#hi im not back just lurking every once in a while

[gyubakeries]

your work is so so sooo good. you write angst and fluff so well wow. could i please request a similar drabble with seungkwan? any plot is great, just the same loving doting boyfriend as in your seungcheol drabble

𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱-𝗮𝗶𝗱 | b.sk

a/n: hi anon! im so glad you liked the seungcheol drabble <3 thanks for requesting this!! kwan is so bf material... this wasnt really hard to write lmaoo. hope you like this!

word count: 2.2k contents: seungkwan x afab!reader , idol!seungkwan , waitress!reader , domestic fluff , mentions of injury (just a small cut) , a little angst , but we get comfort so thank you kwan , set right after nana tour , seungkwan being a pro-nagger

"y/n, just go home," your co-worker, hyeri, sighs. "i'll cover for you."

"i'm fine, hyeri," you shake your head, continuing to wipe down the empty tables.

"you look dead from the lack of sleep," hyeri counters, taking the cleaning rag away from you. "i could see those dark circles under your eyes from miles away."

"are you telling me i look like a panda?" you gasp, and hyeri shoots you an unimpressed look.

"go home, or i'm calling seungkwan up," hyeri threatens, and your eyes widen at the mention of your boyfriend's name.

"are you crazy? don't say that out loud! you never know when someone is listening!" you whisper-yell. dating an idol from a famous kpop group was a tough job, especially when their fans could be lurking anywhere.

"there's literally no one here," hyeri points out. "because it's closing time. now go home before i kick your ass."

"but-"

"non negotiable," hyeri cuts you off. "you've closed every night for the last two weeks, so let me do it now. go home and get some rest, y/n. i'm worried about you."

your shoulders slump. you hated that hyeri had to do your job, but a tiny part of you felt relieved to be going home and finally getting some shut-eye.

"thank you so much, i'll treat you to lunch soon," you say. "at the expensive hot-pot place you like."

hyeri squeals with excitement, and you can only smile at her antics before heading out to the back of the restaurant, grabbing your things, and leaving for the day.

it's almost midnight by the time you're stepping into your apartment. you immediately head into your bedroom to put your phone on charge, it having died sometime during the day while you were working. you quickly go into the bathroom to take a shower, eager to get clean and finally hit the bed, unaware of the text messages lighting up your screen while you shower.

once you're dressed in comfortable clothes, you tuck yourself into bed. you wait for sleep to claim you as soon as your head hits the pillow, but..... it doesn't.

you lie awake, staring at the ceiling blankly. you feel so tired, but your eyes refuse to shut. the frustration overwhelms you, threatening to make unshed tears spill from your eyes. just when you thought things couldn't get worse, your stomach starts rumbling loudly.

groaning because of this unfair situation the universe decided to put you in when all you wanted was to sleep, you get out of bed and walk into the kitchen, hoping to make some ramen for yourself.

you open the cupboard to fetch some instant ramen after putting a pot of water on the stove to boil. while waiting for the water, you take out an egg and some green onion from your fridge.

the ramen noodles go into the water and you take out a knife to chop up some green onions, just to be fancy. just then, a wave of tiredness washes over you, making your eyelids droop.

you yawn, carelessly cutting the green onion. a combination of your exhaustion and your vision blurring with tears as you yawn again makes you miscalculate where your knife lands, and in the blink of an eye, there's a gash on your index finger, bright red blood oozing out of it.

"shit!" you exclaim, rushing to the kitchen sink to run some cold water over your finger. in your panic, you barely register the door to your apartment opening and your boyfriend walking in.

"y/n! i'm ho- shit, what happened?" seungkwan gasps, seeing you hunched over the kitchen sink. he rushes to you, dropping his bag to the floor. he nearly screams too when he sees the cut on your finger and the blood spilling from it.

"wait here, i'll get the first-aid kit," he snaps into action, but you stop him.

"switch the stove off, or the next mess we'll have to clean is the ramen," you instruct, pointing at the ramen bubbling dangerously on the stove.

seungkwan does as you say, and then rushes into the bedroom to find the first-aid kit. he's back in the kitchen in no time, holding a box of band-aids, some cotton, and.... a sharpie?

the cotton turns out to be drenched in warm water, which he uses to clean the wound gently. he then takes a band-aid out of the box and carefully wraps it around your finger, making sure to cover the cut entirely. and then comes the role of the sharpie.

seungkwan pulls the injured finger closer to him and takes off the cap of the marker. his eyebrows furrow with concentration as he brings the pen to the band-aid, drawing something onto it.

when he releases your finger, you see that he's drawn the face of a puppy onto the band-aid. your heart melts.

"kwan, that's so cute!" you squeal, momentarily forgetting about whatever had just happened. and also the fact that your boyfriend was an expert at nagging.

"yah, y/n, don't you think you should be more careful?" seungkwan scolds lightly. "what if the cut was deeper? or your finger got chopped off? what if i hadn't come home at that time? you didn't even know i was going to come! do you know how worried i was when you didn't read my texts?"

your smile is quickly replaced by a frown, and you suddenly feel tired again. seungkwan notices the abrupt change in your mood, and immediately feels bad for scolding you.

"babe, i'm sorry," he apologizes, coming closer to you to take your hands in his. "i was just really worried, you know?"

you only nod in response. you weren't upset because of seungkwan, but because of how pathetic and monotonous your life had become over the last few weeks.

"y/n, talk to me," seungkwan tries, not liking the distant look in your eyes. he could also tell that you were tired from your pale and sullen face. "is everything okay?"

his concerned tone feels like a hug to all the turmoil in your head, and that prompts the first few tears to escape your eyes. you look up at seungkwan, and his distressed expression only upsets you more, making you sob louder.

seungkwan doesn't hesitate for a second, pulling you against his chest in a warm embrace. you inhale deeply, taking in the scent of his cologne that never fails to soothe you.

"how about we lay down?" seungkwan suggests after a while. you nod again, so he carefully guides the both of you towards your bedroom, gently pulling you down next to him on the bed, his arms never leaving your waist.

"do you want to talk about what's been bothering you? was it what i said?" seungkwan asks once your sobs had reduced to sniffles.

"i'm tired." you state. it's the truth, but it's far more complex than just tiredness.

"of course you are. not sleeping for a week does that to people," seungkwan replies in a matter-of-factly tone.

"how did you know that?" you ask, genuinely surprised.

"hyeri texted me earlier. i would have gone to pick you up after your shift, but my dance practice was still on," he answers. "so, what's been up with you? missed me so much you couldn't sleep?"

he said it as a joke, but the words strike a sensitive spot.

"i did," you answer truthfully. "i missed you a lot. it felt like hell without you. and i'm used to months of not seeing you, but this time we couldn't even text because you were busy filming, and it's ridiculous of me to complain about it because it's literally your job, but i missed you a lot. i tried sleeping but i couldn't. not without you texting me a stupid meme vernon sent you before nagging at me to go to sleep. not without you there to hold me. it was torture, kwan."

seungkwan's eyes widen slightly at your rant. he knew long distance was tough, and you two had been through a lot together, but he knew something else was bothering you. you weren't the type to break down this easily.

"i missed you too, babe," seungkwan sighs, pulling you closer to him. "i hated not being able to see your face, especially after i promised to meet you after i came back from japan."

"it's okay, kwannie, i understand," you knew that seungkwan himself wasn't aware of the surprise trip to italy, so you can't really blame him. he also needed that week-long break, especially after having worked so hard.

"thank you, love," seungkwan mutters into your hair, his fingers gently massaging your scalp to alleviate some tension. "but there's something else that's troubling you. i noticed that you were always worrying about something for a few months. you seemed aloof, and i tried to bring it up, but there was never time. what's up?"

"i feel like i'm stuck," you explain. "my life isn't moving forward. it's the same routine of go to work, clean tables, serve food, come home and do chores, and then repeat. i've wanted to do so much more, but i'm just stuck here."

seungkwan's heart breaks at the exhaustion in your voice. you had told him about how you've always wanted to have your own restaurant, which was the only reason you were working in a restaurant yourself.

"babe, it's okay to feel tired sometimes," he comforts you. "there are times when even i feel like i'm stuck in a rut. go to the studio to record, practice room to practice choreo, attend interviews, and repeat it all again. at the start, even i had doubted getting myself into this career, but i realized how deep my passion for music was, which is why i stayed. and the members too, of course."

"i know you love food and cooking, so just stick to your passion. don't give up on it. your big break will come one day. plus, you know mingyu and i will gladly fund your restaurant. you just have to ask, baby."

seungkwan's words have this ability to heal all your wounds. they're like a soothing balm to your sore body, and you're so thankful to have such a caring and loving person in your life.

"if i start my restaurant, i want to do it myself," you crack a small smile. "you're always free to help with the interior design, though."

"thank god, your interior choices are.... questionable," seungkwan teases.

"hey! you can't say that to me!" you pout, but seungkwan doesn't relent.

"seriously? do i have to remind you of that hideous statue of a chihuahua you bought? because you thought it was cute?" he challenges, raising an eyebrow at you.

"it was cute, okay?" you say defensively. "plus, i gave it away because you refused to enter my apartment if it stayed!"

"there was nothing cute about that abomination," seungkwan shudders. "it was a chihuahua wearing red pants and an orange bow-tie. anyways, my point is still valid. i'd be glad to help you design your restaurant."

"thank you, kwan," you smile, leaning up to kiss him. "you always know what to say to make me feel better. how do you do it?"

"i'm magical, baby," seungkwan shoots an over-exaggerated wink at you, making you burst into laughter. "can i say something even better? i'll get all the members to come to your restaurant and we'll post it on our instagram. that kind of publicity would boost your restaurant to the big leagues instantly."

"sure, baby, you can bring all the guys," you nod, endeared by how enthusiastic seungkwan was. you've had a lot of people doubting your plans for your future career as it had bleak prospects, but having seungkwan by your side had reassured you to follow your dreams. he had never lost faith in you, even on days when you yourself gave up on your goals, and it had motivated you to a great extent.

"you've been by my side through everything, y/n," seungkwan whispers softly, looking into your eyes with nothing but adoration and love. "i can't wait to see you grow and become the brightest star too. i'll be there by your side, just like you've been there for me."

"seungkwan- i-" you're at a loss for words. his words are so genuine, and you really don't know what you'd done in your past life to have someone love you so entirely. "i don't even know what to say."

"maybe start with, 'oh my god, seungkwan, you're the best boyfriend ever!' or maybe even 'you're so cute it makes me want to cook my special ramen for you.' any one of those works really," seungkwan says cheekily, and you playfully slap his chest, followed by a loud yawn from the both of you.

"let's have ramen for breakfast tomorrow," you mumble sleepily.

"i gave you another option...." seungkwan sulks jokingly, making you laugh.

"oh my god, seungkwan, you're the best boyfriend ever!" you giggle, speaking in a shrill voice to sound like one of the many fans who fawn over seungkwan. humming with satisfaction, seungkwan presses a loud smooch to your forehead, squeezing you tightly, and then releasing you. your bodies never stray too far away though, always closely intertwined with each other.

and when you wake up the next morning, well-rested and to the sound of seungkwan singing along to girl group songs in the living room while cleaning, you forget about everything that had been weighing you down.

the band-aid on your finger covered the wound on your finger that healed slowly, and seungkwan's love was the band-aid on your heart, healing something he never broke.

- fin.

[temis-de-leon]

When Greed is too much

Characters: Mammon x gn!MC

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M. Anon: good day, tennis. im an anon who lurks around your work. i find your work fascinating and I hope you may make a small oneshot for me. can you make a mammon x reader fanfiction? the pronounce doesn't matter. and the fanfiction could be about mammon and reader sneaking out frequently because mammon likes to gamble and they get caught one day and mammon took all of the blame for himself. i think it would be a good idea for a oneshot. but putting that aside, I adore your work. i like how you describe everything and your headcanons are interesting. i hope you can keep uploading. sending platonic loves.

A/N: I got a little distracted and made Mammon feel guilty af instead of taking the blame, I'm sorry, I hope you like it anyways <3 A little reference right at the end

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Mammon had a complicated relationship with money.

He loved it too much to hate it and he needed it enough to forgive the danger it brought within. He would inlay it under his skin if he could, if Lucifer let him, making him shine under the lights like a kaleidoscope.

Cold metal between his fangs to check its authenticity, smooth paper sliding through his fingers, hard plastic shaping his wallet. Jewellery, clothes, his car. He had them because he needed it in any way, shape or form, like water to fish, riches to him. A bottomless pit that got bigger and bigger the more he threw in.

His fingers were longer and thinner than his brothers’ and more than once he had wondered if his sin had modified his body to easily indulge in it. He was also the fastest runner when he needed to and he could turn his words to honey if the situation required it. An opportunist thief, even if he disliked the term.

And he knew stealing wasn’t okay, but no amount of Lucifer’s punishments would stop him from doing so. He could manage hanging upside down for hours on end and, even when the lectures were painfully boring and made him want to die, sitting in the same position for as long as his brother decided was something he could live through. Lotan, or rather the flood it implied, was a bothersome threat and, although terrifying, the witches wouldn’t seriously hurt him unless Lucifer knew he could take it.

Still, constantly going through that was annoying, so he went to the next best thing, a place where condemned souls like him got together and did what pleasured him the most: bring money to the table. The wheel of fortune laid deep in his chest; sometimes he deceived himself, others, he was right.

Fortunately for his ego, his dignity and his integrity, Mammon had found his perfect lucky charm. Human shape and devoted to him, every time MC joined him in his escapades, his wallet came back home fatter than when they left. It was refreshing and addicting and it didn’t take him too long to actually need MC’s presence each time he left the house to gamble.

At first it was just once or twice every week and a half, then at least once a week, then three times a week, then every night. He would invite them to his room, taking advantage of the alibi their relationship offered, hang out and fool around until every single one of his brothers was asleep and then sneak out through the garage door.

It was a fun, bonding time between them. Holding hands while running from one corner of the town to another, pockets heavier and heavier as the night went by and clothes reeking of the cigars, alcohol and perfume of those who pushed them around amidst the chaos of the casino.

Mammon lived for all of that, especially now that MC was by his side, watching him thrive and win, over and over and over again. In their eyes, he succeeded and he was the one to carry the golden medal. Not his brothers, not their friends, him.

Eventually, he did what he did best and pushed his luck.

After an outstanding winning streak, they finally got to the night when everything went astray, losing every bet and every game, eventually finding themselves deep in debt with the casino and a bunch of furious patrons and, although begrudgingly, admitting that a period of restraint was long overdue.

And then they got home.

“When will you learn?” Lucifer said for the hundredth time while tightening the rope around his torso and trapping his hands behind his back.

“C’mon! It wasn’t that bad!”

He tried to smile to downplay the situation, but it came out wobbly and his fear was too obvious for his brother to ignore. Lucifer grinned with malice, eyes darkening in evil enjoyment before bending down to tie Mammon’s ankles together, slow in his movements and his words.

“Do you truly think this would’ve ended well? We both know you’re an idiot, but the limits you’re willing to cross outstand me. Bringing MC into this? Really? You moronic dimwit… I thought you would be the last to put them in danger. Alas, I was wrong”

“I’ve never put them in danger”

His immediate response brought Lucifer back to his feet, both of them now serious and locking eyes with each other. Mammon felt the rough edges of the rope scraping his skin, uncomfortably keeping him in place under his brother’s infuriated gaze.

“Taking them out of the house for hours every night, making them play games against lowlife demons and risking their safety for a few coins, what is that to you if not jeopardizing their life?”

“A few coins? We made ourselves rich!”

“Is that what bothers you about what I just said?”

“I’m telling you they were safe with me!”

Lucifer sighed, shaking his head in disappointment and going around Mammon. A noise coming from behind filled him with dread and he didn’t have time to beg for more time before something pulled his feet to the side and his body hit the carpeted floor. It barely softened the fall and soon his pained groans reached every corner of the staircase.

“You truly never learn”

“I’ll do it! I’ll learn! Please don’t leave me here! You can’t abandon your baby brother here, can’t you? It was an honest mistake!”

“Mammon”

After securing the rope around one of the beams from the ceiling, the eldest took a few steps down and looked at him from above. His voice was low, hopeless, and Mammon found that more hurtful than the strong grip around his limbs or the pounding on his head.

���You’re lucky MC’s heart shines brighter than mine” Lucifer said, leaving him speechless “One of these days you will go too far and I’m not sure who will be there to catch you”

“What…?”

“Rest well, Mammon” he continued to go down the stairs, not bothering to look at him anymore. He spoke one last time before disappearing completely. “And think about what I said, will you?”

Lucifer’s footsteps merged into the night, the lights turned off and, suddenly, Mammon found himself alone.

He was still wearing the clothes he’d chosen to go to the casino hours ago, jewellery dangling over his face and DDD threatening to fall out of his pocket. The screen lightened up, showing MC’s name, and the desperation to answer the call made him squirm enough to ultimately make the phone fall to the bottom of the stairs. He grimaced at the cracking sound.

Asmo would say it was karma for being a scumbag and he didn’t know if he should start believing that.

He wasn’t a scumbag, was he? MC was fine! Not a scratch in their pretty face to complain about and every bit of their outfit still in place and making them look even better. They had been smiling when they finally got to the garage door, shallowly breathing while they checked him out in search of any type of damage.

They were fine.

They had been smiling because they’d been having fun. Or was it out of relief? Heart beating in fear, terrified about him and the punishment that awaited them both once Lucifer found them.

Mammon craned his neck, looking at the remains of his DDD with a sting in his throat. Why did MC call him? Were they mad at him? Did they have enough? The thought of actually putting them in danger for a piece of metal, easily ripped paper or soon to be frozen plastic made his hear stop in panic.

He was a fast runner, an immortal demon with wings. It was easy for him to flee and leave his troubles behind, but MC didn’t have the same advantages. They were a human, flesh and soul in close proximity, easy to eat and forget.

A gasp escaped him at the image of his partner being tore apart and he shook his head trying to chase it away, but it was no use. He closed his eyes and it was there, like an omen or a reminder, Lucifer’s words roaring in his mind.

His name got louder and louder until It finally sounded right next to his ear. A hand cupped his neck and MC’s worried face appeared in his line of vision, but the remorse didn’t let him feel relief.

“Are you okay? Let me get you down. I got out as soon as I could, but I’m sure Lucifer knows I’m here anyways. What a way to end the night…”

He huffed at their whispers, his heart breaking piece by piece. Looking at MC and the way they carefully untied the knots, he knew Lucifer was right. The dumb human was too good for him and didn’t want to acknowledge it, choosing instead to stick by his side each day until it would be too late.

“I’m sorry” he finally said in a broken voice.

“For what, dummy?”

“I put you in danger”

MC chuckled, kissing his jaw before freeing his arms and watching the rope fall down. Mammon leaned forward until he touched his feet, noticing his body burning while he worked the knots that creased the leather in his boots.

“How did you put me in danger?” they asked with a hint of humour in their voice “As far as I know, I went with you willingly and we had a bad night. It was bound to happen after winning that much money”

“But they almost attacked us…”

“We got out of there just in time” MC interrupted him, then frowned and put their hands on their hips. “Did Lucifer said something to you?”

“No”

The lie was obvious and MC licked their teeth in poorly contained fury. Seconds later, Mammon finally set himself free and swung on the rope to reach the banister. Once he settled and stood straight, MC rushed to hug him. Both of them stayed silent and basking in the comfort that surrounded them.

He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to beg them not to reprimand Lucifer and he wanted to thank them for freeing him and staying with him beyond what he definitely deserved, but no words came out and forcing them would make him cry; and doing that in front of MC would definitely kill him faster than Lucifer could ever do.

In the end, none of them said anything, instead clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. Slowly, as if they were handling a wounded animal, MC grabbed his hands and lead him towards their room.

What did that human movie say?

He’d die for them. He’d kill for them. Either way, what bliss.

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[solbaby7]

Blurred lines is just wow 😳😳 I know you might not want to down next part but why can I just imagine Azriel pumping his own cock while he listens to his High Lord and Lady fuck hehe 😈

Okay okay🥵….im following….an idea is downloading😈—let me cook..

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It’d be Azriel’s favorite kind of torture.

Ears tuned into the sloshing of water being heard from the bathroom just a few feet over with nothing but a shoddy door to hide the sight of you. He can’t even help himself; still naked from earlier and when your wrecked moan cuts through thin walls.

It’s wrong.

He’d already fulfilled his duty; followed the order to fuck his High Lady. Anything past that was an intrusion but Azriel’s hand is moving before his morals can take over. He’s still hard, cock leaking with need as he listens to you—to Rhysand fucking you to the memory of Azriel stuffed between your thighs.

Az can still feel your tongue on his neck and if he closes his eyes hard enough; the grip of his hand resembles the tight clench of your pussy. A vein in his neck pulses frantically against golden skin from the effort of hiding his groans in favor of hearing your labored pants, the obscene sound of skin smacking against skin and water spilling over the tub.

His hand moves in tandem, stroking the length of his cock. Az’s eyes roll back, the smell of you still stuck to his skin like glue and the shame that swells from thinking about you in such a way is brutally shoved aside when he hears you moan his name. Shadows swarm the room, tickling at the thin gap between the floor and the door—allowing just enough room to slip past for a glance.

No. He can’t. It’s wrong and whatever leniency Rhysand had towards the situation before would surely run dry if Azriel dared show further interest in the High Lord’s mate.

Maybe…just a listen though.

Azriel’s teeth bite into the fat of his bottom lip, restraint weakening when the urge to continue becomes too much. The shadows do as they’re told, relaying breathy moans and strangled swears and Azriel fucking hates that he now knows that devious rasp in your tone comes from a firm hand wrapped around your throat.

His pace quickens, matching Rhysand’s thrusts into you; feeling filthy and disgusting but Azriel can’t deny the fact that he’s harder than he’s ever been in his life—lusting after a female who’d never belong to him.

Granting him just a taste before returning to your rightful place.

Weeks after that night, he finds himself lurking in his shadows and it’s like Rhysand intentionally seeks out the rooms he’s occupying; tugging you along behind and pushing you against any surface sturdy enough to bare your weight as Rhys had his way with you.

Once, he swears the High Lord glances right at him, Azriel’s hand slowly palming at the prominent tent in his leathers while he listens to the filth spewing from your tongue with ease.

Rhys never says anything though; only smirking before returning back to you as if nothing ever happened. “Say it,” The High Lord commands, mouthing at the slope of your neck and the exposed collarbones below it, staking his claim and sending a clear message.

Your voice alone nearly sends Azriel over the edge, almost spilling in his jeans like a pubescent teen but he forces it back. Slows down his pace. Forces his eyes not to flutter closed in favor of watching the alluring bounce of your breasts with each buck of Rhysand’s hips. “No one fucks me like you do,” You’re close, Az can tell by that pitchy whine lacing every word. “No one ever will.”

“That’s right, baby.” Your scent fills the space, drawn out moans reaching his ears just the right way and Azriel fucking topples over the edge in his leathers. “All mine.” He’s breathless when the fog clears but you’re too busy rushing Rhysand out of the room, eager for more without the fear of getting caught to even notice the ebbing darkness in the corner.

Azriel waits until the door shuts behind you, shadows releasing him from their hiding. His heart thuds in his chest, cock twitching back to life in his pants when golden eyes catch sight of the lacy panties left on the desk.

Almost like a gift.

[tiajk]

Zoro doesn’t let people touch his swords but you are an exception

He looks around to make sure no one is looking before he shows any signs of affection he’s so shy lol

He shares his drinks with you on occasion and every time this happens he tries to get you as drunk as possible so he can make fun of you being a lightweight because that’s just him

Maybe a lil smile on occasion because you make him happy AUGHH

Special Treatment

A/n: OMG YES yall im so single it actually hurts me because No one wants me BUT anyways im staring once piece the anime version AND YALL i got carried away asf with this lmao

SPECIAL SWORDS

When he’s napping and you're not he will set his swords by you and go and take a nap he look at you with this look in his eyes that says “protect these please” he won't say it physically unless you make him. If you do it takes him a while to stutter t out but when he does the tips of his ears will be red and he’ll be fidgeting with the ends of his shirt

You're reading a book about the ocean and all the animals that it holds and you hear heavy footsteps coming towards you. You know them, it's Zoro, the man that you love so deeply you would do anything for him. He doesn't have to say anything because you know that he’s looking over you like a shadow. You close your book making the page that you were on and look up at him and smile “you gonna say something or keep staring at me pretty boy?” The corner of his mouth turns up “Huh my presence isn't good enough for you {name}.” “of course but you lurking like a shadow is kinda creepy”. He crosses his arms and shifts onto his foot “I need something from you” You turned your full body towards him giving him your undivided attention it's rare for zoro to ask someone for something. “Well spit it out Ro” “Can you…can you watch my swords for me while I take a nap?” your heart skip a beat he trusted you enough with his treasure you nodded rapidly as he gave you all three of his swords “I'm gonna take a nap ill be up in about an hour or two” “ok zoro they’ll be right here with be when you get back” He nodded he looked around to see if anyone of the crew was there when they weren't he leant in and put a soft kiss on your forehead “thank you I love you”

SHY BOY

Zoro is not shy in himself nor his skills nor his confidence but when it came to you he couldn't even look at you without blushing from head to toe. The crew teased him for it constantly but he never showed affection to you in public.He wants to but part of his is so shy because hes never one anything like this before he was to busy with his swords hes never eine been in a relationship before

He heard you and nami talking about it in your quarters he was planning to take you out since you guys were docked for 2 days and he wanted to make it special He’s about to knock on your door but he hears nami’s voice and that stops him, “Does he even show you affection {name}?” you put your shoes on when she uses it as she's looking at you “what do you mean?” She sights “I don't think he's ever shown any emotion besides when he's drinking” “Nami that's rude he does show affection just not to the crew and i'm fine with that because he's not for everyone else”. “True but {Name} he's stiff as a board next to you I mean he can't even look at you wrought getting all dam-“ There's a knock on the door that stops her “Well thats my date nami see you later.” you blow her a kiss and open the door and see zoro. “Hi” “Hey you ready to go?” you nod “yea I am” you close the door behind you. He looks around twice making sure no one was around “Zoro what are you doing” He doesn’t answer when he puts his hands around your waist pulling you in gently but firm kissing you softly “Just kissing my favorite girl y’know”

HIS LIGHTWEIGHT

Zoro doesn’t play about 3 things: Drinking, His swords and you. And he trusts you with all of his being. That being exactly the reason why he’s making you drink with him right now. You drink but not a lot because you pretty much lightweight it takes. only about 3 cups of alcohol and you're drunk big time .

Zoro was holding your head from falling on the table. He made you drink about 4 cups tonight and now you're drunk and he's laughing his ass off at you. Nami keeps telling him to leave you alone but he doesn’t care because he thinks it's funny “ZoRo?” “yes {name}?” He looks at your room he can tell your tired but he just thinks that you're so cute when your drunk “I think that I love you” That caught him by surprise before he could conjure up something to say your head almost dropped onto the table he caught you even though he’s a little tipsy himself. When they go back to the going merry he puts you in his hammock sliding along with you. When you wake up the next morning your light head and your head is pounding. You try to climb over zoro and go to the bathroom he drags you back down with him before you can move again “Sleep please” he mumbles into your neck “Why we have things to do” He knows there’s no beating you but he lifts himself up so he looks at you “you know that you were an absolute idiot last night right?” you groan and hit your head back on the hammock “Don't tell me please”

YOU MAKE HIM PROUD

Zoro doesn’t smile as much as he should but with you he does and the crew notices that and there happy about it everyone needs to smile every once in a while

you would be in the kitchen with sanding trying to help him but he was getting on your nerves. Zoro s there with you for his mid day drinking he notices how i rated you are “Sanji or the last time its fucking ketchup it isn’t gonna hurt you” “{name} it’s simple really you just ha-“ “Finish that sentence and im going to beat you to a plump then throw you off the ship” Zoro smiles at you e kos you aren’t on for being mean but to the cook it makes his heart swell with joy

[sheikzine]

Happy Sheik Day! 🩷

mod yams speaking here! this will be our final post on the account, unless unforeseen circumstances arise. i just wanted to personally thank everyone who was with me on this journey over the last year

as some of you may know, this was my first time modding a zine, let alone being the head mod of one. there were a lot of things i needed to figure out along the way, and in all honesty, im just grateful this project was a success

every mod was invaluable, but i wanted to personally thank our writing mod kellen for being the Spreadsheet Master (in his words) and for putting up with my nagging. get yourself a man like kellen who is organized to a fault and can work a spreadsheet like nobodys business

to the contributors, i wanted to thank you all for giving this zine a shot. whilst smaller in scale (and thus less likely to fail), our mod team was otherwise inexperienced. yet you all valiantly took on the task and cooperated with us until the very end. im thankful to each and every one of you for putting in your all and for being patient with us during the production time. if you ever need any help, please feel free to reach out to me! ive got your back

to those who bought the zine: thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for supporting the project. whether you were there from the start, or found out about it on the last day, your support made it possible for us to donate to a good cause, one that especially means a lot to me. while the contributors were the ones who voted on the charity to donate to, i cant deny that my fingers were crossed, hoping wed donate to a trans organization. sheik was, and is, a huge part of me embracing my own gender identity, and im so glad we could give back to that cause

and with that, this chapter is closed. if youve read this far, thank you once again. this whole message was full of sap, but my feelings are genuine. i couldnt have done this without each and every one of you!

while sheik lurks in the shadows, his soul burns brighter than the sun. may you all carry that same passion with you throughout your own personal journeys. with love, mod yams 🍠💖

[absurdthirst]

Hey! I hope you’re having a nice day and don’t feel pressured to answer this, but how do you think the Pedro boys would react to having triplets? (I just learned im having two boys and one girl)

Heaven knows I’m already worried about mine with the casually offered reductions and all the talks about how difficult it’s going to be since it’s my first time. My heart goes out for the Pedro boys in less advanced universes knowing the complications that could come up.

Having Triplets:

Javier Peña: Gets drunk. Like - very drunk. Smokes an entire pack of cigarettes while he drinks. Worrying. Obsessing over the idea that he was already nervous to be responsible for one kid, but three???? He's never gonna sleep again. He's going to be grey by the time the kids are born, or bald from the stress. Once he's gotten over his hangover, he's asking questions. Demanding to know the risks and he has a fucking notebook full of questions for the doctors every time you go. Turns into the most solid father that you've ever seen.

Ezra: Speechless. For the first time since you have met the loquacious prospector, he is completely speechless. "I don't quite thing your suit's gonna be fitting you soon, little gem." His life has been one big adventure and he has just floated along. Now he will have to put that sharp mind to work to make sure that his little family has their feet firmly planted on a safe planet. Ezra will be planting roots - just don't ask him where he acquired the things he brings home for the babies.

Mando: Have you ever seen a wall of metal worry? That's what it would be like. This towering hunk of beskar would just lurk and be underfoot. Silently watching and you would wake up to any and all little luxuries that he could possibly get his hands on. The man would invest in a real bed for Maker's sake. He would even get a medical droid, putting aside his dislike for most tech to make sure you had the best help available.

Pero Tovar: Pero wonders why you are as big as a horse. (You hit him with a frying pan for saying that) When the midwife tells him that she feels more than one babe in your belly, he starts to worry. Childbirth in his days is not without risk and multiple babes are even riskier. He will start praying to God to allow the babes to born healthy and breaking his back even more to provide for the four of you.

Frankie Morales: His military training is the only goddamn thing keeping this man from having a panic attack, or a stroke. Definitely going to be getting high one last time before he flushes the coke down the toilet. If for nothing but to work out that fear without you knowing. To your face, Francisco Morales would be the most calm, rational man with dealing with the idea of triplets. He even trades in his beloved truck for a van - not a mini van, because those things drive like fucking ass - but a cargo van to haul the kids and all their shit around. He will be working himself into the ground to his get license re-instated so he can be earning more. He can't raise triplets on his retirement alone.

Agent Whiskey: In complete denial. Absolutely refuses to believe that you are having more than one baby. Like complete disassociates when it comes to that. Despite Ginger confirming it and everyone talking about the babies. He's convinced that everyone is pulling some elaborate trick on him. Right up until the moment he has baby number one in his arms and you start pushing again for the next one. Then shit gets real.

Dave York: Dave is another cool cucumber when it comes to dealing with the idea of triplets. He starts planning. Logistics is what matters. Paying for these kids. He will start taking more contracts and being away from home, but he always tries to make sure he's home for doctor's appointments. Surprisingly handy. Already put together the three cribs and started stocking up on diapers. He's changed his share before with Molly and Alice, but this time it's going to be interesting with three at the same time.

Oberyn Martell: Thrilled. He will be on the maester's ass to make sure that the births are smooth sailing for you. Multiple babies at once? He will enjoy running his hands over your swollen belly and making sure that the servants are nearby all the time so you do not have to do a thing. Spending hours with you in the water because it easy on your body with all three babies growing. Present for every moment from the moment your pains begin, until you are holding all three.

Max Phillips: Mixed feelings honestly. Three little baby biters? Pretty cool. Three sets of dirty diapers to change? Less so. Max is smarmy and cocky, but the cracks of that facade start to show when he realizes he's made three tiny little half vamp/half human beings that will need to be cared for. He might even put his little feud with Evan aside because the man has bigger fish to fry. But expect him to start offering you blood smoothies. You know, for protein.

Marcus Pike: The combination of stress and excitement inside him is like being pulled in two different directions at once. Immediately starts reading books on the subject of twins and making a detailed list of everything you need to buy. Will be making full use of his paternity leave to help you with the babies.

Marcus Moreno: It's a good goddamn thing he's a super hero. Marcus literally saves the world, so he is used to stress. There's a little bit of panic behind those rimmed Clark Kent glasses he has and he wonders if his powers was what caused this. He knew that copper IUD was a bad idea. He can only hope that Missy loves being a big sister, because she's gonna have 3 younger siblings.

Max Lord: Passes out. Literally the man faints at the news that he is going to be a father to triplets. The internal panicking that this man does rivals ten men. Nearly enough to do something stupid like wish he had the dream stone back, but not quite. You end up having to calm him down.

Zach Wellison: Gets a second job. Then a third. You practically don't see the man for nearly three weeks after being told that he's going to have triplets with you because he's working so damn much. Trying to make sure that he can buy everything you need and provide for the babies. Only starts to slow down when you remind him that you need him with you now. You don't want to do this alone. It takes him a minute to get that through his head, but he's pretty happy as soon as he gives himself a moment to be.

Dieter Bravo: FREAKS OUT. Like has a melt down as he denies it. Until he can see the ultrasound and has the three little nuggets pointed out to him. He's wide eyed and asking you if you want some of his drugs. You might need them more than him. When you decline, he takes all of them himself and starts to ask if you feel any different now. Playing with your stomach and talking to the babies as he lays out why is he upset. He's scared. Scared he's going to screw up and then it's three little people he's fucked up. Showing exactly why Dieter will end up being a good dad. Whacky as shit, but a good dad.

Javi Gutierrez: Obsessed with them. He has already been thrilled by your pregnancy and having a baby, but now that there will be three? Completely in love with the idea of built in best friends. The decorating of the nursery is now tripled and Javi just completely throws himself into it and treats you like a queen the entire time. Waits on you hand and foot and marvels over your changing body. Gets you one of those belly harnesses to make sure that you are as comfortable as you can be.

Tim Rockford: Have you ever seen the scene of a man pacing back and forth and running his hands through his hair? That's Tim. Like seriously concerned with how he is going to pay for three babies. On a detective's salary. There's going to be a lot of overtime in this man's future.

Joel Miller: What the hell can he do? Not like he can go back and unring that bell. He's panicking, his heart racing and his entire body feeling weak but he hides that from you. Does you no good and he won't have you worrying. He's fucking worried. Because this is a shit world you live in and there's a very real possibility that he will lose you and the babies. Rest assured that he will BURN THE WORLD DOWN to keep you and them safe.

🎉🎉Congratulation Anon!!! I hope that you have a smooth rest of your pregnancy and birth! Fingers crossed and good vibes being send your way!!!

[sunflower-author]

Haii :3

can I request a yandere platonic lady Tamayo who is very protective of reader

OMG, I AM SO SORRY, I KNOW IT HAS BEEN LIKE 60 DAYS SINCE YOU ASKED I AM EXTREMELY SORRY BUT IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!

IM A LITTLE BEHIND BUT WORKING ON ALL THE OTHER REQUEST!!

TRUST!!!

Anyway I hope you like this<3

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     "Y/N I told you many times haven't I," Tamayo scolded you, in your room.

"I just wanted to go out to see the festival... It only happens once a year..." You complained.

"Still that doesn't justify sneaking out. You could have lost control, gotten lost, or Kibutsuki might have found you, or-"

"I had human blood yesterday, and you know I handle a least a week without it, and I know the village, I've been reading about it for a while, and we haven't heard about... 'him' being around here my entire lifetime..." you cut her off by saying.

"You've never been around so many people, since you've been turned into a demon, there was no telling if you could handle, all the new walking blood bags around you, and reading about things is different than actually seeing things in real life, as for Kibutsuki, even he we heard no word about him being here, there is still his underlings that lurk around here. remember the last time Yushiro told us about the encounter he had with one of them?" Tamayo asks you.

"... Four days ago..." you say looking down, feeling guilty, knowing that she is right.

"Exactly four days ago, they are probably still hiding in this town somewhere, it's dangerous to go out alone...  you know, if you truly asked me and Yushiro, we would have taken you..." Tamayo says sighing.

"Yeah right... you're just saying that right now... but we both know if I asked you before, you would have said no, lecture me more about being outside, humans, demons... 'him' exactly what you're doing right now," you say, knowing the type of manipulation tactics she has used on you ever since you met her.

"All I'm doing is trying to protect you... ever since I met you, don't you forget who was the one that saved you all those years ago... That demon was about to devour you, and I was the one who killed him, if I wasn't there, you would have been dead..." Tamayo said. 

Every time the two of you argued and she had enough, Tamayo would always bring up your past trauma, guilt-tripping you to go along with whatever she was saying.

You stay silent knowing that you can't say anything, after she pulls 'that' card on you.

"I care about you Y/N, I truly do," Tamayo says sitting down beside you on your bed.

"Listen, maybe when you're older... give it a few years, and I promise, you me and Yushiro will all go to that festival," Tamayo says, with her signature smile.

It makes her look innocent, but we both know it is always used to hide what she truly is feeling. Her obsessed, psycho, crazy side, or maybe annoyed, irritated side, probably both.

"Older? I'm old enough, I am in my teens no doubt late teen years, in a few years I might well be in my twenties," you snap back at her.

"Correction, you would be in your twenties if you were still human... Demons age differently since they can live well longer compared to humans, menially it takes... even I am not too sure." Tamayo says calmly. 

"Yes you have been here a few years, however menially you've probably only aged a few months, and let's not forget about your physical state, when you get turned into a demon, you stop growing physically," Tamayo says.

As she put her hand on your head, in hopes of comforting you a bit.

"I managed fine on my own before you found me," You counter back.

"You lasted what? A little over a year, before I found about to be devoured by a low-level demon-"

"I was younger, I was still getting used to being a demon, but now I know how to do things, thanks to you and Yushiro, I'll be able to handle myself, Tamayo," You cut her off, not wanting her to say anymore.

"And if you were to run into Kibutsuki? Then what? how will you defend yourself, if he found out you were associated with me? He would do unspeakable things to you Y/N," Tamayo says sternly.

"The chances of running into him are very small, just how much demons actually get to see his face?" you say again.

"Y/N L/N, drop this," Tamayo says, sternly, before sighing and calming herself down.

Finally having enough of this, you stay silent, you can never win against Tamayo. This is how all your arguing ends with her, once she says your full name everything ends.

"You acting childish, auguring with me, selfish for leaving me and Yushiro worried-" Realizing what she is saying stops, looking down at her lap, it is never her intention to make you feel bad.

"Y/n I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Yeah yeah, you didn't mean all those bad things you said and were about to say to me," giving her attitude. 

Rolling your eyes, you start to lie down on the bed, facing away from her.

"Well, since you're already mad at me, minus well tell you your punishment, no books for a month, and you will stay in your room for a week," Tamayo says turning to look at you.

You just stay silent looking the other way, waiting for her to go.

Getting the signal, Tamayo gets up from the bed walks to the door, turns off the light, grabs the door she looks at you for a moment.

"Goodnight Y/N," She says softly, only to be met with silence.

Sighing again, she closes the door, locking it.

[yestrday]

Thinking about Dain being a cousin of the twins, like, he comes to their home once in a blue moon, but when he is in town he will surely invite mc to a night out or for some hanging around; and mc may accept because he is a breath of fresh air, specially with the whole academy being after them.

Of course, Dain may or not harbor the same feelings as their peers, but they don’t need to know that just yet :)!

(I DONT REMEMBER IF DAIN HAD ALREADY APPEARED IN THE ACADEMY AU SO I CAME WITH THIS IDEA IM SO SORRY (＞人＜;))

dainsleif who was a graduate of your academy too, praised for intelligence and good looks. there's no doubt he's a cousin of the twins, with that same shimmery blonde hair and their knack for academics.

after graduating, he got into a university a city over, so he barely sees his cousins anymore. aether speaks fondly of him, talking about how cool and mysterious he is. ("he's so cool, [y. name], i swear! he's got this aura that just makes you... respect.") lumine thinks highly of him too, but she tends to nitpick his flaws more than aether does. ("oh please, he might look cool, but he can barely hold a conversation without making it awkward. he's not really all that.")

dainsleif who shows up at their house impromptu for a visit. you happen to be there too, and you stare wide-eyed at the man whose face you've only seen on picture frames. he stares back at you too, because he doesn't exactly know how to act in front of a stranger.

as he stays in the city, he sees how people of your academy tend to... gravitate towards you. like, literally. after accidentally bumping into you at the grocery, he can see at least five boys from your school lurking around the corners. from that day on, he's offered to escort you whenever you're running tasks outside.

he used to just spend breaks in his dorms, but he finds himself coming back to his hometown these days. his visits come and go, sometimes he'd show up at weekends, sometimes radio silence, but he delights at the opportunity that breaks provide him with. even at his uni, he's worried sick about that little harem of yours. with him by your side, he can at least protect you even outside your school grounds.

he listens to your worries, pushes the cart while you do your groceries, covers your head with an umbrella, keep you close when walking the streets at night... everything to let you know that you will always have him to rely on. not those pesky brats who're too unhinged and obsessed without any care for your feelings. not those brats who get to spend every day and every hour with you at school, who irritate him so much his head boils at the thought of this injustice.

"sometimes i wish i were more like you," you sigh to dainsleif one day. you see it catches dain off by surprise, his eyes wide but flattered at the confession, before they slant into saddened crescents. he turns away from you, facing the gray sky.

"believe me," dain mutters. "you wouldn't want that."

"humble as always. your abilities aren't something to brush off like that."

"... not like that." he looks conflicted as he watches you carefully. his clothes ruffle and fly in the wind, complementing the troubled look in his eye. "there are thoughts within me that... i cannot suppress. thoughts that scare me to even think about. things about myself that i never knew eventually coming to life. it's horrible."

"'cause you're guilty?"

a forlorn sigh. "... because i'm not the man i wish you'd have in the end."

[erwinsvow]

I know this isn’t the usual speed around here but slightly pathetic whimpery s1 Rafe is to die for!! He’s obviously cocky and entitled but it’s in a more spoiled and almost bratty way so he throws his little temper tantrums when he doesn’t get his way… I think s1 has seriously overlooked toxic Rafe potential

- 💓

wait i know im allllll about season 2 rafe like hes loml seriously but i just started rewatching season 1 and i dont like his hair lol but hes so toxic and gross. i know everyone on here has been talking more about him and like fratboy rafe and i usually refrain but something about being his gf through all of season 1..... im hornee.

in particular im thinking of like how he acts so douchey with everyone in public but its so visible he has a huge soft spot for you.. waves you over when he's just hanging out with his friends to check in that you're doing okay, goes and gets you a fresh drink before giving you a kiss and sending you off back to ur friends.. makes some gross comment about how you were screaming for him in the back of his truck last night after you walk away... kelce is like bro. i always sit in the back.

you'd be lurking in his bedroom when he goes down to 'have a chat' with his dad, like when he gets yelled at about the generators. comes back all angry and literally folds you in half and fucks you until you cry because you are his favorite way to calm down <3 ... (i have no idea what the vibes on this blog are and i dont wanna make people mad but he gets so manipulative... esp if you're just like i don't feeling like fucking again right now or esp in public!!!! which he looooves.... starts going on a tangent about how he provides for you and takes care of you and he's the man of the house and if he needs to relax you should be on your knees already.... sorry omg if ur reading this n youre starting to hate me i apologize in advance. i never talk about scummy scummy rafe but hes real and hes so hot. fully wants you to be like a hyperactive horny bunny just waiting for his dick at all times.... i would 110% start doing it too... ANYWAYS)

he's so spoiled so he likes spoiling you with anything you want... most of the stuff he gets you is pretty much for him tho... gets hard because you wear an RC necklace.. lots of pretty lingerie and babydolls that he likes to rip up...handcuffs because duh.. it's almost always you in the handcuffs but every once in a while he can be convinced to get in them lol

but the temper tantrums are soooo real like especially if you're out with friends or made plans with your parents. like he seriously loves making you abandon your plans to come see him. but then youll show up and hes at a party and selling or ignoring you and ofc you cry because it's like he made you come here and not even giving you any attention... then he'll drag you out by your hair and fuck you SOOO mean in the back of his truck talkin about "just needed this dick, yeah? s'okay, dad's gonna give it to ya hard. then you'll be good as gold won'tya?" ugh. hes so mean.

im still in my rewatch but the scene where him and topper beat up pope:( this especially hits sooo hard w my pogue reader but i can just imagine that being the cause of your first real fight, like you're so upset he can be that cruel but there goes his manipulation tactics.. telling you he needs to be a proactive man to protect you and his friends and his turf. he's not letting anyone walk all over him, regardless if you like them or not. fucks you until you forget all about your pogue friends, and then you end up bandaging his bloody hand for him.

ooohh and when they go to that movie showing.. can just imagine curling up on a lawnchair with him under a blanket, him n the boys are on high alert for jj and pope but he keeps a tight arm around you, goes and gets you a soda and popcorn which you two share.. you don't want him to leave and you whine when he does.. can just imagine the scene where jj and pope turn back to look at him when kie tells them rafe is right behind them. rafe is staring so hard at them while ur tryna feed him a piece of popcorn. LOL

[rush-the-stars]

Hello, hello, do you have any thoughts on Yoshida being a freak? 🎤

oh octopus boy? no, totally normal……………………

im gonna put some of this under a cut if you’re not caught up on csm manga and theories that are floating around. so spoiler warning if you read ahead.

he’s…off putting.

if you’ve seen any of the theories about him floating around lately—mainly, that he’s the death devil, one of the four horsemen,then that makes him downright terrifying. right?

even if he’s not. there’s just something about yoshida’s gaze.

shark eyes, ya know? a little empty. hungry.

(i think the horsemen have this gaze anyways but.)

i think he is patient in an eerie sort of way.

i guess im imagining yoshida in college or just young adulthood and he’s…patient with you in an unnerving way.

he’d wait out every horrid boyfriend girlfriend almost partner fling you ever had. let’s you learn all your lessons and come crying to him, where he keeps himself incredibly reserved while comforting you. coos at you with a hand on your back, or perhaps pets your hair. (it is a little patronizing, if you think about it, but it is comfort, nonetheless).

or perhaps some of your lovers just disappear.

or tell you they never want to see you again.

you start thinking you have bad luck or maybe it’s all—well, it’s gotta be you, right? since they’re all running for the hills? since you can’t get anyone to just stay?

except yoshida.

been here the whole time.

doesn’t really push you or—you don’t really think he’s interested in you like that.

until you tell him you’re going out on one more date, one more try, one of these times its gotta work out—

and he laughs kinda coldly. and he asks, are you serious.

but its not really a question.

and you go, what do you mean? of course, yeah, i’m—

“you’re not going.” he says casually, easily, that pleasant, simple smile on his face once more.

has it always looked this hollow? this—dangerous?

you laugh nervously. “oh, you’re in charge now?”

he gazes at you from under long, dark lashes. pretty, pretty boy that he is. disarming. slippery.

“you know, you’ve really made me chase.”

i think he’s horrendously, terrifyingly patient, until he really isn’t anymore.

deft fingers tip your chin up and your mouth is hanging open in shock.

i think he torments you, since you made him wait so long.

makes you squirm and embarrasses you. is almost mean but pretends he is only being mischievous. i think he wants to eat you alive. i think he wants to make you suffer with barely a touch.

his voice is coaxing, a tendril of persuasion until you’re bare and you’re not even being touched and somehow it’s so much worse that he’s not touching you. that he’s fully clothed and he’s just—

messing with you a little. lurking in your shadows, guiding you. making you suffer. making you beg.

he likes to play with his food, you remember. circle it a little, wait for the best moment to—

and he keeps that same smile on his face, the easy, pretty one. the hollow one, with the shark eyes.

but you catch flashes of it sometimes, the thing that lurks beneath his skin, the desire he barely contains.

you catch it in the slip of his smile that is more a baring of his teeth. the sudden swarm of darkness, of possession, and hunger in his usually aloof appearance.

the moment before he strikes, like a shark’s eyes as they roll back and sink into their teeth into flesh, you catch the horrible bliss of it. the way he savors it.

the way he savors devouring you whole.

[woonova]

꩜ ﾟ˖ SING ME TO SLEEP !.

◟﹙ 🎡 ﹚kim sunoo ﹕oneshot ﹙ @woonova ﹚

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  written to say something by twice

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  genre fluff, high school au

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  synopsis annoyed at the fact that he would now have to take a different bus because of his teacher's actions sunoo saunters into the afternoon with a displeased mood, that quickly changes once he catches sight of you heading towards the empty seat next to him

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  warning none i'm aware of, plz notify me if you find any

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  wc 0.95k

rin's notes ! tumblr’s algorithm works best with reblogging so plz consider reblogging and liking my posts

SUNOO WAS STARTING TO GET ANNOYED. Slowly, but surely, his eyes were forming into sharp creases and the furrow of his eyebrows grew deeper with every passing minute — forming a deep line in the center of his forehead.

He was meant to leave this dreary building an hour ago — happily finding a seat next to the bus' window as he listened to the soothing melodies that were emitted from his dark coloured earbuds. He grumbled to himself as he stepped out of the building, clearly upset at the fact that his extra lesson's teacher had kept back the class for an extra hour. He would now have to take a different bus that took a longer route, which he was obviously not very keen on doing.

The wait was a short one, it seemed as if as soon as he sat at the waiting area, with an irritated expression and a pout etched on his lips, the bus driver decided to arrive and end his misery. 'It could be worse,' Sunoo thought as he stepped up the worn out steps. The bus wasn't crowded and still had a decent amount of seats left, which Sunoo grinned at — at least he wouldn't have to give up his beloved window seat.

But alas, all happiness and excitement turned to nervousness as tension raked along his body like a thick blanket. He sat upright, anxiously pulling his eyes over your advancing figure.

You seemed tired, exhausted even. Hair pulled back into a messy updo, loose curls escaping — creating a beautiful frame for your face. Your face that carried a drowsy expression, lips pulled into a small pout and eyes slowly hoping for an empty seat to earn its visibility. And before long, you were seated at the far end of the bus, situated in the last row away from all noise and distraction. In an empty seat next to him.

Kim Sunoo was never in your group of associates. Sure, you had seen him lurking around the campus, his bright eyes and radiant smile instantly setting him apart from the rest, but you had never been one to actively seek out an interaction with the boy.

Likewise, you were never a member in Sunoo's large group of friends. Yes, he had seen you around many a times, to the point where his friend, Jungwon claimed he had a special eye just for you. But, unlike you Sunoo had always wondered what you were like under your mask of indifference. He thought of how beautiful your smile would be and the sound of your laughter as he relayed to you one of the many jokes that passed around his circle.

As you sat next to the peachy boy you could almost instantly clock the tension in the air. His shoulders were stiff as he held his backpack close, almost afraid to come any closer than he already was.

"Are you okay?" a soft voice called out and Sunoo abruptly turned to find its owner. He was so baffled that you were even speaking to him that he disregarded the fact that his weird behaviour was evident to you. While you were worried because you were sure of the fact that if he didnt relax soon he would probably face whiplash.

"Calm down, im not gonna hurt you or anything. It's just that you looked a little frightened." you later voiced out after the small pause of silence. Sunoo let out a breath as he relaxed in his seat, becoming hyper aware of his behaviour towards you. He cleared his throat before responding, "Umm yeah, i'm fine." internally cringing at the way his voice sounded.

"Cool, wouldn't want you passing out on me now."

And Sunoo let out a small chuckle at this, "Yeah, cool."

After your unexpected interaction you both fell into a comfortable air of silence. His thick blanket seemingly, slowly slid off leaving him comfortably perched on his seat as he stared out the window, hoping to get away from your gaze. He was falling back into his regular routine. Sweet melodies traveling through his earbuds as he gazed out at the unfamiliar scenery.

Contentment, that could be the word to describe his state as he lightly hummed to himself, creating a beautiful harmony for whoever heard it. You were still seated next to him, your face still carrying that tired expression but now you were a bit more relaxed. And Sunoo couldn't help but think he was the reason as he physically felt you calm down beside him. Your head unconsciously traveling towards his shoulder, as your grip on your own backpack loosened.

And with this newfound knowledge Sunoo continued his actions. He slowly reached upwards to fix your body against his, so that you wouldn't have to worry about a neck ache later in the afternoon and pulled your bag closer into his lap. Never stopping the soothing noises that came from his mouth. You both stayed like this until the end of the ride, sat in soothing tranquility as a blanket of peace wrapped around you.

You awoke from a light shake on your shoulder, it was Sunoo. "Uhh were almost at my stop so I thought i'd wake you." his voice was ever so quiet as if he was afraid to pull you out of your peaceful state.

"Oh yeah no worries, i'm sorry for you know...." you trailed off at the end of your sentence growing a bit shy because of your current situation.

"Don't worry it's not a problem. I'll always be here if you need a shoulder to lay on." He offered you a sly smile.

"I'll hold you to it then."

"I would be sad if you didn't."

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© https://...woonova | 2023

[isa-ghost]

hey it's the anon who asked what dr*m did,

I decided to do my own research (mainly cause I was curious) but... I can't find much? let me rephrase it - I did find the allegations from 6ish months ago, that he's going to court with one(?) of them, but that's... all? I didn't find the court's verdict, confirmations, or him admitting either... and any post or video I find has both the OP and the comments mostly on his side and believing that it's either not true or true but not grooming, even people who say they're not his fans or don't even like him.

so Im not sure if the confirmation didn't reach youtube or if I'm searching wrong or something?

but honestly while researching I realized that I cant stand him lmao, gotta agree with some comments I read - he made a mistake by showing more of his personality online, looks like any time he can handle a situation wrong/respond wrong he does it

so dunno, guess I didnt find the confirmation but at least now I don't find his old minecraft videos interesting anymore so theres that

Yeah he can't act properly to save his fucking life

Also I think most of the threads on Twitter and stuff that have all the proof he's guilty/etc is probably long buried, unfortunately. You could probably try to ask around saying you're trying to get the whole picture but tbh it's not a huge deal if you can't. You can try searching my blog but Tumblr sucks with that shit. The fact that this and his other controversies have been buried and lost to the void of the internet is typical white boy with a monstrously big platform shit so I'm not surprised. I never heard any details about court (prob for legal reasons) or a conviction either. All I know is there was screenshot proof from the victim that they talked, and Dr*m confirmed the screenshots were real but didn't say anything about other details. But those details literally can't be false if the screenshots & the shit said in them are true.

Anyway, as far as his other bullshit goes:

People found old kkk meme edits on his yt account through the wayback machine. More than once if I'm not mistaken

He has a history of defending himself using the r slur

He cheated "on accident" in a speedrun (the least important thing ever but everyone always brings it up)

He claimed he was going to donate all proceeds during pride month to lgbt+ charities & he'd do charity streams all month but never did

He defended himself about replying to haters, which would send thousands of his toxic stans after the person getting them doxxed/death threats/etc and he refused to address that it was irresponsible of him bc he was too entitled to immaturely clap back at the antis. Even other ccs, like B/itzel called him out about shit related to how he uses his platform irresponsibly & he unfollowed & shaded them like a bitch baby

The whole "accidental" copycat shit with QSMP/USMP and basically softcore stalking Q/uackity online.

His "apologies" for all of the above fucking sucked in multiple ways. And that's just 2021-Now shit I can remember off the top of my head, I lost my Twitter in May last year so now I get my info from people's posts about it on here or links to tweets.

Everyone largely suspects he spontaneously reignited d/smp lore & started the finale to cover up the groomer thing bc he has a history of doing smth "new and cool" every time he causes drama to divert attention and avoid accountability.

He's also suspected of suddenly rewriting the d/smp finale to paint his Irredeemable Abuser Villain Up Until The Last Stream as a sympathetic poor baby out of nowhere and wrote that his victim, c!Tommy apologized to him, which sends a HORRIBLE message about abusive relationships. T/ommy and T/ubbo have both subtly mentioned not liking the finale and that Dr*m had AWFUL communication during the last like 6+ months of the smp.

He also suddenly showed up in T/ubbo's chat lurking while T/ubbo happened to be mentioning he'd do his own research on the grooming situation instead of blindly siding with Dr*m and it was some shit out of a horror movie is2g, he suddenly dmed T/ubbo out of nowhere during it on discord saying they'd talk about it after T/ubbo wasn't streaming. Basically sounds like he was gonna bias T/ubbo about his innocence. Like he hadn't been in chat all stream long but SUDDENLY he was there the second the topic came up. But the d/smp ccs also can't say anything about the situation since it's a legal matter, so a handful of ccs have just stated/implied they don't support him other ways

He only quit MCC bc he threw a tantrum about how he couldn't practice for it but now that MCC island exists, people were getting better than him. He's habitually a sore loser about that kinda shit

He's got that whole weird "is he, isn't he" bullshit going on about him being lgbt. I personally think he's just catering to his stupid d/n/f shippers bc they like to truth their relationship & sexuality all the time and he's never explicitly said he's bi or smth. He's just vaguely been like "yeeeaahhhh I mostly like girls like 99% but maaaayyybeee I like guys idkkkk. 🤪" But he's also done that multiple times so who tf knows. I'm not gonna fully dismiss him & I understand no one including me is entitled to his specific sexuality, but he has garbage credibility on like everything so I'm neutral on the matter and find it hard to believe him

Not directly him related, but his stans went on a long and horrifying witch hunt on Twitter during the kkk ordeal doxxing, death threatening & harassing ENTIRE mcyt subtwts who spoke out against him and called him out on his racism, performative activism, shitty apology, etc. For example, I was part of S/neeg's subtwt and all my mutuals and me had to go private to avoid getting doxxed. It felt like being raided in some dystopian ass horror film. Entire subtwts were going private, panicking, paranoid they'd get outed & stalked & harassed by people just for condemning racism, raising Black voices, etc. It was borderline traumatic to some people, I know people who lost sleep over it bc they were so afraid.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head but the end of 2021 to early 2022 was a fucking nightmare between him being an immature entitled piece of shit and his stans blindly defending him and going out of their way to endanger people who rightfully opposed him.

[kamakazih8syou]

"it took you that long?" Ghost x GN!Reader

PREMISE: Soap has been suspicious of two of his co-workers out of work relationship... PAIRINGS: ghost x gn!reader WARNINGS: talks of injuries (nothing gory)

Soap is a very, very nosey man. You practically can't leave a paper out without him sneaking up to read it! Texting around him is an absolute nightmare too. Knowing this and inviting him into your home? Well... you practically set yourself up for failure. 141 was going on a very rare, elusive, once in a blue moon occasion. The unit was going to get drinks at a local pub. You needed to grab a jacket and some cash, and Soap needed a ride! So you offered to let him stop by while you grab what you need and freshen up a bit! Nothing that would take too long right? You went to the bathroom to spray on some perfume and to touch up your makeup and that's where Soaps mission began. Soap first looked at the pictures on your walls, Some of graduation, getting your degree but one caught his eye... Your wedding day. The picture captured your special moment perfectly, your unknown grooms head being shoved into a piece of cake, and you smiling and laughing. The picture next to it was a Polaroid of what seemed to be the same man smiling and kissing you. Soap picked up the picture to analyze it further. Unbeknownst to him, this unknown groom of yours was Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, who you somehow got to not have his infamous balaclava on for some pictures on your wedding day. Soap soon realized who this was due to the fact one of his balaclavas was tossed on your kitchen table. Soap questioned everything he ever saw the two of you do and it made... perfect sense. He had always been suspicious but he never pushed the matter! All the prolonged stares from Ghost, watching you walk out of the room like he would never see you again. The few times Soap had walked in on you sleeping on Ghosts shoulder, while he looked at you like you were the most important thing on this Earth.... Soap could recall a very specific moment where he knew something was up. It was a day after a particularly hard mission. The unit was in slight chaos and the make-shift "hospital" was almost full. Soap had gotten a stab to his lower abdomen, Gaz had taken a tumble and bruised a few ribs, and Ghost somehow earned a slice to his arm. You did your best to patch everyone up and soon, night came. Soap was awoken to mumbles coming from Ghosts bed while he obviously decided to ease-drop on whatever conversation was going on. there was a small laugh from you. "My name is Ghost and and I lurk in the shadows awaiting my next prey!" you start cackling at your amazing impression of your husband. You could see Simons eyes slightly lighten up, he was smiling. "I do not sound like that. My accent isn't that horrible." Simon said in the most serious voice he could manage, you could hear the very small bits of laughter he was attempting to hold back. Soap watched as you scooted into Ghosts bed and lifted his mask ever so slightly to press a kiss onto his cheek. Ghost just turned his head. "You know, if you're gonna kiss me every time I tell you your impressions are absolute shit, im gonna make you do impressions a lot more." Soap heard you snicker and saw Ghosts mask lifted up again. Soap drifted off to sleep after that. Soaps eyes darted to the wall of your house as he saw the one factor that confirmed all suspicions. On the wall, there was a framed license saying you could practice medicine, and while most people only knew you as "Doc" and nothing else there was your first and last name on display, your last name being none other then... Riley. "Hey Soap! You ready to rock and roll?" You say with a smile. Soap turns to you with a shit eating grin. "Oh yeah! I didn't know you were married Doc!" Your face goes a little white when he says that. "Ive been married for about 4 years now Soap, its not exactly private information" Soap raises an eyebrow and sighs. "Out of all people you marry Lt., honestly I didn't see him as the marriage type but-" Soap was cut off with a slap to the face. "Do you want a ride or not." Soap rubs his face and straightens his back "Ill be in the car Doc!"

[grosserboyfriend]

redguytober two.

warnings: bugs (NOT in a sexual sense there’s just a creepy mention of bugs.) implied mind corruption, anal, rougher than anything i’ve written for him before. no specific genitalia mentioned

also im trying out writing with the gang’s human names (red is harry, duck is dillan, yellow is manny). theyre still puppets in this though. maybe in the future i’ll de-degenerateify myself and write them as humans, i dont think thats what you guys are here for though

this house did things to people.

you had first noticed it at breakfast, a couple weeks ago. it had been a while since dillan’s stint as a dead man, but you felt something crawling up your foot anyway. you shook it off, peeking under the table to see what was there.

maggots. maggots were creeping their way out from every crevice of the floor to dillan’s legs, swarming him with their hungry little bodies. when you looked back up, he was still just reading the paper as if nothing were wrong. manny giggled as some of the bugs crawled over his feet, complaining of the tickles. he had taken the brunt of the mental toll, sometimes going completely non-verbal as if it hurt him to think.

you’d made eye contact with harry, a silent, worried look passing between the two of you. there was reassurance there, that he hadn’t succumbed to whatever lurked in the walls and devoured your friends bit by bit.

-

or that’s what you had thought, that morning. but now, with your face pressed into your pillows and fingers curling in the sheets, you wondered if harry’s mental decay had taken a different form.

he was holding your hips up, forcing your back into a perfect arch even as your arms ached and your thighs trembled. he had already made you cum once, his triple tongues working you open and making you see stars. you had thought he’d stop there.

you were wrong.

he was rutting against you, cock pressed against your ass as he reached around to palm at you, sending sparks through your body. you whined, arms threatening to give out as he toyed with your overstimulated body. “love,” you groaned, voice hoarse. “please don’t- fuck, don’t tease-”

“shush.”

it came out as a command, not a request- the first time he had ever spoken to you like that. the surprise of it made you fall silent, eyes wide as he pressed himself into you more insistently, as if he were edging himself. “just- hush, fuck.”

the last words tumbled out as a moan as he finally, blessedly entered you, making you shove your face deeper into the pillows to muffle your moan. the sight of you so complacent only encouraged him to hold your hips up with one hand, the other on your back to keep you down, as he fucked you into the mattress.

despite his request, you couldn’t help but moan into the pillows as he set a brutal pace, cock hitting spots you didn’t even know you had as he wrecked you. you could hear him above you, the absolutely lewd squelch of his cock plunging into you muffled by his own pants and groans, louder and more unabashed than he’d ever been. your whole body twitched as you heard him hiss, “so pretty, so fucking good for me”. this only earned you being pressed harder down into your bed, and a deeper angle for harry to fuck into you at.

you could feel yourself getting close, reaching a weak arm to touch yourself before harry pushed it away, the hand from your back going down to palm against you. you sobbed, back arching against him as you came, clenching around him. he hissed, holding your hips in a grip so rough you were sure you’d have a bruise the next day as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

before you could fully cross into overstimulation, he came inside you, the sensation of him filling you making you whine as he choked on his moans, shaking as you milked him for everything he had.

he collapsed against you, half-pinning you to the mattress. “sorry.”

“hm?” you tilted your head to face him as best you could, what with his softening cock still inside you. he refused to meet your gaze, staring off to some dark corner of your room. “didn’t mean to hurt you.”

it was a simple statement, but you knew what he meant.

“you didn’t. you’d never.” you whispered, tucking yourself into your place in the crook of his neck.

this house did things to people.

[nerugiganon]

my eldy ring journey so far

having met the requisite tutorial people (melina, kale, ranni), crept around the gatefront ruins camp several times until i finally managed to clear it out without dying

also managed to parry the mean knight with the big shield so maybe picking the confessor class (comes equipped with 100% physical damage negation medium parry shield) was no a mistake

followed the road from the gatefront until i somehow ended up by an evergaol

thought, oh why not, no real penalty to dying in an evergaol

spend the next four hours dying repeatedly to bloodhound knight darriwil while failing every single parry & dying to blood loss having chipped off 2% of his health

then in one insane run parry him four times in a row and kill him without taking any damage whatsoever

i am now in possession of a video clip that makes me look like a god tier elden ring player who does hitless speedruns. this is a complete and absolute lie

i am also now in the possession of the bloodhound's fang. i do not have the stats to wield it

while looking up the bloodhound's fang online to see if its a good weapon (it is) i find out that this is part of blaidd's questline?? you could have summoned him?

I HAVE NOT EVEN MET BLAIDD

proceed to get VERY lost in limgrave looking for blaidd. can't for the life of me find him. thankfully @emcandon was on video chat with me at this point & very generously guided me to the mistwoods

found blaidd

found the GIANT ASS BEAR LURKING IN THE RUIN BLAIDD IS IN. WHY IS THAT THERE. MIYAZAKI WHY. THAT'S SO MEAN. I HAVE NEVER SCREAMED SO LOUD IN MY LIFE

after a runaround, get to talk to blaidd. he will not acknowledge that darriwil is dead, no matter how much i say "I beat him Blaidd. Look I got his stuff. Look" while parading the bloodhound's fang in front of him

give up, decide to go bother the beastman of farum azula in his cave

get murked repeatedly by the pack of wolves in the cave. they literally ate me alive so many times. the beastman? beat him in one try. wasn't even close. the wolves were the real boss of that cave

at some point i also snuck into liurnia by the secret side passage, met thops, ran away from everything in abject terror, and registered two graces so that melina will take me to the roundtable hold.

ask fia to give me a hug because ;______; fia please i am goin through it

next day. have a brainwave. go back to the evergaol where i fought darriwil. blaidd is there. he gives me a somber smithing stone for doing his job for him

at this point i have not fought any real boss enemies aside from darriwil and the beastman

decide the logical next step is to go bother the tree sentinel

i once told @emcandon about finding the eldy ring streams of peco (fave botw/zelda streamer) & how his first stream was just 4 hours of him fighting tree sentinel. they said, "there's a particular type of player who will throw themselves at the tree sentinel for hours bc they can't let it go"

it's me. im the particular type of player who will throw themselves at the tree sentinel for hours bc there;s something deeply wrong with me. this is my first fromsoft game. this is not a good first experience

after six hours of grinding ive gotten him to one hit away from dying

tumblr wont let me upload the video file

i am so close but i think this is where i am leaving the fight. i can literally feel an RSI developing in my right thumb and i want to do something else in this game please

once i have the stats to wield the bloodhound's fang tho.... he's done for

[zoyaofthegardvn]

Long time no see!

omg.. hey guys. so i know i basically disappeared off the planet.. right after i was like "hi everyone im back from disappearing!" yeah! my bad! i just haven't felt like writing, and my life has been insanely busy since this past spring semester ended. im in the thick of my fall semester of senior year and just really missing this page.

please know that i have been lurking, though! i have read every single kind and thoughtful and encouraging message and comment you all have sent me. it means more to me than you all could ever know! it's absolutely the main reason why i feel like i wanna (slowly) come back. i miss writing, i miss writing for my favorite characters, and i especially miss providing some queer content for you all.

i cant promise anything. i cant promise that i'll be as active as i once was and that i'll get to every request in a timely manner. but i can promise that i'll never completely abandon this page! i love tumblr and i love fanfic and i love you guys! <3

so bear with me while i creep back on here. im ready to start writing again and i cant tell you when i'll have something ready for you guys, but just know that im working on it.

in fact... i may be a little late... but we are now in the midst of kinktober...

sapphic kinktober, anyone? ;)