#wc: 552

[k0juki]

Hi! So I saw you were writing for joost and I was wondering if you can do joost dating fem!reader hc’s and readers a contestant at Eurovision? Maybe if ur comfortable with it can you add some comfort angst?

Jurr♡ I can :)

Dating Joost Klein hc.

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.

Wc: 552

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• You and Joost met in the Netherlands, before he, himself got pretty famous.

• It was fall and you were here because you always wanted to go here, to see all the colors and meet new people.

• As you were mindlessly looking around, you didn't watch where you were going and accidentally bumped into some stranger. Joost.

• You apologized to him and he just laughed, saying it's alright.

• He asked if you wanted to get coffee together as an apology and you immediately agreed.

• And the rest is history, now Joost is your boyfriend of two years and is your biggest cheerleader at Eurovision, he's attending all your rehearsals and performances.

• He's pretty proud because he never missed a single one show.

• And also, he is proud of you, how far you made it.

• He fulfills you with affection and support, whether it's giving you pep talks before going on the stage or holding your hand during nerve-wracking moments.

• He's always here with you.

• Despite his busy schedule, Joost always makes time for you, whether it's planning romantic dates or simply cuddling on the couch after a long day, he cherishes every moment spent together and never fails to make you feel loved and valued.

• Music also is a big part of your relationship with Joost.

• You bond over shared favorite songs and artists, often spending lazy afternoons listening to music together or even writing songs collaboratively.

• He admires your talent and creativity, as you admire his.

• Joost is incredibly proud of your achievements at Eurovision, but he also understands the pressure you're under.

• He's there to comfort you during moments of doubt and anxiety, offering words of encouragement and reassurance when you need them most.

• As the Eurovision competition heats up, tensions run high, you find yourself struggling with self-doubt and anxiety.

• Joost notices the change in your demeanor and becomes increasingly worried about your well-being.

• One night, after a particularly stressful rehearsal, you break down in tears, overwhelmed by the pressure to succeed.

• Joost rushes to your side, wrapping you in his arms and soothing you with gentle words of comfort.

• "Hey, hey love, it's alright, okay? I'm right here."

• He assures you that he's there for you no matter what and that your worth isn't defined by the competition.

• Despite Joost's efforts to comfort you, the anxiety continues to gnaw at you, casting a shadow over your relationship.

• You worry that your insecurities are driving a wedge between you, but Joost refuses to let you push him away.

• No matter what.

• He stands by your side, offering unwavering support and understanding as you navigate the emotional rollercoaster of Eurovision.

• On the night of the final performance, nerves are at an all-time high, but Joost is there to hold your hand and remind you of your strength and talent.

• "it's just a competition love, nothing more." His words calmed you down.

• As you take the stage, he watches with bated breath, his heart swelling with pride as you pour your heart and soul into the performance.

• In the aftermath of Eurovision, you and Joost take time to reflect on the experience and its impact on your relationship.

• Despite the challenges you faced, you emerge stronger and more united than ever, grateful for the love and support that you have from him.

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Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

[rosenclaws]

i saw you talk about riding eddie while he smokes a cigarette and i need you to elaborate with a smutty drabble. (i have watched this movie 5 times this past week for mister alden send HELP)

Hello yes im so sorry this took so long I am here for more eddie content.

wc: 552

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, riding, smoking, one ass slap, creampie

"Eddieee." You whine as he presses sloppy kisses to your neck.

Sucking and biting on the bare skin right in front of him. He's relentless. Wanting, no needing to mark you up as his.

"Hm? What is it baby?" He dips down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. Gently lapping at it with his tongue.

"Fucking tease." You huff as you grind your hips down onto his cock.

Its pure torture. He's got you sitting on his cock. Cooing at you to be patient as he takes his time marking you up. It's not fair. He gets to touch you, please you. Feather light touches that make you shiver. You just want to fuck him or have him fuck you. Either one but he's being a jerk and making you sit on his fat cock.

"Dirty girl." He purrs as he slaps your ass.

"Can't go two seconds without needing to be fucked huh?" He asks with a shit eating grin.

Loving the desperation in your face as you dig your nails into his shoulders. He leans back against the couch. Taking in the perfect image right in front of him. His perfect, pretty girl naked and sat on his cock. Nothing better than this.

He reaches over to the table and grabs his pack of cigarettes. Popping one in his mouth he slowly moves his hips upwards. You sigh happily at the sensation. Feeling his cock stretch your cunt like he always does. So snugly fit. Like it belongs there.

"You wanted it so badly, so work for it." He winks as he holds out his lighter.

"Be a good girl and give me a light." You grab the lighter and take the cigarette out of his mouth. Lighting the cigarette and taking a drag of it yourself. Tossing the lighter to the side you blow the smoke into his face, smirking as his eyes grow darker.

You hand him back the cigarette and place your hands on his shoulders. You moan as you slowly start to move. Savoring every inch as you lift yourself up and then drop down. The tip of his cock burying itself deep inside of you.

Eddie moans as you fuck yourself on him. His hips involuntarily bucking up to meet your thrusts. The smell of cigarette smoke is dizzying as he uses his free hand to guide your hips.

"So fucking hot baby." Eddie tilts his head back as you lean in and kiss his neck.

Hands cupping his face as he digs his heels into the ground and moving his hips at an increasingly brutal pace. He puts the cigarette in the ash tray and grabs your hips with both hands.

"Stay still and let me fuck you." He growls as he pounds his hips into you. You fall into his chest. Face buried in his neck as you try and muffle your cries. He's hammering his cock into you relentlessly, not stopping until you're coming around him.

He drags your hips down as he finishes inside. Sighing as his cum drips out of you. Lazily he reaches for the cigarette and takes another drag. You look up at him with dazed eyes.

Yeah, he's hot as fuck and with the way he's looking at you, you know he knows it.

[gunilslaugh]

Hiiii, I saw that your soft requests are open and I couldn't let it pass without asking for a drabble or something with jooyeon (plus you are a wonderful writer) 🥺

I'm in love with that guy and all I have is Tumblr, soo may I have a text where he's in love with the reader and confesses his feelings.

Love your blog and the things you write, love youuuu

Thank you so much!!! Love you too anon I hope that you enjoy <3

Lee Jooyeon Summary: Jooyeon is hopelessly in love with you. He’s also helpless in how to confess to you. (idol/non-idol au) WC:552 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Jooyeon returns home and faceplants onto the couch. A huge sigh deflates him.

“I take it that means you didn’t confess again,” Seungmin infers, moving Jooyeon’s legs so that he can sit on the couch.

“Why is confessing so hard?” Jooyeon sat up briefly only to flop onto the armrest of the couch. 

“Cause you’re a coward.” Seungmin poked his side. 

“I am not!” Jooyeon refuted. 

“You’ve been in love with them for three years and still haven’t told them.” Seungmin shot Jooyeon a look.

“I know. Stop looking at me like that,” Jooyeon grumbled. 

“Seriously, just tell them,” Seungmin said. 

“Shouldn’t it be special though? Shouldn’t I make some kind of gesture?” Jooyeon gestured with his hands to emphasise his words. 

“The words you’re saying are special Jooyeon and it’s not like a gesture needs to be complicated just get them something they like,” he tells him. Seungmin makes sounds so simply, so why was it so complicated in Jooyeon’s head? However the words “The words you’re saying are special” resonate with Jooyeon. Maybe confessing to you didn’t have to be so hard.

The next afternoon Jooyeon stands in front of your door. Your favorite snack in his hand. Body shaking with nerves as he practices the words in his lead. “I like you.” “I like you.” “I like you.” “I like you.” “I like you.” Did any of those sound right? He didn’t have too much time to think about it because soon enough you’re opening the door, greeting him with a smile. 

“I love you.” That is not what he practiced. He can hear his heart in his ears. He loses his ability to speak and do anything else really. He stands like a deer in the headlights. 

“That’s one way to say hello,” you say with a bit of a chuckle. 

“I-I meant to say I GOT YOUR FAVORITE SNACK HERE BYE!” He frantically shoved the snack over to you before hotly turning on his heels to flee your house.

“Jooyeon hold on, wait!” You called after him. Rushing out of your house and catching him by his arm. “What was that?” you ask, not letting up on your grip on his arm. Jooyeon stares down at where your hand is latched onto him. You’re clearly not letting go anytime soon. He racked his brain for what to say.

“You heard what I said,” he says without looking at you, so you take a few steps where you’re now standing in front of him.

“But I want to hear it again,” you tell him. Jooyeon glaces into your eyes. Those eyes that he fell so hopelessly in love with. 

“I love you.” “I’m in love with you,” he confessed. The grip you have on his arm loosens. Your hand sliding down to hold his. 

“I love you too,” you revealed, giving his hand a squeeze.

“You do?” Jooyeon is ecstatic and relieved to hear that you return his feelings, yet another part of him also can’t seem to believe it. 

“How could I not love a guy who brings me my favorite snack?” you replied playfully. That earns a laugh out of Jooyeon. “Come on, let's go inside.” You lead him inside with your hand holding his. Jooyeon couldn’t be happier as he links your fingers with his.

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[violettduchess]

A/N: My gift for the incredibly talented @dicenete 💜 as part of the excellent @flash-exchange

Prompt: Make It Quiet

Clavis x Reader

WC: 552

“Ah…..there you are. I was just wondering where the brightest jewel in this sea of noble gemstones had ventured off to. I have been speaking to some of our esteemed guests and I’m sure you would have delighted the Azurite prince–”

“You have to come with me.”

He blinks. “Now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my, my lamb seems rather impatient. Don’t you want to have a quick dance? The orchestra is just finished warming up and–”

“C’mon.” You seize his hand, a prisoner held tightly in your satin glove.

“What a delightful turn of events. Are you perhaps hungry -Pardon me, sir- Yves has outdone himself overseeing the food -Excuse me, madame- although it lacks originality if you ask me-…Um…Darling? This is an exit.”

“Exactly. Come along.”

“I see I never knew the true strength of your grip. You are very insistent, my love. My, how dark the hallway is compared to the bright lighting of the ballroom. Are you sure–”

“Just a little further.”

“Your laughter tells me I shouldn’t be so suspicious. What sort of adventure is my sweet one taking me on? I- Wait, why are we stopping? There’s nothing here.”

“Wrong. THIS is here.”

“An alcove? Are you sure, sweetheart? There isn’t even a statue or painting or decorative anything! It’s nothing but darkness.”

“So perceptive. Come closer.”

“Have I mentioned how astoundingly strong your grip–”

“Stop. Talking.”

Shrouded by the shadows of the alcove, you cover his mouth with yours, fingers curled into the soft velvet of his lavender lapel.

Clavis does not speak. He can’t. He is powerless in the face of your radiant desire. All he can do is return your fervent kisses. He wasn’t entirely wrong about your appetite. Each kiss is hungrier than the last. His back is soon pressed against the smooth, cool wall, a startling contrast to the hastening heat of your body which he can feel through your layers of silk and brocade.

You graze the elegant line of his neck with your lips as you speak.

“I saw you talking to all those people-”

“Esteemed guests, my sweet,” he gasps, his hands grasping at the folds of your voluminous gown as if he needs something to hold on to, lest he fall.

“And you looked so…..” You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite, just hard enough for him to inhale sharply. “So at ease, in your element. So collected and calm.” Your hands slide down his sides, slip inside his waistcoat. “I suddenly had the burning desire to see you….unsettled.”

Your hands slide down further, over expensive silk and shiny golden buttons and butter-soft leather and metal buckles.

Is he….trembling?

“I believe,” he says breathlessly, “you are getting what you desire, my darling.”

Your smile is hidden in the darkness but he can taste it on your lips.

“Almost.”

“Ah….my love…..” He is losing this battle, falling backwards off the cliff of reason and hurtling towards the sea of no return. “Anyone….could walk by.”

But you both know his protest is hollow as his hands are already under the heavy folds of your skirts, gripping your thighs, pulling you towards him. 

”Don’t worry, my prince,” you murmur against his ear, a music that rivals the greatest of orchestras. “We’ll make it quiet.”

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[akutasoda]

it’s lowkey been awhile and I haven’t requested for awhile but can you do bsd (Dazai, chuuya, kunikida) with a reader who can just like eat anything and everything? Like bro is a muncher and has a black hole for a tummy

and how have you been?

-🌀 Anon

unwavering appetites

synopsis - how do they react to an s/o that can eat anything and everything anytime

includes - dazai, kunikida, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 552

a/n: hi hi!! it has been a while but as long as you're doing okay!! :)

osamu dazai ★↷

↪rather admittedly, dazai doesn't actually eat anything besides canned crab. sure he may have other things but majority of the time he'd choose canned crab over anything - he doesn't exactly have the biggest appetite either.

↪at first he never really notices, he just assumes that you aren't a picky eater who gets hungry often. it's really none of his business with what you eat or how often you do so, and therefore he can brush it off.

↪ eventually, he really couldn't help but start noticing how you genuinely ate anything and everything. it may not be something which should draw attention, but it certainly was slightly interesting how anything could be seen as food by you.

↪a part of him was slightly impressed that your stomach appeared to not have a limit but sometimes he did wonder if you did have a limit, but he never gave it that much of a thought.

doppo kunikida ★↷

↪kunikida practically relied on habits or schedules and definitely went by his ideals. his meals weren't safe from either of these. he'd always have a set time to eat and it would be a proper meal, balanced - although he could be guilty of sometimes indulging in more than his schedule if it was a special occasion.

↪he did quickly pick up on the fact that you seemingly had an endless stomach. ot would be hard for him to miss the fact that often snacked on something anywhere - kunikida was quite convinced that you were another ranpo, except it wasn't just sweets.

↪he wouldn't exactly care all that much as it certainly wasn't his place to tell you what to do or specifically what to eat and when. but he did just hope that you retained a semblance of balance and just looked after yourself.

↪kunikida did sometimes slightly question what you chose to eat but never said anything. your tastes were clearly different and a lot less picky than his, so he had no right to comment - not that he would anyway.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪chuuya's eating habits weren't exactly regular. sometimes missions or general business in the port mafia kept him busy with little time to take care of his hunger and other times he even indulged in fancy foods or settled for something simple.

↪he never exactly paid attention to your habits, however, it didn't matter to him as long as you were at least taking care of yourself. although it became quite hard not to notice how you practically ate anything and everything, at any time.

↪chuuya wasn't judging in any way shape or form, he was simply quite impressed by the fact that you were the least picky eater probably ever. he did silently question about just how bottomless you're stomach seemed to be, just purely because he swore that it seemed to be endless.

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[fuunhyde]

I took part in fictober this year!

I did most promts up to this day, from the list from @fictober-event <3

I'm ending early this year, so I decided to post a whole list of what I wrote instead of posting everyday up to date hah He're the whole collection:

But if someone prefer's it more specific, here's the list:

1. "Energy Rush" — Traffic Liht Trio — fluffy, silly goofy short — "that was good work" — wc: 587

2. "all that's left is us"—ShadowPeach—bittersweet, light angst and fluff—"it's been a long time" — wc: 1889

3. "Cyan" — ShadowPeach— bittersweet, light angst and hurt/comfort —"I know you better" — wc: 2035

4. "Found, not Funded" — MK, MEI, WUKONG, MACAQUE — some silly goffy short —"no, we're not doing that" — wc: 1303

5. "Sacrivaces and Devotion"— LBD and Mayor — sweet short fluff—"it's a new day, let's go" — wc: 459

6. "how can hands that hurt each other fit so well together?" — ShadowPeach— angst, hurt/comfort —"I'm not giving up" — wc: 1863

7. "Univited" — SpicyNoodles — short fluff —"follow me if you want to live" — wc: 810

8. "Winds of the Past" — Macaque-centric, slight shadowpeach — a bit of angst but with a happy payoff —"are we happy?" — wc: 1287

9. "Focus"— SpicyNoodles — short and attempt at humor I guess—"don't listen to me, listen to them" — wc: 435

10. "Pot" — Pigsy and Tang and smol MK — fluf but short —"is this normal?" — wc: 379

11. "managing a noodle shop" — Chimera — sweet and short —"well, that worked out great" — wc: 306

12. "Slight Fright" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort, fluff —"did you hear that?" — wc: 1065

13. "Sorry, sorry for what" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"that's not the point" — wc: 898

15. "bumped cars" — ShadowPeach— fluff, suggestive, talk about sex, +18—"let's try this" — wc: 552

16. "scratching scars" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"no, I'm not okay" — wc: 876

17. "Shadows and Spices" — Macaque and Red Son — sweet, short familly fluff —"strangest thing I ever heard" — wc: 420

18. "thinking inside the box" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"you always have a plan" — wc: 622

19. "Dress Up" — ShadowPeach— mild smut, suggestive, +18 —"this is getting ridiculous" — wc: 444

20. "explosions in your eyes" — ShadowPeach— fluff and hurt/comfort—"I saw your eyes light up" — wc: 455

21. "consequences" — ShadowPeach— mild smut, suggestive , +18—"we've done worse" — wc: 571

22. "peeping from the shadows" — Macaque and Red Son — very short, fluff and humor —"why are we doing this again?" — wc: 228

23. "rotting away" — ShadowPeach— angst, hurt/comfort, death, hopeful ending—"we can fix this, I know we can" — wc: 1065

25. "burns" — Mei and Red Son — hurt/comfort, short & sweet—"it consumes me" — wc: 520

27. "My hands are rough, but you don't seem to mind"— ShadowPeach— smut and angst —"let me remind you" — wc: 1544

So that's my addition in this year! 24/31 works, maybe not a full deck like last year, but I've been busy, so I still count it as a win haha

See ya all next year!

=)

[woniefull]

Are We Still Friends?

(preview)

synopsis: Heeseung and you were close friends. Closer than most. Slowly you both realize that maybe being friends has become too difficult. Heeseung struggles to understand his feelings, and you're not sure how long you can wait.

warning/heads up: fluff, angst, flirting, protective+jealous Heeseung, jealousy, and more to come up as I continue writing...

wc: 552 in the preview + tbd for final draft

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Heeseung and you were on your way home after a day out on the beach with some friends.

It was a quiet ride for the most part. 

“ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?” by Tyler, The Creator currently playing

“Have fun?”

Heeseung asked, shifting his eyes off the road for a second to glance over at you.

“Lots. We should do this again sometime.”

Heeseung and you had become friends in your freshman year of high school. Your twin brother was the one to introduce the both of you. The two of you had first bonded over your love for music and since then you guys have become inseparable. It’s now your senior year.

“Definitely. Did you see Lola checking me out? She for sure wants me.”

You let out a laugh.

“Yeah, she was totally not laughing at your horrible volleyball skills.”

You say with a hint of sarcasm.

Heeseung pinches your thigh.

“Watch it. I’ll tell your brother you’re being mean to me.”

You flinch and instinctively slap his hand away. 

“I’ll tell him that you keep on harassing me.”

Heeseung clutches his heart.

“Oh no. I’m so scared.”

This time you both burst out laughing.

“Okay, I think I’m going to take a nap. We still have a pretty long way to get home and I’m burnt out.”

You start to recline your seat and shift to face the window.

“I’m going to think you don’t like me y/n if you turn away from me like that.”

Rolling your eyes you change your position to look at him.

“I know you think I’m pretty and all but your obsession with being able to see my face at all times is concerning.”

Did I mention Heeseung and you liked to playfully flirt?

“This is why I can’t get a girlfriend, you’re over here acting like mine.”

You reach for his hand that’s resting on the stick.

“But Heeseung I thought I was your girlfriend?”

You say looking at him with your best puppy eyes.

“Please stop I’m going to start believing you’re in love with me or something.” 

He says swatting your hand away and giving you a playful smile.

Instead of leaving him alone, you decided to tease him a bit more–just like all best friends do, right?

You stretch out your hand and slowly start tracing your finger along his arm.

“How did you know? Oh, Heeseung I am so totally in love with you.”

As you continue tracing your finger along his arm, you feel him tense up at what you just said to him.

“Oh my, you must be so happy to hear me confess my love to you! Aren’t you? It’s okay Heeseung many boys li-”

Before you have the opportunity to keep rambling he grabs your hand and places it on the stick, he then puts his hand on top of yours.

You’re in shock and look up at his face.

He’s still smiling.

“Had to make you stop one way or another. Go to sleep miss, and stop flirting with me just to get my attention.”

And with that, you don’t speak anymore. Not because you don’t want to, but you just don’t know what to say. Your eyes slowly close and Heeseung is the last thing you see before you drift off to sleep. 

[black-lav2]

𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 | 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊

Summary: Just want to show some love to your sweet boyfriend.

Wc: 552

Warnings: 18+, f! black reader, sub Izuku, dom reader, handjob, begging, overstimulation, praising

"[Name] please, fuck~ please I'm so close!" Izuku whined while sitting on the couch. You let go of his painfully erect cock that was twitching from you edging him for what felt like the millionth time to Izuku. His tip was swollen and a rosy red.

"I can tell, you're leaking so much pre-cum for me baby~" You wrapped your hand back around his cock, him shivering at the action. You brought your plush two-tone lips to his rosy tip, licking up the pre-cum that was gathering. "Oh fuck, fuck~" Izuku moaned watching you. His legs started to shake, seeing as he was close again, so, you quickly took your lips off his tip with a pop sound.

"[Nameee]~" Izuku groaned, throwing his head back against the couch, frustrated. You stood up from being in between his legs, straddling him. Looking down at him, he was breathing erratic, with his eyes being glossy, tears threatening to spill. "Please."

Your eyes softened as you cupped his cheek in your hand. He closed his eyes at the soft loving touch of your thumb stroking his cheek. He opens his eyes when he feels your lips brush against his, only to close them again, relishing in the feeling of the sweet and passionate kiss from you. You leaned in more, sliding your tongue through his lips. With your other hand, you slowly start pumping his dick.

Izuku moaned, which was absorbed by you kissing him. The kiss turned sloppily as you slipped your tongue more into his mouth. His hips started to buck into your hand, getting closer to cum. You chuckled before breaking the kiss and stopping your hand from moving but didn't let go of his cock. Izuku let out a mixture of a whine and moan, a whine for being so close and not coming again, and a moan from how good the kiss was and your kissing and sucking up and down his neck.

"You want to cum?" you mumbled against his neck. "Yes~" Izuku managed to say above a whisper. "I don't know," you teased as you continued kissing his neck. "Please [Name]~" "You can do better than that baby," you cooed looking into his still glossy eyes.

"Please~, please make me come till I can't take it anymore [Name]~" Izuku begged. You smiled, biting your lower lip. "Ok," you say and begin to stroke him again. Izuku buries his head into your chest as a string of moans and babbles of incoherent words fall out of his lips, getting closer and closer.

"Fuck~ ugh, feels'sgood plwse keep -ing..." he babbled but was cut, his head lolling back on the couch as he cums all over your hand. "Fuckk toom~mch, hgnn," Izuku moaned but you could tell he was in heaven. He continues to cum, eyes rolled to the back of his head, legs shaking, and tears running down his rose-colored cheeks.

"You did so good for me baby," you praised, peppering soft kisses on his face as he was calming down from his high. "I'm so proud of you."

Although in a daze, Izuku softly smiles at your sweet praises that he adores. "I loveyou [Name]," he slurs, looking at you with droopy eyes. You smile down at him, kissing him on his forehead.

"I love you more."

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[atimeofyourlife]

Wake up every morning to this groundhog day

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: time travel au | rated: t | wc: 552 | tags: time loop au, pre steddie Steve gets stuck in a time loop, but is he the only one? Title from Rio by Mika

The first day, Steve thought it had been a weird dream when he woke up to everything being the exact same as it had been the day before. He tried his best to convince himself, despite the fact he felt like he was repeating everything he'd done the day before, the strangest sense of deja vu.

But then it happened again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Soon enough, Steve had lived a week of the same day. Waking up to the clothes he'd worn the day before clean in his closet again. The leftovers he'd eaten for dinner were back in the refrigerator. The weed he'd purchased was gone from the pocket of his bag, the money he'd spent on it tucked in it's place. It was really starting to freak him out, but he knew he couldn't bring it up to anyone without them thinking he was insane. Not that he had many people to bring it up to, he no longer spoke to Tommy and Carol, everything was awkward with Nancy since the break up, and there was no way in hell he was going to mention it to the kids, because they would convince themselves that it was somehow Upside Down related and panic and throw themselves into trouble.

So, for the most part, he just tried to follow the motions. Hoping that it would resolve itself. He kept a look out to see if there were any tiny details that changed in each repetition of the day, but came up blank. Even if he tried to change parts of his routine, skipping buying weed, skipping school, changing where and what he ate, it didn't make much difference. He still kept waking up to the same day over and over again.

He ended up buying and smoking weed everyday. It helped calm him down, stop him from freaking out so much. He guessed that because the day kept resetting itself, the weed disappeared from his system when the time moved back. And it wasn't like he was wasting tons of money on it, was he was spending the same money each day, he'd even memorized the serial numbers on the bills, checking them each morning.

"Jesus Christ, Harrington. Chill, you seem so on edge today." Eddie said as he watched Steve from the picnic bench in the woods. Steve had stumbled into the clearing for the daily deal, feeling more and more out of it each day.

"Sorry. I just. I feel like I'm going insane." Steve mumbled, dropping to sit on the opposite side of the bench. He buried his face in his arms.

"I've been feeling like that ever since I started high school." Eddie replied, pulling out baggies of weed from his metal lunchbox. "Tell me what's going on, if I'm feeling generous I might throw in a little extra for free."

"It's. I keep living the same day over and over and over and over. Everyday, it's the Third of April, and it's been like that for so long I've lost count. No matter what I do, nothing changes. I just wake up the next day and it's the Third of April again."

Eddie didn't say anything for a few moments, instead just watching Steve closely. Then finally, "It's been happening to you too?"

[07-bilin]

it takes two

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: miguel and you are playing the game ‘it takes two’ and boy has it caused some arguments between you two.

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x fem!reader 

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: spanish-dict spanish (you’ve been warned)

₊˚ ପ⊹ wc: 552

₊˚ପ⊹ author’s note: made this cause me and my friend (@1800classiccherries) recently decided to play the game and we cursed at each other when we got to the stage where we had to use the hammer and nails lmao.

“MIGUEL, MOVE TO YOUR RIGHT-- NONO THAT'S YOUR LEFT... Y’KNOW WHAT, JUST HAND ME THE CONTROLLER,” you yell as you storm out of your office and enter the shared living space where your perplexed boyfriend is standing with a controller in his hands.

as you snatch the controller out of his hands he glares at you and his face scrunches up as he watches the screen intently as you successfully land on the platform that you’ve been waiting for ages for him to succeed at.

you look over at him and swing the controller to his build urging him to take it so the two of you could begin on the next stage.

“do you want me to give you another tutorial or do you got it?” you ask in a more patient tone than the one you had been using today.

miguel stares at you, a bit salty still as there has been more crabby you and less pleasant you today as this game has driven you absolutely insane.

at first, he thought it was a great idea when you suggested it as the two of you had been a little short on what to do for fun recently so he immediately hopped on to the bandwagon. boy was it a bad idea cause it seemed to take the demon out of you and his poor gaming skills to light.

he grunts before grabbing the controller out of your grasp and mumbles, “ya estamos otra vez..”

once more, the two of you are at it again, although still rusty, miguel has seemed to improve in the short amount of time given, and just as he was doing fine, he fucks up.

“oh my gosh, for the last time--,” you groan. “miguel, use your spider-sense or something!! oh, wait.. you don’t have one--” you shout across the apartment.

“mi amor, vas a ser la muerte de mí.” miguel groans as he slaps a hand across his face and falls back on the couch.

too bored to continue, you shut the game down and sneak out and hop onto the couch next to miguel, and you notice him still a little irritated from the game itself and your behavior that day.

“miggy, you mad?” you pry as you poke at his bicep trying to get a peek at his face.

he removes his hand from his face and glares at you and gives you a look that reads, ‘what do you think’. you blink your eyes before leaning in and peppering his face with kisses all around until giving one small peck on his lips before leaning back to your prior position.

“still mad?” you ask with a small smirk on your lips as you can tell he is already starting to soften up.

his frown stays for a while longer before his mouth slightly curves up and he scoops you into his arms and replies, “i’ll forgive you this once hermosa.”

you give a celebratory yay and cup his face before giving him a smooch.

“love you lots miggy, sorry for me being mean today, i’ll make sure to tone it down next time,” you note as you stare up at your lover.

he nods his head at the comment before he mumbles softly into your skin.

“te amo también mi querida“

₊˚ପ⊹ translations: 

- ya estamos otra vez (here we go again)

- mi amor, vas a ser la muerte de mí (my love, you’re going to be the death of me)

- hermosa (beautiful)

- te amo también mi querida (i love you too my darling)

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[proceduralpassion]

Walls Closing In

Day 20 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork about a character getting exactly what they need from someone unexpected

Character(s): Amado Carrillo Fuentes x Reader

CW: claustrophobia

WC: 552

A/N: A lil Amado ficlet, mwah bbs.

“You’re braver than you think.” 

Your head snaps back, unaware that you were not alone as you looked out at the night sky on the balcony. Your stomach settles when you realize it’s your client, Amado. You turn back around and roll your eyes as you register his statement.

“It wasn’t bravery so much as it was either fight or flight.”

Amado shrugs as he joins your leaned figure on the railing, “And alas, you made the decision to take flight, even though you hate tunnels.”

It wasn’t so much as you hate tunnels so much as you hated the feeling of the walls closing in on you. Your claustrophobia was clinically dreadful and having to escape across the border through underground channels was one of your worst nightmares. You had found out only minutes before that there were feds on their way to one of Amado’s properties for a search and seizure. You couldn’t so much as defend your client if you were in jail yourself for being in that same location that was infested with contraband and illegal arms. 

Amado and his entourage were self-assured in their decision to flee through the underground tunnels and though he probably would’ve dragged you down there had you resisted much more than you already had, those steps to escape were heavy like lead. You had vertigo about as soon as you had entered the tunnel and found yourself barely breathing and drenched in sweat by the time you came up for air.

Now, you found yourself on another one of the man’s probably dozen properties enjoying the liberty that came with free air and no walls. 

“I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

It’s probably the first time in a long time he’s ever expressed regret and definitely the first time he’s ever apologized to you. Your client-attorney privilege was usually cold and emotionless. Amado declared orders and sniped his irritation without an ounce of decorum. You, giving as good as you got, made snide remarks and regularly insinuated that he was not a smart person. Your entire career consisted of dealing with professional criminals and it was the same with your life even before that due to being raised by a money launderer and conwoman. It gave you a fearless disposition when working with such dangerous men, something Amado found amusing given how scared you were of small spaces. 

Still, his apology is sincere and you take it as it is instead of throwing back a snarky response. 

You don’t say “it’s fine,” because it’s not, but you nod at his earnestness. 

A beat passes and he speaks again, “I had someone bring clothes and necessities to your guest room. We’ll probably need to lay low for a few days. And you’re to let someone know if you need anything that’s not already available in the house.”

He walks away, heading back into the main room of the property. His last words to you before closing the sliding doors is “good night.”

Before he had walked out here, you had relegated yourself to sleeping out here on the balcony, too pinned up to want to sleep in the confines of four walls. Alas, there's something in the mix of his sincere words and emotionless orders that's hauling your tired body inside.

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IN MY DREAMS ...

TWENTY FIVE / you've got yourself a deal

WARNINGS / Swearing WC / 552

IN WHICH / You join the photography club to be with your crush, jeongin. But on the first day of the club you notice he wasn't there but instead his best friend, beomgyu, was.

The chilly night air swept around them as Beomgyu parked his motorcycle in front of your house.  You both just got back from your movie date. You two watched a random romcom. You and Beomgyu held hands all throughout the movie.  And as you watched the movie, you couldn’t help but picture you and Beomgyu instead.

 you carefully removed your helmet, your hair falling back into place like waves retreating back to the sea.  You swing your leg over the motorcycle, landing lightly on your feet. Beomgyu watches you, his gaze warm like a summer afternoon, making you feel a strange fluttering sensation in her stomach.  Your gaze drops to the motorcycle.

“Did you let Jeongin borrow your motorcycle?" You ask, attempting to fill the silence that hung between the two of you, and genuinely curious. You suddenly had flashbacks to when Jeongin brought you to that place and asked you out.  YBeomgyu looks surprised for a moment before chuckling softly, the sound a pleasant melody in the quiet night. “Yeah, he mentioned needing it for a bit," he replies. He pauses, taking off his own helmet and ruffling his hair, a soft smile gracing his lips as he looks at you. 

“You know," Beomgyu begins, his tone playfully coy, “I can't help but think I'm a bit jealous. It seems you've been enjoying motorcycle rides with someone else." His playful smirk makes your heart race. He gets off his bike and takes steps closer, the air between them growing warmer despite the cool night air.  Your cheeks heat up, but you don't back down. “Oh, really? And what are you going to do about it?" She counters, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Beomgyu steps even closer, their faces now mere inches apart. “Well, how about we make some new memories with my motorcycle?" He suggests, his voice low and tinged with flirtation. Your breath hitches at his suggestion, your heart pounding in your chest. The air crackles with tension, and you can't tear your gaze away from his lips.

Before she can respond, Beomgyu leans in, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. Her eyes flutter closed as she melts into the kiss, her hands instinctively finding their way to his chest.

If you were to ask your past self if she would ever kiss Beomgyu you would normally hear the response “Never, even if my life depended on it.” Now the only thing in your mind was how’d it feel like to kiss him again.  After the night where you two almost kissed, all you could think of was what if you both did kiss? You never thought that you would be willing to do anything associated with Beomgyu, but look at where you are now.

When they finally pull apart, Your cheeks are flushed, and your lips tingle with the memory of his touch. Beomgyu looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “You know, I've been wanting to do that all night," he confesses, a bashful smile gracing his lips. “What stopped you earlier?” you ask with a soft voice. “There were people in there! I wanted you all to myself” You couldn't help but smile. “Oh and I wouldn't mind making more memories with your motorcycle."

Beomgyu's grin widens “You've got yourself a deal," 

MLIST / TWENTY SIX / PREV

A/N: just a few more chapters and this story’s done.. IM ALSO EXTREMELY SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! i hope the next chapters are worth the wait 😭

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Writing Masterlist

🥰 : fluff , 🥵: NSFW

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🎃 Fawktober 2023 🦇

Series: all 🥵

A Gift Horse and His Mouth: Doctor Strange x afab!reader (Word count: 3k)

You came to Kamar-taj for help with your mental health. Little did you know your dreams would work against you and make things a lot more complicated.

Yes Sir: Part II to "A Gift Horse and His Mouth" (Word count: 2.8k)

Dealing with the aftermath of your dream Stephen has an idea on how to work through some issues.

Attitude Adjustment: William Tell x afab!reader (Word Count: 3k)

A friend of your fathers pays you an unexpected visit you aren’t likely to forget.

One-shots:

🥵Bad Bet: William Tell x F!reader (Word count: 2.6K)

William beats you in a poker tournament, but you just can’t accept defeat, not yet…

🥵 Sweet Relief: Laurent LeClair X F!reader (Word Count: 1.1K)

Laurent finds you during a difficult time of the month, he wants to help you feel better.

🥵 Stronger Than I Look: Steven Grant X curvy f!reader (Word Count: 2k)

You and your coworker Steven are doing inventory late at night. Being a bigger girl you hadn’t worked up the courage to make a move. But an artifact hidden amongst the trinkets in stock changes things.

🥵 A Simple Arrangement: Jonathan Levy X f!reader (Word count: 1.3k)

Jonathan wakes you in the night for some much needed relief.

🥰 That Damn Smile: Matt Murdock fluff x afab!reader (Word Count: 1.6k)

You’re new to Hells Kitchen and there’s a stranger who’s caught your eye, but you’re not sure if you’ve caught his.

🥰Giftshop Steven: Steven Grant with gn!reader (Word count: 1.4k)

Steven comes to your rescue in the crowded museum.

🥵Caught: Marc Spector x afab!reader (Word Count: 1k)

You get bored while housesitting for Marc and are caught in a rather compromised position.

Drabbles/Thots/Ficlets:

🥰 Drunken Confession: GN!reader X Miguel O’Hara (Word Count: 517)

You snoop around Miguel's office and confess to the "empty" room.

🥵Blue Jones Thots: just some HC and a quick drabble on this very unstable man. gn!reader (WC on drabble: 552)

What I will and won’t write

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[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Kinktober - day 1: Edging [NSFW]

written for @harringrovekinktober

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: edging, handcuffs, blow job, porn without plot WC: 552

Steve has to remind himself that he has agreed to this torture. No, there is more. He eagerly agreed when Billy proposed to have some fun, but now that Billy keeps purposely denying him an orgasm he is starting to rethink his priorities. His dick is red, swollen, and leaking precum while he squirms under Billy’s touch. “How many?” “We have done six and I promised you ten. How many more, pretty boy?” Billy replies with a smirk. God, now he wants him to do math? Now that all his blood is directed to his poor dick? “F…Four?” He asks. “Clever boy.” Billy praises him and leans to kiss him. Steve loves the way Billy kisses him. He is always calm and collected and kisses him like they had all the time in the world. Steve tugs at the handcuffs that keep him tied to the bed, trying to get some pressure on his poor dick, but Billy is too far to grind against him. The blond guy kisses him deeply and Steve’s mouth goes lax. It’s almost a reflex now. He knows that he must let go and let Billy take charge. One of Billy’s hands goes into his hair, yanking him, while the other goes to Steve's dick. The pretty boy would like to beg for mercy, but his mouth is full of Billy's tongue and he can only moan into his mouth as the other jerks him off and then stops right before Steve reaches his climax. “How many?” Billy asks and for a moment Steve has no idea what he is talking about. “How many more?” “Three.” Steve is trembling out of frustrated pleasure. “What’s your word, baby?” Billy asks him, brushing some hair away from his sweating forehead. “Demogorgon.” Billy nods, smiling “Do you want to use it?” He shakes his head. He hasn’t come so far to stop now. “Good boy.” And then Billy starts to play with his dick while twitching his nipples. He can do it. He can do three more. For Billy, he can. He bites his lips so hard that he feels the metal taste in his mouth. Billy forces him to open his mouth and licks the blood from Steve’s lips. “One more.” He whispers. This can’t be right, there were two, right? But Billy is playing dirty. This time he is not jerking him off, he has taken him in his mouth. Steve is not moving but the hot wetness of Billy’s mouth is irresistible and as soon as Billy’s tongue flutters on Steve’s dick he sees stars everywhere, moaning Billy’s name, and then he blackouts. When he comes back to his senses he is lying on the bed and Billy is gently massaging Steve’s wrist. “Hey, baby.” “ Hi. Did I do good?” Billy leans to kiss the crown of his head “ You always do.” He praises him with pride and there is nothing in the world that Steve wants more than to make Billy proud. “Now sleep?” “You can sleep if you want.” He replies “But I need to clean your mess.” Steve looks at himself and sees that he is covered in his own cum. “Sleep?” He asks again and Billy giggles. “Sleep.” The last thing that Steve sees before falling asleep is Billy’s naked butt.

[murderoushagthesequel]

ok ok, new idea dropped (i'm sorry that's a lot of ideas, you're not forced to answer to every single one of my asks):

wolfstar in the apocalypse?

pandalily in the 1800s meeting each other at a ball during the ball season and falling for each other at first sight?

dorlene with dorcas as ice skater and marlene as hockey player with rivalryyyy

jegulus raising harry? rosekiller babysitting harry?

i absolutely do have to answer every single one of your asks and i did indeed write all four of these <3

wolfstar in the apocalypse: Only One Left (wc 552)

pandalily in the 1800s: Drab Green Dress (wc 236)

dorlene skating: Fuck Off (wc 545)

jegulus raising harry with rosekiller babysitters: Everyone Listens to Regulus (wc 372)