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[merevide]

finding posts to lead up to the goodnight post is such a task. n i do it because i have to. who needs sleep. need to blog. need to lay my head against cool metal surface. need to blog

[cashmere-caveman]

Joy Harjo, Perhaps the World Ends Here | House of the Dragon 1.02 The Rogue Prince | Hanif Abdurraqib, On Hunger | House of the Dragon 1.03 Second of His Name | Hanif Abdurraqib, Welcome To Heartbreak | Chris Abani, Poet of an Ordinary Heartbreak | House of the Dragon 1.01 The Heirs of the Dragon | House of the Dragon 1.08 The Lord of the Tides | Yaedi Ignatow, We Were Love

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[gummy-worms-in-my-brain]

Ooh what happens if we dunk him in saltwater, does he shrivel or does the water cancel it out? Rouxls did not give me permission to ask this btw

did you know that ink doesnt really dissolve in saltwater all that much? well i didnt know that until recently. you learn something new every day ghfjndgm,.,,, hes fine, just salty about the amount of salt he is being subjected to

(two alt versions w blur i just thought those looked neat enough to include jdfmgfdg)

[good-beans]

💖

[multi-lefaiye]

blood-kin roster (as of now)

hiii hello. i keep forgetting to talk about these guys too much on tumblr. or like... explain them. so this is just a masterlist of the ones that have designs so far, using their heroforge models.

anyway, these are some ocs i've been thinking about a LOT lately. i'm mainly developing them for a future d&d campaign, but i also think. maybe they can have their own wip at some point.

the basic rundown and specific characters under the cut! yeehaw!!

content warnings: lots of talk of murder and violence, talk of cults, and also lots of references to "killing off the weak" and shit like that, b/c that's this murder cult's whole thing.

tagging some folks who i think might be interested: @void-botanist @skitzo-kero @anexor @vacantgodling @astral-runic @invaderskoodge

The Blood-kin are the chosen followers of a murderous god known as Mazzakarr, the god of slaughter. Mazzakarr's followers believe in an extreme sort of Darwinism and that only the strongest, who fight for their lives, deserve to survive. They believe the weak-willed must be slaughtered for the strong to continue on.

Among Mazzakarr's followers, his favorites are the blood-kin, a group of people chosen from a young age to be raised by the cult and molded into his perfect followers, his literal chosen ones and extensions of his will. The blood-kin are not related to each other, but they are connected by the fact that Mazzakarr's blood flows through their veins, and their connection to their god gives them power. They are literal extensions of Mazzakarr's presence, tasked with carrying out his will and molding the world in his image.

Though the blood-kin are Mazzakarr's chosen, of course, they still have to earn his favor. After all, what good is a chosen one that's just given their power? No, they must fight for it.

And so, from a very young age, the blood-kin are taught to hate and fear each other, to see each other as threats to their power and authority. They've been slowly picking each other off over the years, one by one, and now, only twelve of the original fifty remain.

And, someday, there will be only one blood-kin remaining. Mazzakarr's perfect, final prophet, beholden entirely to his will alone.

Blade Which Strikes Twice (Twice) (they/he/it) - the wielder of the two-bladed scimitar.

Twice, unlike many of their fellow blood-kin, is a changeling from birth. In their preferred form, they strike an unsettling figure, a living corpse standing well over six feet tall. Their wide, pale eyes watch everyone around them unblinkingly, and their tattooed lips hide jagged teeth like a dog's.

For many years, Twice was one of Mazzakarr's favorite among the blood-kin, having earned his attention when they killed one of their caretakers in the cult at just twelve years old. Their prowess in violence has only grown since then, and they gladly follow orders without hesitation. It's all they know, after all. Their purpose is to follow Mazzakarr, nothing more.

Except... in recent years, Twice has begun to do something strange: they've begun to question Mazzakarr and his teachings. Not that they would ever dare to admit this, but they can't help but wonder... is there more to their purpose in this world?

(Such blasphemy will not be tolerated.)

Axe Which Fells Kings (King) (he/him) - the wielder of the greataxe.

King is one of the more outspoken blood-kin, a self-proclaimed trailblazer who believes that there is more to life than Mazzakarr's little cult. Not that he'd ever turn away from them, of course, but he thinks he's quite above following their orders at every step of the way. The only one he'll obey is Mazzakarr himself; otherwise, he respects no authority but his own.

This insolence has earned him no favors from Mazzakarr's other followers, nor has it served him well with his fellow blood-kin. Still, his boldness has earned him Mazzakarr's approval, and no one's managed to knock that cocky grin off his face yet. Which, naturally, only fuels his ego more. As far as he's concerned, the other blood-kin may as well roll over and let him finish them off, because it's only inevitable that he'll be the last one standing.

Really, they should just give in and stop embarrassing themselves by dragging this out as much as they are.

(As an aside, King's name is merely aspirational--he's never felled any kings, nor any royalty in general. He'll insist he has, though.)

The Poison-Lined Lash (Lash) (she/her) - the wielder of the razor whip.

Lash is fast, quick on her feet and with her tongue in equal measure, with fangs like a snake hidden just beneath her painted smile. She's a talker, finding great joy in bantering with and taunting her prey as she hunts them. More than that, she loves when they return the favor. After all, what's the fun in killing someone who won't make it interesting for her, one way or another?

She loves the thrill of the chase, almost more than the actual kill. As a result, Lash likes to play with her prey, chasing them down before letting them go just to watch them try to escape her again. The game ends when she gets bored and stops finding enjoyment in her sadistic taunts, at which point she'll finish them off quickly.

As her name implies, Lash is also quite fond of poison, carrying vials of the stuff with her at all times. When she's feeling particularly cruel, sometimes she poisons her prey when she catches them the first time, just to watch them try to limp away while slowly dying from whatever toxin she infected them with.

It's so cute that they think they have a chance.

The Shot Which Echoes Like Thunder (Echo) (she/they) - the wielder of the double-barreled rifle.

In many ways, Echo is one of the most devoted followers Mazzakarr has, both among the blood-kin and the rest of his worshipers. She has devoted herself entirely to his cause, chasing the high of hearing his voice ringing in her broken skull, the echo of his praise in every blast.

While the other blood-kin will often focus on a single target at a time, Echo is most concerned with causing as much violence and bloodshed as she can, often with devastating explosions. After all, the more deaths she causes, the more unworthy and weak-willed cattle are purged from the world.

She is a fanatic, through and through, and she is delighted to spread the word of the father of slaughter. Echo isn't much of a leader, and she isn't particularly charismatic, but she is deeply devoted and passionate in a way that makes people pay attention to her. One thing she hates, though, is sharing that spotlight--with anyone. The other blood-kin are, at best, annoyances to her, little flies that need to be squished.

Or, perhaps more accurately, shot.

The Ruby-Red Moon (Moon) (they/it) - the wielder of the ruby sickles.

Moon is a mysterious figure, even among their fellow blood-kin. They're almost never seen without their mask, as they believe wholeheartedly that exposing any flesh is an insult to Mazzakarr. No, they'll be keeping their weak points safe and protected, thank you very much. They look down on the other blood-kin and they're not subtle about it, firmly believing that they are the only one who truly understands his vision.

As their voice is muffled something awful by their mask, Moon speaks through a voice modulator that distorts their voice as much as it makes them easier to understand. They speak with very little inflection or emotion, and they're not particularly expressive in general even without the mask.

Though Moon is just as violent and sadistic as the others, they're much more quiet and lowkey about it. A big, flashy spectacle is not the point, and in fact making a show of each kill is an insult to Mazzakarr. Murder is not about making the biggest spectacle, but about creating a better world for those strong enough to reach for it.

[bumblingdragon]

I am giving him nightmares. I am giving him debilitating, insomnia causing chronic nightmares and the only remedy is a loved one putting him in a day bed underneath the dappled shade of an old tree on a breezy afternoon, where the daylight keeps the terrors away and the ubiquitous warmth of the sun eventually sinks him into a nap so gently he doesn't realize until he's woken later

[silvergyus]

thoughts on txt touching themselves while looking at their s/o's selfies? what do they moan under their breath? what kinda selfies do they look at? IDK!! and need to know ur thoughts :3

hehe this is such a fun ask! thank u for sending!! I hope I captured what you were thinking

YEONJUN

loves selfies in clothes he bought you. makes him a little possessive, but knowing he treated you with that pretty top, pretty bra peeking out the top gets him going. bonus points if you send him mirror selfies in lingerie he bought you. bonus bonus points if you're wearing a necklace he bought you. his favorite is the one your sent of your necklace with his initials dangling between your tits. the type to send you videos of his pretty noises whenever he gets off without you. black screen but you can hear his heavy breaths and pinched whines. imo he's the whiniest of all the boys. gets louder and needier as he gets closer. always texts you goodnight after.

SOOBIN

any selfie with a lot of cleavage tbh. he's pretty basic. man loves your boobs. loves selfies of you sitting, either from above or in a mirror. likes seeing your boobs and the bonus squish of your thighs. I feel like he'd like knee socks so bonus points if you're wearing those. please make sure to include the plush thigh at the top of the sock. like yeonjun, loves seeing your necklace dangling between your tits. likes it when you look cute and sexy at the same time. soft smile, big eyes, looking up at the camera like you look up at him his breathing gets so heavy and his voice drops. muttering quietly to himself in the dark of his room as he stares at your picture on his screen. pretty selfie you took, not even to tease him, just a pretty pic for your insta story. you're wearing his favorite top, lowcut to show off just about everything but your nipples. he thinks about how hard they get for him, how soft your skin is when he buries his face between your boobs. stays pretty quiet until he cums, a loud, staggering moan falling from his lips. blushes later when you ask if he liked the pic you posted.

BEOMGYU

honestly the selfie type doesn't matter with him. when he misses you he misses you. is the type of person to save your pics in a folder titled "tax returns 2022" like it isn't image files saved in his gallery. keeps his voice low, but makes the most total noises. voice starts off deep but his lil "ah, ah!"s betray him when they increase in pitch. has the loudest wet sounds as he strokes with the heaviest glob of spit. has occasionally sent you voice messages of him getting off and they are sinful. talks you through everything he's doing, all the while you can hear the strokes, hear his breathing getting more ragged, hear his deep voice struggle against his high-pitched whines. cums with a loud whine. breathes heavily into the mic for a few seconds, catching his breath, before asking for you to return the favor.

TAEHYUN

someone once said tyun likes giving you money to get your nails done so your hands look extra pretty wrapped around his cock and I personally haven't stopped thinking about that ever since. loves your hands. you know that pose he does where he tugs his lip down a bit? do that and he'll save the image for alone in his bed on tour. hands on your chest, hands on your face, hands on your thighs. anything with your hands. bonus points if you send him pics of you touching yourself. your pretty fingers in your cunt make him crazy. he cums thinking about the noises you make when it's his fingers inside you. strokes his cock as close as he can to the way you do. imagines your hands instead. really good at staying quiet but listen closely and you'll catch the "mmf, mmph" he tries to bite back.

HUENINGKAI

also loves any picture where you look cute. send him a pic of you in pink and ruffles and he'll be blushing, hiding his face behind his hoodie sleeves, and rushing off to take care of the tent in his pants. LOVES to see you in panties. doesn't matter if it's expensive lingerie or your regular everyday pairs. loves your hips, ass, thighs, and tummy and your panties are all those parts in one pic. thinks he's quieter than he really is. taehyun was such a good roommate never bringing it up, but now kai isn't as quiet as he thinks. and he's only gotten louder since getting his own room. the hiss when he first grabs his cock is audible from outside the door. little "oh"s moaned out with the deepest voice when he zooms in on the way your panties squeeze against your tummy and thighs. turns his head into the pillow to stifle his moans as he thinks about you riding him.

[izvmimi]

cw: fluff. pop star!bakugou. prior breakup mention. based on the story behind the eyes, nose, lips mv, iykyk.

Even if you guys are closer than can be, your friends are typically more likely to text before they call, especially at this time of night, and less likely are they to accost you in a sudden video call the way they are now. You were asleep, just by stroke of luck waking up to the sound of your phone vibrating on your end table, too exhausted to put your phone on Do Not Disturb. It’s just a few minutes after midnight, 12:06 am to be exact, and when you pick up the phone, both of them appear frantic.

“Oh, thank God.”

“___, please tell me you’re away from a phone right now.”

“Dumbass, we’re literally calling her on the phone right now.”

“Don’t call me a dumbass.”

Still rubbing your eyes, you let out a sigh.

“Why did you two call me?” You’re still horizontal, trying to orient yourself while lowering your phone brightness. It’s entirely dark in your room, and you’ve been exhausted all day between errands and other activities, including a single 25 minute cry over your failed relationship.

It’s been 3 months since you and Katsuki split, and while you’ve overall been handling it quite well, intermittently the sadness overtakes you. After all, it was abrupt.

Dating a pop star was not all it’s cracked up to be, especially when it ends abruptly over a dinner you could never afford yourself with the words “take care of yourself, okay?” from a man you’d planned the rest of your life with. The last thing you’d asked him to do before that was to go public, and he’d been hesitant to, and you don’t know what happened between then and that night, because it all ended all too quickly, with you crying on the limo ride home. 

3 months later and you were almost over it until you chanced on a photo you’d forgotten to hide away in your digital memoirs and proceeded to sob.

“So uh… have you spoken to Katshole recently?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname your friend has given him, not bothering to tell her now to be nice. “No.”

It still annoys you. “Please stop calling him that.”

“Fine.”

Your other friend sighs.

“So uh, anyway, he dropped a video.” You raise your eyebrow.

“I mean, sure. Is the girl in it hot?” you ask. You pretend you haven’t been looking at his social media intermittently, trying to see if there was someone new in his life, but either way Katsuki prided himself on keeping his private life hidden away, so you wouldn’t be able to tell unless it was someone equally famous or advantageous to his career.

Your two friends both grimace at the same time. One says, “I mean yes, but not in the way you think.”

You blink.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re up and seated now, bedsheets pulled to your lap. You’ve minimized the video and are now typing his name into Google, and can see, indisputably, that he’s posted a new music video.

“Why did you guys wake me up for this?”

“Babe, listen to me carefully. If you’re not ready to get back together, do not click this video.”

Your heart thumps, while both of your friends watch you with bated breath, as your face contorts, trying to figure out what that means.

“I-”

“You’re in the video.”

You blink rapidly, your eyebrows still furrowed together, as your heart rate starts to pick up. Your mouth opens then closes.

You’re in the video.

“She’s done for,” one of your friends says, reading the look on your face, and sighs. “I’m gonna hang up, I’ll see you in the morning.”

All of you say your goodnights, and of course, you remain up, your face basking in the blue light of your cell phone, as you watch Katsuki’s urgent music video supposedly with you in it.

The video culminates in Katsuki, standing by a painted mural, and you recognize the photo, an image of your face from the first time he flew you out to paint in Italy, something that would have won any girl over just from the expense and planning, but won you over because he chose you as his model, because you can still remember how his lips parted as he mixed the right colors for your hair.

I’m sorry, please pick up my call, the video closes with the words written in his handwriting, and said with his voice, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face as you wordlessly cry.

And then your phone rings.

[lykos-attic]

Coming out of my cave to post art on here again

I'm trying ( heavy emphasis on trying 😭 ) to make designs for every arc 1 WoF character, and since mudwings are the easiest tribe for me to draw I started with clay and his siblings

Their shapes and stuff make sense in my head and have reasonings but I can't put them into words rghHHgdgGGRRRghhgfh

CHARACTERS; CLAY [ TOP LEFT ] , SORA [BOTTOM LEFT ] , UMBER [ TOP RIGHT ] , REED [ BOTTOM RIGHT ]

For Clay I wanted to make him simple, going along with him not thinking that he's anything special and not fit for the prophecy. He's still brighter than his sibs though, and has the brightest colored scales before his underbelly. (Do those have a name?? )

For Sora I wanted her kinda deer-like, with softer/less bold edges than the others. She has a scar in the same place Crane's death wound was.

For Umber I just stuck pretty closely to the canon design, adding some splotches and giving him a different shape than the others.

Finally, for Reed I just made him clay but duller, and more red. He nearly looks just like clay shape-wise, but is more inward. (I have no idea how to describe this 😭)

CHARACTERS; MARSH [ TOP LEFT ] , PHEASANT [ BOTTOM LEFT ] , CRANE [ BOTTOM RIGHT ]

I had the most fun with these guys can u tell

For Marsh I made him more sharp and edgy than the others to go with his anxious personality. His colors are very similar to Clay's, but he has splotches and light colored horns. (I love Marsh, he's underappreciated)

For Pheasant I wanted to base her off of a pheasant. Her markings are similar to those of a ring-necked pheasant, with her reds being the same as Umber's. She originally had green-ish yellow on her to go with her eyes (and also because pheasants have green on them) but I couldn't get it to work. (crying spongebob image) Her shape is more 'elegant' than her sibs. I think her design is my favorite out of all of these.

For Crane I based her lightly off of a crane. (🤯🤯🤯) She shares colors with sora and umber. (Sora because obviously, Umber because I needed his reds 😁) since really all we know about her is that she was protective of her sibs (as literally all of them are) I made her fierce and determined looking. Version without her death wound below

I got more confident in not following the canon designs super closely the more designs I made and it shows 😭😭 I never realized how much variety you can make in mudwings despite them being the 'boring' ones

adding image ID/alt texts tomorrow I needed to post this before I forgor but it's almost 12 and im tired goodnight jasper fans

[firefirefruit]

Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Twelve

Read On: AO3 | Table of Contents | Next Chapter

Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Twelve: Read Me, But Don't Weep

“Raya? Are you there?”

The clock ticks in the empty studio, wooden floors untouched by the sound of footsteps for days.

“We’re really worried, Raya. Please let me see you.”

Gramps used to be walking around the studio at this time of day. He’d have a steaming cup in hand as he’d trail past your empty workbench, a proud smile curling on his lips. He’d pick your blades up when he thought you weren’t watching and run his finger on their sharp edges.

“Sanji’s here with a meal for you.”

If his finger bled, he’d smile to himself with an approving sip of tea. If it didn’t, he would’ve peeled a post it note from the large stack you’d keep on your table.

“She still isn’t responding. I…I don’t know what to do…”

“Give her time, Nami-san. Look there.” A clinking of plates. The faint silhouette of a cigarette in hand. “She’s finished another bowl. That’s progress.”

He’d draw an arrow across the note using his non-dominant hand, balancing the cup in his other. He’d tack it on the metal, recap the pen, and sit outside with his journal.

The shadow of a small figure props up on his shoulder. “But her wounds, Sanji. If they don’t get tended to, I won’t sleep at night…”

An inhale of smoke. “I have an idea.”

“Look at me!” it would say. Very vague, very non-descriptive. But you’d instantly know what you needed to refine.

When he’d go to sleep, you’d snag the same scrawled-on note from your workspace, scrawl a goofy animal bowing, saying, ‘thank you, old man!’ underneath his text, and quickly slip it into his logbook.

You haven’t slept for days. It’s the anxiety - the sudden twang of loneliness that pulls in your chest when you’re in your bed; the light flickers, your eyes search for the time, and suddenly it hits you that Suki isn’t going to come into your room to wish you goodnight anymore.

The clock's unforgiving chime echoes at five in the morning. Your workshop, usually a sanctuary, feels stifling as you pace anxiously. A tumult of possibilities, questions, and thoughts overwhelms you, each one intensifying the tight knot in your chest, and frankly...

Well, frankly, when you close your eyes, you’re haunted by the image of those eyeballs.

One purple, one grey. One purple, one grey. One that makes you scream, the other that makes you cry.

Today’s the day you finally decide to go through his journal. Always meticulously placed on his favourite stool, its edges torn, and pages thickly bound with a multitude of Gramps-esque thoughts, it lays there from a distance as a heavy reminder of him.

When you open its contents, your fingers tracing through each page, a flurry of multicoloured papers roll out like a snowstorm, covering the floor with hundreds of small post-it notes.

“FLATTEN ME HERE >” one note says.

Below his instruction is your response, a drawing depicting a bear clasping its hands together, saying,

“Thanks, Gramps!”

A blue post-it note, this time:

“Good job. Very sharp.” Smudged traces of blood adorn the top of its corner.

“Need a plaster?” you respond, presenting a very detailed drawing of a smug human smile slapped on a cat’s face.

And you can’t help it. Tears seem to be pooling up in your eyes as you crouch to the floor, fingers gently going through each note in silence. You miss him. You feel out of control. You’re just…lost.

Gently, a soft rapping interrupts the stillness at the front door. Your attention sharply redirects to the source, and with a swift, almost instinctive motion, you vigorously swipe your face with the rough fabric of your sleeve as if trying to erase all emotion on your face.

“Good morning, Raya-san. I’ve put your breakfast outside the door…”

His figure lingers in the crook of the opaque door. He pulls a cigarette to his mouth, a hand tucked into his pockets, and he waits. Only for a second. Waiting to see if maybe this time, you’ll open the door.

True to expectations, there's no response from you. You're crouched on the floor, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of notes, observing his figure as it remains a mere blur. He exists as an elusive presence, unable to connect with you on any level beyond the provision of sustenance.

He fidgets slightly, pressing his legs away from the door.

“…Hey, just…please don’t forget to hydrate.”

As the echoes of his departing footsteps fade, you gradually unfurl from your crouched position. Moving with deliberate quietness, you approach the door, fingertips grazing its surface before grasping the knob. With a gentle turn, you lean in to peer through the peephole, confirming the emptiness beyond.

He's gone.

A sigh of relief escapes you as the door swings open. Your gaze drifts downward, and an overwhelming tide of gratitude and warmth floods your being. The remnants of his kindness linger in the air, a subtle yet tangible embrace. He tends to you, a guardian of care, even in the silence you offer, even when your words remain unspoken.

It’s the usual loving, simple breakfast that graces the front of your door.

Hot tea, no milk or sugar. Sliced apples and oranges adorn the plate like a bunch of blooming flowers - ripe to eat and fragrant to the nose - with a bowl of hand-made yoghurt resting by its side. Surprised, you cock your head at the meal - it's just the way you like it. You suppose that after a few days of testing out different meals with you, Sanji’s been closely observing what you have and haven’t been touching on your plate.

This time, however. you notice that there’s something obscure being propped in the corner of your eye; right next to the plate, there’s a big red box with a medic sign neatly painted across its lid.

“Chopper..." you mutter to yourself, running your fingers over the white medical bandages from within the box.

You feel so guilty – for all of it. You don’t deserve this level of kindness, this thoughtfulness that these members are showering you with. How ungrateful you are to not even open the door to thank them, to show them your face, to offer a smile and let them know that you’re going to be okay.

And still, without expecting anything in return, they still tend to you; Sanji feeds you, Nami sits in front of your door every day and obnoxiously talks to herself out loud, Chopper constantly worries for your physical health… All the while, you haven’t offered a reassuring word through the gap of your door.

Besides receiving it from Gramps, you haven’t experienced much unconditional love in your life - and that scares you. All of this scares you. Their love. It just...feels weird.

You find yourself perched on the floor, grappling with the swirling thoughts in your mind.

“What would you do if you were in my place?” Leaning in, you whisper to Suki's journal, your eyes carrying a silent plea for guidance. You feel the journal's roughened leather cover beneath your palm, your fingertips explore the edges of papers slightly unhinged from its binding.

Then, mid-bite, you pause. Your attention shifts as your fingers discover a loose piece of paper. It's strategically placed, almost as if meant for your eyes alone. Reading the words scrawled across its outer corner, you momentarily forget the apple in your hand, drawn into the unseen musings between the pages.

Raya. Read me.

Your heart pounds in your throat, immediately pulling the sheet out from its bound home.

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Raya,

In the best-case scenario, I naturally left you as I gave you my parting words.

In the worst, I probably pretended not to know you.

All in all, I hope that as you read this, you start snapping the way you always do whenever I’m trying to get a rise out of you…

Raya, if I have passed, please let my body rest in Wano. After that, I want you to immediately get the hell out of that place and start living your life.

If I am alive - and this is incredibly imperative - do not look for me. I want you to imagine me as having passed, to immediately get the hell out of my workshop, and to start living your life.

There’s much I haven’t told you. Some say I’m better at writing words than speaking them, and I must wholeheartedly agree; I suppose that’s why I began writing in the first place. You still have a part of me within these entries. Words never die, but the memories of them do.

I’m very much aware that I hadn’t said this enough to you – perhaps out of my ‘Wano-esque’ pride, as you call it – but I am incredibly proud of you.

I’m glad that my granddaughter was the catalyst for kicking me out of my home country - because if it had never happened, I would have been a thankless old man, doing thankless things in the comfort of my own home. And that’s why…

I decided to join the Straw Hats behind your back.

I know you’re probably incredibly furious with me right now. But please hear me out before you do anything.

I’m sorry for doing this without you knowing, but I‘d somehow known that I wouldn’t have enough time to kick your ass out of my workshop before I’d be gone.

Raya, even if I’m too old for adventure, I want my spirit to watch over and follow yours. I joined so that you would simply have no other choice but to follow me.

Become the greatest blacksmith of your generation. Hell, become a pirate. Join me on the Sunny.

Kozuki Sukiyaki

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The paper in your hand aggressively shudders, your gaze drifting to the door in front of you. You shove down the sob rising in your throat, fingernails digging into your skin.

He did what?

You’re seething. What the fuck? This actual hardass planned this all from the beginning. He knew. He knew something was going to happen and instead of informing you, he joined a fucking pirate crew.

Gramps would smile every time he’d open his journal, looking forward to every morning when he’d be able to read another new message.

You barge out the door, letter firmly grasped in your claws.

You’d stay in the workshop, pretending to be refining your blades, but in the corner of your eye, you’d be secretly watching, waiting for him to open his leather cover, and be met with your love.

The sunlight splinters through into your weakened eyes, the heat in your legs increasing as you begin charging towards the cave, towards the coastline, towards the fucking Sunny.

It was something so little, something so insignificant. But between you two, it was an earth-bending way of expressing your love, your gratitude to one another.

You leap onto the Sunny, standing straight in front of a knotted Luffy, his body stringing over the mast like a broken flag.

His eyes widen immensely as he sees you, breathing in a considerable amount of air, before screaming,

“RAYAAA-“

You throw your hand into the air, gaining more and more speed as your fingers plunge forward, and you strike at Luffy’s cheek.

You slap him. You slap Luffy with Gramps’ letter. Hard.

“Raya!” Usopp shrieks, running to restrain you. “What’s going on?”

“What did I do now?!” Luffy moans, wringing his arms around the mast.

“You let my old man join your crew?” You scream at Luffy, Usopp struggling to restrain you.

A synchronous “What?!” from the entire crew resounds on the Sunny, everyone momentarily forgetting their activities.

“Is it true, Luffy?” Chopper’s eyes are practically bulging.

“Oh, that!” Luffy scratches his head, a goofy grin plastered across his face, seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing in your eyes. “Yeah, I did!”

"What do you mean, 'Yeah, I did'?" Sanji interjects, cigarette dangling from his lips. His usual calm demeanour cracks, revealing a hint of irritation.

Luffy shrugs, "He asked if he could join, and I said sure. He's a cool oldie."

Usopp struggles to hold you back as you seethe with anger, the letter crumpled in your grip. "Cool oldie? Luffy, he’s gone! He didn’t intend to actually join; he's trying to make me join. Do you understand?” Luffy, still clueless about the emotional turmoil he's caused, scratches his head again. “No?”

You find your voice, the anger giving way to a desperate plea. "Luffy, he did this because he knew he was going to be taken away, and he didn't want me to be left all alone. He wants me to join, to continue his legacy.”

Luffy's grin fades as he looks at you, the weight of the situation dawning on him. "Ohhhh…”

Zoro, who's been leaning against the mast with closed eyes, finally speaks up, "Luffy, you should've at least informed her. We don't know what she's been through."

You snap your head up, glaring straight at the fucking marimo.

“What did you just say?” You hiss.

Zoro, leaning against the mast with his eye still closed, seems undisturbed by your sharp retort. His posture remains relaxed, but there's a subtle tension in the air, an unspoken challenge between you and the swordsman.

Your glare, fuelled by frustration and betrayal, meets Zoro's closed eye. It's as if he can sense the storm of emotions within you, yet he remains unfazed.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Zoro opens his eye, revealing a keen gaze that pierces through the charged atmosphere. The intensity in his expression matches yours, a silent acknowledgment of the clash between two strong-willed spirits.

As you lock eyes with him, there's an unspoken understanding that goes beyond the immediate conflict. It's a recognition of shared defiance, a stubbornness that transcends words. Zoro doesn't look away; instead, he meets your gaze head-on, challenging you to confront the emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

Usopp, sensing the escalating tension, takes a step back, observing the interaction between you and Zoro with a raised eyebrow.

You take a step forward, still seething with anger, and Zoro, in response, pushes himself off the mast. The distance between you two narrows, and the air crackles with the unresolved energy of conflicting emotions.

“Don’t act like you understand anything,” you hiss, your voice laced with bitterness. “You’re the one who let him get taken.”

Zoro's eyes narrow at your accusation, a flicker of irritation breaking through his calm exterior. The crew, still frozen in the wake of your outburst, watches the confrontation unfold with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"I didn't let him get anything," Zoro retorts, his voice low and steady. "Your old man made his own choice. Don't put that on me."

Your fists clench at your sides, the pain and anger surging through you. The words you exchanged with Suki's journal replay in your mind, intensifying the overwhelming emotions. You take another step forward, closing the gap between you and Zoro, your eyes locked in a battle of wills.

"He joined the crew to protect you," Zoro continues, his gaze unwavering. "He wanted you to live freely, without being tied down to whatever he’s hiding."

"He didn't need to join a crew of pirates for that," you shoot back, your voice shaking with rage and sorrow. "He could've told me. He could’ve let me choose my own choices."

Zoro's jaw tightens, and a rare hint of emotion flashes in his eyes.

Franky and Chopper, still on edge, watch the intense exchange between you and Zoro.

You tear your gaze away from Zoro, the anger subsiding into a heavy sadness. Your shoulders slump, and the weight of the recent events presses down on you; everyone watches, unsure of how to comfort you in your moment of vulnerability.

Luffy's expression turns more serious as he looks at you, "He said not to tell you…He wanted it to be a surprise."

You hold the paper in your hand like grasping at the last remnants of your grandfather. "Luffy, do you have any idea what he wrote in this letter?"

The crew falls silent, awaiting your response. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions before speaking.

"He said if he's alive, I shouldn't look for him. Pretend he’s dead. Continue living my life as if nothing ever happened. I’m sick of him telling me what to do, Luffy. I’m sick of the secrets and the surprises and...and...."

The weight of those words hangs in the air, a heavy silence settling over the tumbling waves. Nami places a warm hand on your shoulder, squeezing you in comfort.

“Something bad’s happening,” you say, looking at each and everyone in the eye. “I can just feel it. And there’s no chance that I’m going to just… let my old man...”

“Then, join us,” Luffy intervenes, crossing his arms.

You stare at him, taken aback by his bluntness. “Did you not listen to anything I just said?"

“I did,” Luffy affirms with a nod. He steps towards you, placing a hand on the other side of your shoulder, and offers you a slight smile. “No hard feelings, Swords, but we’re gonna grab Gramps with or without you being a part of our crew. And this time, it’s your choice. Not Gramps. Not anybody’s. Yours. You choose.”

"I..." You pause, unsure of what to say. "I mean..."

Luffy cocks his head at you, beaming.

"Well? What's it gonna be?"

[tired-biscuit]

What would Kiba do if we would tell him how handsome he is but in a coo voice, just straight up petting his face and patting his head telling him what a pretty boy he is.

18+ fem!reader // cw: praise kink, very soft and cute. modern AU, established relationship.

he’s unsure about it at first.

this man is just so unapproachable-looking at first glance, you know? he’s dark, all sharp features, crossed arms over a wide chest. he’s heavy boots, anger issues, fed up eye rolls and impatience. the persistent scowl that he’s always wearing on his face doesn’t help his case either. just by looking at him, people get the feeling that he’s going to be a bitchy cunt the moment he opens his mouth.

and kiba likes that just fine. he likes being intense and perhaps even a little bit intimidating because it leaves a lasting impression, which is what he’s always strived to achieve anyway. he likes that when he steps into the room, people’s eyes flicker in his direction. that they turn a bit wary. that he provokes a reaction. that he can’t possibly be overlooked.

so for you to step onto your tippy-toes and pull him closer because of the height difference, smushing his cheeks until his lips are pursing, gushing and cooing what an absolute cutie he is; what a pretty boy he is, definitely catches him off guard at the start of your relationship.

i mean, he tries so hard to look like he’s this big, cool badass who does not give a single flying fuck about anything or anyone, just for you to come skedaddling his way; flipping that image right on its head with all your empathy and lovey-dovey gestures.

nevertheless, i think he secretly feels flattered by it, though it does take him a long while to start to wilfully show and actually admit to how much he appreciates all your doting in reality. you already know it, of course — how endearing he actually finds your actions — from how the tips of his ears flush a faint red each time you get sugary with him, and how his eyes start to flicker onto just about anything in the room but you.

it’s always the same reaction. you go all “ooh, you’re my baby! my lil’ baby!” on him and he grumbles something under his breath; telling you to “c’mon, stop that” while his face gets so warm to the touch that it makes the tips of your fingers tingle. what’s even funnier is that he doesn’t even think of moving away despite all the fuss and protesting that he’s causing. and it’s so adorable, how vividly flustered he gets by it every single time!

so months pass one after the other, and slowly, ever so patiently, you lure out a praise kink out of him that he never even knew he had.

because all of a sudden, your grumpy boyfriend catches himself preening — yes, actually preening — just so that he can receive more of your little compliments. catches himself helping you with little, mindless chores just so that you have a reason to thank him and give him your approval afterwards.

he sighs to no end and mopes in bed until you lean over and give him his goodnight kiss. whenever he comes home from work, feeling tired as hell, he just plops down on top of you while you’re watching tv on the couch, and lets you wrap your legs around him and stroke his back until he feels better.

he actually likes all the cooing and babying. he likes the sweet little pet names that you call him. he likes the cutesy text messages and the matching bracelets and the fact that you insist on getting matching t-shirts whenever you go on vacation together. he likes taking pictures with you, even if he never posts anything on his instagram. he’s so down bad that he even wears your initial around his neck.

he likes how you take care of him when he gets sick, even if he starts acting dramatic about it; whining and complaining like he’s about to die from a simple cold. he likes how you cheer for him whenever you have a lazy day and choose to spend it by playing video games on the couch — you make him keep trying to beat the stupid level even if he lacks the patience for it. as a matter of fact, he’ll win it just for you.

and he also likes that you keep steady eye contact whenever you clamber on top of him in that clumsy way that he thinks is oh, just so goddamn cute, and how you ride him in that slow, passionate rhythm he’d never pick himself before meeting you. he likes how you smile and caress his face when his lips part and he moans in pure bliss at the feeling of your sticky cunt squeezing around him so, so tight; finally submitting to the feeling and allowing himself to be vulnerable. he likes how you call him beautiful, then. not handsome, not hot; beautiful.

it’s the little things. sometimes they’re cute, like holding his hand when you’re out and about, and sharing the leftovers from your plate with him because you know he wants them even if he never asks for them. other times they’re dumb, like when you convince him to let you pamper him with your vast collection of skincare products, and how you get matching tongue piercings just because you’re curious what it’s like to kiss with them as soon as the swelling goes down.

he’s fond of it all as long as it’s with you. because unlike with other people, you don’t just look at him; you make him feel seen. with you, love grows.

you see the layers and all the gooey softness that hides underneath. you see his heart. the twinkle of kindness that appears in his dark brown eyes. how careful and gentle he is with animals. the playfulness in his grin, even if it’s sharp and rare.

you see him.

but you best know that he’s fighting for his life in the groupchat the moment his friends find out how much he actually loves it when you baby him!

[roundandroundandroundandroundan]

I got bored waiting for my laundry to laundry, so I started rolling an incorrect quotes generator with various dominion smp characters.

(AS PER USUAL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO I KNOW ARE ON THIS WEBBED SITE I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR ANY HORRID MANGLING OF CHARACTERS)

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Sneve, standing with their back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Legundo. Legundo: How did you do that without turning around? Sneve: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

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Sneve: I can explain. Legundo: Can you? Sneve: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

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Viking: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Legundo: Oh, I’m always running Legundo: The question is from what

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Legundo: Can you please be serious for five minutes? Sneve: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Legundo: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent? Viking: Go the heck to sleep Legundo: What gif I don't want to? Viking: No.

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Legundo: Where are you going? Viking: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

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Legundo: Violence isn't the answer. Viking: You’re right. Legundo: *sighs in relief* Viking: Violence is the question. Legundo: What? Viking, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Legundo, running after them: NO-

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Sneve: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Sneve: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.

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Viking: Goodnight moon. Viking: Goodnight tree. Viking: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

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Sneve: I think we're missing something. Legundo: Teamwork? Shadow: Cohesion? Joy: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Sneve: Is stabbing someone immoral? Legundo: Not if they consent to it. Shadow: Depends who you’re stabbing. Joy: YES?!?

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Sneve: Sh*t. Joy: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Shadow: OH MY GOD LEGUNDO FELL OFF!!!

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Legundo: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions? Sneve: Put spaghetti in it. Legundo: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you. Shadow: Put spaghetti in it. Legundo: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two. Joy: Put spaghetti in it. Legundo: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

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Legundo: How did none of you hear what I just said? Joy: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Shadow: I got distracted about halfway through. Sneve: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Sneve: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Legundo: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Shadow? Shadow: Probably “road work ahead”. Joy: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Sneve, setting down a card: Ace of spades Legundo, pulling out an Uno card: +4 Joy, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you Shadow, trembling: What are we playing

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Sneve: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat* Legundo: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents Sneve: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you Shadow: Actually I did the math, Legundo would have $225, not $0.15. Legundo: Fam I’m right here.... Joy: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :) Sneve: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please? Joy: Sorry I only have a dollar Sneve: :( Shadow: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Legundo would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent Joy: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice Shadow: You can buy anything you want with $22,500 Taneesha: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice Shadow: Apply juice to what Viking: Directly to the forehead Legundo: Great chat everyone

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*The squad right before Legundo's wedding* Sneve: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend. Shadow: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too! Viking: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well Taneesha: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND Joy, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

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Legundo: I CAN'T DO IT! Sneve, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Legundo: I CANT DO IT ANYMORE Shadow: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Legundo: Legundo: I appreciate it, Legundo: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Joy: Legundo- Legundo: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Taneesha: Legundo we gotta- Legundo: YOU GOTTA DRAW A LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Legundo: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Legundo, motioning to Viking: NOT THIS

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Sneve: Rules are made to be broken. Legundo: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Shadow: Uh, piñatas. Joy: Glow sticks. Taneesha: Karate boards. Viking: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Sneve: Rules. Legundo:

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Sneve: Dumbest scar stories, go! Legundo: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Shadow: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Joy: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Taneesha: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Viking: Viking: I have emotional scars.

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Legundo, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Viking: Hey. Shadow: Hi. Joy: Hello. Taneesha: Hey! Legundo: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Sneve: We were out of Doritos.

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Sneve: Time for plan G. Taneesha: Don’t you mean plan B? Sneve: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Shadow: What about plan D? Sneve: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Joy: What about plan E? Sneve: I’m hoping not to use it. Legundo dies in plan E. Viking: I like plan E.

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Sneve: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do? Legundo: Have everyone stand. Shadow: Bring three more chairs! Joy: The most important ones can sit down. Viking: Kill three.

[yeomies]

𝜗 𝓜e, 𝓔spresso .ᐟ 𝜚

⌗ synopsis — love at first sight is one thing but love at first glance is a whole different story for jake (idol!jake x blk! kpop idol reader — member of æspa)

warnings :: one singular curse, not proofread, the use of “you, your, you’re” instead of i / first person views, in lowercase, my first story so pleaaaase 😭

word count — 939 [funnyface]

you were a foreign idol from the states that had joined the group æspa after a good 3 years of training. you had been known as korea’s foreign beauty and an inspiration to many black kpop idols across the world that there was hope, and you can do whatever you put your mind to. like the black barbie of your time.

but your biggest fan? sim jaeyun. you two had never spoken before, but he was so enticed by you and your visuals. he had spoken publicly about you and how you were one of his idols even though you two were around the same age. this infatuation turned into a little joke between fandoms and even dating rumors which he formally apologized about. throughout the many months to come, he had asked for your number numerous times to which you replied with how you wasn’t really giving any one your number yet

but after many attempts, you had given him your number. you thought he was cute don’t get me wrong, but you just wanted the attention and rumors to stop. but they didn’t. after giving him your number he got asked a question about you

“do you like [__]? are you two dating?” “no, we’re not dating. but i do have her number!” he said with a wide smile on his face as he read more comments like he didn’t just say something that could potentially lead to yet ANOTHER. dating rumor.

in the dorms with aespa that night it was chaotic. “what the fuck.” you exclaimed while karina & giselle showed you the clip “no, [__] he’s obsessed with you.” giselle laughed loudly as winter came up to the three of you. “did you see the clip? there’s like 7 posts about it already on twitter..” you examined winter’s feed hoping what she was saying wasn’t true.. but it was. you sighed heavily as you walked over to your shared dorm. “i’m going to sleep. this’ll blow over by tomorrow… right?” the three girls shrugged as you rolled your eyes contently and shut the door. being greeted by your groups maknae, ningning. who had been watching jake’s live from the beginning

“hey ning.” you huffed, shuffling over to your bed and flopping onto it. “hey, what’s wrong?” “another dating rumor.” she sighed. “look on the bright side, he probably just wants to be friends, try and get to know him more, under, the idol image.” you looked up from your bed and thought for a second maybe she was right — maybe he just wanted to be friends! you whipped out your phone and texted the boy.

“hey jake it’s [__]! just texting to get to know you better, i know i gave you my number but we really never got to speak about our lives outside our careers:)!” you sent the message and awaited a reply. . and, of course, within minutes, he responds ! “hey! sorry, i was a little scared to text you lol!! but yeah let’s talk!!!” you smiled as you kept the conversation going for a couple hours. from the conversation, you had found out what movies he liked, what he liked to be called and his favorite part of doing what he does.

these conversations lasted for months before you two started publicly hanging out and hugging at award shows, which of course, sparked confusion between fandoms & fan bases.

one night, you had been working in the studio for your groups new comeback as you walked back to your dorm to play animal crossing with winter when you see jake already playing, so you texted him “well goodnight to you too” “lol sorry, i haven’t been able to sleep lately..” you frowned at this text “awh why is that?” you replied with a :( emoji at the end. “honestly, i’ve been up thinking about our conversations, i’m so excited to start a new one everyday and i’ve been waiting for forever to finally talk to you and now i can. so i just stay up thinking about you.”

“wanna call?” you risk-fully typed as you almost threw your phone across the room — when you heard a ding! come from your phone. you gasped an hastily looked for it on your bed “sure, [__] let’s call” you melted at this text and called him. you two were quiet for a moment until he spoke up “i’m sorry.. if i came off as a little weird when we first met. when i first saw you i was amazed by you — like you were a goddess that flew in from the states.” he paused inbetween his words before speaking up again. “you really are one of my favorite people right now and i’m glad we’re talking.” you smiled at his confession and replied “thank you, jake. you’re too sweet.” the two of you talked until the morning came and ningning complained about having to sleep in the living room because of the noise.

after that, the two of you had spoken everyday, talking every single hour until he finally confessed, he proposed to be your boyfriend. he came to your dorms and brought flowers for you with a note saying “bf & gf?” it was simple, but you loved it. you texted him immediately after seeing them saying “yes, you can be my boyfriend.” a week later, you had released a solo track called “espresso.” jake listened to it on live and realized the lyrics were aimed at him

“said you can’t sleep? baby i know, that’s that me espresso..!” he sighed and chuckled at the lyrics, this was the start of a long relationship.

[ramp-it-up]

Santa, Daddy

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 3K

Summary: Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s Helper for the night.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. Consequences of a bet, Christmas party, suggestive outfit, drinking, getting wasted, continued flirting, dirty Christmas list (sex toys), suggestion of anal, oral (f receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) Daddy kink, Good girl kink, breast play, copious cum, praise, dirty talk.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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“I triple dog dare you.”

You rolled your eyes as Scott ‘oohed’ at his own dare.

“There are kids in there, Scott!”

“As soon as Chris passes out the presents, they are going to be going home to get in bed for the real Santa. No young minds corrupted..”

Scott was too sure of himself.

You peeked out to the living room where Chris was holding court with the Evans and Capuano clan children. He looked perfect, the padded Santa suit, wig and beard complimenting his pale complexion. And the voice. He was a good actor.

Meanwhile, you were standing in Chris’s bedroom, staring at a box on the bed which contained something his brother, (who was also your first best friend in Boston) ordered for you. You looked down at the skimpy Santa’s little helper costume and bit your lip.

It was all going to be on display out there.

“You owe me one, unless you’re too chickenshit…”

“Fuck you Evans. I’ll do it, but not until the minors are gone.”

“Thank you for honoring your bet. You said you’d serve my drinks, anytime, anywhere, when we bet on the game.”

You shook your head. You had been shitfaced when you came over to Chris’ house for the Patriots-Giants game in August. You didn’t think an innocent bet would cost this much.

“I hate you Scott.”

“I love you too, now I want to see that body ody ody.”

“Shut the fuck up. And get out.”

“Alright. I’ll text you when the kids are gone.”

You looked at yourself in one of Chris’s many mirrors. You weren’t ashamed of your body, and while you weren’t shitfaced just yet, you were mellow enough to not have any of your normal body image issues.

The bathroom was full of the smell of Chris. As you inhaled the scent of him, you thought about the fact that Scott always accused you and Chris of having a thing for each other. 

It was ridiculous. 

Just because you and Chris shared long looks, you always leaned your head on his shoulder and clutched his arm when you were watching a movie, and yes, he always gave you a forehead kiss goodnight when you left his house but that meant nothing.

There was nothing to Scott’s accusation, except for the fact that you were gone on Chris and wanted to fuck his brains out.

But you knew what happened to the women he brought around. You never saw them again. You didn’t want to lose your friends. Fucking Chris wasn’t worth it. Even if you did have feelings for him.

You turned back to the box on the bed, feeling a different kind of way about wearing the outfit therein.

30 minutes later, five minutes after Scott texted you, you came out of Chris’s bedroom in the outfit.

Scott and company whistled, clapped and stomped their feet when you emerged as Chris stripped off the hat, wig, and beard. When he saw you walking over to the bar with your ass practically all the way out, Chris’s mouth hinged open.

You looked at him over your shoulder and Chris took it as an invitation.

“The bar is open.”

You announced it, and Chris thought that it was a sign. He sauntered over, still in the padded red suit.

You batted your eyes at him as he approached.

“Aren’t you just Santa’s little helper?”

You smiled.

“What would you like, Chris?”

The bet was service with a smile, so you were playing nice. Scott was eagle eyeing you and Chris from across the room.

Chris licked his lips wolfishly.

“I’m not going to say what I’d like, but I’ll have a vodka cranberry right now.”

You served it up while Chris blatantly ogled you. You weren’t mad at him. You tried to keep your mind pure and didn’t flirt as you worked.

“Scott came up with a good bet this time. It seems like we all won.” 

Chris’s eyes moved from your black platform high heeled boots with the fur to your barely there black-laced teddy showcasing your apple bottom, to your red hat hanging jauntily off your mountain of hair. 

“Holy shit, you’re so hot...”

Chris’s blue eyes tried to capture you as you drank and you pushed away from him and the bar as Scott beckoned you over. You tossed Chris another look over your shoulder as you took Scott a beer.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Wonder what else you can take?” 

Chris said it half to himself but he saw your smirk in response.

Chris played Santa for a while longer, hosting friends on his lap and asking what they wanted for Christmas. You played helper, standing beside them for pictures. Your turn was last. You looked at Chris’s wide open legs and thanked whatever god was in heaven.

“What do you want for Christmas, little girl?”

You sat on Chris’s lap, as demurely as you could, your ass on one of his large thighs. You knew that you were getting hot and wet by sitting this close to his dick, and you could swear that you could feel it on your leg. You kept trying to scoot off of it, but Chris grabbed you closer. You narrowed your eyes and he grinned as you became sure of what he was doing.

Okay, he wanted to play. You would play.

“Well, SantaChris, I either want a good Daddy with a thick dick or a new purple deep thrusting wand so I can get off. Haven’t had good dick in a while.”

Everyone was busy getting wasted and you were speaking low, so no one heard what you said.

Chris didn’t think you’d come like that. He gulped.

“Uh… ummmm. I- I- I think I can manage that. Deep thrusting you say?”

You managed your best innocent look and batted your eyes up at him. You felt his cock swell on your leg.  

“Yes. I like it hard, deep, and rough. Can I also ask for a new vibrating butt plug?” 

You tapped your hand on your chin and looked at him questioningly. Chris eyes were dilated and his mouth was open.

“Fuck yeah.”

He practically moaned, then cleared his throat.

“I mean, yes, little girl. Have you been good?”

You smiled at Chris and then leaned in, swerving to his ear as he puckered up for a kiss.

“Well Santa, that's for my Daddy to decide.”

Your sultry whisper made Chris’ brain short circuit and you were up off his lap before he could grab you and take you into his room.

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Chris was thankful for the padding in the Santa suit; he walked around for the rest of the night with his cock hard. He always knew you were gorgeous, thick and seemingly soft in just the right places. He knew that body was banging. When he had to jack off, it was frequently to you and after tonight, there was no other choice. 

The problem was that Chris didn’t want to ruin the friendship. You were fine, but you were also smart and funny and if he risked hitting on you seriously, you might disappear. You were worth more to him than those random hookups.

As a result, he relished movie nights, ogling you from across the room, and your drunken debates with Scott. Kissing you on the forehead after a fun night with the homies was the closest he came to admitting his feelings. 

One day, he promised himself.

But here you were tonight, Christmas Eve, wrapped up seemingly just for him. And the presents you asked for! Surely that was an invitation, right? Or were you just fucking with him?

Damn, he wished you’d fuck with him.

For the rest of the evening, you and Chris did this dance. Literally for your friends’ cameras and private IG accounts when you hammed it up to some christmas music, and figuratively as you two eye fucked each other from afar, your usual cadence knocked into overdrive.

Chris’s Santa outfit came off, bit by bit, until he was in a wife beater, suspenders and the huge red pants and boots as he partied with his friends.

He was walking around, holding his crotch and acting like a frat boy, as he does, and you were loose, giving people lapdances while staring at Chris. The energy was on a thousand as the night ended. 

You announced that you were changing while Scott and his boyfriend waited for you. You, them, and Chris were the last four people in his house. 

“Do me a favor. Both of you walk your asses to the kitchen and drink at least 12 ounces of water before we leave. I want to see you start sobering up, now.”

“I’m not too wasted, Scotty. My dick is still hard.” 

Chris grabbed himself through the red velvet and you giggled as he followed you into the kitchen to get some bottles of water.

Chris watched your mouth wrap around the water bottle.

“Fuck! I want those lips around my cock.”

He practically yelled it as you sputtered your water and coughed.

“What?”

Chris was staring at you.

“What?” He looked at you questioningly. “Oh shit, did I say that out loud?”

The door closed in the living room and you went to see that Scott and his guy were gone.

“Yes, you practically yelled it, and now Scott thinks we’re trying to get busy!”

You went to the door to see Scott’s taillights.

“There goes my ride.”

You stepped to Chris and glared up at him, hands on your bare hips.

“Fuck you Chris, you better get me an Uber!”

Your finger was in his face and Chris stared at you.

“Yes, and no.”

His voice was extra deep and menacing.

“What the hell?”

“I’ll take you up on the first and say no to the second. I’d fuck you in a minute, and I don’t want you to leave.”

Chris stepped to you.

“You feel the same, yeah?”

You tried to step back, but Chris followed you.

“You’re being ridiculous, Christopher.”

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip, not realizing that it enhanced your curves. Chris looked down and licked those cherry red lips. He caught you staring and gave you a sexy side smile.

“Am I? See something you like, Beautiful?”

Your eyes met his and that was a mistake. He saw the emotion in yours and you felt like jello as his deep voice began to rumble through you.

“You want a Daddy to fuck you hard and rough and deep, in all your holes? Did I hear you right?”

He was closer than close now, and your hands were on his chest now, your brain telling you to push him away, but your pussy making you feel up his pecs. You shook your head no.

“A thick Daddy.”

Chris looked up at the ceiling. 

“Ohhhh. A thick Daddy.”

You stared at his Adam's apple and wanted to suck it. Chris took one of your hands in his and brought it down to his crotch. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you held his hard, throbbing length.

“That thick enough?”

You whimpered as Chris’s mouth crashed on yours. The kiss was intense, and your mouth was claimed by one of your best friends. Your mind emptied of all thought as Chris’s hands went everywhere on your body, everywhere his eyes had been all night.

“Do you want this?” 

You didn’t expect Chris to pull away, but he did, needing to verify your want before he let years of anticipation loose.

“Absolutely.” 

Your smile was upside down as Chris threw you over your shoulder and took you back into his bedroom. You were thrown on the bed as Chris reached for his suspenders and disrobed down to his boxer briefs. You licked your lips at the story his stiff cock was telling through his garments and unconsciously let your legs fall open. 

Chris fell to his knees and immediately pushed his nose into you, sniffing and giving your pussy pecks through the sequined material.

“Good god, I’ve wanted this forever,” Chris told you as his hands moved up your legs to your thighs, to grasp the crotch of your outfit and tear it.

“Hey!”

“I need to determine if you’re a good girl or not. I’ll get you another outfit, if you want one.”

You leaned up to watch Chris start to devour your cunt with that mouth, tongue collecting your liquid and mouth slurping; it was like a dehydrated man drinking from a fountain.

All the while he kept eye contact until you couldn’t do it anymore. You grabbed his hair, threw your head back, closed your eyes, and moaned as you came into his mouth. Chris brought his thick fingers up to fuck you through it and the prolonged orgasm knocked your flat on your back.

“Mmmmmm. A very, very, very, very, good girl you are.”

You opened your eyes to the sensation of the head of Chris’s cock at your entrance as he tore the rest of your outfit off you. He grabbed your breasts as he slid slowly inside your generous wetness, your face a silent, erotic scream at the stretch.

“Looks like it’s thick enough. Good. Girl. Good fucking girl.” 

Chris rolled your nipples and you arched into his hands as he rotated his hips, then slowly pulled out and then in again, fucking you thouroughly, deeply, but slowly.

“Ohhhhhhh. Shit. Dadddyyyyy!!!”

You started gasping for breath at the sensations you were feeling.

“That’s it. Only ever imagined that face as I gave you this cock. Fuck. Reality is so much better than my mind and hand. So fucking tight for me. Taking me so well.”

Chris looked down at your cunt clenching down around him, and the cream you were giving him.

“Suchhhh a fucking good girl.” 

He looked back up again.

“And those tits.”

He started pounding even harder and your tits started bouncing.

Your only response was his name.

“Chris!”

“Oh my god this is heaven.”

When his thumb went to flick your clit, was when you lost it all around him again. Chris held your hips and continued to fuck you deep and hard through your orgasm. He held on as you shuddered around him, eyes dilated, and mouth open. You pulsed again as he spit on your clit and rubbed it into your sensitive flesh. He looked up at you. Those blues were piercing.

“Mine.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Shhhhiittttt!”

Chris’s eyes rolled and his rhythm sped up a bit as he almost lost control at your words but he stopped and gathered himself together, letting you both feel the pounding of your cock together. Then he pulled out. He twisted your nipple with one hand and stroked his wet dick with another.

“You are so fucking hot. This cock is ruined for you.” 

His voice was so sweet.

“Let me suck my juices off, Daddy.”

Chris’s eyes went wide and his hand seemed to blur as he stroked his cock faster. He twisted your nipple hard, then smacked it.

“No, fuck…. Shit…. no, I’d cum down your throat…”

You had him out of control as you sat up.

“If you want to, Daddy.”

You licked your lips in front of him, but you didn’t move, just stared up with those eyes.

“Holy shit, I want to, fuckkkk, I really wanna, but I’m gonna finish inside you tonight. Turn the fuck around, lemme see that ass. Gotta get a condom…”

“No you don't, Daddy. I have an IUD.”

Chris growled.

“Fucking perfect…  on your knees.”

“So goddam beautiful…”

You presented your ass to him and his throbbing member was quickly at your entrance. He sank inside you to the hilt, then grabbed your hair. He leaned down to your ear.

“You like it rough?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Hang on.”

Chris drew back, almost completely out of you, then, he starting fucking you. Hard. Deep. Thorough. It was everything you wanted and needed.

“Oh myyyy….Gooood Godddddd!”

You were cumming almost immediately and Chris slapped your ass.

“Shit, this feels so…Ummmmmmm! I can’t…. I can’t stop now.”

He started getting sloppy and you knew he was right there with you. 

But you had to ask.

“Can I cum, Daddy???”

Your whiny baby voice pushed him over the edge.

“Absofuckinglutely. My good fucking girllllll!”

Chris emptied so much cum into you that it started leaking out and down your legs as you collapsed on the bed, Chris still inside you. You were still shaking and vibrating as he held you tight, kissing the back of your neck.

“Shit, Chris…” 

You couldn’t stop trembling. He held you tighter and pulled the comforter over both of you, half unmaking the bed.

“I know, darlin’. So so good. Damn. Why haven’t we done this sooner?”

He really couldn’t think of a good reason.

“Friendship…” 

You were slipping over the edge of consciousness.

“Oh yeah, that. Yeah. Don’t wanna be your friend anymore. You gotta be my girl...”

Chris’s voice was sleepy too.

“Haha….you’re funny…”

You giggled and fell asleep, listening to Chris snore as he softened inside you.

The next morning, you woke up, sunlight slicing through your eyelids and your head. You groaned and rolled over, immediately realizing what happened. You looked around for Chris, who was gone.

You gingerly got up and went to the bathroom, starting the shower to get cleaned up. You were dreading facing him. He was probably just waiting for you to be done to call the Uber.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, he was there, handing you a robe, some aspirin, and some water.

He kissed you on the forehead.

“Merry Christmas!”

You were reticent and replied a subdued “Merry Christmas” in return. 

He sighed and shook his head, smiling at you.

“Don’t even overthink it. Yes, we did that, and yes, I said that.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“Now are you ready to stop fucking around and do this thing?”

You sipped your water and pretended to think as you took the aspirin.

“Well it is Christmas. And it seems my wish has come true.”

You smiled wide and Chris let out a breath.

“Good. Now let me cross that wand off your list. No need for that ever again.”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Well then, be a good girl and don’t close your eyes.”

Chris grabbed the tie of your robe and led you back into the shower.

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[yuyu1024]

Jealous

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n & Wooyoung [ex bf]

Genre/tags: fake relationship, jealousy, maybe a little smut? Angst? A bit slow

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 cursing, smut, making out, pet names, fighting, smoking and alcohol drinking, unprotected sex, semi public [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3.0k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: this is a repost. Check pinned post ♥️

******

Break ups sucks! Especially if your the one that got dumped and you have no choice but to see the other person every fucking day because you go to the same university and have the same circle of friends. This is what they mean by dating your friend will ruin your life. I should've just not tried dating him. Because if I didn't, I would've not have gotten to know him more and fell in love. Yes, I regret it now but what can I do now?

Yes, Wooyoung is a nice person. He's sweet, understanding and all the shit things girls like. Add that he's good looking, sexy and had this bad boy charisma in him. But now, I don't have him. He let me go. He let me go because I am too much for him now. He wants to focus on studying and does not want any distraction right now. He said he won't have time now to date or even think about anything else. Psssh. Who is he kidding? He can't be in a relationship with me but when we all have nights out with friends he's always present and enjoying? Whats the difference? It's not like we go on dates every fucking day! To be honest, we only meet when we were in school.

I am not that demanding for dates. Coz i understand he's busy.

Ugh. Fuck him. I am a distraction for him? Maybe our relationship was just nothing at all for him. Maybe... the more than one year we were together is just nothing for him. I don't know anymore. Maybe I'm just not his type. And he just realized it late. I'm different from all the other girls he dated before. Maybe I'm that boring for him.

"Stop staring..." a hand appears in front of my face, handing me a strawberry milk shake. "You'll poke a whole through the glass window if you keep looking at him."

It's Seonghwa. Wooyoung's best friend. They've been friends even before university. Seonghwa is like Wooyoung. Charismatic, bad boy image, a nice and kind person and all. The only difference is Woo is the text book extrovert that you can imagine. He gets along with everyone. Talks to everyone. He can get friendly to a lot of people even to those who are a bit questionable. He is that nice. He does not want to judge people that easily so he tries. While Seonghwa is more of the quiet and reserved person. He can get along with people easily especially if you guys are close and friends but he's acts a bit more cold to strangers or in general people who he does not vibe with.

"Thanks..." I take the drink from him. "Why are you here outside? The boys are all in there?"

He pulls out a cigarette from his leather jacket and takes one out from the pack using his lips. "They invited a few freshmen girls..." he lights it up and scrunches his noise with annoyance

"Men." I roll my eyes, shaking my head

"Not all men..." he puffs smoke off, "I'm here."

"Jeez, sorry..." I smile

"How are you doing?"

"Good... I guess..."

"How long has it been?"

"A month..."

"Hmm..."

Seonghwa and I, are not THAT close. We do share a few likes and interest like photography and painting as both of us have those as hobbies. But we never really talked about personal stuffs about each other besides things that are related to Wooyoung.

"Is Wooyoung still talking to you?"

"Well..." I take a sip of my drink and look at the sunset that is happening in front of us. "I asked him... to give me time... like to slowly let him off my system... meet me, chat a little.. text me good morning and goodnight... still... and then slowly lessen the communication..."

"Is it working?"

"I hope it is..." I look back inside the coffee shop and see him being friendly with the girl. "Because fuck it still hurts." I whirl my head back and try to fight the tears in my eyes. "If only there's a quick remedy for me to move on and forget."

"There is."

I gaze at him, "there is?"

The corner of his lips slowly curves up, "date again."

"What? I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready to be in a relationship again! Besides... I'm not..."

"Not what?"

"I'm not the usual girl... guys likes..."

"What do you mean by that?"

I put my drink on the table. "Look at me..." I point out to Seonghwa my appearance, "and then look at the freshmen girls in there."

He looks confused as he glances at both direction. "I don't get what you mean... for me, you and the girls are the same. Both beautiful women."

"Oh."

He looks stunned on how I reacted. "Don't Wooyoung ever tell you how beautiful you are...?"

I look down at the floor. "He does actually..."

"Hmm...I see."

We were both silent for quiet sometime.

Yes. Wooyoung always tells me or rather reassures me that I am beautiful which makes me glad and happy. He always says it but I don't feel it when we are both together and with other people. I gave an effort to always look presentable when I am with him. I learn how to put make up more than the casual look I know and even grew my hair so I can curl it or tie it nicely every once in a while. But there were moments that all my efforts were not noticed because he was busy.

"Stop doing that." Seonghwa makes me look at him, tilting my head up his hand on my chin. He then puff smoke off one last time before dumping his stick on the ashtray. He's forehead is wrinkled. He looks sort of irritated.

"What?"

"Come with me."

"Huh?"

He jolts up and pulls me with him, taking me by my wrist.

We go back inside the coffee shop where the rest of our circle of friends are in. He puts his arm around me and guides me where to go. I am so lost on what is he doing but I am not complaining because it's Seonghwa

"We'll get going..." he says as we reach the pack.

"Going?" Wooyoung asks him before his eyes goes to me. "You two?"

"We decided to hang out." Seonghwa answers, looking straight at Woo

"Ah... I see... where?" He ask

"It's a secret." Seonghwa then turns me around to make me walk first. "See you guys on monday.

His hand is still on my back, guiding me where to walk like I don't know where the exit door is.

"What was that?" I ask him as we start to walk along the sidewalk.

He drops his hand and then both place it inside his jackets pockets. "Helping you..."

"Helping me? W-what do you mean?"

"I am friends with Wooyoung for a long time now...and I know it when he's being a jerk."

"I'm not sure about...what you're saying..."

He stops walking and faces me. I replicate. "I'm sorry to break it to you... but the girl... with the short hair... Woo has been eyeing here for a few months now..."

"W-what?"

"He's a good person in general... but he sucks at being a boyfriend."

I felt my heart broke into a million pieces. "What the fuck?!?" I am shaking. I am mad. "So he break up with me, saying he's going to focus on 'studies' as we're graduating is a fucking lie??"

He takes my hand and pulls me to walk again but I jerk my hand off.

"Where are you taking me?" I am basically yelling now. "You knew this????"

He's face is still calm even though I'm throwing all my anger at him right now.

"Let's talk. But not here." He tried to make me walk again with him but I am not letting him. He's calm persona break as he got a little irritated on how hard headed I am. "When I tell you to shut up first and come with me, do it okay?" He then lifts me up over his shoulder making me squeal. "Keep quiet." He hushes me.

"Okay! Okay! I will! Just put me down! This is embarassing."

My feet touches the floor again, my face is red and hot.

"You will listen to me now?" He asks

I nod.

"Good." He walks and I follow.

**

We reach the parking lot and got into his car. I slightly calmed down now after that long walk from the coffee shop to his car.

"Here." He hands me his leather jacket. "You're shaking like a twig when we're walking."

"Thanks."

Seonghwa then starts to explain to me what he noticed and what he knew. He said, Our break up he had no idea about that. It was a shocker for him too but then again after, he starts to notice little by little how Wooyoung acted a little different. New clothes, new perfume and a change in schedule of the times he goes home. They usually go home together as Wooyoung rides with him. But now, he brings his car and he has no idea where Woo goes.

"So, seeing the girls today..."

"Confirms my suspicion..."

"Fuck!" I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. "So, I was nothing to him...? Just a fling?"

"He liked you..."

"Yeah... right..." I snort, in disbelief

"Do you want to get back to him?"

"I want to! Of course! But... I'm not a violent person... I can't do cat fights or physically hurt Woo..." I sound so frustrated.

I can't believe it! So the Good Wooyoung I knew, my friend, really did cheat on me in a way. He broke up with me just to hit on another girl! What a jerk! I never thought the guy who I liked, I was serious on and loved just saw a random chick and suddenly forgot about me. The nerves! What's wrong with men?

"Use me then."

My eyes widens, "E-excuse me? W-what did you say?"

Seonghwa is looking straight at me, back to his calm and collective state. "Use me."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Simple. Pretend you're dating me."

"Huh?"

"One thing about Wooyoung is... he gets jealous. For him, what his is his. Even he already threw it away."

"I don't..."

"Do you want it or not?"

"But... Why... I mean... why are you doing this?"

"To help you..."

"He's your friend..." I ask

"So? That doesn't mean I agree and support him to everything he does. Besides, dumping you is... his mistake."

I try to process everything that's happening. Earlier I'm just being sukly and pouty about our break up, now I am all angry and defeated. Then I have Seonghwa here, Woo's hot best friend, asking me to use him. I mean, USE HIM AND PRETEND TO BE MY BOYFRIEND TO GET BACK TO WOOYOUNG.

"Oh gosh." I massage the temples of my head. "I'm getting dizzy by just thinking."

"Decide now."

"Wait. Why are you rushing? Can't you give me time to think first?"

"No, decide now. Before it's too late."

"Too late for what?"

"I can see him from afar, coming... looking for my car."

I was about to look back but then Seonghwa grab my face and ask me to look at him, only him. "Just agree and then our deal starts now."

"W-what. Wait.. I am..."

"Say yes."

"B-but... what are we going to do... if I agree...?"

"Everything...." his face moves closer, "Date...kiss... touch... and... more..." his eyes goes to my eyes to down my body. "As long as you want it."

Fuck. Why is he saying it like that? I could hear my breathing and my head throbbing. Like my heart is about to explode! I don't know what to think now. But maybe because I am bitter and angry at the moment, I agreed to him "Okay... fine... let's do it."

Seonghwa smirks, "Good girl..."

He leans forward and crashes his lips to mine. His hands on my jaw, guiding me again, tilting my head to the side so he can push in further into the kiss. I can slightly taste the cigarette from earlier. But that taste slowly fades away as the kiss deepens. And I don't have an explanation how and why. But the kiss becomes sweet all of a sudden.

I don't want him to stop. I want his tongue in my mouth more. I want this. This is so sexy. It's so... darn good and delicious!

Unconciously, my hands goes to around his neck. My body is finding a comfy way for me to kiss him back. Then his hand, slowly goes to my neck, to my shoulder then down my chest area. He cups one of my breast getting a quiet moan out of me.

I felt a smile from his lips while we are kissing. "You... sound... so sexy" he utters in between kisses

We are getting intense as minutes goes by. I am already climbing on top of him. His hands are all over my body, touching my skin under my clothes and shending wild shivers all over me. This is so intense. I've never experienced a make out like this before.

Like I said, Wooyoung must've found me boring because I've never been like this in public or semi public. But with Seonghwa, out of nowhere, I am like this. And we just had our deal like 10minutes ago. Why am I so at ease with him?

He grunts as his hands reaches my hips, gently eases me down. I could feel his erection. Hard.

"Fuck..." he hisses smiling, throwing his head back, as we both pull away from the kiss catching our breathes in rythm. "Y/n, you're driving me insane."

I lean forward, my head resting on his chest. I could hear his heart beating as fast as mine "what if someone sees us?" I ask

"Then let them see..." he tilts my head up so he could kiss me again. "You're one heck of a kisser."

I blush, "I'm not..." I back away a little. "You are..."

"Y/n, you can feel my erection from my pants. Believe me, it's you."

I bite my lip, nervously. "I don't know what to say..."

He arches a brow, "Well, what do you want us to do next?"

Fuck me! Just freakin' fuck me. Make me scream. Make me want you. That's what my brain is screaming but my lips can't say it.

"Y/n, it's okay.... it's okay to want sex... trust me... I'm okay with it." He pulls me in his embrace and kisses me again. But this time, it's more intimate and soft. "So, tell me..." he nuzzles his face onto my neck. "Tell me what you want..."

Oh what the heck! Let's do this!

I begin stripping for him. First I untie my hair. Revealing my long wavy dark hair up to my breast. Then I take blouse off and my bra next.

"I want you..."

He take his shirt off and unbuckles his belt to reveal all of him to me. His lean muscle, toned abs and his...

"Shit." I hiss as I see his length.

"You like what you see, darling?" He adjust his position carrying me along. I felt the tip of his length brush over my core and it already made me shiver. "If it's too much, tell me and I'll stop... okay?"

I hug him and nodded, "please..." I beg

One subtle thrust, he's in.

"Ahh, f-fuck!" I gasp.

"Okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay."

He searches for my face, clearing all the hair covering my face. "Look at me... I want to see your face when I fuck you..."

Every push and pull is driving my crazy. I've never felt this aroused, excited and thirsty while doing it. It's so addicting how he kisses me, how he touches me and how he pleases me. This is just our first time doing it out of spite. A deal just to make your ex jealous who probably just saw you two kissed for like 10 seconds and left but here you are having fun, naked and volnurable in the parking lot.

"You're blushing..." he says. He runs his knuckles lightly on your cheek.

"Ah!" I cry, gripping to hard on his shoulders. "S-so, g-good!" I'm breathing so hard

The more I move my hips with his rythm the more I could feel the sensation in me. I'm almost there!

"Where do you want me to... come...?" He grunts. He's also about to hit his climax.

"Please... in me..." I lean forward to kiss him, "I'm taking pills... It's okay."

Holy crap! This is it! I lost my shits the moment both of us came just seconds apart. I never felt a relieved when he continously hit the spot for me, letting me enjoy it and made me come first. And then when I felt him fill me up, the warm sensation, its beautiful. I know it's not a sexy word to describe it but... it is.

Laughing quietly, "This is just in the car... limited time and space... I'm curious how wonderful our tandem would be in bed..."

I kiss his chest and lick him from there till I reach the neck, "We can find out... next time..."

"Love that..."

We start to get dress, giggling on how on earth did we accomplished ourselves without anyone reporting us. Seonghwa said, yes his car is tinted but he's sure a few people saw the rocking car.

"That would be hilarious and embarassing if... we got caught naked and linked." I says while I clasping my bra.

Seonghwa let's me get dressed at the back so I have more space. He know how complicated girls' outfits are.

"Y/n... has anyone told you before... how cute you are... blushing?"

"I don't think... anyone ever mentioned that..."

"If so... let me do the honor... Y/n, You are so cute blushing... like earlier... I will never forget how cute you looked."

"Stop... I am getting embarassed. Let's just go... please?"

"Okay..." he smiles. Then he bends down to pick his bag. "Before we go, can I take a photo of you?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Because... your fucking sexy."

[gravityfallswaddles]

So I wrote all the codes i currently have ! !

(I'll update if i have more) that should work for the thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com

I'll also discover some more clickable like information on the site I'll put that in separate post tho🧍🏽‍♀️

Triangle( 'tri harder' )

Baby bill (picture of baby bill)

Dipper ( a letter in gallery)

Mabel ( stickers around the site )

Bill cipher ( Wikipedia of tringale)

Stanford ( his hand x ray)

Stanley ( if you spam it it give you info abt him by bill)

Old man mc bucket (a letter)

Waddles( adopt a pig website )

Sorry ( picture + note )

Mystery Shack ( take you to confused hill)

When will I die ( show a random age of "death" )

Skibidi ( says something abt gas)

Soos( a whole letter to him)

Love( a funny funny )

Imstillonyourmind ( show clip of Stanley and stanford on boat)

Season 1 ( it's says season -1 antigravity fall)

Season 2 ( it says season 1)

Season 3 ( says season 2)

Adastraperaspera ( notes by mabel)

Blanching ( take you to a video of how make Blanch

Clone (give u a picture of Dipper clone)

T.J.ECKLEburg (gives you to not type the name ever aging)

Help me (it gives you video of bill and an axlotle)

Fuck (give u image to wash ur mouth)

Journal 3 ( says that journal is for him)

Journal 2 ( says that Journal is for you)

Journal 1 ( says that Journal is for fun)

Wendy(note)

Death ( life's goth cousin)

Wellwellwell being ( shows bill cipher well being)

Robbie (give u messages)

Weird (mc bucket kiddnap)

Vallis cineris ( bill family?)

Pines ( give a text of good family tree)

The book of bill ( give u text abt to hide it)

Card ( gives you a card of bill)

Hectoring (give you a music abt bill)

Mystery (give you '?')

Gravity falls ( give you "never heard of it")

Alex (give you his iconic shirt)

Disney (give you a text for censor protection)

Rat (give you "thurbursts number")

Universe ("holograms")

Portable (give you "portable exe. Working")

Cipher (bring u to a site abt illuminati)

Illregular (give you picture if bill cipher in prison)

Giffany( u need click many firm to get her and u and file saying "never leaving you" )

Mason ( gives you a letter)

Meow ( leads you to tiktok video of piano cat)

Tad strange (give you my love of my life)

Pacifica ( a letter)

Skeleton ( says 'the one the sword")

Hologram("universe")

Life(give you loading death now)

Horror(gives you an imagine of "always graden")

Curse WITTEBANe(gives you bill board)

Who are you (asks you same question)

Riddle ( give u a quiz game)

Cursed (give you images of to stop drawing tringales)

Nacho ( uh name explains ifself)

Reality ( give text saying "it's illustion")

XGQRTHX( give you text " where do tri angels come from")

Divorce (give you an image of "o' stanleys")

Mountain don't (give you text saying how old it is)

Pinata (title explain itself)

Conspiracy(give you video abt the timer)

ABUELita(gives you a video about hot sexy top 6 vacuums 🥰)

Love ya bro(imagine w a screact messge)

Cray cray(send you site to Wikipedia abt metal health)

MULtilevel mark(ask you a question)

I see ( tell you is seeing is a believe)

CRYPtogram codex(give u font)

Goodnight Sally (give u picture of shirt)

EUClydia( says " dimension not found")

Dippy fresh( show an image like old cartoon that has the designof dippy fresh idk how describe it )

Tantrum ( a text that I was too lazy to read)

Monster( send you to a 1976 puppet show web)

Virus( a fake virus )

Unreality ( give "how be immoral" )

Fuckalex ( put you in into a therapy site)

Byegold ( says bye back )

29121239168518 ( ask you who zimtrix)

One eyed king ( video of hypnotised you to deal with bill)