You can only go “oopsie” so many times before you harm someone by accident. I expect people to learn their lesson by then and adopt some proper restraint. He keeps claiming his intentions are good as if that’s supposed to dismiss any harm that results from his actions??? No, his actions still harmed people and he has to deal with the consequences of them, not have them hand-waved away or excused. The behavior I’m witnessing is reminiscent of like… having a toxic friend that is constantly told “hey, what you’re doing/saying makes me feel uncomfortable; do you think you could dial it back?” and the friend tells you they’ll try but then never actually changes their behavior or defends their behavior with “I didn’t mean to, so therefore I did not actually harm anyone”.

You can give me a backstory, but a backstory only goes so far as explaining why he is the way he is; it does not excuse him at all. You can say “He’s a fairy! He’s sheltered!” until the cows come home, but when he relies on magic to quickly fix the problems he caused instead of stopping to genuinely reflect on why people are mad at him, it’s hard for me to sympathize. Because of his immense power and status, the only person that can reasonably hold Malleus accountable is himself, and he has not demonstrated to me that he can do that.

Book 7 is essentially the payoff for allllll the tropes and traits I never liked to begin with coming into fruition. That’s why Malleus has stayed where he is in my TWST character ranking. I did not expect the writing, no matter how good or tear-jerking, to change that. Until Malleus shows that he’s fully apologetic, recognizes the error of his ways, and consciously tries to connect with others and understand their perspectives, he’s staying squarely where he is.

Am I saying a character with flaws is a bad thing? No, absolutely not! Flaws are what make a character interesting, I’m not faulting Malleus or any other characters for having them. Am I saying that he is poorly written? No, I think Malleus is actually quite a complex character and he’s been really fascinating to follow. I love the emotional complexity of book 7–and it was so clever how the devs related his virtual pet to wishing for happily ever afters for people in his real life. This magnitude of danger is also just about what I expect of book 7 and the themes of togetherness that TWST was angling for from the start. But the fact remains unchanged that I perceive his attitude as irritating at best and reprehensible at worst.

My distaste for Malleus is based entirely on my own views and life experiences. The specific flaws Malleus has and how he acts because of them don’t sit well with me and the kinds of things I enjoy in fiction. It’s not anything deeper than that!

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #book 7 spoilers #notes from the writing raven #question #Riddle Rosehearts #Vil Schoenheit #Lilia Vanrouge #a firelit sky spoilers #glorious masquerade spoilers #malleus dorm uniform vignette spoilers #endless halloween night spoilers #Yuu

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