#i think shed be cute w short hair

[milkbreadtoast]

Ham Ga-in design test... idk if I'd go with this design but I just tried to stay close to her ep 1 appearance + added freckles for some variation kdjfj...

edit: added some more doodles🥺 this design is growing on me aldjsldn🫣

[wanduhhh]

Afternoon Delight (18+)

Oneshot- church mommy Wanda

Can’t pretend I’ll turn this into a series because I’m too lazy, but I was physically unable to not write something based on this pic. Enjoy!

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“Just sit those beside the muffins sweetie, thanks so much for doing this” Wanda’s sweet words had you blushing and just about dropping the tray of cookies in your arms.

“Oh it’s no problem at all Wanda, anything for you” you beamed at her; internally smacking your forehead at your inability to play it cool. In your defence today was one of those glorious days where Wanda wore her glasses, and you were a goner at the sight.

Thick lenses framing her face, perched just above her button nose. She was too cute for her own good. She had recently cut her hair short and had been embarrassed about the ‘mom cut’ until you had convinced her she looked great by bombarding her with compliments until her cheeks were red.

This infatuation with the married woman had begun the second you moved to the small neighbourhood, greeted warmly by the woman the second your feet hit the sidewalk. From then on, she had become a permanent fixture in your daily life.

Wine dates and going to her whenever you had a tear in your dress that you just couldn’t sew. You had weaved your way into her busy life, and you were certainly not complaining.

This is what had led you to being in church at 7am on a Saturday morning. Wanda had flashed you a rushed smile the night before, explaining how she had so much to organise for the bake sale and practically no one to help her. Your car was loaded with baked goods before the night was over.

“Wanda you’ve really outdone yourself, this looks amazing” your eyes scanned over all the little handmade decorations she had been working on for the past week. Cheeks hurting from the smile that refused to leave your face.

“I couldn’t have done it without you silly, I really have to repay you somehow”. This was the biggest drawback to your friendship with the woman. The constant innuendos, the way she showered you with compliments and was always brushing hair out of your face with a perfectly manicured hand.

You could certainly think of a few ways she could repay you; imagining them whilst making eye contact with a crucified Jesus statue was not your finest moment.

As the day rolled on and the church became littered with all your fellow neighbours, you got less of Wanda’s undivided attention. The only thing that made you feel a little better about it was being able to study the woman whilst she was in her element.

Serving a cookie and ensuring everyone left her table with a smile, the woman was enchanting. Her movements so calculated, she stopped every now and again to throw you a quick smile over her shoulder.

Sometimes when she was listening intently to someone you would catch her twirling the bow around her neck in between her fingers, brows furrowed as she ingested every word that reached her ears. Earlier she had shed her grey coat, giving you a better view of the tight black dress that covered her body. You could not get your mind out of the gutter.

You were snapped out of your incessant daydreaming when you heard her calling your name, “y/n? Are you in there hun, you look a little warm”. You shook your head to clear the fuzziness that had taken over your brain. “Sorry Wanda, just lost myself for a moment there. What did you need?” Your words came out shaky as the hand she had placed on your forehead remained in place.

“Could you come help me with some boxes in the storage room sweetheart, there’s far too many”. You were nodding and following her like a puppy before she even finished her sentence.

The room was tiny and the boxes left only enough room for you to be pressed against Wanda’s side, the proximity leaving your mouth dry.

As you reached for the first box you felt Wanda grab your hand and raise it to her cheek. Spinning round to watch curiously as she pressed your fingertips against her ruby lips.

“Wanda what are you doing?” Your words came out as a whisper, too afraid to pierce the bubble surrounding you. “You’ve been so distracted today sweetie, and I think after being such a good girl you deserve a reward hmm?” You found yourself nodding along with her words.

“Come here darling” she whispered as she pulled you impossibly closer. Your mind could not catch up but it didn’t have to when Wanda brought your hands down to play with the bow around her neck.

“Take your reward baby” this finally snapped you out of it, not willing to pass up such an opportunity. You pushed her to lean against the wall of boxes, dropping to your knees in front of her. The irony of worshipping her in the back of a church was not lost on you.

You struggled to push the tight black skirt above her hips and she chuckled breathlessly as she wiggled her hips to pull it up. Your hands brushing over each other as desperation filled the room.

You were grateful to be on your knees already when you finally got the dress up to her waist, because the lacy black panties she had on would’ve left you unable to stand. You moaned at the sight, your mouth watering just at the thought of tasting her.

Your might flickered between wanting to tease her until she whined, and wanting to push your tongue into her immediately. But in the end she made the decision for you, grasping your hair with both hands and pushing your face between her thighs.

Her hand came down to push her panties to the side and you barely got to appreciate the view before she pushed your face back to where it was. No barrier between your mouth and her now. Your tongue immediately gathering up as much wetness as it possibly could.

Her head fell back on the boxes with a thump and you raised your eyes to see her panting with an open mouth. The sight had you moaning into her, and that had her biting down onto her own hand to stop herself from filling the church with the sound of her moans.

When you let your fingers enter her, mouth not stopping for a second you were rewarded with a moan she let slip free. It only spurred you on to move faster.

A knock at the door startled you and you tried to pull away as panic rose in your throat, but Wanda’s grip kept you where you were and you watched as she cleared her throat prepared to lie effortlessly.

“Wanda hun, you in there?” Agatha’s voice floated through the door and right before Wanda replied you added an extra finger to hear her squeak. “Uh yes Agatha, just looking for uh some trays in the boxes I’ll be back in a jiff”.

“Want some help in there?” The door knob wiggled as Agatha asked, but unbeknownst to you Wanda had already taken care of that problem. “No no it’s alright, I’m- uh. I’m all good in here Agatha”. You could feel Wanda clenching around you and you silently willed the other woman to leave and let you hear her moan for you.

“Okay hun, see you out there” you heard her heels shift as she turned from the door, “be right there, I’m just coming” the innuendo couldn’t be missed, not with the way you could barely move your fingers. “Fuck I’m coming” that one was whispered just for you. You looked up and saw Wanda staring down at you, glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Ruby lip caught between teeth.

“Such a good girl, keep going. I’m almost there” she was naive to imagine you’d stop. Not when she was about to come in your mouth. And she did, with shaking thighs and a silent moan. Nails digging into your scalp deep enough that you winced into her.

You tried to keep going, but she pulled your hand away with your wrist, dragging you to your feet as she put your fingers in her mouth to clean them up. “Mmm you’re way too good at that sweetheart. I can’t wait to repay the favour”. The thought of Wanda’s mouth on you had you grinning at her, but that abruptly ended when she fixed her panties and pulled her dress back down. Laughing gently at your pout.

“Soon baby, right now we have more cookies to sell so grab those trays and get your cute butt out there”

And she was on her way, you knew she was going to get you into a lot of trouble.

[prettyb0ycvnt]

i woke up like 6 hours ago and the only thing i had on my mind was writing more of this for u to touch urself to so "૮₍ •⤙•˶

a week has passed since my encounter with the prince and so far... nothing has really happened. the prince mustve forgotten! or he pitied me too much to say something to the king. theres no way i can do what i did without any consequences is there? anytime my superiors call me in, i think, my time has come, my life is over now. but its never the case. did i really get away with it? 

as i return from my post to the guards chambers, theres a messenger. he hands me a scroll, not sparing me a dirty and disapproving scowl. its from the prince, he told me before walking away. i looked at the scroll in fear, this was the end of me, im done for, ill never see the prince again! i open the scroll and begin reading its writings. as expected, it is from the prince, but reading further was far more surprising.

calling me to return to your bed chambers, telling me how you havent gone a second without thinking of our short time together, lustful and depraved writing about that night and how you wish for me to do more. im frozen in disbelief, not only have i survived but you want... more of me? i take off the heavy plate armour that stopped me last time, keeping my helmet and chainmail. i try to hide my eagerness as i make my way to your chambers but that proves futile as i run down the castles halls to reunite with you. the guard outside your chambers gives me a weird look when i approach, but i am too desperate to spare him a moment and explain. i open you door and im greeted by the sight of you on the floor, with your legs spread open facing the door, fingers in your cunt. i close and lock the door behind me, taking off my helmet and remaining armour as i rush down to you. my goodness prince, you look like a puppy in heat! let me help you, i say as i climb on top of you. my fingers start working your tdick and cunt but you stop me by holding my wrist, shyly eyeing my crotch. i nod, picking you up with ease and placing you on the bed, being on the royal guard sure comes in handy during sexual encounters. 

as i take out my cock i see your cunt twitch and drool at the sight. my once pure and untainted prince now begging me to defile him. somehow as i line myself up with your cunt, and slide my cock inside you, its not a dream. at this point its hard to hold back, enveloped by your warm and tight boypussy, i start off slow and gentle with my thrusts but each moan and whimper makes me shed a layer of self control until im relentless, manhandling you into whatever position i choose, leaving all kinds of marks on your, bruises, bites, hickeys with no regard to where or who might see them. lips on lips, skin on skin, pulling your hair, for so long that tear stream down your cheeks from the pleasure. the best part was making you ride me, my sweet prince bruised up and used, pathetically grinding with my cock up inside you... what a sight to remember. 

even after hours like this, both of us exhausted, i still wasnt satisfied. i lay down on your bed, with you between my legs, face red and hair messy as you reach for my cock with your hand. you give a few strokes before taking the tip in your mouth, slowly taking in as much as you can, which was about halfway. but it was more then enough. you're so cute with your mouth stuffed with cock, i say as i run my fingers through your hair, letting you take the reigns as i admired you. i felt so .. blessed. as if the heavens heard my prayers all those years ago. it doesnt take long for me to cum in your mouth, making you pull away so i finish on your face as well, your perfect face covered in my filth. 

(okay i really dont know how to end or where to go w this so ill leave it up to ur imagination <3 hope u enjoyed, prince 👑)

-🗡️👾🛡️ 

oh my goshhfhfb this response is so late but hholy shit. every time i see you in my inbox its literally a blessing. a miracle, even. because gguh*#?$ everything you send me is literally perfect..??? hfjdjfjjg god this is sososo hot im going to. i feel like im going to combust! also>#($,/?? the bit about riding???? i fear that drove me absolutely insaneee ughh there's something about the thought of riding someone that really gets me so sososo hot >_< !??! godd,,, my brain is farrr too overworked to put together any semblance of a coherent thought about this but god.. i enjoyed it sososo much !!!! going crazy,,, hdhdhjfjgnjgh!??@*

[hyunverse]

omfg i cannot imagine a life without fall. that is so tragic. the rory gilmore vibe is definitely there especially bc i live in nyc so you can really get the fall grasp yk ? YEA can we please talk about changbin in the samsung ad bc holy shit. he’s like. legit perfect. aren’t they all tho like isn’t that why we’re all here in the first place 🤭. i cant get enough of them

100% agree i can’t imagine having a s/o rn. tooooo much work and i’m just not mentally there yet yk 😭 the thought is a lot nicer than the reality of it

i can bet money that you would beat me and that i am far from a bowling prodigy 😔. i have no coordination whatsoever. i’m also extremely short with tiny hands and arms (me and felix are twins) so i’d look an absolute fool LMAO. and it is so cute we do the opposites at the same time but still can communicate like just little humans doing cute little human things on our little phones

cute minho pics 100% made my day better. his little pout i’m distraught <///3. this is my second day w an awful migraine idk what my deal is 💔. i hope your day was good tho and you get some good rest tonight love :)) i read some of your hyunjin stuff again before falling asleep last night and i swear i shed a tear. too much fluff for my sick heart hyunjin just makes me SOFT

- 🐈‍⬛

tragic innit 💔 i sound british ANYWAY. waa u live in nyc? that’s sickkkk. how’s life there like? i only ever see nyc people complain abt the rodents on the streets and random people tryna get u to listen to their mixtape 💀 i hope ure not. . . rodent infested? all jokes pls dont hate me </3 the seungmin kinnie in me popped out for a sec.

changbin’s biceps r so big it gives me the urge to sink my teef in them. go absolutely bonkers with it </3

during my last semester, my roommate had a boyfriend, and she would argue with her boyfriend pretty much everyday so it kind of made me not want one. because imagine finishing your assignments at 1am, and arguing with your boyfriend ‘til 4am? and then having to wake up at 6? i don’t think i can handle that. so many of my friends’ boyfriends ended up being a bit controlling too, not letting them go out and have fun with guy friends. (even with other girls around them!) i feel like at this age, i want the freedom to do anything i want, u get me? a boyfriend would definitely stop that.

it’s ok, i bowl funny too. i’m pretty sure the way i bowl the ball isn’t correct but we r all unique ‼️ who cares if im not swinging my arm right? LMAOO. i have long arms but my hands are tiny so i guess we’re matching at that too 😭 i love felix’s tiny hands. especially when they’re compared with hyune’s like. . . he got hyune looking like a whole gorilla 😟

u are my tiny silly little companion in my tiny silly little phone <3 i’m glad minho made u feel better, i hope your day is better today! i’m sorry to hear about your migraine, my love. have you taken painkillers? drink enough water and do take your meals on time or i will fly to nyc and do it for u. (this is a threat.) my day was so slow LMAO i did absolutely nothing! though i did receive exciting news — got a 4.0 gpa and into the dean’s list!! ‘m overjoyed!! spent the day laying as reward. (thats my excuse for being lazy) thank u for reading my fics hehe. comments like that make me wanna keep going :-) i wanna write a oneshot abt playing with his hair!!!

sending u warm hugs ^__^ with much love frm your rin <3

[touyasdoll]

Okokokokokoooook. But like Dilf Aizawa w Babysitter reader. Shes just so good w Eri all that cute hot stuff that comes with that trope (it's a fav of mine especially if it activates his breeding kink while hes still pining). And fucking just the idea of him coming home to her having sent his kid to bed and waiting for him all nice and he just needs her so bad and "mr a-" "wrong name" "daddy!".

This is a fav of mine too!! 💕 Ahhh can you just imagine what it would be like to be his babysitter?? Him coming home late, both of you secretly pretending that he was coming home to you. The undeniable sexual tension that would inevitably bubble up between you two, especially when he sees how good you are with Eri? He loves taking care of her and now he wants a kid of his own and he thinks you would be just perfect to give him one.

Daddy

Minors DNI

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x reader

Genre: smut & fluff

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, age gap (early 20s vs early 30s), little overstimulation

It’s late in the evening. You’re seated on the couch, curled up and scrolling on your phone when Shouta returns.

“Hi,” you smile shyly, absently playing with your hair as you look up from your phone before setting it aside.

“Hi,” he smiles back, “Eri in bed?”

“Yep,” you nod as he sets his things down on then side table. “She was a perfect angel tonight, as usual.”

“Good,” he nods, removing his capture weapon, his eyes studying you subtly as he cocks his head to the side. "Did you..change your clothes?"

"Hmm? Oh!" You nod sheepishly, your cheeks flushing a shade of crimson as you tug and look down at the old t-shirt of his you were wearing. "I, uh, well. We had a little incident just before dinner. Eri got a little distracted while pouring her juice and I ended up soaked. She said you had some old clothes she never sees you wear, so I threw this on while my clothes were in the wash. Just tossed it in with a load of laundry I saw sitting there. I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," he chuckles, laying the fabric over the back of the couch. "That outfit looks much better on you anyway." He takes a seat on the arm chair beside the end of the couch where you're situated, "No other incidents tonight?"

"Nah," you shake your head with a soft smile, "She was a little embarrassed about the juice mishap. Shed a few tears, so we sat and calmed down for a bit before she tried again. Things went smoothly the second go 'round. My clothes should be done in the dryer in a little bit, actually. I can go check on 'em."

He waves his hand dismissively, "I can still hear the dryer. It takes a notorious amount of time to dry anything completely anyway."

"I don't wanna keep you up or be a bother, I--,"

"You're not," he assures you with a kind glance, a little smile turning up the corners of his lips. "Besides, I hardly ever actually get any sleep and I enjoy your company."

You blush once more, looking down as you fidget with the hem of your his shirt before meeting his gaze again, "Okay. Well how was your day? You’ve heard enough about ours.”

"It was all right. Glad to be home though. Thank you for staying so late, I know the plan initially wasn’t for you to be here all day.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble. That little girl has my whole heart,” you smile, looking down the hall toward her bedroom. “I’m happy to watch her whenever you need.”

He watches your face, his expression soft, “She really loves you. You’re really great with her. There’s no one I trust more to look after her.”

“Thank you,” you turn your head back to look at him, catching the lovestruck expression on his face just before he clears his throat at looks away, readjusting in his seat.

You chew on your inner lip, glancing down as you also readjust in your seat, sitting crossed legged now. Not-so-subtly pulling the borrowed basketballs shorts you’re sporting up higher on your legs, offering him a peek at your inner thighs as you arch your back and stretch, the imprint of your unrestrained nipples poking through the thin material as you groan quietly.

He steals a glance and fights the urge to groan himself, feeling his cock stir in his pants as he wonders what you look like underneath.

He’s caught off guard by the soft moan that falls from your lips, his eyes meet yours as you let your head roll to the side, trailing a hand over your collarbone, between your breasts, letting it come to rest between your thighs, slowly pressing two fingers between your legs as you watch him squirm, his chest heaving as he’s forced to draw deeper breaths.

“What are you doing?” He sighs, unable to tear his eyes away from the way that both of your hands are now subtly exploring your own body.

“Aren’t you tired of pretending that you don’t wanna do this? Don’t you know how badly I want it too?” You mewl quietly, propping your feet up on the couch, spreading your legs for him as you toy with your clit through your shorts, watching his eyes dart to the outline of your folds as the fabric pushes against them. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

“Fuck,” he groans, feeling his self-restraint quickly dissolving. “I do. You have no idea how badly I want to, but we—,”

“I’m a big girl, I can decide what I want,” you sigh, massaging your breast, tugging your clothed nipple as you plead. “Please, want it so bad. I’ll beg, if that’s what you want.”

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, rocking his hips forward as he pats his knee, his voice thick with authority when he speaks again. “Come here.”

You heed his instruction, standing to stroll over and straddle his lap, steadying yourself on his shoulders and he placed his hands over your hips, pulling you forward as he bucks his hips into you.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, closing your eyes as you catch your clit on the bulge in his pants, “Mr. Aizawa—,”

“Mm-mm,” he fills his hands with his grip on your ass, striking your right cheek as he whispers against your neck, “Wrong name.”

“Shouta?” You try again, playfulness evident in your tone as you tilt your head to the side, a devious smile spreading across your face.

He strikes your left cheek this time, a little harder now, and you let out a soft yelp.

“I’ll give you one more guess, kitten,” he growls seductively in your ear, placing a kiss to your quickening pulse as he ruts his hips up into yours.

“Daddy,” you moan, tightening your grip on his shoulders as you desperately grind against him.

“Good girl,” he smirks, running his hands up the back of your shirt to lift it off, tossing it to the side as he sits back to look at you.

His eyes rove over your torso, admiring your breasts as he slowly cups them in his hands, muttering a quiet, “Damn,” beneath his breath as he leans in, taking your nipple in his mouth as he closes his eyes.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” you coo, arching into his touch, moaning louder as he continues his assault on your sensitive nipples, pulling at the other with skilled fingers. “Been thinking about this for so long.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it, kitty,” he presses your breasts together, massaging them as he looks up at you intently. “Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna ride your cock, Daddy,” you run your hands over his chest, shifting your hips anxiously on top of his. “It’s so big, I can feel it. All I want is your cock. ‘S’all I can think about.”

He moves more quickly, his cock growing impossibly harder in his pants as he lifts his hips, and you with him, to work them off of his hips until they fall around his ankles and his cock springs free.

“So big,” you’re almost drooling as you wrap your hand around it, stroking slowly along his entire length. “Can I have it, Daddy, please?”

“You’re gonna kill me, kitten,” he chokes out a groan, guiding your hips up and off of his to yank down your shorts. “No panties, hmm?”

You maneuver yourself to allow him to pull them completely off of you before straddling his lap again, his swollen cock nestled against your slick folds as you lean in as whisper, “Those got soaked too. For a different reason,” you stroke his tip languidly, lifting your hips up to line him up with your entrance, swiping his leaking head against your clit as you moan. “Couldn’t help but to play with myself a little after I put Eri to bed. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, Daddy.”

You sink down on his length as he seizes your hips, his fingertips dipping into your plush skin as his head falls back against the back of the chair, the most relieved groan you’ve ever heard escaping his lips.

“Don’t worry though,” you sigh breathlessly, setting a slow pace as you begin to bounce on his cock, “I made sure not to make a mess of your sheets,” you smirk, clenching around him and he gasps before growling, a feral look in his eyes when they meet yours again.

“How long have you been touching yourself in my bed?” His winds a hand into your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck as he sucks and bites ar your skin.

“Too long,” you admit, moan after moan pouring from your lips as he takes control, fucking up into you roughly, unable to contain himself any longer. “Couldn’t help m-myself, fuck, daddy,” you whine, clinging to the collar of his shirt.

“Gonna have to make a mess of those sheets anyway, kitten,” he growls, kicking his pants aside before he stands, lifting you with ease as he carries you off to the bedroom, his cock sliding deep inside your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so big, ahh. So tight,” you wince, the new angle stretching you around him before he lays you down on the bed and climbs over you, immediately sinking his cock straight back in.

“You’re so beautiful, kitten,” he holds your jaw in his hand, “But I’m gonna make such a mess of you tonight. Been waiting too long to fuck you like this.”

He slams his hips into you suddenly and you cry out, eyes rolling back as he hits that special spot within your walls.

“You have any idea how hard it is for me not to bend you over and breed you senseless anytime I have you alone?”

You gasp, meeting his slow thrusts as he cups your face in his large palm, studying your features as he gets lost in the feeling of finally having you right where he wants you.

“Is that what you want, Daddy? I can give it to you,” your chest heaves as you carefully push your fingers into his hair, finding his gaze. “I want it. Wanna feel you cum inside me. Wanna take everything you have,” you sigh breathlessly as he kisses you, hard and deep.

You can taste how badly he needs you on his tongue as it lashes against yours. His mouth melds against yours as of it were made just for your lips. He greedily swallows every sinful moan that you offer, tugging on your bottom lip as he groans, his hips thrusting faster as he feels himself getting close.

He can tell that you’re almost there yourself with the way your walls are contracting around him, your eyes shut tight as yours moan pitch up and become more frequent.

“Gonna cum for daddy?” He kisses along your jaw, thrusting deeper to hit that special spot again and it catapults you both over the edge.

He leans back, keeping his thrusts steady as you both ride out your orgasms. You, convulsing beneath him as you briefly lose the ability to make a sound, wailing when the intense wave finally washes over you as he grunts with every rough thrust, each one growing sloppier than the last until he’s just hovering over you, panting as he watches his some of his seed slowly drip back out of your quivering cunt to spill over his balls.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, running his hands up your sides slowly, sending fresh shivers up your spine in your overstimulated state.

“Fuck,” you sigh, staring up at him dreamily as he lowers himself back down to kiss you slowly.

“Mm, is it too forward of me to ask you to stay the night?” He chuckles, a deep, soothing rumble echoing in the quiet bedroom.

“I don’t think so,” you giggle in reply. “You gotta take this off though, that’s the deal.” You pull at his shirt gently.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grins, reaching to the nape of his neck to tug his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before laying beside you, keeping his semi-hard cock nestled snugly within your center as he pulls your thigh over his hip. “You mind if we stay like this for a while?” He brushes a lock of your disheveled hair behind your ear. “You just feel so good.”

“Not at all,” you smile softly against his lips as they brush against yours, his nose nuzzling yours gently. “I feel like I could lay here with you forever,” you quietly admit, pressing a hand to his chest as you watch his lips curl into a soft smile.

He closes his hand around yours, “I do too.”

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

[startanewdream]

For the Hinny Ficfest lovely organized by @clarensjoy, here’s the second drabble set during Christmas of Year 6, with Harry doing some good old pining.

70. "Mum thinks I'm dating you" (and Harry wishes she was right)

Ginny throws herself on the cnouch next to Harry, eyes closed. Harry tries not to show any reaction, though it’s hard — her presence comes with that intoxicating flowery scent and he can’t help but inhale deeply, even as he keeps his gaze forward. He doesn’t need to turn to her anyway — he’s been stealing glances in her direction all day, enjoying the contrast between her new dark green sweater and her flaming red hair, or the flush that came to the cream colour of her skin as she had worked on her broomstick all afternoon.

‘Mum thinks we are dating’, she announces, making him jump.

Harry turns to look at her now, surprise flashing upon his face.

‘W-what?’, he splutters, feeling his face reddening. Ginny is smirking, amused, though Harry doesn’t know if it is because of his reaction or because of her mother’s wrong idea.

Harry wishes Mrs. Weasley was correct on that assumption, but alas he is not the one who gets to say he is dating Ginny.

'Secretly dating, mind you. Very naughty of us'.

'I — we —', Harry stops, his brain frozen at the idea of dating Ginny and "naughty" in the same context. He forces himself to breath, which, with her perfume in the air, does nothing to help him clear his mind. 'How come?'

‘She saw your Christmas gift’, Ginny explains. Harry gulps, unsure.

‘I didn’t - I’m sorry if - I wasn’t -’

‘Harry’, Ginny interrupts him, smiling kinder now. ‘You did nothing wrong. I loved that Broomstick Servicing Kit, I truly needed one’.

Harry nods now; Ginny had already thanked him for that gift, beaming at him before breakfast, and Harry had felt relieved. He had spent hours thinking of what to give her for Christmas, not daring to ask for Ron or Hermione’s help, until he ended up choosing something that was not too intimate but also useful. Ginny loved Quidditch more than anyone he knew, so he had figured out she would like a gift about it.

‘It’s my fault’, she adds distractedly. ‘I kept talking to Dad about your gift and how it was my favourite, but I also had to defend Dean’s gift to Ron this morning, and somehow Mum thought that my boyfriend had give me this kit, so -’

‘So she thought I was your boyfriend’, Harry summarizes, forcing the grimace on his face to look more like a smile, as if he thinks the whole situation is just funny and not miserable.

Ginny shrugs. ‘It’s kind of my fault, I guess. I wasn’t exactly showing off the gift Dean gave me’.

‘What it was?’

She sighs. ‘A ring’.

He feels his mouth drying. ‘Ring? Like a -’

‘No, no engagement or a promise ring’, she adds hurriedly, with a panic on her face that somehow calms Harry. ‘Just a normal cute ring, but — it’s not really my thing. Jewels. Especially not rings, they make me feel —’

‘Constricted’, he guesses. Ginny raises one eyebrow. ‘Same as you don’t like to wear scarves or you always let the first button of your shirt open’.

There is a short silence. Harry suddenly feels embarrassed — maybe he said too much? (Maybe Ginny realized he has stared at her neckline too much?)— but after a while she just nods.

‘Yeah, well. I explained to Mum that you aren’t my boyfriend, but I’m not sure she believed me — she had this weird thought’.

‘What thought?’

‘That we’ve been together a lot’.

‘Well’, Harry starts, hoping to sound reasonable and not as if he needs to reinforce to Ginny all the reasons they would work together. ‘That’s true. More than before. We spent a lot of time together during summer’.

It’s not hard to remember all those afternoons he spent with Ginny alone in the orchards, flying with her, long after Ron and Hermione had retired back to the Burrow; or those early mornings when they went for a run that often than not would turn into a stroll as they just talked about anything on their minds.

Harry wishes he had known better then to truly appreciate those moments with Ginny — perhaps things could be different between them if only he wasn’t so oblivious…

‘We are friends’, Ginny notes. Harry sighs heavily, facing front again.

‘That’s us. Friends’.

‘Can you imagine how she would react if we were dating?’, asks Ginny, her voice inviting him to share the joke with him.

Harry knows what she is teasing about and he knows he should just laugh at the idea of how Mrs. Weasley would fuss at the idea of Harry dating her young daughter, or how she might treat them like Bill and Fleur and suddenly get worried about the idea of them spending time together alone.

But none of it looks bad. Mrs. Weasley’s happiness of them being together would be nothing like the happiness that Harry thinks he would feel if Ginny returned his feelings; he imagines holding hands with her during this winter break, ending their Quidditch discussions with a snogging session in the broom shed or meeting her for sharing a chocolate and a good night kiss in the kitchen.

And yet she looks at him now so friendly and teasingly that this dream seems very far away.

‘It wouldn’t be the worst thing’, he says, avoiding her eyes, and not saying what he really wants: he would endure anything, including Mrs. Weasley’s tearful happiness and limits and the twins’ jokes if only he got the chance of dating Ginny and all that comes with it.

Ginny stays silent, though, and Harry wonders if he said something wrong, or, worse, if she understood exactly what’s on his mind. She always had a knack for seeing through him —

But Ginny laughs after a moment. ‘It wouldn’t’, she agrees, her voice light, raising and patting him in the shoulder. ‘But you wouldn’t be that lucky’.

He is gone before he can answer her, but for once he doesn’t mind, thinking about what she said. Lucky — and he happens to have a lucky potion on his truck right now. Hum… maybe he only needs a little drop of luck...

[moonchildstyles]

Can you please write something about aster y/n riding his thigh. Harry has the most beautiful thighs, they're so thicc I'm sure she can't get enough of them

that would def be something where like I kind of picture it at the tattoo parlor and she just...she cant wait to get home like shes really needed him all day and now that hes finally right there and he doesn’t have any appointments for another forty-fives minutes I think she would do one of her shy little things and just kiss him a little until he kind of got the point and I think she would put herself in his lap and shes wearing one of the sundresses he got her and hes playing w the straps and telling her how cute she looks and that hes wanted her on his lap like this all day and shed just really quietly into his neck like “daddy I need you” and hes like OH....okay and I think this would be something he’d make the choice on bc he knows he doesn’t have enough time for what he really wants to do bc he likes to take his Time with her when they od things esp when hes daddy so he just pulls her onto his thigh and is like go ahead baby, daddy right here and she like looks to him for some guidance bc....she doesn’t know quite what he wants like...he stills has his pants on🥺 and he grabs her hips and starts dragging her over his thigh saying “like this baby, make yourself feel good like this” and she starts getting a little breathy and she knows the other boys are still out there so she puts her face in his neck and is like but daddy, I want u to feel good too, and he just kisses the side of her head and keeps helping her move her hips and press hard enough into his thigh that she tenses up and gets a little twitchy bc its pressing right into her clit and she holds onto his hips tighter and is like this does feel good for me baby, seeing you get all whiny and needing me makes me feel so good and when we get home I’ll have all the time I need to show you how good you're making me feel right now and he starts bouncing his leg under her and thats enough to get a good moan from her that he cuts off by kissing her bc no one else needs to hear that but him and he coos to her telling her how sensitive she is and how sweet she looks in her little dress on his lap grinding her pussy against his thigh and when he pulls one of his hands to go under her dress and grab at her butt and push her harder into him she tells him shes close daddy🥺 and he goes harder for her telling her to cum for him and that shes being so good for him she just needs to cum like his best girl and then when she finally does he kisses her to keep her moans quiet and holds her really tight when she falls into him and just slowly helps her come down from it all and tells her how much he loves her🥺 the moment is cut a little short when Niall lets him know his next appointment just checked in so h just tells her that he’ll be right back and gives her a quick kiss before he goes to leave but then she stops him like!!! wait....ur pants tho🥺 and there just a little wet spot from where she had soaked through her own panties and Ito his pants and like at least theyre black but shes still nervous someone will know so he just gives her another kiss, pets back her hair and is like “well, I won't tell if you won't” and she just....for some reason that just Worked for her so she goes okay🥺 and lets him kiss her before he reaches under her dress and pulls her underwear off and is teasing like ill hold onto these for you, don’t want u all uncomfortable since you got so wet for me:) and he puts them in one of his drawers in his desk and then he tells her he’ll be right back and goes and starts his appointment like nothing even happened and shes just on the couch lke....yeah 

[uwuwriting]

Hurting their best friend/crush w/ Oikawa and Terushima

Request: Oikawa and Terushima the playboy squad y’know, hurting their female best friend and manager with whom they have been in love with for the longest time but are too afraid to make a move. It ends in fluff of course but like maybe their friends are like you messed up man and its a really big fight. thank you. - anonymous 

Playboy squad indeed. I feel like all three of them but mostly Oikawa got their hearts obliterated and that’s why they have adopted that fuckboy persona. These boys just need some real love even though one of them is a rat. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: angst to fluff, some cursing

Oikawa Tooru

-It had  been a hard week. 

-Actually a hard year. 

-Oikawa was focused almost solely on volleyball, over doing it many times while you were studying like a maniac.

-Being their manager helped you loosen up.

-Plus it gave you the chance to be with your friend group.

-You had noticed how Oikawa seemed to brush off many of your attempts to hang out, sometimes giving you an excuse to why he couldn’t make while other times ditching you. 

-He hadn’t ditched you many times but it still hurt.

-Knowing that your best friend forgot almost completely of your existence. 

-You had drifted apart the last few months and the only one who noticed apart from you was Iwaizumi. 

-He had seen how he wouldn’t find Oikawa beside you when he came to your lunch table or how you weren’t Oikawa’s first call anymore after a game. 

-It bothered him too. 

-Seeing his two best friends separate like that.

-And Iwa knew you tried to prevent it, he gave you advice on the matter as well.

 -But Oikawa seemed oblivious to the gap that was forming and kept on ignoring you, more and more as time went on. 

-The final straw came when he wouldn’t answer your calls one Saturday evening. 

-It was one of those rare occasions when he had agreed to spend some one on one time with you and you were really excited. 

-You hadn’t seen your best friend for weeks, apart from some small conversations during practice.

-You had been waiting for an hour, the movie you had picked already had started and was now in the second act. 

-If this had happened a few months ago you would have let it slide, made a comment in your group chat and leave it at that but not this time. 

-He had ditched you one too many times and you were sick of it. 

-Making your way to the gym, you were taken aback by the lack of sound coming from inside. 

-You expected to be met with the sound of balls slamming on the opposite wall but nothing, the slamming was replaced by female giggles and a really familiar voice.

-Opening the door slightly you found your best friend being pinned to the court’s floor by one of his fans, her giggles bouncing off the walls as she kissed him. 

-Without a word you left, letting the door slam shut behind you as you walked out of school grounds and straight home. 

-It hurt like hell and you weren’t able to get that image of him pinned to the floor out of your head for the rest of the weekend. 

-He had texted you apologizing for missing your movie night, saying he was practicing late and he got carried away. 

-You answered with a simple okay and didn’t speak to him after that.

-You kept your distance at school, simultaneously avoiding Iwa who knew that Oikawa had done something.

-Volleyball practice was your neutral ground, the only place where you chatted with everyone but still gave him small curt answers. 

-Iwa had had enough of all this so he cornered Oikawa after practice as they were walking home alone, without your normal bubbly presence with them. 

“What the hell did you do to Y/N, Shittykawa?”

“What do you mean? I’m completely innocent.”

“She has been avoiding you like the plague all week and you haven’t even noticed? What the hell happened last Saturday?”

“I didn’t see her...”

“You missed it? Again?”

“It wasn’t my fault! Yui-chan found me at the gym and she kinda jumped on me.”

“You know what’s funny Oikawa? The fact that you claim you love her.”

-That’s why he’s now trying to coax you to open your bedroom door.

- “I’m studying Oikawa leave me alone.”

-His last name leaving your lips hurt, a lot. 

-He had always been Tooru to you or even Shittykawa. 

- “Y/N please, I’m sorry for Saturday I’ll make it up to you!”

-You opened that door then, rage burning in your eyes as you met Oikawa’s pleading face.

 - “Now you care? You have some fucking nerve coming here and giving me some half-assed apology after you ditched me for some chick last Saturday. I don’t need your apologies as much as you don’t need me. So do me the favor and get out of my house.”

-Tooru just stared at you, your words twisting the dagger in his heart. 

-He messed up, he messed up big time. 

- “You saw me with Yui...”

-You were fighting back tears as you looked at him, the sight of your underclassman hovering over him flashing behind your eyelids as you closed your eyes. 

- “Y/N she means nothing I swear, it was nothing, she came at me I-”

- “Why w-would I care what she meant? W-why would I-I care with w-who you make out with?”

- “I care what you think of me!”

-You were full on crying at this point, Tooru shedding his own tears as his fears started clawing their way up his throat. 

-He was losing you.

- “I care what you think of me because I love you. I care what image I create in your pretty mind because I hope that maybe at some point you will look at me in a different light. What I did last Saturday was fucked up and there are no excuses but I’m sorry, I truly am. Please Y/N. I can’t- I can’t lose you. Please....” 

-You wanted to hold onto your anger longer, wanted to truly stay mad at him for more because at the end of the day he deserved it but you couldn’t. 

-You launched yourself into his arms, burying your face in his chest as your sobs became louder. 

-He held you there until your tears ran dry, his arms tight around you as if he was afraid you would slip through his fingers at any moment. 

Terushima Yuuji

-You knew him from middle school. 

-Before the piercings. 

-Before the dyed hair. 

-Before the douchebag attitude. 

-And before the ocean of girls coming and going in his life. 

-It affected your friendship but you managed to survive it. 

-Some girls were just too crazy and possessive, harassing you to leave him alone and that he was theirs.

-Terushima always gave them a glare and a cold “we’re done” before proceeding to hang out with you non stop for a week straight. 

-It was your bro code that no matter what, a relationship would not change who you were to each other. 

-That no one would get in between your friendship. 

-Lucky for you, your love for Yuuji pushed away any potential boyfriends that came waltzing into your life. 

-You are attractive, smart and cute plus you’re funny so many boys tried to go out with you, but you being in love with your best friend prevented you from reciprocating their feelings. 

-Yuuji however changed girlfriends every two days and you were there to witness everything. 

-He came barging in your room every Tuesday and Friday to talk about the new girl that threw herself at him or about the hook up he had during the weekend.

-It hurt you seeing him with others but his short relationships gave you hope that he hadn’t fallen in love yet and that you still had a chance. 

-Then she came. 

-She was a year younger than the two of you and she was the only one that lasted for longer than a week. 

-She knew you two were close and whenever you tagged along with them she was seething with anger. 

-She became territorial to the point that Yuuji should tell her to calm down.

-But he wouldn’t and that let to multiple fights and in the end you two stopped talking to each other. 

-The last straw was during one of his games. 

-You are the manager so you are down at the court with them. 

-Terushima hit the ground really hard after he tried to save the ball and he hurt his shoulder.

 -He was escorted to the bench where you put some ice on his slightly swollen shoulder and wiped away some sweat from his forehead.

-He may have acted like a douche to you but he was still your best friend and you loved him so you couldn’t be cold to him for too long.  

-His girl lost her shit. 

-After the game she started yelling at you and calling you a ‘home-wrecker’ and ‘man-stealer’ along with some really offensive stuff. 

-You were putting her in her place when Yuuji came out and saw the whole scene. 

-She immediately ran to him spewing nonsense and lies about how you came at her for no reason. 

-The face of pure shock and disbelief on your face was enough for Terushima to understand that she was lying. 

-All those other times his ‘girl’ said or acted like a bitch to you came crashing down he was hit by a train of realization. 

-He suddenly was aware of your fight and the possibility of losing you, so he finally acted. 

- “I don’t know what happened but don’t talk about Y/N like that.” 

-She looked so offended for a second before snapping....literally. 

- “You defend her over me? Your girlfriend? She is nothing but a sad little girl who wants to steal you away from me! And you’re encouraging her! She’ll start believing she has a chance with you!!!”

-He just let out a growl and pushed past her wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you into a hug. 

- “Maybe she does.”

-The both of you left the gym and went to blow off some steam at the water fountains.

-After your exchanged apologies you started to mess around throwing playful jabs.

- “Did you mean it? What you said to her.”

- “You mean about us? If you want it to be true than yeah if you don’t then just ignore it.”

-You leaped into his arms squeezing the life out of him as your voice came out in a muffled jumble of words “I want it to be true.”

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[joonie-beanie]

Fantasy

Pairing: Demon Brothers x Reader

Word Count: 2,998

Preview: The Demon Brothers plan something special for MC’s birthday, but things may not be as they seem...

I feel kinda bad about not writing much lately, but I got inspired by the idea of something special happening for MC’s birthday, and decided to whip this up! Even if it’s not your B-day, please pretend it is!

It’s not exactly smut, but hopefully it’s still enjoyable!

When the boys ask you what you want for your birthday, you seriously don’t expect them to take your response of “a good dicking” seriously.

But now here you are, feeling tingly all over as Lucifer sits across from you, grinning. On the coffee table separating the both of you is an empty cup of tea. You’d thought it a little strange how the Avatar of Pride had demanded you come over to share morning tea with him, but had opted to not serve himself any. Now, you know why he hadn’t.

“My brothers and I don’t share often, but today we’ve decided to call a temporary truce—for you.”

He presses out of his seat, slowly making his way to you. You feel as if your heart is going a million miles an hour—every inch of your skin buzzing with sensitivity.

“The tea was a special blend. Satan helped me find the ingredients,” Lucifer tells you. He hooks a gloved finger beneath your chin, tilting your head upwards to face him. He can already see how your pupils are beginning to dilate—the hairs on your arms standing on end as the aphrodisiac in the drink starts to affect you.

“We all figured it would be a bit challenging for you to…well, handle all of us without a little help,” he chuckles at his own phrasing. There’s a playful, yet hungry glint in his eye.

Gently, he guides you into a kiss. Immediately, despite yourself, you’re moaning. Your arms lift to wrap around his neck, and Lucifer grins against your lips.

“Oh? The tea shouldn’t be affecting you too much after such a short amount of time, and yet you’re already this needy for me?”

Typically, you’d give him lip—not one to take his teasing quietly—but right now it’s the last thing on your mind. No, right now, all you can think about is the way arousal flares in your gut as you kiss him. Thankfully, Lucifer doesn’t waste any more time talking. He uses your hold on him to guide you to your feet—one of his arms securing around your waist, and the other moving to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.

The kisses quickly turn heated—his mouth slotting against yours, and his tongue pressing between your lips. You moan into him, acutely aware of every inch of your bodies that are touching. You’ve never craved him more—wishing that he’d just shed his clothes and toss you onto his absurdly large bed.

“Luci, please,” you whisper the plea against his lips, hands moving to cup his handsome face. Lucifer doesn’t respond right away, however. Simply gives you a few more passionate kisses before he finally pulls back.

“If only I could hog you to myself,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His grip on you loosens, and he steps backwards. You feel lost without his warmth, and immediately you reach out to stop him, but someone snatches your other hand—tugging you backwards.

Your ass lands on the couch, and you feel a knee slide between your spread thighs. Blinking in surprise, you look up to find Mammon half-kneeling in front of you. There’s a blush on his cheeks, and a cute, albeit disgruntled, look on his face.

“What are ya doin’? Spendin’ all your time with that bastard…,” he reaches out and grabs your shoulders, moving you so you’re lying on the sofa. “Ya didn’t forget about me, did ya?”

“I could never,” you tell him honestly, making him pause. You reach your hand up, petting it through his soft white hair, and Mammon immediately melts. He bends down to kiss you—needy and desperate. His forearm rests on the cushion near your head, and you effectively find yourself caged in.

Not like you mind.

“Don’t ya ever forget that I was your first when you came here. I’ve been taking care of ya all this time…,” he mumbles against you. His knee grinds up against your pelvis.

“Even though you didn’t want me?” you question breathlessly, hoping to tease him, but the look on Mammon’s face is genuine when he pauses to look at you. His cheeks redden, but his eyes flash with hunger.

“I want you now.”

Without waiting for you to respond, Mammon is kissing you again. His free hand descends upon your breast—groping the soft flesh through the fabric of your shirt, and you feel more arousal pool between your legs.

Whining, you grind your body down against his thigh, and he grins.

“Can’t wait to be pleasured by thee Mammon, huh?” He kisses you playfully—a little less embarrassed, and a little surer of himself. His tongue slowly drags against your own, and he savors the way your body reacts to him—yearning for more.

He aches to give you what you want.

However—

“You’ll always be mine,” he mumbles, giving your lips a soft kiss. You feel his touch disappear from around you, and you open your eyes—surprised. He’s gone.

Sitting up, you glance around the room—noting that you’re still in Lucifer’s bedroom. Although, neither he, nor Mammon, are anywhere to be seen.

What is going on? You think to yourself. You swing your legs off the couch, preparing to stand, but an arm wraps around your waist from behind.

“Don’t go anywhere,” the voice mumbles, dragging you backwards. A warm chest presses against your back—two spread thighs on either side of you.

“Levi?” you question, glancing over as you feel him set his chin on your shoulder. He grunts in affirmation, turning his head so he can nuzzle his face against your neck. His arms loop tightly around your torso, holding you against him as he presses a gentle kiss near your throat.

A small whine leaves you at the sensation—the soft feeling of his lips on your skin heightened by the aphrodisiac in the tea. Seriously, you’re starting to go insane at the fact that none of them are giving you what you’re craving.

“Levi—hah--,” you writhe when his kisses turn more heated—his tongue dragging against your neck. “W-What’s going on? Why are—?”

“I wish I could just keep you holed in my room all day with me…,” he mumbles, his teeth nipping at your skin. You wiggle in his hold as he tightens his grip you—the Avatar of Envy selfishly leaving a few marks against your skin. Surely, the tiny bites and hickeys will have bruised over nicely by tomorrow, and the thought leaves him feeling very self-satisfied.

“You’re the only one who understands me, who I want to be with forever,” Levi continues. His grip shifts upwards—his forearms resting beneath your breasts. He moves his hands so he can give the mounds a poignant squeeze, and you suddenly become aware of the fact that Levi has gotten hard. You can feel his length against your ass. Instinctively, you grind back against him. He groans quietly in your ear—giving your chest another hug.

You’re both craving more from this situation, and yet—

“Don’t give all your love to my brothers,” he says. He presses one last kiss to your neck, and then he’s gone. His presence disappears from around you, and once again you’re left blinking in surprise.

“Well this is just outrageous--,” you huff, pressing to your feet. You start towards the door with a frown on your face. Lucifer had given you the aphrodisiac, and yet none of them are touching you enough to give you any real satisfaction.

Are they just trying to rile you up? Because if so, it’s working, and you’re not sure you like it.

You reach out to grasp the doorknob, but a hand reaches past you and presses against the door beside your head—effectively keeping it shut.

“What? Trying to leave when it’s my turn?” a teasing voice reaches your ear. You release the knob, turning to face the blond demon standing behind you. He grins handsomely. “I thought you liked me.”

“I would like you a lot more if you told me why you and your brothers have decided to give me an aphrodisiac and then not fuck me,” you say, pouting angrily, but nonetheless reach your hands up to cup his face. He chuckles, leaning in.

“You mean you haven’t figured it out yet?”

He whispers the words against your lips, and when you open your mouth to scold him for not giving you a straight answer, he shuts you up with a kiss.

Your back hits the door as Satan gathers you in his arms���his thigh slotting between your own and rubbing up against your wet panties. You’re immediately whining into him, moaning around his tongue as he licks into your mouth.

“C’mon,” you plead, your hands tracing down the planes of his chest. You trail your fingers down his torso until they’re resting against the leather of his belt, however—

“Eager, are we?” His arms unwrap from around you, moving to quickly secure your wrists. He pins them against the door on either side of your hips. There’s an amused look on his face as he stares at you, and you tilt your chin up, hoping that he’ll at least kiss you again.

“Tell me what you want from me.”

“You know what I want,” you respond immediately, a little breathless. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. You wish he would rip your clothes off and take you without hesitation, but you can’t bring yourself to say that. Instead, you settle for, “Make me yours, Satan.”

“Hmm~,” he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips. He gives you nothing more than that.

“Make sure you say that in front of Lucifer, next time,” he says with a quiet laugh, a fond look in his emerald eyes. Then, he’s tugging at your wrist—using his hold on you to spin you around. The world blurs, but it’s only for a brief moment, because soon a hand intertwines with your own, and another settles low on your hip.

“Funny meeting you here,” Asmodeus smiles, tugging you into him so your chests are flush together. The hand on your hip slides lower—moving to take a handful of your ass. He grunts in satisfaction.

“I want to touch you all over.”

“Please do, god,” you tell him, biting your lip. You’re so overwhelmed with need, and the Avatar of Lust honestly finds it so cute.

“All you need to do is ask, honey.” In the next beat, Asmo has tossed you onto Lucifer’s bed. Your half-lidded eyes watch him as he settles between your legs. He grips your outer thighs with his hands, holding them steady while he turns his head—peppering teasing, sensual kisses to your soft skin.

Pressing onto your elbow so you can watch him, you reach your other hand down and thread your fingers through his peachy blond hair.

“Mmm~ I can never get enough of you,” he remarks, his breath hot as he speaks the word into the soft flesh of your thigh. If he just moves a few inches up, his mouth will be aligned with your clothed sex. The idea of him pleasuring you with his tongue has your legs threatening to press closed around his head—heat flaring in your gut.

Asmodeus giggles, noticing the way your body reacts to his words and actions.

“I adore you, beautiful.”  The demon moves up your body—his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. As your torso’s press together, you feel his hard-on near your pelvis. Unabashedly, you grind your body up against him, and he moans.

However—

“Never forget how much I cherish you, okay?” He gives you one last kiss, and then his weight disappears from atop you. You groan in disappointment, throwing an arm across your eyes.

“I hate thisssssssss—”

“What?”

The bed dips beside you, and you glance over to find Beel sitting there. Without hesitation, you scramble onto your hands and knees and throw yourself at him. Beel’s eyes go wide in surprise as you press his back to the bed—straddling his torso.

“Y/N?” he questions, cheeks going pink as you slide your hands beneath his shirt—fingers coasting over the hard planes of his chest.

“You brothers are driving me absolutely insane,” you tell him, exasperated. Beel laughs a little at that, his hands lifting to rest against your hips.

“Actually, you’re the one always driving us insane.”

At that, you pause. “What do you mea--?”

Before you can even finish, Beelzebub is flipping you over—caging you against the mattress. His purple eyes are heated and hungry, his gaze falling to your lips.

“We all love you so much…especially me. Do you know how hard it is to keep myself from eating you up every time I see you?”

With that, the Avatar of Gluttony captures your mouth in a kiss—opened-mouth, and messy. He licks into you, tasting you on his tongue, and a satisfied groan rumbles in his chest.

Seriously, you can’t take this for much longer. You’re so horny that you think you may actually die.

“Beel--,” you beg, gasping when he moves to lap at your neck. He works at the unmarred skin with hunger—sucking and biting, and making you moan. The idea that you’ll be covered in bruises from Levi and Beel is so deliciously appealing.

“Please, please, I need—”

“A snack?” he asks with a laugh, sitting back. “I’ll go and get one.”

“Beel, wait--!” you reach out to stop him, but a hand covers your eyes from behind. By the time you manage to remove the hand, Beelzebub is gone.

“I SWEAR TO G—”

“God?” An amused laugh cuts you off, and you angrily spin to find Belphie lounging on the mattress behind you. His arms are tucked behind his head, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“I don’t know if god is the person you should be praying to when you’re trying to fuck a bunch of demons.”

“If said demons know that I’m trying to fuck them, and have agreed to fuck me, why are they not fucking me?” you seethe, crawling over to him. When you’re within reaching distance, Belphie grabs your wrist and pulls you on top of him. His other hand reaches up and grabs a strand of your hair—tugging it. Soon enough, he has guided you into a kiss.

His pace is far too languid for your taste, though, as his tongue slides between your lips, and you quickly attempt to speed up the current situation. Your hands fumble at the waistband of his pants, fully prepared to throw away any of your remaining decency in order to rip the clothing off of him.

But, again, things never go your way.

Belphie’s hands move to grope your ass, and he gives you a rough squeeze—dragging you forward. In order to steady yourself, you’re forced to let go of his trousers—your hands instead moving to press against his chest.

You narrow your eyes at him. Why are they all being like this?! Hadn’t they given you the special tea so you’d be able to handle them all?? They’re barely even touching you!

“Belph—"

“How are you still asleep?”

You pause at his words, blinking.

“What?”

In that moment, the world comes crashing down around you. Your eyes fly open—gaze locking onto the ceiling as you suck in a deep breath of air. You reach a hand up to press against your chest, your mind and heart racing as you quickly come to realize that it had all been a dream.

Well…you move your legs a little, and realize that you’re actually…wet.

Oh god…you think to yourself, taking a few more seconds to breathe. Your eyes flutter shut as you attempt to get ahold of yourself. You must have been too excited at the idea of spending your birthday with the brothers, that you had actually conjured up a dream…fantasizing about all of the possibilities.

You laugh at yourself. “It’s not like all seven of them would actually want to fuck me…”

“…what?”

You freeze, eyes peeling open. The demon brothers are all standing around your bed, staring at you with varying degrees of surprise. At the foot of the bed, Mammon is stood holding a tray full of all of your favorite breakfast foods.

“Ooo~ Were you having naughty dreams about us?” Asmo asks, far too excited, and you feel your cheeks begin to heat up.

“At first we were worried we’d accidentally woken you up and ruined the surprise when you shot awake like that,” Belphie pipes up, smiling cheekily. “But it seems like we were worried for nothing.”

You seriously wish that you were still in your dream.

“Please kill me.”

“Never,” Beel responds, frowning. Satan hums considerately.

“Well, our plan to surprise Y/N didn’t work. Why don’t we give her some space?”

The others nod, moving to exit the room, and you sigh gratefully. One brother, however, lingers behind.

“You know…,” Lucifer says, seating himself on the edge of your mattress. He reaches out, his gloved fingers brushing against your warm cheek. “While many of us are selfish, I’m sure we could compromise for your birthday.”

A small grin pulls at his lips as he watches you turn even redder.

“Assuming that’s something you’d like; you only need ask. I have a special tea that may assist in the fun.”

Leaning over, he presses a kiss to your cheek, and then stands and starts for the door.

“Since you’re awake. We’ll all eat together. Clean yourself up and come join us.”

The door clicks shut behind him, and immediately you flip over, screaming into your pillow.

Well, this will surely be a birthday to remember.

[junicai]

Relationship with NCT 127

➣ Taeil ☾ taria 

taeil is the Sole Protector of aria’s sanity 

taeil loves his maknaes so much, but he literally looks at her like she put the stars in the sky 

the Proud Dad smile :’)

when aria first debuted, czennies thought that she was the same age as jungwoo - because she acted older than her age - but with taeil she lets her inner kid come out 

highkey dependent on his approval for things in relation to singing

“was, was that ok?” “perfect, ari.”  “ (O_O;)  - (◕‿◕)♡”

she will fight mark and donghyuck for his attention, and she will win

for a while, the two had shared a dorm room before they were rearranged, and taeil let her slip into his bed when she was feeling homesick 

the offer is still open, but aria takes him up on it less and less

taeil is NOT sad about that. absolutely not.

he’s vehemently against any and all diets she tries - saying that if she gets any smaller he’s going to be able to pick her up with one hand

que him dragging her out for ice-cream after a promotion, paying no mind to her protests

aria helps taeil with translating a lot of things into english during lives and interviews - so much to the point where he’s picked up a bit of an irish accent and the others never fail to clown him for it 

taeil still has the small braided bracelet that aria gave to the members on their first anniversary of nct (he keeps it in the drawer beside his bed)

aria is his self-professed happy virus. he told czennies in a vlive once that her smile makes him feel really happy and he wants to protect it to the best of his ability

aria always fixes his micpack before they go onstage if its crooked, because she comes out after him in the lineup

they have monthly movie nights and they alternate who chooses the movie / show (taeil normally goes for mystery or drama themed ones, while aria enjoys making them both sob miserably)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria and taeil singing “I See the Light” from tangled for the NCT Music channel, and the tears that were shed by both moonis and realtai alike. sm really popped off with the staging and the lighting of the whole video - between the smiles that were on both of the singers faces and the whole ambiance created, its a cinematic masterpiece 

no one was surprised when it hit 2 million views in a day, and a lot of solo stans were born from that video

➣ Johnny ☾ johria

indisputable siblings 

there is not a single czennie who ships these two romantically, and that’s because they’re just too wholesome 

johnny is one of the few members that aria calls “oppa”, mainly because of the age gap and sm wanted her to appear respectful, but also because he thinks she looks so cute

very chill, excellent vibes

their vlives are either chaotic messes or the closest thing to therapy since ice cubes 

the blanket on aria’s bed? that was a gift from johnny - she had been complaining to mark about how cold she always was anemia tings

czennies are begging for sm to allow aria to open up a solo instagram account, becuse they see the amount of pictures johnny takes of her

in the park? he’s making her pose in front of the flowers. backstage before a show? the lighting, c’mon.

big big bear hugs - the height difference make nctzens want to die 

185cm vs 158cm? p l e a s e she’s so tiny in comparison  (/ =ω=)/

when she gives him backhugs it looks like a little kitten trying to wrestle with the family dog 

play fighting about vernacular:

“ITS CALLED A SIDEWALK” “S I D E W A L K, ITS A FOOTPATH YOU BUFFOON”

very vocal about her wellbeing, and has asked fans before to remind her to take better care of herself and get to sleep sooner

aria, starting a vlive at 3am: hi hi~

the comments: NO GO TO BED

johnny helped her a lot when it came to the style change in choreography, as aria was used to soft, flowing movements and not the powerful, sleek style that most nct dances have 

consistently forgets the fact that she is not the fourteen year old he first met, and is, in fact, an adult now. “you’re a child” “im 18″ “...no”

is the person to get angry on her behalf when interviewers belittle or ignore her 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

during a fansign, a fan asked aria who did she think was the most comforting when she was stressed (besides mark and donghyuck) and aria said johnny. “he’s so, constant? like nothing seems to knock him or throw him off, and that’s really comforting when i feel unsteady.”

johnny is now known as aria’s weighted blanket. 

that is all. 

➣ Taeyong ☾ ariyong

taeyong took one look at aria the first time she showed up for group practice and immediately adopted her (not literally, but he would if he could)

eomma meets highly protective older brother meets life coach type beat? 

so so soft for her its sickening 

says he doesn’t have favourites and will then spend an hour cooking for aria because she’s been in the studio for the whole day and he knows she hasn’t eaten yet

when aria was given a duet to do for the sm stages, she had to pick another member to do it with and her first choice was taeyong

she always has said that taeyong is one of the pillars keeping her upright and sane - without him she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to complete her training

because of all the schedules they share together, if aria isn’t rooming with mark then she’s definitely rooming with taeyong

whenever she does his makeup (more often than you’d think) she point blank refuses to cover his scar, even when he asks her to 

“please? i don’t like it.” *gasp* “how dare you.” 

sleepy aria! snuggling into taeyong’s shoulder when a schedule ran late! 

he gets uncomfy when the stylists put her in too revealing clothes, and has spoken to them on numerous occasions about dressing her in age-appropriate attire, no matter how “sexy” the concept might be 

he keeps little bags of sugar-dusted strawberry sweets in his bag incase she forgets to eat and feels faint after the last time (they used to be blueberry flavoured, but he heard donghyuck throwing out any and all “blueberry-contaminated” food one evening)

taeyong doesn’t tolerate hate towards aria, especially in person, so he always makes sure to sit down the line from her so that he can see when people skip intentionally her

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

taeyong had just been awarded the solo bedroom on the last night of the Mtopia series, and was staring off into the corner looking rather uncomfortable. aria, who was meant to be rooming with baekhyun looked over and saw his mouth curled downwards slightly. 

“baekhyun-oppa, is it ok if i room with taeyongie-oppa tonight? i ran out of my tablets, and he has some in his bag..” 

baekhyun looked down at her with a small smile and agreed, while on the video edited captions appeared with the words, “a cute maknae, asking to room with a younger member...”

➣ Yuta ☾ nakamiya

the president of realtai 

this man is absolutely, completely and irrevocably whipped for aria and she is not afraid to use that to her advantage

she beat him at arm wrestling because she pouted at him - she’s too powerful 

aria.exe stopped responding when yuta started to playfully flirt with her the first few times

*winks* “hu-wha-”

one of the most outwardly protective members of her, because he feels a sense of responsibility for the younger girl

he was one of the trainees she first befriended, aria’s korean not being good enough to hold a decent conversation, and yuta happy that there was another japanese trainee 

9 times out of 10, when the members are making their way through crowded areas like airports yuta is always behind or directly beside aria

during a fansign one of the fans asked why he did that, and he said that he needed to keep her in his line of sight or else he’d get anxious that she’s so small that she could get swallowed in the crowds 

yes aria hit him for the short comment 

yuta, 50% of the time: you’re not allowed date until you’re 35

yuta, the other 50% of the time: bro where’s your boyfriend

he complains that she isn’t as sweet as she was when she first joined, and that hyuck must have corrupted her (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

he let’s her braid his hair when its longer, them both sitting on a bed with yuta in front and aria kneeling behind him so she can reach 

he was the first person to take her home for the holidays, because ireland was too far to go back for a week over christmas 

“what do you mean you’ve never been to japan???” 

bitching about the other members in japanese? more likely than you’d think 

when aria turned legal in korea, yuta took her out drinking and made sure to post pictures of her with her flushed cheeks on his instagram story with the caption “aish, i told you to pace yourself....” “happy birthday riri”

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

you know that one clip of the sasaeng getting absolutely trashed by nct’s bodyguard and taeyong jumping 7 feet into the air? 

well taeyong wasn’t the only one startled; standing beside yuta, aria was closest to the wall of fans when the girl ran forward towards the members. aria jumped in fright, while yuta barely made a face (#unbothered). he simply wrapped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her around to the other side, tucking her underneath his arm.

tsundere!yuta

➣ Doyoung ☾ dori

*ahem* WHIPPED *ahem*

doyoung adores aria so much 

was he unsure about a girl being added to a group of boys? yes but it was moreso concern about how he was going to make sure she wasn’t accidentally trampled

they bonded over a night in the recording studio when he found her sitting on the floor with music sheets scattered around her 

a whole mentor when it comes to singing 

aria always turns to him after singing - especially when it wasn’t planned, like at a fansign - to see if she did a good job

doyoung has yet to tell her that she hasn’t but sue her, she appreciates the validation

the original mother and Will Not Let Taeyong Forget It

doyoung, dragging aria out of the studio: now listen here young lady-

kitten and bunny friends RISE

no seriously sm released merch of a kitten and bunny plushie and it sold out in a day

when aria had the accident that led to her two month hiatus, doyoung was the one who rode in the ambulance with her after refusing to let go of her hand 

“i’m sorry sir, only family are allowed in at the moment-” “we are her family” *nurse looks around the room at the 14 other boys sitting anxiously*

he is a weak, weak man he will crumple on any decision if she smiles and slash or whines at him even slightly 

carries band-aids and support strapping in his practice bag because he knows that she gets really bad blisters when she hasn’t practiced while wearing her heels in a while, and he makes her wrap her ankles for the first few sessions incase she falls 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS.

NCT 127 Take a Friendship Test (Glamour - 2020)

“ahh, my first impression?” *laughs* “actually, we first met in a recording studio, at like. 3 o’clock in the morning? he stuck his head in the doorway and i was so tired that i thought i had died and an angel had come to save me...”  (*μ_μ) 

➣ Jaehyun ☾ jaria

you know how cheetahs in the zoo get emotionally support puppies?

this is the same type of vibe

very snuggly together? but only in specific scenarios, like when jaehyun is too tired to move after a movie night, he’ll just kinda engulf aria in a hug and make her sleep on the couch with him 

any back hug she gives him turns into a piggy back, its non-negotiable 

likes to randomly compliment her to see how red he can make her face go

did she have a crush on him when she first moved to korea? yes, but who didn’t

that faded really quickly though once she started into the group officially - now they are more like siblings

they don’t interact that much on camera? rip to the jaria shippers

but that doesn’t mean they aren’t close with each other its just that a lot of their interactions happen off-screen

naturally, jaehyun began to think of her as a younger sister over the years they performed together 

jaehyun will end anybody who lays a hand on aria 

a little bap bap if you will 

he asked her to take him ice-skating one day, and the entire time was spent with aria laughing her ass off as he ate the ice nearly fourteen times before getting the hang of it 

he takes her out for food when he notices that she’s been put back on a strict diet plan (aria thinks she’s good at hiding those pieces of paper, but she forgets that when she puts it on top of things, that other people are a lot taller than her and have a higher vantage point)

the prince and princess of nct? check 

head pats

he likes to pat her head and she’ll swat it away immediately until she gets tired and just lets him do his thing 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

jaehyun was wearing a flower crown placed carefully on his head as he bent down slightly to run his hands through the damp grass. a soft shutter sound went off, before he heard a hum coming from behind him. “jaehyun-ssi, could you take off the flowers? we can’t see your face clearly because of the shadow.”

jaehyun glanced backwards at aria’s retreating figure, being chased by donghyuck with hands still stained green from the grass she had shifted through to find the fallen flowers. she stopped and waved at him before resuming her run.

“i’d rather not, if that’s alright. i think it fits quite well with the theme.”

➣ Jungwoo ☾ ariwoo

oh my god someone please stop these two

once jungwoo taught aria about the power that aegyo holds for persuasion tactics against the older members of 127, they were unstoppable 

you should be afraid of them

100% have plotted someone’s murder before (and have succeeded, czennies always wondered where that last manager went after The Incident)

aggressively cute together - to the point where your teeth will rot 

jungwoo will intentionally flirt with aria just to fluster her because its “so easy to do”

not very physically affectionate, but jungwoo has no hesitation calling out “uri fighting haeyadwae!” to her when she looks like she needs a little encouragement 

jungwoo is the reason she wants to do a bachelors degree after finishing high school 

he used to help her with her maths assignments after school when she was struggling with managing her time 

they’re called the “aegyo duo” of the group, and there has yet to be an outright winner of the competitions to find the cutest member (its aria. jungwoo said it himself, its aria but we been knew)

they have an odd dynamic of looking like best friends the first second, evil masterminds the next and then siblings who want to murder each other but they make it work 

will and has flopped down on her while she was laying on the practice floor and then whined when she tried to get up 

he spilled the tea that aria gets super emotional and affectionate when she’s drunk 

cutest shit ever that made ariwoo shippers lose their absolute minds was the clip that got released in the behind the scenes filming of Kick It, where jungwoo was half asleep in the corner and aria just pops up out of nowhere to shove a folded jacket under his head and made sure to prop it in a way that he wouldn’t get a sore neck when he woke up

jungwoo is the reason she knows korean curse words (dont tell doyoung)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

aria wobbled in her heels slightly as she stepped out of the van, trying to hold a blanket up to protect her legs while she slid off the seat onto the ground. jungwoo extended an arm around her waist, gripping the blanket in his other hand and carefully holding her to make sure she didn’t trip on the cobbled stone.

➣ Mark ☾ mari

1/2 of the best friend crew

honestly at the beginning, mark and aria weren’t very close, having only really seen each other in passing or with johnny 

but after being dropped into training together the two quickly became fast friends, and now they’re borderline inseparable 

you thought you knew pain? watch aria’s reaction to mark’s graduation from dream :)

mark’s the reason why aria felt confident enough to pitch some of her lyric ideas to the team, after staying up until 4am to help her make some edits so she was as confident as possible 

kinda just, rests his head on her shoulder? and wraps his arms around her waist when he’s tired 

mari being confused in foreigner: ??? 

aria said once in a vlive that she finds mark really comforting to be around - when she feels stressed or worried about something she’ll go to mark’s room and just sit on his bed for a while

aria is so close with his parents - “ahh, how’s my favourite child” “i’m doing great mom.” “no not you, how’s aria?” “wh-hu-MOM?” 

you’d swear sometimes mark is younger than her, considering the pout he puts on and how much he whines when they’re not on the same team together for promotions

mark big protecc boi but also little small cuddly boi 

they’re so soft for each other ( ╥ω╥ )

in one of the fancams for mark’s solo stage during superm, someone zoomed into aria singing along with him in the wings and dancing to herself with the Proudest Smile(tm)

he’s! so! proud! of! her! constantly! she could be walking and he’d be like “omg get it” 

when aria refuses to get up and make herself food (this happens way too often, she just gets into the groove of her work and doesn’t want to move) mark gets her to by threatening to do it himself 

consistently caught by czennies just standing behind her and holding her hand in crowded areas - airports, waiting rooms, etc. 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

mark and aria were standing off to one side as the mc explained the rules of the game they were about to be playing. mark looked totally confused, and elbowed aria in her side before looking down and mouthing “what?” to her. aria opened her mouth, before closing it and looking down at the ground, muttering to herself, “결합... 結合..... le chéile.... le... le.. oh oh - combined! we have to put them together, markie.”

and thus, a new confusion meme was born

➣ Haechan ☾ arichan

the other half of the best friend crew

absolute heathens to be around when they are together 

donghyuck is the person aria is closest to, and someone she’d call her best friend (only when she was sure he wouldn’t hear her)

she calls him “the demon child i can’t get rid of” but will, and has definitely pouted when he ignored her for too long 

generally aria is a pretty soft spoken person, but not with hyuck around - he brings out all her chaos energy (please pray for the patience of dotae)

the pair have a little tradition of kissing the back of each others’ hands before going on stage for good luck. they can’t even remember how it started, but now its an unnegotiable pre-show ritual

he’s so clingy with her absolutely everywhere its painfully adorable  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

interviews? hyuck has a hand on her knee, or if she’s wearing a skirt he’s tucked his hand in between their chairs so she can hold it discreetly. in the dorms? full body tackle onto the couch, where he proceeds to lay on top of her completely. 

because of hyuck’s nickname being the sun, and aria always being around him, czennies gave her the nickname “moon” to go with him

fans thought that aria was older than hyuck for a good year and a half before she released her birthday on a vlive, because she’s normally the one tasked with reigning his chaotic energy in during promotions (that is, if she hasn’t already joined him)

but off-camera, aria is absolutely hyuck’s baby there is no disputing that. aria’s sad?he’s there with ice-cream and a blanket and a baseball bat.

the winnie the pooh character that is on aria’s bed was a gift from hyuck for her 17th birthday, after she made him watch seven episodes of the show on netflix with her one night 

yes he complained, but he slapped her hand away when she went to change it to something else 

a twitter thread of a czennie comparing their horoscopes together went viral when people realized that it was quite plausible that the pair were each others (platonic) soulmates 

after an incident involving blueberries, donghyuck took it upon himself to check the ingredients of every. single. food item in their dorm to make sure it was ok for her to eat 

hyuck clowns her for her irish accent, and aria curses him out in japanese

tldr: they cute or whatever 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

donghyuck was doing a vlive in his bedroom, sitting and talking to czennies when aria opened the door to his room quietly. she didn’t say anything, just waved slightly with almost closed eyes before she crawled underneath his covers and tucked her plushie underneath her chin. hyuck didn’t even blink at it - so it must have been a regular occurrence.

[angelthebedsheet]

Can you do a zuko x male reader or gender neutral. It could be about the reader witnessing the agni Kai and watching zuko get banished. The reader tries to go with zuko but zuko doesn’t want the reader to get hurt. Years later they meet at the boiling rock. You can take it from there. I love your writings and I’ll keep supporting you 💕

a/n: oooooh! thank you anonnie!! i appreciate your requests!!!

lets get it!

okay so you and zuko were TURTLEDUCK BUDDIES

attached to the hip basically

azula HATED how close you two were bc hello she’s right here???

i mean you and zuko trained together

fed ducks together

best buds

you knew you liked zuko alot but you didn’t understand?

like you started to get flustered around him

same with zuko

and azula was PLOTTING NOW

she doing a think rn with one of her BRILLIANT ideas 😐

“oh n/n! zuzu! come play a game with us!”

zuko’s flight or fight reflexes are triggered and he’s ready to DIP

but you r unfortunately intrigued

“oh okay ‘zula! cmon zu!”

cue azula’s smug lil grin

she puts an apple on your head and makes you stand in front of the fountain

you’re like ???? is this the game?

azula’s like it is n/n it’ll be fine

it was NOT fine

she damn near burnt you to a crisp if it wasnt for zuko tackling you into the fountain

now azula, ty lee and mai are LAUGHIN

but we all know mai lwk a lil jelly

you and zuko are embarrassed as fuck

you both are soaked and he’s hovering over you

mr zuzu looking real pretty

he just turns red and pulls you up before running away

zuko is like ???? boys are cute especially this one???

you two still remained close after this incident

two lil gays boys who are trying to not crush on e/o

(im sorry the only thing i can think about when i think of zuko is his gay ass lil scream in the prototype pilot episode)

(nigga said wwAHHH)

anyways

azula teased you about zuko speaking out against a general and their dad is angry and you’re like oh shit

suddenly you arent allowed to visit zuko anymore

and you’re like wtf no no let me in

the guards said no

you’re so paranoid too

is he okay?

what fully happened?

soon the agni kai is announced to happen

and you are seated next to iroh and azula

you’re clutching onto your pants as you watch zuko walk into the arena

you really dont want him to get hurt

your eyes widened as you watched zuko’s father walk into the arena and your heart drops

zuko is clearly surprised and frightened

tears are rolling down your cheeks bc you are so so so scared for him

iroh covers your eyes as he looks away when zuko got burned and you could feel your heart break as you listened to his cries of pain

you cried out as iroh pulled you into a hug

you and iroh immediately rushed to the infirmary to get to zuko

you push past those guards and nurses bc you are on a MISSION

aint nobody getting in your way like this bc you will STOMP they asses out

you are not leaving his side

“z-zu are you okay? can you hear me?”

“m-m/n? where are you? i cant see”

zuko is starting to panic due to the fact his left eye is patched close

you hold his hand “i’m right here zu. shh im here”

he’s so overwhelmed too poor baby

“u-uncle? w-where is he?”

“right here zuko.”

you help him sit up and he grabs a mirror immediately

he frowns at his reflection

“you’re still handsome zuko.” you said

iroh pretended to not see that blush that sat on zuko’s cheeks

“i-i’ve been banished, m/n.”

“what?”

“i’m banished from here. the only way i can come back is if i capture the avatar.”

“but he’s been gone for years zuko! let me come with you”

“no! it’ll be too dangerous”

“how? we trained together! grew up together? how is it too dangerous?”

“no m/n! i dont want to lose you!”

“you wont lose me zuko.”

“you dont know that. you arent coming with me.”

you and him went back and forth

after he shaved his hair and was about to board his boat you pulled him away

then you confessed right then and there

i mean you didnt know when you’ll see him again

“i like you zuko. more than a friend”

“what?”

“i like you.”

“are you for real? this isnt a joke right? like azula didn’t put you up to this?”

“no she didnt.”

“oh thank the spirits. i like you too.”

and yall have this lil awkward ass kiss

just a short lil peck?

i mean yall are 12/13 and two boys you think they gonna go all out tonguing niggas? lmao

you two hug before iroh calls him over

“i’ll wait for you zuko”

“i’ll try my best.”

and he’s gone

over the years zuko was gone he was so sad

“if i capture the avatar i can come back to the fire nation and m/n”

but clearly the whole LeMmE cAtCh tHe AvAtAr thing was dropped when he got that glow up

(neya said 🦋🦋🦋🦋 whenever they look at zuko cmon NOW.)

now they’re otw to boiling rock

“my first girlfriend turned into the moon.”

“that’s rough buddy.”

and sokka’s like you ever dated someone before?

zuko’s like..... two people?

“that knife throwing girl?”

“her and m/n. though we never got to date bc at the time i was literally banished. i miss him alot though.”

bi king ✨

“what if he’s at the boiling rock?”

“then i’ll find him.”

sokka’s like yes my man get your MANS

“okay so we look for my dad, suki and your husband”

“he’s not my husband sokka.”

“..... my dad, suki and your husband”

“omfg shut your trap.”

these pair of himbos finally get inside and are on a MISSION

sokka’s like heheheeh suki time

KAJDJAJDJJSKDJF

zuko’s hopeful that you’re here or at least alive

after sokka and suki have their lil reunion zuko wanders off and asks around

“do you have a prisoner by the name of m/n?”

“why do you ask, newbie?”

“uhhh the warden sent me to him.”

“oh. there.” pointing to a door

zuko has to CONTAIN the excitement and nods before speed walking off

he throws open that door so quickly

you on the other hand is ready to rumble “i TOLD YOU I DONT FUCKING HAVE IT”

zuko just closes the door behind him and takes off his helmet

you’re like hol up wait wait zuko????

and he nods with a big ol grin on his face

you just hug him so fucking tight

maybe there were some tears shed

you pick him up and twirl him around

zuko’s like holy SHIT

and you pull back to just look at him

“you’re still as handsome as i remember you, zu.”

“so are you, n/n...”

he’s just so awestruck

the person he has been looking forward to seeing for 3/4 years is right infront of him

yall just kiss

sokka now gotta pull a zuko and bang on that door

“yALL DOING THINGS IN THERE??? HURRY UP”

“shut UP sokka”

zuko puts his helmet back on and grabs your hand

yall finally dip and are otw tf outta there

“oh shit zuko he’s cute”

“back off”

“im happy with suki relax sir”

zuko is clingy and was hugging you the whole time

not that you minded bc you missed him dearly

when yall got back and he introduces you

the group minus toph is like “ZUKO’S GAY????”

toph is like “I FUCKING CALLED IT”

alls well

except for the fact zuko wouldnt let you go anywhere by yourself

[bluejayblueskies]

TMA Fanwork Appreciation Challenge: Event Week Fanworks

For @themagnuswriters fanwork apprecation challenge round two--a list of event week fics that I've really enjoyed!! I have a lot of favorites, so I've tried to whittle it down to one fic per event. There are still quite a few fics, so you can find the list below the cut!

As To Be Understood | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: SupposedToBeWriting | tumblr: @organchordsandlightning | event: Archival Pride

Fleeing from unimaginable terror in a cargo van, Jon and Martin take a moment to collect themselves. Martin examines himself and his connection to the Lonely, as well as what Jon means to him.

I would be remiss if I didn't recommend at least one fic from Archival Pride! Every single fic created for it has been wonderful, but I really liked this one in particular because of the way it deals with both Martin's experience with the Lonely and his own feelings with his grayromanticism 💚🤍🖤

A Survival Received | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: cuttooth | tumblr: @cuttoothed | event: Jonmartin Week 2021

Martin takes Jon’s hand—the burned one—in his, and presses it to the pale, silvery scar on the right side of his belly.

“When you see this scar, does it remind you of the fact that my appendix burst when I was twelve and I almost died?”

*

Jon and Martin talk about their scars.

I have a lot of feelings about fics that discuss Jon's feelings about his scars, and this one dealt with it beautifully! The idea that scars equate survival had me tearing up a little, and this fic is definitely part of my ideal post-200 scenario.

The Notes Inbetween | jontim, rated T | Ao3: voiceless_terror | tumblr: @voiceless-terror | event: JonTim Week

At first, he thinks it’s the radio. It’s not uncommon for these stores to play classical music, trying to add an air of sophistication in what’s otherwise a dark room of dusty knicknacks. But when he walks towards the noise, he instead finds Jon sitting at the bench of an old wooden upright, his posture straighter than Tim’s ever seen it, hands moving slowly but deftly across the keys as he leans into each note.

Jon plays the piano and Tim appreciates.

I love JonTim and I love musician Jon and I love Jon reminiscing about his childhood and this has all three of those things 💛 A really sweet fic with equal amounts of seriousness and shenanigans.

Even for an Hour | jonmartin, rated T | Ao3: silvercolour | tumblr: @silver-colour | event: TMA Fantasy Week

When you can only see the one you love during twilight, and must be separated from them during both the day and the night, the hours seem to go so very slow.

In which Martin is a spirit of the sun, and Jon of the night sky, and every twilight they meet again, and part ways again.

I love the concept of this fic! It's so bittersweet and tender, and the imagery of Jon and Martin as moon and sun spirits respectively is fantastic. I could read a hundred more fics in this AU 💛

Ink | jongerrymartin, rated T | Ao3: voiceless_terror | tumblr: @voiceless-terror | event: Gerry Week

“Mhm.” Gerry nods slightly, pen tapping against his sketchpad. He turns around, seeing the naked fondness in Martin’s eyes and has a particularly wicked thought. “Y’know, this is how he looks when he’s watching you.”

Martin sputters, turns a lovely shade of red. “W-What? Really?”

“No,” Gerry smirks. “It’s the way he looks at the Admiral.”

A few snippets in Gerard Keay's surprisingly domestic life.

I love jonmartin and I love jongerry and I love jongerrymartin, and this fic is tooth-achingly sweet! The doodles-and-notes-as-love-languages fits so well with jongerrymartin, and the bit about the post-it notes had me ;___; 💕

Particular | jongeorgie, jon/others, rated G | Ao3: Aza (sazandorable) | tumblr: @sazandorable | event: TMA Bi/Pan/Poly/Omni/Mspec Week

Jon does not like boys. He does not like girls, either.

Just, sometimes, he likes this one.

I like this fic partly because it resonates so well with my own experience with romance and partly because I love the exploration of Jon's experience with romance. The jongeorgie scene is lovely and the mention of the s1 archival crew at the end (and the implied jonmartin) was nice 💛

Letting Luck In The Door | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: cuttooth | tumblr: @cuttoothed | event: Jon Sims and Cats 2021

The man standing at the front counter is looking around anxiously, a bundled up jumper clutched against his chest.

“Sorry, we’re—” Martin begins, and that’s as far as he gets before the man unleashes a frantic tirade.

“Please!” the man says, “I need your help, I-I’m not sure they’re breathing.”

*

Martin forgets to lock up, and gets some unexpected visitors.

I was looking for a fic from the jon-and-cats event that I'd read and I got distracted by this one and immediately fell a little bit in love! I adore the kitten-related jmart meet-cute, and Tim and Sasha looking at Martin like 👀 when he comes to visit the kittens is very amusing.

a tale as old | jonmartin, rated G | Ao3: bibliocratic | tumblr: @bibliocratic | event: Aspec Archives Week

"But the trees outside the forest had shed their clothes to bareness, and the welcoming touch of speckling frost had begun to settle upon the ground, and Martin’s mother grew weaker, developing a cough that rattled in her rickety lungs. And so, Martin of the Black Woods packed a small knapsack and ventured upon the winding pathways of the forest to seek out the beast who lived there."

Or: Martin gets his happily ever after.

I loved this fic a lot! Featuring monster!jon, fairy tale elements (and style of prose!), and ace Martin. The worldbuilding is wonderful and the imagery is stunning <3

thank god for wikis | jongerry, rated T | Ao3: PitViperOfDoom | tumblr: @pitviperofdoom | event: Aspec Archives Week

Gerry makes an important discovery about himself. Jon helps.

I said I was only going to do one fic per event week but I couldn't decide between these two, so here they both are! I particularly enjoy the depiction of demisexual Gerry figuring himself out within his relationship with Jon and Jon helping him find the label that works for him! I love fics that have Jon being confident in his own asexuality and supporting someone else who's also aspec, and this one is very sweet <3

And, because I'm not immune to self-promotion, a few of my own:

to grieve and to mourn | jontim, rated T | event: JonTim Week

Jon had mentioned to him once, more than a few drinks into a night out at the pubs, that he’s the type to mourn in private. So Tim isn’t surprised when he walks into Jon’s bedroom to see Jon sat atop his bed, hair tied up into an approximation of a bun and an array of papers spread out before him in a kaleidoscope of white and black. Nor is he surprised to see the cigarette held between Jon’s fingers, burning faintly orange in the low light.

.

In which Tim offers comfort, Jon makes arrangements, and bourbon is shared.

agony quiets to pain | jongerry, rated T | event: Gerry Week

Gerry steps out of the hospital doors, his body a mess of aches and pains and stark white bandages, to see a man who is not his mother sat atop the short wall outside the hospital doors.

“Jon?”

that which glitters divinely gold | jonmartin, rated G | event: TMA Fantasy Week

“I like it here," Martin says. "And I… I feel like it likes me too.”

The stranger hums; it’s a lovely sound, like the clanging of morning bells. “It does,” they say, confidently and lightly, like there’s no room for argument in the matter. After a moment, they continue, more hesitantly, “I… I do.”

[blitzturtles]

Title: Jacket

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Unbreakable

Pairing(s): JosuHan (w/ Josuke being in his 20's.)

Summary: With the edges tucked around his boyfriend, Josuke takes a few steps back to admire his work, but he’s caught in awe at the sight. What with Rohan’s hair mussed in every direction and his face so relaxed. His hands are still under his head, serving as a pillow in absence of the real thing. [...]

Notes: Btw, I'm doing a writing / fic giveaway! Check out this post to see how to enter. Goes until 8.25.21!

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Josuke pops open the front door to his and Rohan’s house with every intention of making his way upstairs for a shower after a long day-turned-night. His shift should have ended nearly two hours ago, and he’s exhausted. Most of his body aches in some way after being tackled unexpectedly during a simple stop. The outer parts of his left arm are completely torn up with scrapes and road rash, and, worse than that (all of that), he had to stay over in the precinct to fill out paperwork regarding the resulting arrest. To say he’s over the day would be something of an understatement, but he doesn’t make it to the shower before he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

Passed out on the couch with his hands tucked under his head, is Josuke’s boyfriend, and Rohan somehow looks worse than he does, what with the bags under his eyes and the way he’s curled too tightly to be comfortable. He’s wearing one of his favorite crop tops and a pair of shorts, neither of which seem to be doing a decent enough job at keeping Rohan warm, considering the visible gooseflesh covering his arms and legs.

With no blanket in sight, Josuke decides that the only real solution is to shuck his own jacket. He had already planned to strip down anyway. He’s plenty warm after chasing some two-bit criminal around town, so he doesn’t mind shedding it in favor of keeping Rohan warm while he naps.

Josuke figures he can wake Rohan up after he’s had a shower. Maybe he’ll order something for dinner. He’s not in the mood to cook, and he has a feeling Rohan fell asleep long before he could consider food. Rohan probably should have eaten hours ago, but it’s rare that he eats anything substantial without prompting. Most of his caloric intake is done through snacking, and it’s usually only because Rohan gets antsy sitting in his study for too long.

With the edges tucked around his boyfriend, Josuke takes a few steps back to admire his work, but he’s caught in awe at the sight. What with Rohan’s hair mussed in every direction and his face so relaxed. His hands are still under his head, serving as a pillow in absence of the real thing. It’s so damn cute, that Josuke decides that it’s worth the possibility of being murdered to memorialize the occasion with a quick snap of his phone’s camera. It’s not the best picture, or even the best quality, but it’s something he intends to cherish for quite awhile.

If Rohan doesn’t kill him for the picture, he might kill him if he ever finds out the sort of things that go on in Josuke’s head. Like how he thinks the thin line of drool is about the cutest thing in the world, or how he finds it so damn adorable that Rohan is practically drowning in his jacket. Sometimes he forgets how much smaller his boyfriend actually is, given how large his personality can be.

The problem with keeping those sorts of thoughts to himself, is that Rohan has exactly the kind of Stand that makes him privy to the thoughts that Josuke would like to keep to himself, if only for self-preservation. God knows that he’d be more than happy to lay the praise on Rohan, no matter how much the mangaka might hate it. It’s really not Josuke’s fault that Rohan’s cute.

“You’re staring,” Rohan mumbles from his spot on the couch. He squints at Josuke from under long, tired lashes and reaches with one hand to rub at his eyes.

“Shit, sorry,” Josuke scrambles, though he doesn’t know what for. “I was going to let you sleep, but-”

“You decided to be creepy instead?”

“Something like that?” Josuke says with a nervous inflection in his tone. He fumbles with his phone for a moment, hoping Rohan hadn’t noticed it. He doesn’t want to give up that picture.

“Whatever,” there’s a pause as Rohan’s eyes rake over him, “You’re late.”

“Yeah, uh- this asshole kind of took off, but he thought it’d be great if he launched me into the road first. He wasn’t even that big, but it was over something stupid, so I wasn’t really expecting him to do that, you know?” Josuke’s babbling, but, to be fair, it’s not entirely from nerves. He’s been dying to get home since his shift technically ended. It’s moments like this that he lives for, and he can’t help babbling a bit as a particular buzz of energy builds inside. An excitement that bubbles over every time it’s just the two of them.

Rohan’s frown only grows as he takes in the information and the sight of Josuke’s busted up arm. “Why is it always you?” He asks, exasperated, but there’s a fondness to his tone that betrays him.

“Bad luck?” Josuke offers with a shrug.

Rohan hums, considers the possibility, and huffs at his conclusion, “Sounds about right. We should clean that up,” he nods to Josuke’s arm. It’s since stopped bleeding, but it’s clear that the only first aid Josuke’s had is a handful of paper towels.

“No, wait!” Josuke says quickly when Rohan starts to push the jacket off of himself(-- doesn’t even bat an eye at its presence--), so that he can stand. “I’ve got this. It’s just a few cuts. You should try to sleep a little longer.”

One of Rohan’s eyebrows hikes upward, but the ensuing staring contest ends with a defeated sigh. “Fine, but you need to be sure to disinfect it thoroughly. I’ll ask CD.”

Josuke groans at the mention of his own Stand. He hates that Crazy D rats him out at the drop of a hat. Crazy D’s his Stand, but he seems to like Rohan better. He’s definitely got a liking for Heaven’s Door; Josuke can’t decide if that’s better or worse for his pride. “He’s probably going to do it for me, anyway.”

“Good. Someone competent should be there,” Rohan answers easily with a smirk that Josuke debates kissing off his face.

“Yeah, yeah,” Josuke grumbles and spins on his heels. The faster he gets upstairs, the faster he can shower and clean up, and the faster he can get back downstairs, back to his hopefully will-be asleep boyfriend. Maybe he’ll sneak another picture, considering the way he catches Rohan tucking the jacket under his chin from the corner of his eyes.

[narrators-journal]

Step three

Back with another spicy part while I wait for more tasty tasty asks! This one includes consent! Look at Illumi go!

cw: nsfw, possessiveness, mentions of murder, that’s about it honestly

Previous part: here

First part: here

Illumi enjoyed his new relationship, but he was also somewhat confused by it. He was never taught much about 'dating', marriage was about the only romantic dynamic he knew of in detail, but after 5 or so outings together with you, his mother had informed him that you two were officially a couple. However, when the dark haired assassin had assured her he'd be swift in getting a wedding band for you, she'd put a halt to his plans,           "Now now Illumi dear, you can't just jump to marriage with this girl." she'd chided gently, "She's shy, you'll overwhelm her with talk of marriage so soon. You still have wooing to do, so start out slow, 'boyfriend and girlfriend' status for now." The thought made the man grimace,          "Mother, I can further court her when she's my fiancee," His mother huffed at his stubborn tone,          "Dear, the titles of 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' are basically the same as fiance. The only difference is referring to this girl as your girlfriend will spook her less than calling her your wife. Trust me on this, your father was not the first man to date m-" He hung up on her before she could finish that thought. Nonetheless, he took her advice and refrained from calling you his fiancee, for now, though that's what you were to him in his mind. He'd confirmed his status on your next outing together, and it was reassuring for him to see how you turned pink at his inquiry and stuttered out your acceptance, it solidified the fact that you wouldn't be a wife he needed to worry about too much. However, this progression brought a new level of reluctance to leave you, to let Milluki watch you while he was on jobs. He very much wanted to just scoop you up now and take you to the safety of his family home, but Kikyo shot the idea down again, forcing him to 'take things slow' and 'ease (y/n) into things' . This issue was, of course, never a problem at work though. While it did bother him like a needle pressed too deeply into his shirt, he was a perfect professional, and didn't let his musings over what to do about you turn his work sloppy. If anything, his desire to return to you as soon as possible made him seek out more efficient methods of disposing of his targets, which permitted him some free time to pick off the meager few friends you had on his way back to his secondary home. That sort of detour is what earned him his current position. He'd returned home from a rather textbook assassination that had been simple to do and spared him a day or two to hunt down and kill your final remaining friend to you once again miserable.        "W-we're dating, right?" you'd asked, your voice shakey with anguish despite the (favorite flower) Illumi was standing on your porch offering to you. He nodded, hiding his disdain at the word behind a mask of his usual unchanging expression, "Than...do you mind staying the night with me? I've now l-lost all of mm-my friends and I've been so lonely..." you explained, physically shaking from the strain of fighting back tears. Illumi adored seeing you so isolated and alone, it was adorable in a dark way, and it meant he could finally be your only source of substantial human contact. You'd finally depend on him severely. Of course Illumi agreed to your demand, so the two of you spent the day together, and when evening fell, you snuggled into his side, squishing your form to him as if that would push out more of the attention you so craved. It was honestly hard for him not to smile in the dark living room while you watched a movie and clung to him while he played with your (h/l), (h/c) hair, you were just too cute when you were so needy for him. Just like she was the night I'd moved in. he thought, but than had to force himself not to recall the night you'd slept on the couch in nothing but your panties and a shirt, begging for him to claim you with the way you laid on your back, shirt pushed up just enough to preview a hint of your (r/c) panties. Now was not the time to rile himself up. He might not have much self-restraint. Luckily, he had the discipline to focus on something else aside from that night, and he found he rather enjoyed having you nestled beneath his arm, your own (s/c) arm draped loosely across his chest and, after a while, your leg thrown over his lap. The simple physical contact made Illumi burn with an addictive, yet not lustful, warmth. He couldn't place the feeling, but it made the ebony haired assassin tighten his grip on your dozing form. If he wasn't certain of your destiny as his wife, he was now. After that night, he admittedly lingered a tad. He came over quite a bit under the guise of checking on you while you were so vulnerable, but it seemed he wasn't as skilled at hiding such an unknown emotion.        "Illumi?" you hummed one night when he was over, laying between your legs with his head on your chest while you lounged on the couch with a tv show on as a way to keep you from being awkward in the silence,        "Yes, (y/n)?" he responded, moving to look up at you while you threaded your fingers through his silky black hair,       "I do enjoy you coming over and spending time with me, but you do realize you can just come over to hang out sometimes, right?" you asked, smiling slightly.        "Ah, I don't want to seem overbearing," he said, lying slightly, not wanting to try and explain this addiction to your soft, affectionate touches and cuddles. You giggled, blushing a bit as you spoke again,      "Well, I-I don't mind you being over, so as long as you ask first, I don't see how you'd be overbearing." you assured. Illumi hummed in response, looking at you curiously for a moment before he resituated himself so that he was propped up on his elbows, your face darkening in response to the shift causing his hips to be pressed more against yours, to look down at you. For a moment the two of you looked at one another, than he lowered his head and kissed you. He felt you tense in response, so he pulled away slightly, far enough to break the kiss, but close enough so that his warm breath gently fanned over your (s/c) face. However, you didn't complain, instead giggling and turning a darker shade of pink, so after a short moment, he pressed his lips to yours again in a quick kiss, pausing for a shorter time before doing it again. Much to his delight, you began kissing back. With that encouragement, he held the next kiss, leading you into a short make out session. After he pulled away again, you giggled again, your face now pretty red, which gave Illumi a spark of smug satisfaction, I'm the only man you'll be this vulnerable for. He mentally told you, but he refrained from verbalizing the thought at this moment. He could potentially get consent for sex, he couldn't risk it for his controlling urges.         "Um, 'lumi?" you asked, your voice a quiet, slightly breathy whisper, drawing the man out of his possessive thoughts and back to the moment, "d-do you think we could, I dunno, um, s-see how far this goes?" you asked, your (e/c) eyes now refusing to meet his, but this time it wasn't because of how empty they were, but because of your flustered nerves.          "Only if you want to," he assured, "though, you should know that I have a habit to get a bit rough," he warned, more to see how you'd react. Judging from your embarrassed silence, you weren't opposed to that.          Such a good girl, (y/n) He thought before going in for another kiss, moving one hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him possessively. You squeaked, but only wrapped your arms around his neck, wiggling your hips testingly against the growing bulge in his pants, mewling when he mindlessly rutted against you. After that, things swiftly got more heated. He snuck a hand up your shirt as he moved his mouth down to your neck, no longer hesitating to leave a trail of rather rough love-bites down to your collar bone. He relished the little noises each nip and bite brought, even if they were more pained than pleasurable whimpers, as he tugged your top off and let you tentatively remove your bra, willingly revealing the soft breasts he'd memorized the night he'd laid his claim on you. Something about you shyly removing your clothes made his dick throb more. He was rather eager to nibble and suck at the tender (s/c) skin until you were writhing and whining more, your noises encouraging his touches, especially when he snaked a hand between your bodies to press against your clit and you gasped, pressing your hips into his hand hungrily. With that, he tugged your bottoms off, getting up to shed his own pants but returning to station himself back between your legs before you could sit up. He pushed you back down onto the couch and kissed you again, this time more forceful in the way he claimed your mouth and ate the needy moans you gave in response. The way you clawed into his shirt and did your best to grind against his cock to achieve any friction you could woke that primal emotion he always failed to repress, threatening to drive him crazy.       "(y/n)," he breathed, not outwardly showing just how badly a possessive, neglected desire was burning him from the inside out beyond his stiff member and the tight grip he had on your thighs, "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, his urges mixing with his lust strong enough for him to realize the likelihood of him potentially crossing a line. With your shy nod, he positioned himself correctly and pushed into you. He hummed along with your slightly shocked moan at the feeling of his throbbing member pressing into the delicious warmth of your welcoming cunt until he was buried up to his hilt.        "I-Illumi!" you breathed, gripping his shirt desperately while your walls twitched and spasmed around him as you adjusted to the intrusion. He grunted and kissed you as he began moving, slowly at first, but it didn't take long for the pleasure to drive him to pushing your thighs up to your chest and speeding up until the only sounds he heard in the room was the slew of lascivious noises you made and the slapping of skin upon skin. The new position made you moan more, slurring out his name, drunk on the delectable sensations after only a short while, when you orgasmed and your walls tightened around the assassin. However, he didn't stop to give you a break, only letting one of your legs go to move his hand to your hip, keeping you in place as he now plowed into you, driven by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that rolled through him. Outwardly, he didn't seem terribly phased, making few noises, but if the rough pace didn't reveal his feelings, the burning urge to make you scream his name was a big piece of evidence.         "Tell me who you belong to," he ordered, his voice firm and steady as always, despite how he was skillfully thrusting into you to make your (e/c) eyes roll into the back of your head. "Say it" he repeated, gripping your hip so hard it'd bruise again until you managed,       "y-yours! I'm yours!" you whined, clawing into the couch since you could no longer reach his shoulders,       "Again," he ordered, making sure to hit your g-spot so that you once again arched your back and moaned his name loudly,      "I'm yours! I-I'm all yours Illumi!" you gasped out, beginning to whine and whimper from the creeping pain of overstimulation, though luckily for you, the sound of you saying you belonged to  him was the push the assassin needed. He locked his hips against yours, ensuring he was as deep as he could be before shooting ropes of cum into you with a groan. As he came down from his euphoria high, he realized he still held onto your thigh and hip so hard that your thigh at least was beginning to bleed under his nails. You, however, didn't seem to mind or notice. He could see that your (e/c) eyes were already beginning to drift shut, your brain more than likely fried from your own repeated orgasm. It wasn't a new sight to him, but he savored it and the thought that he was the only one who would give you such ecstasy from now on. Once he could regain his composure, the little he lost, the man was careful as he moved you to lay on him, his dick still nestled snugly inside you, ensuring none of his potent seed slipped out while the two of you dozed off to the sounds of the forgotten TV.

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Hi! I wanted to say that I LOVE your art style - it’s so cute!! I love how you draw the varying pony races so differently, I was wondering if there was any particular thought process that went into designing them? Or was it just something that sort of happened naturally over time? Either way would you be willing to share? I love seeing artists design processes! If not, ten that’s totally fine - I hope you have a wonderful day <333!

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE KIND OF ASK TO GET CLAPS MY LITTLE HANDS TOGETHER RAPIDLY

i Have made a similar post to this in the past but uhuhhuh i want to do it AGAIN >:] some things im gonna say are headcanons or just my general interpretations for the pony types, i dont think any of em are like. controversial at all but i just thought id clarify jic anyones like "no theyre not!!11!!1" lol

first of all THANK YOU that means sm<33

now into my convoluted horse thoughts HJGFHG i went a lot more in depth than my last one i think lmaooo

ill start w earth ponies bc they are the blueprint<3 and also my favs lol. earth ponies are naturally the strongest breed of pony, so my designs for them are more Built and stocky than the others, im not sure why i decided their heads should be taller, so both eyes are usually visible, i guess it makes them look a bit more Structured if you get what i mean? their hooves are the most exposed of the three because they use them for pretty much everything, (w some exceptions that they use their mouths for lol) for all the manual labour and stuff they need to do and just like. walking around sm uknow lol. the fur around their hooves can vary just based on how I personally think theyd style it, so for instance take applejack, i dont really think shed Do much with hers other than trim it and move on since shes very much function over form, but with pinkie pie, her fur is styled in a rounder way, honestly mostly on my part because it goes with the rest of her generally round design :P but i imagine that as a filly hers was trimmed flat since her parents seem very prim and working on a rock farm having hair in the way of your hooves which youre using to sort through probably sometimes very fine rubble doesnt make sense. and the Fun part: their general shapes, i love using the shapes in a character to signify personality and whatnot, so AJ is a sturdy workhorse whos been on a farm her whole life, shes also what i feel is a very reliable and stable presence in her friends lives so i make her Huge and rectangluar to signify those kinds of things? pinkie on the other hand is a fun loving party planner who lives in the town bakery! she also spent a significant portion of her life on a rock farm so, she's also very sturdy in typical earth pony fashion but she's also on the shorter end of my mane 6 lineup, this is bc i feel that all the pies are p short bc if theyve mined for a living (seemingly for generations) itd make more sense for them to be little to fit better into underground structures and whatnot, but pinkie herself is round and bouncy to fit her fun-loving bubbly personality! and ofc bc she LOVES all of the cakes at sugarcube corner :P

pegasi are generally the most lithe and athletic of the breeds, due to their near constant usage of their wings in everyday life. all my pegasi looka like fuckin sock puppets(affectionate) fkjdgfd uhh because it makes them feel way more aerodynamic to me, like if youre gonna be going at any kind of Speed up there youre gonna need the least amount of wind resistance possible, this is also why theyre generally the shortest type of pony, less animal for those little wings to heave around lmao. their hooves are completely covered in fur because i wanted to make them look soft, as if they actually could stand on clouds, their hooves are the most delicate of the breeds as theyre not Really designed to be on the ground at all, but they can build up a tolerance over time! ive sort of been playing with the idea that fluttershy's hooves are very slightly visible bc of her line of work? idk tho lol. pegasi ears are the shortest of all the breeds for aerodynamic purposes and theyre very fluffy on the insides to prevent unwanted stuff getting in while theyre in the air :] the fluffy feathers can also appear around the sides of the pegasi's heads n the amount can vary SHAPES!! rainbow dash is pretty obvious, shes small lithe and her head is flat as a pancake, snout All Forward, no extra feathers her wings are longer, more pointed i guess, shes a speedster!! she needs to be Smooth and little to be as fast as she can be >:P and for fluttershy, shes shy and more into herself, she can be quite awkward so to show this her snout is turned down and more curved, shes also fairly tall and gangly for a pegasus, she has fluffy feathers around her head and her wings are more round and fluffy, theyre shorter than RD's but theyre wider, better built for gliding than speed i guess

unicorns are honestly Fully like. ornamental physically. theyre pretty shitty at most physical activities but thats because they become reliant on their magic for most everyday things, they all have a pointed snout to exhibit that fact too lol some are curved some are just straight up triangles just based on what i think their vibes are lmao. their hooves are mostly covered in fur with the exception of the fronts which shows off the fact that theyre cloven, its sort of a half and half kind of situation with it half being because i wanted to it to look kinda decorative but also it could be because that, They Are on the ground at all times like earth ponies, Unlike earth ponies however, they arent built in a way that favours the sorts of manual labour that EP's would be used to, again, theyd use their magic for anything like that. their horns vary slightly in size and shapes, my thoughts behind this dont make a lot of sense but in my canon, the better a unicorn is at magic, like the more powerful, the longer and thinner the horn, so unicorns like rarity who only use their horns for stuff like levitation or like sunburst just arent That gifted in the magic department their horns are thicker than those who can do more advanced magic or just have stronger magic innately ilke starlight have thinner and longer horns, whether a unicorns horn is curved or not has no bearing on their like. magical ability its just a stylistic thing on my part so no trixie isnt shit a magic bc her horns bent LMAO. also their tails are. theres a word for it hold on. is it prehensile?? icr but its the shit where its like a cats tail but w mane-like fur on the end, these also vary in length and thickness those are also vibe based lmao. their ears are the longest of the breeds and they have curled fur on the insides of em, they can be rounded or pointed on the top. i dont rlly feel like i need to explain rarity shes pointed and neat all over like youd expect a prissy, wanting to seem upper class unicorn would be, i made her on the fatter side because i feel like its fitting, and also both of her parents were that way too, i feel like it could be genetic too

alicorns were kind of difficult to like. 'deal with' ?? i guess because having to combine all three of these things i had set rules out for was kinda difficult but, i just kinda wing it lmao. so with celestia and luna (while im still working on their designs) we dont really know how they originated but i sorta landed a sort of a stereotypical alien-like design for them? ig its bc theyre like. sort of foreign and different to their subjects?? whereas with twilight shes just a very recent alicorn and so her body is still adjusting to the features she gained by aquiring earth pony and pegasus magic so the differences are more.. obvious i guess?? but with her Base being unicorn those traits are the strongest in her design, and i havent drawn cadence yet but hers will be in a similar way but since she was a pegasus first her pegasus traits will be more apparent, but as shes grown more than twilight she'll be in sort of a transitional look? thats closer to celestia and luna's alicorn specific design i guess? flurryheart's design, i was kind of just thinking she was entirely just a fluffy alagamation of all three breeds rather than just immediate alicorn, i guess because since she was born an alicorn, her genes weren't entirely sure of what to do since she's the first natural born alicorn but as she grows she'll take on the alicorn shape? or not idk lol. alicorns in general uhh their ears are REALLY big versions of their base forms' with traits from the other two breeds obv, and their their horns are Long since alicorn magic is more potent and therefore just naturally more powerful so. long horn. their hooves are what their base breed's looked like but, again, with the others features their tails are prehensile(?) like unicorns but the mane like hair that comes off of it not only comes off the end but extends the full way up the bottom of the tail uhh idk if i missed anything but thats. p much it i guess!!

with combo babies like the cake twins, i just kind of mash the two species together in a way i think looks best lol like they both have the structured earth pony heads but pound has the long pegasus snout and pumpkin has an upward turned pointed unicorn snout and their hooves are more exposed like an earth ponies :P

ANYWAY. SORRY LONG POST LOL