#suddenly im so so okay with drawing whatever

[serendipitous-girl]

𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: getting a curse that makes you horny is not how you expected your day to turn out....espeically when if means your friends have to help you deal with your situation

⊱✿⊰ warnings: straight up smut, pơrn w plot, aphrodisiacs, this could sort of be considered dub-con but i still believe it is consensual, also this is written by a minor so if u don't want that u can leave, don't report jst block chat, nobara teaching the boys abt girls bodies, simp boys, unprotected sex (be careful irl pls 🙏)

⊱✿⊰ notes: i went from writing slightly suggestive to a freaking foursome but im slay for it okay. i apologize if this sucks i do not know how to write sexual stuff but i had this dream and it was FIRE. Also i have seen like five episodes of this show so try not to give spoilers and i apologize if this is not how curses work 😭 if adults interact imma be weirded out bc these characters r my age 🤨

if you know me (other than skye) don't talk to me abt this unless ur happy im shy enough as it is 💀

you hadn't realized you had even been affected by the curse that hit you earlier until you were on the way to the academy. it was a strange sort of descent to suddenly have your skin feverishly warm and a white hot need coiling deep in your gut. you were practically shaking by the time you reached jujustu high.

you stumbled towards your dorm, ignoring the way any sort of friction against your core made you want to whimper like a cat in heat. your underwear was well on the way of being utterly soaked and your foggy brain couldn't even bother to care.

"you okay, [name]?" yuji asked, his sturdy hand wrapping around your waist when your knees started to buckle. you bit your tongue hard enough to draw small drops of blood to prevent the needy sigh from escaping your lips. he was so strong and he was so sweet, his gentle smile making you wish it was between your thighs.

"i'm fine...just exhausted." you managed to grit out, unable to disguise the thick strain on your voice. maybe you were going insane, because why else would you be feeling this...horny?

"i'd wager you're more than exhausted." megumi piped in, his intense stare sending electricity straight to your core. he walked forward, with nobara not far behind, his mouth in a set line. he continued, "you are being affected by an aphrodisiac inflicted by an incubus."

nobara gave you a sneaky smile coming closer and sliding her arms around your waist and pulling you against your body. you couldn't help the whimper that you released when you felt her warm breath against your cheek.

"you horny, baby?" she purred, making your jaw drop slightly. oh, so she knows. you looked at her shyly, give her a little nod.

"that's what an aphro whatever does?" yuji asked, his chest still firmly pressed into your back. megumi nodded, his eyes darting between how you're sandwiched between nobara and yuji.

"h-how do i make it go away?" you piped up, internally cursing at the tone of your voice. it was thick with need, heavy with lust. maybe you should google how to bury oneself alive? that would be better than this embarrassing situation.

"you need to orgasm, at the very least once. but it will probably require quite a few tries." megumi explained, calmly as if he wasn't talking about his classmate cumming. before you knew it, you were sitting on megumi's bed. nobara and yuji must have led you to his room while he was talking.

"your arms are almost like jelly, honey." nobara noted, picking up your limp arm before letting it drop to your side, "why don't you let us take care of this for you?"

this time megumi, yuji, and you all paused. even through the gnawing desire to be railed you were still surprised at the suggestion. yuji's jaw dropped and megumi blushed, both of their reactions endearing if you were in a better state of mind.

"i have heard far too much about how both of these losers want to fuck you but are too wimpy to do anything. and i wouldn't mind making my girl feel good." nobara sat on the bed beside you and let her hands drift down your thighs. you shivered, parting them almost instinctively.

megumi shot nobara a glare like he was pissed his secret had been revealed and yuji gave you a sheepish smile. both boths came closer until everybody was sitting on the bed.

"you should still be in good conscious to consent." megumi said, his eyes burning into the spot where your legs were spread ever so slightly. your skirt was rising slightly, more of your skin revealed. "do you feel comfortable with this, [name]?"

suddenly you felt all pairs of eyes on you, making arousal seep into your underwear and rendering them positively destroyed. even with your body weak and full of animalistic need, you still had a mostly coherent thought process.

"please, yes please." you stuttered out, looking down at your lap with a shy expression.

nobara grinned deviously at your consent before pulling you onto her lap, pressing your back into her chest. she leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck and her hands drifting down your body.

"just relax, we're gonna make you feel real good." she said spreading your legs and lifting up your skirt to show off your underwear. normally you would be embarrassed that megumi and yuji were kneeling in front of you and staring directly at your cloth covered pussy. but you were far too gone to comprehend a single thing.

your underwear was fully soaked, a massive wet spot on them and the smell of your arousal wafting through the air. nobara kept kissing your neck, nibbling at the supple skin as her nimble fingers hooked around the waistband and slipped your underwear off.

your cunt was weeping for attention, puffy folds and twitching clit. your arousal was dripping down your legs, onto megumi's sheets. although he seemed too enthralled with your aching hole to care about the mess you were making.

a sharp gasp escaped your lips when nobara's fingers met your clit, rubbing it gently and in circular motions. as though their eyes had an invisible touch, the intense focus of both megumi and yuji added extra stimulation to your body.

"see this? this is like the key to the treasure chest." nobara said, still steadily rubbing that little bundle of nerves. you wiggled in her lap, trying to stop the embarrassing whimpers from escaping.

"does that feel good, [name]?" yuji asked, his hand suddenly reaching out to grab your thigh and keep you from wriggling out of nobara's hold. his touch was gentle but fuck was he strong.

you nodded and let out a little moan as nobara fingers slipped to your slit, collecting the wetness before teasing your hole. it eagerly tried to suck her digits in, aching to be filled.

"needy, are we?" megumi noted, the goregous rumble of his voice sending vibrations straight to your cunt. it clenched around nothing, showing off your horniness to your entire friend group. dear lord you were about to be fucked by all your friends.

finally nobara sunk her slender fingers in your cunt, the pads of her digits massaging the gummy walls. your toes curled and your back arched, a sigh of pleasure and relief filling the air like a lustful breeze. she grinned against your neck, going back to kissing you as she dipped her fingers in and out.

your pussy shamlessly gushed as she did this, loud enough you were sure the entire world could hear how well you were being fingered. not to mention the pretty little gasps and sighs that slipped between your parted lips.

"fuck," yuji grunted and your eyes fell from staring at the ceiling to him. his hand was cupping his massive bulge through his pants, his brown eyes blown out wide with lust. megumi wasn't fairing much better with a bright red face and parted lips he kept wetting.

"c'mon pretty girl, you gonna cum for me?" nobara purred, her free hand drifting from your waist to slipping under your shirt. she found your tits beneath your shirt and bra, rolling your hardened nipple between two of her digits.

your body suddenly tensed, walls clenching around her slender fingers as they curled right at the spongey point of pleasure. your cunt practically sucked her fingers in as it gushed around them. your jaw slightly dropped as your long wanton moan filled the room like a symphony of your pleasure.

"good girl." nobara praised while megumi and yuji stared at you with wide eyes. with a sudden shyness, you realized you might have been the first girl to have cum in front of them.

even with the orgasm you still felt that burn in your core and slick dripping down your thighs, like the needy whore you were. your mind was fuzzy with lust, pussy aching to be filled yet again.

"megumi, how about you fuck our princess?" nobara suggested, still rolling your senstive nub between her fingers as though to appease you while you waited, "and yuji, fill her mouth so she can't be too loud, yeah?"

the two boys agreed and suddenly you were being placed flat on the bed. your uniform was being stripped off by all three hands, leaving you naked and vulnerable soon.

megumi lifted your legs and spread them a bit more, you whining as the cool air brushed against your leaking cunt. he groaned softly, his raging hard on rubbed against your thigh.

he unzipped his pants enough for his cock to spring out, a pretty pink color with precum leaking out of the reddish tip. then he fixed your position, stroking his dick and rubbing the tip aganist your weeping slit. you whimpered, wriggling your hips like it would make it magically slip inside..

"shit," megumi hissed as he finally sunk his length into your pussy. you whined loudly as he finally filled you up, your back arching in attempts to get him deeper.

suddenly your eyes snapped upwards when you felt yuji's cockhead pressing into your lips. eagerly you parted them, tongue sticking out to lick the precum oozing out. yuji let out a soft sigh as you finally let him in, tongue exploring the large mass inside your mouth.

nobara wasn't feeling excluded at all it seemed, with the way her hands wandered to play with your tits. she smirked, watching the erotic scene unfold in front of her.

you felt almost like a ragdoll, getting fucked on both sides. megumi's thrusts were long and teasing, sliding almost all the way out before slamming all the way in again. whereas yuji was erratic and passionate, carelessly fucking your throat.

it was possibly the hottest and strangest situation you have ever found yourself in.

your moans were muffled by yuji's cock, mixed in with the soft gags of being filled up so entirely. everything felt so lewd, squelching of your cunt being hammered into by megumi and the slurps of you intently sucking yuji off.

nobara wasn't too upset about not getting "her turn" yet especially since she would prefer to have you get her off when it's just the two of you. she was patient...for now.

suddenly yuji stilled, then he kept thrusting into your mouth with jerky movements. "fuck! I'm gonna-"

a white hot liquid squirted into your mouth. It was salty and a little bitter but not terrible tasting. you swallowed up the pink haired boy's cum, some of it dribbling down your chin. once he was done he slowly pulled out, his cock softening slowly. yuji looked at you with wide eyes, almost like you showed him jennifer laurence not sucked him off

you squeaked suddenly, returning your attention to megumi who pinched your clit. he pouted at you, as though a little annoyed yuji had held your attention for so long.

you gave him a breathless smile in-between the sighs of pleasure at his cock hitting your sweet spot just right. you didn't even know something could be that deep inside of you and yet here he was, turning your tummy inside out with his dick.

"i want you to cum at the same time as me. can you do that for me, princess?" megumi said, speeding up his sensual pace. his hips snapped up to meet yours quicker now, his nimble fingers rolling and rubbing your sensitive nub in all the ways that made you certain you would explode.

with a final flick to your clit, you moaned his name and your walls squeezed around his cock. as thought triggered by your orgasm you felt his warm seed spurting inside your core, filling you up. he fucked you both through your highs, keeping his creamy cum inside your pussy.

a small whine fell from your sore throat at the empty feeling where megumi's dick used to be. however you felt that almost agonizing burn started to fade, satisfied by what you had been giving.

"aw baby." nobara cooed, gently petting the top of your unruly hair, "let us clean you up. you must be so tired from all that, yeah?"

you nodded slowly, allowing the boys to distangle from your body and allow nobara instruct them on how to clean you properly. you only started to drift off when you felt the trio cuddle around you, with nobara laying on your tummy, megumi spooning you from behind and yuji in the front. the warmth of your friends (with benefits?) coaxed your exhausted body to sleep.

hopefully you wouldn't have to ever think about the consequences of this....or at least until morning.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[soggypotatoes]

watched the bluey episode dragon today and it changed meeee I spent hours drawing tonight bc I felt so encouraged by it!!

[skitskatdacat63]

"Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily."

+ process(tw blood)

Also, look at him, bloody little guy 🥹

This drawing was inspired by several matador pics :D here and here:

^ I don't think I'll ever live up to the second one ah. There's several pics of that specific guy just soaked with blood, and I'm uh a bit obsessed with then ITS FUCKED UP I KNOW OKAY! But I've not drawn blood in a while so it was a bit difficult so I added less than I would want to I guess. Also I'm obsessed with how often they kneel in bullfighting?? Like okay who are you arching your back and spreading your legs for-

[yuff7e]

Hii! I have two ideas I don’t mind if only one is written: Could you write head-canons or like anything about Inosuke with a s/o whose love language is physical touch? Or could you write head-canons about Inosuke with an artist gf who maybee has a whole book with drawings of him 🤭🤭? Whatever is easiest tysm!!

⋆˙ inosuke with an artist s/o who loves physical touch !! ⟡♡ headcanons / fluff

gender neutral

omg hi anon !! and yes ofc i can :)) im making this whole thing gender neutral but i can do a separate fic of inosuke with an artist gf and he find out she’s been drawing him since the very start and how he reacts if you’d like ?? anywho, enjoy !! <3

the cuties song -> www.spotify.com

- inosuke and you have a pretty stable relationship tbh

- considering the fact he’s a feral boar man

- since you two have been together, you haven’t noticed inosuke having any hobbies

- like at all besides screaming and challenging people (and sleeping…) (…aaannndddd eating)

- but hey! that’s fine! you have yours and inosuke has… his

- now anywho, you were waking up bright and early for another day of training

- when suddenly you didn’t feel the crushing weight of inosuke on you…

- (he always sleeps on you and waits until you wake up! but today he wasn’t… oh god.)

- “inosuke? inosuke!”

- he had been rummaging around in your things while you were asleep !!!

- you rush over to him and jump on top of him to hide what he might’ve saw

- he lets you take him down and looks at you

- he’s doing that weird gawking giddy thing he does whenever he’s happy

- you just stare back at him

- “what?”

- “WHAT IS THIS BOOK?!”

- he holds up a sketchbook, filled to the brim with drawings of him

- you FREAK OUT

- “inosuke!! this is private stuff!!”

- “so?”

- mans does NOT know privacy

- yalls relationship is a one way street for that matter and he sticks to it.

- so he is veerrryyy adamant about seeing the rest of what’s in that book

- finally, you give in and let him look at it

- he’s amazed by the cool illustrations and doodles you’ve made for him

- “these are me?!”

- “yeah…”

- *cue him flipping through them aggressively*

- “i want this one!”

- “inosuke you can’t just take them! well— i mean maybe you can but i don’t want you to!! i spent a long time drawing these—..”

- “i don’t care!”

- “okay. insouke— seriously..!!”

- once he starts ripping some of the pages you snatch the book

- he tries to fight you but realizes you’re being serious so he stops but is still agitated

- he wants them!!

- now, onto physical touch

- honestly i wouldn’t see him having a problem with it, it’d probably just stroke his ego more knowing he’s got a pretty partner like you by his side caressing his arm while he boasts about how he’s the “king of the mountains”

- a real “i’m on top of the world” moment fr

- but he did kind of freak out when you touched him for the first time

- you were walking through the butterfly mansion, on the way to see inosuke

- you two had planned a little first date type-thing

- (with the help from tanjiro and zenitsu..)

- but you were happy and couldn’t wait to go and see him!!

- once you got there he wasn’t dressed up, just in his casual attire

- no clothes..

- anyway, you walk up to him and touch his shoulder

- he turns around so fast screaming “WHO THE HELL JUST TOUCHED ME?!”

- realized it was you and just stared

- the skin to skin contact got him feeling some typa way

- and ever since then you’ve just been doing the same thing you always do

- “hey inosuke!” you giggle as you hug him and he just freezes

- if he’s in the middle of a screaming fit and you go over and wrap your arms around him he’ll stop IMMEDIATELY

- “er—!! hey!”

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·˚ ༘ you’re outside training when you hear screaming coming from the inside of the butterfly mansion, and you weren’t too surprised that when you walked in your boyfriend was being quite the sore loser.

kanao had just beat him in one of the training games, and he wasn’t too happy about it. “she was cheating! she’s cheating! let’s do a rematch!! this time i’ll beat you!” we’re all the words you heard from him as he stomped his feet aggressively.

you sigh and look at kanao who’s just staring blankly at inosuke, “i guess we could have a rematch..” she squeaks, inosuke jumping right for her - and of course he loses, again.

he’s defeated, running back over to the side lines and throwing his whole body into the wall - banging his boar mask against it and throwing a few punches. you trot over to him, your arms extending until you fully fall into his side.

he stops what he’s doing and immediately goes to push you off, not realizing it’s you. until he notices your voice, “inosuke! stop screaming! you’ll have another rematch soon.”

he immediately grabs your arms to throw you off (which he could’ve easily done since you didn’t have your guard up) but he just complained while you were practically on top of him. saying things like - “hey! get your hands off of me! i have another match to win!” or “what’s the deal?! can’t you see i’m busy?!”

of course since he hasn’t pushed you off yet you know this is calming him down, and eventually it does. his anger subsides but only for a little bit, the match eventually redos and kanao gets a few good hits in until he wins.

instantly, he’s rushing over to you and tackling you to the ground!! “i did it! ya see that? i knew i could win!” he’s yowling and jumping around and you just smile at him fondly. “congrats inosuke! but i have to go back outside and finish my training—..”

before you could finish inosuke picks you up and twirls you around before setting you back down, patting your head. “alright! don’t be long. i want you to see me beat the rest of these people!” a blush creeps onto your cheeks as you giggle, a little out of breath.

“heh.. alright! i’ll be back.” you kiss his shoulder quickly before jogging away - causing him to freeze and someone catching him off guard and winning another match…

you didn’t hear the end of it later that night!! but it was all okay when you woke up for another day and inosuke was laying on you per usual, not rummaging through your things this time.

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YAYA I FINISHED !! it’s not as serious as i honestly hoped for but im actually super proud of this i think this is really cute !! hope u enjoy <3

REQUESTS : OPEN

[thoughtsforsoob]

Hii! I was wondering if you could do beomgyu fingering you under the table at a restaurant? Tyyy!!

a/n: hehe thank you for this anon! im going to try my best to make this good! inbox is always open!

beomgyu had invited you to dinner with the boys on this particular night. you agreed because you were excited to see the boys again and hang out with your boyfriend at the same time. so, when time rolled around to get to dinner, beomgyu had told you to get ready and that he was going to pick you up from your apartment. Having been told that, you immediately pick out your cute outfit (whatever you wanna wear) and start to do a little hairstyle and some makeup. beomgyu never expected you to dress up or even do any kind of makeup but it made you feel happy so you did it anyway. 

When you were done doing all your steps to get ready, you met him outside and you both headed down to the restaurant together. nothing seemed different or out of place on the way so you were greatly surprised when you felt a hand on your thigh while appetizers were coming to the table. sure, beomgyu had occasionally rested his hand there but it only meant one of two things. 1, it was just a coincidence or 2, he was going to finger you. you were really hoping for it to just be a coincidence since everyone was surrounding you. you continued to make conversation with the boys despite this action. your face hadn’t changed in expression so you were good.

while finishing up your appetizers, you were talking to soobin about a bread recipe you wanted to try (you were asking if he wanted some when you eventually made it). suddenly, you feel a slim finger tracing up and down your slit, stopping at your clit to add extra stimulation, you bit your lip just a bit. soobin raised an eyebrow with concern, “are you okay?” you nod and let go of your lip. “sorry. im getting a cramp in my thigh.” you looked down at your legs and then back up at him. “I'm sorry.” he shook his head and frowned, “don’t apologize. you can’t help it. Are you going to be alright?” you nod and with that, you two continued your conversation. you left feeling the gently finger rubbing up your slit through your panties until beomgyu finally pushed then aside discreetly and slid a finger in. you looked over at him with wide eyes and leaned closer to his ear. “why?” you whispered lowly and he just gave you a smile, kissing your forehead. you felt dizzy from the whiplash his actions were causing you. He was completely disrespecting you under the table and being such a gentleman above the table. The boys hadn’t really been suspecting anything until you started to fade out of the conversation, eyes fixated on beomgyu. Taehyun was the one to speak up and ask if there was something wrong between you two. You immediately snap out of your daze and shake your head. “Oh no, he’s just really handsome.” They all playfully gagged at your answer and Taehyun was the one who remained suspicious. He didn't want to say what he was thinking but he gave beomgyu ‘the look’ and beomgyu gave it back to him. This made you suddenly extremely shy. 

Beomgyu’s movements did not falter as he locked eyes with taehyun. You didn't know what to think but you felt yourself teetering over the edge of an orgasm. You looked to beomgyu and he looked down at you. He knew exactly what you wanted because of the squeezing of his fingers. He just nodded and you leaned against him, letting yourself go. You tried to not make it so obvious but at this point, everyone at the table was watching you look absolutely blissed out. They didn't even want to ask what had gone on because they more or less had an idea. They just stared at you two as beomgyu raised his hand back up, trying not to draw attention to himself from the rest of the restaurant as he licked his drenched fingers.

(part two with a gangbang???? Guys i'm so tempted please make me do it)

[princessbrunette]

Spiderman JJ sneaking into your room after a fight only to find you and John B with an entire ass yarn-evidence board discussing which of the people they know might be Spiderman

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today was the day, he’d decided. the day jj was going to reveal to you that he was infact spiderman. it wasn’t so much a choice, infact — he didn’t have much. he’d gotten in a bad fight, and knew you could patch him up, being a nursing student and all. he stumbled through your window, wearing his suit that now was home to a few rips and tears he was relying on you to sew up. his heart was racing, wondering what your reaction would be. he smiles as he hears your voice, about to exit your bedroom door — but his smile is quick to drop when he hears another male voice accompanying you, your joint best friend john b.

“look, i know you said to rule out rafe — but who else has his access? those web thingies that spiderman has, they had to cost a shit tonne of money, right? what does rafe have plenty of? money.” john b theorises.

“i think the webs come from his wrists john b, i swear — he’s like a spider mutant.” jj can hear the smile in your voice, clearly excited over the theories.

“yeah, you know that’s like— impossible, right?” john b’s voice flattens sarcastically.

“oh, and a guy flying across the skyline is totally normal. embrace the impossible, jb.” you grin and john b shakes his head, not buying it.

“whatever. you got anymore yarn? runnin’ kinda low here.”

“yeah, there’s some in my room somewhere. come.” you nod to the brunette for him to follow him, the sound of footsteps drawing closer. jj realises he’s about to be caught, big time.

“oh shit.” the now maskless blonde curses, going to take a step back but walks straight into your vanity, spilling an abundance of bracelets and necklaces onto the floor. he knew the commotion gave him away, so quickly — his wrist shot out and he closed the door with his web, the footsteps stopping suddenly in the hallway.

“who’s there?” you call out fearfully, and john steps infront of you protectively.

“got a baseball bat and im not afraid to use it, dude.” john b calls out, making jj pipe up quickly.

“its me! guys its me!”

“jj? what the hell are you doing in here?” you relax, storming over to the door. “how’d you get in?” he senses your hand reach for the door knob, and he panics once more.

“w—wait! okay! i’m uh— i’m naked!”

“dude.” john b’s flat voice sounds from behind the door.

“i got jumped, okay and they nabbed my freaking clothes.” as he speaks, he’s working on ripping his suit off, stuffing it into your full waste bin below your desk, covering it with balled up papers, making a mental note to retrieve it later.

when the door opens, jj stands fully naked, only his hands covering his junk.

“oh gosh.” you gasp, and the brunette shakes his head.

“they took your boxers, too?”

“wasn’t wearin’ ‘em to begin with.”

“right.”

he’ll tell you another day.

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[chaesparklez]

금빛 노을 아래 한 고백 | gunwook x reader

wc: 1.5k

reader: gender neutral

content: flashfic, fluff, some teasing, romance, school setting, kissing, fluttery feelings <3

a/n: this is my first time writing for gunwook! the title translates to ‘a confession under a golden sunset’. as my bias wrecker he has such a special place in my heart and i hope my writing captured him as beautifully as he is. also added the bibi song since i had it on repeat writing this and feel like it encapsulates the vibe of this scenario so well. enjoy!

warm sunlight streams through the blinds spilling onto the desks of the empty classroom, silent aside from the distant sounds of a few students shuffling through the corridors going home after their extracurriculars.

the classroom is bathed in a golden glow from the the waning sun. you stretch your hand out before you, waving your fingers and tilting your head to the side as you watch the silhouette of your hand dancing on the wall before you. you bring your hand closer to your eyes so the dark shadow draws nearer and nearer till it obliviates the wall in a mass of black...

"hey! what are you doing?"

you jump so hard you nearly scream. gunwook leans against the doorway with a cheshire cat grin plastered on his face.

"what the hell gunwook?? god, you startled me. my heart's beating so fast." you scowl.

"isn't that just because you like me?"

"what the fuck."

you and gunwook had a contentious relationship. in simple terms, he always annoyed the hell out of you. you don't even know when he popped into your life, but all of a sudden he was always around you, teasing you and pulling pranks acting like you'd known eachother for years. you weren't sure whether you found it funny or just annoying.

'where even were you? teacher kim put us both on cleaning duty today.'

"why are you so interested in me?" he replies, wiggling his eyebrows in mocking.

you roll your eyes. "whatever. i'm halfway done anyway," you sigh. taking the chalkboard eraser and beginning to wipe logarithms from the board with long swipes.

he clears his throat.

"hey... im sorry. i actually wanted to help this time." he says, scratching the back of his head and giving you a bashful look.

you snicker. "what the hell? why are you being nice to me? are you going to shove a fake cockroach down my shirt again?"

he'd already tried that one three times this week, the last time culminating in you chasing him down the hallway screaming and being caught by teacher kim- hence you both ending up on cleaning duty.

he begins to move closer.

"do not come closer, park gunwook. i swear to god, one more fake cockroach and you'll be on the floor crying."

"no, i-"

the classroom is suddenly filled with an eruption of screams and laughter. gunwook hadn't listened to you (as usual) continuing to grow nearer- so you'd clapped the erasers in his face creating a poof of chalkboard dust in the air.

"what was that for?" he coughs, tempting to wave away the billow of dust.

"it's what you get!" you jeer, happy to have caught him off guard for once.

you place the erasers back and begin to sweep. gunwook follows you with all the manner of a lost puppy, just awkwardly trailing next to you as you make your away around the room.

"gunwook, i literally can't see with your big head in the way."

"what do you mean big??"

"your shadow is so massive it's covering the floor and i can't see."

"don't make things up."

"i'm not! look at your shadow! you’re practically blocking the sun like a titan.”

"well.. don't you like tall guys?"

you pause at the sudden but earnest question. a pale pink blush was seeping across his cheeks, his eyes fixed on some other spot in the room. what was wrong with him today?

you sigh, too tired to ponder on it, and continue sweeping.

"what are you even saying.." you mumble in reply. 'just get out of my way.'

"okay, fine. is there at least a task for me to do?"

"go sharpen the pencils. at least make yourself useful if you're gonna bother me."

~~

"sung hanbin." he says from the other side of the room.

"what?" you swivel your head to where gunwook stands sharpening the pencils. his eyes hadn't left the floor, continuing his task calmly.

he stays silent so you draw nearer to him, puzzled. "what do you mean?" you ask again.

"you mentioned it to haneul the other day," he says quietly. 'that you like sung hanbin. that he's so kind, and dances so well, and he's so tall..."

you squint your eyes at him. did he listen to your conversations?

‘i'm tall too. my mom said by the time i turn 21 i'll be 190cm.’ he says, knuckles white as his hand grips the pencil sharpener. he pauses. ‘and im taller than sung hanbin.’

"what are you even saying?" you laugh. you place the broom aside and perch yourself on a desk. 'why are you suddenly mentioning him?'

"what's your ideal type?" he asks suddenly, voice cracking a little at the end of the sentence.

you snort and nearly blurt out a tart reply before noticing he's not teasing you. his blush had spread across his cheeks as he stared down at his hands bashfully. you blink, confused at this awkward vibe he's been channelling since earlier. you clear your throat attempting to think of an answer.

"well.. i mean, i don't have a fixed type. i guess it depends on the person. and i don't *like* sung hanbin," you say, attempting not to make a sarcastic remark. 'i just think he's handsome. like literally everyone else at school.'

"so you do like him?"

"oh my god, gunwook, i just said no. why does it even matter anyway? do *you* like me?" you say, exasperated.

his pupils waver as he stops sharpening the pencil for a second. he swallows.

"and what if i did?"

"i'd throw myself off the roof,” unable to hold in the sarcastic reply this time. what was he even getting at?

he places the tools down, his eyes finally breaking away from the pencil and gazing at yours.

"am i really that bad to you?" he asks, pupils wavering in his big brown eyes.

you're so caught off guard by his docility that you just blurt whatever comes to mind.

"i-i mean, i didn't mean it that way. you make me laugh, and you're smart, and you are tall like you said.. but you're always teasing me so i never thought of you that way.."

gunwook begins to take slow steps towards you, visage illuminated by the sunset.

"do you know why i always tease you?"

you blink, confused. "because you want a reaction?"

"because i want your attention. i want you to notice me, to look at me. i like your laugh, and your expression when i annoy you, and everything about you makes me want to carry on making you notice me. you’re always on my mind."

somewhere through his monologue your heart had started beating so hard you could almost see the pulsations through your white shirt. your pupils waver as you look at him.

"do you understand what im saying?" he asks.

"gunwook, i..." you say, voice coming out in a whisper.

"i like you."

your heart almost stops beating. now standing before you as you perched on the desk so you had to crane your neck up slightly to meet his shining eyes. he swallows as he gazes into your eyes, expression soft.

and in the golden glow of sunlight, you notice for the first time that he is beautiful. the sun illuminates his eyes the shade of honey, his jet black hair moving gently over his dark brows from the balmy wind breezing through the classrooms. and he really was so tall. tall, with wide shoulders and big hands that would give the warmest safest hugs…

he gently places a large hand on the small of your back, the distance between you even smaller now. the sound of a nearby wind-chime rings softly from the window as you look up into his eyes, your gaze travelling down to his lips.

and he kisses you. gently, sweetly, the rashness that you knew him for distant. his touch is delicate, the temperature of his warm hand on your back relaxing you into his embrace. his full lips are soft and warm against yours. he cups your face with his other hand, thumb brushing over your cheek. you lock your hands around his neck, melting into his touch.

his lips part and move in time with your own, allowing you to deepen the kiss. in that moment, your heart feels full and warm in his gentle embrace. both your hearts beat wildly as you slowly retract, hearing the quiet sound of each other's rugged breaths. your lips tingle with the lingering sensation of his lips on yours, your eyes remaining on his as you stare at his face inches from you.

his skin golden from the sunlight, rosy cheeks glowing, you suddenly feel the urge to touch his soft skin. you brush a finger along his smooth cheek, feeling the heat of his skin from the blush. he smiles as he looks into your eyes, and you notice something for the first time: a faint dimple on his right cheek. the very smile that you had always found so annoying, you had suddenly become fond of at the sight of it.

“i never noticed you had a dimple there before,” you whisper, caressing his cheek.

“look at me more from now on. i’ll smile lots for you,” he replies, taking your hand and leaving a gentle kiss on your knuckle.

the sound of the wind-chime harmonises with the laughter you share, dust particles floating and shimmering in the air under the golden sunset.

[fishsticksloser]

Hi! Could I request Donnie x gn reader (or female, whatever is more comfortable with you)

Okay so- it was normal day in the lair and Donnie just ran into common room to rumble about his newest invention/project.

After a couple of minutes he noticed that noone was listening to him, everyone ignored his monologue. He went quiet but as soon as he did so, he Heard "will you continue or..?" It was ofc reader. They were so interested and amazed by his imagination that they couldn’t stop listening to him!

After awhile, when he was done with his speech, reader and April had to go, bc you know, school and stuff. BUT before they did, reader remembered something, they came up to Donnie and gave him some materials he said he needed the previous week "OH! I almost forgot! You were rumbling about missing parts to your projects, and how you didn’t have luck nor time to find and get them, so i just thought im gonna get them for you…here!” And donnie just stares at reader with this shining eyes and slight blush

Hope it’s okay <333

Crush

Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst (purely Donnie's feelings nothing bad!), siblings suck, kinda short

A/N: Yes! Cute! Need!

Previous | Next

Donnie was used to being ignored. Truly he was. Still he would often talk about what he was working on to possibly find a solution to an issue, even if no one was listening.

So here he sat, in the living room with everyone else, yapping away about all the modifications he made on the Turtle Tank. Everyone else was doing something. Leo was reading a comic, Mikey was drawing, Splinter was watching tv, while Raph, April, and Casey all played a game. Donnie was tired of no one paying attention so he just stopped talking. No one moved.

"Are you gonna keep going?" He hears you ask. He turned to his right, seeing you sitting on the chair next to the couch. Donnie didn't even remember you coming in. He smiled slightly and continued his rambling, directing it at just you now. Of course he was making it sound so much cooler than it was... This is Donnie after all.

After a few hours of talking about his inventions, April tapped you and said it was time to go. Donnie was a little disappointed, he was finally excited to talk about an invention. He deflated a little, watching you leave. But suddenly you come running back in.

"Oh! Um... You mentioned last week that you were having trouble finding some parts and..." Donnie watched as you opened your back pack and handed him a few of the parts he'd been searching for. "I... I had some extra time and found them for you."

Donnie's cheeks heated up as he watched you run off. He was blushing? Impossible, Donnie doesn't blush. Still the fact that you went out of your way to find the parts he couldn't get his hands on made his heart race a bit.

"Ooooo! Donnie has a crush!" He heard Leo and Mikey laugh and nudge him as they walk by.

Crush? Donnie? Please, that's simply imaginary. Donnie doesn't do crushes.

"And someone's got a crush on Donnie." Raph chuckles, patting Donnie's back as he makes his way to his room.

A crush? You have a crush on Donnie? Why would anyone have a crush on Donnie? Now that's a tall tale, much like dragons but not Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, or Pizzasaurus.

He shakes his head, not wanting to believe it. He stands up and walks to his room, trying to think of other possible solutions. Why would anyone like him? He's a freak. Not even his brothers like listening to his ramblings.

Then Donnie comes to the same conclusion as Mikey and Leo. He has a crush on you, but that doesn't explain your actions towards him... No. He still doesn't believe it.

He refuses.

[the-winter-spider]

But Daddy I Love Him: Pt 3 | B.Barnes

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Angst, intimacy (I dont write smut but its insinuated) 

A/N: If it wasn’t obvious But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift inspired this, im so excited i have a whole story line planned which i usually just go with the flow lol

Masterlist

Part One, Part Two

—-

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Your breath hitched, and for a moment, everything around you blurred. You hadn’t seen your brother in years. He wasn’t a bad person—quite the opposite.

Howard was everything your father had wanted you to be: successful, brilliant, focused. The two of you had once been close, but as Howard became more engrossed in his inventions and adventures, he drifted away, no longer caring about your opinions or ideas.

When he finally left home, that was it. You doubted he even knew about the dates and the almost-arranged marriages your father had tried to push on you. The memories flooded back, suffocating you, and the room suddenly felt too small.

Bucky’s hand tightened on your knee, grounding you, pulling you back from the edge. But even his touch couldn’t stop the cold dread that began to seep into your bones.

“Why?” you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible, laced with an edge of fear.

Steve hesitated, his eyes filled with sympathy. “He’s looking for you, Y/N. He knows where you are... He said your father knows, too.”

A shiver ran down your spine as your worst fear materialized. The life you so desperately wanted, the safety you’d found in Bucky’s arms—it all felt like it was slipping away.

Bucky’s voice cut through the haze, low and dangerous. “He’s not coming near her. Not now, not ever.”

Steve shifted uncomfortably. “He said he just wanted to talk, Y/N. Howard, not your father.”

Your heart pounded as you tried to process the news. You knew Howard would never set you up. He wouldn’t have any idea about what had transpired between you and your father recently, let alone the violence that followed. You were almost able to forget about it yourself if it weren’t for the way Steve’s eyes kept drifting to your cheek.

“Doll?” Bucky’s voice was softer now, his hand warm and reassuring on your knee. “What do you wanna do?”

You swallowed hard, trying to calm the storm raging inside you. “Howie would never set me up,” you said quietly, more to reassure yourself than anyone else. “Did he say if he was coming back?”

Steve nodded. “He said he had to head into work but planned on coming back around dinner time.”

The room felt heavy with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on you. You could see the concern etched into Bucky’s features, the protective edge sharpening in his eyes. You wanted to believe that this was just a misunderstanding, that Howard was reaching out with good intentions, but the shadow of your father loomed too large.

Dinner time. You had a few hours, but what would you say to him? Would he understand the choices you made, or would he try to pull you back into the life you’d fought so hard to escape? The uncertainty gnawed at you, the fear of what was to come clawing at your chest.

Bucky’s grip tightened on your knee, pulling you back to the present. “Whatever happens, I’m here, okay? You’re not facing this alone.”

You nodded, trying to draw strength from his presence, but the unease lingered. No matter what happened tonight, you knew things were about to change—and there was no going back.

—

Hours later, a knock finally came at the door, snapping you out of your thoughts. You shot up from the couch, your heart racing, but when you didn’t move, Steve glanced at you. “Do you want me to…?” he trailed off, gesturing to the door. You nodded frantically, unable to find your voice.

As Steve went to answer the door, you started pacing, anxiety gnawing at your insides. It had been weeks since you last saw him—since everything fell apart. When Howard finally walked in, his face lit up with that same boyish grin he always had. “There she is,” he beamed, his voice as joyful as if nothing were wrong.

You forced a small wave. “Hi.”

He took three big strides and pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly. It took you a moment to respond, your arms slowly patting his back, still feeling awkward and unsure. When he finally pulled back, he took a long look at you, and you could see the recognition flicker in his eyes. It had been too long since he really looked at you—since he really saw you. And though you tried to cover the bruise on your cheek, it was clear he noticed.

His eyes darkened as they dropped to your cheek. “What happened?”

You ignored the question, pulling away to sit on the couch. “What do you want, Howard?”

He placed a hand on his chest, feigning offence. “I can’t come visit my favourite sister?” He took a seat on the armchair across from you.

“I’m your only sister,” you scoffed, the tension thick between you.

“Exactly,” he replied with a small smile, but it quickly faded. “But I wish I were here under better circumstances. I know I haven’t been the best brother, but I want to be—if you’ll let me.”

You studied him, searching for the sincerity in his eyes. Howard wasn’t malicious; he was kind but stubborn, loyal to a fault, arrogant, and stupidly smart—all the things that made a Stark, a Stark.

“Did you know?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Know what?” he replied, his tone guarded.

You rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Don’t act dumb, it doesn’t suit you.”

His shoulders slumped, the guilt evident in his expression. “I heard rumours from friends—that he was trying to marry you off to some douchebag with money and a name.”

“Then why didn’t you do anything? You’re my big brother—you’re supposed to protect me!” Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice breaking as you stood up. “This isn’t the 1800s! I should be able to marry someone I love… someone who loves me!”

You glanced over at Steve, who was standing off to the side, leaning against the wall. “Bucky… he should be back by now, Steve.”

Steve nodded, understanding the unspoken request. “I’ll go see if I can find him, maybe he needs help with the bags?” he offered, though you both knew it was just an excuse to give you a moment alone with your brother. The door clicked shut behind him.

Your eyes darted back to Howard, determination burning within you. “I’m getting married to Bucky. I’m marrying him, Howard, and no one is going to stop me.”

Howard nodded slowly, his expression serious. “He’s going to try, darling. You know he will…” His voice trailed off, his gaze lingering on your bruised cheek. “Who did that? Don’t lie to me.”

“Who do you think?” you replied bitterly.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Father,” you said, the word heavy with pain.

Howard’s jaw clenched, his face hardening with anger as the confirmation settled in. You sighed, deflating as you sank back onto the couch.

“Do you love him?” Howard asked softly.

“With all my heart, Howie,” you whispered, the old nickname slipping out.

Howard’s exterior softened, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Does he love you?” he asked, his voice gentler now.

Your eyes sparkled with emotion as you nodded. “He does.”

“Okay,” Howard sighed, standing up.

“Okay, what?” you asked, confused.

“Okay, you’re going to marry him.”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“What did you expect? Me to kidnap you and drag you back to Dad? You’re a big girl, a smart girl—you’re a Stark, for Christ’s sake. If you love him and he loves you, then it sounds like a pretty great idea to me, And you know I love great ideas.”

A wide smile broke across your face as you jumped up and threw your arms around him, whispering, “I always knew you were my favourite brother.”

Just then, the door burst open, and both of you turned to see a dishevelled Bucky standing there, brown paper bags dropped to the floor, his forehead creased with worry. Howard set you down gently, his eyes moving between Bucky and you. He smiled, the tension easing from his features. “You’re right,” Howard said softly. “He does love you.”

Bucky’s eyes darted between you and Howard, clearly trying to assess the situation. He stepped forward cautiously, his gaze lingering on your brother before finally settling on you. “Everything okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

You nodded, still holding onto Howard’s arm. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

Howard cleared his throat, drawing Bucky’s attention. “So, you’re the man who’s swept my sister off her feet,” he said, a hint of teasing in his tone, though his eyes were sharp, evaluating.

Bucky straightened, squaring his shoulders as he met Howard’s gaze. “I am,” he said firmly, without hesitation. “And I intend to keep her safe and happy—no matter what.”

Howard studied Bucky for a moment longer before nodding approvingly. “Good. Because if you don’t, you’ll have me to answer to.”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

There was a brief pause, a charged silence where the unspoken threats and promises hung in the air. Then, Howard broke the tension with a chuckle, clapping Bucky on the shoulder. “Alright, alright, let’s not make this too dramatic. We’re all family here, right?”

You smiled, relieved that the tension was easing. “Right.”

Howard glanced back at you, his expression softening. “You know, I’m really proud of you, Y/N. You’ve always been strong, but standing up to Father like this… it takes guts.”

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you blinked back the tears threatening to spill. “Thanks, Howie..That means a lot.”

Bucky moved closer, slipping his arm around your waist and drawing you into his side. “You’re not alone in this anymore,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll face whatever comes together.”

Howard watched the two of you with a thoughtful expression before nodding slowly. “Well, then,” he said, clapping his hands together, “I guess we have a wedding to plan.”

You laughed, feeling the weight of the past few days finally lifting. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

For a moment, it felt like everything was falling into place. But deep down, you knew that your father wouldn’t let this go so easily. There was still a storm brewing on the horizon, and you could only hope that, together, you and Bucky could weather it.

——-

You got dressed in the same dress you had worn since Friday. It was now Sunday, and you were just thankful that Bucky, your future husband, had been kind enough to wash it for you so you could finally leave the house after 36 hours.

“Good morning,” Steve’s voice boomed from the kitchen. “Coffee?” he asked, stretching out his arm to offer you a mug already filled.

You smiled gratefully as you took it. “This is why you’re my best friend, Steve.”

He laughed. “Happy to be of service. So, what’s the plan for today? Where are you headed?”

“Well, I know Bucky always spends Sunday afternoons with Becca, and he’s already done so much for me. I couldn’t ask him to bail on his sister. But it’s Sunday, and my father won’t be home, so I need to get some of my stuff before he completely cuts me off.”

“You were planning on going by yourself?”

“Well, yes.” You paused, taking a sip of your coffee.

Steve sighed, setting down his own mug before grabbing his keys. “Let’s go,” he said, gesturing to the door.

“W-what?” you stammered.

He gave you a half-smile. “You really thought I’d just let you go alone? Come on, you know me better than that.”

As you stood there, coffee in hand, Steve’s offer hung in the air. The thought of going back to that house alone had been gnawing at you all morning, but now, with Steve by your side, it felt a little less daunting.

“Steve, you don’t have to do this,” you said, though the relief in your voice was unmistakable.

Steve just shook his head with a grin. “I know I don’t have to. But we’re friends, and friends don’t let friends walk into enemy territory alone.”

You chuckled, but the anxiety still gnawed at you. “It’s not enemy territory. It’s… it’s just home.”

Steve’s expression softened. “Maybe, But it’s still not a place you should have to go alone…Especially not now.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a little more grounded with Steve’s steady presence beside you. “Okay… Thank you, Steve, Really.”

“Anytime,” he replied, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now, let’s get this over with so you can relax for the rest of the day…. and before Bucky gets home”

As you both headed toward the door, the weight of the situation pressed down on you. The idea of facing that house, of walking through those familiar halls and confronting the memories that still haunted them, made your heart race. But Steve was right there, offering you a lifeline, and you knew you could trust him to have your back.

The drive to your father’s house was filled with tense silence. Steve didn’t push you to talk, and you were grateful for that. You needed to steel yourself for what was to come, and talking about it wouldn’t help.

When you finally arrived, the sight of the house brought a lump to your throat. It looked exactly the same—cold, imposing, and filled with a thousand memories you wished you could forget.

Steve turned off the engine and looked over at you. “You ready?”

You nodded, even though you didn’t feel ready at all. “Let’s do this.”

Together, you walked up to the front door. Your hand trembled as you reached for the doorknob, but Steve’s presence beside you gave you the strength to turn it.

The house was eerily quiet, just as you’d expected. Your father was out, and the staff was likely on their day off. Still, the silence felt suffocating.

You made your way to your room, the one place in the house that had ever felt like yours. Steve stayed close, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if he expected trouble to leap out at any moment.

As you packed your things, the memories flooded back—of arguments, of the pressure to be someone you weren’t, of your father’s expectations crushing down on you. The air felt heavy with the weight of it all.

Steve’s voice cut through the fog. “You don’t have to take everything today, Just the essentials. We can always come back later.”

You nodded, grabbing a few more things and stuffing them into your bag. “You’re right. I just… I need to get out of here.”

Once you were done, you turned to leave, but something made you pause. You glanced around the room, knowing it would be the last time you’d see it like this.

“You okay?” Steve asked, noticing your hesitation.

“Yeah,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. “I’m okay.”

As you both walked back to the car, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were leaving more than just a house behind. You were leaving behind a life that had never really been yours.

When you got back in the car, Steve turned to you, his eyes filled with understanding. “You did good, Y/N. And you don’t have to go through this alone.”

You gave him a small smile, feeling a little lighter now that it was over. “Thanks, Steve. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He chuckled as he started the car. “Lucky for you, you don’t have to find out.”

As you drove away, the weight on your chest began to lift. The future still felt uncertain, but at least now, you knew you had people in your corner. People who cared. And that made all the difference.

When you and Steve returned to the apartment, you were met with a silence that felt unusually heavy. You hadn’t expected Bucky to be home yet, so when you stepped inside and found him sitting on the couch, his head in his hands, you froze.

He looked up as soon as the door creaked open, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of relief and anger that made your heart skip a beat. Steve quietly slipped out, sensing the tension thickening in the room.

“Where were you?” Bucky’s voice was low, but the edge in it was unmistakable.

You swallowed, stepping further into the room. “I went back to my father’s house to get some of my things, Steve came with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice wavered, betraying the hurt beneath the surface “Why didn’t you ask me to come with you?”

“I didn’t want to bother you, Bucky. You were with Becca, and you’ve done so much already—”

“Bother me?” He cut you off, standing up, his fists clenched at his sides. “I’m your fiancé, Y/N. You don’t ‘bother’ me by letting me protect you, by letting me be there for you.”

“Bucky, I didn’t want to pull you away from your family. I thought I could handle it, I know we should have left a note but I had Steve with me, I’m fine…”

“Fine?” He scoffed, running a hand through his hair, pacing the room. “When I got home and you weren’t here, I thought—” He stopped, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the thought. “I didn’t know where you were, Doll. All I could think about was what could’ve happened to you, especially after everything with your father.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t realised just how much your decision would affect him “Bucky, I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t,” he snapped, his voice rising. “You didn’t think about what it would do to me, coming back here and finding you gone... I was terrified, Terrified that something happened to you and I wasn’t there to stop it.”

His voice cracked, and you noticed his hands trembling. You had never seen him like this, so vulnerable, so afraid. Tears welled in his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away, as if trying to maintain his composure.

“Buck…” You stepped closer, reaching out to him, but he flinched, taking a step back.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to feel so helpless?” His voice was barely above a whisper now, thick with emotion. “I thought I’d lost you. I’ve lost so much already, sweetheart…I can’t lose you too.”

Your own tears started to fall as the weight of his words sank in. “I’m sorry, Bucky. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… I didn’t want you to worry.”

His shoulders slumped, and finally, he let you close the distance between you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly as he buried his face in your shoulder. His body shook with silent sobs, and you felt your heart break for him.

“I’m here,” you whispered, your hand running through his hair. “I’m here, Bucky. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his own red-rimmed and glassy. “Don’t ever do that again, Y/N. Don’t ever leave without telling me, I need to know you’re safe.”

“I won’t,” you vowed, cupping his face in your hands. “I won’t. I promise.”

Bucky nodded, leaning into your touch as he took a shaky breath. “I love you,” he murmured, the words raw and vulnerable.

“I love you too, Bucky. So much.”

You stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, both of you needing the reassurance that the other was still there. Slowly, the tension began to ease, replaced by a sense of calm that only came from knowing you were safe, together, and finally understanding just how much you meant to each other.

You looked up, your eyes locked with his. Bucky's blue eyes were filled with so much emotion, speaking volumes without uttering a single word. You could see the love, the relief, the longing-they were all there, reflecting everything you felt inside. Your hands slid up from his waist, tracing the contours of his body until they rested on his broad chest. Then, almost instinctively, you wrapped them around the back of his neck, your fingers weaving into the soft strands of his hair.

Bucky's hand caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly against your skin before he let it drift down to your jaw. He guided you closer, his touch gentle yet firm, until your lips finally met. The kiss was slow at first, but the desperation to be closer, to melt into each other, quickly took over. Your breathing quickened, mingling with his as the kiss deepened, growing more urgent.

His arms slid down your sides, finding their way to the back of your legs. You gasped against his lips as his hands trailed down, sending shivers through you. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky effortlessly scooped you up, holding you securely against his chest. The world around you disappeared; it was just the two of you, nothing else mattered.

You began kissing down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, revelling in the low, throaty moan that escaped him. It spurred you on, your lips moving with more fervour. Bucky's breath hitched as he stumbled slightly, his desire for you nearly overwhelming his usually steady demeanour. But he didn't stop-he couldn't.

When he finally reached the bedroom, he laid you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your hips as if reluctant to let go.

Your eyes met again, and for a brief moment, time stood still. There was no rush, no fear— just the two of you, suspended in a moment of pure connection.

Bucky knelt on the bed beside you, his eyes dark with desire but softened by the tenderness he always reserved for you.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice husky, full of need but laced with concern. He always made sure, always put you first.

Your heart swelled at his consideration, and you nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm sure, Buck. I want this..., want you."

The words hung in the air between you, thick with promise and love. Bucky leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his lips hovering just above yours as he exhaled shakily.

"I love you," he murmured, each word filled with unspoken vows.

"I love you too," you replied, pulling him down for another kiss, softer this time, more deliberate.

This time, as his lips met yours, the world fell away completely. There was no past, no future, just this moment, just the two of you, together — exactly where you were meant to be.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

HELLO hi im new here but. the. the concept of combining prompt number 11 with the idea of Furina having the hiccups and desperately trying to cover it up has me losing my MIND

“You’re so red, are you okay?”

Characters: Furina x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Sorry it took me so long, I'm currently trying to get out of a writers block I've had for the past few weeks, so there might be a few more uploads in the next few days or nothing once again.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Furina

Today was supposed to be the day, everything down to the most minute detail planned out long before you even received the invitation. From the decorations of the room, the food and drinks Furina had asked her chef to prepare and her outfit, to the conversation topics she picked out specifically to impress you, having done her share of all-nighters filled with enough research to write a whole book about each and every one of them.

So when she started hiccuping only a few minutes into your little tea party, having answered one of your questions too eagerly while still having remnants of a small piece of cake in her mouth, the Archon wasn’t sure if she felt like screaming her frustrations out of the window or wanted to disintegrated into a puddle of water, yet, stuck with neither option, all that was left for her to do was try and keep shut until it finally stopped and draw as little attention to it as humanly- well… archonly possible.

If you had been paying any less attention to how great the food and drinks were and took a closer look at the person sitting opposite of you, you might have easily noticed how nervous she seemed all of a sudden, the sound of her voice talking about whatever subject you touched on growing much rarer. And yet, you chalked it up to her simply enjoying her food as well, not paying any mind to it before digging into the cake in front of you once again.

Or at least you were until the silence that had engulfed the room was suddenly interrupted by a… weird sound, there one moment before being gone almost instantly, only to pop up again and again, slowly drawing your attention to Furina as a curious look made its way onto your face.

“Did you hear that as well?”, you asked, expecting the Archon to give her usual confident sounding answer, one that would seem far-fetched but somewhat realistic enough to explain it all. Only for her to greet your question by visibly shrinking into her seat, embarrassment washing over her face as her cheeks grew redder and redder with each inch she shrank, before suddenly jerking her shoulders up for a split second as the same sound rang out through the room once more.

“N-no…?”, Furina managed to respond eventually, her answer sounding almost more like a question than yours while failing to look you in the eyes for even a second.

Once again silence swept over the room, neither of you daring to speak up again for a few seconds causing the sporadic sounds to be even more noticeable and considering how Furina tried covering her mouth and how the sudden jerks of her chest matched the times the sound appeared you slowly got an idea what you were dealing with. However, theory could only take you so far, and so you decided to test your hypothesis almost instantly.

“You’re so red, are you okay?” The moment you rose from your seat and leaned over the table, moving closer to Furina before almost pressing the back of your hand against her forehead, only for her to almost jump up from her seat, dodging your hand as if her life depended on it.

“What are you doing- DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”, she practically screamed at you, causing you to stop in your tracks, her face somehow growing even redder than before as a feeling of shame washed over her.

“Is it gone now?”, you eventually asked, the crypticness of your question being obvious by the puzzled look you received at first, only for the lack of Furina’s hiccups to quickly dawn on her, causing a relieved look to sweep over her face… one that got quickly replaced by one of panic as she realized it meant all her attempts to hide it were futile.

“So you noticed…”, Furina stated, her nervousness causing her words to come out an octave higher.

“Noticed what?”, you played dumb, tilting your head ever so slightly before finally sitting down once again, the confusion on your Archon’s face quickly being washed away as a small expression of gratitude peaked its head.

“Do you wish for another cup of tea?”, Furina finally returned to her previous tone, both of you deciding to ignore that little incident and simply enjoy the rest of your time together.

[nastyburger]

Please say more about the awful Asian designs in Danny Phantom. I'm not Asian but I'd love to have a rundown on the elements that make them offensive so I can avoid and critique those elements in other works. And also you deserve to speak your mind about it

im gonna mostly talk about southeast asian designs since thats what i am and the most familiar with and also what i feel are the show's worst transgression with their casual depictions. tw for racist imagery im gonna link pictures.

there's not much to say about the designs aside from, you know, everything but things to note are the unnatural yellow tone for the skin and closed slanted eyes. veggie burger (fan name for the bg character in the middle) also suffers from the huge nose that sometimes shows up in racist depictions. the straight edge/cut hair as well is somewhat stereotypical. this one isn't as bad but in conjunction with everything else its not ideal. i will give the smallest molecule of credit that at the very least dp never gave any of these bg characters buck teeth.

some depictions are better than others, but theres still missteps happening in one aspect or another. kwan's eyes in a lot of shots/episodes can be too skinny and even too slanted, the girl in the middle is almost perfect but her skin is too yellow (she looks kinda okay on my computer screen but i remember when watching dp on my tv she looked real brightly yellow), and principle ishiyama (who was weirdly forgotten about pretty early on in the show and was replaced by lancer doing most of the school stuff despite not being principle?? which is a whole other issue with how dp treats its poc characters) the same usual notes about the slanted eyes but also the upturned nose is pretty reminiscent of racist japanese art during ww2. again it is not the worst way to draw a nose but combined with everything else in this show's depiction of asian characters its not great, they are on thin ice man.

not to mention, principle ishiyama is the only character here with brown eyes. this is a problem that extends to all poc characters in dp and to my knowledge i think ishiyama might be the only one with them tbh. this is, again, a whole other issue though.

i think the thing that bothers me most about these designs though is that dp is very clearly aware that these depictions are bad. the only difference between the first set of characters and the second is one singular thing: they have a clear speaking role.

suddenly when theyre not stock background characters, dp knows how to act when drawing them. i cannot for the life of me find the image of it, but the last jock guy in the first set gets a speaking role in reign storm (he's cosplaying phantom) and he is drawn with proper open eyes! (theyre also blue but whatever) it just makes me sad that this was a clear choice they made.

the show also went in a different direction in the final product, but early development stuff was really drawing from a lot of japanese/asian influences like danny was originally gonna have a motorcycle (pulling from ghost in the shell) and was even referenced in the show via the akira motorcycle reference (which i once again, for the life of me, cannot find. danny took johnny 13's motorcycle and did the classic akira slide i think it was in million dollar ghost?? idk whichever one where the giw are trying to blow up the ghost zone). danny's name was originally gonna be jackie, named after jackie chan, this i assume was given to jack fenton afterwards. and i think the show having a more martial arts direction with the action was also gonna be a thing? that one could be wrong dont quote me on that, there was an episode where danny and vlad have like a weird ninja fight though im pretty sure.

either way my point here is that they wanted to pull from all these influences and it was prominent enough during development that they sprinkle references to it throughout the show and yet their portrayal and treatment of asian characters in the show is so abysmal it just feels Bad™, you know? i cant really put it more eloquently than that, like its very take and no give with it.

it overall just puts a bad taste in my mouth, and its sad that it still affects people years later. like i mentioned in the tags of the post that started this discussion with that whole old trend of putting yourself into the bg of dp screenshots, i felt alienated by that. and its not the people who participated's fault obviously but most of the people i saw participating were white fans (going off of how they drew themselves) and it made me a bit mad that they were able to enjoy the style of the show in a more carefree manner than i ever could. i didnt want to ruin anyone's fun obviously, but a small part of me wanted to bring to light how i wasnt on equal ground with them in that situation.

[cannikii]

Piercing

Ais x Reader

REQUESTS OPEN !

notes: ais x reader, hes a flirt, tongue piercing, not proof read so if u see a spelling mistake CLOSE UR EYES!!, also its short, sorrryy..

“gonna have to stop all that squirming, sparrow. hold still.” ais hums, two of his large fingers are pinched around your tongue that sticks out of your mouth. you try to keep still, but hey, you cant help it! you’re nervous!

he fiddles with the long needle in his opposite hand, looking at you. “im gonna give you a countdown, hm? maybe it’ll stop you from crying.”

“im not gonna cry!” its hard to understand your voice as he holds your tongue out of your own mouth.

he laughs, “sure, okay. lets see. now, take a deep breath.”

the needle is directed above your tongue, and he notices the way you stare at it in nervous anticipation.

“hey. don’t stare at it, that’ll just make it hurt worse. just watch me, sparrow.” he grins, his red eyes locking with yours. and honestly, its hard to even look away.

and suddenly, the needle is through your tongue, and ais quickly grabs a piercing. “take a deep breath again. you’re doing perfect…” he hums, pushing the piercing into place. he lets go of your tongue, this time grabbing your draw as he turns your head, examing his piercing job.

“huh!” he has a proud, cocky grin. “i did pretty damn well.”

“where was my countdown?!”

“ah..” he laughs as he looks at you. “sorry. must’ve slipped my mind. i was too busy thinking about how fucking good you were gonna look with that piercing in.” his sudden words cause a flash of warmth to rise to your face, which he laughs at the sight.

“it’s not gonna be as hot when it swells up, though.” he teases, which causes your warmth in your face to disappear quickly, replaced by a glare. ais laughs, “it’ll be cute, though, sparrow. don’t make that face at me. i’ll take care of you.”

“…whatever.” you huff.

ais grins. “hey, don’t be so sassy. you’re lucky i didn’t fuck up my piercing, aren’t you? say thank you, ais.”

at first you give him a scowl, but then you fold your arms, a blush creeping onto your face.

“…thank you, ais.”

he looks satisfied, chuckling slightly before he hums. his head is rested in his hand as he looks at you.

“your welcome, princess.”

[beamtori]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

implied fwb!ji changmin x afab!reader

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), piv sex, porn w/o plot, switch dynamics but changmin leans dom, so much dirty talk 💀, biting hard enough to draw blood, edging, kissing, swearing, overstimulation (f. receiving), fingering/cumplay, pet names (baby, sweetheart, hot stuff, good girl, etc.), aftercare is dinner lol, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bro), low-key manhandling, it's kinda just... filth tbh (im on my period, sue me), CHANGMINS A LITTLE SHIT

a/n: this is the most self-insert i have ever self-inserted :l if it's awful, blame the brainrot!

"This has got to be a world record."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into his apartment, pointedly ignoring the smug smirk on his face and the arms exposed by sleeves rolled to his shoulders. "Do you want to get laid or not?"

Ji Changmin closed his front door, tongue poking his cheek, but it did nothing to conceal his smile. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "How many red lights did you run?"

Heat rose to your neck and you scowled. "I'm literally going to walk out the door right now."

"Try me, sweetheart."

So maybe you had dropped everything to get here when he sent you that blatantly obvious thirst trap photo, but you were thirsty; what could you say? It was a fucking shame he knew your weakness.

"Aww," he cooed, taking the few steps to meet you. He gently grabbed your chin in one hand and jutted his bottom lip outward. "Don't pout, baby. You know it'll only make me wanna kiss you."

You licked your bottom lip. "I get to draw blood, then we'll call it even."

There was a gleam in his eyes, the one that first got you addicted to falling into this man's bed. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

This was what you meant by drawing blood.

Changmin's moans filled the room, his breathless, desperate "ah, ah, ah"s would engrave themselves into your flesh like you nipped at the skin on his neck. You could taste the iron in your mouth, dark and sticky, red staining your teeth and your lips as you kissed and lapped at the wound. Each bite would bloom his favorite shade of purple by morning. Your forearms braced against the bed sheets on either side of his head, your knees growing sore from the steady rocking of your hips.

Flesh stuck to flesh, his hands grappled at your body to hold on for dear fucking life as you rode his cock and marked his pretty canvas of a body for your own. Sweat glistened, further highlighted by the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand.

"Baby, baby, baby—" he babbled as his hand buried itself in your hair to pull you out from his neck, "—tight. Oh fucking hell, you're tight. C'mere."

He caught your kiss, his blood smearing across his own lips. You licked him clean as always, humming against him as he spoke through the earnestness.

You suddenly pulled away from him and braced your hands on his pecs. The view from this angle was enough to make you clench: Changmin splayed beneath you, lips and neck bruised appropriately, a dazed glaze over his dark eyes, sweat making his skin shine. "Oh, look at you," you purred, giving him an indulgent roll of your hips.

Changmin gritted his teeth, hand clutching your thigh and inching higher. "You don't move, sweetheart, and I'll move for you," he smiled thinly and backed his statement up with a firm spank of your ass.

You lurched forward in surprise; his chuckle filled the room.

"I have power, too, you know."

"Okay, hot stuff," you huffed, brushing your hair from your eyes. "You realize you could have flipped us over a long time ago, right?"

A smirk-like grin curled onto his lips, devilish and enough to make you squeeze around him again. "I know. But you looked like you were having fun up there, princess. Plus, your tits look so good like this."

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a dude."

"Yn, I sent you a thirst trap to get you into bed with me like, an hour ago; now you're calling me a dude?"

You sighed, sitting upright, warming his cock. "True."

"Baby. Sweetcheeks. Apple of my eye—"

"Hm?"

"As much as I love that you're just sitting on my cock like your throne," he drawled, "I wanna make you cum as many times as you ran red lights."

"I didn't run any red lights—"

You squealed, your world twisting and your back hitting the sheets. Changmin grinned from over you, one large hand palming your right boob.

You were breathless. He leaned down to devour your mouth. A trail of spit clung between your lips when he pulled away for a second. "So what you're saying is you want me to edge you?" He husked, tongue swiping along his bottom lip, his eyes shining with a dark glimmer.

Genuine fear spiked through your heart. "Ji Changmin, I swear to god—"

He gave one powerful thrust, and you clung onto him as your swear melted into a whine. "The government name? Only good girls get to cum, Yn-ie. Be a good girl, hm, and moan for me."

You dug your fingernails into his back as he drove his cock into you so hard you could see stars circling. He swallowed all of the pretty, desperate noises coming out of your mouth with his own. You arched your front into him, hips lifting slightly to meet him until his hip bone smashed against you.

"That's it," he grunted, kissing you as your high approached and his thumb grounded into your puffed up clit. "Take my cock so well; fuck—me—"

You were so close, and you nodded to what he said—nodded so desperately as you dragged your nails down his back and chased that high like a fucking dog—

Everything stopped.

"You want dinner?"

He was leaning over you to grab his phone off the nightstand, the light making the sweat dripping down his chest glisten like liquid pearl. His cock was still inside you, but you could feel the impending tightening of your orgasm slowly deflating.

Your blood pressure spiked. "What the fuck, Changmin?"

He tried to hide his smile. Tried. He sat over you as he opened a food delivery app and showed you the screen. "They've got that new Hawaiian restaurant and that fried chicken place you like."

"You are such an asshole." You draped your arm over your eyes, pussy clenching around him as if that alone could get you back to bliss.

You felt him shift, and then he was laughing fondly, removing the arm from over your eyes and pressing kisses to your face. "Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know you were close; just wanted to tease you a little bit."

You glared. "You're fucking evil."

He grinned. "Clearly you like that." He kissed a trail from your nose down to your ear, murmuring, "Like calls to like."

You bit your lip and tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Please, can I cum?" You didn't know where it came from, but you knew he wouldn't resist the pleading, because as he had said, like called to like.

A kiss right below your ear. "Well, aren't you sweet when you're desperate? Whatever you want, baby."

You sighed as he brought his lips back up to yours—thank fuck. One of his hands curled lightly around the side of your neck, the other wrapping around your right thigh to hike your leg up. His cock dragged through you at a slightly different angle, and you squirmed, hands clinging onto his shoulders and back.

"You wanna cum, baby? I'll give you what you want."

He groaned into your neck, teeth nipping at the skin there like he was grounding himself. Cock bullying into you, hand around your neck, the pressure so sweet and delicious. You were going start seeing things, your throat was losing breath as you begged for sweet, sweet fucking mercy.

Changmin suckled on the joint between neck and collarbone. "So good for me, huh?—dropped everything to see me—" He moaned into you, the sound urging you over the edge.

"Changmin," you cried out desperately. Closecloseclose, oh my god, you were close. "Changmin, baby, please. I'm so close—fuck."

Sweat dribbled down the slope of his nose as he hovered over you and continued to fuck you through until you were leaping over that cliff of pleasure—literally throwing yourself—thighs shaking in his grasp. You let out a loud whine when he didn't stop moving inside you; he was still rock hard and he locked your ankles at the base of his back to curve his cock up into you.

You clawed at him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"My good girl can give me another, can't she?" His nose nudged against yours, a sharp contrast to the obscene sound of his balls slapping against your skin and the wet squelches of his thrusts. "Came all this way just for me…"

He brought his hand away from your neck to draw brutal circles around your clit, desperate to feel you clench around him again. His eyebrows creased, coaxing another orgasm out of you as he chased his own.

"Changmin," you stammered.

"Gonna come for me?"

"Yes," your breath came out in a delirious pant, pussy deliciously overstimulated. "Gonna come, gonna come, Changmin."

You were quivering around him again, incoherent thoughts half-babbled and half-moaned. The tension in your belly was mounting faster and faster now, and you could feel Changmin's thrusts getting sloppier. The tension snapped, and you drowned in it. You cried as you clung onto Changmin's form and he stilled, emptying out ropes of warm cum into you and making you squirm again.

As you both came down from your highs, he pressed his lips to the sides of your neck, eyes closed in a blissful daze. "Fuck, I owe you dinner for that. Shit."

You shifted uncomfortably as he slowly pulled out of you. "I did bite a chunk out of your neck," you exhaled. Both yours and his eyes wandered down to where your bodies met, your folds a mess of your combined fluids.

You saw him lick his lips, eyes glued to your cunt. "Earth to Changmin," you chuckled, poking his dimple.

His eyes shot to you for a moment before he was dipping his finger into the mess, swirling the cum around and pushing it back into you.

You mewled. "Dude," you shivered as the girth of his fingers filled you.

"You did not just call me dude when I'm pushing my cum back inside you," he grinned, crawling back over you and sealing off any chance at a response by kissing you. Your hips pushed into his hand, grinding against his finger. "Mmh, greedy."

You playfully pushed him off you. "Off, Changmin."

He laughed, but obliged, pulling away and helping you sit up. He took his cum-soaked finger and stuck it in his mouth to clean it. "Okay, but for real, do you want dinner?"

You grimaced as you moved yourself onto your knees to shuffle over to him and inspect the nasty little bite you left on him. "Dinner sounds good. Whatever you want." You frowned and gave the blooming bruise an experimental poke.

Changmin hissed low under his breath while he perused the delivery app on his phone. His hair stuck up in weird places and he ran a hand through it. "Whatever I want?"

"I did a number on you," you muttered. "Lemme clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

"It's all good, sweetheart; I got it. Just sit and rest." He shoved his phone into your lap and disappeared into the bathroom before you could object. You found a comfortable position against his headboard and decided on a place you knew the both of you would like.

From the bathroom, you could hear his whistle. "I'm almost sorry I have to cover this one up," he marveled, inspecting the bite mark. "If you hadn't drawn blood, I could leave it out for people to see."

Your heart leapt. "So people know you're sleeping with a vampire?" You joked half-heartedly.

"Well, sure," he mused. But he turned his head to send you a wink. "But also so people know I'm taken."

a/n: the ending is for ME, OKAY? :')))

tbz m.list

[leclerced]

hi sweets! is it okay for me to request a blurb where lando tries to top but a wave of shyness comes over him and the reader has to take over? just thought this would be a bit funny

yes ofc u can darling!! i was cooking dinner n thinking ab this and got an idea where he starts going down on her but doesn't know what to do after that so he just... doesn't stop. so here u go. enjoy. scrappily written while i cooked and ate and now im falling asleep. good night <3

Lando kisses his way down her body, occasionally nipping or sucking at her skin to leave a mark. He stops at her panties and bites down on the lacy waistband, tugging it down. She giggles and lifts her hips, hooking her fingers into the sides and pulling them down to help remove them. Lando drops them on the sheets and falls down between her thighs, hooking an arm around her right thigh and over her hips to hold her down. He blows softly on her dripping cunt, sending a shiver up her spine and drawing a whine from her lips.

Before she can utter a real complaint, his mouth is on her. He laps at her entrance, sucking at the arousal leaking there before he slips two fingers inside. Lando licks his way to her clit, flicking his tongue over it a few times before he begins sucking on it softly. The crude sounds of his fingers fucking her and his mouth sucking at her briefly fill the room before they're overwhelmed by her moans. She curls her fingers in his hair and presses herself closer, whimpering his name.

It's not long before her first orgasm washes over her, and she accidentally pulls out a few of Lando's hair when he doesn't stop and she's too sensitive. He looks up at her with a pout before smashing his lips to her inner thigh, sucking marks into her skin. When he's covered her right thigh in a trail of hickeys down to her knee, he kisses his way back to her pussy. A small noise bubbles up from the back of her throat when his mouth meets her center again, her brain going a little fuzzy with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She lets herself melt back into the bed to the rhythmic licking and sucking on her clit. She starts trying to figure out the symbol or pattern Lando's tongue is tracing into her clit and her second orgasm catches her off guard. It bubbles up when Lando moves his arm to press his palm flat to her lower stomach, and suddenly it's crashing down on her. She spasms underneath his hold, chanting his name. He pulls away from her before it's too much this time, retreating to suck marks into her left thigh while she basks in her orgasm.

When he presses his mouth against her for a third time, she lets out a strangled moan and pulls on his hair. Overstimulation is nice, but she wants to be filled. He can make her come as many times as he'd like if he'd fuck her while doing it. She tugs lightly and whines, "Wanna fuck me, Lan?" He flicks his eyes up at her and hums, shrugging lightly as he swirls his tongue around her clit. "Do you want me to ride you?" His eyes brighten at her question and he kisses his way up her body, murmuring agreements into her skin. She cups his cheeks, they're warm and pink under her touch, and gives him a small kiss before uttering, "Okay, sit back for me. I'll take over."

Lando rolls away from her with a pleased sound and rustles around until he's leaning back into the pillows next to her. Once he settles, she climbs onto his lap. His hands find their way to rest on her thighs, "Thank you. 'M sorry." Lando's voice is low, his gaze soft as he hesitantly rubs his fingers along her skin.

She shakes her head and reaches between her legs to wrap a hand around his cock. "You don't have to apologize, we'll do whatever you want to." A small smile starts to form on her lips, soft and reassuring, but it's broken by a moan as she sinks onto him. She stills when he bottoms out, clenching around the thick girth of him as she adjusts to the intrusion. She brushes his hair back with one hand, admiring how pretty he is when he's looking up at her like this.

[badchoicesworld]

hiii^^ could i request romantic miles x male reader where reader is really shy and quiet (+ has social anxiety if you're okay with writing that)

and (as a result of being quiet) has headphones on 24/7 and draws a lot?

(maybe add a part where he's caught drawing miles! so cliche><)

miles morales w/ an artistic boyfriend riddled with anxieties

sorry to call anyone out in the title, had a giggle about it

im holding this specific anons hand for a minute if they’ll let me, they radiate energy that makes me joyous (hi anon !!!)

established relationship

warnings: none

pairing: miles morales x male!reader

requests: check status on the masterlist

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

ABSOLUTELY RELATES TO YOU

he likes to think that he’s all suave and chill, but everyone knows he’s sheepish when met with certain situations

man can’t take a compliment, he can’t give a compliment, dates make him shake in his boots and having a boyfriend is something that’s entirely over romanticised in his head thanks to media, let’s be honest

social encounters weren’t a massive problem to him though, we’ve all seen how outgoing he is and friendly

plus, he grew up in a community where everyone knew everyone, wether you liked it or not

so he’s the “he asked for no pickles” half while you stand behind him shitting ur pants

he notices how shy you get while you’re out in public in comparison to in private, and he’s okay with that

doesn’t suddenly baby you though, just likes to check in on you every now and again until you’re back home

literally the most discreet “you good?” while stood in line or something

miles can absolutely understand coping with music, he’s the exact same way

you two share some interests, music and art ! it’s cute

he likes to suggest sharing some earphones either out in public or in private, it’s just one of those things that makes you two feel closer (he’s mad sheepish when suggesting it at first, but it eventually becomes one of those silent exchanges if ur cool with sharing) his version of romance

if he sees you with your headphones on, he won’t actively try to talk to you - from personal experience he can understand how stupidly frustrating it feels and wildly overstimulating

unless it’s something important, then he’ll try grab your attention by like tapping your shoulder or smthn,, a lil wave

makes bangin playlists for you, some to share and would be very happy if you did the same

he’s happy to do anything for his boyfriend to make him feel more comfortable in social situations.

you’re quiet, he doesn’t mind it as long as you have some kinda way to communicate with him - your needs and such

hold hands, your hands got stuck together once thanks to his spider-man-ness

if you didn’t know he was spider-man then, that’s how you found out

he’s a massive fan of drawing you and loves to see your own drawings

he’s a huge fan of you guys doing literally anything and catching you drawing with some bizarre medium without fail

caught you drawing him once- and then a lot more times

luckily, you were wearing headphones at that moment, so he got to have a lil victory emote without you noticing before acting like he never saw anything

does a very obvious, obnoxious greeting in the most cheesy way to clearly convey he never saw a thing

if by some unfortunate twist he is caught watching, man panics and is like “Hoh! I- didn’t see you there?? what’chu up to??” play it cool and smile it off miles “Wow that’s- that’s crazy how you.. caught me”

he’s been caught so many times in the past and he knows that internal feeling of dread

YOU BOTH KNOW YOU DRAW EACH OTHER UR NOT SLICK

but anxiety am i right

will not snatch your sketchbook or whatever you draw on suddenly UNLIKE SOMEONE

completely respects your privacy when it comes to your drawings, he can relate too much

that’s not to say that he isn’t curios, he sometimes likes to tease about peaking but never would without permission

if you’re both into graffiti then he’s takes you to insane spots to tag, especially once you find out he’s spiderman

likes to suggest collaborating on pieces all of the time

miles is great anatomy practice, with all his funky spider-man poses

i cant actually imagine he would hide being spider-man from you if you were dating beforehand, it’s a different conversation if it’s a new relationship

but hey, young love, am i right ?

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

[mouwrites]

can i rq the south park main 4 with a reader that drinks a concerning amount of coffee but they don't seem affected by it. and then reader has a caffeine crash and passes out while hanging out w/ them

totally not based on smth that happened to me (im good now tho)

Of course!! So sorry for the wait! also pls stay safe my pumpkin--

South Park - Main Four With a Reader Who Drinks a Lot of Coffee

Stan

I don't think he'd be able to tell that you drink a concerning amount of coffee

He has trouble drawing boundaries between how much is too much when it comes to material goods

(partly because, no matter how hard he tries, he can never quite pin down exactly when his father will get violent when he drinks)

So he doesn't really notice when you're on your third or fourth or tenth cup; nor does he ever wonder if you're having too much

But one day, you're both hanging out, and your usual cup of coffee is absent from the scene

Much like he didn't heed your constant drinking, Stan hadn't noticed that you weren't drinking

So he was super confused when you suddenly seemed super sleepy, your eyes drooping shut

He didn't even get the chance to ask what was wrong before your head slammed into the table

Panicking, he flew out of his seat, sending the chair toppling to the floor

He was at your side in a split second, shaking you and shouting your name

When you finally come to, he lets out a loud sigh of relief

Then he turns to you with tears in his eyes, his voice just as urgent as it was before

"What happened?! You just... passed out! I thought you were dead, Y/n!"

"Uh... I guess I haven't had coffee in a while..."

He just blinks at you

Then, looking around, he finally notices that you don't have any coffee, and he says as much to you

You just laugh, explaining that you hadn't had any all day

He takes this as a cue to go get you some coffee, and he comes back with an okay-ish homemade cup (he's never made coffee before, go easy on him)

From then on he always looks for when you don't have a coffee cup and asks if you need one

He's not very helpful in breaking the habit; from his experiences, he doesn't really believe that such addictive habits can be broken :(

But at least he's helpful in making sure you don't crash again!

Kyle

Your coffee habit was one of the first things Kyle noticed about you

At first he teased you about it, but as you grew closer the teasing turned into genuine berating

He does it out of concern for you, but you wouldn't know this from how harsh he is

Sometimes he'll straight-up steal your cup and dump it out, telling you that you've had enough for the day

But he can't give you a break; one time, when he hadn't seen you take one sip of coffee all day, he was feeling suspicion rather than pride

He kept an eye on you, expecting you to pull out a hidden thermos at any moment or something

He thought you were reaching for this imaginary thermos when you began to slouch down, presumably to reach into your bag

But no. You slumped over, unconscious

It took Kyle a second to realize that you were unconscious and not, in fact, digging around in your bag

He looked around, as if wondering "Is anyone going to help them??"

At length he jumped up to check on you himself

He shook you, hissing your name under his breath, trying not to make a scene

When you finally stirred awake, blubbering semi-coherently, Kyle crossed his arms, hiding how relieved he was

"Did you just have a caffeine crash?"

"Urrg... Maybe...?"

Kyle rolled his eyes, annoyance finally erasing whatever sympathy he might have felt

He tells you for the umpteenth time that you have a serious problem

You just smile innocently, drifting back off to sleep

Kyle shakes you again, taking on the responsibility of keeping you awake for the rest of the day

If anything he just uses this instance against you, constantly reminding you what a problem you have

Cartman

Your coffee drinking is just one of many things that Cartman likes to tease you about

He doesn't actually think it's as serious as he exaggerates it to be in his jokes, but sometimes he does wonder if it is that bad

But he's not a worrier; he usually just forgets those thoughts as quickly as they come

One day, he noticed that you didn't have your usual cup of coffee, and he teased you about it (of course)

"No coffee today, my little addict?"

"Shut up, pug-nose."

As always, Cartman didn't think about it any more after that

So he was quite confused when, later that day, you just passed out

But he suddenly remembered that you hadn't had your usual coffee, and a huge grin spread on his face

He took the opportunity to take pictures of you, testing the limits with what he could get away with

(the worst one he could get was a finger pushing your nose up like a pig)

He plopped down on the couch to edit the pictures and send them to people, but the jostling motion woke you up

Cartman snickered at your confused, drowsy state, and turned his phone around to show you the picture of you with your nose scrunched up

"Now who's the pug-nose? Though I guess you do make a pretty cute pug."

"You are insufferable."

"You love me."

He draped an arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he scrolled through the rest of the pictures he took of you

You made him delete them all, of course

From that day on you made a point to always keep awake around him...

His teasing adopts a more concerned tone, always nagging you about cutting back or getting on "the patch" (does Cartman know anything about caffeine??? absolutely not, methinks)

But he's secretly also waiting for you to crash again; he did quite like that cute pig-nosed picture of you

Kenny

Kenny always assumed that your coffee habit was just a health thing

He wondered if it could really be good for you, but decided not to question it

You seemed healthy enough, after all

I mean, you weren't dying or having heart attacks or anything

To Kenny that is peak health

He actually tries to keep up with your habit because of his (perhaps slightly misguided) assumption

He asks if you need a refill, and though he doesn't really have the money to buy you coffee, he's more than happy to make some at home when you come over

(he may or may not have used this as an excuse to get you to come over at least once)

He was curious when you seemed to be getting increasingly sleepy one day

He was about to ask if you needed any coffee, but you suddenly closed your eyes and slumped over on the ground

Luckily you had both been sitting on his floor, and he scrambled over to your side, putting your head in his lap while he shook you

"Y/n? Y/n?? Are you okay? What's going on?"

The moment you come to, the first thing he asks is if it's your "health thing"

When that clearly just confuses you, he asks if you need coffee

Suddenly understanding what he was saying, you close your eyes to think

"Huh.. Guess I just had a caffeine crash. Maybe some coffee would be good..."

After that day Kenny looked into caffeine and how it relates to health

He realizes that maybe you do have a problem...

From then on he's not so eager to get you a refill of coffee, instead suggesting lower-caffeine tea (which he has to buy himself; his parents only have coffee) or just taking a power-nap

He won't pressure you, but he is pretty concerned about your habit

Thanks so much for your request, sorry again that you had to wait so long!! And thank you for reading, take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)