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baniisharur0tte · 3 months ago

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Thin Walls ☆

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you and Suguru Geto are roommates!!! but long nights lead to wandering eyes... ;)

word count: 4.1k <3

content: SMUT!!!! 18+!!!! Creep!Geto perving on u, mention of: hair pulling, P->V, oral (F!Receiving). mild breath play (M!Self-Inflicted)

authors note: i've been working on a longer fic for geto but i couldn't allow him to continue being neglected on my blog!!!! i love my baby girl cult leader <3333

(inspired by this song)

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you and geto have been roommates for a few months now. you both moved to the other side of the city around the same time, and your mutual friend suggested you to each other when they heard about your respective roommate hunts.

it was nice, you were both tidy quiet people. you cooked for each other, helped each other with chores, you both left the bathroom neat after showers, and you each had a cat that got along well.

but the walls were thin.

a little over a month after you moved in together, the last of your respective unpacking completed, suguru was in the living room quietly watching tv before bed. his long frame sprawled out across the couch, a soft black long sleeve and grey sweatpants hanging off his lean muscular body. you called it an early night after your shower, a loose tee shirt and fuzzy shorts on as you stepped out of the bathroom.

"i'm headed in for the night, i'll see you tomorrow! would you be able to feed the cats dinner?"

"of course, yeah. sleep well!" he replied smiling slightly, shifting in his seat giving you a quick glance up and down.

not long after you shut the door behind you, he quickly put together why you were in such a hurry to get under the covers.

through the thin walls of your apartment, he heard your small hushed whimpers and moans as you pleasured yourself.

his spine stiffened as he sat up, unsure if he was hearing correctly.

she's not....

his cock hardening in his pants at the sound, he searched around the couch for the remote to turn down the volume.

a curiosity he had nurtured was raring it's head, and he was too weak to ignore it.

the first day here he noticed how thin the walls were, you had been in your bedroom on the phone, sitting amongst the clutter, trash bags scrawled with clothes and winter blankets on the front, brown cardboard boxes stacked in all corners of the room.

sorting through some nick nacks, you spoke to your friend about the moving process.

'"...and one of the movers chipped the corner off my dresser. it's brand new! i only got it a few months ago. ugh. but it's fine, everything is in one piece.... geto? yeah he's really nice, we got coffee and breakfast a few times before we signed the lease, he's great.... i mean, he just looks like a guy. you can meet him when you come over after the house is settled, but he's got long black hair and he's tall.... oh my god why would you ask me that???..... i never thought about it.. no!!!... i mean, i guess.... okay fine, yes, he's very hot. is that what you wanted to hear???... no you cannot sleep with my roommate, gross!!!! i have to go, i have to make lunch soon and unpack enough to sleep here tonight.... yeah, i'll talk to you tomorrow. bye!"

with a huff you tossed your phone over your shoulder and onto your bed, muttering to yourself ..is he hot... god, what kind of question is that?..

from the kitchen, suguru was unpacking his cookware and dishes and neatly organizing them in the cupboards. hearing your conversation, he smiled to himself and laughed.

you aren't alone in that.

his friends had been asking him about you, curious about his new roommate. "what's her name?" "what does she look like?" "is she hot?" "does she have hot friends?"

as annoying as it was, he couldn't pretend he wasn't attracted to you. when you first met at the diner to discuss potential living arrangements, the first thing he notices was your smile. bright and warm, you were inviting off the bat.

next was your eyes. the way you looked up at him as he stood over you approaching the table to greet you, they widened as you drank in his height. he found it endearing if not enticing to see your shock at his build.

the curve of your neck, the dip of your collarbones, the way your hair fell around your face.

you were gorgeous.

and it got so much worse as the weeks passed, the happenstance of intimacy you develop as you live with someone only continued to unfurl your beauty to him.

wet hair as you leave the bathroom after a shower, baggy pajamas ghosting around your frame in the morning, the passing interactions as you left the house to go out with your friends, tight shirts and sparkly earrings catching his eye as you put on your shoes and cheerfully say goodbye before leaving.

and the walls were so painfully thin.

considering the rent price, he found it particularly annoying. unsure if you had noticed, he was very careful to keep himself quiet as he touched himself, hiding in the bathroom with the shower running or waiting until you turned on your tv to fall asleep at night. the drone of a comforting show drowning out whatever huffs and soft groans escaped his lips as he pumped his cock, closing himself away in his room.

thoughts of you often crossed his mind as he pleasured himself, curiosity getting the better of him every time.

a mix between guilt and indignation swirled inside him every now and then. it was incredibly inappropriate to indulge in such lewd fantasies given the nature of your relationship, but he's allowed to think whatever he wants. the mind is a safe haven to explore all possibilities, why should he feel bad for having an interest in you?

at least that's what he told himself to wave away the sharp sting of guilt as he slowly tipped off the edge into an unsightly indulgence.

a night like any other would play to the tune of that aching lust in his chest.

on any night under your shared roof, he would find himself relaxing on the couch beside you, watching Your Show together. the gentle swish of your legs as you reposition on the couch, or the wind of you plopping yourself down next to him after getting up for a snack, wafting your perfume around him.

utterly intoxicating, stirring his stomach.

when you would scurry off to bed, he would follow your lead shortly after. tying up his hair in the mirror, an innocuous flush on his face, almost imperceptible to anyone but himself as he stares back into the mirror. as he pulls his hair up, his hands run excessively over his neck and shoulders, pulling his hair a bit too hard as he puts it up. a silent scream tearing inside him, subconsciously circling the thought of you running your hands along his skin. your hands gathering his hair, pulling it hard as he pleases you, painting artwork with his tongue. every blink brings forth a flashing image of your flushed sweaty face under him, scratching his back, snaking your hands into his hair and pulling tight, a tangled mess of limbs and heartbeats.

his low eyes stare back at him, his pulse hot in his neck. splashing cold water on himself, washing his face trying to chase away the tension he feels.

leaning into the counter brushing his teeth, the air soft and minty around him, a sparkling rainbow of bubbles.

padding into his room, he would strip of his clothes to change into loose pajama pants. the act of undressing would dance around his chest, the haunt of your fingers hooking under his shirt to strip him bare and take him hungrily. like a ravenous animal, gouging chunks out of a rich cake and licking the frosting off your fingers.

his cock stiff and begging for attention as he stood naked in the looming darkness of his room, a palpable solitude in the air.

across from him a mirror stood, he turned without thinking to meet his own gaze. his taut, towering frame in the glow of the moonlight spilling over him through the gaps in the curtains, he wondered to himself.

how would you look pressed against me in my mirror?

is there anything inside you begging to feel my skin?

can you hear what i'm thinking? would you like it if you could?

sighing and slipping into his pajama pants, he crawls into bed. already groping himself feverishly, he palmed his cock around through his pants.

rolling your name around in his mind, curious how it would taste saying it in the heat and throws of pleasure.

as if you were a spectre passing through the walls, he was flooded with broken bits and pieces of fantasies of you spurred on by the casual passings of every day life.

watching you stand at the kitchen counter cutting fruit, curious about what a fistful of your hair would feel like in his hand as he bent you over the cold granite, hunching down with you pressing his chest to your back and his cock to your ass as he whispered filthy things in your ear. i want to fucking tear you apart.

the words i'm gonna go take a shower, do you need the bathroom? were more than enough for him at times. conjuring thoughts about you lathering your body in suds, your face tipped up to the water, the gentle curve of your neck exposed, curious about what it would feel like to have the hot water hit his back as he pinned you to the wall, dropping to his knees to eat your pussy, your slick wet skin under his fingers as he dug his nails into the plush of your thighs and the fat of your ass.

once, he even caught sight of you quickly scurrying from the bathroom to your bedroom, clearly having forgotten a towel. he pretended not to notice as to not embarrass you, appearing deeply enthralled in the book he was reading on the couch, a cool air around him as he lounged effortlessly on the arm of the couch. careful not to tip his head up as his eyes followed you to your room, your arm clutching your breasts as you hurried quickly just across the hall to hide in your room to dry off and change clothes.

but for how cool his demeanor remained, the hot buzz of lust ran down the back of his neck. though it was only for a moment, he learned so much about the curve of your waist, the heave of your chest, the valley your spine leaves down your back. such curiosity he has for you, the deep yearn to learn more about you crashed into him hard as laid in his bed stroking himself though his clothes. he hooked his cock over the edge of his pants, spitting into his hand and coating himself in his own slick.

dragging long strokes over his twitching cock, his hand flies up to his face to quiet himself. dragging his palm from his forehead down the side of his face to bite his knuckle, the weight of his own heavy hands spurred him on. to be touched even by himself was enough to warrant a hitched groan tripping in his throat, muffled by his hand.

his long fingers made to be wielded by an artist wrapped tight around himself as he wracked with pleasure, that curiosity lighting a brutal fever under his skin.

your wet pussy dripping down his chin, soft lips on his neck as your tongue drags stripes up and down his skin, biting his ear and moaning his name. how would i sound in your mouth?

his name spilling from your lips as if it were a crying plea to a god he's never known, he would give you everything his body could offer to bring you pleasure. anything you asked for, anything you could need he would do to make you cum. questions and answers, movement and understanding, reacting in tandem with each other.

information, information.

he needed it, he craved it.

anything he could get from you to learn about what would make you cry tears of pleasure for him, he would dedicate himself to it.

his pace quickening, careful to keep his shuddering breaths low and shallow as to not arouse suspicion through the ever-exposing framework of your shared home.

the thought of watching his cock disappear inside you, your pussy swelling around him, accommodating his length so generously sent a chill down his spine, his back clinging to the silky sheets as sweat condenses on his skin.

your body swallowing him so greedily, milking his cock for cum like a feral animal desperate to take all of him. he would give you everything he had until he was drained and spent, pumping you deeply with his cum just as he hoped you would beg him for.

hissing and panting, his legs tensing and shaking as he approached his orgasm, the vile fantasy of him fucking you into his mattress pouring into his mind. the roll of his hips hitting everything you need, your body sucking him in as you clench around him, cumming down the length of his cock leaving a creamy ring of your cum at his base, matting down his dark happy trail.

he choked back a deep guttural groan as he came onto his stomach, holding his breath to ensure his silence as he offered up his pleasure in your name.

his head swimming from the lack of oxygen and the crushing wave of dense ecstasy washing over him, he laid still for a few minutes, his chest heaving as he came down from his high.

but all the stolen glances and hushed stimulation didn't alleviate his tension.

on a night like tonight, when his curiosity couldn't be helped, searching for the tv remote in the couch to get a better ear for the sound of your secluded pleasure, he was quickly worked into a frenzy inside. finding the remote and quickly turning the tv down to near-mute, he slowly approached the hallway hosting your bedrooms.

the door shut tight, something uncommon for you. that should've been his first clue.

your cat liked to wander in and out throughout the night, a shut door like this would warrant incessant yowling and indignant complaints from her until you dragged yourself out of bed to let her in.

leaning against the corner, your door just over his shoulder, the sound grew clearer.

the muffled moans and panting coming from behind the flimsy, feeble door poured into his ears. his cock pressing angrily against the fabric of his pants, he tipped his head back against the wall and shut his eyes. drinking in the utter music you made.

it was better than he even imagined.

he thought about all the ways you could be pleasing yourself. on your back, on your stomach, riding your pillow, a vibrator perhaps, or maybe just your fingers or your palm. maybe you were plunging a thick dildo into your aching pussy, fucking yourself imagining it was his cock pushing a bulge out in your stomach.

how he craved to know what you looked like pleasuring yourself.

the fresh idea of you being completely unaware as he watched you through a crack in your door was exhilarating. it was better than if you were willing to do it in front of him. maybe it was the corrupt and vile nature of perversely spying on his friend as she made herself cum for him over and over again.

or perhaps it was because there was no audience for you to perform for, no need to make sure you looked pretty as you brought yourself up to your high. the rawness and vulnerability of an act under no one's gaze was the most authentic pleasure you could receive.

imagine all i could learn about her if i could only see..

he squeezed his cock though his pants, weighing the risk of touching himself now or holding onto the memory of your voice dripping from the doorframe.

with a small 'aah!' falling from your lips, he made his choice.

there's no way i can wait.

he quickly and quietly unbuckled his belt and shuffled his pants down slightly, his hard cock springing free nearly hitting him in the stomach.

he spit into his hand and began quietly and furiously fucking his fist around his cock, holding his breath and quietly and shallowly releasing it as to absolutely ensure he was silent.

he slowly crept around the corner, the side of his face pressed into the doorframe, mere inches from your door as he pleasured himself with you.

what we're doing in there?

will you show me?

would you leave your door open for me someday?

he was quickly approaching his orgasm, the rush of adrenaline from doing something so disgusting and hearing your siren's voice were guaranteeing he wouldn't last long. his pace quickened and so did his breath, shallow quiet pants escaped him between staggered bouts of holding his breath. his head swimming and fuzzy, he heard you quietly call out his name.

"hmm... suguru~" you mewled quietly to yourself, your moaning and panting becoming faster, obvious you were close yourself.

his eyes widened and his other hand flew up from the doorframe to his mouth, clamping it shut as he growled quietly to himself.

there is no fucking way she just said my name.

overwhelmed by the notion that you were touching yourself to the thought of him, he was about to cum as he heard you quietly call out for him again, breathy cries indicating you were cumming all alone in the heat of your bed.

he came in his hand, trying desperately to catch it all before any spilled onto the ground, his knees slightly buckling and heaving shaky quiet pants into his palm as he experienced your cries for him, an utter exorcism ripping him apart.

he quickly backed away from your door, running to the bathroom to clean up the mess you made of him.

that night, as he laid in bed tossing and turning- ruminating over everything he heard from you, he decided he was going to force your hand. if you wanted him so badly, he was going to make it impossible to deny yourself indulging in him.

for the next few weeks, he essentially stopped wearing shirts altogether. the only time you saw him fully dressed was around the evening, often wearing a loose sweater or a baggy tee shirt- but the mornings were no longer safe for someone with such wandering eyes like yourself. shirtless with no underwear and loose pants hanging low on his pointed hips, his hair cascading over his shoulders, casually walking out of the bathroom in a towel loosely hanging from his hips, stopping in the entry of the living room to make an insignificant comment about how we are running out of hand soap, can you remind me tomorrow at the store? an obvious excuse on his end for you to run your eyes up and down his body, his hair dripping water down his chest and taut stomach, shiny soft skin and rippling muscles in his arms. the veins on the back of his slender hands drawing your eye down to wear he loosely held his towel, a tuft of black just barely peaking over the top, his long cock gently leaving an impression against the plush fabric.

he left very little to your imagination, torturing you for weeks.

watching your wide eyes pour over him that first morning as you stepped out into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you were met with the sight of his toned back as he cooked you both breakfast was much more satisfying than the meal you shared that morning.

his long lean frame towering over the stove, music softly playing from radio in the living room as he shuffled scrambled eggs around in the pan in front of him, his long glossy hair curtaining down his back, his slender waist and loose pants flowing around him.

you were immediately just as flushed and hot in the face now as you were when you touched yourself last night before bed.

"good morning. sleep well last night?" he said coolly, looking over his shoulder at you smiling. his eyes were low and hid a darkness behind them.

you stammer out a feeble "yeah, i did. you?" still reeling from the sight you found in the kitchen.

"i did, yes. although i admit not as well as i would've liked. i should've gone to bed early like you, i had trouble falling asleep for a bit. you want tea? i'm making some in a minute."

heat waves over your face as he acknowledges how early you scurried off to bed. he always noticed the little things about you, making you a bit self-conscious in moments like this.

you sat and ate breakfast together on the couch as he continued to neglect putting on anything even resembling a shirt.

for those few weeks, he spent his time at the house preying on your helpless inability to tear your eyes off him. standing just a little too close sometimes, his cologne would waft around you as you were enthralled in his presence.

and then he'd step away as if it was nothing. he would take note of the small movement you made almost as if to follow him, stopping yourself.

his hand would linger on yours for just a moment too long as you passed him clean cups to put away, doing the dishes together.

and then his touch would leave you as if he didn't notice. he would take note of how your breath would hitch in your throat as his fingers brushed yours.

he began undressing on his way to the bathroom to shower rather than behind the privacy of a closed door. hooking his fingers under the hem of his shirt, stretching his long arms carefully up over his head to relish in the feeling of your eyes on him as he walked down the hall to the bathroom. every now and then, he would glance over his shoulder to soak in your reaction. a visible hum around you as you stared like a deer in headlights. once, he tossed a cool smile at you as if he were an aloof cat, unaware of what he was doing. as soon as the door shut, you ran flustered and red to your room to pleasure yourself for the entire duration you heard the shower running.

but unaware he was not, and these calculated efforts were paying off in tenfold for him.

your early bedtime became a routine in the household, with the added side effect of the cats now begging him exclusively for dinner.

shortly after you would hurriedly shut the door behind you, he would abandon his book or his movie and slink around the corner to drink in the noises you made as you touched yourself to the thought of him. unable to be as quiet as you once were, a feverish infection of the mind possessing you forcing you to cry out with wavering control. he would go from presenting the affectation of boredom or as if he was ill-attentive to your habits- to a ravenous creep lurking around your bedroom door at the click of the latch.

as if he were a vampire stalking his prey in a frenzied bloodlust, he would lean his face on the same spot on the doorframe every night learning the way you sounded when you pleased yourself. some nights he would milk his cock in time with you, others he would stand still, silently drinking in every noise you made. he quickly picked up on your cues, understanding what pleasure meant to you. he would relish in fantasies fueled by his depraved habit- bending you over the couch as he worked his length into your eager, drooling pussy. digging his fingers into your thighs pushing them into his face as you shook and clenched around his tongue. resting his hand over your stomach as he rolled his hips, feeling his cock bulge against the wall of your stomach. fucking you slow and deep, watching your eyes intently. endless possibilities, so many ways he could make you cum for him in the secret of night, behind the locked doors of your home. his nasty habit of nightstalking devolved into an anxiously anticipated ritual he would wait for from the moment he woke up every day. like clockwork he could time when you would cum based on how you sounded, how much you said his name, the pitch and lilt in your breathy voice reaching out to him from under the door.

until one night, the door was cracked.

your was voice ringing out to him clearer than ever before, a curious discovery. a newfound feeling of nerves stirred in his stomach. he slowly rounded the corner to find he could see a sliver of your figure writhing in your bed, your chest heaving and the blankets carelessly discarded in a heap on the floor beside the bed.

running your hand through your hair, down your body, over your chest and thighs as the other drew quick circles over your clit. he watched you in awe, utterly entranced.

wide eyes and a cold chill running its blade down his back, he was practically shaking with anticipation. already pumping his cock in his hand, his eyebrows knitted together and his jaw slack as he silently watched you whisper his name to yourself.

your voice growing louder with every pant, you cried out for him again. he was breaking down under the weight of your lust for him, a burden he wished more than anything to relieve you of. consumed with desire to get closer, he was frenzied trying to come up with anything that could get him inside. you called out for him once more, a desperate 'suguru, please~' making his eyes roll back and a small grunt to get stuck in his chest.

his mind whirring, he came up with something particularly perverse.

if she's calling for me, why wouldnt i come running?

he rounded back down the hall into the looming darkness of the living room, hiking his pants back up and painfully shoving his hard cock into them. smoothing his shirt down, his heart pounding, he turned back towards your door.

he slowly pushed it open with the tips of his fingers, unfurling the sight of your flushed face and heaving chest for him to admire- your eyes shut tightly as you rolled your nipple between your fingers. your body rocking against your hand, the steady roll of your hips hypnotizing him. the thick tension and heavy heat in the room was reaching the point of snapping at any moment.

with the creak of your door, his voice poured into the room in a low sultry purr, "you called for me, you need some help?"

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(authors note#2- if heaven exists it's in a dark room behind a locked door with suguru geto. when i die, take me to him.)

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cloverapple · 5 months ago

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how do you induce emotion / feel like your in your dr? maybe inducing isn’t the right word but how do you feel feelings when shifting?

There are so many ways to do this! Like listening to music, a song that sparks a memory from your DR, or even an ambient soundtrack that lets you fanfic your way deep into a scenario, really sinking into the vibe of the scene. There's no right or wrong method here. I promise, something in your life right now connects you to your DR and your DR self—whether it’s a song, a specific scenario you replay in your mind, or just that one thing that makes you feel like you’re already there, pulling out those strong emotions like a magnet.

Now, there’s this visualization I love—a simple, step-by-step process (because, ADHD brain here, I live for structured steps leave me alone). I usually use it to manifest in my CR, but it’s perfect for inducing that feeling of being in your DR, too. It goes like this:

Relax. Take a few deep breaths, let your body soften, melt into your chair, your bed, wherever you are. Let the tension drain away—really let yourself sink in.

Now, pick the scene you want to drop into. Maybe it’s your first morning waking up in your DR, maybe you’re chilling with your friends, maybe you’re wrapped up with your S/O. Whatever feels right.

Once you’ve got your scene, you’re going to count from 1 to 10. But with each number, you’ll visualize something specific in that space—look around, touch your surroundings, feel the textures, the warmth, the coolness. Flex your hands, feel your body in that world. It’s about anchoring yourself in the moment, fully immersing.

Let me give you an example so it’s crystal clear.

Say I want to shift to a DR where I’m waking up in a bedroom with an ocean view and my cat curled up next to me. I’d do it like this:

“One.” *I glance up at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin, I notice the little imperfections in the paint, like I’ve seen them a thousand times before*

“Two.” *I sit up, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin. I look at the clock on my nightstand, it reads 9:03 AM in glowing red numbers*

“Three.” *I turn my head toward the window. The ocean is right there, stretching out into the horizon, the waves crashing, the sunlight beaming through the window*

“Four.” *I stretch my legs under the blanket, my cat shifts displeased beside me, purring, and I reach out to scratch behind their ears, feeling the warmth of their fur beneath my fingertips*

“Five.” *I slide out of bed, my feet touching the cool, wooden floor. I hear the faint creak of the floorboards beneath my weight*

“Six.” *I walk over to the window, press my palm against the glass. It’s warm from the sun*

“Seven.” *I glance around the room: the books stacked messily on the desk, the glow of morning light spilling over everything. I can even see the coffee mug I left out the night before because I'm an idiot*

“Eight.” *I look down and adjust my pajamas, running my hands over my body, flexing my toes*

“Nine.” *I run my fingers along the windowsill, feeling the smooth wood beneath my touch, and I think about what I'm going to do that day*

“Ten.” *I reach for my phone, gripping it in my hand, feeling its weight against my palm, before unlocking it and seeing a dozen messages from my friends*

4. Once you’ve hit ten, just sit with it. Let yourself marinate in that feeling of already being there, of already having it. You’re not reaching, you’re not chasing, it’s yours now. Feel the weight of that reality settle into your chest. How do you feel? Happy? Calm? Relieved? Whatever it is, let it flow through you. Own it. You’re not imagining anymore—you’re experiencing.

And that’s it. That’s the whole process. Simple, but powerful, trust me!

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twisted-broth · 8 months ago

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Any of the boys you want do a challenge where (they aren't dating yet) but they are at a fair and they win a bear or a prize and s/o gives them a kiss on the cheek for how many they win and s/o says if they win 10 or more they will give them a kiss on the lips and spend a week together with just them (maybe show like if some did get the kiss and how they would react?) I thought this was cute lol

This has been sitting in my drafts for like a year so I just figured I would post the parts of it that were done.

Leave it to Crowley and Grim to get you into this situation. “Every dorm has to have a booth at the fair, prefect! Maybe you’ll even earn enough money to make some renovations to that shoddy old place!”

Crowley failed to take into consideration how making a carnival attraction costs money to be any good. Any cafe service would need more money and supplies than you could afford, a show would need more than two people, and a game would need prizes.

Grim is not one for bright ideas, but it would seem there was no other solution that wouldn’t cost all your food money for the month. So this is what it came to.

“Knock down all the pins and win a kiss on the cheek from Ramshackle’s prefect! Hit all three targets and he’ll give you a kiss on the lips!!!!”

It was probably in your top five most embarrassing moments of your life as your cat basically prostituted you at the top of his lungs. Surely no one would actually be enticed by a prize like that, right?

Trey

"You always manage to find a way to keep things interesting, don't you? For once I'm glad to be at a school mandated event."

Feels bad. Plays anyway.

No hard feelings, right?

He tells you that you have nothing to worry about, he's really a lousy shot anyway (as if he's not the best spelldrive player on Heartslabyul)

He easily knocks down the first two stacks, but misses the third

Maybe he missed, maybe he found it in his heart to show you mercy

He not-so-subtly implies that he's sure he could find a different way to win the "grand prize"

Despite his big talk, he still has a noticeable blush when you give him a kiss on the cheek

He would also keep an eye on your booth for the rest of the day to make sure not too many people are winning

For your sake, of course

Jade

“It would seem you’ve found yourself in quite the situation there, prefect. Please find it in your heart to forgive me if I take advantage.”

This is the funniest shit Jade has ever seen

How stupid do you honestly have to be to get yourself into this predicament?

Of course he’s playing the game. The scowl on your face when he trades in his tickets to Grim for three baseballs fills him with unbridled delight

His aim is a little wonky and you sigh in relief when his first three balls miss the target

He feigns disappointment before handing over another few tickets to the cat and grabbing the balls again

Of course he was hustling you. He let you think that even for a second you would be safe from this menace. For shame

Each ball is thrown with such force that pins from the first stack fly into the other stacks, easily ensuring that Jade clears the game with ease

He calls it beginners luck. Asshole.

Has the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he leans down to your face to claim his prize

Rook

"Mon amour, what a dastardly situation you've been resigned to! Not to worry sweet dame, I shall save you from the beasts at your heels!"

You knew you were in trouble the minute Rook’s gaze happened to fall on your stall

His eyes narrow and he smirks as he makes his way over to the stall

He's visibly holding back his excitement as he trades his tickets in to Grim

His idea of "saving you" is to hog the game- and the prize- for himself

He hits every stack with effortless accuracy, game after game

The second all three stacks have been knocked down, he prances over to you and leans down for his kiss. You can practically see the flower emojis radiating off his satisfied smile

This will continue until Grim gets fed up with him scaring away customers, or Vil comes to drag him away

You got so used to kissing him that you almost do it again the next time he leans down to talk to you

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jinnie-ret · 5 months ago

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take a chance with me

lee know x reader

genre: mostly fluff, teeny angst

content warnings: one mention of a stroke (it's not an actual one just Minho malfunctioning lol)

word count: 1.8k

summary: lee know was too scared to express his feelings - lucky you were there to convince him his feelings were mutual

a/n: Umm... hi, lol. It's been a while since I've posted. Hopefully this is a nice surprise hehe

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Waking up early each morning and leaving your home at 06:30am would seem like a chore to most people. For you? It was incredibly rewarding to enter the workplace, opening up the front office for the day. Your friends had questioned you wondering how you did it, but helping your parents manage a cat rescue home soothed a part of your soul you didn't know you needed healing, particularly when dreaming of becoming an astronaut, a bus driver or a world famous actor as a child.

Though the biting winds sent a chill through your bones, the sun shone down upon you, rays reflecting off of the icy pavements on your route to work. The weather really couldn't make it's mind up recently. It reminded you of someone.

"Minho, hi! You're early!" you grinned, poking your head out of your scarf that you had wrapped securely around your neck. He seemed to brighten your day even further, as cheesy as it sounded. It was the way he bantered with you, back and forth, exciting you for what witty statement he'd come out with next.

"Visitor's Day, remember?" Minho simply commented, a cloud of air escaping his mouth as his teeth chattered, hands shoved deeply into his coat pockets.

"Oh, I nearly forgot!" your eyebrows furrowed in concern, your own hands digging around your pockets for the schedule of the day. It was a fortnightly occurrence in which you'd accept visitors looking around, hoping to re-home the cats that deserved a place to feel safe, loved and looked after. In fact, it was how you met Minho.

Two years ago was when he first set foot into the establishment, quiet, demure and unfazed. That was, until he was led to the small huts outside where the cats resided. Sneaking out some treats from his pocket, he fed a gorgeous boy he soon named Dori, feeling an instant attachment (the two of them). He tried to find his way back inside, ready to sign some adoption papers, when he stumbled into what he thought was merely a stack of boxes, not initially realising that you were behind them and trying to haul them inside on your own.

"I'm so sorry!" you had gasped apologetically, immediately grabbing a broom to the side and sweeping the rogue pieces of kibble that had escaped it's confines.

"Eh, don't worry," Minho shrugged, trying to play it cool although he couldn't stop himself from giving you a quick scan from head to toe in case he had hurt you, "at least they're not being starved, it's reassuring," he added on, laughing through his nose as he straightened up the boxes of cat food.

"You should see Gingy, he's a chonky boy," you jokes, brushing your hair out of your face and glancing up at him. All you could think was, and later you berated yourself for it, but the cat that got to go home with this one was certainly lucky.

"Oh? What if he heard that?" Minho teases, wondering if you'd feign the dramatics, or even get flustered at the idea.

"He knows," you shake your head and chuckle, making a smarter decision now in only grabbing one box.

"Oh, sorry did you need any-"

"Did you want some help with-"

Comically, you both fell silent simultaneously, feeling awkward that you had spoken over and cut off each other at the same time.

"I'll grab a box," Minho speaks up, moving to stand beside you.

"Oh thank you! That's a great help, truly. I was just going to ask if you wanted those adoption papers," you practically beamed.

"How could you tell?"

"You've got some blue fluff on you. That's from Lilo's hut."

"Actually, his name is Dori."

And when you found out Minho had two other cats and the reasoning behind the name 'Dori', you melted instantly. On the spot. Like, literally on the floor had it not been for the rational part of your brain telling you to stop falling for a man you had just met. Minho's sweet Dori completed his little cat family, the soft, gentle trio of boys.

To say you were Minho's biggest advocate when he admitted to wanting to help out and work alongside you at the Cat Rescue, would be completely right. You had brought him straight to your parents, informing them of how knowledgeable and tender he was in interacting with the cats and the rest was history.

Although, that wasn't where this story ended.

"Did you also forget the key?" Minho snapped you out of your reverie.

"Huh? What- no, here," you grasped the key and eagerly gave it to Minho, unsure if your fingers would have the strength to unlock the door, locking up from the inhumanely cold temperatures.

"Ah, she did remember," Minho smirked, soon having to catch his balance after you impulsively shoved his shoulder a bit too hard with your own.

"Unlock the door, pudding boy," you joked, Minho rolling his eyes in response. He could never let you have the upper hand for too long, however.

"I prefer jagi," he batted his eyelashes at you in an over the top way, making you groan and cover your eyes as a form of protection. You loved it really, you just weren't sure on if you should show it.

Minho had told you many times before that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Whether it was you recklessly running into the middle of the road to save a kitten from being hit, or spending your savings on allowing a family the chance to adopt a cat into their lives, you acted upon your love for others. On the other hand, he knew he was too scared to show you how he really felt. Banter, jokes, 'fake' flirting was the perfect cover up to distract him from his feelings, as well as the ones he hadn't yet recognised you shared.

Oddly, there was an awkwardness in the air between the two of you by the end of the day. Perhaps it was the elderly pair who commented on your selflessness as a couple, or seeing many young partners enter and adopt their first pet together. It triggered emotions within you both that had remained hidden for too long. You weren't just good friends, but you were made for each other. The love of cats; the gentleness you exuded and he let slip more often than he'd like to admit and the ease in which you both took in pushing the others' buttons.

Minho always thought you were bolder than him.

"Do you ever think we'll find love, Minho?" you yawned, sweeping up the remnants of dirt that had escaped the many pairs of shoes that entered the home today.

"We?" Minho paused, his grip on the mop slipping ever so slightly before he regained his composure, "I'm not really searching."

Of course he wasn't, not when-

"But is that because you’ve already found it? I don’t want to be bold but-" you nearly scolded yourself for daring to speak when your mind was all over the place.

"That would shock me if you weren’t," Minho snorted, easily falling back into his natural self.

"I'm being real, right now, Min," you squeezed your eyes shuts, back facing him and not wanting to face rejection.

"That's good, here's me thinking you were an illusion all along-"

"Just take a chance, Minho! With me. I-if it doesn’t work out, then we’ll still be friends, we’ll figure it out," you glanced over at him cautiously. Whilst your words were rushed and fumbly, your actions were timid.

Minho's brain malfunctioned. Is this what it felt like to have a stroke? Did you just confess your love for him? Wasn't it just another bit of banter?

"We're friends?" he teased, in that tone he always used. It now felt like a painful reminder, that you'd never truly get through to him. Really, he was testing the waters, and masking it as usual.

"I wish you would just be honest with me," you sighed quietly, your posture slightly hunched. Minho didn't like that. He liked when you stood tall, confident, proud.

"About what? I haven’t lied about anything," Minho busied himself with mopping the floor in order to distract himself from you. As long as he could see the shine in the wooden flooring panning across the entrance of the home, it was enough to put the aside the guilt he felt when the sparkle in your eye dimmed ever so slightly.

The days seemed to drag on endlessly after the unspoken rejection from the guy you had been crushing on for years, now. He hadn't opened up with you in a while - that's the shop we're talking about, not Minho and his thoughts and feelings. He hadn't ever really done that with you, minus a couple of short, rare occasions. Your parents had noticed the slight dullness that seemed to tie the two of you together, it taking a lot of convincing from them to you to lead another Visitor's Day with Minho. The only convincing factor for you in that moment had been when you drifted off into your own thoughts, fading away from the lecture you were receiving and instead finding comfort in the fact that it would be a busy day. There would be no time to think when you were working.

But when it came to the end of both of your shifts? Too much time to think, to dwell, to ponder.

"Well, umm, bye," you nodded politely at him and robotically waved with how stiff you felt in looking at him. Yet it seemed to give ample opportunity for Minho to grab your hand and pull you back towards him before you could rush away, just like he had regrettably done all those evenings ago.

"Oh, what's this about?" you questioned, praying that your hands didn't start getting clammy simply from being so close to him in this way.

"We're going on a date," Minho firmly stated, but his words didn't match his actions, his eyes shyly trailing off to the side and the tops of his ears turning red. How endearing.

"No."

"No?!"

"You can look me in the eyes and say it."

Oh, yes, he had definitely gotten lucky with you. Even though his heart pounded in worry that you would reject him too and he would have been too late, he was able to look you in the eyes and throw a one liner right back at you.

"Hmm, maybe I change my mind," Minho shrugged, feigning a carelessness and dropping his hand from yours.

"Hey! Come on!" you pulled him back towards you, chest to chest, an intense amount of love pouring from both of your souls as you gazed into each others' eyes.

"I'm taking you on a date," Minho affirmed, poking your nose to startle you before you realised he too had been on another planet.

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dakusan · 2 months ago

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M i n e . S o f t l y .

SoftDom!Felix x Reader | velvet shadows, aching touches, and love laced with need

🩸synopsis: He comes back starved. Not for food. Not for sleep. For you. For the tilt of your chin when you tease. The slow curve of your smirk when you say no and mean make me. And you—You’ve been waiting too. So when the door clicks shut, it’s not a reunion. It’s a reckoning. His mouth is on your throat, his voice breaking as he begs to taste you again. He falls to his knees like he was meant to. And when he finally sinks into you—bare, breathless, trembling—he forgets everything but the sound you make when you take him whole. This isn’t about release. It’s about ownership. He doesn’t want you undone. He wants you ruined.

💌a/n: this entire piece exists because @juskz whispered the filthiest little idea into my comment section. softDom!felix was supposed to be gentle. reverent. calm. but then he said "mine" and i blacked out. also shoutout to my cat, who decided to reenact parkour olympics on my keyboard mid-thrust description. if there’s a misplaced comma, it’s because mittens decided that was the perfect moment to go feral. anyway. he wants to love you slow. and wreck you softer.

⚠️warnings: smut (MDNI), soft dom!felix, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, possessive language, praise kink, cockwarming mention, crying kink (soft tears, soft hands), slight public tension, desperate reunion sex, post-tour hunger, emotional intimacy laced with filth, aftercare so tender it might undo you.

🎶now playing: “Heaven and Back” — Chase Atlantic

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

SCENE 1: BACKSTAGE REUNION

Felix's ears were still ringing with the last notes of the encore, sweat clinging to his jaw as the stage lights finally dimmed. The crowd’s echo faded, replaced by the chaos of crew members shouting directions, mics being unclipped, and bottles being passed around. His heart was racing—not from the performance, but from something worse. Something far more dangerous.

You were here.

Felix had seen your name in the guest list. He’d reread the confirmation text three times before the show. He knew you were backstage. Somewhere in the sea of noise and bodies and adrenaline.

He hadn't touched you in months. Not properly. Not without the sterile distance of phone screens and choppy calls and late-night messages that always ended with "god, I wish you were here." And now, you were close enough to breathe in.

And the moment he spotted you—half-shadowed behind a tall speaker stack, tucked near the green room hallway—everything else fell away.

No more stage. No more staff. No more members.

Just you.

Standing there like a mirage in that little black dress he remembered peeling off of you the night before he left. It hugged you obscenely well, clinging to curves he hadn’t touched in weeks, months, forever. You weren’t doing anything—just waiting. But you knew. God, you knew what you were doing.

Felix’s chest tightened. His throat went dry.

"Don’t panic," he told himself. "Just walk over. Say hi. Be normal."

He wasn’t normal. He was starving.

And you looked like the only thing in the world that could satisfy him.

He moved toward you slowly, tension radiating off his body like static. He could feel the others watching him. Could hear Seungmin snickering behind him. Could sense Chan's judgmental dad-eyes activating in real time. But none of it mattered.

You looked up as he approached, lips curling into that sweet, devastating smile—the one that made his knees weak and his brain short-circuit.

“Hi, baby,” you said softly.

Softly. Like you weren’t already committing a felony by existing in that dress with that smirk.

His hands found your waist like instinct. Tight grip. Anchor-like. He didn’t care that he was still drenched in sweat. Didn’t care that his team was literally behind him. He crushed you against his chest and just held.

You smelled like home. Like everything he’d been missing.

“You look like you need CPR,” you teased, voice low, breath tickling the shell of his ear.

He shuddered.

And then you touched him. Light fingers, feathering over his collarbone, trailing down the center of his chest. Casual. Innocent. Calculated.

“You’ve been working out,” you mused, lips brushing his jaw. “Missed this. Missed you.”

Felix clenched his jaw. His grip on your waist tightened. He didn’t trust himself to speak.

“Baby,” you whispered, smile widening just slightly. “You’re kinda quiet.”

He forced himself to pull back half an inch, eyes locked on yours. Pupils blown, freckles flushed, sweat still glistening on his temples.

“Don’t,” he warned under his breath. “Not here. Not now.”

“Don’t what?” you tilted your head, all mock innocence. “I’m just saying hi.”

You weren’t. And he knew it. Knew you were playing with him. Testing the limits of his self-control while he was already so close to snapping. The months of longing, the nights of lonely hotel beds, the dozens of times he’d fucked his hand while whispering your name—you were undoing it all with a single, smug smile.

Jisung walked past, took one look at Felix’s face, and muttered, “Bro, you’re drooling.”

Chan sighed. “Felix. Contain it.”

He didn’t even blink. Just stared at you like you were made of fire and he was dying to burn.

“Five minutes,” he growled against your ear. “That’s all I need. Five minutes alone and I’ll have you moaning my name so loud the mics’ll pick it up.”

You laughed—light and breathy. And that was the moment Felix knew: you were trying to ruin him.

And it was working.

SCENE 2: THE CAR RIDE

They piled into the van like they always did—noisy, chaotic, post-show high still fizzing in the air—but Felix was quiet. Too quiet.

He sat next to you in the far backseat. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the way he couldn’t seem to stop twitching.

His leg bounced, fingertips tapped an erratic rhythm against his thigh, jaw tight like he was clenching something back. Because he was.

You.

Your perfume was still driving him insane. Subtle but devastating. And the way your bare thigh brushed his every time the car hit a bump? He was going to spontaneously combust.

And you knew it.

You weren’t even trying to hide the way you leaned into him, voice soft and sweet as you asked, “Tired, baby?”

He nodded once.

Lied.

He was fucking wired. He was drowning in you and you weren’t even touching him yet.

“Oh.” You rested your hand on his leg. High up. Too high.

Felix froze.

Your thumb traced slow, innocent circles over the fabric of his pants. Completely normal. Completely devastating.

He let out a quiet, shaky breath. Tried to keep his gaze forward. Tried not to imagine you dropping your hand just a few inches lower.

But then you leaned in again, voice a whisper only he could hear:

“You’re being so good for me. Sitting so still.” “You miss the way I taste, Lix?”

He choked. Audibly.

Jisung, in the row ahead, turned around like a nosy older sibling. “You okay, bro? You sound like you swallowed a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” Felix muttered, voice strained.

Chan didn’t even look up from his phone. “No, he’s not. He’s vibrating.”

You didn’t move your hand. You tightened your grip, fingers subtly pressing into the meat of his thigh like a silent dare.

“God,” Felix whispered, half to himself.

Your lips grazed his ear again. “Think you can hold out ‘til we get home?”

He gritted his teeth.

“If you keep touching me like that,” he murmured darkly, “I’m gonna fuck you in the backseat.”

You laughed softly. “Not in front of the hyungs.”

“Then stop teasing me.”

But you didn’t. You just sat there, all soft smiles and bare skin, pretending like you were just another supportive girlfriend riding home with her boyfriend after tour.

Only you were a menace, and you knew exactly what you were doing.

Felix stared hard out the window, jaw clenched, pulse hammering.

You were going to ruin him.

And the second you got through that front door?

He was going to ruin you.

SCENE 3: THE DOOR SLAMMED

Felix kept it together. Barely.

He walked you to the door like a perfect gentleman, hand resting just above the curve of your hip, close but not too close. His lips brushed your temple as he said goodbye to the others—voice calm, steady, like he wasn’t imagining bending you over the kitchen counter the moment they were out of sight.

Jisung threw him a suspicious look as the elevator doors closed behind them. “Don’t break any furniture.”

“I’ll try,” Felix called back with a grin. Then, under his breath: “No promises.”

You didn’t say a word. Just slipped your fingers between his, leading him down the hallway toward your apartment like you hadn’t just spent the entire ride pressing on his thigh and whispering sin into his ear.

Felix was breathing through his nose. Counting the steps. Repeating mantras in his head like “Be good. Don’t fuck her against the wall. Yet.”

But then you looked back at him over your shoulder with that smirk, and all his restraint cracked.

You unlocked the door. Pushed it open.

And the second it clicked shut behind you—

He broke.

You gasped as your back hit the wall, hard but not painful, your hands scrambling for balance as Felix devoured you.

Mouth on your throat, tongue hot and desperate, hands already shoving your dress up around your hips. He groaned into your skin, voice low and ruined, “Couldn’t wait. Baby, I couldn’t fucking wait.”

His kisses were messy—sloppy, like he couldn’t decide where he needed to taste you first. Your lips, your neck, your jaw, down to your chest and back up again.

You tangled your fingers in his hair. “What happened to being a gentleman?”

He laughed against your collarbone, breath ragged. “That ended the second you sat in that car with no panties on.”

Your dress was already bunched around your waist. Felix dropped to his knees, groaning like he’d just come home after months in the desert and you were water. His hands gripped your thighs tight, spreading them apart as he muttered, “Missed this. Missed you.”

You braced against the wall, heartbeat spiking.

And then he licked.

One long, slow, deliberate stripe up your center, ending in a suck at your clit that made your knees buckle.

“Fuck—Lix—”

“You taste better than I remembered,” he panted, tongue diving back in, voice muffled against your skin. “You sound so pretty when you cry for me.”

Your head tipped back, a broken moan slipping out. He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. Tongue lapping and sucking, switching between slow, cruel circles and fast, devastating flicks. His grip bruised into your thighs like he needed to hold you there—needed you to take everything he was giving.

You came hard, body shaking, a desperate cry tearing out of your throat.

But Felix didn’t stop.

He growled, lips still wrapped around your clit as your legs trembled. “You’re not done. I’m not done. Keep taking it.”

“Felix—oh god—Felix please—”

He finally pulled back, face wrecked and soaked, lips shiny, pupils blown wide.

“Bed,” he rasped, breath hitching as he kissed the inside of your thigh. “Now.”

You didn’t argue.

You ran.

And he followed.

The bedroom door had barely shut before Felix had you flat on the mattress, his hands already skimming up your thighs with frantic reverence, like he was trying to memorize every inch of skin all over again.

You reached for him, already pulling him down for a kiss, but he caught your wrist and pinned it to the bed, eyes wild and glowing.

“Not yet,” he whispered, breathless. “Let me. Just let me taste you. Please.”

He said it like he was begging for water. Like he’d die if you didn’t let him.

You nodded—barely a breath—and he sank between your legs like it was his throne, his altar, his final destination.

Felix kissed your knees first. Then the insides of your thighs. Slow. Lingering. Filthy. His hands caressed over your hips, thumbs pressing small circles into your skin while his mouth worked its way up, inch by inch, until you were twitching under the anticipation alone.

When he finally pressed a kiss to your wet center, you gasped—hips jerking reflexively. He moaned against your cunt like it was him receiving the pleasure.

“Oh my god—” your voice broke on a whisper.

He looked up, lips parted, chin already slick. “I dreamed about this. Every night.”

And then his tongue was everywhere.

Felix didn’t rush. No, this wasn’t that. This was a slow unraveling—a masterclass in torment. He circled your clit in lazy figure-eights, then flicked with feather-light precision, just enough to make you squirm.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmured, lips dragging across your folds. “That’s so hot, baby. So fucking hot.”

He gripped your thighs tighter when you tried to close them around his head. “Uh uh. You wanted to tease me? Now you take it. Keep those legs open.”

His tongue dove deep, licking into you like he was starving—like you were made of sugar and sin and something only he was allowed to have.

You cried out, back arching. “Felix—shit—feels so—so good—”

“I know, love,” he cooed. “You’re doing so well. Just like that. Give it to me.”

He alternated pressure like a damn expert: soft licks along your slit, then a pointed suck on your clit that had your vision blurring.

When your hand clawed into his hair and your thighs began to tremble again, he only groaned louder. “That’s it. That’s what I needed. I need to see you fall apart.”

You whimpered. “I can’t—Felix, I’m gonna—”

“Do it.” His voice was low, commanding, yet tender. “Cum for me. Let me taste all of you.”

You shattered.

The orgasm ripped through you—sharp, sudden, full-body. He never pulled away. Just kept licking, kept worshipping, moaning into you like your pleasure was his drug.

But you were too sensitive now—your hips bucked, thighs twitching, body trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

“Please—please, too much—”

Felix didn’t stop.

“You’re not done. I’m not done.” His voice was wrecked, hoarse, muffled between your thighs. “You taste so fucking sweet. I missed this. Missed you. One more, baby. Give me one more.”

And because it was Felix, because it was his voice, his tongue, his need—

You did.

The second orgasm hit harder. Your hips jerked up into his mouth and your voice cracked on a sob as your hands scrambled for something to hold onto. Sheets, him, reality—it didn’t matter.

He finally let up only when your body had gone boneless and you whimpered his name like a plea. Felix looked up at you from between your legs—his lips swollen, face soaked, eyes blown and soft and so full of love it ached. “You okay, angel?” he asked gently, crawling up your body and kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “Too much?”

You shook your head. “Perfect. That was—fuck.”

He chuckled against your skin, voice warm and fond. “God, I missed the way you taste. I could eat you for hours.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you mumbled, still trembling.

“Not a temptation,” he whispered, pressing kisses over your chest. “It’s a promise.” He laid over you like a blanket, letting your breathing calm—but his cock? Hard and leaking. And that’s when you whispered, voice small and teasing, “Lix… do you have a condom?”

He froze. His breath hitched. And when he pulled back to look you in the eyes, his expression had changed.

Soft. Intense. Something else entirely. His lips parted, but the answer didn’t come right away. You reached up, gently tucking a damp strand of hair behind his ear.

“Baby?”

“I…” he exhaled sharply. His eyes fluttered shut, and when he opened them again—everything was written there.

All of it.

The longing. The ache. The weeks of separation. The nights he’d stared at the ceiling wondering what it would feel like to be completely inside you, no barrier, no distance, no protection from how much he needed you.

“No,” he admitted quietly. “I didn’t bring one.”

You blinked.

“I didn’t forget,” he added, voice strained. “I didn’t want to.”

Your breath caught. Felix stared down at you, every inch of his body strung tight. He ran his fingers down your side, slow, reverent, voice low and shaking.

“I’ve been thinking about it. So much. Too much.” His lips ghosted over your shoulder. “Every time I touched myself on tour… I imagined this. You. Around me. Raw.”

You swallowed thickly, eyes locked on his. He looked wrecked. Not just with lust—with love.

“I want it all,” he whispered. “I want you. I want to feel you. I want to cum inside you and not stop. I want to fill you so deep it doesn’t go away. I want to know it’s still there hours later—days later.”

He paused, forehead resting against yours, and what came next was barely audible:

“I want to start a family with you.”

You gasped. Your whole body tensed beneath him.

Felix cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your flushed skin. “I’m not saying now. Not unless you want it. But the time away—baby, it messed me up. I missed you so much it hurts. And when I think about our future… I just see this. You. Me. Something we made together.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the weight of his words crashing over you like a wave. “You really mean that?” you asked, voice shaking.

His answer was immediate. “More than anything.”

He kissed you then—slow, sweet, like a promise—and you felt it all: the heat, the hunger, the hope. You looked up at him, heart pounding, and whispered: “Then do it.”

He blinked. “Are you sure?”

“Felix,” you whispered, hooking your legs around his waist. “I want to feel you. All of you. I want you to cum inside me. I want you to have me.”

That’s when he snapped.

It was silent at first. Just a shift in his breath. A flicker in his gaze.

But you felt it.

Like a tremor under your skin—like the storm was about to hit and you’d just told it to take everything.

Felix sat up on his knees between your thighs, hands shaking as he yanked his shirt over his head in one smooth, desperate motion. The way the muscles of his torso flexed under the soft lamplight, skin flushed, chest heaving—it made your mouth fall open. He tossed the shirt somewhere behind him, already working at the waistband of his sweats, muttering curses under his breath as his fingers fumbled.

You propped yourself on your elbows, watching—devouring him with your eyes. The sharp line of his V-cut, the curve of his waist, the way his boxers tented forward so obscenely it almost hurt to look at. His cock—thick, flushed, leaking—slapped against his abdomen when he finally kicked his clothes off.

Your breath caught audibly. “Felix—”

He crawled over you like he’d been waiting years. No teasing smirk now. Just pure, devastating hunger.

“Not gonna last long,” he murmured, voice wrecked and low, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he hovered over your heat. “Not after seeing you like this. After tasting you like that.”

You were soaked. Dripping. From his mouth, from the words, from the sheer ache of wanting him bare. He slid the tip of his cock down your folds—slow, teasing. Soaked in your slick, he rocked it up and down, dragging it over your clit, slipping it back down to your entrance.

You whined.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his jaw clenching. “You feel that? That’s how bad you need me.” You bucked your hips up, trying to take him in—but he held your waist down firmly. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Wanna feel you open up for me. Let me savor it.”

He pushed forward just an inch—barely breaching your entrance—and the sound you let out was nothing short of pleading.

Your head fell back. “Felix, please—please—”

He kissed your neck softly, cock still nudging at your hole, slick and thick and taunting.

“I know, baby. I know.” His voice broke a little. “You’re taking me so well already. Just a little more, yeah?”

He slid in another inch.

You cried out, arching under him, and he groaned like the sound physically hurt him—in the best way. “God, you’re tight. You’re—fuck—I can feel everything.” He pushed in fully, inch by inch, burying himself to the hilt with one deep, aching thrust—and you both gasped in unison.

You felt full, stretched, completely claimed. And he?

He looked wrecked. Eyes fluttering, mouth open, forehead shining with sweat. His chest heaved as he held himself there—deep inside you, unmoving for a moment, trying so hard to hold back. “This is it,” he whispered, leaning down, hips twitching. “This is what I’ve been dreaming of. You. Just like this. So fucking warm. Letting me in.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist, clinging to him like you never wanted him to leave.

“Move,” you begged. “Please.”

He did.

He started slow, grinding into you with devastating precision—deep, deep, so goddamn deep, like he was trying to stay inside even when he pulled back.

Every thrust was a confession.

“I missed you.” Thrust. “You’re mine.” Thrust. “You feel so good, so perfect.” Grind.

You could feel him leaking inside you with every push, his cock hot and hard and raw, and you loved it. Every slide, every stretch, every inch of skin against skin made you ache for more.

Your nails raked down his back.

He hissed, head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re milking me. You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you up?” You nodded, sobbed, moaned something incoherent. “Say it,” he growled, his control cracking. “Say you want me to cum inside. Say you want it dripping out of you.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Want it. Want everything. Fill me up, Lix. Make me yours.”

That was it.

His rhythm stuttered, thrusts turning erratic, filthy, needy.

You clenched around him, crying out—right on the edge, again—and he felt it. He always did. “Cum with me,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Please. Wanna feel you when I let go. Wanna know you’re taking it all.”

And when it hit?

It hit hard.

You shattered—body arching, legs locked around him, his name ripped from your throat.

And Felix?

He spilled deep inside you with a groan that sounded like it came from his soul, hips jerking as he emptied himself, hot and messy and yours. He didn’t stop moving. Not at first. Just slow, tiny thrusts, like he was trying to stay inside—trying to push it deeper, like he didn’t want a single drop to go to waste.

You whimpered, still trembling, still high on him.

Felix finally stilled, collapsed against your chest, breath hot on your neck.

Neither of you spoke. Not yet.

Because what just happened? That wasn’t just fucking. That was everything.

Felix lay over you, his breath slowing as he pressed soft, scattered kisses to your skin. Shoulder. Collarbone. The dip between your breasts.

You felt full—in every sense. Breathless. Boneless. Loved. His soft curls tickled your cheek as he whispered, “You okay?”

You nodded weakly. “I think you melted my spine.”

He chuckled, but it sounded broken—tender, like he’d barely recovered either. “Good. You ruined me first.”

He kissed your temple, your jaw, the corner of your lips. Then he pulled back and looked down at your body, like he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

The way your thighs were still trembling slightly. The way his release—his cum—was slowly beginning to seep out of you.

And something primitive passed through his expression. He touched your belly with the backs of his fingers. Reverent. He looked up. “Too much?”

You shook your head, lips parting. “No,” you whispered. “Not too much.”

He stared at you—like you’d hung the stars.

And then he was moving again, gently shifting your legs back down, hands warm as he whispered, “Come on, angel. Let me clean you up.”

You whimpered in protest when he slipped out of you, body instinctively tightening around nothing. He kissed your inner thigh. “I know, baby. I know. You were so good for me.”

He scooped you into his arms like you weighed nothing.

Cradled against his chest, you felt his heartbeat—it was still fast. Still erratic. And so close to yours.

The bathroom was dim. Soft light glowed from the wall sconces, and Felix lowered you onto the counter for a moment while he ran the bath. His fingers lingered on your waist. His lips kept brushing your shoulder, your neck, your hair.

Once the water filled, warm and steaming, he lifted you again—carrying you into the tub like you were porcelain.

The second your body hit the water, a soft moan slipped from your throat. Felix sat behind you, legs spread, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you back against his chest.

You let out a shaky sigh.

He pressed his lips to your ear. “I love you so much,” he murmured. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

You leaned back into him. “I think I do now.” He chuckled. Then reached for the sponge, gently soaking it, squeezing warm water over your chest, your belly, your thighs. His fingers moved tenderly—not sexual, not teasing. Just love.

After the bath, he dried you gently, dressed you in one of his oversized shirts, then tucked you into bed like he was afraid you’d disappear again.

He laid beside you, spooning you close, his hand splayed over your stomach. Neither of you spoke for a while.

Just breathing. Just holding. Until finally, half-asleep, you heard him whisper:

“With you, I’m already home.”

#felix x reader #stray kids #skz imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #skz smut #filthy friday

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inseobts · 3 months ago

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HALLOO

Can I request Luffy's S/O have a special magic and this magic is his own toy universe😭🙏🏻Almost the same as Dorothy Unshworth's magic world, everything she imagines there happens and she controls it with her will

A World for You

luffy x gn!reader

a/n: tried not to spoiler myself black clover so I tried with the small info I got, hope it's good anyway.

words count: 1.1k

tags: fluffy, sfw, humour

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

Luffy lounges on the deck of the Sunny, arms folded behind his head, a lazy grin stretching across his face. The ocean breeze ruffles his messy black hair, and the golden sunset casts a warm glow over everything. His hat tilts slightly, barely hanging onto his head.

You sit beside him, watching the waves, but your mind is elsewhere. You drum your fingers against the wooden floor, hesitant.

Luffy cracks open one eye “You’re thinking too hard” he says, stretching like a cat.

You bite your lip “I wanna show you something.”

His eyes light up “Ohhh! A secret?”

“Kind of.” You take a deep breath, then lift your hands. The air around you shimmers, like heat waves bending reality. Luffy watches, fascinated, as the world around him shifts. The deck disappears. The ocean, the ship, the sky, everything dissolve into a vast, infinite space.

Then, in an instant, colors bloom. A bright blue sky, a candy-pink sun, floating islands covered in oversized fruit, rivers of golden honey. Giant rubber ducks bounce across the air like balloons. A floating sign appears in front of Luffy in bold, sparkly letters:

WELCOME TO MY WORLD, LUFFY!

Luffy jumps to his feet, his mouth hanging open “WHAT IS THIS?!?”

You laugh “My magic. I can create anything I imagine here.”

Luffy whirls around, eyes darting everywhere “So, this is like…your own universe?”

“Exactly. And here, I make the rules.” With a snap of your fingers, a banquet table appears, stacked high with plates of meat, towering burgers, and barrels of soda.

Luffy gasps “MEAT!!” Without hesitation, he launches himself at the food, stuffing his mouth like a starved man “Thish is awshum!” he says, voice muffled by meat.

You grin, pleased with his reaction “I thought you’d like it.”

Luffy swallows and grins at you, his cheeks stuffed “I LOVE IT! Can I do stuff too?”

“You can try,” you tease.

His face scrunches in concentration “Hmm…I want…a GIANT MEAT TREE!”

You snap your fingers, and immediately, a colossal tree sprouts from the ground. Instead of leaves, massive roasted meats dangle from the branches. Luffy’s jaw drops.

“Y/N, I WANNA LIVE HERE!”

You laugh, but warmth spreads in your chest. He’s always so genuine, so effortlessly happy.

Luffy jumps onto one of the branches, tearing off a chunk of meat the size of his head. He looks down at you with an enormous grin “This is the best place ever! You’re amazing, Y/N!”

Your heart flutters “I’m glad you think so.”

Luffy suddenly drops down in front of you, his face inches from yours “So, if you control everything here…that means you can make ANYTHING happen?”

You raise an eyebrow “Yeah?”

His grin turns mischievous “Can you make me Pirate King right now?”

You snort “Nice try, Captain. You gotta earn that yourself.”

“Aww, c’mon! Just for a little bit?” He pouts, but it quickly turns into a laugh “Nah, I’ll do it myself! But this world is AWESOME! Can we come here all the time?!”

You smile softly “Of course. This world is for you, Luffy. Anytime you want.”

Luffy stares at you, eyes wide and bright, before suddenly pulling you into a tight hug “I love you so much, Y/N!”

You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. He’s so close, warm and real, and his words hit you harder than any storm.

Then he pulls back, still grinning “Now make me a meat throne!”

You laugh, snapping your fingers “Your wish is my command, my king.”

Luffy plops down on his brand-new meat throne, sprawling across it like he owns the place. He takes a giant bite of meat, his eyes practically sparkling as he chews “This is the best,” he mumbles through his full mouth “You’re the best, Y/N!”

You chuckle, watching him with fondness “Glad you like it, Captain.”

Luffy suddenly stops eating and stares at you, his grin softening “This place is like…your heart, right?”

You blink “Huh?”

He waves his meat around as he talks “I mean, this world. It’s made by you, shaped by you. So it’s kinda like…being inside your heart.” He grins wider, leaning forward “That means I’m the only one who gets to see it, right?”

Your cheeks heat up “Y-Yeah. I’ve never shown anyone else before.”

Luffy’s expression changes—still happy, but there’s something deeper in his gaze “That makes it even cooler.” He taps his chest “Because that means this place is just for me.”

Your heart flutters. He’s so simple, so straightforward, yet his words hit straight into your soul.

Luffy stretches out his arm without thinking and pulls you onto the throne with him. You yelp as you land beside him, your shoulder pressed against his.

“Hey—!”

He just laughs, wrapping an arm around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world “If this world listens to you, then tell it to make the sky full of stars.”

You exhale softly, still flustered, but you lift your hand. The sky above shifts from bright blue to a deep, velvety black, dotted with thousands of glowing stars. Some twinkle like fireflies, others swirl in spirals, painting the sky in dreamy constellations.

Luffy tilts his head back, eyes wide with wonder “Whoa…” He squeezes your shoulder a little “Beautiful.”

You turn, only to find him already looking at you, not at the stars, but at you.

Your breath catches.

“Luffy—”

“You’re amazing,” he says simply “You make a whole world, and you still don’t see how incredible you are?”

You look away, flustered “I mean…it’s just my magic.”

“It’s you.” His voice is soft, but his grip on you is firm “And I love everything you make. Just like I love you.”

Your heart stops.

Luffy leans in, his forehead bumping lightly against yours “I love you, Y/N,” he repeats, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like he’s saying he wants meat for dinner. Like it’s obvious.

Your face burns “You—you can’t just say that so casually!”

“Why not? It’s true.” He grins, pressing his nose against yours “You love me too, right?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. His eyes are so close, so warm, so full of everything that is Luffy—joy, adventure, love.

You exhale, letting your forehead rest against his “Yeah…I do… idiot.”

Luffy’s grin softens, and without another word, he pulls you fully into his arms. His embrace is warm, firm, and unshakably real, grounding you in a world that is yours but now, somehow, his too.

“Good,” he murmurs, squeezing you tight “’Cause I’m not leaving.”

And in that moment, with the stars shining above and Luffy holding you close, you know—this world truly belongs to both of you now.

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imliterallyf7ckin9crazy · 5 months ago

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꧁⋆°𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼°⋆꧂

Squid game Season 2 men saving you when you almost die in the game

Characters: player 001, 230, 124

Warnings: canon violence, near death experience, toxic relationships, drug use, mention of suicide, romantic tension, f! Reader

A/N: this is no diss to anyone bc I respect the grind, I truly do, but everything I see of squid game is nsfw. I have to HUNT for sfw shit. I just gave up and just read everything anyways. So I’m trying to balance the scales a bit for rn. Again no diss bc yall nsfw writers COOK.

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ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 001

(Weird ppl attacking you in game)

- ok so for this one I’ll say that you are just a average player in the games he happened upon. You two met because you were on the ‘X’ team, and more specifically in gi- Huns group.

- he normally is pretty resistant to the ‘worthless sob stories of the poor’ as he puts it. But for some odd reason, yours got to him

- thrown out of home, forced to survive and fend for yourself out in the streets, hopping from job to job because you can’t pay rent on time 8/10 and you get evicted. Pulling loan after loan to keep yourself afloat, and even that is starting to fail you. You are at the very end of the road and if you can’t manage to leave here without some money you are 100% fucked. You genuinely think the only way out of the hole you’ve dug is either a miracle in here or checking out of life manually.

- in-ho LOVES sad wet cat type people, he can’t help it. And even though he’s heard basically the same stories from hundreds of people yet somehow you stuck with him

- life was unfair to you, you were cast out. If that didn’t happen, you wouldn’t have to be living “like garbage”. Almost everyone else put themselves in their financial hole, you started in one. Not fair, see? He’s doing so much mental gymnastics and logistical jumping to validate himself. You’re different, you don’t count.

- you really weren’t a extremely strong individual , you didn’t draw attention to yourself like many of the others, you didn’t argue much or ask many questions. You came with a goal. And he respected that.

- after game two though, the marathon, you and many others decided it was time to call it quits. So you voted ‘X’ with gi-hun and everyone else. And surprisingly in-ho, or young-il as he named himself, also picked ‘X’

- you both didn’t really talk much besides maybe a few sentences to each other about how your group was meant to survive. But after the second vote, having a X on your shirt also meant having a target on your back. And being the “minding my own business” type it doubled that factor.

- a group of three people, two guys and one girl approached you. Sorrounding you and pestering you on your vote. It turned to raised voices and getting in your face, to shoving from all three people as you just stood there and took it, unwilling to change votes. Though you might not fight like some others that doesn’t mean you aren’t brave.

- though as soon as young-il (for simplicity) saw those men put hands on you he was already trudging his way cross room, leaving gi-hun mid conversation to aid you.

- you were backed against the bed frame of the stacked sleeping quarters, these three lunatics yelling and shoving you, telling you that you have to vote ‘O’ “or else”. You assumed it implied you leaving this place in a box.

- that’s when young-il made it to you. “That’s quite enough” he says, eyes cold as ice and facial expression locked in stone. His posture was straight and his head was held high. Very intimidating, it’s almost like he had a military commander type vide (hahaha- odd right??)

- the girl was quick to scamper off, giving you a glare as she informs the boys she’ll be waiting by their group. The men however puff their chests out and square up a bit, and you get second hand embarrassment because young-il doesn’t even flinch or break the deadly eye contact. “Are you sure.” Is all he said. It didn’t sound like an actual question, more of a “are you sure you wanna get your ass beat in front of all these people” threat.

- they got the memo from his venomous words and slowly creeped off back to wherever they came from, looking like puppies with their tails tucked as they walked away.

- “thank you so much” you say, bowing slightly in gratitude for his kindness. He gives you a nice chuckle before lifting your shoulders back up.

- “oh no no, it’s nothing. Those boys should know better, I bet their mothers would chew their ears off if they saw their lack of manners” he jokes, earning a giggle from you.

- it makes him feel kinda fuzzy, but he compartmentalizes that feeling for when he’s alone and can process it. In the mean time he just places his hand on your lower back, guiding you back to the group where you will be safe (and in arms reach)

- this just opened a Pandora’s box of possessiveness and lies, and he doesn’t even know how it will end

ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 230

(Mingle)

- for this let’s just say that you met up with thanos for the second game, the marathon one, and yall clicked a bit, leading him to tell you that “you should stay with me and my crew, for safety”

- and so you do. What could be the harm? He’s clearly deranged and a loose cannon, wouldn’t it be better to just go along before he kills you?

- is what you originally thought. Turns out after that conversation and you joined, he really isn’t that bad to be around. When he’s high he always makes you laugh, constantly cracking jokes and making fun of people at their expense to make you smack his shoulder a bit, saying “be nice!”

- you noticed he thrives on attention, and you give it to him freely. It’s hard not to when he’s got bright purple hair, hand tattoos WITH rainbow painted nails, and he’s rapping and dancing like he was in the comfort of his own home. Plus nam gyu, the guy who lowkey bullied the shit out of you the first few days was now told to “chill out man”

- now, you were all standing on a spinning circular floor, a cute little cheery jingle being played from over the speakers. Thanos and nam gyu danced together to the music, high in ways you didn’t even know you could get. It was pretty silly though, acting like kids.

- then the music dropped, and a number was said. You had to run with that number of people into a room to live. Those left behind will die

- the first few rounds were easy, the numbers were quite high and you held onto thanos’ jacket to stay with the group. The sounds of people begging to be let in followed by being punctured with bullets rang in your mind and the number for people in groups got lower and lower, until the number was two.

- you, thanos, nam gyu and min-su all stared at each other for a moment, frozen on who to pick before thanos started throwing his head from side to side before turning and gripping your arm and nam gyus, running full speed and pulling you along, forcing you to leave min-su. Though you felt horrible once you saw his shocked little face, you just kept going. Choosing to save your life instead of feeling bad and dying there.

- thanos shoved nam gyu towards the door next to the one you were about to be tossed in, luckily he saw someone was waiting by themselves in the room, so he was safe with two. Nam gyu gave him a small nod to let him know he was safe and set to survive.

- thanos rushed you in, slamming the door behind him and peering out. This was the last round, you made it. The door beeped behind you and locked, ensuring your victory of the game.

- adrenaline was still pumping through your veins as you gazed up at him from your spot cowering against the wall as gun shots rang. You didn’t even hear the people screaming or the poor souls who were locked from the room right behind you and thanos, damming you to hell for getting to the room first as they die. “Holy shit” you say as you look at him as he smiled back. “We did it.”

- “yup” he says confidently “now let’s see how much money we earned” thanos says as he pulled open the door for the final time. Before he can step out you grab his sleeve “hey- uh thank you” you mumbled

- he could have just left you like min-su and went with nam gyu, but he chose to save you.

- “what? Nah it’s nothing. Don’t worry” he says, patting you on the head and steering you out of the room

ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 124

(Lights out fight)

- there was a obvious tension in the air, one that nearly suffocated you as you sat with nam gyu on a bed… thanos’ bed.

- the vote ended in a tie, meaning the vote was to be redone the following day. After that was announced, your friends thanos and nam gyu went to the bathroom to ‘help even out the votes’. Specifically to talk to that poor min-su they’ve been harassing non stop. Only just nam gyu came back out. Eyes blown wide and covered head to toe in thick splashes of blood. Your heart nearly died when you saw him stumbling dazed out of the bathroom. You knew SOMETHING had happened when no thanos returned safely to you.

- after that, he tried convincing you they didn’t start the fight, which you saw right through. Eventually he dropped that act and told you straight up what went down. How your friend was murdered. Nam gyu tried covering his pain up by insulting thanos and taking two of his pills from the cross he stole from him. Calling him an asshole and an idiot. Again, you saw right through.

- you brought your hand up to his face to wife some blood off with your sleeve. And he leaned right into it, sighing very very deeply as he crushed the drugs between his teeth. He held your hand to his face, which you thought was just him being cute until he started talking about how there needed to be a total blood bath that night. To ensure team ‘O’ wins and you both could keep going. You tried to pull away but his grip kept you like in your spot next to him.

- “no nam gyu, we can’t just kill these people. They are just like us they just need money-“

- “yes! That’s the fucking point. We need that danm money, can’t you see? We won’t fucking win with all those stupid fucking cockroaches leeching our money” he hisses, harsh words contrasting with his hands tracing patterns gently on yours. “We won’t win this vote with them alive, we won’t get more money with them all alive. This is the only way”

- he just kept going and going until you agreed, saying you’d at least let him go out and kill and you’d be his little look out. Only nothing can go smoothly for anyone ever here.

- while there’s lights flashing and people screaming, blood and gore being sprayed from the alive and leaking from the dead, you are trying to make out what is going on around you. You can (faintly) see nam gyu out in the room, grabbing people and ripping them to shreds with his fork, the very fork that killed thanos to be exact.

- while you were looking around for nam gyu, someone had come up behind you, grabbing you by the neck and trying to choke you out. You screamed out nam gyus name as loud as you could as the attackers grip tightened and tightened to the point where you thought your neck was bound to snap. Your vision going out slowly as all you can recognize becomes the sound of the chaos. Until suddenly you were freed, and your assaulter was ripped off you and pinned to the ground by nam gyu.

- he started repeatingly stabbing the person, blood flying onto you and him as he slit the person open. When he stopped you basically flung yourself at him, crying “thank you! Thank you!”. He just saved your life, though You could barely recognize him, he was lost completely in drug fueled blood lust and rage.

- maybe not completely you figured, as he rushed to you and scooped you up. He returned you to a bunk, telling you to hide there and wait for him. Promising you he’ll come back, that he will keep you safe. And he did, as the lights came on and the gun shots rung out, he was alive and on his way back to you

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Bet yall can’t guess who my favorite is >:3

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divinelysin · 8 days ago

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introducing . . . beauty influencer! reader x macklin celebrini.

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♡̷̸⁩ུ⃛ macklin celebrini who was instantly infatuated with you, his sweet girl. macklin and beauty influencer! reader wh o match each others freak perfectly. both feeling obsessive with the taste of each other and the feeling of making each other feel so good. polaroid pictures. flatline by justin bieber.

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starlightwoofwoof · 13 days ago

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okay so uhhhh- I finally made some Dandy’s World OCs!! YIPPEE ‼️‼️

they’re kinda like hypothetical Halloween Toons- figured I would make them now before the ACTUAL Halloween Toons release lol (ik that probably won’t be for a while but still-)

also I’ve just been in a spooky Halloween mood lately, idk why, but yeah- HERE YA GO :D

okay little extra info/fun facts about them :3 :

I like to think Blair and Boo are stacked on top of each other in their player model heh

oh yeah, the idea of them come from me not being able to decide whether to make a cat or a bat because I love both bats and cats so I was like “ykw frick it b o t h”

Their rarities correspond to where they’re placed in the post

Ages- uhhhhh, Autumn, Rattles and Rhett are adults but Blair and Boo are like, 10, so keep that in mind (also Rhett is an adult but he is still only like- 18-19 so also keep that in mind-)

I kinda like to think Autumn and Sprout are cousins-

I actually haven’t thought about how Rhett eats lol but I guess he just like- shoves things into the hood of his hoodie and he digests that way?? idk-

Rhett is often mistaken for a girl because of his lashes

Rhett has a giant candy stash. Where?? idk, he won’t tell anyone that either-

Rattles’s hair is a wig but he has only told Glisten about that (he swears it’s real to everyone else)

Autumn’s eyes, nose and mouth glow in the dark

Rattles is kinda insecure about himself, he always feels like he needs to step up in terms of his “coolness”

Rhett’s also kinda insecure about himself because people find him scary :[

Blair loves apples, as you can tell by her sweater (she’s also based off of those white and yellow bats that have those really long noses-)

Blair can’t really fly yet, she can float above the ground only slightly, but she still likes carrying Boo around

aaannnndddd here’s some extra doodles, as usual lol

ALSO I want to thank Skid and Pump for being an inspiration for Blair and Boo, everyone thank them for existing :3

and I’d also like to thank Curly for being a B I G inspiration for Rattles, everyone also thank him for existing too :3

(okay but I low-key wanna draw these guys if they were in my DW x MLB AU ……… once I get ideas for them-

ALSO I’ll figure out their Twisteds and stats and stuff later too lol

A L S O - feel free to ask stuff about them- I kinda wanna talk about them more :D)

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sundays-sims · 2 years ago

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S A N D S T O N E / / C L U T T E R - A D D O N S . (early access, patreon)

As promised, here's the second part of my sandstone set featuring clutter & deco. This set focuses on smaller objects to personalize & add the final touch to your interior. It includes 15 new meshes, mostly smaller decorative objects & clutter but you will also find a functional pet bed (needs Cats & Dogs expansion pack), an oak coffee table & a functional candle.

↓ details & download link under the cut ↓

D O W N L O A D L I N K : [X] (patreon, early access)

S E T D E T A I L S :

oak coffee table

book cradle

open book (for book cradle)

magazine stack (for book cradle)

candles

candle wick trimmer

candle extinguisher

small & large linen box

marble tray

marble vase

small branch/plant

pet bed

bowl

deco metal wire balls (for bowl)

I hope you enjoy you guys!

Lastly, I want to wish you all the best holiday season, love, health & happiness! Thank you again so much for your support, always. I am forever grateful. ♥

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potionio · 5 months ago

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Vet Bills And More

So, due to emergency cat vet bills my economy this month is...entirely tanked.

I have commissions open and I need to earn enough to get money for her dental. I was going to change my name this year, and try to get a new computer as this one is slowly kicking the bucket and becoming obsolete- but unfortunately that just isn't on the table atm : (

Sunny (my 12 y-o ragdoll) needs to have a tooth removed and in sweden that's estimated at 5500 SEK MINIMUM and they recommend saving up to twice that amount.

This isn't even viable on my government support, like I will have 20 bucks until February 19th due to her emergency vet just now (she ate something and was vomiting blood, she is okay-ish now).

So if you have any money to spare, or maybe is interested in my art it'd mean so much if you could peek at my ko-fi!

The money collected will go towards vet bills and me getting you know...food LMAO. Luckily I'm stacked up on my meds for now or that'd be an absolute fucking catastrophe.

I don't really have anything else to say. I'm honestly so exhausted and ran around so much yesterday.

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saturnicos · 1 year ago

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— paper rings

summary: making origami with Kalim.

[tw/cw]: none.

[a/n]: a silly idea I had, just wanted to write something fluffy for Kalim /o\ I'm also a little sleepy, has not been proofread and may have some grammar errors

You found yourself on the floor of Scarabia's dorm leader's exquisite room, surrounded by stacks of decorated paper, crayons, teapots, and an assortment of homemade sweets — you should remember to thank Jamil later — in addition, of course, from Kalim's warm smile, who watched you teach him with excitement like an eagle.

A few days ago, by coincidence, you and Kalim had a History of Magic class with Professor Trein when he decided to combine two classes for a project, and, as expected, the class was tedious and the minutes pass more and more slowly. As a way to occupy your mind, you detached a sheet of paper from the notebook and divided it into several small squares, each of which was folded and created different origami objects/animals.

Kalim's gaze didn't go unnoticed because of this, even more so because he was your partner during the class — since Jamil wouldn't have this subject in his grade for the day due to an inconsistency in the bimonthly class union, and you knew it wouldn't be mentally healthy to leave Kalim with a possibly chaotic partner — he looked with sparkle in his eyes at each new figure made, praising your skill and begging you to teach him this tradition from your world.

And Kalim isn't someone who gives up easily when he is curious, which is what led you to where you are.

He, despite not being the best student you ever had, clearly tried to put his best into every fold he did, however, most of the time, he got lost during the process, turning what was supposed to be a swan into a right-angled triangle.

Kalim's determination didn't seem to end even with the series of mistakes, which made your heart warm with the persistence and enthusiasm that the boy exuded.

You then decided to choose the simplest origami you could remember for Kalim to replicate, hoping he would get the hang of the fold directions. To do this, you remembered the simple folding of a ring which, even though there were several ways to fold it and decorate it with heart/cat/frog shapes, it was quite simple to memorize the few steps.

— How about trying for a ring? — you offered as you reached out to take Kalim's latest work, which looked better than expected, even if it had some overlapping corners. He gave a proud smile.

— A ring? Looks cool! — Kalim smiled as he watched you carefully, crossing his legs to get into a more comfortable position and resting his elbows on his knees, resting his face in the palms of his hands.

— There's even a song in my world about it. The singer says something like this to symbolize the non-need for something luxurious for a commitment to be genuine. — You laughed at the memory of the ridiculously famous pop song in your world, remembering how it was often used for dedications between couples in love, becoming a bubblegum and viral song for a long time.

— Here, let me teach you. — you quickly cut a simple sheet of paper to the exact size with great precision (much to your own amazement) and slowly showed the step by step to Kalim, even though it was a very simple origami to learn.

As soon as you finished it — even though it wasn't perfectly folded, but you gave yourself a discount because it was just a demonstration — Kalim's eyes lit up when he saw the finished piece. Taking the reins after feeling that he could replicate the origami accurately — which he said in the last pieces that ended with some wrong fold —, Kalim picked up a paper particularly decorated in gold from the pile scattered on the floor, turning it to the side with an amused smile.

You chuckled to yourself as you shook your head, patiently waiting for the fruits that Kalim's determination would bring as you began tidying up the bedroom floor. It had become a mess of glue and scrap paper; you could even imagine Jamil's expression if he walked through the door and saw this.

As you sorted the leftovers into a pile to later throw away, Kalim turned around as fast as lightning making his way through the skies, having a triumphant smile on his face as he leaned in to hold one of your hands with incredible enthusiasm.

Giving in to the dorm leader's warm and energetic smile, you allowed him to grab your hand. At the same step, Kalim quickly took the paper ring he had made and placed it on one of your fingers, crumpling it slightly during the process due to his excitement, however, he didn't seem to mind, paying more attention to your reaction and in the way your face were a mix between softening and startled.

Widening his smile even more — if that were even possible —, Kalim grabbed both of your hands without remembering the fragility of the paper, but without applying any kind of pressure, while he spoke in a sweet and strident tone and with his eyes shining like the crystal clear water of a river:

— I like shiny things, but I would marry you even with paper rings!

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simdertalia · 2 years ago

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🌙 🎃 ACNH Halloween Set 🎃🌙

Sims 4, Base game compatible. 50 items

It's that time of year! It's currently almost 1:00 AM October 1st for me, I'm so excited about this set so here it is! As usual, all original swatches included with some extras added by me! The extra swatches for the dead trees were inspired by the bonus material for The Hobbit, where they showed the set design for Mirkwood ☺️💗 I hope you enjoy!

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

Set contains:

Build: -Halloween Wooden Floor Tiles | 2 swatches -Halloween Wallpaper | 2 swatches

Type “acnh halloween" into the search query in build mode to find quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing the title and it will appear.

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kokostarbits · 2 months ago

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🌼🔮Stuck with the Soggy Cat🔮🌼

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Part 2:

🌟🥚Having You Here🥚🌟

Magolor had been living with Meta Knight for two weeks now.

He kept track of the days by the tea mugs stacking up on the little windowsill, and the fact that Meta Knight started leaving out exactly one extra slice of toast in the mornings without saying a word.

"You like having me here." Magolor teased one morning, poking at the toast with a grin. "Don't try to deny it."

Meta Knight didn't look up from his book. "I simply hate wasting food."

"And I just happen to show up every day when there's toast ready?"

"You still talk too much."

"You missed it."

That got a barely perceptible flick of an eye in his direction. Magolor grinned to himself.

Truthfully, things had been... oddly peaceful. He'd expected yelling. Cold shoulders.

Maybe a sword pointed at his neck, but Meta Knight (gruff and distant as ever) hadn't tried to throw him out. He hadn't brought up the betrayal again. He just... let Magolor be.

And more than that, he helped.

Like the night Magolor had a nightmare and woke up yelling spells he no longer had the magic to cast. Meta Knight had appeared in the doorway without a word, sat beside him, and stayed there until morning.

Or the time Magolor accidentally knocked over a whole shelf of books and started panicking, only for Meta Knight to silently start picking them up with him.

It was weird, and then nice, and then weird again.

But the weirdest part?

Meta Knight smiled more now. Not big, obvious grins like Kirby or Dedede. But soft, small things... Like the corners of his eyes crinkling, or the faintest tilt of his mask when Magolor said something ridiculous.

He'd started talking more too. Not a lot, but sometimes over late-night tea he'd tell Magolor stories. Quietly. Thoughtfully. Like he was letting the words out only because he knew Magolor would hold them gently.

One rainy evening, Magolor was curled up on the couch in that same black shirt with the "M" on it—he still wore it constantly, claiming it was "super comfy," though Meta Knight suspected the real reason was because it smelled like him.

Meta Knight sat across from him, reading.

"You ever get tired of all this quiet?" Magolor asked suddenly, breaking the silence. "You used to live on a battleship...the Halberd, right? With swords, yelling and the dramatic lightning?"

Meta Knight turned a page. "Peace is preferable."

"Even with me here?"

There was a pause. Meta Knight looked up, meeting his gaze.

"Especially with you here."

Magolor blinked. His ears twitched.

"O-Oh..."

He pulled the shirt collar up to hide the way his face heated.

Meta Knight stood and walked over. He knelt in front of the couch and gently brushed a crumb from Magolor's cloak, completely ignoring the wide-eyed look he was getting.

"You've... changed..." he said quietly. "You still talk too much, and you're still a mess."

"I'm adorable and endearing." Magolor corrected automatically.

Meta Knight didn't argue.

Instead, he reached up and tugged the hoodie part of Magolor's cloak over his head gently. Like he used to when Magolor fell asleep on long missions. He let his hand linger for a second.

"...But I like this version of you..." he said. "Even if you're a little chaotic."

Magolor's heart did a flip.

"...You do like having me here...do you?" he whispered.

Meta Knight looked at him, golden eyes steady behind the mask.

"I never said I didn't."

Magolor leaned forward and bumped his forehead softly against Meta Knight's.

He didn't need magic to feel warm anymore.💕

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Here's part 2!!! I've actually been a little nervous to post my writing...😅 But you guys are so sweet, and you've been giving me sweet compliments on my stories and my art!!!

So I know I say it a lot...but I truly mean it, thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything! I used to hate what I draw because I cared to much what people think when they hated it...but it's been so sweet ever since I joined Tumblr, and that's because of you guys! Keep being amazing my little starbeans!!! 😭💕🌟

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rachetmath · 1 year ago

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Jaune More MC Ruby?

Ruby: That’s why I’m the MC and you're the side character.

Jaune: So because you have silver eyes you’re special?

Ruby: Yep.

Jaune: Even though I cheated Beacon.

Ruby: Yep.

Jaune: I was bullied.

Ruby: Yep.

Jaune: My partner is dead. And because I let my guard down, Ozpin died, and Oscar had no choice but to come on this journey. You know, because of me.

Ruby: Yep.

Jaune: And because Cinder, who works under Salem killed my partner, I have beef with the main villain and her whole crew.

Ruby: Yeah.

Jaune: Salem, who I have way more in common with than most people, the deemed goddess I’m defying her, just like she did with the brothers over a loved one's death. Are you following me so far?

Ruby: … Yeah…

Jaune: Hazel, who mind you, lost his sister. He lost his sister because of the world Ozpin had created, like I did, with Pyrrha.

Qrow: She had a choice.

Jaune: A few days' choice which turned into minutes when Beacon was attacked. Then discovering how bad the situation is, you know with Salem being immortal, I almost hurt if not killed Oscar, making me at the spur of the moment, just as bad as Hazel. And mind you I was willing to fight you on that.

Ruby: Uh… yeah…

Jaune: Tyrian, has the opposite to my semblance. Wasn’t he more interested in me than you? And you were his target.

Ruby: Mmhmm.

Jaune: Let’s talk about Cinder again. Cinder had two stray kids who followed her. I have Ren and Nora. Neither have parents. Also, we both want power but for different reasons. We even have different views on destiny.

Ruby: Oh damn.

Jaune: Atlas. Oscar did Ironwood not act like how I did in Argus but worse?

Oscar: Yeah he did. Jaune even saw Salem in person before you did.

Yang: So did we. You saw her face to face.

Oscar: I’m Ozpin. What is that supposed to mean?

Ruby: Oscar, not helping.

Jaune: Neo. We both lost our partners. The difference is that I have friends while she has none. The cat, him, and I almost have the same ability except he manipulates your soul or takes it. He might as well have been a devil version of me.

Weiss: O. Dear lord.

Jaune: Watts. … … … You know what no. He-he was no. Like he could have done better, he’s an example of being smart yet making the dumbest choices.

Weiss: True.

In the Twilight

Watts: What?! My decision was understandable.

Ironwood: No. No, they were not.

Penny: Like you could have logically put your two weeks in and left for another kingdom. Or country. Like Vale. Mistral. Anywhere. You could have helped where you could've been needed. Which would have made you better than my father.

Watts: I wasted my life.

Back to Remnant

Ruby: Um….

Jaune: You know what I have to ask this question. What is the moral of the story and how does your character fit into this?

Ruby: Well my-

Jaune: Let me retort. I lied. I was bullied. I had no idea about anything in the hunting world. I needed a teacher. I lost someone important to me. I have beef with the main villains. I train to get stronger to be of use to others.

Ruby: So?

Jaune: Okay. No one believed in me. But I still went to chase my goal. I lost the best thing in my life. I still moved forward. I had to kill someone. Still moved forward. I’m an old man trapped in a boy's body. Still moving forward. Fighting the odds that are stacked against me. I have seven who no one knows about. Yet your family is more interesting.

Ruby: Your point?

Jaune: The moral of the story is that no matter your circumstance you can always be better. Never allow destiny or grief to influence your entire life. No matter what odds that stand before you, you can ultimately change your fate. And no matter the darkness a simple soul can light up the night and unite everyone against a greater evil. Even when the whole world is against you, you are never alone to endure it. If we stand united and look past our differences only then the wor;d would be a better place.

Ruby: Well my mom died at Salem’s hands.

Jaune: And?

Ruby: It's still relevant.

Jaune: You're right. But how many times has your mother been mentioned and you bothered to get information about her?

Yang: I-

Jaune: Bitch shut the fuck up. You were looking for the deadbeat mom more than the mom who stepped up.

Ruby: Well um… um…. Damn. Oh, but I-

Jaune: You weren’t the sword. I may not have known Penny as long as you, but the fact, that I could've saved her proved her death hit harder than Pyrrha's. I’m close to walking in Raven’s path.

Ruby: Shit.

Jaune: And back to your mother. She was a silver-eyed warrior. But Salem is still here. Do silver eyes work on her?

Ruby: Um.

Jaune: Because Salem is still both the brothers' creation. The old humanity. She can't be phased by the black liquid even though everything they touch decays.

Ruby: She's immortal.

Jaune: Yeah but again when Maria told you her story didn't she try using her silver eyes on humans and it didn't work?

Ruby: Cinder.

Jaune: Grimm arm.

Ruby: The hound.

Blake: Silver-eyed person too but only stunned them.

Ruby: Blake.

Blake: What a minute he had animalistic ears. Should I be concerned for my people?

Jaune: Yeah… we’re not getting into that. The point is if you go see Salem and your silver eyes don't work then your mom died for nothing.

Ruby: Oo. Um…

Jaune: And let's get back to the other villains. Besides Emerald, Mercury, and Tyrian, some of them have valid reasons to join Salem.

Ren: Jaune!

Jaune: Ren, your village got destroyed.

Ren: Nevermind.

Me: Hold up. Let me start. With Cinder, a huntsman saw what she was going through and didn't bother to help her. She was alone. The world abandoned her.

Jaune: So Hazel was right. In fact, Raven had a point.

Oscar(Ozpin): Mr. Arc I-

Jaune: Motherfucker Hazel had every right to be angry. Dude shadow missions involve us going with experienced hunters. Yet his sister died and Ruby could’ve died. Shadowing them. Following their lead. Does that not show how bad the hunting system is? Not just that we got hunters who died in the line of duty. Not to mention how some were sexually harassing the girls. And some of them are just plain crazy or assholes. Not to mention Blake, Qrow, and Raven. You let them in. And to make matters worse you chose Pyrrha, a first-year student, to be your maiden.

Oscar(Ozpin): She was my best option.

Jaune: So Glynda wasn't on the table? A high-ranked fourth-year student wasn't on the table? Man, at least you could have chosen Ruby considering she has silver eyes and is a young upcoming prodigy. That would have made her more important. Like Ozpin Ruby off the bat was better than Pyrrha.

Qrow: Hey, I would have stopped that.

Jaune: O, so… it was okay with Pyrrha… but not your niece. I see. Hypocrite.

Qrow: Damn. Set myself up for that.

Jaune: Watts, despite his stupidity, had a point. James would abuse any source of technology just to have some level of control over something. Why did you think he wanted your sister instead of Penny? Why do you think he wanted Amity up as quickly as possible? Why do you think he hacked into Penny? Everything was always about control.

Weiss: Well our lives weren't easy.

Jaune: That I won't deny. Yet we are all still bad people.

Yang: Jaune my mother -

Jaune: Raven and Summer left you. Summer no one cared enough to talk about. Raven doesn't matter at all. Willow waited until her children were teenagers or young adults to start dealing with an abusive father. And Kali… yeah she should have slapped some sense into her daughter.

Weiss: Well your mom doesn't love you.

Jaune: Don't care. Back to Jacque though how does he and James know each other? Why do they have beef with one another? Unless… o. Oh no. Don't tell me. Did James set Jacque up with Willow? And in return, he helps James rise to power. Or did James love Willow but because of his career he couldn't marry her? Could Winter be-

Weiss: Please stop. I do not need those theories in my head.

Jaune: Fine. The point I'm trying to make is… … well how about you explain.

Me: It's crazy how Jaune fits the main character role better than Ruby.

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