#🪐; my writing

[hoshiseon]

✱ atz, svt, txt, & skz fic recs ✱

MDNI 18+ (most if not all recs are smut)

fem / gen. neutral reader unless stated otherwise

★ – personal faves!

ATEEZ

☆ the drill — yunho x reader [m] @byuntrash101

★ the thing about pretty boys — seonghwa x reader [m] @wonusite

☆ first snow — wooyoung x reader [m] @cheollipop

☆ deep down (abo) — alpha!ot8 x reader [m] @seventhcallisto

★ the kraken — kracken!yunho x reader [m] @atzfilm

★ wonderwall — faeire!ot8 x reader [m] @atzfilm

☆ mind over matter — mingi x reader [m] @mingisaddctn

☆ coming of age — incubus!san x reader [m] @byuntrash101

☆ never say never — vampire!ot8 x reader [m] @seonghwaddict

★ into the aurora — idol!ot8 x reader [m] @honeyhotteoks

★ this night together (abo) — alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x reader [m] @honeyhotteoks

☆ treasure — yunho x wooyoung x san x reader [m] @honeyhotteoks

★ mists of celeste — ot8 space pirates!ateez x reader [m] @hongism

★ hotel california | book one — ot8 yandere!demonic entities!ateez x reader [m] @mint-yooxgi

★ paradise gardens | book two — ot8 yandere!demonic entities!ateez x reader [m] @mint-yooxgi

TXT

★ telepathy — mind reader!beomgyu x reader [m] @agustdiv1ne

☆ pose — yeonjun x reader [m] @agustdiv1ne

SEVENTEEN

☆ meet the parents — mingyu x reader [m] @sluttywoozi

☆ control me — gamer!wonwoo x reader [m] @duhnova

★ crawl — devil!jeonghan x reader [m] @himbocoups

★ a whisper from the forest — lumberjack!woozi x forest nymph!reader [m] @idyllic-ghost

☆ and the universe said, — idol!ot13 x reader [m] @thepixelelf

☆ greed — hoshi x reader [m] @cheolism

☆ after LIKE — mingyu x reader @sluttywoozi

STRAY KIDS

★ strange dreams — incubus!hyunjin x reader [m] @planetdream

MULTI

★ code of (mis)conduct — mingyu (svt) x san (atz) x reader [m] @sluttywoozi

#my apology for being so inactive lol #ive had no time to write #at all. #anyway give these amazing fics some love!! #🪐 — recs.smut! #⭐️ will (try to) update as frequently as possible :] #honestly wish i could put every mouthwatering piece of work i've ever read on here #but these r just the ones i could rmr

[yuquinzel]

❛ ‧˚ IDLE TOWN — mikage reo.

notes ⨾ hurt / comfort, [ 1.6k wc ] i basically wrote this for practice but I'll post it bc i need feedback + my first attempt at actual angst so idk here have some reo angst i promise i'll make up for it with fluff later :P

you are leaving, for good. and reo knows he cannot stop it. 

pause. rewind. he came back home three hours ago, everything was fine. or so he believed. he took note of your silence much quickly. you were talking, yes— but you were silent. he finds silence in your empty glances, less words and more hums for responses. you speak but your words are nothing more than incoherent blurbs of sound. you're silent when he asks you about your day, because you do not ask him the same.

he knows you well. too well to simply brush this of a result of exhaustion. the room he is in is cold, he winces because he does not find you in his arms and because that means you must be cold too. he knew to give you space, sometime to collect your thoughts as he does his.

but an hour or so has passed, reo wants to see you now. he can never always leave you to your thoughts for long lest you need a second voice to become the comforting reminder of not being alone. but if he's being honest, then this is more of a selfish act than a serving one. maybe more than you, he does not want to be left alone with his thoughts.

“hey,” a caffeinated sort of anxiety washes over him when he enters your shared bedroom. the air isn't awkward, but it is not comfortable either, “what're you up to?”

you are still silent, preferring a low and dismissive hum instead. he sits himself on the edge of the bed, hesitant as the way you'd approach a storm. he waits for eleven heartbeats— he knows because he can hear his heart— you don't say anything.

“talk to me, something's on your mind.” reo says. he feels your gaze scan him over, you are searching for something in him. that's the most of a response he's gotten out of you tonight. he hopes you find whatever answer you're looking for, an answer you've decided you won't find in his words. 

“i don't know reo, i just— i'm exhausted.” you're lying. he can tell, you don't sound exhausted. you sound defeated. he also knows you are not lying to him, but to yourself. but he does not know what to say, maybe— maybe you still need time. it's okay, he reminds himself. we're okay, it repeats in his mind.

“then let's just get to bed, ’kay?” he can taste the desperation in his voice, it lingers like a bitter aftertaste. why he feels so unsure, he does not know. all he knows is that he doesn't like this — whatever this is — it's hollowing him out from the inside. 

his hand instinctively comes to brush back the strands of hair behind your ear. he freezes when you recoil. “i— i'm gonna sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.” his heart stammers in his chest like your voice. you don't give him the luxury of a momentary pause, instead quickly standing up on your feet.

reo's just as quick. his hand envelopes your wrist, you wince a little from the harshness of his hold. “w-what? — no, you can't do that.” his voice is a little raised, long gone is the tenderness he always brings with himself. he's scared. he knows you are too. he looks at you, in hopes of a waver in your composure. you have been oddly calm this entire time, it settles uncomfortably in his stomach.

“i'm not asking you reo, i just need to be alone. just— just let me be.” there's a finality in your meek voice, reo winces at the biting tone.

but he's firm on his words, “this isn't fair, y/n. something's obviously bothering you and instead of talking to me like an adult, you're just giving me the fucking silent treatment? well, shit. i can't read your mind. talk to me— you always do.”

you have to look away, “i'm not doing this with you right now.” you wrestle your wrist out of his grip, walking out of the room with heavy steps that reo follows all too quickly— but you don't really walk into the guest bedroom as he'd feared. you stop. reo sucks in a deep, cold breath. 

“what do you want from me?” your voice unfurls in shades of hurt, exhaustion and defeat altogether. reo furrows his brows, his heart beginning to pick up its rhythm, “no, what do you want from me? what did i even do wrong?”

“where were you today, reo? what was your day like?”

your question takes him aback, confusion weaving through the lines on his forehead. “what — you already know that, i texted you i had plans. you read my message, you replied.”

he pauses when a bitter, short-lived laugh leaves your lips. “right, you still don't remember.” your voice feels as empty as your null expression.

“we had a date today, reo. the date you promised to make time for, the date which was an apology because you haven't been home lately. that date — you forgot in favor of hanging out with your friends.” you are breathless now. reo can so clearly see the tears collecting in your eyes, and he also knows you're trying to keep them from falling. he knows you too well, after all.

reo feels lost. his shoulders slack in defeat, his thoughts blur altogether trying to make sense of your words. a heavy, stinging lump claws at his throat. it scratches him from inside until his voice bleeds in the form of quick and staggered breaths, “why — why didn't you say anything?”

this is where the tears trail down your cheeks, reo feels the ache to wipe the damp trails they leave in their wake. but he wills himself against it, he can not. he's afraid you'll burn if he touches you and he's not really ready for that. “i waited — i thought you'd remember. i was waiting for you.”

you don't wipe your tears yourself. because reo has always done that for you. he regrets his prior hesitance, and reaches out his hand to caress the side of your face. you're kind with that. you don't step back, you let him pad his thumb across your skin. he's grateful. 

“i'm sorry,” he says. its heavy, but he doubts it carries much wait. “i'm sorry, i — i'm sorry. i'm such a fucking idiot. it just— ” he stammers, voice stuck in his throat. reo feels like he's choking on his words. he knows there's no way to undo the hurt, he knows you won't just forgive him with a few worded apologies. he knows he does not deserve it either. it took until your silence for him to finally hear you. it took until you decided to leave, for him to realize he would give up anything to make you stay.

“i don't want your sorry's reo, i'm tired, i — i want to leave.” a shaky exhale leaves you. next you're walking towards the main door instead of the guest bedroom. reo's feet are stuck to the ground. he swallows back the rising bile in his throat.

“no, wait, it — it's midnight, y/n, love, we still need to talk —”

“what's there to talk about now? what can you say besides you're sorry?”

you are leaving, for good. reo knows he cannot stop it. 

but still he finds his feet following your steps. he finds his hand grasping your in attempts to get you to just wait, just— just listen. he finds his knees strike the earth, and although he's scared, he looks up at you once more. he finds himself at a loss for words yet with enough urgency to say something — anything — that it scorches his lips. 

“please don't— please, i know i fucked up, i know.” he begins, and you're not so cruel as to walk away this time. “i know i can't say anything besides that i'm sorry, i'm so sorry i made you feel like you weren't important. i'm sorry i promised to do something about it and broke it. i'm so sorry i love you so much that i'm still too selfish to let you go—” you shiver with the slightest tremor in his voice, the crack in rushed breaths that's so very uncharacteristic of him. “— but stay. please stay, y/n. let me show you that you deserve better. please. i don't want to lose you, not like this.”

“reo, get up.” you breathe, voice still as shaky. reo's scared. he's scared to have said something wrong, scared that he pushed you even further way. scared that he has already lost you. but he gets on his feet back up. 

it takes a few uncounted heartbeats before you speak again, “you promised reo, after you'd barely been home the entire month. and i waited like an idiot— i love you, so much that i don't know what to do with this anymore.”

reo consumes you in his embrace. it is nothing firm or strong, but just something to keep you close. it's grounding. reo feels all your breaths as they come and go, “we can figure it out. we'll talk, about everything. like we always do. you said we make a good team right? we can — we can talk about it in the morning.”

reo is afraid you'll disappear if he lets you go now, and you're finally holding on to him as well.

“i'm exhausted reo,” you whisper this time. but you are holding on to him, with something akin to the sincerity and the hope of being held the same way. so he does. 

“i know, i love you. it's okay,” reo hums, he feels breathless. “we'll figure it out in the morning, yeah?”

it takes a weak nod from you to make his shoulders relax, all the worry lines of his forehead unwinding and as he rakes his fingers through your hair — he hopes it does the same for you. it has always calmed you down. he hopes that hasn't changed.

this is where he hooks an arm under your thighs, the other so gently wrapped over your shoulder as he lifts you up in one swift motion. you cling to him. reo is grateful. 

he knows you have much to talk about. but when you let your head fall to rest on his chest, when you tell him you like the sound of his heart, when you still say you love him as he lays you down on the bed, the warmth pooling the sheets as much as your eyes — he knows the two of you will be alright. 

you stay — and that's all reo cares about.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

i don't really like this :D but okay anyway i hope you did + I'm tagging @venusbby @inariezaki @hyomagiri @rinnahhhh @kyoghurts @luvether and i still believe taglists are scary ^_^

#❛ ‧˚🪐 — the dusk renditions. #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x you #reo mikage x you #blue lock angst #blue lock fluff #reo x reader fluff #reo angst #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #ive decided i hate writing angst for my precious munchkin

[el-sandwhichito-de-geto]

(tw: unhinged satoru like, seriously unhinged. yandere!toru probably. can be interpreted as unrequited love. mentions of blood. toxic dynamics)

If Satoru Gojo is God, you're like a tiny mushroom.

Indeed, a tiny mushroom. A beautiful life form it is, you know? No shame in that. So complex and pure and lively; taking roots deep and incomprehensible and carrying and connecting so much through kilometers and kilometers. Always managing to surface and bloom, stubborn little thing you are. A mushroom. An earthy being. Below him, maybe, in terms of power and strength; like everyone else is, but don't feel bad about it! Satoru would never let you feel bad about anything! You are beautiful; in your human, sometimes pathetic little ways. Mushrooms are powerful too, you know? And you're perfect like that. He wouldn't change you for the world. You're his perfect little human and he loves you. And he bathes in your approval and injects it in his blood and breathes you in and carves it on his chest and― You are the one thing that makes infinite eyes worth having. Are you even aware how much power you hold over the strongest sorcerer on Earth? To consume the entirety of what exists and what doesn't exist, and yet still find himself back to your arms because it's the only place in the world he feels safe― No. No. Not safe. Safe is calm. Safe is a lullaby that makes you sleepy. Safe is a warm embrace after a long day. Safe is warm water soothing sore muscles. Safe is eating your favorite food in bed. Satoru doesn't feel any of that with you, no. He feels euphoric. The man's own mind cannot comprehend how a being so inconspicuous makes him feel like this. So alive, so good, so high. He would kill for you. He would appear drenched in the blood of whoever made the mistake to rise against you and wait for approval at your feet. Doesn't even matter if your heart is taken, or if you don't want him, or if the world has a wicked plan of its own to keep you away for any reason. It doesn't matter, because what he does, ALL he does, is to make you happy. Satoru would never force you to love him, though. No, never. You deserve better than that, and he's content simply by being allowed you in your entirety. Whether it be cupping his bloody cheeks, praising him in that sweet voice of yours, or even going as far as to place a loving, grateful kiss on his forehead... That's what he lives for. That's what gets his heart running and his blood pumping and his spirit unbroken. Everything he does, everything he owns, his very own birth and creation and every corpse that has lined his way to you, meant something. It was to bring him to your arms. He's your beast on a leash and honestly, Satoru Gojo couldn't be any happier.

#what the HELL possessed me to write this? #I am not even a Toru fan like wtf #WHY IS HE INSIDE MY HEAD #Truly the most powerful sorcerer of all #sandwhich writes #9️⃣🪐 #jjk #jjk satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu satoru #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo

[saturngalore]

my first 6ish months as a cc creator 💗🫶🏾

a little thank you note below!! pls read if you can 🙇🏾‍♀️

i honestly still cannot believe that i make hairs for this silly little game because i thought it would be so impossible for me to do so (as i said in my mariela post) and here i am 9+ hairs later (and even more in the works). it makes me so excited and proud to see my progress in the different hairs i make as it has gotten easier to navigate blender and gimp now. even tho i have learned so much and feel more confident in my cc making skills, there’s still so much i need and want to learn as there’s so many more black hairstyles i wanna make that are still outta my current skill set. hopefully, i can eventually make at least 40-50% of the hairs i have saved on my pinterest board. i also wanna make cc that is specifically for fat sims (maybe poses, body presets, skin details???) so here’s to so many more months of saturngalore cc! 🥂

i want to thank everyone that downloaded and used my cc in their games, edits, and/or lookbooks! i still cannot believe it whenever someone tags me or i see my hair in a cc haul youtube video (like wtf??!). im so happy to know that so many people like my cc and i hope that y’all will like my new hairs for 2024! last but not least, i also want to thank everyone who took the time out their day/week to load up their games, make such amazing edits and sims highlighting my hairs, and gave me such valuable feedback all to test my hairs!! it really makes me tear up from all the support and love that i have received so far and i will be forever grateful for all of you!! 🫶🏾

@invisiblequeen @riverofjazzsims @minaevesmoths @francescalater @kimorasimz @meoanii @browntrait @mmonetsims @eatasslikegrass @elomelos @koibish @simfuldelights @mokah @mangosimoothie @zohrou (they deactivated i think 😔) i hope this is everyone but im sorry if it’s not 🙏🏾

#before i show y’all my upcoming cc i just wanted to post this first!!! #i kept writing and erasing what i wanna say cause self praise is kinda hard to do but yasss here’s to me and my brain #i keep doing things rainbow now themed like my fault for being gay honestly #🪐 speaking

[good-oldfashioned-lover]

Hii~

⭒๋࣭ ⭑Some basic info⭒๋࣭ ⭑

I'm Siv. 17. They/she (Desi. Get it? Yeah I'll see myself out). I'm a Gemini. Hailing from Slytherin, my godly parent is Hecate. I kin Sirius for the most part, also Remus a little. My top ships are WolfStar and Drarry but I ship almost all the pairs I find from the marauders era. I'm a neurospicy hoe who loves space, any and all forms of art, reading, coffee, the moon, and rain. I really really love rain, just puts me in a better mood instantly. And uhh... yeah :)

⭒๋࣭ ⭑Music⭒๋࣭ ⭑

I listen to so many artists cause i need music 25/8 or else i cant function but off the top of my head my favs are Taylor Swift (Evermore and Rep), Hozier (Wasteland, Baby!), Conan Gray (Superache), Lorde (Pure Heroine), Arctic Monkeys (AM), Girl In Red, a bit of Queen and I've started listening to Harry Styles and Manëskin recently.

⭒๋࣭ ⭑Books⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Can't choose my fav but comfort book is Red, White and Royal Blue. And the last book that deeply impacted my soul was The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.

⭒๋࣭ ⭑Shows and Movies⭒๋࣭ ⭑

I've watched too many to count but my comfort ones are Heartstopper, SPOP, FRIENDS and Gilmore Girls (Lorelai is literally so me) in shows while in movies it's Single All The Way, and a couple tamil movies called Maara, Bangalore Days and Oh Kadhal Kanmani.

You can find my fanfics on:

Wattpad: wolfstarkinnie89

Ao3: there_are_memories_to_be_made

Some amazing friends that I've made here so far :) @daydream-of-a-wallflower @amaan-danish @her-midas-touch @silence-between-seconds @half-a-heart-without-you @inluvwithremuslupin @skeelly @ghost-of-a-poet @reisbackinblack @not-rab @lovebooks3000 @thedvilsinthedetails

Yeah... k byeeee <3

(Oh also the tags below are just tags I use the cause I need them there for who knows what reasons)

#intro post #sivcore #siv picrew <3 #siv tries moodboards #wifey🦋💋 #kat 🌻💋 #ari✨️💋 #amaan🤎💋 #siri🪐💋 #kat ari siv and siri fangirl over pretty words ✨️<3 #siv screams over wolfstar #marauders music #siv hoards art #women do ruin my life #<3<3<3 #siv screams over starchaser #siv screams over drarry #siv writes #agora chat #sleepless night rambles #i yap about the things i read

[forourpoets]

thinking about James Potter and his hugs <3 just being in his big warm hands and how he cups your face in his warm hands and give big sweet kisses on your forehead cheeck nose eyes and lips . After a long tiring day just being engulfed in his arms and while cuddling pressing your nose in his neck and the warmth that radiates from him .I need him in my life

#james potter × reader #james potter reader #james potter x reader #james pottter #james potter #james potter fluff #the maraunders map #the marauders era #maraduers #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #jamie my love <3 #vi writes🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐 #vi's rambles ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

[greg-montgomery]

okay, aaron hotchner scenario bc i missed him <3

arranged marriage/period au?

one day your parents announce you that you are going to get married to a man named aaron hotchner, who you know nothing about (lmfao i know this sounds like the ‘my mom sold me to one direction’ trope 💀). anyway. you have never met him so you imagine him as an ugly old man who you will feel disgusted to even look at.

but theeeen when it’s time to be introduced to husband-to-be you’re met with a gorgeous 😩😩 tall dark haired man and your heart starts beating sooooo fast immediately <3

and he’s such a gentleman, treats you with respect and has great manners 🦋🦋

but you keep acting as if you don’t like him 🙄 bc you didn’t have a say in this marriage and you’re still upset about it.

okay now to the main thought ❤️ it’s your wedding night and you’re sooooooo nervous. you’re literally about to pass out and aaron notices. when you’re alone for the first time in your new bedroom he gets closer to you and brushes his fingers against your cheek and makes you look at him 🫠 and he asks if you’re scared. so you say that you’re terrified but you don’t mean it like that. it’s just because you’re already madly in love with him when you don’t want to be.

and he says “what kind of man do you take me for? do you think i’d ever touch you without your consent?” and pulls away…and you’re just standing there like wait come back here rn

so you tell him “but i’m your wife. i agreed to it.”

and he comes closer again and grabs your chin softly (😩🦋) and says “if i ever touch you, it will be because you want me to. if you’re not trembling with desire for me, then i have no interest in going to bed with you”

#actually writing this would take me the same time as typing all this out 🤡 #but i needed to get it off my chest lmfao #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch 🪐 #nsfw.

[housewifebuck]

Why is everyone afraid to acknowledge that Eddie’s Texan roots almost certainly mean he’s a chronic petname user with partners

#MY Eddie calls buck sugar/honey/darling NONSTOP!!!!!!! #have to write my own fic about this I guess. sigh #🪐

[ughgoaway]

have you ever thought about a time when Girlie is with Annie and Matty bathing the dog and it's a warm family atmosphere? and maybe then go to the park and play as a family.

Thank you so much for the cute idea 🪐 anon!! my random thoughts below the cut as always lol <3

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anyway, yes, this is so fun to think about. I love anything with mayhem, and the image of you all trying to tackle him into the bath to give him a proper wash is so funny.

I can see Matty, mayhem, and Annie coming home from a walk, and to say they are muddy is an understatement. He calls you as they're approaching the house and tells you to prepare the bath; warning you that is officially time to bathe mayhem.

You try to avoid washing him at home as much as possible, sending him off to the groomers whenever you can. Not because you don't love him, but because he is fucking massive and it's somehow a three-man job. 

Getting Annie involved was the last solution after too many disastrous attempts, but you needed an extra pair of hands. And she was the only one in the house. But Mayhem loves her so much, so she's actually a pretty good distraction. 

You line the walk to the bathroom with towels and creek open the front door slowly, and your jaw drops at the sight in front of you. Mayhem is caked in mud, staring up at you with his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging wildy, splashing more mud around.

Matty and Annie were both wearing welly boots, and they were also covered in mud. Annie even had some in her hair, but those two could be dealt with later. Mayhem was your current mission.

“Oh my god. Matthew, how did it get this bad?” You ask in shock, flicking your wide eyes over the three of them.

“It's not my fault. I swear. Mayhem got out of his harness and ran into a muddy puddle. Me and Annie ran after him, but the puddle turned out to be a bit deeper than we thought…” Matty says sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck with his hands, but quickly snatching them away with a grossed-out look on his face when he feels the mud in his hair.

You sigh heavily at Matty and start gently guiding mayhem in the house as Annie holds his tail to stop him from wagging it and spraying mud everywhere.

Eventually, you get Mayhem safely in the bathroom after walking very slowly the whole time. You all know from past experience that if you walk too quickly, mayhem takes it as a queue to sprint at full force through the house and rub his face on the rug in the front room. 

You really tried to get the mud out last time, but it was a pointless task. Matty still claims you somehow planned it because you hated that rug. “How else did he get so muddy when it hadn't rained in weeks?” he accuses you time after time.

You deny it wholeheartedly, but you can't deny the feeling of joy you felt when you saw mayhem rubbing his whole body over it, and let's just say you definitely didn't do anything to stop it.

But you actually like the new rug you bought, so when you finally got mayhem in the bathroom this time, the three of you couldn't help but cheer as soon as the door clicked shut.

However, you forgot that any sort of excitement would hype mayhem up to no end, so as soon as he heard the cheers, he jumped on his hind legs and pounced onto Matty.

“Woah mayhem- WAIT NO-” Matty shouts.

Now, usually, Matty caught him quite well, keeping mayhem upright and balancing him perfectly on his chest. But this time, he wasn't prepared, and before you knew it, all you saw was a massive splash of water coming out of the bath as mayhem pushed both him and Matty in it.

You and Annie stood there in shock for a few seconds, but as soon as Matty sat up in the bath, covered in mud and bubbled. You all couldn't help but burst out laughing. Matty pouted, of course, but he soon realised that this kind of was the ideal way to wash mayhem. He could keep him calm as you and Annie scrubbed him.

“Right, Annie, will you grab the peanut butter for me, sweetheart? Your dad is on mayhem feeding duty today” you say, lathering up the soap between your hands as Matty uses a bowel to wet mayhem.

“Here you go, Daddy. Don't eat the peanut butter, though, mayhem licks from this one” Annie warns, holding the jar just out of Matty’s reach until he nods at her words. After she knows he heard her, she quite happily hands it over, grabbing the bowl from Matty’s hands and rinsing mayhem once more.

The four of you are all huddled either in or around the bath, scrubbing mayhem and watching the mud pour off him. Matty sits in front of him, holding the peanut butter jar in front of his face so he can happily lick inside the jar whilst you clean his paws.

“Daddy you look silly in the bath with Mayhem.” Annie giggles as she scrubs Mayhem’s head, giving him a mohawk with the bubbles that form. 

“I know, i know. Will you go grab my camera for me, sweet girl? I wanna get a photo of us all” matty asks, smiling down at mayhem with too much love in his eyes, considering mayhem had bowled him over not even 10 minutes earlier.

Annie scampers off and grabs the camera, leaving you and Matty alone in the bathroom. 

“You do look quite stupid in the bath, you know?” You tease, grinning down at Matty and watching him roll his eyes and hold in a laugh.

“Quite dilfy too, though” you add on thoughtfully, looking at how Matty’s soaking white shirt was starting to become completely transparent, and you couldn't help but gawk at the way his tattoos became more visible beneath the wet fabric. Matty pulls his shirt off cheekily, dropping it on the floor next to him before teasing you back.

“Mmm, I always look dilfy. S’how I got you, anyway” Matty gives you a smug smile, and you can't help but kiss it off his face, humming happily as you feel his lips working against yours. 

You both get a bit lost in the kiss, and soon it becomes a little desperate and breathless, all tongues and teeth as poor mayhem has to stand there are witness it all. But it soon enough gets interrupted by Annie walking in, and very eloquently proclaiming “ewwww!!”

You and Matty both laugh against each other's lips, and you feel a bit dizzy when you pull away, having to blink a few times before you bring yourself back to earth. 

You quickly snap a few shots with Matty's Polaroid camera; a selfie of you all, and a picture of annie grinning next to mayhem with his bubble mohawk. But, you get a particularly cute one of Matty and mayhem and you can't help but sneak that one away for yourself.

(ik this is not actually mayhem in this picture… but let's all use our imaginations <3)

You eventually get him all washed up and wrangle him out of the bath onto a towel. however, as soon as things are slightly too quiet and still, you can see the mischief brewing in mayhems eyes.

“Mayhem… no. don't even think about it” but he is a dog after all, so he ignores you completely. And soon enough, he's shaking every single drop of water off his body and onto the three of you.

The only thing that's heard in the bathroom is all of your screams, Annie runs behind the bathroom cabinet in an attempt to hide from the spray, but alas, there is no escape.

After far too many seconds for your liking, he stops shaking. And is looking at Matty with his mouth open in a smile and with a wagging tail.

“You're so lucky you're so cute, mate,” Matty sighs.

“Bloody horse dog,” you mumble under your breath, looking in the mirror at your now dripping wet hair.

Annie simply giggles, grinning as she bends down to give mayhem a hug and squealing when he starts to lick her face. you forgive mayhem pretty quickly after that, blowdrying him, yourself, matty, and annie in a row and snapping another picture of you all.

Now, as for going to the park after, I think you try to avoid it for a few days, trying to keep him clean as long as possible. But before the week is over, all four of you are running around in the mud together like crazy people, and you don't even think about the carnage this is all gonna cause.

#made it within the day with 30 mins to spare #last minute is my fav thing can you tell #anyway I LOVE THIS IDEA #sorry if my writing is bad i think i got over excited ahahaha #🪐 anon #anon! #teacher au!

[planete777]

in my humblest defence, uni threw me in jail, sentenced to weeks without tumblr 😞

#⋆🪐 ⋆★ ⋆ planete.parle #ive genuinely missed here and writing but i should be back soon??? im hoping to get everything done by the end of this week #so yes spice it ch 1 will be released from the depths of my ass crack #on a good note.... guess who's kinda.. seeing... someone 🙈

[hoshiseon]

goosebumps | j.yh [m]

★ warnings: 18+ only, fingering (f. rec), petnames (kitten, baby, doll mostly), yunho calls reader ‘slut’ one time, established relationship, profanity, smut with some fluff at the end ★ pairing: dom!yunho x sub!afab reader ★ summary: you always had thing for your bf’s hands… ★ word count: 1.6k ★ note: [repost from my other account; i did not steal this lmao] this was completely self-indulgent, i just <3 yunho’s hands. also this was my first time writing smut so be gentle pls & ty :]

you've been cuddling & watching movies with yunho, you situated between his legs with your back pressed to his chest. he had his hands on the tops of your thighs, absentmindedly rubbing them while you made little comments on the scene that's playing on his large tv. you two have been like this for quite some time and up until now you weren't paying much mind to the man behind you.

but when his hands went from rubbing your thighs to lightly scratching his nails on them, you definitely noticed. your eyes drifted away from the screen to his large hands splayed over your thighs. you watched, completely entranced as he ran his blunt nails over your thighs again. the goosebumps on your skin didn't go unnoticed by either of you.

"are you cold, baby?" he asked softly. you faltered at the question, being pulled out your trance.

"uh no, no i'm fine" but even you could hear your voice sounded… strained. yunho's hands went back to lightly rubbing as he hummed. and then you shivered. the feeling of his hands on your thighs was becoming a little too much for you.

“i'm going to the bathroom.” you hurriedly mumbled as you pushed yourself off your boyfriend.

all yunho did was raise a brow at you but otherwise made no comment on your sudden leave. truthfully, he knew what was going on and he absolutely knew about your… attraction to his hands. you had made this abundantly clear whenever his hands were fingers deep inside you. or when you would ask shyly to suck on his fingers. he thought it was cute so he was testing the waters by teasing you a little. and your reaction only confirmed his suspicions.

you came back from the bathroom, trying to keep your cool as if you weren't affected by your boyfriend in the slightest. yunho saw right through you obviously. he watched with a slight smirk as you came to sit back where you were, fiddling with your hands the entire time and not making eye contact. both these things sure tell signs that you were either nervous or flustered. when you finally sat back down and got situated, yunho's hands went right back to where they were. this time he just kept them atop your thighs but didn't move. you tried your hardest to ignore him but you found yourself wanting to play with his hands. or wanting his hands to play with you. but you held out, resisting the urge to ask the man to just touch you already.

while your eyes were on the tv, your mind wandered. your eyes glossed over as you thought about all the wonderful places yunho’s hands could be right now. on your thighs, in your hair, around your neck, in your mouth. you found yourself subconsciously clenching your thighs as you imagined those pretty fingers on your wet pussy. your mind was replaying all the filthy things he had said to you in the past. you had no idea what was being said or what was even going on, too caught up in your daydreams.

yunho was only mildly concerned at how quiet you were. but he saw the way your legs were pushed so close together they were practically crossed over one another. then he watched as your hands clenched around the bottom of his shirt that you were wearing. and he knew exactly what was going on.

“you okay, baby? you haven't said anything about the movie for the past 15 minutes now.” he asked, feigning concern.

you just let out a meek hum of approval, not even really hearing what he said. yunho smirked though you couldn't see it. he let his hands trail up your thighs, playing with the ends of your (his) t-shirt. you took in a shaky breath when you felt his lips close to your ear.

“what’s got you so quiet, kitten?” he whispered, lips now trailing down to your neck, leaving the softest kisses in their wake.

“nothing.” you said way too fast, your voice unstable. you felt the chuckle that reverberated in his chest as his hands were now underneath the shirt you were wearing. he was only lightly touching your skin but you felt like everywhere he touched was leaving sparks of heat. how this man got you so needy for him so fast was beyond you. your eyes fluttered shut as he started to press actual kisses to your neck and shoulders, lightly sucking on the area near your ear.

“are you sure?” he mumbled against your skin. the soft fanning of his breath on your sensitive neck had those damned goosebumps appearing once again. when you said nothing, his hands traveled higher up your torso to pinch your nipples.

you whimpered as your hands came up to grab onto his arms. “ i asked you a question, doll.” was all he said, his tone more stern this time.

“y-you.” you whispered out, not even really remembering what question you were answering. yunho chuckled under his breath, his large hands still teasing your tits. you whined, arching your back and pressing yourself more into his hands.

“please, yunho.” but instead of giving you what you wanted, he pulled his hands off you completely causing you to let out a more dramatic whine.

“please, what? use your words.” yunho teased, placing his hands on your thighs again.

“need you. i need your hands, please.” you practically begged. you felt his lips on your ear and shivered.

“where, baby?” he whispered, his hands gently massaging their way up your thighs. he knew exactly where you wanted him. you whined, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“i want your hands in me.” you breathed out, turning to look at him. once he locked eyes with you, he felt his self-control slowly slipping. he leaned down pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you moaned into his mouth, eagerly reciprocating his fervor. the angle was damn near painful but neither of you seemed to care as your tongues tangled together, deepening the kiss. yunho was tugging at your shorts but you were so caught up in kissing him, you barely noticed.

“baby, i need these off. now.” he pulled away to mumble against your lips. you lifted your hips off the couch and he swiftly pulled the shorts down to your mid-thighs before you yanked them off completely. he held back a chuckle at your eagerness. truthfully he was just as needy as you were, he just knew how to conceal it a bit better. his hands trailed up the inside of your thighs as he lips trailed down your jaw to your neck. you moaned when his fingers finally reached your pussy. you unconsciously spread your legs wider, allowing yunho more room to touch you.

“fuck kitten, you’re so wet.” he murmured, pulling his hand away to watch as your wetness glistened on his fingers.

“all for you.” you whined. yunho hummed, liking that response.

his hands went back to your cunt, his fingers dipping into your entrance. all you could do was let out soft pants and whimpers. he alternated between rolling your clit and playing with your hole, all while littering marks all over your neck. his other hand came up to play with your nipples underneath your shirt. he pinched your nipple and clit at the same time causing you to cry out at the stimulation. he groaned not being able to take it anymore. he needed to hear more of your pretty noises. he finally inserted a finger in you and your head lolled back against his chest at the feeling. yunho thought you looked so pretty like this. completely splayed out for him, letting out the most beautiful moans as he fingered you. his free hand came up to wrap loosely around your neck.

“look at my pretty little slut. always so needy for me.” yunho says, a teasing tone in his voice as he adds a second finger. his fingers were hitting all the right spots as he curls and thrusts them at a fast, steady pace. you could feel yourself nearing the edge, your moans getting louder as his fingers started to move faster.

“more, please. want more.” you mumbled and he complied pushing in a third finger as his other hand tightened around your throat. you were almost sobbing now as he continued to piston his long fingers in your dripping cunt. the noises your pussy was making were downright sinful and yunho couldn’t get enough of it. your legs started to shake as your orgasm built.

he used his thumb to rub your clit, abruptly bringing you to your end. your eyes rolled back as you came around his fingers, letting out a high-pitched moan. yunho continued to finger you through your orgasm and you whined as you started to come down. he pulled his fingers out of you slowly, making sure to not cause you too much discomfort even if he knew you were more than used to the stretch. he brought his hand up, sucking off your juices from his fingers. you leaned up obviously wanting to kiss him and he kissed you back with a smirk on his lips. you moaned at the taste of yourself in his mouth.

“let’s get you cleaned up, kitten.” yunho said, leaning forward and pushing your body up with his own. you whined and he chuckled, gently maneuvering you so that your legs were hanging off the couch. when he took note of the fact that you were still trembling, he smirked. you pouted up at him, knowing he was about to tease you.

“don’t even.” you said and he laughed before picking you up bridal style.

“i’ll leave it alone just this once.” he said, “but you do look cute all fucked out, doll.” he pressed a kiss to your lips as he carried you to the bathroom.

the rest of the night was spent with you two watching movies and cuddling…and maybe he fucked you again before you two finally went to bed but that was a given.

★ note: was debating rewriting this but... i'll just leave it here. might remake it some other time and then do a continuation of it :] reblogs & feedback are always appreciated!

#yunho x reader #yunho smut #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #yunho imagines #yunho smut drabbles #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez smut drabbles #ateez scenarios #🪐 — works.goosebumps! #🪐 — my writing...!

[highttowers]

jake “hangman” seresin.

pairing(s); jake “hangman” seresin x gn!reader

fandom; top gun: maverick (movie)

w/c; 352 words

trigger/content warnings; alcohol mention (2)

hangman who spots you one night, sitting in the corner. your arms crossed, hair pinned up, eyes fixed on the empty seat in front of you. his motive is selfish; he has no intention of making you feel any better, he just wants to dance with another pretty woman.

hangman who has no idea why you won’t leave his mind. he should be paying attention, and rooster gets a kick out of maverick catching him drifting off. he just can’t help it, the easy way you shrugged him off left him reeling.

hangman who’s searching the hard deck for you, green eyes scanning every single person with the same hair color, or wearing an outfit that you might wear. he’s distracted, and everybody on the team is giving shit for it.

hangman who finally spots you, twirling with some friends, a drink in your hand, and a smile on your face. and when your eyes meet his, his stomach drops, and his lips stretch into his own smile. phoenix follows his eyes, hers lighting up when she recognizes you.

hangman who’s throat is suddenly dryer than the sand outside. and you’re there, radiant and smiling, a gleam in your eye when you lock eyes with him. for the first time, he’s nervous, and he has to consciously focus on you to talk to you.

hangman who’s heart is in his throat when he asks if you’d like to grab a drink with him. his ears fiery red and his face warm when you motion to the beer in your hand and chide, “you’re a little late, dontcha think?”

hangman who gulps, then takes a breath and asks if you’d like to grab dinner with him then. his heart is pounding as you tap your chin, pretending to ponder his offer. “not tonight. i’ve got work in the morning,” you answer, and hangman is biting back a glare when phoenix snorts.

“but i’m free thursday at seven.” you smile. jake’s on top of the world as you saunter away, chuckling to himself. “nat can give you my number!” you call over your shoulder.

#why did it take me three days to write this #top gun: maverick #jake seresin #jake “hangman” seresin #jake hangman #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman imagine #blurb #top gun: maverick blurb #top gun: maverick fic #🖋️ — my writing #🪐 — top gun: maverick

[stayconnecteed]

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A CAT!!!! Can I see him??? Pleasseeeee🥺

i didn't say i have a cat, so it's only normal you didn't know dkabdkbsdjs BUT yesterday i did a cat reveal to my dearest dahlia, so odc you can see him!!

he's very silly hehe and he loves to cuddle my wolfchan!! one of my stay irl besties told me that perseus is a cat sized version of bangchan, so maybe that's why he cuddles with the plushie...

#also reveal of the way i write cause he fell asleep on my history of art notes dksbdkbssj #i love him a lot 🥺 #☆ㅤmy baby!! #☆ㅤ🪐 inbox!! #☆ㅤcubbs!!

[evren-sadwrn]

“There are three types of men in this world: those who have something to live for, those who have something die for, those who have something to kill for. John Wick is none of these things.”

— Marquis de Gramont to Chidi

And you see, John is all three. He lives for Helen, for her— for his freedom from the underworld. To leave the past behind him. And he dies for Helen and for himself. He dies because he knows that is his peace he will finally achieve. And of course, he kills for his freedom. And in a sense, Helen was his freedom.

The irony is that the Marquis is none of these things at all. You can argue that oh, he’s an autem imperator but there is not much to his character. He is shallow and we see that so easily. There’s literally only one thing that makes him interesting, or even gives him purpose and it’s place directly elevated by all twelve members of the High Table. He kills just for something so shallow as power and to exert his dominance over a dominion. He lives because he’s clearly scared of dying himself(he even holds back tears when he knows John is not dying any time soon at the 222 steps) and he dies that directly contrasts how John does. Unlike John, Vincent dies suddenly— he barely has time to register because he remembers the rules of the duel. Unlike John, Vincent doesn’t know peace. He is in an aimless direction.

In my opinion, the Marquis de Gramont serves as an excellent antagonist and villain due to being a foil character. He contrasts John in every single way and how the two were written were amazing.

#although i do have my own personal uhh complaint abt the writing and pacing #they’re both really amazing characters #if you want to know what foil characters are and an example of them #then these two serve as a nice baseline bc theyre not really that hard to understand #john wick #marquis de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #vincent de gramont #john wick 4 #character analysis #writing analysis #movie analysis #🪐evrenwrites

[dangerpronebuddie]

Hey Maggie 💕💕💕

3,8

-❤️🪐

Hi Saturn 🪐💕

3. Eddie has a burn on his arm, bruises on his skin, and a target on his back.

Probably one of my absolute favorite wips. Slight Air and Purging Fire has A LOT of Eddie whump in it, who's being targeted by someone. His house catches fire, he gets jumped, and... honestly I don't remember what else. Oops! It also features Lena, cause I kinda miss her. For you, have a snippet:

Someone called Lena over to roll up a hose line. She clapped a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "See you round, Captain America," she grinned before jogging away to help.

A familiar Jeep pulled up behind the 136's engine. The sight immediately soothed Eddie's hackles.

Buck leapt out and ran to Eddie, throwing his arms around his neck.

Eddie staggered backwards with an oomph. "We're okay," Eddie whispered, curling his arms around him.

"Are- are you sure? Where- Where's Chris?" Buck asked. He trembled in Eddie's arms.

"He's fine, he's okay," Eddie said. "He's talking to Captain Cooper."

Buck sagged against him with a relieved sigh. His hands fisted in Eddie's shirt. "'Thena called me. I thought you-" he hiccupped a sob.

"I know," Eddie whispered. He cradled Buck's head, carding his fingers through his curls. "We're safe."

8. You can't love me.

This one's fairly new. It's more of an experiment. I love the idea of them getting together in an argument. Long story short, Buck is mad that Eddie thinks Buck doesn't love him, so he won't say anything. Writing arguments is tough for me, because I always see both sides instead of the pov character. And... I made it harder for myself by making it Buck's pov 😅. Anyhoo, here's a snippet:

Eddie opened his mouth to speak, but Buck held up a hand. "You string me along for a few months, or maybe a year, and then cut me loose. And it's exhausting, Eddie."

Eddie ducked his head again and wrapped his arms tighter around himself. Buck knew what he was doing. Frank said it was self soothing. Buck hated that he was angry with Eddie, but he couldn't take any more. He needed to know, one way or another.

"I'm sorry," Eddie said, his voice quiet and shaky, a stark contrast from his fierce protests minutes ago.

"I don't need an apology," Buck said. "I need an answer."

Eddie shook his head. "You don't want the answer."

"Eddie, I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't," Buck declared.

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#saturn 🪐 #tag game #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #fanfic #my writing #911 #911 abc

[anonauthorsworkshop]

A loooongen time ago I wrote this... Crack? I dunno what I was on while writing this but I made the decision to share it with yall now.. *puts on theater glasses* you can call me the.. 🪐 anon. in style. have a good evening !!

┆

You're sitting in one of the chairs, chilling.

Currently, you and 049, and 035 are hanging out. 

It's a bit complicated here, you think. Chaotic energy radiatess off your trio, and all the scientists steer away from your room. Though, it's not like you're doing drugs. Maybe it's because you look like you're on drugs – but that's not the point. 

Surprisingly, you three sit at the table and are talking about random things. And everything is going better than you thought. The conversations go a lot smoother than you could ever imagine it to go two hours ago when you were notified of your little 'playdate'. They rarely let you out of that damn cell. Probably because of your goddamn mouth. Now that you think about it, they could even strap something on your mouth to make sure you wouldn't say a word, and you'd even be content with that if it meant you could roam around.

Seriously though. You mean no one harm.. you think. It's only sometimes– wait, is 035 whispering to 049 right now? Your eyebrow is immediately raised, your eyes narrowed. How very suspicious. What tea are they hiding from you, anyway? You thought this was a open minded table.

“What are you whispering to each other about so suspiciously?” you interrogate not so pushily. 035 straightens up and snickers to himself. “Oh, nothing at all! Don't worry your pretty little head about it.” 

Your gaze doesn't waver, though you notice something off about 049. He seems lost in thought, and before you can ask what's up, 035 interrupts your train of thought. “Hey, [Name]?” your eyes drift towards his. “Yes?” he puts a hand on his chin. “You humans are pretty ticklish… right?” “.. Where is this coming from?” and then you see it. You see your doom right before your eyes as it hits you. You had been fooled.

049 is on his feet, making way to you. 

“NO!” you get out of your chair immediately, posing behind. “Reconsider!”

(Un) surprisingly it doesn't faze him. Rather, he's well on his way to you, hand outstretched. You run amok in the room, with 049 hot on your tail. 035 is laughing his ass off in the background, cackling. “035!” you shout exasperatedly. “you told him it, didn't you,” you look at him in utter betrayal as he wipes his black goo from his eye with a finger. You narrowly dodge 049's hand, and he pauses. Like you threw a bucket of water at him. “[Name],” he murmurs. “I would like to test something. I promise I won't hurt you–” “Bro, stop.” another pause. “But i–” 

Much to your utter dismay and horror, 049 is persistent, and it actually doesn't take long for him to catch you. You had climbed on top of the table in desperation, but alas, you slipped and fell on your ass before falling off the table again. But 049 had caught you, luckily or unluckily for you. And WOOOAAW. The position is just perfect for him to attack your sides! “NOOO- ”

And that is how you were fallen, my brother. You laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling. How did it come to this?

“I didn't know humans could be so dramatic,” 035 commented, followed by a banshee laugh. “someone's coming to my level, it seems. It's rather unexpected, i admit. But a welcome change!~ only because it's you though,” you looked at him in the corners of your eyes. And then a idea hit you. Not literally, but – it was an idea. You slowly sat up, and 049 watched in mild concern. He had satisfied his curiosity, but at what cost?

“Hey, 035…” you started. He perked up at your voice and hummed, urging you to continue. You stood up and faced him with a blank face. “you can feel whatever your host feels, right?” at that, his eyes widened. He lost his composure for a moment before chuckling. It sounded nervous to you. “Ahaha! what ever do you mean? This body is-” and you were already on him. He jumped out of his chair, it scraping loudly against the floor and falling down, but none paid it mind. “Hey hey wait!” he glanced behind and stumbled at the sight of a creepy, small smile on your blank face.

“It's okay, just one tickle tickle…” you said quietly, creeping closer as he sweat dropped. It wasn't sweat, but his black goo goo shit. It went in waterfalls as he panicked, slipping in his own goo. He looked up in alarm. “just a tickle…” you mumbled, and that was it. He melted on the spot. 

You blinked, staring at him. Even 049 was stunned into silence before turning away, hand on his beak and shoulders shaking. 035 was incredibly embarrassed and wanted to disappear into a black hole at the moment. He couldn't believe that just happened. That was so pathetic of him!! 

You burst out laughing at the sight, slapping your knee. He really didn't want you to tickle him huh. 035 further hid in his goo, furious and appalled at his actions.

"He melted on the spot" I'M CRYING

#🪐 anon #author #answered #ask #not my writing #pansophical pretender #scp 049 #scp 035 #scp #HEHLPHEP