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moongreenlight · 4 months

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Greek mythology/the Olympians has been my hyperfixation for going on two decades now and I just… Soap as Dionysus.

Always brings a good bottle of wine and a few rooted cuttings of ivy as a housewarming gift. If he’s fixed his attention on you, he’ll also put a few sex toys in the little bag he brings. Puts them right on top for the pleasure of seeing your scramble to try to shove them in a drawer or tuck the whole gift in the closet.

He’s a great time. Has this intoxicating way about him. Like life is a stage and he’s the director. Playful and fun, though a little too enthusiastic at times. Handsy when the two of you hang out. You assume that’s just his nature and excuse it accordingly. Hard not to, gorgeous man that he is. A divine kind of handsome. Like his features are an eons-old amalgamation of all the most beautiful features humans have ever had.

And he gets strangely possessive, even after you’ve been nudging back his wandering hands or putting your hand between his mouth and your neck all night. Borders on vindictive and aggressive if he’s not in the right headspace.

It’s a bit terrifying to see him snapping his teeth in the face of some man at the bar who had only just asked you if you’d wanted a drink. You swear later in the night you see him babbling feverishly to a group of his friends. It sounds like total gibberish, and his friends look even more confused than you feel, but his eyes are wide as saucers and his hands are flying about hazardously. You don’t think much of it after Soap pulls you by the waist to the corner booth and tips a cocktail up to your mouth.

He keeps you out until all hours of the night. Insists on staying jovial. Club-hopping to find the best crowd, best music, best conversation. Keeps you up and active for so long that the confines of reality start to become fuzzy at the edges.

Sexuality expressed through bodies writing and twisting in drunken dance. Bumping up against one another. Collecting strangers and your own sweat in fat beads on your skin that make you shiver when they get heavy enough to trail down the small of your back.

When the room is spinning enough to make you stumble just a bit and you’re unable to do anything but giggle about it, he’s somehow able to make sneaking off into the family bathroom together seem like a good idea. He seems just as drunk as you are, slinging an arm around your shoulders when you walk. Bellowing a laugh when his hand grazes your tit but making no attempt to pull it away.

It’s less easy to be oblivious when you’re in the bathroom together. The muffled music filtering through the bottom of the door. He’s pressing up against you even though now there’s no crowd to excuse his practically grinding his groin on your hip.

It smells like sweat and generic brand bathroom cleaner. You hum when he staggers to the urinal instead of griping at him about how crass it is to take a piss right in front of you. He props himself up on the wall with one hand and a moment after you hear the teeth of his zipper come undone, he lets out a throaty, satisfied groan.

You busy yourself looking in the mirror. Checking your makeup. Seeing if you look as drunk as you feel. It’s filthy. There’s a web of cracks coming from the bottom left where it looks like someone tried to send their fist through to the wall behind it. It makes you a bit dizzy to look at and you have to bend at the waist to get close enough to see the way your mascara has smudged all around your eyes.

And all of a sudden there’s a burning heat behind you. Sickly, feverish heat pressing straight into the pillows of your ass. Soap’s spidery reflection shows up just over your smile sporting a wicked grin. Teeth and eyes flashing.

You try and swat him away, all too used to his comings-on, but he digs his fingers into the fat of your hips bruisingly hard.

“C’mon, hen. Been driving me mad all night. Relax a bit. Jus’ need this. Need you. Please.”

He has to lay flat over your back to hiss in your ear. Teeth clenched like he really needs to put some effort behind his words to sound polite. Like a petulant child who’d just been reminded by their mother to practice manners.

You were practiced in batting back his advances, but for some reason his grit made you falter. His gaze seemed to be burning a hole through you in the mirror. The idea that something inside him was hitting a roaring boil that he couldn’t stop from flowing over made your brain go foggy. The opposite of sobering. His aberrant need was contagious and catching quick.

He smelled like sweat and cheap cologne and dry, sweet wine and woods. Flirty and masculine and overwhelming. And he’s warm and strong behind you, even if he’s pushing his hard cock into you.

Who were you to deny him the pleasure of snapping his hips into your backside a few times? Letting his fingers impatiently tug at the button of your jeans and hastily tug them down with your underwear until they pooled around your ankles?

It didn’t help that the sound of him sending a glob of spit into his hand made you clench around nothing. A familiar warmth gathering between your thighs that made you shift a bit to chase the momentary relief even a touch of friction could provide.

He couldn’t even afford you the decency of pretending not to see. No. Instead he points a spotlight on you and insists you perform for him again. Nudging your legs apart and pressing his thigh flush against your core while purring the filthiest things in your ear.

“Ken I jus’ needed to wear you down, mm? Thought ‘bout this before we went out. Always did get sloppy when you drink. Jus’ needed a little push. That’s it -Jesus- cunt’s so wet. Gonna take good care of her.”

And the club is so packed full of drunken, dancing bodies that hardly anyone notices the way you two stumble out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Even though you’re still fumbling with the button of your jeans with shaking hands.

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sky-casino · 4 months

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spiderman!rin: weaving through leads to you

hello~ i'm back with my third bllk x spiderman au piece!

to anon, thank you for the request and for waiting patiently! i tried a different storytelling style here, i hope that's okay with you 😊

fanart credit: @shirkori on twitter

rin who has been childhood friends with you. childhood "sweethearts", to be more precise. what's with all your friends, classmates, his teammates, and even some teachers relentlessly teasing the two of you about how good you two look together and how compatible you are with each other.

rin who finally confessed his feelings nonchalantly, and you saying nothing but simply smiling and holding his hand as your response.

rin who loves you, his brother, and soccer.

rin who got bit by a red-and-blue spider during one of his solo practice sessions on the school's soccer field.

rin who didn't mind it until he had to, given all the side effects he rapidly went through that night.

spiderman!rin who kept pacing back and forth in his mind on whether he should tell you about his newfound superpowers or not.

spiderman!rin who chose the former, texting you to meet him on the rooftop one afternoon, once class and club activities are done.

spiderman!rin who came clean to you, asking you what he should do with his new abilities because that's what he always does, seek you for advice and direction. he knew he's basically a lost puppy without you. you who were astounded and yet excited, suggesting to him to use his abilities responsibly for the greater good.

spiderman!rin who always made sure you were there whenever he practiced going up on walls, shooting webs, and using them to maneuver from one place to another.

spiderman!rin who felt warm and giddy all over his chest whenever you praised him and told him how proud you are of him.

spiderman!rin who sends you selfies and landscape views of the city while he's on his daily patrol.

spiderman!rin who taps on your window in the middle of the night so he can snuggle with you for a while as a way to rest and recharge.

spiderman!rin who sweeps you off your feet and swings with you to the building with the best view of the city and the sunset.

spiderman!rin who had to stop being spiderman and had to let go of his superhero suit after vanquishing the enemy who discovered his identity, hence discovering who you are as well, and ultimately threatened your life by abducting you.

rin who is just now simply itoshi rin.

the itoshi rin who chose to go back to his ordinary life.

the itoshi rin who chose you, your safety, and soccer.

the itoshi rin who stubbornly told you that he would always choose you over other people, vehemently stating that he'll never go back to being spiderman because it was the reason your life was put in danger at the first place.

the itoshi rin who has had his fun as your vigilante boyfriend, and just now wants to be your soccer-player boyfriend.

you, who have known rin for many years and is therefore aware of how stubborn he is. you know that once he makes up his mind, there's no changing it. and so you accepted his decision.

the transition back to his ordinary life was mostly smooth, and his alter-ego and superhero days will be the best-kept secret between the two of you.

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 4 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 8. exhibitionism

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “come watch me play”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

a/n: first sleep token fic in this little event 🫣

cw: nsfw content. exhibitionism. voyeurism. semi-public sex. degradation. masturbation. blowjob. kinda has iii x ivy. vessel is a bit of a dick.

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“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” —❤︎

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the moment ii, iii and ivy walked into their recording studio, they were met with a rather… compromising sight.

“… well?”

vessel’s voice ringed out, irritated with his bandmates just standing there. but could anyone blame them? the three of them were stunned, flabbergasted even. they didn’t know what to do.

“well don’t just stand there, you idiots. either you watch the show, or you leave.”

it took a moment for the three of them to even register the sight before them. it wasn’t until iii’s senses came back, and he bashfully shut the door behind them for some reason, he didn’t even know why he did.

what a sight for sore eyes. vessel had you bent over a table that originally had a bunch of sheet music and song lyrics, which were now scattered all across the red-carpeted floor from vessel shoving them off to make room for you. your nails dug into the sides of the table’s surface for support, because vessel’s cock was plowing into your tight, needy hole like it was the last fuck he’d ever have. the fierceness of him stretching you wide for your fellow bandmates to see was only making you more aroused, but fuck was it humiliating.

ii, iii and ivy were stunned, a wave of clashing emotions consuming their minds all at once. ii was stunned, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight. iii was being bashful about it, awkwardly looking away and trying to hide the problem in his pants. and ivy, well, he was straight up into it.

“hmm… this is what you do while we’re away, boss?” ivy inquired, his tone of voice not really being questioning, but more so intrigued with a certain lustful tinge. “.. didn’t know you had it in ya.”

“i do.” vessel panted between thrusts, gripping your hair and forcing your head up to show your fucked out face in front of the three masked men watching you.

“consider it an early christmas gift.” the sleep entity managed out, his voice quickly turning into a low, husky chuckle.

“well it’s certainly a good one.” ivy snickered, his tone silky smooth. he turned to face his fellow members, smirking underneath his mask. “isn’t that right boys?”

ii was zoned out, he was too focused on checking yours and vessel’s half-naked bodies out. meanwhile iii snapped his head to ivy’s direction, face tomato red underneath the signature face covering.

he slapped ii’s shoulder to get his attention, and they both nodded.

“totally.”

“uh— yes.”

vessel’s voice was hoarse, trembling with pure lust and desire. he was so goddamn horny just from the feeling of multiple pairs of eyes watching him fuck the ever living shit out of you. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation. it was one event followed by another, then boom, here you are.

vessel’s strong, veiny hands gripped onto one of your legs and hooked it around his waist from behind, changing the angle and where his thrusts hit inside of you. he started hitting a certain spot that had you seeing stars, and you whined loudly.

“shit!” vessel cursed, gripping your hair more tightly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “keep making noises like that. i want them to hear how good i fuck you.”

your mind was clouded with pure kinky desire. you could hear the sound of one of your fellow bandmate’s groaning and unzipping his pants, most likely to relieve himself of the boner you and vessel had given him. with this new angle vessel was hitting, you swore you were going to pass out of pure pleasure. it felt way too good to not express it through loud moans, whimpers and cries.

“god fucking damnit.” ii cursed, sagging off his jeans and leaning against the wall to rub his hardened cock. he could not keep his piercing, calculated eyes off of the sight. “i’m so damn horny just from watching this.”

for a moment he locked eyes with you, and that teary-eyed, hazy look on your face only got ii harder, and copious amounts of precum leaked from the head of his veiny length while he jerked himself off.

he never kept his eyes off of you.

as ii was groaning at the feeling of his self-pleasure, iii turned his head to look over at ivy. the guitarist looked so worked up, frustrated and horny from how his leader was going to town on you. he let out little grunts of fury as he desperately tried to jerk himself off.

without saying much, iii gulped, before taking a bold leap, and slipping his head between ivy’s legs, lifting his face mask up a bit to free his mouth. ivy’s eyes widened, but he didn’t object to feeling iii’s warm, wet mouth envelop his dick whole. iii choked and gagged as he took him in deeper, but the salty, almost sweet taste of ivy’s cock was enough to keep him going.

ivy cursed loudly and forced iii’s head down on his cock more, feeling something other than his hand to get him off was so much better. ivy out a loud moan and looking over at vessel and you.

vessel was having the time of his life. he loved the effect that his little sex toy had on the three of them. you just looked so good, your face all fucked out from how many times you came, and ii, iii and ivy were all getting so incredibly turned on from watching you. vessel was enjoying the power he had over his team, it made that dark lust sitting within him brew into something stronger, something that took over his body and made his thrusts more precise, quick and hard.

“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” vessel cried out loudly, his thrusts getting more forceful, and each moan eliciting from your throat got more raspy and needy.

with ii jerking himself off, and iii giving ivy the head of his life, none of them took their eyes off the sight. they were getting off to it. what perverts they were.

but you couldn’t say much, because you too, liked it. you liked the seductive effect your body had on them.

vessel forced your head into the table more, and kept thrusting. the room was filled with moans and groans of pure euphoria, and the sight couldn’t be more erotic.

vessel then chuckled and spoke to you again, keeping his voice hushed just for you.

“i hope you’re comfy, darling, because i’m gonna keep this show going on and on until you physically can’t cum anymore. got that?”

you nodded pathetically, and screamed vessel’s name loudly for your bandmates to hear.

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#holiday hoes event #sleep token fanfic #sleep token vessel #vessel x reader #vessel smut #ii sleep token #iii sleep token #iv sleep token #sleep token ivy #sleep token smut #sleep token fanfiction #smutty headcanons #smutty drabble #christmas #christmas prompts

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inkluvs · 5 months

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i asked wrong 😭

mid july - “one muse gives the other oral while they drive” with steve?

nonnie baby i’m gen so sorry this took so long i forgot i had this in my drafts </3 tw: smut (18+)

steve harrington x reader

Steve’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight as you pressed your lips against his cock. It wasn’t often he let you do this, caring too much about driving safely to let you hinder his capabilities temporarily, but, god, if he didn’t enjoy himself when you do.

Your eyes were shut as you leaned over the center console, enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Steve thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Your tongue darted out to trail over a vein on the underside of him and he whined, a strangled noise as he tried to find the nearest exit.

“Stop fuckin’ teasin’ babe,” His fingers tangled themselves into your hair strands, the heel of his palm on the wheel.

“Wouldn’t wanna distract you, now, would I?” Your eyes were wide, faux-innocence coating your tone.

“I swear,” he cursed, his voice high and pretty as his hips lifted off the seat. “You’re tryin’ to kill me.”

“You tellin’ me to stop, Harrington?” You wrapped your lips around the head at that, dragging your tongue over the slit. Your hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently when he failed to respond.

His lips parted in a silent moan, tugging slightly at your hair.

“Shit—, never.” He groaned, low and throaty.

“Gonna sleep good tonight huh, honey? All you needed was a mouth on this cock?”

“Gonna sleep,” He paused, his eyes screwing shut, “So good. Best way to go.”

#heart luc for conving me to post this #ivy’s inbox 💌#anon <3 #{ivy's summer celly}#ivy is writing !#event.midjuly #ivy.nsfw #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington concept #steve harrington x you #stranger things #steve harrington stranger things

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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ooooo for knives out <3

∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap .

with tysm! peter parker if u want to ofc <3

thank u for the req angel ily!!!!!

fem!reader 0.5k words

Peter thinks you look exhausted. You’ve been quiet all evening, the bags under your eyes are prominent (but still very pretty, in Peter’s humble opinion) and he thinks you’re starting to fall asleep with your nose in your book. He watches you where you’re sitting on the opposite end of the couch, your knees tucked up to your chest and feels an enormous amount of fondness for you. And what he can only describe as a parent-ly urge to get you to bed.

He sticks his foot out and nudges your shin with it.

“Y/N?”

Slowly, very slowly, you lift your head. It looks like it’s a very tough feat for you to achieve. Peter imagines your head feels heavy as a bowling ball right now.

Your eyes zero in on Peter and you smile, albeit tiredly. “Hm?”

“Are you tired?” He asks, though he knows the answer already. “Wanna go to bed?”

You shake your head and blink away the tired look in your eyes. “No. I wanna spend time with you.”

Peter laughs. You’re so cute he could die. “We’re not even doing anything, dove.”

“Yeah we are,” you say, as fiercely as you can when your words are all slurred and sticky. “We’re reading.”

“Seperate books,” Peter counters, holding up his own book for emphasis.

You huff and give Peter this adorable pout slash death glare that makes him want to kiss you.

“Whatever, Peter,” you say, frowning so deeply anyone but Peter himself would think it was real. “If you wanted to get rid of me you could’ve just said so.”

You make to get up off the couch but Peter grabs you before you can. Snags you by the ankle and pulls you across the couch until you’re squealing and your legs land in his lap. Your book falls to the floor and you brace yourself on Peter’s shoulders.

“Pete!” You squeal, sounding more pleased than you probably want to, and more awake than you have all evening. Peter stops tugging but doesn’t release you, his fingers pressing into your bare calves. You notice his death grip and ask, “What are you doing?”

Peter pretends not to hear you and instead drags his hand down the length of one of your legs, all the way from your ankle to your thigh, with enough pressure that he knows you’ll be squirming. “Hm?”

As predicted, you go all melty and shy under his touch. “Pete,” you say again, with a poorly contained shiver.

“What?” He asks, squeezing at the doughy flesh of your thigh. “Thought you wanted to spend time with me.”

“I do, I just—“ Your breath hitches mid-sentence when Peter slides his hand under the hem of your shirt to get a hold of your hip. He drags his thumb over your hipbone and you look for a second like you might pass out.

“Peter,” you hiss. “Stop it.”

Peter chuckles and releases you, but doesn’t let you pull your legs from his lap. He’s gonna keep you here all night if he can.

“Poor girl,” he muses, and dots a kiss to your burning cheek.

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serenescribe · 3 months

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This is a silly little fic that sparked from a conversation I had with @hanafubukki, and so I wrote it! What started as a discussion about Lilia eating teabags quickly shifted into the very sweet idea of a young Silver bringing his papa some tea leaves.

I hope you enjoy!

Lilia smiles as he hears the front door open, the sound of the creaking hinges reaching his ears. “You’re finally back, Silver,” he greets, turning from where he’s been preparing something at the kitchen counter — mixing plenty of flour and berries and a little bit of sauce together for quite the splendid treat! — to face the door.

He watches as Silver, nearly five years old and dressed in a shirt and some patchwork overalls, stumbles through, a small little pouch clutched in his hands. Tilting his head, Lilia asks, “What have you there, hm?”

Silver doesn’t speak, not until he totters over to the little kitchen area where Lilia crouches in. It’s only then that he raises the pouch, a resolute expression on his face — and how amusing it is, Lilia snickers silently to himself, to see such seriousness on that chubby-cheeked face! “This is… for Toto,” Silver insists, pushing the pouch into Lilia’s hands.

Lilia blinks. “Well now,” he says, reaching out to ruffle Silver’s hair, his other hand holding the mystery pouch. “What a kind boy you are, thinking about me while you’re out in the woods!” And this isn’t abnormal by any means, because Silver always comes home with a gift for him, be it berries — poisonous and otherwise; the poor child doesn’t know any better just yet — or a wilting bouquet of wildflowers, but Lilia relishes in it anyways. Affirmative remarks are helpful for raising a boy as young as Silver — or so he’s been told by the Zigvolts.

Silver giggles as Lilia runs a hand through his hair, mussing up those light strands. “Open it, open it!”

So Lilia does, pulling on the string and loosening the pouch. And as soon as he does, he finds…

A handful of shredded leaves, some wet moss, a couple of berries — the non-poisonous ones, and Lilia sighs with relief at the knowledge that Silver has caught on — and, to top it all off, a pinecone.

Lilia blinks. “This is lovely, Silver,” he says, and he’s not lying, because anything this sweet human boy he’s growing fonder of, day after day, brings to him sparks a bit of warmth in his heart. “But… what is it?”

And imagine Lilia’s surprise when Silver grins at him brightly, and says, “Tea!”

It clicks for him after a moment’s pause, mind caught on that one word before everything falls into place. Oh, Lilia realises, eyeing the pouch, at the way the leaves have been shredded, the small size of the pinecone, everything clumped together. It looks much like the contents of the little canister of tea leaves he has, a gift from Baul’s daughter along with a teasing note about drinking it if he finds it a bit hard to sleep.

Silver has brought him tea leaves. Silver had watched him scoop them out and steep them in water, perched on tiptoes on a stool pushed up against the counter as Lilia prepared breakfast, and thought to himself that he would go out in the woods and get Lilia some tea.

Warmth swells forth within his heart in one big burst, engulfing his chest until it reaches his cheeks.

Whisking the pouch to the counter with his magic, Lilia sweeps up Silver in his arms, spinning around as the boy yelps before he giggles. “How darling of you,” Lilia coos, happiness thrumming through him. “To think of me, and to bring me such a sweet gift!”

“I hope you like it, Toto!”

“Well let’s find out, shall we?”

And though Lilia enjoys the cup of tea he brews very much, relishing in it as Silver watches, the young boy still too sensitive to enjoy a scalding drink that’s too hot for his tongue, he realises, halfway through, that there’s definitely something poisonous in this.

Oh well, he thinks, as he feels his throat beginning to itch relentlessly from the inside-out, his eyes beginning to swell slightly. That’s another thing to teach Silver in the future, I suppose.

Perhaps he’ll avoid eating the leftover tea leaves for once. He’ll have to scrape them into the bin. What a waste, Lilia sighs to himself, though there’s no real disappointment in any of it. How could there be, when he’s basking in the thoughtfulness of Silver’s actions?

#my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #twst #twisted wonderland #i don't think this has any *spoilers*? ahhhhh #twst fanfiction #twst writing #diasomnia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #uhh hi uni started im dead again #firstly: lilia def ingested poison ivy. rip #secondly: my monogamous r/s with twst has ended after 8-9 months. will keep writing twst though #but you may see me dabble into another fandom...#cough cough points at my pinned #i almost forgot to mention!!#silver doesn't have any reactions to the poison ivy. ergo one of the forest animals mustve been involved #hana said maybe it was the bats who were jealous of lilia ahfndjnfjf

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gimmethatagustd · 4 months

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Hi Jaiiii 💕💕 So I wasn't going to send a spooky drabble request since I'm usually super bad at coming up with ideas and you're already writing my one and only wish - weird fairy outfit Jungkook - but theeeen something came over me and I may have made a moodboard...

To me this is giving siren! jimin x human! taehyung but you can totally take whatever element that inspires you from it and do your own thing!! Fluff, smut, angst, you know I'm always open to reading anything from you, so go wild. I hope this gives you something to work with because I had fun making it! Love youuu 💞💞💞

the wind speaks | kth + pjm

Something's living under the dock at the Kim family's beach house.

○ Pairing: Human!Taehyung x Siren!Jimin

○ Rating: Mature/18+

○ Genre: Supernatural, "friends" to "lovers", angst, yandere

○ 2 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Mermaid)

○ Word Count: 2,313

○ Warnings: Emotional manipulation, Jimin is supernaturally alluring so that makes the whole thing very questionable, potential drowning and major character death? perhaps? 👀 it's an ambiguous ending so who knows!

○ Notes: Hi Ivi bby, I hope you didn't think I forgot about your AMAZING moodboard 🥹 I really need to commission you to make all my moodboards for me cuz I'm seriously obsessed with this one. It gave me so many ideas and it fit perfectly with my 100 Drabble Challenge. I hope you like what I've come up with, even tho it's a lil bit intense jhskjdfs 💜 ily

○ Post Date: January 4, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? A spooky siren Spotify playlist

“Taehyung-ah! You have two hours before dinner, okay?”

“Yes, eomma!”

“Don’t make me have to come find you!”

“Yes, eomma!” Taehyung calls out before closing the sliding glass door to their deck.

The Kim family beach house sits just behind the sand dunes separating the beach from the homes lining the streets of their quiet town. The homes are nothing special, just boxy buildings with large windows built on high foundations to protect from flooding. The residents’ real treasures are boats, and the Kim dock is where Taehyung heads.

Taehyung’s fluffy hair whips in the cool autumn wind during his trek through the cleared walkway between the dunes leading to the beach. Reaching the sand, the toes of his boots darken as he trudges through it. All morning, it rained, making the sand clump like wet dirt. Slimy seaweed and other debris cake the shoreline, so Taehyung carefully walks along the beach.

The Kim dock isn’t anything fancy. Taehyung’s father built it himself out of wood he cut, sanded, and treated with his bare hands years ago. They keep their small fishing boat anchored to it – Singularity, named by Taehyung. He didn't know what to say when his parents asked him what it meant. He couldn’t outright admit that the word came to him in whispers in the wind when he sat at the edge of the dock, feet kicking in the air above the water. Taehyung has told one too many stories in the past; his parents are tired of hearing about his conversations with the wind. They said he would grow out of it, but Taehyung is freshly twenty, no longer a child, yet the wind still speaks.

It’s cold without the sun to chase away the rain clouds. Taehyung zips his windbreaker up to the base of his throat and crouches at the edge of the dock to peer out at the ocean. The water is clouded from the rain kicking up the sandy floor.

“Hi,” Taehyung speaks to the wind and hopes it remembers.

He left his phone at home, so he has no way of knowing how long he waits. The dock is rain-soaked, but his thighs burn from crouching. He opts for kneeling and shivers when his jeans absorb water at the knees.

“My Tae?”

“Yes!” Taehyung perks up, eyes searching the horizon where the gray sky meets the murky ocean waters. He never sees anything; it’s just the wind. He looks anyway.

“Where have you been, my Tae?” The wind sounds disappointed, and guilt makes Taehyung shrink further into his jacket like a frightened animal backed into a corner.

“I’m sorry. I go to college now,” Taehyung admits sheepishly, “Far from here, so I can only visit during school breaks.”

Waves lap at the legs of the dock. Sometimes, Taehyung thinks he sees things in the water, shadows bigger than the fish he catches off the dock in the summers. His father insists that the water is too shallow for large fish like sharks, but Taehyung doesn’t believe him.

“I miss my Tae when he isn’t around…”

Is it possible for a voice to be addicting? Taehyung swears the wind’s voice calms him. It’s silvery and alluring, a lullaby he could find himself falling into. He imagines himself falling asleep on a note, riding the soundwaves of the wind’s voice, ringing pure and cutting through the splash of waves meeting the dock. Sometimes, he wishes the wind would sing to him, knowing it would be a kind of heaven on earth if it did.

“I miss you, too. It’s hard making new friends. I can’t just talk to them about anything like I can with you.” He closes his eyes and feels the wind kiss each eyelid.

“You are my only friend,” the wind whispers, sounding so close that Taehyung thinks he can feel the wind swirl against the side of his face.

The air smells stronger now, a mixture of saltwater and petrichor. A cold front must be approaching. Taehyung worries it may rain again, but he doesn’t open his eyes to check. Something tells him not to, that it’s safer if he keeps them closed, though he doesn’t know why he’d need to be kept safe. Safe from what? The wind?

“Open your eyes, Taehyung,” the wind whispers softly, alluring, a temptation so sweet that Taehyung feels himself falling into it, “See me.”

“I’m scared,” Taehyung whimpers with a shiver. He tucks his hands between his thighs and holds his breath when he feels something caress his jaw, a light pressure like an index finger trailing from his earlobe to his chin.

“Why are you scared? I love you, my Tae.” The light touch sweeps back along his jaw and then trails down Taehyung’s throat until the collar of his jacket stops it. His wind loves him. “I would never hurt you. Now open your eyes.”

Cold hands gently cradle Taehyung’s face, palms to his cheeks. The hands are soft, slightly damp, and very much real. The wind can’t have hands, he tells himself. The wind is just wind. Taehyung’s stomach churns, tumbling like it does when his father’s boat hits a patch of rocky waves, sending fish flopping onto the bed of the boat and making Taehyung’s boots slide against the aluminum.

With his heart fluttering like a caged hummingbird, Taehyung slowly opens his eyes.

The wind is not air, but a young man with eyes a murky green like the sea who stares at Taehyung with parted glossy lips. Taehyung catches a glimpse of sharpened teeth behind those luscious lips, but he can’t focus on only one thing when there is so much of the man to take in. His shockingly white hair is messily braided with strips of seaweed and strings of pink pearls and draped over his shoulder – his naked shoulder – and Taehyung realizes the man is shirtless. Little jewels, pearls, and other shimmery gems decorate the man’s chest, outlining his sides until they reach his waist – covered in green scales that gleam despite the lack of sun. Taehyung inhales sharply when his eyes finally land on the sparkly fishtail draped over the side of the dock.

“I–” Panic swells in Taehyung’s chest. He gasps as though he’s been pulled underwater, the moisture in the air like the ocean in his lungs. “Who, who are you?”

“I am your wind, Taehyung,” the man says with a small smile. When he slides one hand up Taehyung’s face to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, he makes a sound like a cat purring. “But in the water, I am called Jimin.”

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispers. Jimin. It is such a soft name; Taehyung likes how his lips pucker when he says it. “Why didn’t you ever tell me your name? Why didn’t you show yourself to me?”

Jimin gives Taehyung a sad smile. “I was scared, too.”

Taehyung’s heart still beats frantically in his chest, but he calms down as Jimin plays with his hair, caressing and running his fingers through the strands. Jimin calls out Taehyung’s name, whispering it like a secret only they know, “My Tae, my sweet Tae, my precious Taehyungie, so happy to finally touch you.”

Taehyung finds himself closing his eyes and leaning into Jimin’s touch, letting out a quiet whimper when Jimin lightly scratches his scalp. Hypnotizing – the word bubbles up to the surface of Taehyung’s mind, his thoughts murky like the water beneath the dock. The wind, Jimin, is hypnotizing.

“Why?” Taehyung asks without explanation, but Jimin knows everything.

“I want to keep you.”

“Hmm?” Taehyung lifts his head, realizing he has rested it on Jimin’s shoulder. It’s comfortable in Jimin’s embrace, even though Taehyung’s pants are thoroughly soaked from rain and ocean water, and Jimin’s scales feel strange under his fingers when he skips them along Jimin’s waist.

“I want to keep you, my Tae. I can’t let you go.”

“Keep me where?” Taehyung asks with glossy round eyes. He points to the waves lapping at the dock. “In there?”

Jimin licks his lips, and Taehyung feels his stomach churn and dip like the climax of a rollercoaster or a freefall from a plane.

“Yes.” Jimin runs his thumb along the apple of Taehyung’s cheek. His touch is just as soothing as it is terrifying; Taehyung can’t comprehend how that is. “Will you come with me?”

Taehyung can’t. He can’t survive in the ocean; doesn’t his wind know that?

But there’s still the pull. The source of it sinks lower until it’s tugging at Taehyung’s belly, making him heat up despite the temperature quickly dropping around them. It’s almost night; he’s unsure if he has already missed dinner or if his mother is searching for him. Looking over his shoulder, he sees nothing– hears nothing but the chirp of gulls and the crash of waves.

“Taehyung.”

Jimin’s fingers curl around Taehyung’s chin and force Taehyung to face him again. The color of his eyes seems to have darkened with the sky, a light gray now when it was once green.

Taehyung’s name sounds so pretty, coming from Jimin’s pillowy lips, lips glossy and pink like the pearls in his hair, and the gems decorating his body.

Taehyung feels the pull, and he wonders if it’s Jimin giving him sealegs, even though they’re both sitting down. Something is terrifying about his beauty, something uncanny, like an android that looks a little too real, or the feeling you get when you realize a photograph is actually a painting – still beautiful but deceptive. There’s something scary about Jimin that Taehyung can’t fully understand before it slips through his fingers like sand.

Taehyung wants to kiss him.

“I want to kiss you,” he says, not knowing why he admits it out loud. He can’t stop himself from leaning into Jimin when he pulls Taehyung against him.

“My sweet Tae,” Jimin murmurs into Taehyung’s mouth.

Jimin’s tongue is slippery and tastes like saltwater, but it’s warm and deft as it flicks against Taehyung’s lips and slithers along Taehyung’s tongue. His hands tangle in Taehyung’s hair, yanking his head to the side to deepen the kiss. It’s fast and desperate, Taehyung moaning and gasping into Jimin and Jimin taking it with bites to Taehyung’s lips and groans of his own. Taehyung has never been kissed like this, held so gently but ravaged. His lungs burn as he drowns in his wind.

Taehyung groans when Jimin releases his mouth to suck on his neck, just above his jacket’s collar. Taehyung can do nothing but let Jimin pull his head back, and he watches the stars come into view when he’s laid flat on his back. Water soaks his hair, making the strands turn black, and Taehyung’s body shivers from the cold. Only his torso is relatively dry.

“Jimin,” Taehyung calls out, voice gravelly, nearly stuck in the back of his throat. “I can’t.”

I can’t survive in the ocean, he thinks, and can’t speak because Jimin suddenly straddles his thighs.

“Stay with me, Taehyung,” Jimin pleads, but it’s spoken with an authority Taehyung can’t imagine disobeying.

“Your legs,” Taehyung chokes and tries to push himself up on his elbows.

Gone is Jimin’s elegant tail. He has legs now, pretty legs with a smattering of green scales at his hips and along his calves. Jimin grips Taehyung’s hips with fingers that are greenish at the tips. His nails are sharpened into points and dig into his skin, even through his jacket.

“If you will not stay with me, let me give my Tae a gift,” Jimin whispers, his eyes sparkling like the ocean under the moonlight.

Taehyung nods quickly and squirms beneath him. “Something to remember you until I can visit again?”

Jimin licks his lips, eyes boring into Taehyung’s, and Taehyung gets another glimpse of sharp teeth. He rakes his nails down Taehyung’s body, from his hips to the tops of his thighs. Taehyung hears the denim rip and fray, but Jimin’s nails don’t break his skin.

“You’ll never forget me, my Tae.”

“Of course not,” Taehyung pants with a heaving chest. He feels wild, an animal taunted by the rattle of his ribs when Jimin suddenly shakes him.

“Your gift,” Jimin whispers as he leans forward, walking his green-tipped fingers up Taehyung’s torso until they’re hooked around his shoulders.

“My gift…”

Taehyung watches Jimin’s eyes change, shifting from gray to bright white, and his pupils turn into pinpoints.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid; I disdain all glittering gold,” Jimin sings softly as he yanks Taehyung into a sitting position and straddles his lap, “There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.”

The song sounds familiar, but Taehyung doesn’t know why. The memory sits on the tip of his tongue and dances to the haunting tune of Jimin’s cadence, just out of Taehyung’s grasp. He finds that it doesn’t matter – not the memory, nor anything else.

“His hair, it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him wherever he may go.”

Taehyung’s head lolls to the side. He no longer holds it up, just lets Jimin’s warm palms squeeze his cheeks to keep him upright. He goes where Jimin moves him, tips his head backward when Jimin wants to stare into his eyes.

“From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep, and moan, all for my jolly sailor, until he sails home.”

Jimin’s nails puncture Taehyung’s jacket. He hooks his fingers through the material as he wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist. Before Taehyung has the chance to do anything but let out a startled gasp, Jimin falls backward into the water, taking Taehyung with him.

There is no splash when their bodies slip past the ocean’s surface, only bubbles that pattern the otherwise still waters. The waves no longer lap against the Kim family’s dock. The wind no longer speaks.

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percervall · 11 months

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Just wanted to say I love your Daniel fic, and Lando’s part is perfect in it too. I can’t help but wonder if the roles were reversed….

oh anon, thank you so much! That means a lot to me 🧡 I absolutely adored writing this

Apparently my brain agreed with you, because I wrote this in an evening. Hope I did Lando justice in this

this love (is yours and mine)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader Words: 1241 Warnings: none

“You should tell her,” Daniel said, startling him from his thoughts as the Australian driver fell in step beside him.

“Tell her what?” Lando replied, an uncomfortable weight settling in his chest. He had a feeling where this conversation was headed.

“That you love her,” came Daniel’s answer, “because you do, right?”

“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lando muttered in response, feeling his cheeks heat up at the lie. Daniel grinned, seeing straight through him as he dodged the question.

“Yeah, thought so. Your face is an open book, mate. No poker face to speak of. How either of you haven’t figured out your expressions are identical is beyond me.”

That made Lando trip over his own feet, nearly sending him face first into the asphalt of the paddock.

“Wh-what?”

Daniel chuckled as he grabbed his arm to steady him.

“Mate, she looks at you the same way. All smiles and heart-eyes. It’s cute. Oh, to be young and in love,” he mused, the grin still in place as he now slung an arm around Lando’s shoulders.

“Sh-she does?” Lando couldn’t believe his ears. How had he not seen it? Had he been too busy trying not to look at her, not to make a fool of himself, whenever they spent time together? They’d been friends for the longest time and Lando had just sort of accepted that it would probably always stay that way, but this had pulled the rug from under him.

“100% mate. Like I said, you should tell her.”

Lando mulled it over, nervously chewing on the draw string of his hoodie. If he wasn’t so worried it would do irreparable damage to their friendship, he would. But why ruin the only stable thing in his life?

“I don’t know, Danny. She’s my best mate, why-... I can’t lose that, not now.”

“Listen, it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other,” Daniel said, holding the door to the McLaren motorhome open.

“Meaning?” Lando asked, confusion now added to the mix of emotions already swirling through his head. Daniel chuckled again.

“Meaning, either you do or you don’t,” he explained with a shrug, “but are you truly happy just playing it safe? Where has that ever gotten anyone?”

Lando knew he didn’t require an answer to that question. In their line of work it would always be nowhere. And if it wasn’t that it’d be P20. Daniel left him to stew on that as he climbed the stairs to the debriefing room. Lando sighed, hanging his head as he followed his teammate.

The meeting had been long and his brain felt completely frazzled by the end of it. None of the statistics retained and Lando was pretty sure he had blindly agreed to a strategy he had no way of recalling for tomorrow’s race. A part of him wondered whether it would’ve made a difference if he did, and then he chastised himself for even thinking that way. Scrubbing a hand across his face, he blindly followed the rest of the team downstairs, exhaustion taking hold of him. Lando heard her before he saw her, her laughter ringing out like a windchime in the gentle breeze. Carlos was leaning on the back of the couch as he talked to her, probably telling her yet another story about their shared time as teammates. A jealousy reared its head with a ferocity that left him reeling. Carlos was very happy with his long-term girlfriend, there was no need for him to feel this strongly about another man being friendly with her.

“Hey mate,” Carlos greeted him. She turned back around to face him and Lando was struck by how her expression changed when she laid eyes on him. Her smile widened, and her eyes softened as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Even dressed in one of Daniel’s enchante sweaters, a pair of faded jeans and beat up trainers, she still looked better than any of the celebrities milling about come Sunday.

“Hey,” she said, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.

“H-hey,” Lando managed to stutter, ready to blame the exhaustion if anyone were to comment on it.

“Carlos invited us to dinner, but if you’d rather order in…?” she trailed off. It squeezed his heart, her knowing him like the back of her hand to offer him an out.

“Uh, yeah, no, dinner- dinner’s.. great,” he fumbled, internally groaning at his own awkwardness.

“You okay?” Carlos asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Is Zak working you too hard?” he added in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I’m-.. Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lando muttered. Was he really going to do this? Lando knew that Daniel was right; whether he did or didn’t, it didn’t matter. He could either keep this buried for the rest of eternity and suffer the consequences or he could tell her and see where it would land him. What’s the worst that could happen? His brain helpfully supplied him with a long list, but he swallowed down the panic that rose in his throat at the sheer thought.

“I’m in love. With you,” he said, looking at his best friend since they’d been 16, “and I completely ge-..” Whatever he had wanted to say, died on his lips as she pretty much launched herself at him, pressing her lips against his. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, as his eyes fluttered closed. The world around them faded to the background as he kissed her back.

When they broke the kiss, Lando felt breathless, heart pounding in his chest as he looked at her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” she confessed, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, probably about as long as he has,” Daniel said from his spot next to Carlos.

“W-what?” she stammered, looking at the Australian with confusion written all over her face. Daniel and Carlos shared a look.

“Kids these days,” Daniel commented, earning him a chuckle from the Spaniard.

“He’s been in love with you for-.. Well, I think since always, no?” Carlos said, looking at Daniel for confirmation.

“Pretty sure since always, yes,” Daniel agreed with a nod.

“I’m such a muppet,” she groaned, burying her face in Lando’s chest. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he pulled back to look at her.

“Guess that makes two of us. Luckily we’ll have forever to make up for it,” he murmured, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She smiled back up at him, lifting up on her tiptoes to press another kiss to his lips.

“Oh my God, that was the cheesiest shit ever. Okay, come on lovebirds,” Daniel said with a roll of his eyes as he moved to the exit, but Lando could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’ll pay for dinner to celebrate Lando finally finding the cojones to tell her,” Carlos added.

“But no sushi, right?” Lando was quick to ask, taking her hand in his as they followed the two older drivers. Carlos just laughed, holding the door open for them.

“Right?” he repeated, eyes flitting between Carlos and Daniel.

“Don’t worry mate, I know a great restaurant. You’ll like it,” Carlos said, clasping him on the shoulder. Lando eyed him cautiously.

“Is it too late to back out of this and order in?” he whispered, turning to look at her, causing her to laugh.

Welp, my first Lando fic officially happened. Honestly it was only a matter of time. The devil works hard, but the Lando girlies work harder

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

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cevansbaby-dove · 8 days

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One more to love 🥰

Pairing: Chris and Ellie.

Warnings: sick Ellie. But this will be fluffy

Shout out to @angelbabyyy99 for requesting this!

I haven't felt good for weeks, headaches and now I rush into the bathroom to throw up my stomach contents. I place my hand on head. I don't feel sick...oh God.

I throw up once more and Chris's soft foot steps walk behind me. "I'm sorry babe I didn't mean to wake you" he kneels by me rubbing my back. "What's up baby? are you not feeling good?"

i sit on the ground. "Looks like it...but why? Chris I felt fine weeks ago why would I feel like this now?"

"I don't know why not head to the doctor today?" He rubs my arm as I lightly nod. "Sure" he helps me up and we walk back to the bed and Chris has he sit on it and he says. "Okay what did you want to wear today?"

I look up at him. 'baby i'm not dying just a bit sick" he smiles. "I know that Ellie I just want to help you out' he looks through my outfits and says pulling out a shirt and jeans. "this work?" I nod. 'Sure'

i get dressed and Ivy knocks on our door. "Mom dad i'm heading out for school"

Chris open the door. 'Ok mom and I are heading to the doctor, can you watch Matty and Ava?" She nods. "but they are old enough to keep an eye on themselves"

"ivy don't talk back to me or you can stay home" She scoffs. 'Fine" She walks away and I fix my hair and walk out. This is what Chris picked out for me.

I Sling my pure over my shoulder. "teens" Chris and I walk out and I smell coffee from chris's cup and I place my hand on my stomach and Chris says. "Ok ok now i'm worried!" We get to his car and he opens the door for me and I get in and he drives off to the hospital.

We walk in and talk to someone at the front desk and we wait a few minutes and then we walk into the doctor's office and I look at Chris. "What's if something wrong?"

Chris looks at me placing his hand on my knee. "I'm right here baby" I frown and nod.

The doctor walks in. 'Hello Ellie I hear you have been feeling sick for a about two weeks" I nod looking at her. "I don't know why it came on suddenly. I felt good for weeks before" Chris says. "She's worried"

The doctor looks at her laptop. "When was the last time you had your period?"

I think. 'I think about two months ago but I have had a lot going on so I thought it was from stress ya know I have two teens and a preteen" I laugh. She nods. "I see...have you and Chris been intimate around then?"

I look at him then at her. "About eleven days ago we were...what are you thinking?" Chris holds my hand and our doctor smiles. "I think I need to get you a pregnancy test we have in back let me go get it'

i feel my heart race. Four kids!? Oh God. I look at Chris and he is smiling. "Are you sure we really want another one?" Chris smiles. "Hey Ellie we'll take the test if it's not positive then that's ok..."

"But..I mean we talked about it but...Chris i'm not young" He laughs softly. "Neither am I" The doctor walks back in and says handing me the test. "here you go the bathroom is on the left down the hall"

I look at Chris and he says. "you want to take the test at home?"

"I was thinking it would be good" He nods taking my hand in his. "Sure dove"

We leave the office and head back home the whole way home my mind is racing.

4 kids? did I agree to this? I mean Chris does want a big family but...still..I look out the window of Chris's car and sigh.

We get home and Ava walks out of her room. "Hey mom, dad what's going on?" I look at Chris. "Um.." He smiles. "We'll tell you when we know for sure darling"

She nods. "okay well I have a math test I need to take so can it wait until after it?" I laugh lightly. "yes honey" Ivy walks into the living room. "So what's going?"

"We don't know yet Princess" I say in chris's ear. "We might" He smirks looking at me and I say. "i'll be right back"

I walk upstairs and into the bathroom and look at the test in my hands. Ellie...just take it, it won't hurt you to know for sure.

I look at myself in the mirror and start crying and I don't feel sad. Chris knocks on the door and opens it and rushes to me wrapping his arms around me. "hey shh" He rubs my back

I say through hiccups. "I...don't know...why i'm...cry...crying" Chris rubs my back. "it's alright" I look at him. "God i'm a mess"

Chris laughs lightly kissing my head. "but your still beautiful" I smile and we look at the test and Chris says. "Did you take it?" I shake my head. "I'm not ready to know what if I lose the baby? what if something happens and something goes wrong with me?"

Chris pulls me back into his arms. "Shh...don't have a anxiety attack on me babe" I feel safe with chris's arms around me so I close my eyes and he says. "take the test when you want too"

I suddenly feel sick again this time it's from his cologne, I push away from him and throw up into the toilet and Chris grabs a rag and wets it and then says kneeling by me. 'Here' I take it and dab my mouth. "Give me that test"

Chris takes the test out of the box and hands the stick to me and reads the paper.

"I know how to take it babe" I said smiling. Chris nods. "okay I can-"

"Hey dad grandma is here" Matty say through the door. Chris says. "Be right there" He looks at me and I smile. "I'll be fine" he kisses me and says. "be right back" I smile more and he leaves me to take the test.

After I take it I am pacing around and I rub my arms trying to stay calm. "Ellie if you are having another one we'll be ok...we can do this" I take a deep breath then flip it over my jaw drops.

"Wait Wait!" I say holding it closer to my eyes. I blink, it's a faint line....but it's there. I cover my mouth and hold tears back. Oh God.

I walk out of the bathroom and Chris is talking to his mother and she looks at me. "Hello Ellie Chris tells me your not feeling good is there anything you need?" I glance at Chris and say. "A bigger house?" Chris's jaw drops. "You took it?"

I nod. "it's faint but it's there" Chris scoops me up and kisses me and then says. "Your not joking with me?" I laugh and smile. "No i'm not"

Lisa says. "What's going on?" Chris says. "Where are the kids?" Ivy says. "what's going on?" Matty and Ava are in the kitchen studying. Chris smiles. "your going to have a baby sister or brother"

Lisa stands up and hugs me. "Congrats dear I am so happy for you" I hug her back and Ava says. "About time I am not the baby of the family!" Chris laughs and ivy says. "yes we didn't want you to be the youngest anyway"

I giggle with my arm around chris's waist. he kisses my head saying. "I love you so fucking much Misses Evans" I smile and say. "I love you too"

for six weeks I dealt with morning sickness and Chris has been there each and every time and I couldn't ask for anyone better to be there for me.

A/n:This was so cute to write!! thanks again for asking for this drabble.

tags:@cutedisneygrl @bookishtheaterlover7 @nicoline1998enilocin @katherineswritingsblog @patzammit @armystay89

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0423s-archived · 2 years

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10:20 am － lee chan (f)

you woke up feeling a heavy weight on your chest. with his arms wrapped securely around your waist, legs tangled with yours, you didn’t have to look down to know it was dino who had stolen your sleep. instead, you glanced towards the window, sighing in dismay at the brightness that peeked from behind the closed blinds. it was probably too late to go back to sleep anyways.

somehow, in the middle of the night, you had gravitated from your side of the bed to the middle. now, with dino on top of you, your phone that was charging on the night stand was far from your reach, leaving you with no way to check the time. thankfully though, you had nowhere to be today. both you and dino had a day off from work, perhaps why he was sleeping more comfortably than usual.

the deep breaths coming from his parted lips were warm against your skin. your fingers absentmindedly combed through his tousled hair, eliciting a relaxed hum from him. now that you were awake, your senses had come back to you. you were used to dino laying on top of you all the time, but your legs were starting to tingle under his weight because of the position you both were in.

wiggling your toes, you attempted to resume some minuscule amount of circulation so that they wouldn’t go numb. you didn’t want to wake dino up. he needed his sleep. but just as the sensation in your legs began to come back, your stomach rumbled awkwardly, making you cringe. it wasn’t everyday that you woke up feeling hungry. but it seemed today, your stomach wanted food worse than it previously ever had.

you prayed the sound hadn’t woken dino up. his ears were closer to your stomach than yours were. you held your breath, laying completely still for a minute. seeing as to how he didn’t budge, you could rest assured that he hadn’t been disturbed.

you enjoyed being held by him like this. it made you feel safe and protected. not to mention the way your heart felt all fuzzy too. you sighed and continued massaging his scalp, disregarding your desperate need for breakfast or a good stretch.

dino smacked his lips together, raising his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. his quiet breaths tickled your skin, making you squirm a bit. dino’s arms tightened around you, a smile tugging at his lips. “how long have you been up?” he mumbled, voice deep and groggy. snickering, you pressed your cheek to his forehead. “for a while now.”

he snuggled into you, craving your warmth. “your stomach keeps grumbling. you should’ve fixed yourself some breakfast,” he shared, biting his lip to stifle a chuckle. “you’re so silly y/n.”

heat rose to your face. well that sure was embarrassing. “i didn’t want to wake you up,” you defended, turning in his arms so that you were now facing him. he grinned at you, eyes barely open. “well i’m up now. so you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

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sky-casino · 9 months

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off the beaten path

pro hero!bakugo x journalist fem!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 613

a/n: requested by anon yesterday! hope you like it 😊

it's getting late into the night and you're reading a book on the bed that you share with your boyfriend-of-5-years—the pro hero dynamight—bakugo katsuki.

you flip a page as you enjoy the aromatherapy emanating by your lavender-scented candle, when you hear the door to your apartment open and close. he's finally home.

after quickly bookmarking page and putting down the book, you excitedly welcome bakugo home.

"woah. you look rough, as expected. i saw the news." you help him take off his coat.

"yeah. fucking villains took that entire cruise ship hostage."

"i wanted to go there and cover the incident so bad, you have no idea."

"absolutely not. you've been tirelessly working with almost no rest since i met you five years ago. we agreed that it's finally time for you to get a full rest for at least a year. you know that, babe." bakugo said, having to interrupt himself from removing his shoes to look you in the eye.

"yes, sir. i know that. but you have to understand, i'm a journali-"

"you're a passionate journalist who have put her own life at risk to cover and report happenings in real time. that's what made me fall for you, after all. remember when i had to save you a couple of times because you overstepped boundaries?" he smirked at you before sipping from his can of beer fresh from the refrigerator.

"yeah, i perfectly remember the times when the grumpy pro hero dynamight had to rush and save me." you say dreamily with your hands clasped on your chest, mimicking how disney princesses act and earning a chuckle from bakugo.

"come here." you pat the couch in front of you.

bakugo obliged without a word, only a smile. he knows it's his favorite part of the day.

you massage his shoulders slowly and with just the right amount of pressure, firm but gentle. the mesmerizing sensation causing bakugo to close his eyes.

he then took your left hand and brought it to his lips, holding it there for a full minute as he kissed it, inhaling its vanilla scent that came from your favorite hand lotion that he bought for you.

"you know i'm not the only one here who's been overworking. i listened to you when you told me to take a break, it's now your turn to listen to me. you should also take your own advice."

"pro hero work can't afford breaks, you know that." sleepiness evident in his voice.

"i'm not saying to take a long and complete rest like what i'm having currently, even just one week away from the city and the chaos would immensely rejuvenate you. i'll plan everything, don't worry. just tell me when you're free."

he gently taps your hands, wordlessly telling you that you can already stop the massage, he knows your hands are already starting to ache.

you snuggled next to him on the couch, reveling in his warmth and musky scent.

"hmm.. alright. okay. let's go to a beach next week."

you squeal and embrace him tightly. honestly, you didn't expect that he'd oblige so easily hence your excitement.

"great! leave everything to me. i'll pick the best beach for us. we'll go somewhere off the beaten path."

"i'm so lucky to have you."

you're taken aback by his words and you can't help but think that you're lucky too. lucky that you're the only one in this world who gets to see this soft, loving, and smiley side of the wild and loud pro hero dynamight.

"i'm lucky to have you too." you say before snuggling into his broad and sturdy chest.

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 4 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 11. aphrodisiacs

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “picture perfect”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ ivy was not expecting this little christmas get together to get all.. steamy.. but now he has you all to himself

pairing: iv (ivy) x gn!reader

a/n: he’s a slut and i want him

cw: nsfw content. aphrodisiac. there are aphrodisiacs laced in the drinks. dubcon-ish. both parties are affected by the aphrodisiacs. intense foreplay.

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“fuck what are you doing to me…? get over here. now.” —❤︎

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the nighttime bar was bustling with life. it was filled with a variety of many different people, having a good old time and using the night to unwind and just relax, drowning themselves in the rave of chaotic excitement.

christmas was a time for joy, but of course, there were always party animals that wanted to wallow their emotions into the empty sweetness of elicit liquor and frosted sugar pastries that the fancy, rich distilleries had to offer.

that’s where ivy found himself tonight.

accompanied by his lonesome self, he idly twirled a shot glass in his hand, watching the rich drink in the cup swirl around against the glass, keeping his fingers on the rim of it. ivy wasn’t so sure why he came here in the first place, especially on christmas evening of all days, where the party was high and people were rowdy. the guitarist wasn’t much of a party person to begin with anyways. but, his band mates wanted to come here to celebrate another successful year as a musical group, and of course, he couldn’t say no.

still, he’d much rather be home at the moment.

“still by yourself, ivy?”

that familiar voice snapped him out of his trance. ivy’s gaze lingered to your form, and he just let out a heavy sigh.

“you know i prefer to be away from the crowds.” ivy sighed, sipping a little bit of alcohol from his glass. “but i can’t say no to vessel. that big oaf he is.”

you chuckled and took a seat next to ivy, keeping your hands on your lap as you spoke to your fellow member, deciding to distance yourself away from the crowds for now.

“that’s sweet of you, vy. but really, you didn’t have to come out here if you don’t like parties.”

“nah, it’s the least i can do. i love you guys too much to say no to you.”

your heart warmed at the sound of ivy’s words. he was always so intricate and precise with his wording. he meant every sentence of that.

“thanks, ivy.” you thanked with a genuine smile.

underneath his mask, he smiled back. “anytime, y/n.”

you wished that ivy would show this sensitive, soft side to himself more often. it was really a beautiful sight, really. to see someone who’s usually super stoic, be all caring and watchful for those he loves. it was quite nice.

the two of you exchanged small talk for a bit, just talking about your most recent tour and how you’re both excited to get to work on the new albums and eps that vessel had planned for the next year. it was going to be one hell of a year to remember, that’s for sure. ivy was surprisingly a very pleasant person to talk to. he always had different topics to bring into the conversation, and he was just an easy person to chat with.

though, as the two of your exchanged pleasantries, sharing a couple of laughs here and there, the bartender slipped you both two alcoholic drinks in fancy cups. both of you raised your eyebrows at this, considering you did not order another drink, aside from the casual shots.

“sir? we didn’t order this.” you tried to correct, but the bartender only gave a coy smile.

“don’t worry, it’s on the house.” he winked. “consider it a … special holiday drink.”

you and ivy couldn’t even get another word in, because the bartender went off to do his work, serving other clients and customers that came in. the guitarist just side-eyed the bartender for a bit, before taking the time to observe the drink he was given. it was clearly alcoholic, and the rim of the class seemed to be lined with crystallized sugar. the actual liquor itself seemed to dawn a sunset-pinkish shade, with red and purple swirled into the liquid. ivy couldn’t tell what kind of alcohol it was, but he had guessed it to be some sort of vodka, mixed with another unknown drink.

ivy eyed the glass suspiciously. the drink looked pretty… almost too pretty for it to be just some casual alcoholic drink. though, his curiosity was piqued, and his mind wondered how the taste would pop in his mouth.

“strange… that guy was kind of weird, giving us a drink like that out of nowhere.” he chided, still holding his suspicions high as he observed the glass.

“yeah… but i haven’t had a good drink in a while.” you said with a curious voice, tilting your head as you brought the rim of the glass closer to your lips.

the two of you shared a look for a moment, thinking the exact same thing.

“how about it?” you asked. ivy pondered for a moment, before nodding.

“why not?”

the two of your clanked your glasses together, before downing the drink in one go. it tasted sweet, some of the crystallized sugars finding its way into ivy’s mouth and sizzling into a sugary delicateness that bursted with flavor. it tasted sweet… very sweet. ivy actually found the taste to be warm.. but that warmth went from his throat, to his stomach. slowly, it started to simmer into an uncomfortable warmth.

that warmth flowed throughout ivy’s body, and it soon become an itching hotness that clung to his skin. the guitarist’s eyes widened from the sudden feeling, and he could immediately feel himself sweating. he started to fan himself by flapping his shirt, trying to relieve himself of the uncomfortable heat that clung to his body like a parasite.

“what the hell…?” ivy practically panted out, trying to find a way to make himself feel better. “what the hell was in that drink?”

you nodded, arms heavily pressed against the bar counter as you groaned and panted, sweat beads sticking to your forehead. you were having the same problem as ivy.

“i don’t know… but i sure as hell feel so damn uncomfortable right now.” you gasped out, running a hand through your hair as you tried to maintain your composure.

ivy was about to agree with you, turning his head to meet your gaze, but the moment he locked eyes with you, its like the fire burned within him more brightly. he suddenly felt… needy, and just looking at you was enough to send his mind into overdrive. he was practically drooling over your form, aroused by the very sight of you alone.

what?

what was ivy thinking? why was he thinking this way? and why couldn’t he stop…?

“y/n…” he practically growled out. his hands moved to grip your shoulders, and you gasped from the sudden closeness. “stop that…”

your voice was quivering, and you leaned back against the bar counter. the surrounding people didn’t even matter anymore, it’s like it was just the two of you.

“stop what?” you practically stuttered out, feeling a familiar burning hot desire brew within you as you looked at ivy.

“that.” he rasped. “looking so damn… appetizing.”

you looked at ivy with wide, yet lustrous eyes. at this point, you both came to realize what had happened. the drinks you were given were laced with aphrodisiacs, of course they were. however, ivy couldn’t stop himself from what he was doing.

“fuck what are you doing to me…? get over here. now.”

his fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, and he slowly unbuttoned them while kissing your neck, not even caring about the people around you guys. besides, they were too focused on partying to see what you two were doing. you let out soft sighs of pleasure, but tried to snap back into your senses, trying to push ivy away despite your growing lust.

you gasped as you felt ivy start to bite and nibble your neck with his teeth, and his fingers trace over the exposed skin on where he unbuttoned your shirt. this was so provocative and risky, doing this out in public. you couldn’t even think straight, with how your mind was hazy with promiscuous desires, and ivy was only feeding into your fantasies.

“ivy…” you muttered our lustfully, moaning a bit loudly as he kissed your neck, jawline and face with deep, needy kisses.

“i need you.” he grunted. “i need you so badly. this heat, it’s so fucking uncomfortable. please… please let me touch you.. i promise i’ll make you feel good.”

ivy’s voice was desperate, almost like he was in pain. the aphrodisiacs that bastard gave him was making him so incredibly horny and hard. he couldn’t stop kissing you, trying to feel your skin on his.

fuck. you needed this too.

with a heavy sigh, you nodded, looking down at him with hearts in your pupils. “please take me.”

that was all the confirmation ivy needed, before he swept you away into a dark, secluded corner of the bar, away from the party.

from there, he could give you the fuck of a lifetime.

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inkluvs · 8 months

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ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)

sender, seeing that receiver is cold, wraps their jacket around them with rockstar!remus pretty please

stop here

moniqueee babe i hope u like this i miss remus so muchhh <3 tw: slightly tipsy reader ; pet names ; (0.4k)

remus lupin x reader

summer celly // masterlist // taglist

Your attendance at Remus’s shows is something the press seems to delve into too often; Analyzing your relationship and whether or not you’re together based on which dates you go to and which you don’t when in reality, the two of you had come to an agreement a while back.

Fuck the press.

Whichever dates you feel up for attending, you come to, and if you don’t, Remus meets you in the hotel. He never judges you for any decision at all. He knows how hard being under the public eye is and he wants you to have your peace. But when you do choose to show up, Remus makes the most out of it. He holds your hand as you jump to the music and pulls you on stage at the end, dipping you with his mic behind your back and his guitar slung behind his as he kisses you. The crowd goes wild.

Once your upright Remus waved goodbye, a dopey and kiss-drunk grin splitting his cheeks. The fans love the more vulnerable side of him. The side that only you brought out and only you had wholly. It was always a good show when you were there.

The drive home is always amazing. You’re always a bit tipsy, giggly, and touchy with Remus, breathing in the familiar scent of cedarwood and smoke as he loves on you.

“Did we do alright?” The words are hushed against your neck, falling from his lips in tandem with a purpling bruise on the tender skin.

You hum, though Remus isn’t quite sure whether it’s in agreement with him or if you’re humming along to whatever tape the driver had playing.

“Stop here.” The man hits the brakes suddenly and you fall forward, knocking your chin against Remus’s chest as he pulls you into him.

“Here? Isn’t your hotel a few streets down?”

“Getting some air.” He replied, handing the man a few bills.

A shiver rolls over your skin as you step out of the car and you lean into Remus’s warmth, stumbling down the street as the two of you gain your balance. His thumb runs up and down your arm, pausing slightly when he notices the bumps.

“You’re cold.”

“I am not.” You giggle. Remus’s shows were always sweaty, both for the band and the audience, so you rarely bothered bringing a sweater, figuring the adrenaline would keep you warm. It never did.

“Here.” His jacket, black and warm and just a bit too big for you, is draped over your shoulders, a comforting weight as you lean back into him.

“Smells like you.” You sniffle.

“I’d hope so, doll. Wouldn’t want it to smell like James now would I.”

You nod solemnly.

“Race you back?”

You were already halfway there.

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