#it's complete and utter shit ngl.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas day 3: Oral

Pairing: Tetsuro Kuroo x male reader

This guy

Warnings: oral DUH, oral fixation, kissing, pretty pervy reader, kinda gay ngl, no sex again sorry but not really, I think that's it

Word count: 1134

You were just there by yourself watching the Karasuno and Nekoma Volleyball game alone. Like you showed up to all of the games...alone. The reason one may ask why you show up all the time without not really giving a shit about sports; well because the players are hot. I mean just look at them, getting all sweaty out on the field, muscular arms hitting the ball, large thighs in those tight gym shorts...Oh yeah and the athletics are cool and whatever.

You would fuck all of them if given the chance honestly. You were lost in such thoughts when the last ball was hit, fucking finally. Whenever these two supreme teams go head-to-head it always last for fucking ever.

Anway that is to say that the game was done, and the winner was Karasuno. Everyone got up from their seats and cheered, most were boo's sense it was a home game for Nekoma. You just sat down, catching the attention of a certain black-haired man.

After the men went around, high fiving and saying good jobs, you got up from the bleachers, on your way out because there is no use staying anymore.

On your way out and into the hallway you pulled out a cherry flavored lollipop and popped it right in your mouth. But before you could leave you felt a hand grip your own.

You looked back and saw that it was the 6'2" tall, tall, dark, and handsome man himself, Tetsuro Kuroo. You were in complete awe of the man before and why he was holding your hand when he finally spoke.

"Hey there cutie." He greeted, joy and anticipation apparent in his voice.

"Hi?" you said, confused by the sudden action. "Would you like something?" He takes a while with a cartoonish and dramatized look on his face.

"Umm, you," he said plainly. You start laughing but stop when you see complete seriousness looking back at you.

"You have to be joking, right?" You asked.

"Does it look like I am?" He questions back, though he has a charming smirk you can tell that he is still completely for real. Before you can answer, he pulls the sucker right out of your mouth and into his.

Again, a look of utter shock stains your face. Leaving you speechless.

"If you want it back then follow me." He demands then walks off into some undisclosed situation. You just stand there, looking dumb until you finally get the thought of fucking him in your mind and start to follow.

You run to catch up with him and follow suit. It's practically dead silence until he finds a secluded location, that being the locker room. You both walk in, and he cages you in his arms, your back being against the lockers. It really is like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

After this he puts the sucker out of his mouth and puts it right in front of your face. You graciously accept but while your tongue is going for it, he is doing the same. You both meet in the middle like Lady in the Tramp style. At first you are completely surprised but give in anyway. Your mouths come together to suck on your lollipop. Your tongues are colliding and fighting for the sucker. Eventually he wins and puts it completely in his mouth, but you will not stand for this.

You kiss him, taking the opportunity to have the sucker, your mind now only obsessed with that. Your tongue goes into his mouth so that the sucker is once again shared between the two of you. Your arms going to his muscular chest, looking for anything to grab onto due to the overwhelming passion of this weird lollipop kiss.

But this isn't food kink, so he just lets you have it so that we can all get on to the good part. Now that you have the sucker you don't even care at this point. You threw the sucker on the floor, your attention switching to kissing him. His arms go to grope your ass, giving it a firm grip. This makes you moan, and he takes this chance to run his tongue deeper down your mouth, exploring the whole thing.

He pulls away, noticing that you are running out of breath.

"Could you maybe..." he paused, gesturing towards his lower body. You look confused and then realize what he's gesturing too and automatically get down on your knees.

"Well, that didn't take much convincing." He stated, giving an approving smile.

"I aim to please." You said, a smirk, blush evident on your face.

You pull down his pants and boxers and HOLY FUCK THAT IS THE BIGGEST DICKS YOUVE EVER SEEN, and you've seen a lot, you're gay. It is extremely long with a pretty decent amount of girth and a trimmed yet still noticeable jet-black bush. He laughs at the surprised look you have on.

"Scared?" He questioned, laughing all the while. You shut him up by giving tiny little kitten licks pre cum already developing from the tip. You lick it off and then continue the rest of your tiny licks off the tip, licking the pre cum when it arrives.

"Come on, you can do better than that." He taunted. You ignore him, doing little kisses all throughout his shaft. The little kisses develop into licking up and down the entire rod. This makes his cocky persona falter as he accidently lets out a noticeable groan.

This encourages you to try harder. You finally begin to put the whole thing into your mouth. You start with just the tip but then develop into putting the whole thing.

"Oh fuck yes." He moaned out in ecstasy. You start with slow, controlled movements, struggling to fit the whole thing in your mouth AND move. You put your tongue under your shaft which makes him moan awfully loud.

Your head going up and down much faster, the delicious taste of his pre going down your throat. His cock doing the same, almost melting in your mouth and slipping up and down your throat. Tears begin to develop in the corner of your eyes in which he kindly wipes off with his thumb.

"Jesus fucking Christ you're amazing at this." He praised, he means the compliment, yet he still wraps his hand in your hair and starts thrusting his hips into your mouth. Gargled noises come from you due to his rapid thrusts.

After giving in a few more pumps, he finally cums in your mouth, in which you gladly swallow up once he takes his member out of your mouth. His breath was shallow and gasping.

"Thank you, *pant* That was fucking *pant* amazing." He gasped. "Now for the good part."

THE END

[riotlain]

You still take requests???

If so could you write hcs about batboys realizing they're in love 🥰 (with male reader if you could) (if you did before could you share link 🙏) Love you...

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG JT GOT BURIED UNDER DRAFTS IM SORRY 😭😭

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Dick Grayson

When he realizes hes in love with you

HES DOWN HORRENDOUS

ok he's like probably really bad at hiding his feelings so he ends up like flirting like prolly more often

Bottom of the barrel shit sometimes too

Bro would straight up say "Nice cock" if he had balls

Batfam teases him for how obvious he is

Depending on whether or not youre a superhero he's gonna be protective

Like yea as a civilian hes protective enough. Gotham is very dangerous!!

If you're a superhero too than he'll probably be a bit less protective... or atleast try to be

"Y/n can handle dealing with Poison Ivy himself it'll be fine... I'll go show up just in case."

If you're a villain though he's always the one to arrest you (he lets you go)

He aint the elaborate plan type of guy when it comes to this

So he one night jusy thinks "Yea im def gonna fess to him"

So no matter if youre civilian, hero, or villain he'll confess with a bouquet of flowers under the moonlight with some shit pick up line

Jason Todd

Used to have internalized homophobia but now hes over it... mostly

If youre a villain he'll straight deny his feelings for the longest time

Civilian or hero though? He'll definitely flirt

As in he just shows that he wants to protect you I guess

It honestly took him a while to realize he had feelings for you

Like yeeaaa hes gotten with alot of women and all but like with you? Something is hitting different and he doesn't know what

Roy finds out for him

He found out and teased Jason and Jason is just like "Wait what🧍‍♂️"

So with this new found crush how will Jason approach it?

Hes either really blunt or will completely avoid it all together 💀💀

Like i'm ngl you gon have to make the first move

Tim Drake

He found out he was bisexual and really went "Oh🤨??...OH😲"

Like if you just go to school with him he'll like try to hang out with you more

If you're a hero he's going on patrol more often just to hang around

And if youre a villain💀💀 He definitely tries to keep up the hero facade but like

Fucks it up with getting nervous

"I dont wanna hurt him too bad so he hates me. Wait he's trying to kill me though. I think he is???"

Has definitely lost a few fights with you bc of that 😭😭

Damian found out first (analytical lil shit) and made fun of him

Not in the homophobic way but in the way where his brother has a crush and looks like an idiot

"Drake you look like an utter idiot."

He tries to be smooth (Advice from Dick ofc) and fails

He does the thing where he tries to lean against a wall and fell the other way😭😭

Man just ask him out so he can quit embarrassing himself please

Damian Wayne

Def has internalized homophobia sorry

You know he isnt the best at his feelings so when he's around you he goes a bit crazy-

'I think of Y/n as a friend. Why would I think more of him as more?? Is it normal for me to like boys???? Dear god.'

Asks Alfred about it (One of the batbros prolly heard him though and barge in I'm ngl)

He isn't sure how to go about uh... "Courting you" as he calls it

Like yea he gets the kinda stuff to do for girls he's read many novels on that

But boys??? Hes stumped

He ends up stalking all the couples in his school for an answer

And probably ends up avoiding you :((

Whenever you try to confront him he just says "Its nothing." and leaves

Buuttt one day he ends up spilling everything on accident

[ashersanity]

Ngl I'd love to smack Whitney back for all the times he's been a little bitch./hj -Newcomer anon.

newcomer anon, don’t give me ideas now..

too late.

content warning! (dub-con/non-con, spanking, lots of degradation, exhibition at the park, lazy writing, whitney accidentally cums like a pathetic bitch from getting his ass spanked)

pairings (low dom m!whitney x sadistic gn!pc)

ain’t no way I actually wrote something for this shit. did I? yeah. yeah, I fucking did. can’t stop my sadistic urges.

also, hope you meant spanking cuz that’s what I had in mind. this was rushed, sorry.

SLAP

“Are you—“

SLAP

“going to-“

SLAP

“fucking apologize to me now?”

You gritted out between clenched teeth, palm unrelenting on the poor bully’s ass, Whitney’s normally dominant form now reduced to a complete and utter mess over your lap.

How the fuck did this even happen? Didn’t even know you had it in you to stand up to the delinquent like this, but everyone had their boundaries and he had crossed yours, causing you to snap.

The blond could only manage a weak whimper and a curse beneath his breath, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill down over his flushed cheeks. Fuck, he was going to kill you for this, mark his words, he was going to—

SLAP

“Fuck!!” He yelled out.

“Apologize.” You repeated, palm lifted over his reddening behind, ready to strike another blow if you had to. Dammit, you weren’t kidding around. Unable to meet your gaze, the stubborn little shit bit his lip, turning his face away from your prying eyes in attempt to hide his humiliated expression and.. something else.

Whitney wasn’t ready to admit it, no, he was never going to, but each and every time you’d smack his ass— bare skin on display for anyone to see at the park, pants pulled down to his ankles, revealing his weeping cock, cold air hitting the flesh. Not to mention how he’d flinch at each oncoming strike, tip of his flushed cockhead nudging at your lap, practically grinding against the fabric of your shorts and smearing pre-cum all over.

Oh god, he was getting hard.

“You getting hard from this?” You taunted, noticing the little friend poking at your crotch repeatedly, lips curling up into a smirk. He groaned, swearing again, confirming your question.

What a goddamn slut he was. Getting hard from this.

How pathetic.

How fucking funny.

“F-fuck..”

If this kept going on.. Shit, the troublemaker didn’t know how much more he could take. Sure, he had a good pain tolerance though he couldn’t say the same for the leaking dick between his legs, impatiently begging for release at every rub.

“Fucking whore.” You sneered, raising your hand one last time and delivering the finishing blow.

SLAP

Receiving that last smack to his ass, that all the bully needed, muscled framed seizing up and cumming hard with a loud curse. Hot ropes of cum came spurting out right out of his cock, staining you both all at once, splattering down onto the park bench and landing pathetically at your feet.

Holy shit, did he just fucking cum from that, from getting his ass spanked?

“Nevermind.” You mumbled, stunned. Half-shocked and half-amused. “That apology will do, Whitney.”

Looks like you’ll have to do a bit of laundry once you get home.. - - - Whitney’s dominance | + + Lust? | + Arousal?

[jedi-enthusiast]

Ngl this is gonna seem so backwards, but I actually find it very soothing to base the actions/attitudes/opinions of the general public of the galaxy in my fics on anti-Jedi fans. Mostly because I then get to use that to give a deeper look into the Order's humanity, as well as to explore how deeply fucked up their opinions on the Jedi are.

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Do I think the actual, canon, general populous of the galaxy think the Jedi deserve to die in the war and/or get enslaved- (either because they should've stayed out of it or they didn't do enough)? No.

But have I seen anti-Jedi people express that opinion and opinions similar? Yes.

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Do I think the actual, canon, general populous of the galaxy turned their noses up at the Jedi's Master & Padawan relationships and viewed them as cold or uncaring because they didn't call each other by traditional familial terms? No.

But have I seen anti-Jedi people express that opinion? Yes.

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Do I think the actual, canon, general populous of the galaxy thought the Jedi were horrible and cruel people simply because they had rules against marriage and putting the people you care about over the rest of the galaxy, and that they needed a massive reform or else deserved whatever awful things happened to them? No.

But have I seen anti-Jedi people express that opinion? Yes.

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Do I think the actual, canon, general populous of the galaxy either treated the Jedi coldly or like utter shit---even when the Jedi saved or helped them---and, when they did like a Jedi, they said they must be "one of the good ones?" No.

But have I seen anti-Jedi people talk complete and utter shit about the Jedi and the Order as a whole, but when they like a Jedi or two they say that "they were the 'good' Jedi and the rest of the Order should've been like them?" Yes.

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It's just very cathartic to take those opinions out of the vacuum of anti-Jedi tumblr, where everything the Jedi do is taken out of context, and put it back into context---and then frame those opinions as they really are instead of holding them up on some righteous moral high-horse.

It's like...anti-Jedi fans always forget that, in the context of what they're talking about, those people were...people.

We see them smile, and cry, and crack jokes, and get annoyed, and make friends. We see them tease each other, and care for each other, and help each other. We see them make mistakes, and learn from those mistakes, and learn, and grow. We see their rich culture, and their little traditions, and their beliefs, and their genuine want---need---to help people.

We see them just...live.

And these people genuinely think that the Jedi deserved to die just because their lives didn't fit into what they view as "correct."

So yeah, I just find it nice to be able to set things straight, even if it's just in my own small corner of the internet.

[hyunsvngs]

ot8 reaction to reader getting a clit piercing as a suprise for them !🦄

chan - oh he’s a little intimidated at first. he’s scared to touch your clit even when it’s healed because he doesn’t wanna hurt you!! you have to grab his hand and put it on your clit for him to actually be like damn, okay. but when he sees how easy it makes you cum… oh boy. he’s addicted to it then. he just needed a lil persuading <3

minho - he’d be all “oh… you’re dirty, huh?” with a sexy little smirk. instantly wants to get his mouth on it and you have to explain to him it needs time to heal!!! that’s okay, he’ll be knocking on your door at midnight eight weeks from now with a brand new vibrator and a box full of condoms. he’s so not messing around.

changbin - he so thinks its absolutely beautiful. a bit of jewellery to make binnie’s baby all glittery?? OH YES! he’s taking you out to pick so many new bars for it, he does not care about the cost!! treats it like a new fucking pet ngl, dressing it up and shit. he thinks its adorable seeing it glint on your pussy like that <3

hyunjin - he probably went with you and got a matching cock piercing ngl. this is veryyyy cliche but i think he’d love to draw your pussy with it in too… it’d just look so pretty in charcoal yk? wants you to get matching jewellery FOREVER if you did get the matching piercings lmfao he thinks its ever so cute

jisung - are you kidding me? that’s so out of his wet dreams. his jaw is dropping the second he sees it and he wants to touch it so bad but he KNOWS he’ll hurt you if it’s not healed. longest 8 weeks of his life fr. he’s aching and walking around with boners 24/7 just thinking about it. when you finally let him touch it, you best believe he’s swirling his tongue around the damn thing like it’s a lollipop

felix - oh baby’s in complete and utter shock. like YOU’RE THAT BADASS? .. damn. he’s in awe of you. he wishes he could be that bold fr. and maybe that’s what leads him to feel like it is actually … quite sexy. wants you to femdom him more than ever before

seungmin - he probably just looks and is like “oh, word? when can i touch it?” like trying to act all casual but in reality… this is gonna be plaguing his dreams for a long while. he has to reposition his pants every single time he’s around you until it’s healed because fuck you got that done… that’s so hot. he feels like a teenager again and almost busts immediately when you have sex for the first time after getting it done

jeongin - i think this is something he’d so be into argue with the wall. he’d love to rub his thumb over it while you’re riding him, and he’d love it even more if it made you more sensitive/more susceptible to squirting all over his cock.. he’d love to play with it just to wind you up too!! he knows it’s the key to your orgasms at that point

[okiidokii]

Obligotry Once-a-Month art post, and here's the main five designs lol.

I'm hella busy right now and I already barely had time to draw the Lagoona and Cleo designs, I then realized I had some problems with my first take on the big three so I redesigned them. I'll make bios for Lagoona and Cleo (as well as Ghoulia and Spectra, who are supposed to be part of this "Wave 1" lineup), but just unshaded full-bodies for now.

edit: Individual artworks cause the main image is blurry as shit 😭

Tangent under the Cut!

I made some little changes for Frankie ( I now realize I didn't even complete the pattern of the leg warmers, but ngl I'm vibing with the asymmetry). I just thought their design was too busy to work for a doll. Not that I am planning on making these designs into dolls, but that was my mindset when designing them. The excessive patterns, while looking cool to me, might seem off-putting to see on shelves so I toned it down a bit. Also removed some layers of clothes cause LOL there is NO way Mattel would ever put that many layers on a playline doll. Also changed the shoes, kinda rushed the first ones I designed I didn't like them at all. I feel these one fit my direction for Frankie a lot more.

Cleo was very inspired by Mcbling era of 2000s fashion. I like G1 Cleo a lot, but I think she was of the main dolls who didn't really have a clear fashion style attached to her, just wearing Egyptian motifs. Which don't get me wrong, looked really good at times, but I feel a lot more could be done with her. I associate the Mcbling era with extreme consumerism and hyper-femininity, and like... if that's not Cleo. Gave Cleo hazy eyes, jaundice, and generally ashy skin so she looks especially dead looking.

I didn't really have that much beef with my Clawdeen design as much as I had beef with her drawing. Like it looked SO bad compared to the rest. I actually sat my as down and drew her braids this time. I also changed her bra-mesh shirt cause 1.) again, Mattel will never put that many layers on a playline doll 2.)IDK maybe I'm a prude but perhaps it was too much for a 15 year old?

Lagoona was really a case of having my cake (making her Australian) and eating it too (making her a WOC). My Lagoona Blue is a Yawk-Yawk, a sea creature with sea-weed hair from the Bininj indigenous people of Australia. I wanted to connect her to an actual sea creature because honestly G1 half-sea nymph thing was vague as hell, and G3 is giving us literally nothing.I'd like to imagine the seaweed being a plastic mold at the back of her neck, like Viperine snakes. A lot of redesigns of Lagoona tend to go for streetwear or sport-leisure, but I went for beach fashion cause I liked the vibes. To compensate for the utter mainstreamness of her fashion, I tried to give her weird makeup.

Drac changed significantly because she was the only one whose design I outright disliked, at least for a hypothetical core doll. I removed the pink streaks cause I thought while it might look cool as a drawing, it might look garish on a doll (that and It'd be difficult to root with a machine). Still think the design might be a hassle to translate to doll form (the skirt is WAY too much), so I might have to revise it, again. But I like this direction much more.

[glasswingowl]

EP 4 PREMIERE LETS GOO (SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT)

Uzi's wing backpack is really cute! hope it's not foreshadowing anything :)

YES KHAN BE EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE AND TRUST YOUR DAUGHTER WITH HER OWN FUTURE! I KNOW I KEPT SHIT TALKING YOU BUT I ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT ONE DAY YOU WOULDN'T ROYALLY SCREW UP EVERYTHING

also was Nori the one initially obsessed with doors? and doll's dad. he was in the photo too, but then again, so was khan. Was he infected or not? if he has an id card, i didn't see it

does. does no one know who uzi is?? she literally exploded a gun in the middle of class that isn't something you'd easily forget. i mean i guess no one would really "know" her considering her complete and utter lack of friends up until now

N AND V AS CAMP COUNSELORS HAHAHAHA OH THIS IS GOING TO GO GREAT I CAN ALREADY TELL

all the other drones immediately fawning over N and V lmao.

ooh uzi's got a much better grasp of her powers now. someone's been practicing

LMAO THEY EXPLICITLY SAID "THERE WERE NO DOGS ON COPPER 9 WHEN EVERYTHING WENT TO SHIT ALSO DOGS ARE IMMORTAL NOW"

oh N and V playing nice with the workers is really cute (also lizzy gets to sit with V!)

(also was i not paying attention or did thad just straight up disappear halfway through the episode)

V's being weird and cryptic again... also girl you know you're bluffing stop pretending you can just get rid of Uzi without consequences.

is uzi... resentful? is she upset that two literal murderers are able to make friends easier than her? poor girl.

oh hey doll. we thought you were dead (and you might still be idk what your fucking deal is anymore)

the killing/not killing the bug symbolism carries over to this episode too.

this bug can communicate! and we know for sure that it's connected to the solvers now!

it called her 002. it thinks she's nori. Were the inital test subjects registered, but not their children? would doll scan as yeva's number? (can't remember it off the top of my head)

oh she just turned that arrow into flesh. oh dear god it's alive. i never thought i say this, but i'm with uzi's classmates on this one what the fuck was that

"i live in the woods now!" ah yes that'll solve everything great job

oh uzi :( so this is why doll had such a large supply of oil on hand. good thing she had the stomach to drink it

(ok yeah thad's not with the group anymore where did he fuck off to)

YES N STAND UP TO V. DEMAND ANSWERS.

"she's a kid, like us V!" ... ok how old are they actually i want to know. "like us" implies similar age range at least and they kind of hinted at Uzi being 18-20 with the prom posters but i wish they'd just TELL us in canon or word of god it on twitter or something

LIZZY-

I thought rebecca's bf was Brad? did they break up? quick rebound time damn

oh doesn't matter they're gonna fucking die

JCjenson made a tape about "zombie drones". what did they know.

Flashback images: Tessa (looking VERY drone like), a severed hand hanging from a chandelier, and an explosion (that looks VERY solver-esque.)

oh shit's going downhill very quickly.

OH DEAR GOD. REBECCA. sorry Rebecca enjoyers that's an L for you guys.

OH. OH NO UZI. SHE'S GOT MURDER DRONE POWERS AND SOLVER POWERS YOU GUYS ARE FUCKED.

"Killing her, not saving you." it can be both V it's ok

did. did V just call her CYN? DID V JUST CALL HER CYN????

V GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF

oh her tail's got teeth. no nanites though...

ngl N's pretty much the best person who could've possibly shown up at that moment

her wing joints are human arm skeletons. nope. don't like that.

ohh N is just the sweetest. very emotionally aware too

V what are you smiling at. V is there something you want to tell us

i know we were all joking about V x Lizzy but i'm not sure it's a joke anymore

i'm not going to ask how riding the bus like a stagecoach works

V taking blame for the murders? aww you do care <3

is n scared of his connection to uzi? worried that he might be dangerous to her? or is he secretly scared of her but not willing to leave his first real friend?

( i know i've mentioned this three times now but thad's not on the bus. where did he go. did he just decide fuck this i'm not dying here and walk home?)

[chicken-fifi]

G-Dragon (Big Bang) Drabble - Degradation (NSFW)

Description: You're his little slut

Warnings: smut, degradation, name calling, cream pie, filth(?), idk what else to put here since i've never written anything like this before...ngl i think i wrote the cringiest shit ever and i don't think i'm even remotely close to getting the hang of this

Word Count: 486 words

Jiyong pulled you close to him, pressing your back against his bare chest. His hands roamed your front, groping and squeezing your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. A hum rumbled through his chest as he took note of hardening nipples.

“You like this don’t you,” he uttered. “Being manhandled like the little whore you are.”

An involuntary groan left your throat as you pulled a hand from his grip, moving it to the edge of your shirt and lifting it up, your hand going to your core and beginning to rub it as best as you could before his hand ripped it away. His own replacing it and beginning to rub at a much faster and harsher than you were. 

He stopped briefly, hands ripping your shirt in two leaving you completely naked. Your nipples peaked instantly. Jiyong’s left hand went up to your throat pressing against it firmly, his mouth next to your ear, nibbling on it.

“Tell me what you want little slut,” he whispered, teeth taking your lobe between them. “Be a good little slut and tell me.”

You mumbled out something unintelligibly, hand reaching and grabbing his bare length. You pumped him as best as you could in your position.

“Use your words baby, use your words.”

“You. I want you,” you moaned out.

In the blink of an eye Jiyong flipped you on your back, spreading your legs as wide as they could go before thrusting himself into you in one go. Your back arched off the living room floor. He didn't give you a second to adjust before he pulled out, leaving just the head of his cock  inside and plummeting back in. His eyes trained on the way your chest jiggled as he pistoned in and out of you at his quick pace. Sinful moans slipped past your lips, his thumb pulled your bottom lip down briefly, his frame bending over kissing you passionately. As he pulled away he took your bottom lip between his teeth.

His hips continued moving without a fault as he placed his hands on your chest toying with your nipples. Your moans kept getting louder and louder, hands moving to his wrist pushing them away from your chest and down towards your clit. A smirk spread across his face as he moved his hands and pressed his fingers against you, quickly beginning to toy with your nub. 

“Come for me slut,” he grunted out.

His words sent you over the edge as his fingers sped up as did his thrusts. A wave hit you as you came, Jiyong’s hips sputtering to a stop as he too reached his own climax. He quickly pulled out watching with keen eyes as his seed dripped out of your hole. His fingers scooped it up, shoving it back inside of you.

“Don’t let a drop slip out my little Cum Dump. Not a single drop.”

Tagging: @iamthecabbage@confusedchildsstuff@multistan-kpopfanfics @elf-bot if you would like to be tagged and aren't please let me know!

[acceptedmyself]

Hey all. Those that are left anyway. Long time no see.

I have been doing alright, but I’ve also been extremely busy as of late. For good reasons, mind you. I am now doing what I love for a living, and though I recently went through a breakup, I have never felt more happy to put myself out there and live my life to the fullest. I feel really grateful for everything I could achieve in these past year.

(Also I might have gotten slightly addicted to FFXIV so there’s also that.)

So, now, for the stuff that’s a bit less nice: As you probably guessed by this year of utter silence, I don’t think I will be ever returning to this blog.

It really pains me to say this because Genji is still a character I love, and I have genuinely enjoyed writing him for all these years; not to mention I got some amazing stories going on here, and I am grateful I got to meet all of you. Nothing will ever change that.

But the fact is, I am now completely emotionally divorced from Overwatch as a series. In huge part because I do not think the people it belongs to deserve devoted fans like us. The various sexual harassment incidents at Activision were already a thing that made me refuse to continue actively engaging with their products. And then, them killing the first game for a pseudo-sequel that did not deliver anything it announced and only forced the whole thing into adopting a somehow even more predatory business model was just the straw that broke the camel’s back for me.

Now, playing the game and writing collaborative fanfic is two different things for sure. I would gladly reclaim Genji as my own and keep interacting with you all here. But at this point, the lore of the series is such a muddied mess of permanent retcons, nonsensical storylines, and shallow newer characters that I don’t see myself ever wanting to try and engage with it ever again. And, well, that’s kind of a problem to write a world with other people.

Ngl, we all knew it’d be bad when Michael and Jeff jumped ship, we just didn’t think they would fuck it up that badly. (In hindsight, though, this is the WoW people. Of course they were gonna fuck it up.)

The addition of a character as fascinating and attractive as Ramattra might have changed my mind last year, but that’s a siren’s song I’m willing to ignore because there’s no saving the dumpster fire that the franchise in its entirety has become in my eyes. OW2 signed a death warrant for a game that helped me recover from a pretty dark time in my life, and that is heartbreaking to say the least. I highly doubt they will prove me wrong anytime soon. I feel like I’ve waited long enough for them to pull their shit together.

So, with this here post, I’m just officially announcing I’m retiring from this RPC. You can hit me up on my main if you wish to stay in touch.

Thank you all for sticking with me for so long. I wish you all the love and success in the world.

Arz

「 ありがとう、そしてさらばだ 」

[flightlessangelwings]

Hey, Jey! 😽 I'm here for the Sleepover Saturday.

After looking over the list, I want to talk about a really weird dream I keep having and it's got me questioning my own brain, today especially 🤣. (I have lots of weird dreams, but this one's the most recent).

I have recurring dreams quite often and one of the recurring dreams that I am having lately is where I work, which is in a kitchen, looks very different. It's like the place got an upgrade and I'm ngl, it looks really good too hahaha, but there's always at least 10/15 people working there, which is bizarre because there's only five of us in real life. It gets weirder, just wait.

My family and friends are there at work with me for some strange reason and its busy as hell too. None of us can keep up with the flow of orders and everyone is panicking while I'm just standing by, watching it all unfold. Something else worth noting is that sometimes the lights are off and I'm literally standing in the dark at work. 😂

However, the reason I wanted to talk about this particular recurring dream is because I had a nap this afternoon right before work and I had this dream again, but something different happened. I go to work, see that the place has got an upgrade, and my boss is there waiting for me with a smile on her face, as if she was excited to hear my reactions to how everything looks, but I instead tell her, "This is going to sound crazy and you'll not believe me, but I've actually dreamed about this."

Shit. The last thing I remember before waking up was my bosses face dropping with complete utter disbelief and honestly, it left me feeling spooked. But that's not all. When I actually went work tonight, it was really hectic. We couldn't keep up with the flow of orders. My co-workers were panicking, food was two hours late, we ran out of stuff too. It was just a sudden rush that didn't stop. 🤣

Did I piss off the dream keepers or something? Are they punishing me? Lmao! Well, that's what I wanted to chat about and to ask if you have any weird dreams as well? 😊

Ooo talking dreams is always fun!

I dream about work too all the time! Usually for me when I dream about work it means I’ve been working too much and need a break. Cause mine get like yours: things are super busy and it’s overwhelming and things are wrong and shit like that!

But the part where you said you’ve dreamed about that before in your dream is wild!!! It’s almost like your mind knows lol!!! And then that feeling of deja vu from a dream is always a funny feeling and it feels kinda haunting in a way, like it lingers in your mind.

Thanks for the ask, Chloe!! 💖💖

[hangmanshoney]

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I tagged 659 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#the hoco one was a little tricky since her last scene is the 'what the fuck' one but she's blurry af so i had to choose a different scene...

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay so I’m a literal bag of emotions rn and tumblr is my unfortunate sounding board, so ima get all this out in one and then ima shut up & go back to just reblogging others until I can control myself again😂 okay? okay. Buckle up.

I know Fire can be heartbreaking & unexpected but that ending was just evil and purely-for-shock value-cruel. Like I know killing off characters for advancement is nothing new here but the way they did that was just so mean to me - I am literally still shaking about it.

And PD?! I cannot believe they think that episode (no matter how incredible the acting) comes anywhere close to the ending / write off that Jesse deserves after dedicating himself for the last 9 - ALMOST 10 - WHOLE SEASONS to this show! And as for that giving justice to his character, show me WHERE?! Because all I saw was so many ooc choices, all to get out of a shitty situation that inevitably led to a complete decimation of years of character development / growth & him being written out in the most confusing af way, as an attempt to keep it even loosely linked to the jay we know and love.

I don’t even know how to feel rn.

I am fuming. Like so, indescribably angry.

But i’m also so proud - of Jesse - of his acting & his hard work & how he’s handled this whole shit show of a situation.

(EDIT - also incredibly proud of hanako’s acting in tonight’s fire ep! If I didn’t already love both Evan & hawkami in general, so much, her performance alone would’ve broken my heart tonight anyway, because my god that girl was good🙌)

And I’m obviously gutted. So completely & utterly devastated.

Honestly do not know if the shows will even sit right with me after this let alone be watchable.

Ima need a minute.

45 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

okay so I know we’re all feeling that chief hawkins is basically the CF writers attempt at a temporary roadblock on the road to getting violet & gallo back together (aka a repeat of granger & sydney on the road to brettsey) , but I’ve come to the annoyingly unsurprising conclusion that im basically in love with him and ngl ima probably throw a fit if they use him suggesting distance from violet as a way to write him out😒😂😩

48 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

#3

Jay running after Hailey running after the suspect?!

If that isn’t THE EPITOME of “I’m going where you go” & “I’d follow you anywhere”?!?!

CANNOT. DEAL.

49 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#2

can we just talk about:

Hailey’s sheepish but knowing “Are we all checking on me now?”

And Jay & Kev’s exchange of looks before a simultaneous “Yes”

!!!!

Like, yes baby, that’s what happens when you scare the crap outta your unit (protective partner slash husband included) by jumping in the river after a car & then barely take a second to breathe or get checked out before you dive into investigating it.

Gonna give your team and the whole fandom a freaking heart attack😩😂

82 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Is it just me, or does this particular chicago wednesday feel like an utter shit show and it’s not even over yet?!

Like i literally feel like I’m watching the entire one Chicago universe implode before my eyes and the writers expect us to be happy about it or at least just move past it & keep watching?!

From that unbearably cruel fire ending to seeing jay turn into the one thing he’s always hated & said he wouldn’t become right before they write him out - I literally cannot think straight besides the sheer heartbroken anger fuelling me rn.

My brain is freaking scrambled and I honestly cannot see how these decisions are gonna get them anything but a loss in fanbase?!

MAKE. IT. MAKE. SENSE.

128 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

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[leviaju]

hey guys i’m finally done all my midterms and quizzes and stuff tomorrow so like,,, gimme some stuff to sketch maybe?

[psychedelic-ink]

chapter 4. chivalry is dead

pairing: tasm!peter parker / fem!reader

genre: romance, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

wordcount: 4.6k

content warnings: graphic depictions of violence, blood, reader suffering from mild dissociation

summary: one night you stop spider-man from almost killing someone, the next day you see your neighbor getting changed into the red and blue suit in the alley.

taglist: @raylan-c , @leydileyla , @kominnfyrirkattarnef , @scandalous-chaos , @kdatthecastle (tell me if you want to be added to the list <3)

a/n: And we are! At the end!! Ngl I'm kinda sad, for some reason I really had a connection to this particular series and been writing it, thinking about it for a while. It really helped me to get out of my comfort zone (which is writing smut) and dabble in new types of writing specifically writing action scenes which was hard-- Anyways, just wanted to thank everyone who supported by reading, liking, reblogging and commenting the story, it truly meant a lot <33

And hey! Just because this is the last chapter it doesn't mean this is "the end". I am going to write an epilogue that contains a bit more spice...if you know what I mean 😏😏😏

I made a playlist for the fic! click here !

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Peter Parker had kissed you.

He had come to your apartment, completely shit-faced, mumbled something about an infinite amount of Peter Parkers and kissed you. You still felt the taste of alcohol lingering on your lips, gently you touch them with the tip of your fingers. He also tasted of strawberries, you wondered why but didn’t put much thought into it. Hugging yourself, you witnessed the state of your living room was currently in, it was a complete and utter mess. Truly, Peter couldn’t have picked a worse time to come over. But lucky you he was probably too drunk to remember your messy-ness. Did it even matter if he did? You hadn’t had a piece of decent sleep since the little debacle you had with him upon the rooftop. You hadn’t left for school nor your part-time job, you basically ceased to exist. The worst part was you had no one to blame for your actions, you could only blame yourself. You were the one to pry into Spider-man’s life, even if by accident, and instead of coming clean your pried and pried and pried, until all hell broke loose.

Sighing, you let your body fall to the couch. You just felt tired. You felt like nothing you did mattered– Whether you tried to help or not, every time you ended up between a hard place and a rock. Now, confusion was added to your list of negative feelings. Did Peter like you now? Just like that? What changed? He hadn’t reached out to you either as Peter Parker or Spider-man. Deep down, way deep, the part that had some type of self-recognition still left, you felt angry. He said all those things, attempted to scare you so you wouldn’t come near him ever again, which had worked even if you hated to admit it. The argument on the rooftop was one of the pivotal moments in your life where you felt true fear. And it wasn’t like you actually thought that he would harm you, no, of course not, but it was human nature to fear what could kill you. The most basic one at that. Peter’s outburst was a harsh slap from reality that you were helpless, and not in the sense that you were weak, in the sense that you couldn’t do what you truly strive for. You just wanted to help.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. Everything was a goddamn mess and you had no idea how to fix it–

A knock on the window cut the silence like a knife.

You froze, muscles tensing immediately at the noise. Slowly, you turned. The knock repeated and you flinched, quickly getting up and grabbing the empty beer bottle Peter had left on the table. A shadow that belonged to the source of the noise was casted upon the tulle curtains and you recognized it instantly, your breath hitching as you got closer. It was the shape of a claw. And just like that a million different scenarios flashed before your eyes, some of them including your own death– Fear formed in your mouth as the taste of bile. Your fingers twitched around the glass bottle as you gently slid the curtain to the side. Otto was patiently waiting on the fire escape, a cigar between his chapped lips. When he noticed you, he smiled, a wide grin that sent chills down your spine.

You only stared, not moving a muscle, and you were sure that in that exact moment you had forgotten how to breathe. Otto rolled his eyes and exaggeratedly gestured you to open the window. Swallowing, you did as he wanted.

“Well hello my dear,” he said, moving closer to you as he raised upon his metal arms. “May I come in?”

You didn’t know how to answer so you only moved out of the way. His metal arms came in first, latching onto the walls as they made your bookshelves fall to the floor. You felt numb, like your soul had left your body. You could only idly watch the destruction of your somewhat nice apartment. When Otto finally came in he looked around, then at you. Scanning as you stood there with your baggy white shirt and black sweatpants. You took a step back. He cackled, his mechanical arms slivering towards you like snakes. One of the claws stopped only an inch away from your face, your breath hitched as fear raked over your entire body. The claw snapped closed and opened again, it made you flinch back. Otto clicked his tongue.

“No need to be afraid, darling,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “I’m just going to borrow you for a bit,”

“Borrow me?” you asked, your legs trembled. “Come on Otto, don’t do this,”

“Tell that to your boyfriend,” he snarled, coming closer. “I’m tired of running from him– The damn spider keeps on following me.”

You gasped as you felt the metal arm wrapping around you, squeezing your flesh as it picked you off of the floor. You tried to move but all your attempts were futile. Otto, telling you to shut up, climbed out of the window, taking you along with him.

The last thing you did was scream Peter’s name.

In contrast to the situation you found yourself in, the wind that blew felt good against your skin. The sun was rising, shades of orange and red decorating the sky, mimicking an oil painting you thought you would never see. Otto stood at the edge of the rooftop, from what you saw, the two of you were on top of one of the many skyscrapers of New York City. The air was clean, at least cleaner than the streets. He had released you, looking towards the horizon, waiting. And you had a pretty good idea who he was waiting for.

But that particular someone was probably passed out, laying on his couch. At home.

You sighed, taking a tentative step closer to him. Two of the arms were latched to the concrete of the building as the other two were moving randomly. Your eyes scanned Otto's back, you could see the chip stuck to his nape, the cause of his insanity. Hopefully. You would hate to see that even a little part of him was similar to Doc Ock.

“He’s not going to come,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “Just let me go, Otto. Please.”

He refused to look at you, his eyes still fixated on the horizon. The orange sky had started to turn blue. He shook his head.

“He’ll come.” he chuckled. “Why do you think I let you scream?”

Your body visibly shivered. The fact that he would use you as bait, to lure Spider-man into, what was probably, a trap. You tore your gaze away from him and started to examine the rooftop. There was nothing in sight. At least there wasn’t anything you could see. Who knows what a mad scientist could come up with?

“What’s your master plan anyways?” you asked.

Otto stilled, rolled his shoulders, then turned his sight to you.

“I’m not going to give you an evil monologue,” he replied and turned his eyes back to gaze upon the city. “Also, I don’t have one.”

Before you could say anything you saw him. Saw him before Otto did. The red and blue. Spider-man.

Soon after you did, Otto's arms reacted, drawing his attention away from the city and onto Peter. Otto’s face twisted into a sly grin, his fingers twitched and you could’ve sworn his eyes became darker.

“There’s our lover boy,” he hummed, then turned to you. “See I told you he would come.”

Why did it sound like he was consoling you?

Peter landed right in front of you, his arms spread out as his gaze was fixated on Otto.

“Are you alright?” he asked. You could hear the fear in his voice.

You were quick to reply.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

He tensed at the question, the muscles of his back straining. Otto had started to move towards you two. Peter moved back, forcing you to do the same. Your pulse escalated.

“And I thought your generation was supposed to be a chivalrous one!” Peter called out to Otto. The octopus only laughed.

“How else was I supposed to lure you into the open?” he stopped moving, his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he snarled. “This is your last warning– Peter– Stay out of this,”

“Why do villains keep saying that?” Peter replied, his tone light and playful. “Do you guys even know what my job description is? Besides, why do you guys always assume you have the upper hand– That’s kind of rude if you ask me,”

“Maybe it’s because you’re a child playing dress-up,”

“Dude, I’m like twenty-two. You should know this–”

“Enough talking!” Otto snapped. “Suffer the consequences!”

His metal arms lunged towards Peter, hence they also lunged towards you.

“Shit,”

The first thing you felt was Peter’s strong arms wrapping around you and the second thing you felt was your back hitting the stone cold floor of the roof. The air was knocked from your lungs, your lips parting with a strained scream. Peter was crouched over you, shielding you from any other attacks that might follow. He lifted his head, those big white lenses searching your face for any discomfort.

“Are you hurt?”

“No,” you said, feeling dissociated from your own body. Your lips moved on their own. “You?”

“I’ll live–”

Something cold clawed its way between the two of you, the metal arm coiled around Peter’s waist and snatched him away. You extend your arms, your eyes wide as you try to grab him.

“Peter!”

“Peter?” he replied, his body hanging upside down as his arms flailed like a fish. “Who’s tha–!”

His question shifted into a shout as Otto started to spin him, Peter’s body bending and curling in a way that a body shouldn’t. You still sat on the ground, watching in horror at how Otto’s arms flung him from side to side like a doll. Otto was the dog while Peter’s the toy, the dog’s teeth sunk into the plush of the toy. All the blood drained from your face, making your skin tingle and feel numb as you watched. After a while Peter managed to break free, jumping and kicking Otto in the face. The older man groaned, blood trickling from his nose as he glared at Peter with murderous intent.

“Just let me help you!” Peter screamed. “I’ll remove the thing-y from your neck and you’ll be good as new!”

“You just don’t--” Otto took a swing at him, Peter dodged. “Understand. How could you? No one can understand my pain,”

Otto swiped at Peter’s feet with his claws and Peter jumped over him, kicking him in the back right before he landed.

“We can go to therapy together!” Peter stilled, scratching his chin from over the mask. “Well, not together together– We’re not a couple. We can book sessions from different therapists and talk about our problems at the same time,”

This time the claw swiped at his head, dangerously close, so close that when you squinted you could see that a bit of Peter’s mask was cut, blood, a shade darker from his suit, trickling down the mask. Their fight continued, but as you drifted into your thoughts they turned into blurred figures. Figments of your imagination. You felt like a stranger to your own body, everything happening around you feeling like a fever dream. You hated how you were struck with fear. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, the noise of it deafening you, the white noise of the city fading into a hum. The two continued to fight, you watched but you couldn't see. The only thing your brain registered was how close they were to the edge.

Then you noticed how Otto had his fingers curled around Peter’s neck, laughing as the claws of his arms snapped open and closed an inch away from Peter’s face. He couldn’t move. A spider trapped by a web that wasn’t his own.

Suddenly you could breathe.

You felt the blood pumping through your veins, the oxygen filling your lungs. Your fingers twitched. You came alive. The city’s noise was back, so was your vision. The sky was now a clear blue, clouds hovering above decorating it with a light shade of white. You slowly got up, stumbling like a newborn as you took a step forward. Then you took another. Neither of them saw you move, Peter trying to pry himself out of Otto’s arms as Otto focused on keeping the spider still.

Your slow walk turned into a fast one, then it shifted into a small jog, then a full on run.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you ran, your feet gliding across the floor as if it was made of ice. Then, only a step away from Otto, you jumped. Wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his thick waist. You let all of your weight fall back, pulling him down with you as you groaned. Otto shouted, his hands trying to peel your limbs off of him. You continued to pull him, until his body leaned back and let go of Peter. Sliding your hands up, you block his sight. It was like riding a mechanical bull, your muscles screamed at you as you mentally begged them not to let go.

Your legs and arms started to slide, your grip around him loosening, but before what you feared happened, Peter appeared right next to you. Ripping the microchip out of Otto’s nape. The man screamed, his mechanical as well as organic arms flailing mad. You let go, falling back and landing on your bottom as Otto walked backwards, finally collapsing on the floor. Worried, you glance at him and are visibly relieved when you notice his chest subtly rising up and down. Then your eyes searched for Peter, he stood at the edge of the roof, his back turned to the city.

A smile graced your lips, it was over, it was finally over.

At least that was what you thought.

Peter started to rock from side to side, losing his footing as he desperately tried to stay upright. Your eyes widened and your lips part with his name, the world fell into slow motion. He was falling back, your breath hitched as you quickly scrambled up. Stumbling as you jolted forward. Your fingers grazed against the rough surface of the floor, desperation in your steps, you couldn’t manage to properly run. Peter was falling. The side of his mask was ripped open and you saw half of a smile.

“Peter!”

You almost tripped as you jumped forward, your hands barely grabbing his but as soon as you did, you knew you would never let go. His body dangled at the side of the roof as you desperately tried to pull him up, your feet pressed against the stone railing. Your muscles screamed but it was working, slowly, yet surely, you managed to drag him back up.

His body laid unconscious on the floor, your eyes scanned him with panic. Unbeknownst to you, Otto had managed to cut him pretty severely right across his chest. Your lips trembled, your eyes stinging as you saw how much blood was gushing out. As tears flowed down your face, you pressed the wound together– Your stomach churned as the warmth of his blood got all over your hands. The stickiness, the smell, it made you nauseous.

“Peter,” you sobbed, it felt like someone was squeezing your heart. “Peter, please don’t die– Please, you– I love you. You can’t leave me, you just– The world needs you, the world needs Peter Parker. I need Peter Parker. Oh god,”

The words died in your throat. Hunching, you pressed your forehead against his, his skin was so cold. So goddamn cold. His name continued to fall from your lips and all you could think in that moment was the things you couldn’t say to him. The memories that you wouldn’t share. A world without him was a world you didn’t wish to live in. You whispered his name once more, your bloody fingers still pushing his wound together in hopes to slow down the bleeding.

“It looks like I came just in time,”

You jumped at the voice, your head turning immediately. A woman with white hair stood right behind you, she was wearing a skintight black suit with a mask that matched the color of her outfit. Your vision was still blurred so you couldn’t really see the details of her face, tears slid down your face and dropped to Peter’s body.

“Please,” you begged. “Help him, he’s…He’s going to die–”

The woman crouched next to you, her demeanor now more serious than before. She clicked her tongue. Now that she was up close you could recognize her, at least your brain registered a name; Black Cat.

“Damn, that octopus really got the best of him,” she rummaged through her belt and pulled a roll of bandages. “We’ll just wrap him up as good as we can and take him to the hospital as Peter Parker, alright?”

You sniffled and her blue eyes found yours. She smiled and placed a kind hand on your shoulder, she tilted her head to the side.

“Don’t worry he’s going to be fine. It takes a lot more do defeat Spider-man– Plus he has super healing,”

You slowly nodded, quickly wiping your eyes as hope filled your chest.

“Alright, just tell me what to do.”

It’s been two days since you and Felicia brought Peter to the hospital.

The Black Cat had introduced herself right after you two bandaged him as the best you could. Apparently Felicia already knew who you were so she thought it would be fair if you knew who she was too. After admitting him to the hospital the doctors said he was wounded pretty badly but would be fine. Peter was unconscious ever since, it was hard to look at him with all the tubes and whatnot inserted in his body. Felicia had called aunt May, disclosing to her what had happened. At least, disclosing a version which Spider-man wasn’t involved in. The cops had come and took Otto away, so pretty much everything had returned to normal.

You never left Peter’s side, sleeping and basically living at the hospital as you read him a book aunt May had brought. Your heart went out to her, poor May, she was so worried and probably has been worried ever since uncle Ben passed away. She didn’t say anything about Peter being Spider-man, but you had a hunch that she knew.

Aunt May sat with you as you read Peter another chapter of a science book that he supposedly enjoyed. At least that was what May had said. Taking in deep breath you closed the book, placing it aside as you scrolled your phone to open spotify. Without even thinking you opened the soundtrack to Interstellar, he seemed to enjoy it. Last time you played it his fingers twitched, so you assumed that was a good sign.

“You should go home, you know?” Aunt May spoke softly, she was knitting a scarf. “You need rest too.”

You gazed at Peter, he looked so pale. Paler than he’s ever been. You shook your head.

“No, I… I don’t want to leave him alone,” your lips were chapped.

Aunt May chuckled, “What am I? A decoration?”

A smile tugged at your lips and you finally turned your gaze to her. When your eyes locked on to each other you realized how kind her eyes were.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you sighed, your smile wavering. “It’s just, I was so scared I was going to lose him. I have so much I want to tell him, so much I want to confess. He saved me–” then you quickly add. “Metaphorically speaking, of course.”

Aunt May elegantly raised her eyebrow, “Of course,” she repeated. “I understand where you’re coming from but he’s still resting, and wouldn’t you want to have that conversation with a clear head?”

“I guess…”

“Then go,” she shooed you with her hands. “I promise that if he wakes up I’ll tell him you were waiting until I kicked you out.”

You smiled, nodding.

“Alright then, as long as you tell him that it was you who forced me out–”

“I promise sweetie, now go and rest.”

You were pleasantly surprised to see that Peter was up, chatting away with aunt May. Smiling, you knocked gently on the glass door as you peeked inside. Peter seemed flustered to see you, quickly looking away when you came eye to eye. Meanwhile, aunt May greeted you with a kind smile.

“Welcome back dear,” then she raised her hand as if she was swearing on the bible. “As promised I told him I kicked you out, so I kept my promise.”

You walked inside and placed your bag on the floor as you stood an inch away from Peter’s bed. His hand was resting on his stomach and without even thinking, you placed your hand on top of his. Peter was surprised but despite that he let his fingers intertwine with yours.

“Thank you May,” you replied and turned to Peter. “How do you feel?”

“Good, well better at least.” he met your gaze. “You didn’t have to wait for me but… thank you,”

“Of course,”

You wanted to say more but it felt like your capability to talk had deserted you completely. He smiled and you smiled back, standing awkwardly as you bit the inside of your cheek. Aunt May seemed highly amused by all of this.

“How about I leave you two to talk,” she quickly gave Peter a peck on the cheek and grabbed her bag. “I needed to get coffee anyway.”

With that she left, closing the door behind her.

Silence followed her departure. Neither of you knew what to do or to say, you stood awkwardly at the side of his bed and Peter tapped his thumb against your hand.

“You can sit if you want to,” Peter broke the silence, chuckling nervously. Then much to your surprise he scooched to the side, making room for you. “Here, you can sit next to me.”

You smiled, “Thanks.”

Sitting next to him, you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered when your shoulders touched. You had so much you wanted to say, yet you couldn’t form the words. You decided to start your speech with that. Good old honesty, the thing you probably should’ve done from the beginning.

“I have so much I want to say,” you began, your gaze lowered to your hands. “I guess I should thank you first, for saving me– Or maybe I should apologize first? I truly am lost.”

Peter laughed, his body rumbling with the sound, “I’m pretty sure you saved me.” he replied, his laughter dying down to a chuckle. “Besides you were the first one to save me, don’t you remember?”

You turned your gaze to him and tilted your head, asking him to continue with your eyes.

“The day you stopped me– Well, stopped Spider-man from…” he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “From…killing that burglar. That was the first time you saved me, you saved me from myself.”

Memories of that night flashed before your eyes. You remembered his anger not towards the burglar but to the world. You shook your head.

“I’m sure you would’ve stopped. But I'd be glad if I helped, even a little.”

“You did,”

It felt like he wanted to say more. His eyes went dark, his mind wandering elsewhere. You decided not to ask about it, the sudden tense atmosphere lingered in the air.

“I didn’t mean anything I said,” Peter began again. “On the rooftop. I…said really cruel things to you. I didn’t mean any of it, well I did mean some of it, risking yourself like that was reckless but I had no idea what else to do other than– Other than to–”

A smile tugged at your lips and you squeezed his hand, you were glad you could feel the warmth of flesh.

“It’s alright Peter, I don’t blame you and I think deep down I needed it.”

“I could’ve been nicer.”

“After the pain you’ve been through… I can’t blame you for doing the extreme.”

Peter stilled for a moment, then he sighed and let his head fall back against the headboard.

“You mean Gwen,” he said as if he was affirming to himself that that was what you were talking about. You nodded. “Did I tell you? When I was…drunk?”

“No, Otto did. Well he didn’t give me details, he just told me that she passed away and I kind of put two and two together,”

He nodded, “Smart.” he let out a shaky breath. “Gwen was…I’m not going to lie, she was special to me and I don’t think I can ever stop loving her.”

The sentence cut deep into your heart. All the things you wanted to say, all of it, died in your throat. You swallowed as your palms started to sweat. He must’ve felt it because his grip around your fingers tightened, your face burned and you bit the inside of your cheek. Your heart beated in your throat, your stomach churning as you waited for him to speak.

“All of that said, I can’t really deny what I’ve felt these past couple of weeks– What I still feel, towards you. When I was trapped in darkness it was only you that I could see…I–” he chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not sure how to explain it and I don’t think I want to, but I would like to start over. Maybe I could take you on an actual date, If I can?”

Peter’s words lingered in the air, the tense atmosphere from before dissolving into something warm. What he’d said had started to sink in, you understood that he, both as Peter Parker and Spider-man, had a lot to deal with. Both emotionally and physically. He had suffered through a lot and something he just couldn’t let go of but that only seemed reasonable to you. The things Peter had been through weren’t easy things that one could get over by having a self care day and the pain just never stopped. A soft smile tugged at your lips and the wings of butterflies started to tickle the inside of your stomach, you accepted that. You accepted every part of him and he accepted every part of you, all the flaws, all the wrong doings.

You wanted to puff up your chest and face all that life had to offer, alongside him.

“I would love that,” you replied as you slowly began to move. “If your schedule is a bit too tightly packed, I’m just a knock away.”

Peter chuckled, “And people say chivalry is dead.”

“Not with us, never with us.”

Under Peter’s curiously lit gaze, you climbed on top of him. Your legs straddling his waist as you leaned down. A smile of mischief and amusement spread across his face, your breath hitched when your lips were only an inch away from his. You licked your lips, your eyes traveling between his soft brown eyes and pink lips.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” he teased. “Or are you gonna kiss me?”

You smiled, finally leaning in and closing the distance.

The future already seemed a little bit brighter.

A/N: to be notified of future work follow @burnthoneymintsathenaeum​ and turn on notifications✨

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

🎰🍷dancing with him at a ball🍷🎰

🍷☾︎𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☽︎🍷

Art by: Inozuart

Go and check out their speed paint they did of this beautiful art on youtube!

🍷☾︎𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲🍷

𝐀/𝐍: Highkey simping over the TNT duo right now, ngl. Quackity is just getting better and better- Definitely gonna do these prompts with Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy. I just think that it would be really cute to dance with them at a ball lol

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                             ☠︎︎☾︎ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇʙᴜʀ☽︎☠︎︎

To say it was strange to see Wilbur Soot standing near a bar and drinking a glass full of blood-red wine would be a complete understatement.

(Y/n) had never spoken to him fully before, they more so made a lot of conversation they could build off of but neither decided to go through with it. (Y/n) hung around Alex, George, Sapnap and Karl more so than the rest of the SMP.

Hence why she was forced to go to this god forbidden ball.

She sat at a stool near the corner of the huge ballroom, her body wrapped in a tight and mildly uncomfortable maroon coloured dress.

'End me.' She thought mindlessly as she took another large swig of tequila, watching everyone dance around and laugh with eachother.

George, Sapnap and Karl weren't invited to the ball, she noted.

She had heard that they weren't on good terms with Quackity as of late, and he was the one who threw this ball.

She may have been lonely at this ball, but she felt as though eyes were on her at all times. It was weird. Very weird.

Every once in a while, her eyes would land on Wilbur's tall form. He seemed lonely as well, a bored and unamused expression on his stitched face.

His eyes were kept still on Tommy who was dancing around with Tubbo and Ranboo, who both had large grins on their faces.

(Y/n) found it cute that even after dying and coming back, Wilbur still held a sort of fondness towards Tommy.

She doesn't blame him, Tommy was a good kid.

A kid that's been through too much.

The girl frowned deeply and took another shot of tequila. And just like that, the eyes were on her again. Her eyes shot from her tequila that she was swirling to Wilbur, eyes widening slightly when they met with his harsh brown eyes.

He kept eye contact, eyebrows raising slightly at her in interest before he sent her a small smile, a fake one. (Y/n) could tell it was fake from a mile away. It was one of those smiles that you give strangers as they walk passed you on a sidewalk.

Huffing out a condescending chuckle, the girl rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, drinking the last of her tequila and went back to watching everyone dance.

The action clearly stirred more curosity within him, because all of a sudden he felt himself walk over to her with a wine bottle in hand and two wine glasses in the other.

(Y/n) was snapped from her daze when she heard someone clear their throat from beside her. Her head snapped up and met with his dead-cold eyes again.

There was silence before she spoke up, her tone sharp yet inviting," Can I help you, sir?" She spoke mockingly, eyebrow raised.

Eyes swirling with amusment, the man tilted his head to the side, his white tuft of hair following with the motion along with the rest of his curly, brown locks." Mind if I sit here, ma'am?" He replied with a smiliar mocking undertone to his voice.

Clicking her tongue a little, she nodded her head to the chair on her left lazily," Knock yourself out." She droned out, frowning at the sight of her empty glass.

She was too lazy to go to the bar.

'Guess I'll die.' She thought.

"You a wine girl?" Wilbur hummed out curiously, hoping to God she'd say yes otherwise he brought another glass over for no reason and probably looked like a dumbass now-

"I'm an,' anything with alcohol in it' kind of girl." She reassured him.

'Thank fuck.' He hid his relief with sly smile," Ah, a woman after my own heart." He flirted, pouring out a glass of wine for both her and him.

She 'tched' and took the glass," You have a heart? Pfft." She grumbled, taking a long sip of the wine. The wine burned at the back of her throat before bursting into a wonderful grape flavour mixed with cherry." Mm.. Good wine."

"Very good wine." Wilbur nodded in agreement, a content look on his face.

A comfortble silence sat between them and they both decided to enjoy their wine in peace.

(Y/n) watched as Eret and Fundy joined in with Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. They looked like good friends dancing together. Reminded the girl of how her friendship was with George, Sapnap, Karl and Alex.

Now? It's just her.

She tried to keep the friendship from falling apart, but then Kinoko Kingdom happened and everything went to utter shit.

Las Nevadas, it was wonderful. Paradise. But it wasn't for (Y/n).

So when Quackity had asked if she wanted to join him, she refused respectfully but still said she was willing to help him with whatever he needed at all.

He was flattered, but disappointed at how she had decided against joining Las Nevadas.

She always wonders how her life would've turned out if she had accepted the invite.

"You want to dance?" The question was sudden.

When she looked up at him to see if he was joking, she was surprised to see how serious yet calm his expression was.

Raising an eyebrow, she swirled the wine in her glass and crossed her legs over one another," I'm not very good at dancing."

"And you think I am?"

She gave him a confused look," Aren't you? You look like the kinda guy that would be brilliant at ballroom dancing." She hummed out.

He chuckled raspily, eyes soft," I'm flattered, but trust me, I'm no better at dancing than Tommy." He assured her.

She looked him up and down, unconvinced before she sighed a little, giving in. She was too tired to argue at this point.

She stood up from her chair abruptly, even surprising Wilbur at the fact she had agreed. Giving him a stern yet soft look, she nodded," Let's dance then, Frankenstein."

Then she made her way to the dance floor, making Wilbur scramble from his chair with an eager grin.

They stood facing eachother before Wilbur held his hand to her, a grin tilting onto his lips," May I compliment you on your appearance this evening? You are among the brightest of flowers." He spoke with suave.

The girl blushed and she took his hand quickly, squeezing it a little." No need to flatter me, Wilbur. I am very well aware my dress is rather ugly this evening." She grumbled out grouchily.

He stared directly into her eyes,"Your dress? I hadn't noticed it." He said smoothly, his eyes never left hers," I'm sure it looks amazing on you."

The music began, saving (Y/n) from having to answer. The hand on her waist was firm and soft, almost like it was keeping her safe.

They stepped in line with eachother, (Y/n) messed up every once in a while and managed to step on her own feet and Wilbur's the first couple of minutes before she finally got into the swing of things.

Glaring up at him, she pouted," You liar."

He grinned cheekily at her," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about."

" Whatever you say, Mr. I'm worse than Tommy at dancing." She rolled her eyes.

"I never said I was worse than him. Honestly, anyone can be better than him at dancing. Let's face it."

For the first time that whole night, a small and genuine smile broke out across the girl's lips. Wilbur was enamoured by how her whole face lit up just by the slight tilt of her lips.

She looked beautiful.

"Leave Tommy alone, the kid tries his best." She smiled out.

"He does." He nodded earnestly, a little smile on his lips," I don't deserve him."

"You don't." (Y/n) spoke rather bluntly, but she still had a soft smile on her lips as she spoke her next words," but as much as he doesn't want to admit it, the kid needs you a lot. You're his big brother." She looked at the blonde-haired teen who was laughing at Ranboo who had spilled juice over Tubbo by accident. Her smile widened and her eyes were warm,"... you might just be the luckiest man in the world."

His breath was stolen from him at her words, and he couldnt help but agree with her due to the current circumstances.".... yeah... you could say that."

He held her closer to him by the waist, holding her other hand tightly and securly." So... Where did you learn to dance, Frankenstein?" She teased him, eyes bright with mischief.

A little laugh slipped through his lips," is this the nickname you'll be sticking to now?"

"You know it."

"Oh, great." He sighed out half-disappointedly before he decided to answer her question." When I was younger, my mother used to give me a lot of dance lessons with Technoblade. I requested them because I wanted to learn how to dance for this mermaid girl I had come to befriend."

"Oooh~" the girl raised her eyebrows suggestively," You're pretty romantic when you want to be, you know that?"

He shrugged, cheeks tinted a light pink that was barely noticable," the first time I'm hearing this." He admitted.

"Well... Frankenstein, you're pretty goddamn romantic when you want to be."

He grinned slyly," so you find me romantic, huh? Is that a sign for anything in particular, orrr?..."

The girl snorted a little," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." She repeated his own words.

He laughed," Touché, touché. You win this round."

Soon, the dance came to an end and the two were left still in eachother's arms, staring at eachother with enamoured looks on their faces.

Then the girl smiled at him," it wouldn't be bold of me to ask for another dance... Would it?" She requested, hope swirling in her gemstone-like irises.

"Not at all," A genuinely happy and charmed grin curled on his lips at her words and he held her body still," thought you would never ask, (Y/n)."

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⚠︎🎰 ༄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲༄🎰⚠︎

(Y/n) hadn't intended to be attending Quackity's party, in fact, she wasn't supposed to be attending.

She wasnt invited.

Supposing this is what she gets for not going along with Alex's whole 'Las Nevadas' gig. She prompted to stay with her friends in Kinoko Kingdom instead, thinking that Quackity wouldve done the same.

But she thought wrong.

So, so incredibly wrong.

You see, have you ever felt the feeling whenever you grow so incredibly close to someone to the point where you think you know them better than anyone else? That's how (Y/n) had felt with Alex. She was so sure that he wouldve chosen her and his friends over some nation that seemed to be setting itself up as a land of secrets and mystery.

From what she's heard, Quackity only grew all the more mysterious and distant.

He was so distant.

(Y/n) couldnt remember the last time she had seen him. The last time she's had a decent conversation.

The last time her heart fluttered around him.

She missed him, truly she did. Sometimes she debated abandoning Kinoko Kingdom in favour of running into Alex's oh-so-welcoming arms.

But her morals told her otherwise. She chose, for once in her life, to not follow her heart. But now, here she was, completely going against what her close friends had told her not to do.

She was being drawn to him again.

Using her heart to make important decisions.

And as she opened the large doors to the ballroom, all time seemed to freeze around her. Eyes shot towards her in curiosity, some with joy at being able to see her again and some with malice.

Alex was no different to the latter.

As soon as his dark eyes had met with her ethereal gemstone-like ones, he felt a buzz of electricity travel up his spine.

He couldnt diferientiate between the feeling of anger and slight awe at her beauty.

The girl fumbled with her fingers awkwardly before she sent him a shy wave, her smile soft-yet panicked as her eyes scanned over his new features.

He looked so different.

And she couldn't tell if it was the good kind of different or not.

At her shy wave, Alex cleared his throat and nodded respectfully as a goodbye to who he was talking to, which thankfully was Sam, and then he began making his way over to (Y/n).

A scowl curled onto his lips, his eyes darker than ever.

The eyes that made her feel warm and safe now froze her down to her very core.

When he was right up to her face, standing in front of her, that's when she knew--

This wasn't the Alex she had fallen in love with.

"What the hell are you doing here..." he muttered lowly to her, he grabbed her bare arm tightly- but it wasnt tight enough to hurt her, surprisingly. Then he dragged her to the exit, shoving her rather roughly outside, shitting the door behind him.

"We-well I-... If I-I'm being completely honest, I didnt exactly have a plan to come here, I just really wanted to see y-" he interrupted her.

"You didnt have a plan?? (Y/n)-- What the actual fuck makes you think I'd ever want you here?!" He was furious, eyes burning a bright fire, a fire even Sapnap couldnt withstand. " I actually cant believe you thought coming here would be a good idea. Are you actually as dumb as you were when we were still talking to eachother? You havent fucking changed."

She flinched at his harsh words but she covered up how hurt she was," Well- if you would let me explain myself, then maybe you'd understand why I'm here."

The casino owner took off his beanie, running a hand through his messy raven locks in frustration before he settled the hat back on his head," Make this damn quick. Because, in case you havent noticed, I have guests to entertain."

Gulping, the girl but her lip nervously out of habit," I know... I know I'm the last person you want to see. I know you hate my guts. But... Alex, I genuinely miss you." She spoke sincerely, eyes glassy beneath the moonlight," when I heard you were throwing this party... I couldnt help myself. I needed to see you... to hear you... to talk. God-- Just listening to you makes me so happy already." Her lip trembled," So please... let me hear you... let me see you. I'm begging... can we please talk?"

Brushing off the rush of heat that crossed his tanned cheeks, Alex looked away from her stubbornly.

He didnt want to give in easily.

But when it came to her, he was always put under a spell.

"Lo que sea.... fine." He sighed out, running a hand over his face in irritation, wincing whenever his fingers brushed over his scar." Come sit over here." He gestured to a bench that sat next to a long river that went off into the ocean, the moon reflected off of the clear water as did the stars.

The two sat next to eachother, the gap between them representing how distant they are from eachother.

"So? Talk." He prompted her, leaning back into the bench rather lazily, looking up at the sky.

Cheeks warming with happiness, she couldnt help but smile at finally being able to talk to him after so long," Thank you so much... I've been wanting to talk to you for so long after everything that happen-... What happened to your eye?" She whispered, suddenly noticing the long scar that ran over his eye and eyelid and then down to his lips.

"Oh yeah- you werent here for that," he jabbed at her," This was all Techno's doing." He gestured all over." Sorry that I'm not the perfect guy that you used to be friends with anymore."

She knew he wasnt sorry.

In fact, she knew that with his new self, he was a lot more confident.

Free.

She liked that.

Smiling at him, she shook her head," dont be silly. If this change makes you happy, then I'm happy."

His heart thumped harshly, making him clear his throat to cover up the noise in case she had heard his loud heart.

"I was just worried but... it looks kind of good on you-- err... not in a weird way or anything." She tried to cover up her slip-up," Anyways... that's not what I came here to talk abou-"

"Do you wanna dance?"

The girl's eyes widened at the sudden suggestion, gazing over Alex's features with shock. His tanned cheeks were red and he was avoiding all eye contact, eyebrows furrowed.

"... come again?" She stuttered out, her throat felt like it was closing up.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes," I asked if you wanted to dance."

The girl's heart did flips in her ribcage as her eyes fluttered,"I-... I would love to." She nodded, wobbly smile on her painted lips.

The man stood from the bench and held a hand out to her, trying his best to not smile when she eagerly grabbed it, stars in her eyes.

He moved her soft hand to his neck, making it rest there, (Y/n) then moved her other arm to wrap around his neck as well. Alex then settled his calloused hands on her pretty waist, pulling her body close to him.

He was afraid she would slip away from him again.

In truth, he had missed a hell of a lot as well, maybe even more so than she missed him.

He always debated visiting her or arranging to meet up with her, but his plans always got in the way and blurred his desire for her.

But seeing her tonight, all dressed up for him, it made him want to fall in love with her all over again.

The two swung side to side, the faint music from the ballroom guiding the two of them. Quackity rested his chin on top of her head as the girl turned her head to the side, resting her ear against his chest and listening to his thumping heartbeat.

"You look amazing." He muttered to her.

"You too... well... yeah, no you look amazing."

He chuckled lightly," why'd you hesitate?"

"Well... I wanted to think of a better word for amazing but my heart is beating too loudly for me to think properly..." she admitted.

At her heartfelt confession, Alex felt himself smile warmly for once in a long time.

He felt like a teenager in love again.

"Yeah... I feel that too." He muttered, inhaling the scent of her vanilla shampoo, biting off the dreamy sigh that threatened to spill from his lips." (Y/n)... why didnt you join me? "

The dreaded question.

"If I'm being honest... I thought you wouldve joined Kinoko Kingdom with me."

Quackity's heart clenched at the thought.

So she felt just as betrayed as he did, that makes sense to him now.

"I debated going to join Las Nevadas everyday, but I knew that meant leaving George, Sap and Karl and I felt so conflicted and just... horrible." She mumbled, feeling her eyes beginning to water," It was hard, Alex.... I wanted to see you so so bad... But I also wanted to be a good friend... I felt like I was the bad guy either way, and I just wanted to make both parties happy.... I hated being away from you... God... I hated it so much." She sniffled, making Alex pull her closer to him," seeing you now... you dont understand how happy it makes me feel..."

The man sighed a little and kissed leaned away from her, cupping her cheek and then moving it so she was face him. He tilted her head up a little so he could see her teary eyes, feeling his heart call out to her to comfort her.

He ran a thumb over her cheek, wiping away the mascara and tears and when she blinked up at him innocently, he couldnt stop himself from smiling down at her reassuringly.

"I wanted to see you so much as well... I felt my heart ache every night to see you..." he began, pressing his forehead against hers," I'm sorry for treating you like shit... you deserve so much damn better... (Y/n), I'm begging. Please stay with me, will you?"

Her breath hitched.

"Stay by my side... please?"

Her heart stopped.

"I want to be with you all the time."

Her tears stopped falling.

"I love you."

And she smiled, wider than she ever has.

"I've been waiting so long to hear that..." She whispered to him," I love you too, Alex."

He grinned down at her crookedly," Deadass?"

"On god."

"Fuck- I'm not dreaming, right?" He then had a mischievous glint twinkle in his dark eyes," Maybe you should kiss me to seal the deal?"

She snorted," you're asking me to initiate it? Dont you think you're moving a bit fast, lover boy?"

"I think you're moving too slow and that you talk too much." He stated simply before he leaned down, capturing her soft lips in a messy kiss, their lips molding together as soon as they came in contact.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...

And as her lips rubbed against his chapped ones, she knew her life was set with his, nobody else.

[nonoleeknowno]

ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

Chan // Minho // Changbin // Hyunjin // Jisung // Felix // Seungmin // Jeongin

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ngl i spent so much time trying to find that font i used seungmin doesn’t even look like a word anymore but we’ll see how this goes T.T

I can see Seungmin being a bit of a romantic

Probably has liked a lot of people before and has constant vivid thoughts and imaginations of being with a person, going on dates, holding Hands

but whether he’s actually dated anyone is hit or miss for me i can’t pinpoint it exactly

but either way he’d be quite nervous and reserved before dating you

i feel like he’d prefer to get to know someone as a friend before asking them on a date

Seungmin is a menace

in the nicest way possible of course :P

He’s going to bully you when he gets comfortable. But it is out of complete and utter love for you. It is because he feels like being around you is a safe place to be.

so he Will take advantage of that and be a little shit poke some fun at you

if you’re not comfortable with that though or it gets too much, he would 1000% stop though or at least ease off and check up on you more regularly to make sure you’re all goods

Now. When I tell you.

the amount of Photos he would take of you.

there would be selfies, mirror selfies, photos of you in front of landmarks, photos with each others families, photos with friends, photos with the members, photos with a raccoon i don’t know just PHOTOS EVERYWHERE

((he would send you a selfie every morning with a message like “good morning sunshine :D” bc he’s a softie))

you know how some people have couple playlists on spotify or whatever?

that’d be you guys ^_^

y’all are so freaking cute im losing it

you’d always update the playlist and then next time you see each other you’d listen to it together in the car or on a walk in the park or something Romantic because Seungmin has been craving this his whole life

I really see him loving dates (i mean obviously but hear me out)

Love language: quality time

he seems very organised and i read somewhere like almost 4 years ago that he keeps a journal (??) so he loves the process behind dates

planning it, calling up different places, seeing prices and stuff

and he’d be the type to remember things you say like “ahh y/n said they’d love to go to paintball one day”

surprise!! clear your schedule, seungmin is taking you to paintball!!

and just in general i see him being quite attentive to what you want (as anyone in a relationship should be !! just a quick PSA lol)

as for nicknames, it’d be simple stuff similar to jeongin, like i said earlier “sunshine” or “baby” or “honey” or something like that

((the way i phrased that made it seem like Jeongin was a nickname option... i mean it can be if you want i guess ?? lmfao))

Overall he’d just be really sweet and want to be the best boyfriend he can be

also Photos !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! emphasis on photographer!seungmin because he’s so important !!!!!!! T.T

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AN: i made another post and its been less than a week look at me go 😏😏

im enjoying this a lot because uni is a lot right now but im liking the writing breaks even if its nothing too fancy :DD I hope you guys enjoy this as well !! Felix next !! and i might make another Skz as ___ because those are really fun for me too lol if you have any suggestions feel free to ask :D

[bakubub]

In which racer!kuroo is your roommate, and seems to only like it when you treat his wounds... (word count: 1.9k)

Ngl quite proud of this one!!

Warnings: 18+, a whole lot of swearing, a whole lot of blood, innuendos and implied nsfw, reader almost vomits (NOT from pregnancy chill, I know we're all scarred but its going to be just fine) and if you're squeamish perhaps skip the scene where reader stitches his wound?

Also bit of a disclaimer: I am in NO WAY a med student and literally all of my knowledge is from movies and other fics... so if you acc know what to do in this situation this may be a torturous for you :D

All due credits go to @aikk00​ for this AMAZING fanart!!!!

I watch as my roommate enters the penthouse, once again scratched up and bleeding, covered in so much blood there is no possible way that it was all his- if it was he would not be standing.

I launch myself off the couch- where I was sitting for the past hour nervously waiting for his return- and slip my arm under his, supporting him as we inched towards the bathroom.

"I can do this by myself you know," he grumbles, his grimace revealing just how much pain he was actually in.

"Mhm, I'm sure you can. Just like you boiled that poor egg by yourself last week, hmm?" I say sarcastically, trying to keep my mind calm and clear, because oh my god it looks really bad this time...

"Oi, its not my fault it fuckin' exploded," he mutters, voice laden with pain.

"You put it in the microwave because 'the shitty water wasn't doing its job.' Of course it would explode," I say, gently seating him on the closed toilet seat and taking out my supplies that I unfortunately have become rather accustomed to using. He's made it a habit to get himself injured.

"Where's the injury?" I ask, setting down my half-empty bottle of antiseptic and box of bandages. He peels off his shirt, cringing at the pain it brought him as the fabric was stuck to the gash that went from his left pectoral down to the middle of his chest.

"Pissed off a bidder after winning a race, fucker took out a knife once he realised he couldn't beat me up," he huffs out, arrogance still lacing his tone even with sweat dripping down his brow as he leans the back of his head onto the tile wall behind him. His Adam's apple bobs down his bloodstained neck as he speaks, and I quickly look away, focusing on the injury at hand.

Not his blood soaked, but nevertheless well defined pectoral muscles, nor the abs that my hands occasionally brush up against and know how hard they really are, and definitely not the trail of black hairs that lead down, down, down...

"What's wrong, the view too hot to focus on the work at hand?" He asks suggestively, raising his pierced brow, even in this state.

I'm quick to reply, having gotten used to his flirtatious remarks from the second I moved into his penthouse, "nope can't even see the view from that massive head of yours. Not to mention your permanent bed head."

He huffs out a laugh, then proceeds to flinch from the pain it must have caused.

"Stop moving, idiot. You're going to exacerbate the cut!" I say, quickly grabbing a damp towel and beginning to clean up his abdomen, whilst simultaneously pressing another rag to his wound to stop the bleeding.

“At least you admit that there is a hot view,” he says in his low voice, gazing at me from his position.

I simply roll my eyes.

No falling in love. That was the deal we had made on the day he offered me a place to stay in exchange for my services as a maid and apparently, a nurse. I cook, clean and basically keep the house running while this moron goes out and acts like the idiot he is. In my defense, dorms are expensive as hell, and his penthouse is nearby. Plus, I don't have to pay rent. It's a win-win situation.

But the feelings stirring up inside my heart might just ruin the dynamic we have going on and simultaneously take out a whole lot of cash out of my pocket.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

Once his skin isn't completely saturated in blood, and the wound has (thankfully) stopped bleeding, I add some antiseptic onto a make-up pad and begin to dab at his wound, earning winces and slight grunts from the massive man.

"The cut looks deep, Kuroo. You need to go to the hospital," I say, worry lacing my tone as my eyebrows crease and earn yet another huffing laugh.

"Do you want me to rot in prison for the rest of my life?"

I roll my eyes at his response, deliberately dabbing just a little harder which earns me a yelp and an attempted glare in my direction.

"First off, illegal street racing won't send you to prison for your entire life, just for like, half a year. Second, this wound needs stitches, and believe it or not, I'm not a fucking licensed medic. In fact, the only experience I have is with you!" I say, immediately regretting my choice of words as I wait for his remark.

"That's what she said," He says, chuckling at his own innuendo.

I sigh in frustration, pouring more antiseptic to make sure there was no chance of infection from whatever grimy ass knife stabbed him, and beginning to gently scrub the wound with a soft towel, so as to make sure there was no debris left in there.

"You're gonna have ta do it," he mutters, his hazel eyes boring into mine.

"I- I can't Kuroo, you can't possibly think-"

"Fine. I'll do it. Go get me a needle and thread," he states, struggling but nevertheless, sitting upright on the red stained toilet.

I stare at Kuroo in disbelief as he utters these words. Was he dumber than I thought? Does he have some sort of head injury too?

I examine his face and all I come up with is unnerving determination. I exhale out of my nose sharply, "fine, dammit. I'll sew your fucking wound shut."

I am extremely handy with a sewing needle and thread, used to really be into embroidery back when I had the time so...it should be fine.

He just shrugs, leaning his head back against the tiles and closing his eyes.

"Fucking asshole. Can't believe I'm saving your damn life," I mutter, leaving the bathroom to dig through my wardrobe for my sewing box and taking out a gold silk thread that I was saving for a special project.

Well, I guess that will never happen.

"Hey, I found some silk thread. It's literally known for its strength and durability in high temperatures, so it should work like a charm!" I say, walking back into the blood stained bathroom and trying to psych myself up.

He grunts in response. I sigh as I begin with mopping up the excess blood and sanitising the needle and thread before chucking on gloves.

I wipe the antiseptic over the wound once more, and examine it carefully.

Well, if his condition worsens, I can always knock him out and call an ambulance...

I decide, screw it, and thread the needle, pretending it was just another embroidery project.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I chant as I puncture his skin with the thin needle.

Kuroo gasps in pain, and I place a hand on his knee, telling him to suck it up and deal with it, half talking to him but also to myself.

To my surprise, he listens, stretching his head back once more and gritting his teeth.

"Don't do that, here put this in-between your teeth," I say, grabbing yet another towel and shoving it into his mouth.

He obeys as I continue to stitch. I feel my gag reflex kicking in as I think about how stitching skin feels as though I am stitching leather, it feels hard and tough while pushing the thin needle through.

Must hurt like a bitch.

Once I've completed my neat stitches down the wound, without vomiting, I tie it off as I would with any embroidery, and clean the area free of any remaining blood. After rubbing some antibacterial ointment over the gold stitches, I stick on a particularly large bandage over the wound and start tidying up.

"Thank you," Kuroo mutters, still seated on the toilet seat and practically panting for breath.

"Ah, the criminal knows his damn manners!! Now get up and get in the damn shower. You ruined my pristine bathroom!" I complain, putting the last of the materials away before walking to the door.

"Wait, I- I can't get up." I turn around and look at him incredulously as he utters his next few words, "will you... shower me?"

My eyes just about pop out of their sockets at his request. "Are you insane?! I'm not your mother, nor your wife! Call your pudding haired friend and tell him to come shower you!"

He shakes his head, a rare pleading look taking the place of his usual arrogant smirk, "Kenma's too lazy to shower himself, Y/n, please!"

I contemplated it for a moment. Sure, I've seen him naked before, accidentally of course, and so what if I have to scrub him clean. God knows he can't do it himself with that damn injury.

Fuck this shit.

"Fine, get up right now." I bark at him, leaving to change out of my blood soaked pjs into a pair of shorts and a tank.

"...I just said I can't."

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"Ow, y/n, you're scrubbing too hard!" He complains, his exfoliating glove around my hand as I rub his toned back clean of any dead skin-cells and blood remains.

"But look how much stuff is coming off!" I say gleefully, enjoying this a little too much.

Kuroo, seated on the built-in bench in the open shower with his red boxers on, looks back to see the satisfaction dripping from my features.

"Are you secretly a sadist?" he whispers. In response, I begin to rinse off his raw back with hot water, causing him to screech like a cat.

"It burns, it burns-”

“Shut the fuck up, moron! It's 4 in the morning, you’re going to annoy our neighbours. I tried very hard to get in their good graces, and Mrs. Suzuki still doesn’t like me! She definitely thinks I’m some kind of hooker…” Kuroo laughs at this, and I can’t help but watch as his whole face brightens up from his usual emotionless expression. I find myself smiling in response.

I grab his expensive shampoo and pour some into my hands, beginning to massage it into his scalp. With wet hair, his raven strands are for once flat on his head and reach down to his defined jawline. Kuroo groans under my touch, leaning into my fingers. I snatch my hands back and pour hot water over his head.

"ARGH! Y/N!" He screams, hastily getting up and wetting me in the process.

"Ah- what are you-" I don't get to finish my question as he grabs my arm and yanks me next to him under the hot water, soaking my clothes and my hair.

"You asshole!" I screech as I reach up to pull his hair in defiance, but he only grabs my arm and hooks it around his neck, leaning down to look directly into my eyes.

Our noses brushing against one another, he mutters, "You look pretty with your hair wet and your shirt see through."

It takes me a moment to get past the compliment and to hear the perverted comment that he just uttered.

He sees my look of confusion and laughs, bends over, clutches his stomach and laughs, before bellowing in pain because of his injury.

Smiling smugly down at him as he grimaces, I force him to sit back down and continue massaging the shampoo into his hair, warning him that if he so much as moaned I would leave him in here, dripping wet and in pain.

"That's what he said," is his reply.

I smack his head in response.

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