#justin min fic

[plussizeappreciationfics]

One Shot: I wish I could take back my words

Pairing: Justin H. Min x Black Plus Size Reader

"You-you just don't understand..." Justin sighed in frustration, the room thick with the ongoing tension between you two. A delightful, relaxing afternoon of the two of you cooking together, talking for hours and making some sweet love now had turned into an argument.

It all had started with a joke you had giggled out, mentioned that Justin's racist fans would maybe try to boycott the final season of The Umbrella Academy due to him dating a gorgeous black woman like you. At first, you thought that he'd laugh along with you because the idea was actually funny but once you were met with Justin's cold stare, you knew that you might have struck a nerve.

A big one even.

"What don't I understand, Justin? It was a stupid joke, of course your show will air its final season. Hundred thousands of people are eagerly waiting for it. Netflix won't consciously fumble their bag like that..." you explained with a sigh, slowly getting annoyed too now.

The two of you were sitting on the couch, not cuddling anymore but shooting cold glares at one another now. You did miss the soft warmth of your boyfriend's chest, the soft thumping of his steady heartbeat near your ear.

"Babe, the joke is offensive. Imagine one of my fans saying that about you? Wanting me to dump you due to your skin color...".

Your eyes widened at this statement while a dark cloud of anger started bubbling in your stomach.

"Wow" you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief while clenching your jaw. "Would you dump me for your fans?". The question shot out of you before you could even realize it. Your boyfriend blinked in shock as his cheeks suddenly changed into a soft pink shade. He didn't say a word.

Justin was prone to blushing for 3 reasons:

1. Embarrassment

2. Sexual arousal

3. Being caught doing something

Your eyes didn't leave his rosy cheeks as he suddenly struggled to create a sentence, tumbling over a few syllables as his eyes avoided your face.

"Talk to me..." you whispered, an uneasy feeling now creeping under your skin, a part of you wanting to run and hide but this was not the time for such foolery.

"I-I wouldn't...", your boyfriend hushed in a whisper so light, you easily could've overheard it.

"But..?" , you added.

"I've been having some doubts." , Justin finished. It was quiet after his statement as you needed a few seconds to actually chew over his words. This was new. Not once had you noticed or thought about your lover having doubts about your relationship. About you.

"My love" he gently whispered, panic slowly rising within him. This was not how he had planned to address his fears. The sight of you sitting there, shocked and speechless was very unpleasant. He knew that he had hurt you. He knew that he had reacted in the wrong way.

"What are your doubts about?" you asked, fixing your eyes back to his face while your heart sounded in your chest. Your fingers automatically started to tap softly against your thick thighs, a habit you had when you felt hurt or vulnerable.

"What if my fans could never accept our relationship? I've never dated outside my race and don´t get me wrong (Y/N)- I love our relationship...But I also feel like I´ve somehow turned my back towards like....my people...you know?", Justin finished, anxiety seeping through his body like a massive tidal wave. He had finally voiced his deepest worries and based off the look on your face, he knew that he had also hurt you.

All you could do was blink slowly, his words replaying themselves in your head. The painful pressure you felt in your chest was hard to ignore, the lump forming in your throat very hard to swallow. You were hurt, deeply.

"If...If you-", you could barely form a sentence. This wasn´t your first interracial relationship, you had gained enough experience to feel secure about yourself and your cultural background. But this was new.

"If you feel worried about turning your back on your people, then maybe you shouldn´t be with me..." you whispered, the words slowly killing you inside while you quickly got up in search for your shoes and purse. The need to just disappear growing by the second while you were frantically looking for your things.

"(Y/N), baby it wasn´t meant like that" Justin´s voice sounding higher than usual, he had shot up from the couch and was following you like a dog that had lost its owner. His eyes teared up while he desperately tried to get a hold of your arm, almost sobbing on the spot when you hissed and finally had put your shoes on, now looking for your damn purse.

I should have never said anything, you stupid idiot. Justin thought to himself. He wished that that he had never hushes a word. He couldn´t stand the thought of the two of you breaking up. You were the best thing that had happened to him. He had fallen for you the second his friend Emmy had introduced the two of you. Hell, the love you had blessed his life with was too good to be true, so good that his insecurities tried to sabotage it. Now, the consequences of his stupid actions were creeping up on him.

"Justin" you whispered in pain when he tried to hug you, the tears now having made their way down his soft cheeks. He was holding your hands, swallowing the pain while staring so sadly into your beautiful eyes, he was silently begging you to stay. All you could do was shake your head and mumble a soft "I don´t want you to feel bad for dating outside your race. Stay dating inside your group of people", and with that you quickly made your way out of his apartment, holding back the tears while you quickly made your way to your car and drove away, while your now ex-love was staring defeated into the space you were just standing in, slowly sinking to his knees as a soft sob left his mouth....

...Part 2?

-Emmanuelle♥️

[ded-and-gonne]

WIP Wednesday or Thursday

WIP Wednesday: Devil’s Night (Part 6)

Starring Klaus Hargreeves & Evil Ben

And here you thought the Devil’s Night story was over, by virtue of that two-paragraph ending that conveniently saved Evil Ben, who then saved Klaus. Oh hells no, it isn’t that simple. They still have a dead puritan in their garden who expects Klaus & Ben to go find him a key. A key made by the ancient King Solomon. Also, a quick reminder that we’re dealing with a narrator who thinks they’re smarter than they actually are. Without further ado, here’s a snippet from the opening scene of Devil’s Night Chapter 6.

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“A book?!” Evil Ben rages with lots of anger. “A book? A book. A fucking book? It’s a fucking book, Klaus. [Arrrrrrgh!]” Or however you spell all the vocalizations Ben is making rn. The bookstore’s high ceilings reverberate with angst.

“A book? That’s all? That’s great!” Klaus enthuses. “Thank heavens it’s not an actual key! Keys unlock bad stuff. Books are way safer than keys.” (In what universe, Klaus? It’s known to science that books are dangerous.)

“Heavens to Betsy Benji, you had me worried there for a second.”

“Me. I had you worried,” replies Ben, dumbfounded. Which reaction increases every time Klaus blithely blorps another mouthful of clear, viscous ghost mucus into his ghost goo spittoon, so quickly forgetting why he’s blorping into his ghost goo spittoon to begin with. “Zero self awareness. None,” says Evil Ben.

Pots, kettles, hypocrisy about lacking self awareness. You should be rolling your eyes by now.

Klaus pauses to consider Ben’s expression, and foresees the thunderclap-back of rage that will inevitably be unleashed upon his own pretty head if he doesn’t amend his words. “And by you having me worried, I actually mean that ghost dick outside in the dark. Obviously.”

“Moron.” That was Ben, but you already knew that.

Klaus blorps daintily. (What? It’s possible.) “Don’t distract me, Benji, this is serious. Should we be generous of spirit and offer up the fact that this ‘key of skin and bone’ is not a key at all but just a book? It doesn’t seem like the pickled puritan buried in the garden is hip to the fact that it’s not a key, daddy-o. Nor is it skin and bone. It’s paper, and other things. 300 years waiting for a key that doesn’t exist. Boy is he gonna be disappointed.”

Ben appears to enjoy this idea. “I hope I get to see his face when he finds out. Can you make that happen?”

Klaus continues, “Or maybe he’d like us to get a copy of the key made. We can print one on demand from that guy on the corner. You know the one — the cute one. Anyway, it’s not like a book ever hurt anybody.”

“How have you managed to live this long?” Ben asks, as he enjoys his favorite pastime: belittling everyone’s intellectual capacity. “Klaus-“

Klaus cuts him off. “And anyway, Ben, my corporeal cherub and not-brother in arms. If we can get a copy, then surely anybody can get a copy. They could come here and get it. We are booksellers after all, babe. We do offer that sort of thing. Actually, that very thing. I could just sell him the one in your hand. It’s for sale right now.”

Ben pinches the bridge of his nose in forebearence. He’s still riding the elusive high of caring about somebody. “I'm a corporeal cherub? Try not trying so hard Klaus, it’s embarrassing. Just because I gave you a dictionary for our birthday doesn’t mean you should go around using it.”

“But Bennerino, I’m attempting to improve myself. I thought that was what you meant when you told me I suck and then handed me a dictionary. By the way, Bennerino, just a quick note: there are tons of official synonyms for ‘suck,’ ‘idiot,’ and ‘moron.’ You could stand a little improvement in that insult-archive you have hiding up there in that Evil little skull of yours.”

“My-“

Klaus is pointing at Ben with a finger swirling circles. “Sh! Don’t interrupt, Ben, I’m on a roll.” Klaus wishes he could use that finger to boop Ben on the nose, but they’ve been getting along so well in the aftermath of that horrible experience they just survived — the one with the possession and the rescuing. He fears that Ben’s goodwill (now that there’s confirmation that Ben’s goodwill exists) will suddenly go poof and dissipate like a ghost.

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Catch up: Devil’s Night Chapter 1 || Prev: Chapter 5

Or start with their origin story: Ded & Gonne Chapter 1

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[firstpersonnarrator]

All gifs by @salvador-daley

I finally have enough content to warrant a masterlist. I feel real now.

Ded & Gonne: @ded-and-gonne A tua fanfic starring Klaus Hargreeves, the Bens, and a building. Looking for gen fic? Dead & Gonne is the one for you. Latest Post: Chapter 5: A mazement

Simon x Billy: @simon-x-billy We’re going to Italy, which is a sexy country. Stars 2 boys you don’t need to recognize to love. lgbtqia+ m|m Looking for NSFW? Simon x Billy is for you. Currently participating in @yearoftheotpevent . Latest Post: Ch. 12: Attack of the tiny flying human (New!)

Ded & Gonne

All Ded & Gonne works are genfic without exception.

TWs: Klaus only dies if he really needs to. I have no plans to kill Bens.

Chapter 1: Mean Ben

Chapter 2: Got Ghosts?

Chapter 3: Klaus and Benny sittin in a tree, but strictly fraternaturally

Chapter 4: You, Klaus. You saved the world.

Chapter 5: The Eventuality of Evil loop

Chapter 6: The Evil Lair

Ded & Gonne was originally born for tua Masked Author 2022.

Devil’s Night

Don’t feel like catching up on D&G from the beginning? This is a great place to dive in.

Halloween miniseries with major plot developments for D&G

Chapter 7: Devil’s Night Part 1: Afraid of the Dark

Chapter 8: Devil’s Night Part 2: The descent

Chapter 9: Devil’s Night Part 3: The sub-sub-basement

Chapter 10: Devil’s Night Part 4: Somebody’s in the garden

Chapter 11: Devil’s Night Part 5: A mazement

Chapter 12: Devil’s Night Part 6: WIP!

The Devil’s Night miniseries was originally born for Sheehalloween 2022

header by @circumstellars

Simon x Billy

Simon x Billy is NSFW beginning at Chapter 8.

Brokenhearted boy from Brooklyn on depressing vacation to Italian Riviera meets Irish lad with secret past. TW: m|m first-time.

Purple Demon smut ranking, because they’re horny little devils.

Chapter 1: Where’s Giuseppe WTF?

Chapter 2: The European Plug Situation

Chapter 3: My red stripe of pain

Chapter 4: You’re too pretty, go’way

Chapter 5: Are you alive?

Chapter 6: You look good. What happened?

Chapter 7: Where’s the helipad

Chapter 7.5: She’s formidable

Chapter 8: This is the beginning 😈 very, very tame

Chapter 9: So that happened 😈 very, very tame

Chapter 10: Let the slings and arrows commence

Chapter 11: Whatever you say, Ma

Chapter 12: Attack of the tiny flying human 😈 half a demon

Chapter 13: wip!

Begun for Sheehanksgiving 2021 || Chapter 12 begins submissions for the Year of OTP 2023 event

© 2020-2023 firstpersonnarrator. I do not consent to my works being edited, reposted, performed, or translated.

[zoomerel]

intro ,,

looking for some moots who happen to like the same interests as me!

tan . 16 . she ,, her . yes, i role-play ! dm me to roleplay

🛼 stranger things 💿,, joseph quinn ,, maya hawke ,, sadie sink ,, joe keery ,, finn wolfhard ,, millie bobby brown ,, priah ferguson ,, winona ryder ,, david harbour ,, gaten matarazzo ,, dacre mongemery ,, stranger things fics ,, yes i do roleplay this fandom.

⚡umbrella academy ☂ ,, robert sheehan ,, justin h min ,, elliot page ,, emmy raver lampmen ,, tom hopper ,, rita arya ,, david castaneda . yes i do roleplay this fandom

+ adding more when i'm not tired.

comment 'read' if you've seen this

[yup-thats-me]

MASTERLIST

RULES

IN All MY FICS THE READER USES SHE/HER PRONOUNS

JOHNNY DEPP

INSTAGRAM AU

Johnny Depp Instagram au #1

Johnny Depp social media au#2

Johnny Depp Instagram au #3

Johnny Depp Instagram au #4

HEADCANON

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

But he's me

summary:Johnny gets jealous when you say Captain Jack Sparrow is maybe a better kisser than him

Mine. Only mine

(SMUT)

summary: when one editor of your upcomming erotica novel is being overly flirtatious with you, it makes Johnny fuck you in the washroom

Unconditionally || Johnny Depp X plus!size!reader

summary: Johnny x reader with an age gap?

Meant to be || Johnny Depp x model!reader

summary: when model!reader is sad that Johnny can't come to her show at the Carrousel du Louvre, her gang and Johnny has a way to cheer her up

To be with you

(SMUT)

summary: They used to be best friends, but they lost touch after he married, mostly because his wife didn’t want him to be near her and reader didn’t like her either (she saw her true colours but knew Johnny wouldn’t listen). After his divorce he tries to find her and resume their friendship, although both of them are deeply in love with each other, neither of them act on it (she especially because she’s very different from the women he usually dates). One night, he appears in front of her door and they catch up, and passionate love ensues

Hair Love

summary: imagine having tough luck with your hair but fortunately, Johnny's there to rescue

Lifeline

summary: when Johnny is slowly loosing hope, you remind him you're there for him

Yellow

summary: Johnny had a nightmare :(

Baths and Care

summary: you help Johnny rewind after a hard day by running him a bath :)

Surprise puppies

summary: your dog, Daisy, is unexpectedly pregnant.

(?) Johnny Depp

(SMUT)

summary: dominate smut where they go multiple rounds

KEANU REEVES

Take care of you

summary: you're on your period and Keanu's there to help you through it

Pregnancy Hormones || husband!Keanu Reeves x pregnant!wife!reader

summary: your hormones are acting up

Prom Date || Tommy Warneki x reader

FLYING/DREAM TO BELIEVE (1986)

summary: even if your bullies, Leah and Stacy, try to ruin your prom night with Tommy, they can't cuz Tommy's here :)

JOHN WICK

Midnight Love

summary: when John keeps on comparing you to Helen, you burst

OSCAR ISAAC

ONE-SHOTS

Professor, please || professor!Oscar x student!reader

(SMUT)

summary: when your history professor sees you're falling behind in classes he has a way to punish you

Familia • husband!dad!Oscar x wife!mother!reader

summary: your husband and your six months old daughter crashes your meet and greet with a surprise visit during your tour :>

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

INSTAGRAM AU

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #1

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #2

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #3

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #4

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #5

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #6

HEADCANON

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

Birdhouse

summary: you and Timmy make a birdhouse together

Hope you're happy, but don't be happier

summary: Timothée did what you thought he'd never do. He cheated.

Movies and Cuddle nights

summary: Timmy being clingy after reader comes home from a day out with Saorise and Zendaya

No scars to your beautiful • Timothée x chubby/plus size reader

summary: after a dinner with your family made you eat lesser and lesser. Timothée being the protective and supportive boyfriend he is, he has to take the matter in his own hands.

Notice me

summary: fic based on the song Notice me by ROLEMODEL and BENEE

Flower Fields

summary: Timmy takes you to a flower field where you make him a flower crown

TOM HIDDLESTON

INSTAGRAM AU

Tom Hiddleston Instagram au #1

HEADCANONS

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

Happy birthday, my love

(SMUT)

summary: you give Tom a bj on his birthday

Stuffie Shopping || daddy!Tom X little!reader

(dd/lg themes)

summary: daddy!Tom takes you to buy some new stuffies

Cuddles please

summary: a very tired Tom needs his daily dose of cuddles from his darling girl

Our dreams • Tom x wife!pregnant!reader

summary: your dreams of having little Tom's and you's running around, are coming to be

The Night We Met

summary: the night we met. Quite literally.

Christmas trees

summary: you two decide what type of Christmas tree to get

Christmas carols

summary: Tom sings carols to see a smile on your lips

Pets can help!

summary: your two canine friends help you and Tom make up after your break up

Funfairs

summary: you both went to a funfair and had fun. Honestly that's all I could sum up

THOMAS BRODIE-SANGSTER

INSTAGRAM AU

Thomas Brodie-Sangster Instagram au #1

Fc: Demet Ozdemir

•••

[salvador-daley]

I wish you would write a fic where... Klaus either begins mourning Umbrella Ben and the silence he's left behind, or Klaus thinking about and comparing the two Bens? I love angst and gallows humor lol

Sucker punch

A Klaus Hargreeves minific

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write. Really got the, ahem, juices flowing. Angst in abundance here. Thanks so much for the request @hucklebunny, you’re a star. ❤️❤️

Warnings: None

Words: ~600

He orders a vodka but when Chet places his drink on the bar, it’s accompanied by a makeshift cold compress - a handful of ice wrapped in a restaurant napkin.

“For your face,” Chet says, gesturing at Klaus’ fat lip, which feels like it’s becoming fatter by the minute.

Klaus’ fingers seek out the flesh; swollen and slightly more tenderised than before. Not the first time Ben has socked him in the mouth, but certainly the hardest. When did that asshole learn how to throw a punch?

“Thanks. Put it on my tab will you, Chet, my good man?”

Klaus tips the brim of his hat at the old fart who seems to serve every function in this hotel: bartender, receptionist, bellboy. Marriage counsellor. Keeper of secrets. Turner of blind eyes.

Chet treats Klaus to a half-eyeroll and then slinks away to tend to his lobsters in their tank behind the bar.

Future Klaus will have to worry about closing that tab. Present Klaus will press this ice pack against his maxilla and attempt to drown his sorrows until that time comes.

Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt so much if it had come from someone else. The big guy maybe, or the one with the birds. But it was Ben who had hit him. His Ben. A new, grumpier Ben with a chip on his shoulder and a cool facial scar.

But it was still Ben.

Wasn’t it?

Okay, so maybe Klaus had been a little over-excited to see him. But can anyone blame him? Klaus thought he was dead.

Well, he was dead, previously. But really dead this time - dead and gone. Poof. Into the ether, never to be seen again.

How was Klaus supposed to know his own brother wouldn’t remember him? Him, Klaus - the one whose every waking moment Ben has spent the last 16 years haunting?

Maybe you’re not as memorable as you think you are.

That’s what he would say, if he were here. Or, if not that, some other jibe or sarcastic aside.

God, how Klaus misses that miserable little bastard.

Klaus can barely remember a time when Ben wasn’t just there; following him around, providing unwelcome commentary on everything he did.

Klaus, don’t do that. Klaus, don’t sneak ketamine into rehab. Klaus, don’t set the church on fire. Klaus, don’t drive a golf cart through a Walmart window.

A fat lot of good any of that did. Klaus did all those things and more with Ben looking on with that trademark shake of his judgemental little head.

God, how Klaus misses that shaking head.

That sanctimonious flick of his eyes.

That huffy sound he used to make when he was really frustrated.

Klaus takes a sip of his drink and winces at the sharp pain in his face.

No. That was not his Ben back there. That was someone else. Some imposter or apparition. A freaky funhouse mirror version of Ben with a pissy attitude and a bad haircut.

And that was not his father proffering Dutch butter cookies in a blue tin, either. Reginald Hargreeves’ tins contained only knuckle dusters and pliers for removing teeth. And he never shared shit with anyone, not even the answers to the most fundamental of questions.

And if Dad is not Dad and Ben is not Ben, then what else is different? Who else is reflected in those wavy mirrors? What other possibilities does this new timeline hold?

His mind wanders. A semi-formed thought drips from his ear and snakes across the bar. It makes a trail to the floor and extends a long, pointed finger under Klaus’ barstool. And with it, it taps him - tap-tap-tap - on the heel of his boot.

“Time to stop moping, cowboy,” says Diego, landing a heavy palm on Klaus’ shoulder. “Luther got Chinese, do you want some?”

“Moo shu pork?” Klaus asks, hopeful.

Diego nods. “Yeah, we got you moo shu.”

Klaus raises his fists in a “Yay!” and jumps down from the bar.

The boot can wait. For now.

All these time travel shenanigans have given him quite the appetite.

Tagging your asses, now you’re it: @badsext @seanfalco @softforklave @neist @purblzart @maerenee930 @firstpersonnarrator @allisoooon @cemeteryklaus @super-unpredictable98 @courtneytarynofficial @mokolataddict @pickledbeefwastaken @love-is-dirty-baby @rina-cydonia @inspiremeandsetmefree @jender123 @vonkimmeren @sylvertyger @hucklebunny @rob-private @pietro-t1me @not-oscar-wilde @squishitude

[avmisworld]

BTS when you argue/fight:

Seokjin:

I feel like Seokjin is the type to not be reasonable at all when the two of you get into a heated argument, although you almost never do, considering that Jin is so easy-going and humorous. The only thing he'll be thinking about at the moment is to shove every bad thing you've ever done in the past in your face lmao. He won't shout or anything, but he'll raise his voice and act all sassy. He's also the type to regret everything he said and did a few minutes after the argument ends. He's not really stubborn or proud when it comes to these situations, so he'll probably be quick to apologize, breathing out in relief when you say you forgive him, before pulling you in for a warm, loving hug.

"What do you mean you didn't know? This is just like the time you "accidentally" put my favourite socks in your drawer!"

Yoongi:

Honestly, even when you and Yoongi do have serious arguments, they're probably not really heated. Despite what some people might say about Suga's scary/ominous looking persona, he's probably the type of boyfriend to hate it when you're mad at him, or the opposite. I can see Yoongs as the kind to be pretty sensible when it comes to fights, patiently listening to what you have to say and trying to understand your side even when you're not being as mature and patient as him. Because he's so careful to not start arguments, when the two of you do fight, he usually wins lol. But if he's in the wrong, he'll be quick to apologize, wanting to make up as quickly as possible.

"I know that you're upset right now, but we won't be able to solve this if you won't talk with me."

Hoseok:

I feel like you and this fluffball wouldn't get into fights almost at all, considering how sweet and lovable J-hope is. Like, I can't even imagine being mad at him lol? But if you do, and especially if you're in the wrong, don't expect to see your usual sunshine... If Hobi is pissed at you, he'll be rather cold and firm, but also impatient, sometimes unable to listen to you till the end because you're just so wrong and why can't you see it ugh. But thankfully, your boyfriend is still the best boy there is, so he will never raise his voice or say hurtful words on purpose, simply choosing to take a little break to calm himself down before going back to acting normally, pressing little kisses all over your neck as silent apologies.

"I can't even believe what you're saying, can't you see you're not making any sense?"

Namjoon:

I can't be the only who's heart hurts at the thought of fighting with Namjoon TT. But anyway, fighting with RM will also be a pretty rare cause (I know I've been saying that about them all, but what can I say, they're too freaking good). I can see him as being such a reasonable person, always thoughtful and thinking about your feelings. When you do get into a fight, Namjoon will be quiet and sensible, explaining to you his side and trying desperately to get you to understand, or the opposite. He might get frustrated if he feels like the two of you aren't able to communicate properly, but he'll still stay rational. At the end, he'll make sure everything is okay between the two of you, checking with you for the hundredth time before pulling you in for a long, comforting hug.

"I just feel like I can't understand you, please help me understand Y/N."

Jimin:

Although Jiminie isn't one to start an argument, it might be easy to get him there. I feel like Jimin is a very affectionate person, especially when it comes to you, and he's very influenced by your moods, so if you're going to be pissed and rude, well, you sort of asked for it. Fighting with Jimin is not a nice experience. I can see him as the type to raise his voice without even realizing, because he just wants you to understand that he's right, and he might say a few things he'll regret later, his words coming out harsher, but he'll never call you names or disregard you in anyway. He does have the scariest facial expression when mad tho omg. But he'll also want to reach a resolution, even if the two of you are shouting, and after you'll find it, he'll be cuddlier and clingier than ever, whining about how much he missed you uwu.

"I don't understand why you're acting like this! If it really bothered you this much you could've told me before!"

Taehyung:

Fights will Tae will usually start with something he said that was taken out of context, or something you did that pissed him off. Tae is really obvious when he's mad, he's straight up petty and making these really sassy facial expressions lmao. But he'll also be super emotional in a fight, he hates fighting with you and it hurts him when you get into these situations. I can see him as the type to raise his voice at the start, answering sarcastically and just being childish in general, but then he'll just breakdown in the middle. After he'll start crying he'll stop being mad and he'll be more sad, dropping his whole act and asking you to figure it out with him. And because you want to make up just as much as him, you'll talk it out, saying sorry and going back to being crackheads in love lol.

"Well, I'm sorry that you can't understand, but that's not my problem."

Jungkook:

Jungkook will be super scared to start arguments with you, wanting to avoid anything angsty and just live a comfortable life. So when he does get pissed at you, or the opposite, he'll try to just cool down instead of confronting you, giving you the silent treatment and pretending like nothing happened until he feels like the two of you are over it. On the other hand, if you do force him to talk about it, he'll be super sassy and will give you attitude, especially if you're the one in fault, but it's only a poor attempt to hide his pain and hurt. I can see Jungkook as the type to escape to the BTS dorm and vent out his frustration and sadness at the members, letting their words encourage him before going back home to you, ready to put his ego aside.

"Oh, right, I forgot that guy is just your bestfriend. Must be why he asked you out on a date yesterday."

[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {9}: Shawty, With You

Previous: May All Your Christmases Be White

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Swearing! Kissing!

Summary: Yoongi’s been too nervous, and awkward, and embarrassed, to kiss you. With a nudge from his friends, will he finally do it? 

          Yoongi moves absentmindedly through the Christmas party. It’s a mix of who’s who in the music scene, a wanna be Quincy Jones Grammy party outfitted with the hottest celebs, elves and a high society mall Santa. Somewhere in the mix of celebrities and B-listers, Yoongi knows, is you.

           You, no doubt dressed in an ethereal holiday outfit, make up flawless and striking, resembling something straight from Euphoria, and if he knows you, laughing. God, Yoongi loves your laugh, the trill notes you hit in your giggle, the way your smile showed your double set of dimples, chocolate eyes squinting as you lost yourself in bliss. The smile you made when you’d calmed down, not gummy like his, but dazzling, blinding, Helen of Troy sent men to war over her beauty, and if you were any less otherworldly, you could destroy the galaxy.

           “You have to talk to her,” Namjoon urges, moving to stand next to Yoongi.

           “I don’t even know if she’s here,” Yoongi says, eyes scanning the crowd.

           “Text her,” Namjoon says.

           “No,” Yoongi shakes his head.

           “Make a move before she finds someone else to kiss at midnight,” Namjoon takes a sip of his drink, eyebrows raised. “I’m right.”

           “Namjoonie, leave me alone,” Yoongi blushes, gently shoving his maknae.

           “At least come dance with us,” Namjoon nudges him towards the dance floor, and he resigns himself to partake.

           “Let me get a drink first,” Yoongi counters, and reluctantly Namjoon allows Yoongi out of his sight.

           Drifting to the bar, Yoongi bumps into a countless number of celebrities, all looking at him with confusion and recognition in their eyes. They can tell he’s important, the way he holds himself, the manner he’s dressed… It screams of his status, but they can’t place him. K-pop absolutely, but which group? And after they determine the group, which member? Yoongi appreciates his anonymity, though racist, as he brushes against Jimin at the bar.

           “Suga-hyung!” Jimin calls, smile dancing on his lips. He wraps his arm around his shoulders, dragging him to the front of the line with him.

           “How deep are you?” Yoongi asks, laughing at the blatant intoxication of Jimin and Jungkook.

           “Get on our level!” Jungkook yells, giggling immediately as the words fall from his lips.

           “Fine,” Yoongi orders three shots, tosses them back and turns to his maknae. “Happy?”

           “Let’s dance!” Jimin calls. He takes the hand of each man and guides them to the dance floor. An EDM version of Last Christmas fades as a dance-pop remix of Jingle Bell Rock takes its place. The seven men have a way of finding each other regardless of circumstance, regardless of the crowds around them… Their hearts beat together. Tonight, though hammered nearly into oblivion, they’ve managed to find one another on the dance floor. To say they’re a spectacle would be an understatement. It’s hard to dance anywhere when Jimin, Ho-Seok, Taehyung and Jungkook could wipe the floor with anyone that tried, and tonight is no different.

           They laugh and sing as they groove, only stopping when Yoongi stands still, eyes staring at a figure in the distance.

           You’re laughing with some guy he doesn’t recognize, the light of the nearby Christmas tree illuminating your dimples, gold eye liner striking a contrast against your warm skin. Yoongi doesn’t realize he’s staring until Taehyung is in his face, drunken smile dancing on his boxy lips.

           “Yoongi-ah go say something,” Taehyung urges.

           “He’s too scared,” Ho-Seok adds.

           “Just remind her how handsome you are… Oh wait, that’s me!” Jin laughs at his bad joke, which elicits an eyeroll from Namjoon and a giggle from Jimin.

           “She doesn’t care,” Yoongi shrugs, ear trying to make out the new song the DJ is scratching.

           “That’s a lie and you know it, she likes you,” Taehyung teases.

           “How would you know?” Yoongi questions, eyes suspicious.

           “Get her under the mistletoe and find out!” Taehyung turns from him, laughing with Ho-Seok as they begin some choreography he doesn’t recognize.

           “Oo, kiss her underneath the mistletoe!” Jungkook says, his mind catching up to what Taehyung had suggested.

           “That’d be so romantic,” Jimin adds.

           “Then you’d know,” Namjoon says. He glances past Yoongi at you. You’re stunning, merriment pouring from you like light from the angels. He knows Yoongi is smitten, the flirting and banter you’ve exchanged over the last few months, the dates that haven’t quite been dates, the longing stares and gentle touches Yoongi hoped he hadn’t dreamed… Namjoon had seen it all. He hoped that being in LA for the holidays would spur his hyung on, give him the courage to seal the deal or be gently rejected, and here he stood, at the hottest Christmas party of the season, standing, staring, unmoving.

           Namjoon turned to his brothers, and in a quick huddle they hatched a plan. Yoongi wasn’t clueless, but he could be misdirected, especially when he was drunk, especially when you were involved.

           Guiding Yoongi back to the bar, Namjoon turned quickly into the crowd, leaving Yoongi alone. Annoyed, he started walking back to the dance floor, only to be grabbed by Jimin who said Namjoon was at the other bar, on the opposite side of the room. Nodding, Yoongi started making his way through the crowd to the opposite side, only to be distracted by Taehyung and Jin, laughing uproariously, guiding him towards the buffet and away from the bar. Somewhere between the buffet and circling around the pool, Yoongi is left alone, taking in his surroundings.

Where the fuck is he?

           He turns to walk back the way he came, bumping into you. In the distance he sees Namjoon and Ho-Seok, giving him a thumbs up. He suppresses his instinctive eye roll.

           “Fuck,” He says, arms intuitively wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling.

“Sorry,” He breathes.

           “It’s o- Min Yoongi,” You smile, lipstick still impeccably placed. “Funny running into you here.”

           “I, uh, yeah,” Yoongi’s immediately flustered, cheeks crimson as he tries to glance away from you.

           “I’ve been looking for you, your friends said you’d be here,” You say, hands tightening around his biceps. He gets the hint and tries to relax but having you in his arms is electrifying.

           “Hmm, they led me on some wild goose chase to I guess, find you,” He shrugs.

           “Isn’t that romantic?” You laugh, eyes glancing above you. Yoongi copies you, eyes going embarrassingly wide as he takes in what hangs above you. Mistletoe.

           Yoongi stops staring at the plant, which he assumes is plastic, and dares to lock eyes with you.

           “I, uh, I’m,” He’s flustered, and it’s making your knees weak.

           “We don’t have to, we can just, walk away?” You offer, a hint of disappointment in your voice. Whether you want Yoongi to detect it or not, he does.

           “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” Yoongi says. His dominant hand moves swiftly from your waist to cup your cheek and in a decisive moment, his lips are on yours. They’re soft and gentle, skillful and patient.

           In the distance, Yoongi’s brothers whoop and holler before tossing back another shot and dispersing to go back to dancing.

           Under the mistletoe, you and Yoongi remain, lips intertwined.

Next: All I Want Is You

[badsext]

Three Spoons: Robert Sheehan x Fem! Reader (guest appearance by Justin Min)

Anon request: Domestic fluff with Robert Sheehan/Fem Reader

Warnings: Just fluff, kissing, flirting…

“Since we’re having Justin over for dinner, will you make the grilled prawns with yellow rice?,” Robbie begged.

“Prawns!,“ you giggled. “I still love it when you use Irish words.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “OK, but you have to clean the shrimp, prawns, whatever.”

“For you, my love, I’d scrape a hundred dirty shrimp taints!,” he said, posing heroically.

“Ugh, gross!”

Rob was happy for you to drive to the store, but he was a very distracting passenger. His long legs made it difficult to get comfortable in the car, so he’d experiment with different positions throughout the drive. He loved bursting out into random topics of conversation whenever something popped into his head and gesticulated wildly with his hands.

When it came to getting recognized in public, Rob was in that sweet spot where he’d get an occasional fan asking for a selfie, but he could usually go about his business in peace. Fortunately, this time you had him all to yourself.

After putting all the dinner stuff in your cart, you huddled close together in the frozen foods section, just staring at the dozens of ice cream varieties. It was summer in L.A., so you were both in tank tops. Neither of you ever thought to bring a sweater and you had fallen into the naughty habit of absentmindedly stuffing a hand into one another’s back pockets, regardless of time and place. In fact, it caused quite a stir when it happened in front of your family at Christmas.

Back at your apartment, you started cooking. “The rice is not that special. The secret ingredient is saffron,” you said, giving him the jar.

Rob tossed it back and forth in his hands. “Hey, careful with that! It’s like forty dollars an ounce.”

“What? Why?” He examined the unassuming spice.

“It’s the stamen of the crocus.”

“Ooh, say that again.”

“Sssssstamen of the ccccccrocuuuuussss.”

Rob lifted you up onto the kitchen counter and kissed you softly, as if commanded by the ‘magic words.’ You played with one of his curls and drummed your heels silently against the cabinets until the timer went off. Dinner was ready and a moment later Justin was ringing the doorbell.

You had recently quit your job to start a new business. Rob was so supportive and encouraging, he became your unofficial spokesman. Justin had clearly been prompted to ask you about it, which was a little awkward at first, but once you got going, your passion was contagious. You caught Rob staring at you, grinning.

The boys shared their funny stories from the set. It was adorable how they chimed in, fact checking eachother’s version of events. It sounded like so much fun. You’d come up to visit once during filming, but they wouldn’t allow you on the set. You waited for him back at the hotel and spent the weekend exploring Toronto together.

“Justin, I’m living for your Instagram,” you said, gesturing excitedly with your fork.

Justin flashed his signature megawatt smile. “I aim to please.”

“Robbie, you should take more photos,“ you encouraged.

"Well, Justin is the documentarian. I am his wild animal subject,” Rob pawed at him like a cat. Justin put on an Australian accent and began narrating his movements in a spontaneous bit of improv.

“Oh my god, stop!” You cackled.

You noticed Justin’s wineglass was empty so you tilted to bottle towards Rob, motioning for him to fill it up. Rob caught the hint and started refilling the glass. “You know I get drunk after two glasses of wine.” Justin warned. “Are you guys trying to get me into your bed?, he joked.

“Not without your consent, you sexy minx.” Rob replied, puckering his lips at Justin.

“Boys, enough flirting! Robbie, go get the dessert,” you laughed.

He returned with the cake in one hand and three spoons in the other. The cake was scrawled with hot pink frosting baring the words 'Happy 2nd Season,’ in honor of the show getting picked up again.

“Where are the plates and the forks, love?,” you asked sweetly.

“I thought it would be more fun to share it this way," he popped his eyebrows mischievously. You just shrugged and smiled.

"Okay, I’m too drunk to argue,” you laughed. “I’ll start at this corner.” The three of you devoured the cake. Rob was right, it was more fun sharing. He was often right about things like that, forever thinking of clever ways to bring people closer. It was one of the many qualities you loved about him.

Soon it was time for Justin to Uber home. He thanked you both for a lovely evening, kissing each of you on the cheek. Then the second the door closed behind him, Rob took off like a shot towards the bedroom down the hall. “Race ya!”

It was impossible to catch up. He flopped down on the bed, disturbing the many pillows of varying levels of softness he insisted on. Not wanting to get up to take his clothes off, Rob slinked out of his pants like a snake shedding its skin. You changed into your favorite old t-shirt of Rob’s, the one that had been washed a zillion times, with the logo of a pub he couldn’t even remember patronizing. Then you climbed into bed with your beautiful six foot Irish dream. Your usual stellar oral hygiene and skincare routines be damned! There you would remain, nestled together until morning.

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[dashesofink]

To Fly

Drabble: forehead kisses

Pairings: Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 514

Warnings: none

Main Taglist: @legolaslovely @anilynsworld @t00-many-th0ughts @fizzyxcustard @c4ts4ndstuff

“Do you ever wonder what it feels like to fly?”

The question caught Ben off guard a bit, and he looked down at you with raised eyebrows before he let out a small laugh. You wriggled around in his hold a bit so that you could look at him directly, and as you let your chin rest against his chest you gave his hands a small squeeze. “This is a legitimate question, Ben, please don’t laugh.” Your lips pulled down in a small pout as you pressed your face into his shoulder, causing him to laugh once again. He gave your fingers a small squeeze while he pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent for a second before he breathed out.

“Why would I need to wonder that?” He questioned, and he finally let go of both of your hands to wrap his arms around your waist as he pressed you closer to his body. You let out a small giggle at his actions and gently you dug your fingers into his sides a bit when he did so, causing his body to jerk to the side before you wriggled your hands up over his shoulders. “I don’t really need to wonder what that fees like?” When you let out a small squeak out of curiosity, Ben looked down, his lips spreading in a small grin before he brushed his lips over your forehead.

“Why not?”

“Because every minute— no, every second that I spend with you, I feel like I’m flying,” The smile that pulled up Ben’s lips, in addition to his sickly sweet comment, caused a red tint to settle on top of your cheeks. You couldn’t help the small fit of laughter that soon followed as you buried your face deep into his shoulder again. Your heart was racing wildly in your chest, and while you wrapped your arms around him tightly, he pressed the gentlest of kisses to your forehead again. His hands moved to caress the skin of your cheeks and jaw before he cupped your face in his hands. “I’m serious, y/n. Being with you feels like a dream, and I’m glad that it’s not.”

“Ah, you’re being all sweet again!” You curled into his chest as you smiled wildly into his shirt, and after a few moments of just basking in his warmth you tilted your head back to look at him, only to be met by a cheesy grin. Ben’s chocolatey eyes were swimming with love and adoration the longer he looked to you. “I absolutely love it,” You pressed a small kiss against his lips before pressing yourself into him again. Ben pulled you even closer to him while your lips molded together, his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheeks. When he pulled away his lips raised to graze your forehead for about the third time, but you didn’t care. Any kiss from him was a godsend.

“Well I’m glad, because I’m only this sweet to you.”

“Ooh, you better not let Klaus hear you say that.”

“Oh shut up!”

[s0dium]

Songs they’d rail you too

JJK MEN X READER

A/n: I know its been three weeks since I’ve posted any content but here you guys are T_T

Warnings: Car sex, dub con, size kink, rough sex, dacryphillia, begging, oral, min prep, nipple play

Characters: Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro 

Gojo satoru- Sexy back

Oh this is this man’s JAM

He’s so confident as he rails you, occasionally mouthing the words to the song 

Its hot. Everything is so hot. The car windows are fogging up and the tight space is filled with the sound of skin on skin, whines and lengthy moans. Tears clouded your vision as you bounced up and down Gojos dick in the front car seat. Every time you landed back down, the tip of his cock seemed to rub against your spot perfectly and smush against your cervix.

“Well someones energetic today,” Gojo says through a grin,  pushing back his white hair that was sticking to his sweaty forehead and taking in one of your perky nipples into his hot mouth. 

“S-shut u-u-up” You cut your self off with a moan when he rolls your nipple between his teeth and releases with a loud ‘pop’. 

“Shhhh, how bout we listen to some music baby?”

Your too lost in the pleasure to notice Gojo reach behind you and turn up the volume on the dash board. 

“I’m bringing sexy back (yeah) Them other fuckers don't know how to act (yeah)”

Geto suguru- My humps (slowed and reverbed)

Also another equally sleazy song like his white haired friend

Probably playing in a club while he lets you suck him off 

“Arent ya’ precious”

Getos words of praise are sent straight to your core as you dutifully lick a fat stripe up the shaft of his dick before taking in his thick length into your mouth. The salty taste of precum stains the back of your throat and you do your best to take in at least 1/4 of his length. 

“Aw come on, I know you can go farther then that.”

Your eyes go white when he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face forward, forcing you to take in his length as a whole. You gag and claw at his thighs, trying to push your self back away from his length. But Geto didnt budge. The vibrations from the music outside the club bathroom pounded in your head as fat tears streamed down your face. 

“Just breath through your nose sweet cheeks, trust me ill go easy.”

“Whatcha gon' do with all that ass All that ass inside them jeans? I'ma make, make, make, make you scream”

And boy, how that was a lie.

Sukuna- Such a whore

Idk mf probably has a bluetooth speaker in his domain or smth 

just humor me for the sake of this fan fic plz I swear u wont regret it T_T

“S-stop! I-it wont fit please!”

You weakly push as Sukunas built chest but its too no avail. He's already aligning his fat tip with your entrance and god, the pressure is exhilarating. You were quick to realize that no amount of prepartion would ever prepare you to accommodate Sukunas length. 

“Shut the fuck up brat, you can take it.” He seethes, and your about to protest when he pushes in. You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Tendrils of pleasure wash over you in electric currents down to your toes and from your head. 

“Ya like feeling me in your tummy doncha?” Sukuna says through a grin, shallowly thrusting into you. Your juices dripped down the base of his cock and onto the floor, and your pussy helplessly fluttered around his cock; trying its best to push out the large foreign intrusion but all take it in farther. The feeling of pain and pleasure is so overwhelimg it has you squirming away from Sukunas hold and gasping for air. 

“Is it - hah - too much for you, even after you begged me for it? poor thing, does it hurt?”

“I'll fuck her when I'm bored Like I need, she's a whore I love it”

Toji Fushiguro- Na na (slowed)

Probably plays music to set the mood for who ever he’s seducing this week lol cuz this man just cant keep it in his pants

This is one of the many songs he has alongside a number of Justin Timberlake, Jason derulo and other sleazy songs LMAO

Toji’s thrusts where agonizingly slow, yet the way his dick dragged along your walls with with retraction of his hips hit every sweet spot inside you so perfectly. Fat tears rolled down your face  as you whined and moaned. You needed more. It was all you could think, the need to cum fast and hard was taking you over.

More more more.

“PLEASE!!! I p-promise ill be good j-GOD j-just go faster!” You wailed. 

A grin spread across Toji’s devishly handsome face.

“Sure you can handle it baby?”

You nod incessantly and Toji responds with a hum before retracting his hips and slamming into you with brute force. Legs spread apart by the crooks of his elbows, you bit into your bottom lips as you watched him hammer himself into you like a starved man. The friction is delcious and you babbled and whined as the knot inside you built and built.

“Girl you have good, but I could give you better I'll have you take it bout forever I'mma make you say Ooh na na”

[ded-and-gonne]

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Devil’s Night

A Ded & Gonne miniseries

Written by @firstpersonnarrator | Originally begun for @sheehalloween 2022 | Devil’s Night header gif by @salvador-daley | Sheehalloween prompt by Anon: Klaus behaving badly, genfic

AN: It’s Devil’s Night and Ben has no idea what that is. Until he becomes embroiled in a plot cooked up by his not-brother, Klaus. This Devil’s Night miniseries starring Klaus Hargreeves and Evil Ben is part of the Ded & Gonne family of stories. If you’ve been reading Ded & Gonne, this chapter follows immediately after the action in Chapter 6. Don’t feel like catching up? Devil’s Night can be read as a standalone fic. All Ded & Gonne works are genfic without exception.

TWs: Creeping dread (hopefully). Flirtation between two not-brothers. Swearing. A not-so-bright, mildly omniscient narrator. Made-up words and made-up tenses.

Ded & Gonne || Devil’s Night || Start || Next

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Part 1: Afraid of the Dark

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“Benneriiiinooooo.” Calling toward the hallway, Klaus is in his room waiting impatiently for Ben to “Get the fuck over here alreadyyyy!” Klaus has been curled up on the divan, working on his costume with his tongue poking out, all afternoon.

Ben’s head peeks around the door, sees Klaus half disguised as Jesus, and decides that it will go better for him if he picks his battles. (Never tell Ben that he’s at Klaus’s beck and call. It wouldn’t go well for you. Wrong Ben.)

The current Ben — Evil Ben — makes his way in, committing his entire body to looking both sarcastic and bored.

“Save me from my costume! I hate sewing,” Klaus wails. “Maybe I could have knitted Jesus.” Klaus punishes his costume for being annoying by throwing everything angrily in the general direction of his bed. He smiles with satisfaction as the pins and needles scatter on the floor, then turns to Ben.

“Ok, so, Bennerino. It’s Devil’s Night, and it’s cold cuz you won’t let me turn the heat up. So now I’m all snuggled on the divan where you apparently have no plan to join me. Sucks, but ok. Why?”

Ben curls his lip up in disgust. “For reasons, Klaus. It’s magenta velvet. And I can tell exactly where you always sit because the velvet has your ass permanently imprinted in it.”

“My eyes are up here, mister,” Klaus winks at Ben.

“Christ, Klaus.”

“Exactly!” Klaus decides to forego all the blaspheming he could do right now. He’s saving all his blaspheming for the kids on Halloween.

“Hurry up and pop your popcorn, Ben. We will not be stopping halfway through the first story for popcorn-popping. I mean, I know you live to piss people off, but that? It’s irritating. Just thought maybe that was something you could work on. You know, for the future.” Klaus smiles as if he’s indulging a child. “You’ll get there, buddy. You’ll get there.”

Ben is too busy being both taken-aback and off-put to say nasty things while Klaus is saying supportive things. Instead, he looks like a lost little boy. “I don’t live to piss people off.”

“Yes of course you do. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“But that doesn’t- Isn't pissing people off a bad thing?” Ben asks, looking confused and a smidge annoyed.

“Yeah, but it looks great on you.” Klaus seems to be feeling affectionate toward Ben again, judging by the smile.

“If you ruffle my hair, I will end you,” Ben warns.

Klaus retracts his hand.

Followed by Ben rolling his eyes, dropping heavily next to Klaus with a bounce, and waiting expectantly for the tv to come back to life.

After a few moments of uncomfortable yet companionable silence, Ben senses he’s being observed. He turns to find Klaus sitting there, expectantly staring at him with a ‘mommy bought me cotton candy’ vibe. All excited and hungry. It’s a little creepy, honestly.

“Uh, Klaus?”

“Yes, Benny Bear?”

Klaus can literally see Ben biting his tongue. “Great!” Klaus praises. “Look at you! You kept yourself from threatening me! And you held back the nasty! That’s progress. You’ve come so far, Benji.”

“Stop trying to provoke me, Klaus. It’s not what I’m going for right now.”

“Ok, fine, have it your way. I’ve taken the threat level down to just defcon Medium Meanie from defcon Big.”

Klaus goes back to staring eagerly at Ben.

This is normally when Ben would just hang up on Klaus. But now they live together. Like, together on the same hallway. Not, like, together-together. There’s a wall. Right in-between them. A wall, ok? Jesus. Whatever.

“So…” Ben prompts, hoping Klaus will start at the beginning. He’s feeling lost.

“I’m waiting for you to start, silly!”

“Start what, Klaus? Start talking, I’m bored.”

“Your story. But, don’t rush it. We’ve got well over 24 hours before it’ll start to be a little sad, missing Halloween entirely because of a creativity vortex.” Not as threatening or effective as a kugelblitz, though.

“What story? Klaus, I’m going to count to five,” Ben snarls. “Trust me, you don’t want to know what comes after five.”

“Ho!” Klaus’s eyes explode out of his head metaphorically, and he frantically begins scanning his bedroom. “Wait, wait! Where’s my bingo card?”

“Your,” [long dramatic pause] “what?”

“My business card.” Good save. “You know what, Bennerino? You don’t have to go first if you’re nervous. I’ll go first.”

“What are you talking about, Klaus? You’ll go first at what?”

“It’s Devil’s Night, Benny Bunny, and I will be your very own little devil for the night. I’ll-”

“Klaus, you’re making me uncomfortable.”

“I know, I’m really good at it. So anyway, where was I? Oh, right, I’m going first.” Klaus bounds out of his seat and Ben is plunged into darkness.

“Pffft,” Ben says, scoffing at the darkness. But then he hears the door creak and the lock click into place.

It’s probably not very kind to point out right now that Ben is already scared. He wouldn’t want you to know about that. So, moving on.

“Klaus?” He gives a quick swivel in his seat, and there’s nothing to see. Quite literally. “Why do you have blackout windows, Klaus?” It is utterly dark. No difference between eyes open and eyes closed. He reaches up to touch his eyes, making sure they’re actually open.

Ben starts fidgeting. He jolts when he notices the clock ticking. Suddenly, he realizes he never bothered to notice much of anything about the room around him. No idea what the layout is, or where the furniture is. Or the piano.

It’s just, whenever Klaus is around, he tends to fill the entire room. Like some obnoxious, yet exotic, tropical bird. All rainbows, pink feathers, and glitter briefs.

Ben starts to tap his foot in time with the ticking clock. It’s a good calming technique. Become part of the music of time and see how long you can keep the beat.

Ben’s tapping foot is sort of spastic, now. He either can’t keep up with the beat, or maybe he’s jumping ahead. He can’t tell which is which. The clock is gaslighting him.

Yep, it’s crawling.

His skin is now crawling. Officially.

Outside, a cat screeches and hisses. Because of course it does. It’s Halloween. Or Devil’s Night, whatever that is.

How could he hear hissing from this bedroom? That was outside, wasn’t it? He’d swear there’s a faint scratching on wood. Through the wall, maybe. His entire being is focused in his eardrums. Trying to gauge the nearness of the cat is more difficult than it should be.

Ben doesn’t hate cats. In fact, Mean Ben is a sucker for cats. They’re aloof and condescending, and yet you still do everything you can to get them to snuggle you. A lot like Ben, the snuggling snuggler, apparently. He definitely wants his benny bear at this point.

See, the thing is, the yowling sounded kinda far away and muffled, like through a wall, a few rooms down the hall, or down the street. But the scratching? That is a lot closer, and more claws than paws. Little scratches, but Ben tries to talk himself down by reminding himself that it’s an old building. Old buildings make sounds, right?

Ben huffs and rolls his eyes, which only serves to remind him that he literally can’t see anything. Nothing. The darkness is utterly complete. No crack of light below the door. No tiny shaft from between the floorboards. Just the scratching. The scratching that has him peering every which way, but the darkness is thick as ink. Almost oily.

Just darkness. Something small, scratching. Small? The ticking. His foot tapping. His heartbeat in his ears.

There were windows, right? Yeah, sure, there have to be, Ben reassures himself. But he vaguely remembers how very many objects Klaus has strewn around the space, creating traps that could be waiting just next to his feet. Like Klaus’s old lady taste in furniture — tufted and tasseled and poofy velvet all over the place. Coffee tables with legs and corners, supporting precariously perched bongs. And bongos. And ashtrays. And scissors. Klaus has to use scissors to sew. Has to.

But there are windows in here, right? There have to have been, right? Klaus wouldn’t choose a room without windows. He thinks he knows Klaus well enough by now to predict the man’s actions and motivations.

Underneath the patchouli oil, the sharp and keen sense of smell that makes Ben win every bake-off, senses something musky. It’s kind of like something evocative of freshly turned earth. Moist, but also tinged with a rotting smell.

The rotting smell is not coming from the same direction as the scratching. Or the yowling.

Ben reaches out with all of his senses like Pogo and Luke Skywalker taught him.

Beneath all of it is something dank and vegetal. And a slight drip coming from behind him. But the hallway is the only thing behind him. Isn’t it?

The scratching has stopped. Now it’s just the ticking of the clock and the droplets of water and the scent of mold, with something sickening-sweet just below it.

His blood is rushing in his ears. And nothing, fucking nothing, matches up. It’s like one of those old, creaky wind-up toys. The jack-in-the-box, cranking, cranking. The horrible clapping monkey, clanking its cacophonous cymbals. It’s an imperfect monkey, slightly out of time with his eyes rolling and the tune and the clanking and clanking. But the ticking clock is so close to the tempo. No, wait. It’s the clock keeping time. He can’t tell which is faster, and suddenly his entire body senses space — every hair, every brain cell, it’s all so wrapped up and jumbled. Which one is out of step with the others? But they’re all out of step and he feels like his ears are stuck in one of those 3D puzzles, the optical illusions your eyes sink into, by design. Suddenly there’s an entire space hidden to the eye, just beyond the length of his arm’s reach. Is there a table in front of him? He can’t remember.

And all of this jagged clicking, and tapping, and breathing, blood rushing in his ears, heart thudding out a tell-tale beat.

Ben’s feeling a little tippy. And he’s already sitting down. He lifts his hand to his face. It feels like something tiny has landed in the space between his nose and lips. Bringing his hand instinctively to his face, he’s surprised to find pebbling droplets of perspiration.

“Fuck!” His hand jerks up and slaps his upper lip. Hard. He pulls his hand back and with it comes a formerly living creature. A small spider. Or maybe a flea? Or a gnat. It had been crawling when he smashed the fucker’s little carapace against his skin. Too tiny to tell how many legs. Wings? Antennae?

Or if it’s alone.

Immediately following that unnerving thought, all the nerve endings in his body go on high alert. The springs in his seat complain when he jolts at the sudden awareness of sensation.

He feels a tickle or a tingle in tiny pinpoints, anywhere his skin is exposed to air.

Ben is starting to squirm. All the tiny hairs on his face and neck seem to get triggered at the same time, no rhyme, no reason. He quickly raises his hands to his face to wipe away all the sweat, and oil, and hairs, and crawlies, telling it all to shut the fuck up and get off his body. Ben finds himself compulsively itching around his neckline.

Everything feels like it’s moving. Ben feels nauseous. His eyes are rolling again, with nothing but thick ink to meet him in every direction. He wants to hug his knees to himself. He almost starts rocking himself; a self-soothing habit he abandoned years ago. But of course the minute he admits weakness, Klaus will undoubtedly return, already talking as he turns the light back on. But his shuffling footsteps can’t yet be heard out on the hallway’s ancient floorboards.

He can’t calm himself. Can’t soothe himself. Ben isn’t weak. He’s evil, for God’s sake. He can’t let Klaus see him like this.

Ben frantically wipes his palms on his jeans and again clears the sweat from his brow, trying not to think about all the little spiders he has just pushed off his skin and straight into his hair.

Ben literally sits on his hands to avoid scratching at his face. His neck. His scalp. His eyebrows. In the corners of his mouth.

No, Ben. No, that’s not a breeze. No. There wasn’t a breeze a minute ago, and there isn’t a breeze now. A prickling. Right behind Ben’s right ear, Klaus whispers, “Boo.”

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Ded & Gonne || Devil’s Night || Start || Next

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[writercole]

Millennial Mixtape Challenge

This year has been a lot of things for me - the realization that I’m getting old (I have a teenager), the publication of my first book, losing count of the amount of times I’ve watched Sons of Anarchy (I swear I’m in the double digits now), admitting to liking Tom Cruise in a movie. AND I’ve hit a thousand followers. Quadruple digits. 

In honor of this achievement, I’m putting together the Millennial Mixtape challenge. I had these songs on either a burned cd that I [redacted] songs for or a cassette tape that I [redacted] the songs off the radio for. I remember sitting in front of my stereo with a blank cassette in and ready…listening to American Top 40 with Kasey Kasem to get these songs. And he always talked over either the beginning or the end of the song.

Yes, I had trouble remembering the name and artist of these songs. Yes, I did google some of them. I did tell you I was getting old. 

Special shoutouts to: @moosekateer13​ for helping me remember some of these songs; @caplanbuckybarnes​ for promoting me so much on your own blog; @fictional-affairs​ for allowing me to corrupt our favorite characters so much; @jensengirl83​, @creatively-analytical​, @saiyanprincessswanie​, and @deangirl93​ for being their normal supportive, wonderful selves.

Anyway - Rules:

No underage smut, no toilet play. Those are hard lines and I won’t reblog them.

Write for whoever you want otherwise. I don’t care. Maybe you’ll introduce me to a new fandom, who knows.

Moodboards are allowed. If a moodboard inspires you to write a fic, tag the creator of the board as you inspo.

No deadline. For sign ups, for submissions. Hell, this is pretty much a perpetual challenge, I guess. 

More songs will be added as we go. 

No limit to participants per song.

No min or max words.

Write me something inspired by the song.

Lyrics do not have to be included but are a nice touch.

I just ask that you tag me in whatever you write.

Playlist here

My taste in music is diverse, to say the least, so there should be something on here for everyone!

Heartbreak Hotel - Whitney Houston ft Faith Evans & Kelly Price

Fantasy - Mariah Carey

Gangsta’s Paradise - Coolio

Baby, Baby - Amy Grant

Creep - TLC

Incomplete - Sisqo

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

I Can Tell - 504 Boys

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

Where My Girls At - 702

Hey Ma - Cam’ron

Get Low - Lil Jon and the East Side Boys

Float On - Modest Mouse

Differences - Ginuwine

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

Unfoolish - Ashanti

Mesmerize - Ja Rule

I Go Back - Kenny Chesney

Pony - Ginuwine

In Da Club - 50 Cent

Family Affair - Mary J. Blige

Bottom of a Bottle - Smile Empty Soul

Halo - Soil

Truly, Madly, Deeply - Savage Garden

If Your Girl Only Knew - Aaliyah

Say My Name - Destiny’s Child

That Butt Thing - Horace Trahan and the Ossun Express

Platinum in the Ghetto - Lil Keke

Clocks - Cold Play

Straight Lines - Silverchair

Get Your Freak On - Missy Elliot

Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake

Slow Jamz - Twista

Milkshake - Kelis

Ms Jackson - Outkast

Brass Monkey - Beastie Boys

Toxic -  Britney Spears

As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Wait & Bleed - Slipknot

Last Nite - The Strokes

In The End - Linkin Park

Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Greenday

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

Fallin - Alicia Keys

Low - Flo Rida

I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry - @downanddirtydean​

I Want You Back - *Nsync

Need You Now - Lady A

Nice & Slow - Usher

Picture - Kid Rock & Sheryl Crow

I’ll Be - Edwin McCain

Break Down Here - Julie Roberts

Let Her Cry - Hootie & The Blowfish

Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet

Beautiful Mess - Diamond Rio

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness

U Got It Bad - Usher

Raise Up - Petey Pablo

Falling Away From Me - Korn

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

Country Grammar - Nelly

Waterfalls - TLC

No Scrubs - TLC

Thong Song - Sisqo

Bye Bye Bye - *Nsync

What a Girl Wants - Christina Aguilera

Get the Party Started - Pink

Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-lot

This is How We Do It - Montell Jordan

Tearin’ Up My Heart - *Nsync

You make Me Wanna - Usher

Summer Girls - LFO

Absolutely - Nine Days

Jumpin’ Jumpin’ - Destiny’s Child

Right Thurr - Chingy

Dirrty - Christina Aguilera

What Would You Do? - City High

No Diggity - Blackstreet

I’m Real (ft. Ja Rule) - Jennifer Lopez

Ghetto Supastar - Pras, ODB

Let’s Get Married - Jagged Edge

Come On Over Baby - Christina Aguilera

Tipsy - J-Kwon

Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice

There You Go - Pink

Holidae In - Chingy

Work It - Missy Elliot

Too Close - Next

The Way You Move - Outkast

Girl On TV - LFO

Crazy - Britney Spears

Dip It Low - Christina Milian

Jump - Kris Kross

Always On Time - Ja Rule

I Do!! - Toya

I wanna sex you up - Color Me Badd

Faded - SoulDescision

I wanna be bad - Willa Ford

He Loves You Not - Dream

Who Let The Dogs Out - Baha Men

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Pain - Three Days Grace

Riot - Three Days Grace

Teardrops on My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Picture To Burn - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

Monster - Skillet

Rebirthing - Skillet

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin

Polyamorous - Breaking Benjamin

Hot in Herre - Nelly

What’s Your Fantasy - Ludacris

Genie in a Bottle - Christina Aguilera

Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson

My Baby - Lil’ Romeo

Where the Party At - Jagged Edge

Crazy - K-Ci and JoJo

Back Here - BB Mak

Candy - Mandy Moore

Larger than Life - Backstreet Boys

Shoot me an ask or DM or reblog to let me know if you’re participating! Obviously I’m all about the writers!

[chickendog-901]

Heroes Cast

Heroes cast (My AO3 fic)

Sirius Black - Ben Barnes

Remus Lupin - Andrew Garfield

James Potter - Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Peter Pettigrew - Tobie Donovan

Lily Evans - Shannon Purser

Marlene McKinnon - Violet Grohl

Mary MacDonald - Sofia Bryant

Dorcas Meadowes - Nathalie Emmanuel

Alice Fortescue - Sophia Taylor Ali

Frank Longbottom - Justin H. Min

Regulus Black - Timotheé Chalamet

Pandora Ollivander - Elle Fanning

Emmaline Vance - Nhung Hong

Evan Rosier - Hugh Laughton Scott

Barty Crouch Jr. - Maxence Danet-Fauvel

Bellatrix Black - Katie McGrath

Andromeda Black - Keira Knightley

Narcissa Malfoy - Sarah Gadon

Lucius Malfoy - Cody Fern (AHS)

Ted Tonks - James McAvoy

Fabian Prewett - Ruairi O’Connor (TSP)

Gideon Prewett - Sam Heughan (Outlander)

Xenophilius Lovegood - Harry Lloyd

Molly Prewett - Lynley Eilers

Lyall Lupin - Shaun Evans

Hope Lupin - Embeth Davidtz

Walburga Black - Eva Green

Orion Black - Colin Firth

Akilah Ahmad - Soma Chhaya (Degrassi: Next Class)

Clara Tindall - Brigette Lundy-Paine

Jack Zieliński - Dominik Sadoch

Gray Pierce - Conan Gray

Maximillian Holmes - Alex Newell

Rosie Smith - Sophie Nélisse

[parkersbliss]

ikr 😭 ben would absolutely hate me, like every time i open my mouth he would just be 😡 SHUT YOUR MOUTH (in justin h min's voice)

also going back, that five and ben scene 😭 i was squealing because i totally didnt expect that..... and i totally found him reeeeally hot when he laughed at allison's insult to fei HE WAS SO CUTE PLEASE I HAD TO REPLAY THAT I COUPLE OF TIMES

THE FIC was absolutely crushing 😭 but those are the kinds of angst i love tbh. ex to lovers, enemies to mutual pining, right love wrong time, character a loved character b when they finally moved on,,, i love that kind of pain -✨

THE WAY I CAN HEAR IT 😭😭

girl me too!! I watched s3 for five and stayed for ben 😔 like that scene had me rolling in my grave they’re both so hot and for what???

RIGHT LOVE WRONG TIME 💔 don’t get me started on that I have a love hate relationship for it or the loving too late… immaculate taste

[s0dium1]

Archived

SONGS THEY’D RAIL YOU TOO

JJK MEN X READER

A/n: I know its been three weeks since I’ve posted any content but here you guys are T_T

Warnings: Car sex, dub con, size kink, rough sex, dacryphillia, begging, oral, min prep, nipple play

Gojo satoru- Sexy back

Oh this is this man’s JAM

He’s so confident as he rails you, occasionally mouthing the words to the song 

Its hot. Everything is so hot. The car windows are fogging up and the tight space is filled with the sound of skin on skin, whines and lengthy moans. Tears clouded your vision as you bounced up and down Gojos dick in the front car seat. Every time you landed back down, the tip of his cock seemed to rub against your spot perfectly and smush against your cervix.

“Well someones energetic today,” Gojo says through a grin,  pushing back his white hair that was sticking to his sweaty forehead and taking in one of your perky nipples into his hot mouth. 

“S-shut u-u-up” You cut your self off with a moan when he rolls your nipple between his teeth and releases with a loud ‘pop’. 

“Shhhh, how bout we listen to some music baby?”

Your too lost in the pleasure to notice Gojo reach behind you and turn up the volume on the dash board. 

“I’m bringing sexy back (yeah) Them other fuckers don’t know how to act (yeah)”

Geto suguru- My humps (slowed and reverbed)

Also another equally sleazy song like his white haired friend

Probably playing in a club while he lets you suck him off 

“Arent ya’ precious”

Getos words of praise are sent straight to your core as you dutifully lick a fat stripe up the shaft of his dick before taking in his thick length into your mouth. The salty taste of precum stains the back of your throat and you do your best to take in at least ¼ of his length. 

“Aw come on, I know you can go farther then that.”

Your eyes go white when he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face forward, forcing you to take in his length as a whole. You gag and claw at his thighs, trying to push your self back away from his length. But Geto didnt budge. The vibrations from the music outside the club bathroom pounded in your head as fat tears streamed down your face. 

“Just breath through your nose sweet cheeks, trust me ill go easy.”

“Whatcha gon’ do with all that ass All that ass inside them jeans? I'ma make, make, make, make you scream”

And boy, how that was a lie.

Sukuna- Such a whore

Idk mf probably has a bluetooth speaker in his domain or smth 

just humor me for the sake of this fan fic plz I swear u wont regret it T_T

“S-stop! I-it wont fit please!”

You weakly push as Sukunas built chest but its too no avail. He’s already aligning his fat tip with your entrance and god, the pressure is exhilarating. You were quick to realize that no amount of prepartion would ever prepare you to accommodate Sukunas length. 

“Shut the fuck up brat, you can take it.” He seethes, and your about to protest when he pushes in. You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Tendrils of pleasure wash over you in electric currents down to your toes and from your head. 

“Ya like feeling me in your tummy doncha?” Sukuna says through a grin, shallowly thrusting into you. Your juices dripped down the base of his cock and onto the floor, and your pussy helplessly fluttered around his cock; trying its best to push out the large foreign intrusion but all take it in farther. The feeling of pain and pleasure is so overwhelimg it has you squirming away from Sukunas hold and gasping for air. 

“Is it - hah - too much for you, even after you begged me for it? poor thing, does it hurt?”

“I’ll fuck her when I’m bored Like I need, she’s a whore I love it”

Toji Fushiguro- Na na (slowed)

Probably plays music to set the mood for who ever he’s seducing this week lol cuz this man just cant keep it in his pants

This is one of the many songs he has alongside a number of Justin Timberlake, Jason derulo and other sleazy songs LMAO

Toji’s thrusts where agonizingly slow, yet the way his dick dragged along your walls with with retraction of his hips hit every sweet spot inside you so perfectly. Fat tears rolled down your face  as you whined and moaned. You needed more. It was all you could think, the need to cum fast and hard was taking you over.

More more more.

“PLEASE!!! I p-promise ill be good j-GOD j-just go faster!” You wailed. 

A grin spread across Toji’s devishly handsome face.

“Sure you can handle it baby?”

You nod incessantly and Toji responds with a hum before retracting his hips and slamming into you with brute force. Legs spread apart by the crooks of his elbows, you bit into your bottom lips as you watched him hammer himself into you like a starved man. The friction is delcious and you babbled and whined as the knot inside you built and built.

“Girl you have good, but I could give you better I’ll have you take it bout forever I'mma make you say Ooh na na”