#also if it’s the fluff you like? bugs can be fuzzy!!!

[mister-heart]

I know I’m definitely a hater but I can’t stand when a character’s species is based off a bug or a fish and people give them paws and cat-like attributes.

[mncxbe]

i'm such a sucker for the one bed trope I blushed so hard😳 hope u like it nonnie♡

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oh no... there's only one bed♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ fluff // tw? rougher sex in aku's part also briefly proofread

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

Due to Ada's limited budget the two of you had to share a room during a mission in another town. When you opened the door and see the king size bed in the middle of the room your heart sunk.

"My, my guess we have to share a bed bella" he commented, playfully nudging your arm and you can barely contain a desperate sigh.

Dazai knew you had a crush on him and was dead set on making you confess your feelings first. After all, his pride didn't allow him to just cave in.

That's how you ended up like that: his fingers knuckle deep inside you and your face buried in the crook of his neck. Your little pants and muffled moans bounced off the thin walls of the room as he slowly worked you open, the tips of his index and middle finger brushing against your sweet spot with each skillful curl.

"Keep it down, bella. I believe president Fukuzawa and Ranpo are in the room next to us. You wouldn't want them to hear how needy you are, right?" he teased, pressing his thumb against your neglected clit and you had to bite down on his shirt to drown your lewd moans.

The feeling was intoxicating; the exhaustion brought on by your mission that day paired with the glass of wine you had for dinner made your brain fuzzy. You limbs felt heavy as if you were melting into him and the way he curled his fingers into you was just delicious.

When you finally took a deep breath in his musky scent reached your nose, making your mushy walls flutter around his fingers as you let out a helpless whimper.

"So, wanna admit you like me now? I'll let you cum if you do" he pressed, hot breath dripping all over your cheeks and you nodded.

"Yea, I like you a lot please don't stop now"

"I knew it 'donna. No woman can resist my charm"

His comment only aggravated you further; yes, you did like him, but that attitude of his was starting to get on your nerves. Hooking a fingers under the wristband of his slacks you dipped your hand lower and ran your fingertips along his throbbing erection, making him shudder.

A satisfied hum rolled past your lips upon witnessing his reaction and you started trailing wet, open mouth kisses along the expanse of his neck "Seems like you can't resist me either, Dazai"

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂

Chuuya glanced at the clock on the nightstand; its thin, fluorescent hands angled slightly to the right. 2.10 a.m and he was still as restless as he was four hours ago when he went to bed with you.

The events that took place that day kept bugging him, replaying on and on in his mind like scenes from an old picture movie. After a most bothersome trip to the hotel the two of you made it to the event on time- some meeting he was supposed to attend in the name of the Port Mafia; with you as his plus one.

Making it through dinner would've been easier if you hadn't been there to distract him from every conversation he tried to engage in. You, all dolled up in your prettiest dress with that picture perfect smile that made his heart swell.

Even now as you laid in bed next to him, tucked snugly under the covers, Chuuya couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling that took over him. Despite the late hour he was alert, your mere presence acting like a shot of espresso. He tried his best not to touch you in any way but you seemed to instinctively drift closer to him in your sleep.

Your warm, cherry wine breath fanned over his cheeks; your bodies so close he could make out the tiny little pieces of mascara that dusted your cheekbones. He gently swiped his thumb along your cheek tracing the outline of your face and you hummed softly. His breath stuck in his throat when you leaned into his touch, leaving him paralysed.

As if sensing the shift in his attitude you slowly woke up, peering at him through half-lidded eyes. "Chuu what time is it?" you mumbled in a low, sleepy voice that snapped him out of his trance.

"Around 2 a.m. You can go back to sleep" he said plainly, hastly removing his hand from your cheek; his fingertips aching at the loss of your touch.

You yawned, shifting impossibly closer to him "Why're you still up? Had a bad dream?". Chuuya only hummed in response, trying to ignore the growing tension in his muscles.

"Yea, something like that, but don't worry your pretty head about it". Mumbling a sleepy mkay you closed your eyes again as your fingers found his under the duvet. At first he tried to shake you off but you seemed drawn to him by some sort of magnetism, your fingertips sliding up his arm to the edge of his tshirt then back down, raising goosebumps in their way, your bare leg making its way between his.

Even in your half asleep state you were seeking out his closeness, his warmth and he couldn't deny you. Chuuya wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. A satisfied hum left your throat and he felt his body slowly relaxing. The effect you had on him never ceased to amaze him, one moment you were making his blood rush the other you acted like a sedative, a sweet narcotic numbing his mind, soothing his soul.

Chuuya knew he wouldn't be able to keep his feelings hidden for too long. Not anymore. But the way you so eagerly leaned into his touch as you whispered a sweet goodnight Chuu made him realize that maybe he didn't have to; because in the end you liked him too.

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

Akutagawa has had enough of your sly, teasing attitude. You taunted him all evening with suggestive looks, swaying your hips as you sauntered around the room in your pretty little shorts and tank top, deliberately pressing yourself against him when the two of you eventually went to bed.

"'m sorry Akutagawa it's just really cold in here" you justified but he knew what you were trying to do.

You were both aware of each other's feelings and for a while you waited for him to make the first move. But of course, the waiting was in vain, so you decided to... persuade him a little.

What you didn't expect was for him to suddenly push your face down into the cushy sheets and climb on top of you, his chest almost entirely pressed against your arched back as he pinned you down.

"This 's what you want, hm?" he scoffed, pulling your flimsy underwear to the side to reveal your soaked cunt. "Shit, you're dripping. You really are shameless aren't ya?" His fingers slid briefly along your slick folds before dipping inside you.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and instinctively circled your hips, trying to gain some sort of friction "Ryuu fhuk~" you babbled out, biting down on your finger but he wouldn't have it.

A harsh slap landed on your ass and you cried out a choked moan. "What a slut you are..." he spat, hot breath dripping onto your neck and cheeks. Coating his tip with your slick, he hastly lined himself up to your entrance before slamming inside you.

The stretch was borderline painful; Akutagawa left you little to no time to adjust to his length and immediately began thrusting inside you at a brutal pace. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the cramped room, the air growing hotter with each passing minute.

Akutagawa was on cloud nine, completely lost in the feeling of your pretty little cunt sucking him in. "Shit sweetheart you're so tight". Hooking a arm under your hip he flipped you over in one swift motion, his hands coming to rest on each side of your head as he panted heavily.

For a moment you held his cold gaze, watching it slowly melt into something sweet, a mixture of need and adoration. Little drops of sweat began to trickly down his charcoal strands and drip onto your chest as he resumed his punishing rhythm.

Your eyes rolled further back in your skull with each of his thrusts, the tip of his cock effortlessly kissing your sweet spot- and you smiled lewdly, a fucked out grin that almost made him cum on the spot.

"Ya know pretty girl I didn't know you were such a dumb slut when I fell for ya" he chuckled, his thrusts growing sloppier "It doesn't change a thing though I love you and this little cunt of yours". He pressed down on your clit lightly, causing your back to arch.

"There you go sweetie just cum need you gushing all over me" he panted, lowering his forehead against yours. Through batting lashes you could see the way he nipped at his bottom lip with each little moan and sigh, how his nose scrunched as the vicious coil in his loins snapped and he spurted his cum deep inside you.

With a choked whine you came too, velvety walls clamping down around him, milking him dry. His arms finally gave in and he collapsed beside you, breathing heavily.

It took you a while to fully process what just happened; the man you've had a crush on for years just gave you the best orgasm of your life. "So... I guess this means you like me, right?" you asked in a weak voice, earning a chuckle from him. Akutagawa's fingers laced with your damp hair, pulling you closer to place a chaste kiss to your forehead. "You bet I do"

[psblooms]

X O

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ enhypen hyung line x fem reader fluff works word count: 560 college au, their changes as new boyfriends with lyrics from romance: untold

heeseung ₊˚⊹ when you smile at me, even the impossible becomes possible

not a people pleaser until it came to you, not only would he drive to your place to kill a bug and try everything humanly possible to get something you want even if it is sold out or it was 4am. but he would also do his best to make you proud of him, if you share a class: be sure he is going to be top of the class, he always says you don't need to pay attention because he can explain to you later. he would drag you to every game he plays in the season because he claims you are his lucky charm and his achievements are yours, obviously, he wins, but he is always happier by seeing you smile and clap at him in the bleachers than the euphoric feeling of scoring.

jongseong ₊˚⊹ the only light in my sky, I'll give you my life

he claimed he would never be the type of boyfriend who was always near their partner, he always said he could separate his love life and friendship life. well, the moment he fell in love with you he thought you were the most amazing person he ever met he knew he had to talk about you in every single sentence he said. his friends were tired, and by the time he officially introduced you to them, they already knew your star sign. his life truly became even better by having you in it, he loved you and he loved that the other people he loved liked you too, even if he sometimes regretted the introduction now that you also knew his embarrassing stories.

jaeyun ₊˚⊹ crazy over you, baby let me hold you close

as a fan of routines, jake roommates were confused seeing him arrive later than usual with a dumb smile on his face, they were sure someone had switched jake overnight because of his weird antics being weirder than usual, until one day at midnight they heard him talking to a girl on the phone and they understood everything. well kinda, he was always an open guy so the fact that they never heard your name out of his mouth made their curiosity grow, ending in them following him and seeing an already kind guy be even nicer and borderline clingy with you. when they asked him about you and he started talking, boy do they regret giving him a chance to rant about how pretty and nice you were.

sunghoon ₊˚⊹ because it's you, I'm not afraid

sunghoon always knew the importance of honesty in relationships, and that was one of the reasons he tended to avoid it. it's not that he had a secret tragic past, but he always struggled opening up to people and expressing his feelings. but when the fuzzy feeling in his inside appeared every time he talked to you he knew he was willing to work out that issue for your sake. he was used to feeling uncomfortable after a disagreement because he felt like it was his fault, at the end of the day he was grateful to go through those with you, who were always so gentle and patient with him, taking him every step of the way until he was ready to talk to you about his feelings comfortably.

[atinylittlepain]

gif by @manny-jacinto

Baby Blue - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader/f!oc

joel miller masterlist

Joel loses a bet to Ellie and is forced to chaperone a dance in Jackson. He might not mind it as much when he sees that their pretty neighbor is also chaperoning.

warnings | 18+ light on the angst, heavy on fluff, SMUT

a/n | this can be read as a standalone or as a continuation of Sweetness, it's just fun either way :)

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Joel lost a bet. He had taken Ellie out to practice her shooting, lining up old cans as targets. She was getting a little too cocky about her aim, so he had upped the ante, moving the still-standing cans a few more yards away, stacking them in a pyramid. 

“If you’re so good, kid, I’d like to see you hit just that top can there.” He pointed out to the can on top of the stack. Ellie scoffed.

“Easy. You don’t think I can do it, old man?” He just shot her a look out of the corner of his eye, crossing his arms over his chest. Ellie was grinning.

“Do you bet I can’t do it?” She had caught him that day in a half-decent mood, so for once, he was game to play along.

“What’s your wager, kid?” She thought for a moment, before her eyes lit up wildly and she fixed him with a grin. Joel was suddenly a lot less interested in playing along.

“If I hit that can, you gotta sign up to chaperone the dance they’re throwing next week.” Joel actually groaned at that. When he had heard from Maria about their plan to host a makeshift prom for all the high-school-aged kids in the town, Joel had thought to himself that there might not be anything he missed less than the concept of a bunch of hormonal teenagers nervously fucking around in a humid gymnasium for a whole night. He had chaperoned one dance before, Sarah’s first and only homecoming, and his heart seized at the memory of how he almost blew a gasket watching Matthew Brown getting a little too handsy with his daughter. Needless to say, when they had asked at the next town meeting for adults to volunteer to chaperone, Joel had not offered his services up.

“Ellie, there’s gotta be something else. I’m not going anywhere near that dance.”

“Well if you’re so sure I’m gonna miss, what’s it matter anyways?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“And if you miss, what do I get?” 

“If I miss, I’ll stop bugging you about your very obvious crush on our neighbor.” Ellie hadn’t let up about the young woman next door, not since Joel’s fake birthday when she had helped Ellie bake that cake for him. What the girl didn’t know was that the pair had shared a kiss that night, but since then, Joel had been hopeless. He’d greet her whenever he saw her around, and they’d exchange a few nice words, but everytime he talked to her his brain went fuzzy with the memory of that night, and he’d yet to “make a move” as Ellie had been goading him to do ever since.

“Alright, kid. Let’s see what you got I guess.” They shook on it. Joel wasn’t really worried about it. Hell, he didn’t even think he could make that shot, and if it meant getting Ellie off his back about their pretty neighbor, he was game.

He had sorely underestimated the kid, which was why he found himself in the old Jackson rec center gymnasium on a Saturday night, watching a bunch of puberty-ridden children of the apocalypse dance with each other to old cassette tapes from the eighties. This certainly hadn’t been on his end-of-the-world bingo sheet. 

He leaned back against the cement wall, his eyes scanning the crowd for Ellie until he found her awkwardly dancing with Dina. At least he didn’t have to worry about Matthew Brown tonight. It was mostly other women chaperoning, and they had all given him weird looks when he came to volunteer. He had thought to himself that next time, he’d move the cans a lot further away.

But then he saw her on the other side of the gym, his lovely neighbor in an equally lovely light blue dress. The dress itself wasn’t anything special, a short-sleeved thing that fell at her shins, but on her, Joel reckoned it was still the prettiest thing he’d seen in at least the last twenty years. Her eyes met his from across the gym and she smiled brightly, already walking over towards him as Joel’s brain began to blare the oh shit alarm. She sidled up next to him, bumping her shoulder into his.

“Joel Miller, can’t say I was expecting to see you here. You lose a bet or something?” His eyes went wide as he looked at her. She just laughed.

“Sorry, I had to. Ellie told me.” He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. 

“That kid is gonna be the death of me.” She shrugged, offering him a grin.

“She’s certainly a spitfire, that one. You know, she always asks me if I’ve talked to you lately, always telling me that you’d like to see me.” Joel felt absolutely mortified, his eyes sweeping anywhere but towards her to hide his embarrassment. He caught Ellie’s gaze out of the crowd, and the girl looked so smug he’d like to dissolve into nothing on the spot. That damn kid. He shook his head, turning his attention back to his neighbor and trying to pull himself together. He cleared his throat.

“You, um, you look real nice.” Her smile started to ease the panicky feeling in his chest. She lightly swayed the skirt of her dress.

“Traded some of the tomatoes I’ve been growing this summer for it. Certainly not the same as what I wore to my own prom, but I guess it works for a chaperone.” He offered her a slight smile, rubbing the back of his neck and watching her smooth her hands down the skirt of her dress.

“Do you remember much of your own prom?” She laughed.

“Oh yeah. I wore this awful shiny purple dress and had matching butterfly clips in my hair. My date’s cufflink actually got stuck in one when he tried to pull a move in the back of the limo we rented, nearly scalped me he yanked so hard.” Joel couldn’t help the laugh that came out at that.

“Sounds memorable. I take it your date didn’t get too far in, uh, making his move?” She just let out a low whistle, shaking her head and swaying into his side again.

“What about you? Do you remember your prom?” He sighed, altogether liking the feeling of her shoulder continuing to brush into his too much.

“Hmm, I think mine was a little before your time. To be honest I don’t think we even made it to the dance, just ended up, uh, parking.” He blushed furiously as he got the words out, instantly regretting it. She just hummed.

“Wow, didn’t take you to be that kinda guy, Miller. I’m scandalized.” He could see by the smile threatening to creep onto her face that she was kidding. 

“Did you at least wear a suit?” He scoffed.

“Of course. Gotta wear a suit to prom. I wasn’t that much of a heathen.” She quirked her brow at him.

“What color?”

“Blue.” “Navy?” 

“Uh, not quite.”

“Like a royal blue then?” Joel just sighed, his shoes suddenly very interesting to him.

“No. You’re not telling me you wore a baby blue suit to prom are you?” He huffed.

“It was the 80s, alright? Everyone was wearing them, thought it was cool.” Her laugh was big and bubbling, eyes crinkling up as she looked at him in disbelief. She finally caught herself, resting her hand on his bicep and giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Joel. I just– never in a million years would I have pictured you in a baby blue suit and now I’m probably gonna be imagining it until the day I die.” He shook his head, not able to fight the smile breaking out at her delight in teasing him. He willed her to keep her hand on his arm, and she did, curling her fingers lightly and letting out a sigh.

“Laugh all you want, but my date thought I looked good that night.” She hummed, tilting her head up at him.

“I’ll buy that. But you look pretty good tonight too.” He choked on an inhale. He knew her flirting was entirely gratuitous, all he had on was a button down and jeans, the same thing he wore everyday. She leaned into his side.

“Whaddaya say, Miller. Will you be my prom date?” He let out a breathy laugh, feeling the blush creeping up his neck again. Maybe it was the sound of “the Cure” fizzing in the background, or the dizzy feeling he was getting watching the swish of the hem of her dress around her bare legs, but Joel finally decided to go for it. He tilted his head down to catch her gaze, a wry smile cracking across his face.

“I’m flattered, darlin. Thought you’d never ask.” The grin she gave him was her brightest yet, and Joel felt like he was melting on the spot.

They spent a while like that, leaning into each other against the back wall and snickering about nothing, lobbing flirtations back and forth. One of the other chaperones stopped by and slipped her a flask that they started passing between them, warmth quickly settling into both their features. Joel hadn’t felt this at ease in a long time, with her arm slung around his shoulders like they were the only two people in the room. She sighed resting her cheek on his arm as he glanced down at her.

“You know, even after he yanked my hair, my date still tried to make another move.” Joel scoffed but she just nodded.

“Mmhmm, he dragged me into the men’s bathroom, tried to get me to give him a handjob, pfft. I smacked him in the face and left right then and there, had to call my mom to come get me.” She laughed, but Joel wasn’t finding anything funny about it. Even though it had been at least two decades ago, and whoever this punk was had probably long been turned into a walking mushroom, Joel still briefly felt a twinge in his chest that he’d like to knock the guy’s lights out. He felt ridiculous, instead drawing his attention back to her and tentatively letting his hand wrap around her waist.

“That’s a really shitty prom memory.” And then, his tongue loosened by whatever they had been swigging from that flask, he said something way too bold.

“You wanna make a better one?” Her fingers stilled where they had been lightly playing with his shirt collar. She was just as shocked as him at his words, but she quickly caught herself, melting back into a smile.

“Well, depends who I’m making it with.” Joel was already slipping his hand into hers and turning heel to tug her along behind him out of the gym and into the hallway. Her breathy laugh of his name made his heart kick inside his chest. He was startled however, once they got out into the empty hall as she pulled him back towards her, tripping over his feet until they crashed together in a kiss. His hands quickly found purchase on her waist as she tugged him down by the hair at the nape of his neck. He couldn’t help the low groan that thrummed through his throat when she licked into his mouth. She pulled back with a wet click of spit, taking a big gasp of air. Joel’s knees felt weak at the sight of her, lips swollen and parted, chest heaving in her pretty blue dress. 

They were interrupted however, by the sound of chatter spilling out of the gym and into the hall. Joel’s eyes landed on another door, pulling her behind him and into what must have once been a supply closet. Luckily, when he flipped the lightswitch it worked, and they were back on each other in an instant, a tangle of tongues that was admittedly taking him right back to his highschool years. He walked her back until she was pressed up against the door, their hips slotting together, seeking more however they could get it. Her hands were grazing up and down his chest, sliding along the waist of his jeans in a way that was making him feel dizzy. His palms started to wander as well, from her waist down to the swell of her thighs, making her gasp when he squeezed the softness there before dipping around to her ass and he thought to himself that she was perfect in his hands. 

He was snapped out of the swimming reverie that was kissing her when he felt her fingers starting to work at his belt buckle. He was quick to take both her wrists in his hands, pinning them back against the door. She huffed at him and he could only breathily laugh at her frustrated expression

“Nuh-uh, darlin. This one’s gonna be all you, alright?” She smiled, her head lolled to one shoulder.

“We gonna go parking after this, prom date?” Joel grinned, already kneeling down in front of her.

“Something like that.” While he may have felt like he was back in highschool, he still had his very-much-not-teenaged knees and back to deal with and he was feeling it as he got down on the floor in front of her. He figured the pain would be worth it.

His palms gently curled around her ankles, skimming up along her calves and the backs of her thighs as he rucked up her dress along with him. Her breath hitched when his hands squeezed at her hips, not taking her eyes away from his as he thumbed at the band of her underwear.

“Is this ok?” She nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. He gave her hips a harsh squeeze that made her gasp.

“Need you to tell me, darlin, please.” She drew one of her hands to card through his hair, tugging lightly at the scalp to get him to tilt his head up towards her. Her eyes were blown wide, and she squirmed in his grip. Joel felt like his head was going to explode just looking at her.

“It’s good, Joel. I want it, want you, please.” It was all he needed to hear, laying an open-mouthed kiss to the top of one of her thighs before sliding her underwear down her legs and helping her step out of them on wobbly feet. He drew the hem of her dress back up and she seemed to get the hint, bunching it up in one fist to keep it out of the way for him. He let his mouth wander up the plush inside of her thigh, breath grazing over her cunt in a way that made her shiver in his grasp. When he dipped away, however, trailing down her other leg, she breathed out a long whine. At that, he let his teeth graze her skin, nipping just a bit unkindly at the softness.

“Patience, prom queen, I’m getting there.” She scoffed.

“Oh, I’m prom queen now?” She went to say something smart, but was cut off with a broken gasp when he finally dragged his tongue through her folds.

“I’d sure give you the crown, darlin.” With that, he dipped back into her heat, drawing his tongue up from her fluttering entrance to her clit and swiping over the bundle of nerves there. He could feel her thighs shaking where his rough palms were splayed, and he drew her one leg by the back of her knee over his shoulder to open her up even more to him. She keened into his mouth, sighing out soft curses mixed with his name as he worked her over. It wasn’t lost on Joel that it had been a long time since he had done anything like this, but judging from the way she was tugging on his hair and canting her hips into him he hadn’t lost his touch.

“Fuck, Joel– want m-more– please– need more.” He rested his cheek on the swell of her thigh, bringing a hand up and slipping two of his fingers into her tight heat. The moan she let out was more of a cry at that, and Joel’s head went swimmy again at the feeling of her clenching around his fingers.

“Want you to come for me, darlin. I know you can. You wanna come for me?” She nodded frantically at his goading words, and Joel dipped his face back between her legs to lick harsh stripes against her clit as his fingers continued to steadily pump her. He came up for air for a moment, watching her face scrunched in pleasure above him, the sight made his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Please, baby, come for me. Just let go, pretty.” It was all it took to send her over the edge, her hips jerking in his grip and her cunt pulsing around his fingers as he fucked her through it. She let out a few warbly gasps of his name, tugging his hair to get him to stop working her over through the sensitivity. He finally pulled away and she hissed as he helped her get her foot back on the ground, slumping back against the door and gazing down at him with a hazy smile, her dress fluttering back down around her legs. Joel stood with a groan, his knees screaming in protest but he was quickly distracted by her pulling him in by his collar for a stomach-churning kiss. She pulled away with a gasp, eyes searching his.

“Joel, wanna feel you please. Want you to fuck me.” He groaned at that, dipping his forehead to rest on her shoulder and shaking his head lightly. She stilled in his grasp, and when he looked up at her again, a worried look had settled over her face. He couldn’t help the disbelieving laugh that rumbled in his chest, that this woman standing before him actually wanted him that much. The furrow between her brow deepened, but he was quick to lay a kiss there, stroking the arc of her cheek with his thumb.

“I want you too– believe me. But I’ll be damned if the first time I have you is in a fucking supply closet.” She let out a wild laugh at that, her eyes crinkling up as she looked at him and a warmth melted through Joel’s chest at the sound. 

“You know, I thought you were kidding about the whole parking thing.” Joel grunted, stealing another kiss from her before guiding her out of the closet.

“Fuck parking, I’m gonna take you home, darlin, if that’s alright with you?” They were already walking out of the gym but she still squeezed his hand and shot him a wicked grin.

“Sounds good, prom date, lead the way.” 

When one of the chaperones checked the door that had been left ajar, they were only slightly horrified to find a pair of panties strewn on the supply closet floor.

[rookiesbookies]

Monster AU

Thank you to @shotmrmiller for helping me idea generate for this

Hc under the cut for 141+ Konig, Krueger, Alex Keller, and Keegan

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

General background for the AU:

When the blood of monsters was first found at ancient sites, the first thought the humans was: Can we bring them back. And when they couldnt, the second thought was: can we make ‘hybrid’ humans with the blood and will it give them special shit?

Long story short? It did. And so the race for the best and most monster/human soldiers was born

Some side effects were wanted. The speed, strength, the aggression, the dexterity.

Some side effects weren’t. Like the voices in the soldiers heads, the loss of life from incapability between a monster and a human, and the ruts, heat cycles, & craving to breed.

So the government hires what they call Operation: Darlings - a group dedicated to their monster infected lovers to keep them docile and content no matter what when they’re on base. Each given a year's supply of: military grade birth control, spermicidal lube, and condoms and one goal - be a monster's mate.

When wind of this got to other military companies, they did basically the exact same thing.

Price

Griffin. His beard now looks like furr now and less like hair. His muscles which were once covered in thin layers of fat, are now bare. The fat melted away. His wrinkles are now much lighter. His has more energy and is much less motion sick.

His eyes now have a predatory gaze. His nails are sharper like claws, and he’s much faster and more agile. His reflexes were much sharper.

With his darling he has the urge to scent her all the time. He loves nothing more than her warming his cock, his tight balls sitting on some chair as he rubs her hips while filling out paperwork. Cooing at how well she takes his fat cock.

His room is now full of pillows and blankets and baby proofy, he cant have his lionese accidentally getting hurt? Even if its just small bumps.

Soap

Phoenix. He now runs hot as an oven, everyone swears his skin glows, and he has this bad habit of insisting he needs random sticks. Every time he dies his injuries and infection turn to dust and fade off into the wind minutes to hours after and he walks away.

His nails are now just a bit more tough like talons and if he drinks alcohol or gas he can breathe fire.

He has this craving to sit in high place too, always has to have almost a perch to sit on above everyone.

When he gets his darling he has this urge to preen all the clothes she’s wearing off her like they’re dirt in her feathers. He makes little clicking noises at her and will fluff out his mohawk to get her attention, almost dying it red and orange and other bright colors because the phoenix voice demanded they had to be flamboyant and bright to truly keep a mate. Loves to rub his nose against her like a bird rubs its beak on things it loves, nuzzling into her especially if she’s nude.

He also craves nuts and seeds as a snack.

Ghost

Barghest. A bug black bad omen of death. Also has a skull face in some depictions. A big fuzzy stain in Yorkshire mythos. Simon immediately noticed how his hair on his head stayed its blond color but the rest of it (pubes, chest hair, happy trail) turned thicker and black as the night. In the dark he can see much better. He’s less sensitive to cold. And he craves raw meat.

For other physical differences he notices how his cock swells differently. His whole body leaned and slimmer. He runs faster, and endurance is significantly better.

He growls deep in his chest and uncontrollably when people try to touch his stuff. When he’s around his team he lets out a purr similar to that of a rottweiler.

He also notices he finds it harder to stay away during the day, as he prefers now to exist at night.

Gaz

Aswang. His teeth are now much sharper. His eyes now randomly bleed but not in a medical issue. His skin mow ashier than it normally would have been but that's fine. He’s more worried about the blood. His tongue is now long and snake-like, too long for his mouth and flat.

His body is leaner than before. Shoulders becoming broader. And his ears are slightly pointed. He’s also off put but his fingers got longer and his hands got stronger.

He hates how it’s voice hisses and whispers so loudly in the back of his mind. Never quiet.

Konig

Cthulhu. Of all his comrades who were chosen, he had some of the most physical change. Tendrils sprouted from his spine, his skin turned cold and the texture closer to a shark. His teeth all got a bit sharper, and his eyes became slightly better suited for seeing in the night. The worse his anxiety got the more tendrils littered his face and wings threatened to sprout from his back. The voice made the madness grow in his head, loud and ringing. His body was an impermeable surface. His fingers had grown a bit longer, more claw like. His voice got even more booming and he was always cold.

When he got his mate, his skin warmed. The voice of the monster that infected him calmed for the first few days. She didn't mind the odd texture of his skin or the tendrils that littered his body. She let her warmth seep through his body.

Krueger

Amarok. As seen in his tattoo on his back. He notices small things like thicker and darker hair on his body and the need to spend more time alone.

He notices his body get meatier, the muscles taking up more space. His hair is growing longer than he’d like, and much faster. He’s much stronger and much more durable, the usual overwhelming stain of the butt of a gun to the face now just a mild sting.

He growls from his throat when he is annoyed now, and is very off put by it because he never realizes when its happening. He has also grown a bit, not taller than Konig still but he is a least an inch and a half taller than he was. His arms now much wider and beefier, with a soft yet flattering layer on top.

He can now hear much better and he doesnt know if he likes it. If someone is fucking on base he can hear it all so now he has to constantly wear his shooting range headphones to hear how he did before the change.

Keegan

Minotaur. His body now gets too hot when under armor. He craves to suckle a tit like a calf and hide in darkness. His eyes are not adjusted well to the lights at all, he now has to constantly wear sunglasses. His nose is now a bit wet and leathery. His body now more easily builds muscle and the skin of his feet and hands thicker. His nails are stronger, like the human equivalent of hooves he guesses.

His breathing is now heavier, his body much heavier. He now stalks around instead of a natural walk. He craves meat, the monster wants him to consume human flesh but Keegan is satisfied with a steak.

Alex Keller

Hydra. He can grow back any lost limps and heal quickly. Only limp he cant grow back is the leg he already lost because he lost it pre-infection. Physically it changed very little, his eyes turn to slits in bright lights instead of small dots, he occasionally gets scales if his skin is extra dry, and he now had crazy sharp fangs for canines but not much changes.

He also hisses at threats and keeps building nests in dark places (his room with the lights off) with stolen blankets and pillows, pulling women into his room to show them hoping they compliment it as a sign of agreeing to mate.

When he gets his darling the little hydra voice in his head goes wild. She compliments the nest, doesn’t mind his painful love bites to stake claim, and most importantly doesn’t mind staying in the nest until the nest smells like her and she smells like him.

Also he has two dicks (human ones, not snakes), one on top of the other, upper one is slightly smaller.

[tommi3boy]

“I wouldn’t mind seeing your face here every once in a while.” | {SDV Harvey x gn! Reader}

Word count: 820

Warnings: minor injury, no name used

Pairing: Harvey x gn! reader

A/N: Farmers first interaction with Harvey, a little bit of corporate worker angst at the beginning but mostly fluff

“If you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change” grandpa’s letter wrote. Those words spoke true to your situation. The day-to-day of being a corporate slave has sucked all the emotion from your being. You craved something that would bring that spark back. However, trying to bring your grandpa’s land to its former glory has proven to be a major challenge.

You lay awake in the small cabin, your back aches, and you’re desperately trying not to itch the bug bites on your arms. You’d be kidding yourself if you acted like the tremendous amount of physical labor was fulfilling. There was no turning back though, you had to put faith in your grandpa’s action for gifting you this opportunity.

Your first batch of parsnips were finally ready to be dug up. This was a huge achievement in your book, feeling that spark of joy flutter in your chest. You set off to town, hoping to get a couple bucks off the parsnips at Pierre’s general store.

Pierre seemed kind of shocked that you managed to actually grow some produce at the farm. He applauded your hard work and was thrilled about getting some more fresh produce in the future. Such a friendly interaction had brought on more of that fuzzy feeling you had been missing.

While you were in town, you needed to grab some basic first aid tools to clean up your blistered hands.

Unfortunately, Pierre’s didn’t carry such things, so you were ushered to head next door to the clinic.

This was your first time in the clinic since moving. The man behind the counter was scribbling something on paper when you entered. He looked up at the sound of the door.

“Hello, are you by chance the new farmer in town.”

This guy was nothing like what you imagined the town doctor to look like. He was quite handsome to be honest.

“Yup I’m the new farmer, sorry for not coming by to introduce myself earlier; I’ve been pretty busy.”

“No worries, my name is Harvey, I’m the town’s one and only doctor. Is there anything I can help you with today?”

He had that friendly kind of expression where you could see more of his smile in his eyes than on his lips.

“Nice to meet you Harvey, I just need some first aid supplies to keep at the farm. I’m new to this whole lifestyle, so I’m kind of a hot mess right now.”

His expression change was very animated, maybe a little amused at your words but also a little worried.

“Oh my, I bet that’s been rough. I can definitely lend you a first aid kit. Since you’re here, why don’t I fix you up.”

“Are you sure? It’s just minor things, and I’m sure you must be busy being the only doctor in town.”

You looked over the counter and saw he was doodling airplanes on a piece of scrap paper.

“I don’t mind one bit; it’s my job to help after all”

You were sat down in a small room and watched Harvey put some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball to clean your blisters with.

“This might sting a little so bear with me.”

It sure did sting. Harvey was being really gentle about his care. He often looked up to see if you were making any sort of pained expression.

“So, what brought you to the valley? You said this was a new lifestyle for you; was there a sudden urge to become a farmer?”

You let out a small pained chuckle. “God I wish, I mean, it’s hard work but it’s satisfying. To be honest, I came to Stardew Valley on a whim, wanted a fresh start.”

“Ah I see, it’s a lovely town so I can see that sort of appeal. Try not to push yourself too hard though.”

You know he’s just saying that because it’s his job to care for the townsfolk’s health, but he seems really genuine with his words.

“I’ll make sure you don’t see me here too often,” you said jokingly.

“That’s the goal, but I wouldn’t mind seeing your face here every once in a while.”

Was that flirting? Maybe just friendliness, since this is a professional setting. You’re definitely a little flustered either way.

Harvey made a small care package of first aid items for you to take home. Your hands had some bandages on them, and he even went to the length of putting some ointment on your bug bites.

“Take care now farmer, and welcome to the town. I’ll be here if you ever need anything.”

“Thank you Harvey, you’re a really kind person.”

There was a little bit of rosiness in his smile when you left the clinic.

This new lifestyle of yours is really starting to pay off, you haven’t felt this kind of contentment in a long time.

[just-some-random-blogger]

When We Cross

There are those that prefer travelling with a partner, be it for companionship or their inability to ask for ketchup by themselves. To Pedro, that person was you.

Pedro Pascal x Reader | >700 | cw: fem!reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: im trying a new layout for the description and i cant tell if its ugly or im just too used what i normally do. oh well

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

You know what would be really nice? A sundae.

Pedro makes a mental note to bring this up after he's gotten to the meetup place.

He makes a sound as he walks down the block. It's a balmy day, nearing the borderline of sweltering. It was manageable to him though. He huffs as he thinks of how sweaty you'd probably be.

Pedro makes a face at the people walking in front of him.

Can these people walk any slower. Like, bro? I've got places to be.

He adjusts the straps of his bags as he overtakes the people in front of him.

He huffs as he reaches the end of the street. A grumble leaves his lips when the pedestrian light goes red the moment his feet touch the curb. The people he overtook are now behind him. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

Pedro brings his hands into his pocket. He pulls out his phone and takes a moment to look at his lockscreen. It's you and him. He can't help the way his lips curve at the sight of it. He really liked this photo. He liked that dress on you and the way you did your hair. He also liked the fact you were licking his cheek. Weirdo.

He licks his lips and tells himself not to think about that day too much, lest he combust on the sidewalk.

His phone dings in his hand: BRO WHERE ARE YOU?

Pedro presses the message quickly replies: almost there :P

Another ding: ?? you mean 😛

Another ding: also HURRY THE FUCK UP

Pedro does not reply and crosses the street instead. As he clutches his bag, his mind drifts to the healthy amount of times you and him crossed the street. He imagines the straps were your fingers in this moment. He feels fuzzy. It's not the same though. Why did you have to be so far away?

He weaves through the crowd and passes a bunch of people seated in the outdoor tables of a café, laughing their heads off. His eyes linger for a moment then he cringes.

Was everyone that loud in cafés? Us too? Geez.

Pedro makes sure his bag doesn't bump into a street light. In doing so, he turns right and catches sight of a drugstore. He thinks of the last time you went to a drugstore together. You raided their first aid section and bought all the cartoon band aids. And well, to be fair, there were only 3 boxes.

He chuckles to himself as he thinks about how you wore a whole purple band aid on your cheek as a pimple patch.

"Cute," he mutters as he watches where he steps on the pavement.

Finally, he's arrived.

He walks into the mall and immediately spots the impeccably impatient woman pacing around just by the entrance.

Pedro walks over to her, "I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry it took so long. These stupid fucks walk so slow."

"Yeah, it's totally not your fault that you woke up late at-"

"It was five minutes!"

"HA! You mean five hours!"

They begin to argue in Spanish. Eyes are rolled. Lips are pressed in annoyance.

"Whatever!" Pedro finally sasses, raising a hand.

She sasses back, "ugly," she grabs her carry on luggage and they begin to walk off. She motions to the department store on her left, "you should buy a bar."

Pedro glances where she points. He sees the chocolates on display then eyes her hotly.

She raises a brow and shrugs, "a reason to call."

"Quit it," he blurts.

"What?"

Pedro begins to get annoyed.

"You clearly need one, Pedrito."

"I said q uit it."

She groans, "just do it. If you didn't want to, you'd have changed your wallpaper by now."

"I did."

She scoffs and raises her palm in expectation.

Pedro turns away from his annoying sibling. He regrets loving her so much. If he didn't, maybe he'd have bolted and left her all by herself.

"Gimme it. Now," his sister snarls.

He rubs his moustache. She punches his arm.

He releases a breath. He gives her his phone even with the knowledge it will be extremely bad for him.

She opens it once its in her hands. She stops in her tracks when she sees the photo. Pedro manages two steps before he realizes this. He turns to his baby sister and she pouts.

She lowers the phone. Her brother really did change the wallpaper. It used to be a photo of you, now it's a photo of you and him. "Pedro..."

Pedro waits for her to say something more. She only frowns and repeats, "ay, Pedro."

He shrugs, " 's what it is."

She hands him back his phone. They keep walking.

[the-golden-comet]

✨OC Interview Tag✨

Thank you for the tag, @just-emis-blog ! 💖✨

Okay, lovelies: you want to see an ACTUAL cinnamon roll? Someone so sickeningly sweet it’ll rot your whole mouth out? Time to bring out the most wholesome goody goody I know: Tenshi, from Tenshito.

I found my concept sketches of him YEARS ago…oh boy he is DUE for a redesign 😰

@wyked-ao3 , heard you liked angels. You might like him too, @sunglasses-in-the-bentley . This dude is INCREDIBLY Pit-coded ✨

Okay, enough of that. Now that you’ve seen fluff incarnate, on with the interview~

Were you named after anyone?

Yes~! My name actually translates to “angel.” I have to thank my mom, Amaterasu, for that one!

When was the last time you cried?

I-I stepped on a bug yesterday, and it took thirty minutes for Ita to calm me down.

Do you have any kids?

Mmmmnope. I’m still young for a celestial. In human I’d be…20.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

H-Huh? I don’t think I even know how to….

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

OH! Usually if they make me feel all warm and fuzzy to be around. Ita does that all the time! He’s so warm and nice….oh! And he beat up these two criminals the first night I crashed down in Hokkaido, so I know I’m safe with him 💖

What is your eye color?

A shocking blue!! I was given the gift of lightning like Raiden, but I’m…haha….s-still not quite sure how to use it. It makes Ita very nervous…

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings!! Aaaaa, there was one time Ita turned on a scary movie and I couldn’t look up from his chest. I-I felt really embarrassed, but he was so kind about it. He let me snuggle up to him the rest of the night so I wouldn’t get nightmares. Funny, his whole face was so red….like a tomato! Haha….oh, I wonder if he wants me saying this….?

Any special talents?

Oh! I have my scepter! It can shoot a really cool lightning arc. I….may have caused a blackout in parts of Japan because of it….? D-Don’t tell my brothers….Mike will get FURIOUS….! I can also fly when I have my wings unfurled, but…for obvious reasons I can’t do that a lot, haha….~

Where were you born?

That part is still a mystery to me. I’m trying to find my mom for more answers, but it’s kind of hard to get in touch with a sun god…figures, huh?

Do you have any pets?

Umo!!! He’s my pet dove familiar. He’s actually how my brothers were able to send me letters, but he’s a good boy who didn’t tell them my location, nor did he let them put a tracker on him. I have seed for him whenever he visits, and if I can pull it off, we do a flight together 🕊️

What sort of sports do you play?

Uh….I don’t know, actually? Does flying count as a sport?

How tall are you?

164 centimeters~! ✨

What was your favorite subject in school?

Awww, I really didn’t like school, mainly because Mike was my teacher, and he’s STRICT. He made me learn all sorts of boring angel stuff like “don’t go to these dimensions” this or “don’t cross the rainbow bridge” that. However, I REALLY liked my Earth Studies. That’s…kind of the reason why I came here…heh.

What is your dream job?

OH!! Ita got me a part-time job working in a small library in Gaijin, and I LOVE it! It’s really quiet, but we get a little traffic since we’re next to a diner. When I’m not helping customers find books or sweeping the floor, my boss lets me read. There’s SO many cool things about Earth!! Did you know that you have separate cook books for jasmine rice and brown rice recipes? THAT’S AMAZING!!! ✨✨✨

Check your teeth for cavities. Tagging (no pressure): @autism-purgatory , @fortunatetragedy , @thatuselesshuman , @zackprincebooks , @pippinoftheshire , @finickyfelix , @justabigoldnerd , @lychhiker-writes , +open tag for whoever wants to join! ✨

[sehtoast]

Change in Routine (Homelander x OC)

no warnings, domestic fluff, sleeping in, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

@cozycornerevents | prompt: morning routine

Homelander is a creature of habit.  Same suits, same hairstyle, same soaps and scents– everything is the way it needs to be, and that includes his morning routine.  Even his days off used to follow the same ol’ structure.  At least, they used to.

Then along came a spider.

A particularly drowsy one at that.

“Ten more minutes…” the bug mumbles, pulling the blanket back up over his head to shield himself from the streams of light trickling in from the blinds.  They’d slept in Benjamin’s apartment rather than the penthouse– a decision Homelander was starting to find was his preference anyhow despite the major disruption to his routine.

By now, he’d be standing in front of the mirror shaving down any stubble that would chisel away at his perfect appearance.  Sure it was his day off, but he had an image to keep up with.  Next, he’d be wiggling into a fresh suit– something that also would not be happening as there were no such articles in Ben’s closet, only t-shirts and whatever pants were certainly too short for Homelander to borrow anyway.  And the time– god, the fucking time. It was already noon.  

Before Benjamin, Homelander would’ve been out and about hours ago. Practically when the sun first peeked over the horizon, he would’ve been on the go.  Doing this is so… unusual. The luxury of loafing around wasn’t one he was ever permitted to indulge in, especially not in the lab.

He hates the way the tingles of anxiety touch his mind from such conditioning.  

“C’mon, sleepyhead.” He coos, smoothing a hand up and down Ben’s back.  “We can’t sleep the whole day, right?”

“Underestimate me…” Ben replies weakly, nuzzling in closer to Homelander’s chest.  “Don’t you ever wanna just… I dunno, rot in bed for a day?  It’s soooooo good, I promise.”

Rot in bed, Homelander scoffs.  Apt words.

“Just have a nice lazy day…” Ben continues.  “With meeeeee~” 

He can hardly deny the temptation.  The bed is so cozy– unlike his own. Soft sheets and blankets with that odd, rough fuzzy texture Ben likes so much, which has not at all become a favorite of his own. Certainly not… 

Then there’s the hum of Ben’s desktop computer serving as the perfect white noise to distract him from the roar of the city.  The curtains keep the sun from attacking them full force, and that silly snuggly fool clings to him so sweetly, so perfect and trusting… His mind goes hazy for a second– or perhaps it’s his vision going blurry from that sickening little burst of emotion that hits him like a tidal wave.  When has he ever had this? 

When has anyone ever wanted him to stay, let alone asked him to?  When has he been desired for more than the perks of his affections and good behavior?  What advantage could Benjamin possibly get out of this?

Was there anything to gain other than just… time together?

A soft smile spreads across his face.  No, he thinks to himself.  It’s just that.  And isn’t that what he’s always wanted?  How he’s always wanted another to want him?

Suddenly the disruption to his morning routine isn’t so bad at all.

[ra9d011]

can you do something with vincent and rody from dead plate 😭😭😭

Absolutely 👍 Plus Manon is also in this!! Fandom: Dead Plate Genre/writing style: Headcannon, angst, & fluff TW: mentions of Cannibalism & ED

Rody is a decent singer and can play the guitar so he’d sometimes play and sing for or with Manon.

Manon tried to teach Rody how to dance but he’d always step on her feet so she gave up.

Vincent likes spicy food once in a while because like lemons, it burns/stings his tongue.

It was confirmed that Vincent ate bugs and other stuff when he was a kid so maybe he ate something he wasn’t supposed to and lost his sense of taste??

Rody had at least talked to Vincent, the other chefs, and to some customers about Manon 2 times a day. Maybe even more if Vincent doesn’t yell at him to get back to work!

Vincent has an Eating Disorder. His lost of taste ruined his appetite and desire to eat. What’s the point in eating if you can’t taste the food? Sometimes he only eats because he knows he has to and doesn’t wanna feel lightheaded or nauseous while at work.

Manon broke up with Rody because she couldn’t handle seeing him ruin his own life. She wanted him to stop relying on her so much so she left.

Vincent had no intention of eating Manon. Since people say they make their food with love, Vincent took that literally and killed Manon and tried feeding her to Rody since Rody still loved her.

A/N: Sorry this was short it’s 12 am where I am and my brain was a bit fuzzy 😴

[egginfroggin]

Day 5: Hobby

(In which Emmet makes a little accessory for one of his many, many Joltik)

(Can be read here on AO3)

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The tiny Joltik crawled over the skeins of yarn, arranged in a colorful pile in a basket beside the gray armchair. It chirped, squirming under a soft bundle of blue to poke out the other side.

“Do you like that one?”

It squeaked, starting to gnaw on the yarn.

“Ah, ah – please do not bite it,” Emmet said, putting down the crochet hook in his hands and gently picking up the Joltik and yarn, prying the two apart. “It is not a battery! It will hurt your stomach if you eat it.”

It squirmed, escaping his fingers and crawling up his sleeve. He bit back a ticklish giggle as the Joltik moved up his arm, the lump under his sleeve making its way to his shoulder and poking out of his collar.

“Why don’t you look at the buttons?” he said, rubbing the top of its head with a finger and picking up the assaulted ball of blue yarn with his other hand, unwinding a few inches.

The Joltik chittered at him and hopped to the arm of the chair, crawling back onto the table and past the basket of yarn to clamber into the opened tin of loose, miscellaneous buttons. The buttons rattled noisily against the walls of the tin as all but the Joltik’s fluffy puff of a tail vanished below them like some kind of fuzzy Sharpedo under ocean waves.

Satisfied that the Joltik would be distracted, Emmet picked up the crochet hook again and started to crochet a border of blue along the edge of the silver piece of crocheted yarn.

The buttons rattled next to him, giving a particularly loud burst of noise accompanied by an excited chirp as he finished the little piece, and the Joltik popped out with a button in its mandibles.

“Did you find one you like?”

Happy chirping met his question, and he held out his hand to accept the tiny green button.

“Ah! A verrrry good choice.”

The tiny bauble shone in the lamplight, a pretty shade of emerald, and he finished tying off the end of the yarn to rummage around for a needle and thread.

The Joltik returned to its perch on his shoulder, crawling excitedly around back and forth over his collar until he was done. He held up his hand to it, and it hopped onto his palm.

“Sit still, please,” he asked the little bug.

It did so, and he set the tiny crocheted hat onto its head, smile widening as he lifted the Joltik up a little higher.

“Perfect!”

It squeaked happily, little claws coming up to play with the edge of the hat, little blue eyes squinting shut in a cheerful Joltik smile.

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Rambling under the cut. Have a good day!

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I wasn't sure what to do for this one, honestly, and ended up tossing this together in like twenty-something minutes. It was rather relaxing to write something that was basically just aimless fluff, honestly.

I think I ended up just rolling two hobbies and some memories into a bundle to project onto Emmet.

I crochet from time to time, and started but never finished a bag that would have been silver edged with dark blue.

I also make tiny hats on occasion, by which I mean for my birds, though they're cobbled together from cardboard, glue, and paint. It is incredibly fun.

Finally, somewhere around here, there is a big, heavy pot that is full of containers of old buttons. I remember spending ages looking through them all when I was little. It was fun. They also smelled nice.

Anyway, this was fun. I hope you enjoyed this rare sighting of pure fluff from me. It is truly an anomaly, and a continuation of my angstless streak.

[awholelotofladybug]

After reading your Pack Leader ‘fic’, I was wondering if you could make an episode where the miraculous heroes turn into their inner wereanimals (Marinette = wereladybug, Adrien = werecat, etc.).

I’ll meet you in the middle with a scene.

Marinette was a bit stunned as she looked in the mirror. Her face and boody-shape remained human, but she had developed bug-like eyes and antennas. She had also developed red, form-fitting, bug-like armor with black spots, a pair of wings, and an extra set of arms.

“I really hope this is temporary. I don’t think the world is ready for a human-bug girl for a superhero.”

“I think you look b-b-b-beautiful in any form, princess.”

Marinette looked at Adien. He sported black fur from the neck-down, sharp claws on his hands and feel, cat ears, cat eyes, protruding fangs, and a tail. She smiled at him.

“Thanks, kitty. You’re super cute too.”

“You two got lucky,” said Chloe, “You don’t have a giant abdomen hanging out your backside. This thing is killing my back.”

They looked at Chloe. She looked a lot like Marinette, except her armor was yellow with black stripes and she sported a large abdomen with a stinger. She also sported a fuzzy collar around her neck, and puffs of fluff on her knees and elbows. 

“At least you guys have legs,” said Luka.

Luka had developed scaly skin and a snake-eyes. His legs were replaced with a long, snake-like “tail” that he used to slither around on.

“We should meet up with the others,” said Marinette. “See if we can get to the bottom of this.”

[misc-obeyme]

https://www.tumblr.com/misc-obeyme/731193426179227648

I know it's been a while since you reblogged the ask game above, but if you're still down I have a few questions for you!

9: What genre is your favourite to write?

17: Could you or could you not successfully pull of a murder (at least in theory)? (<- I understand if you'd rather leave this one unanswered for legal reasons lol)

30: What is, in your opinion, the greatest achievement that you have reached in writing?

Bonus if you feel like it: What is your favorite writing memory that you still look back on fondly?

-💚🌻

PS: I love your writing style so much & I can't wait to catch up on all your works I missed because life was keeping me too busy!! Got some real treats to look forward to these next few days, hehe <3

Hello there, anon! Is 💚🌻 your anon signature? I will add it to the list!

And no worries, I did reblog that a while back, but I'm happy to answer any questions at any time! Any ask game that I reblog, people can send me asks from it any time they like, even if it's been a while lol. I don't mind!

9: What genre is your favourite to write?

My favorite is fantasy without a doubt! That's one of the things I love about Obey Me, too, is that yeah we got a lot of romance happening, but they've also got ~magic~! And demons! And angels!! I'm so into that kind of thing. But when I write original works, it's always fantasy or some kind of fantasy/sci-fi mashup. I just really like worldbuilding and messing around with the possibility of things like magic. It's fun to see how stuff like that can change a story's plot. I also like how no matter how fantastical you get, people and their relationships still tend to work the same way.

17: Could you or could you not successfully pull of a murder (at least in theory)? (<- I understand if you'd rather leave this one unanswered for legal reasons lol)

Listen I might be concerned about answering this if I was at all competent lol. But the reality is that I can't even kill bugs, so murder is just not something I think I would be capable of to begin with. However, if we're considering whether or not I could get away with it, pretending that I was somehow able to commit one in the first place, I still think the answer would be most likely not. I think I'd feel so guilty about having killed someone that I would turn myself in, even if I had some amazing plan to get away with it.

30: What is, in your opinion, the greatest achievement that you have reached in writing?

Okay, well. I am nothing if not the ultimate cheeser. So while I might talk about awards I've won or projects I've finished, I honestly think the greatest achievement I've reached has been right here on this blog. Some of the reactions I've gotten to things I've posted are truly the highest of achievements. Because when I write, my goal is to make people feel something. So when they actually do, then I know I've written something that does what I set out to do. I think this is why I write fluff so much. Because I like making people feel warm and fuzzy. It makes me feel accomplished in a way that awards and such never really have.

Bonus if you feel like it: What is your favorite writing memory that you still look back on fondly?

When it comes to fanfiction, I would say it was the time I was writing Lord of the Rings fanfiction by hand in a spiral notebook and someone in my class was like "Are you writing about Arwen??" And then I had to explain that I was writing fanfiction and it was so embarrassing lol. This was many years ago but it makes me laugh now. I used to write by hand a lot, but I think that was the only time someone looked over my shoulder to see what I was writing.

For original works, it was the time I found my mom had kept almost the entire manuscript of the very first novel I ever wrote. I was fourteen when I wrote it and I printed out every chapter for her to read as I finished it. Years later, in my late twenties, she found it and gave it to me. I read it and oh my gosh it was so funny. But! It's missing the last couple of chapters and I sure don't remember how it ended lol!

writer ask game!

And also I'm so glad you love my writing style!! I hope you enjoy reading what you've missed and welcome back! <3

[pawfulofwaffles]

My designs :] This took like a week I think

Closeups in pairs

(the yawning gap above the shorter characters is because eeeeeerrr ummmm I thought it was a good idea to maintain height differences at first but it doesn’t really look good but I’m lazy and didn’t feel like cropping it) had to go on the website instead of the app to post this since the website lets u post more than ten o_0

Me yapping about each characters design below ⬇️

- Split has a bunch of spots on her pelt, like a banana.(spots are random right now, I’m trying to come up with actual placement I can remember. The spots on her shell aren’t random tho)

- Bive has a long thin tail with a tuft at the end, and patches and stitched up rips in her coat.

- Lampert has a star at the end of his chain(I swear I saw an artist that added this that inspired me to add it) and a plush body(like, if you cut him open he has stuffing)

- Gnarpy’s tail bulbs are shaped like stars, with the stingers on the point of them. Also, technically gnarpians hind legs are designed to be digitigrade, but when in their armor and boots, they walk plantigrade. Also also Gnarpian blood is purple and called glarzle.

- Gnarpy made Spud fluffy and gave him paws when xe experimented on him?? Idk man I just saw someone give him fluff and paws and was like “hell yeah” also the bottom of Spud’s shirt is tied

- Gregoriah has a short spaded tail.

- Pest has two pairs of arms and red paw pads, a short abdomen-like tail with two antennae extending from the base of his tail(there is a reason I give bug characters that but I’m not explaining it now), beetle wings(not visible, they’re under his sweatshirt), and a silky furred head.

- Poob has an animal nose, curly fur, star shaped paw pads, a color block hoodie, red sneakers with stars drawn onto them and red paw pad markings on the bottom of their sneakers, and a puffy tail. There is confetti caught in the curls on their head and in their tail.

- Infected has scene wear on. He also has freckles(BECAUSE I SAY SO!!1!) and curly dark brown hair. His snot and blood are pink and black checkered. The pins I added on his pants aren’t actually part of his design, I just wanted to add them lol but the pin on his beanie is part of the design

- You can only see the outline of Unpleasant unless something is covering/absorbed in his fur and hair. Most important thing to mention ig is that he has a large bushy tail. Also SHORT UNPLEASANT SUPREMACY IDGAF IF THEY’RE CANONICALLY TALLER THAN MOST PEOPLE

- DrRETRO is HUGE. The only one who’s taller than her is MR. She’s close to height with Wallter, but he’s slightly shorter. She has one a those doctor mirrors on her head, big eyes and a big mouth(her expressions are always exaggerated). She has a white doctor’s coat with a light blue-cyan undershirt, and a stethoscope. Her paw pads are green(unless about to use her killing laser, then they’re pink) and the metacarpal paw pad is a medical cross.

- Folly got a thin tail with tuft on end woooo also hooves that you cant see with the boots on

- Prototype has joints and silver metacarpal paw pads.

- Scag is scag I just wanted 2 draw her

- Pilby has green swirls on their cheeks, their hood is fuzzy, they have a fluffy body, and there’s a pink tuft on the end of their tail. Their handpaws have ribbons with bells around their wrists, and their hind paws have frills around them. Also they have paw pads and each paw has a different color (upper right is blue, upper left is pink, lower right is turquoise, lower left is green)

- Mach is pretty much the same too lol

- Jermbo is shaped kinda bowling pinnish since Buck is his son or something. Also I actually went to the og image and looked at other pictures of Takeru(the name of the cat used in Jermbo’s image) to know what his patterning looks like

- Reddy has a collar with his red tie, overalls, and cuffs on his wrists. There’s a rip on his left overall pant to reveal the bad state his left leg is in

- Wallter is pretty much the same but has cracks in his left upper arm, right thigh, and also technically on on his left thigh but it’s covered by a bandage

Mark has woodchip hair, a construction vest, multiple scars on his arms(from construction. Mainly.) and a bandage above the joint in his stand.

Why did I choose these guys but leave out other characters, like MR, Sarah, Emerson, or Enphoso? Either because 1. I haven’t fully figured out my design for them yet, or 2. I just don’t care enough about them.

[alwayscorvus]

Is it a date?

Is it a date?

Bronya Rand x malereader, fluff

-Could you talk with her?

-I don't know if this is the best idea…

-She'll listen to you for sure.

You looked at your sister with disapproval.

-Weren't you the one, who didn't question any of her statements, trusted her absolutely and declared that you would support her in any decision, because it would surely be the right one?

Seele rested one hand on her hip and almost rolled her eyes.

-But not when it comes to the well-being of Underworld

-I really don't want to pry… - you heavily breathed out.

You honestly preferred to stay away from politics matters. And even more from putting a pressure on Bronya.

-But are you sure that your tax requests in Underworld aren't perhaps a little-... exaggerated?

You were just leaning with your back on monumental wooden desk in Qlipoth Fort's office. Hesistant, every now and then, you were shifting your gaze from a window in front of you to your clasped hands.

Occasionally, you also sent Bronya some uncertain glances, trying to figure out her reaction. However, that only lasted for seconds.

Due to the lunch hour, you two were alone in the room. Bronya was sitting on a leather chair. Just several inches away from you.

Bright rays of sunlight were falling on her hair.

She was looking through some less important papers, about non-priority matters. Or at least that's how she described them when you were making sure if you could interrupt her.

-What do you mean? -she asked, without looking away from her work.

-Don't you think they are a bit... too high?

-Exactly the same as Overworld's people.

-Yes, people who didn't have economic crisis and could always find a source of work.

-You know I have no choice.

With a grimace on her face, she hinted to the matter of Belobog's debt. To money they had owed IPC for a long time.

That way she quickly ended the topic.

Bronya pushed herself away from the desk. Then stood up and walked to the wall with a spacious window.

She crossed her hands on her chest, gazing at the city in a distance.

-But okay. I can try to think it over - she added suddenly.

You immediately got up from your place.

-Ah thank you Bronya! You are the best, finally Seele will stop bugging me about it!

You moved towards her relieved and full of energy. Almost wanting to hug her on spot.

Although maybe your sister's situation wasn't the only one that made you happy. You were also kind of proud of yourself for being able to help your people by chance.

-I will repay you as soon as it will be possible! - you assured, wanting to close your deal and get over it.

Bronya, without much thought, chose her "reward". Truthfully, you rather expected something like a hand wave. Or saying that it wasn't a problem. But such a turn of events didn't bother you. You were even grateful that you weren't the only one who took advantage of your long friendship.

-You once promised me that you would take me on a picnic outside the city.

Suprised, you turned your head to the side and frowned. A slight blush appeared on girl's cheeks. She turned around even more. Now she was no longer just standing sideways to you, but actually with her back. She anxiously avoided your gaze, as well as your reaction.

-Isn't it a little too cold for that? -you asked unsurely.

-I can handle some cold

-Just don't feel disappointed - you clarified right away.

Currently frosted Jarilo-VI probably wasn't the best environment for picnics.

You were stepping briskly through the white, fuzzy Jarilo-VI's lands, climbing uphill. Bronya followed right behind you, only slightly further. Somehow a little bit shy and a little bit more dressed up than usual. Although, from what Seele once told you, Bronya always changed like that in front of you.

You blessed fate for at least a friendly weather. Today's day was one of nicer ones. Sunny and with a pleasant "summer breeze" in the air. Not too windy. Although not for long.

-Here we are! -you announced happily, though with a lacking confidence.

Rocky surface of the cliff apperaed to your view. Warm rays of sun had managed to melt a thin layer of snow that had fallen on it during the night. In the result, you were gifted with a small gap on which you could now spread a fluffy blanket. All the best for Supreme Guardian.

You hurriedly took care of laying out a picnic and taking things out of a wicker basket. In the same time, girl watched you with curiosity and affection.

When everything was ready you gave her a hand to help her take a seat. She accepted it out of habit and sat down on bent legs.

Her eyes lit up at the amount of food you had prepared by yourself, especially for her. Regardless of whether you were good at cooking or not. Bronya was extremely grateful for all the work you put into it.

You handed her a thermal mug of warm tea and she smiled slightly at this.

-Thank you -well mannered as always- It's really beautiful here.

You felt a stab of pride.

In front of you a view of a beautiful, snow-white landscape took place. Deep down Belobog shimmered with bright lights. From such a distance, houses seemed tiny, and roads looked like one big maze.

Suddenly an unexpected blow of frosty air gushed towards you. Truth to be told, quick and only one, but Bronya trembled all the way anyway. Worried, you reached for a small, rolled up fur. You put it over girl's shoulders, making sure it wouldn't fall off. Then you returned to your seat and reached for something to drink.

-Sorry it's not perfect, but-

-Don't worry, it's great. The best date I could ever imagine.

Shocked, you choked on a juice that you were just drinking.

-D-date?!

-Is it not? -she asked surprised, covering herself all in red.

You coughed, looking at her with wide-open eyes.

-Oh…

Bronya, seeing your reaction, immediately became down. It came to her that you both were looking at this meeting in completly different ways.

-No no no! -she waved her hands rapidly while skaking her head. And after that, covered her entire face with them.

-F-forget that I said anything! It was just a misunderstanding! I d-didn't mean anything!

To say that you were confused and didn't know what to do was like saying nothing.

You wanted to help nervously blabbering girl, but you had no idea how to do it. You had liked Bronya for a long time. But you always thought she didn't feel the same. She was too busy with her responsibilities of Supreme Guardian. And didn't look like a person who wanted to find a second half. That's why you quickly came to conclusion that you had no chance and let it go. After all, you were just friends to each other, right?

-Wait wait - you tried to wake up from your trance and regain some sober thinking, but it wasn't easy.

You coughed out remnants of liquid that was irritating your lungs. And then you grabbed girl's wrists, pulling them slightly. You saw embarrassed Bronya, covered completely in an intense blush. So, after all, then in the office, you had been right. You really had made Bronya blush.

-You like-… me? - you hesistantly tried to form a sentance.

Stating a fact, but at the same time asking a question to yourself.

Bronya looked at you panicked. With large, shining eyes, she resembled a deer caught in headlights.

She swallowed saliva and nodded unsurely. Giving up in the end. If not today then never.

-And you don't - she replied surprisingly calmly.

-I-… It's not like that. I was just not expecting that

-Don't worry, we can completely forget about it. I'll go back to my duties. I quess that I was just never good at reading emotions and relationships. I only hope that we can still be friends after that

-It's not like that! -you protested, not wanting to miss the opportunity- You just really suprissed me, you know?

In the heat of a moment, you locked her in a warm embrace.

-But I would love if you agreed to be my girlfriend- you added, squeezing her even tighter.

She, with a smile on her face and a tear in her eye, hugged you back.

-I would be the happiest girlfriend in whole Jarilo-VI

[mingtinys]

random ateez headcanons

pairing : none specified

general headcanons , fluff , misc

warnings : none

word count : 0.6 k

a/n : i feel like it's been too long since ive posted, so here's some general hcs ive been accumulating for a bit while i finish up a couple requests and fics! essentially , this is the equivalent of a naruto filler episode while i attempt to crank out actual work !!

Kim Hongjoong

likes to body-double. he ends up getting work done super efficiently when someone just sits with him.

really enjoys having meals with others and views it almost as a way to bond and connect with people. basically, this man views quality time as an important aspect of his love language.

has a very strong opinion as to whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza. (spoiler: his answer is no and he's prepared to die on this hill).

Park Seonghwa

does the mom arm thing in the car when the brakes are slammed on suddenly.

quotes along with his favorite scenes when he watches star wars. he's watched the prequels enough times to have the obi-wan and anakin final battle script down pat.

will mindlessly talk or mumble to himself as he cleans and does chores.

Kang Yeosang

the type of friend who sits quietly and by himself at parties / big functions. he looks like he doesn't want to be there but is actually having a very nice time just people-watching and being in the presence of friends.

animals love him, doesn't matter what kind. even the shyest of animals will rub up against him and beg for pets.

regularly tries to slowly close the fridge door just enough to watch the light shut off.

Jeong Yunho

never kills bugs. if he spots a spider or fly or whatever, he will capture it in a cup and release it outside.

usually ends up being the designated driver. he doesn't even have to be convinced and most of the time he volunteers.

sings in the shower. i'm talking full-length, concert-worthy, best performance of his life, type singing in the shower. (and yes, this applies to all hours of the night).

Choi San

is never the first to pull away in a hug. he will stay latched on to whoever it is until they decide to let go. he says it's because you never know how much someone may have needed that hug.

is the friend that doesn't like asking the waiter for extra napkins or condiments, but if everyone else is too scared to ask then he'll step up to the plate.

collects little keep-sakes like movie tickets, receipts, and fortune cookie fortunes.

Song Mingi

the type of guy to pick someone up and spin them around when he gets excited.

knows his voice is deep and it can get scary when he yells, so he rarely raises his voice because he doesn't want to be perceived as intimidating.

stubs his toe on furniture around the dorms. like a lot.

Jung Wooyoung

is actually a really good listener and amazing at reading rooms and people. communication is out of this world.

has memorized his friend's coffee orders and will surprise them with coffee if he knows someone is having a rough day.

puts the empty container of milk back in the fridge after using it all.

Choi Jongho

learned how to recite the alphabet backward when he was younger and often uses it as a party trick (will recite it backward while also breaking apples).

gives really good dating advice even if he himself is single. like 9 times out of 10 he has a solution to any couples dispute.

really really likes fuzzy blankets. he has like ,,, 6 of them and alternates between which he sleeps with.