#Hmmm might make more for this au

[pup-pee]

jesus ive been reading this comic 4 like 5 yrs

heres some emilio doodles bc bc idk

emi; “oh tobias! u dont have 2 b flawless 2 b perfect!”

yes im thinking about that 1 panel where tobi was just like “THATS A LIE”

#IF U RECRONIZE ME FROM TT NO U DONT #emilo is not my favorite but he is the most interesting #imo..IMO!!!!!!!!! #also he was my 1st character i went POINT POINT OMG LIKE ME FR!! BUT NOT IN THE WAY UR THINKING #NOT IN THE AY UR THINKING ISTG #more of omg asian mother white father rhats so! #ugh whatever #so glad my father doesnt call me soybean #anyways emilio sparkle sparkle #wolfie u will always ahve my heart #ghost eyes webtoon #ghost eyes #emilio murkmere #puppee art #srs tho emilo is soo interesting 2 me #he makes me hmmm sm #i care sm about him but i also want him 2 fucking get stuck in a fence post #ESPECIALLY WHEN HE INTERACTS W/RUDY OH GOD ITS THE MOST LIKE *SHAKES HIM* Y R U LIKE THISSSS Y R U LIKE THIS?!!!!? #there was a period of time where i considered doing someosrt of ge x dc au thing & i had 2 shut it down bc theyre both 2 fucked up #jk i might still….it will just need a lot of brain power which i dont have #if any1s reading this plspls ge moots i need u i dont go on tt rlly kshfkks #rip my acc the animatic animation things i made were fun kinda wanna make more but hm

[spaceistheplaceart]

Hope u like :)

♡･ﾟ:*｡.:*･ﾟ ❤️ ﾟ･*:.｡*:ﾟ･♡

ooooo I love how sharp he is!!! A very cool contrast to the usual round. I enjoy him... Ur artstyle is awesome!!!

#also like ur sona :) #swap au #other art #maybe this could be like... his second form. trying to figure out how to appear more human... #hmmm might make canon...

[churchydraws]

Red had a really bad mindset because of Violet for a long time that they were barely a person and didn’t deserve to be happy, but when they were out on the streets still one of the things that made them want to keep living was the possibility of things getting better. When the brothers took them in along with Lilac they didn’t want to get their hopes up so they stayed distant and aggressive, hissing and snarling whenever someone got close. This stopped after a few days but they still refused to let themself be happy because they were scared that the brothers would stop being nice and treat them like a tool like Violet did back before they escaped.

It took Eclipse sitting them down and asking them how they thought of Lilac. Red said that Lilac was a good ‘bot, and that they deserved to have a happy and loving family after all the shit Violet put him through. Eclipse asks them who else deserves nice things and Red immediately responds with “You and your brothers.” Eclipse has to say, out loud, that Red also deserves to have a family, and that they’re just as much of a person as the rest of them and hugs them and telling them that he’s gonna make damn sure that they get to be happy to make up for not being there when they were alone (even though he had no control over that but that’s a heart-to-heart for later :) ).

Lilac also has issues, mostly about his self worth and how much of a person they think they are. He didn’t have a lot of autonomy and weren’t allowed to say their own opinions when they were working for Violet, so they often second guess themself and go along with whatever others say even if they don’t like or agree with them. Lunar is the one to tell them that they’re allowed to make their own choices and be their own person as he gives them a hug.

Both talks end in Lilac and Red absolutely melting into the hugs.

#CSS Rambles #celestial siblings show au #celestial siblings show au Lilac #celestial siblings show au Red #hmmm I may draw this later if I can motivate myself #I need to give Lilac some more love first tho. I might just make them a single color #OOOH I COULD MAKE THEM DARK BLUE WITH LIGHT PURPLE SPOTS TO BE LIKE STARS #might also change their body shape to look more like a bear #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show lunar #the sun and moon show lunar #sun and moon show eclipse #the sun and moon show eclipse #churchy talks

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

(first sentence meme)

Now he wasn't saying the place was haunted, but he definitely wasn't not saying it, either.

(fandom and character/au of choice!)

(y'know it's been a minute since i did anything msa... and per usual i'm absolute dogshit at sticking to that sentence limit. honestly i forgot it even existed this time) (src - still open!)

It wasn't just the age—though it was old—but old places weren't inherently haunted, in Arthur's opinion. Sure, every place tended to acquire a sort of... flavor, over time, as they were lived in, but sometimes that vibe was calm. Peaceful.

This place was—not. It was not that, even if Vivi apparently couldn't feel it. It had an almost oppressive air of anger to it, low and simmering, like the old walls were glaring daggers down at them. And it felt... there was this nagging in the back of his head, like something he was forgetting that he should have remembered. Something important about this place. That meant something.

Per usual, though, his vocal complaints were being ignored—until they came to a bigger room. It might have been some kind of theater, once, or a performance hall, or—

Any speculation was cut short when the centerpiece of the room—sparked, immediately making everything else a distantly secondary concern. That feeling of hatred spiked with it, too, sending his heart rate instantly through the roof—and seriously, if Vivi thought he was still making shit up now—

"You've got a lot of nerve, K," a voice echoed around the vast room, "waltzing back in here like nothing's wrong."

The fire—the fire that radiated an entire spectrum of warm colors, edging into a magenta that couldn't be anything natural—coalesced into a form that was starting to look almost—human.

"Your expression says you maybe haven't remembered me yet," it—he says. "That's fine."

He waves one hand, and a whip of fire whirls around the edge of the room, making doors that definitely weren't there before all slam in an almost rhythmic thunk-thunk-thunk.

A pair of neon-white eyes glare like they're trying to burn holes through his skull. It feels almost like they're succeeding.

"I'm more than happy to help remind you."

#the nemesis speaks #swift writes #the nemesis answers #answrs #hmmm ok elaboration. that i came up with mid writing. #this is sort of like a. take on a role scrambled au i've been kicking around for a while but haven't managed to make work yet #the initial conceit was vivimori/lewthur swap but now i think it's going somewhere else #but the main 2 storylines kind of get flipped is what i'm saying. so shiromori's the group member who died and was forgotten #meanwhile lewis and arthur have the vivi vs mori thing. kind of a reincarnation deal and i think they're also like. fated enemies #but arthur's previous instance trapped lewis as a ghost so he couldn't reincarnate again. walked away whistling scot free #...and then arthur stumbled back in ages later to release him #reverb being the mushi to arthur's vivi i think. so it's the one who trapped lew originally #but idk if it goes the other way too idk if mushi is reverb. i might want mystery to do that? haven't yet decided #meanwhile vivi's desperately searching for mori out of both ''where's my friend'' and also a feeling of responsibility #since she dragged them on the ghost hunting trip where they disappeared. #otoh arthur forgot her but they weren't like. together. they were more like siblings. though mori still isn't human i don't think #alright stopping before i hit tag limit

[incorrectjane-andthedragon]

Jane: I love murder mysteries.

Robert, overhearing and wanting to impress her: I've been a suspect in four separate murder cases.

#for some reason this is making me think of a modern au #hmmm #might post more about *that* later #i like how he specifies four *separate* ones #i can picture him making a really weird facial expression while saying it to #like wiggling his eyebrows and everything in a really botched attempt at the flynn ryder smolder #uh anyway #jatd robert #robert jatd #jane jatd #jatd jane #jane turnkey #murder tw #tw murder #murder mention #tw: murder

[dilemmaontwolegs]

For the Love of God(dess) || CL16 {2}

Summary: Greek God/dess AU. You show Charles a part of your world and he shows you a part of his. Warnings: angst, fluff WC: 2.6k Part One || Two

The old stone path should have been worn for all the centuries that it had been used as the entrance to Olympus but it was still as perfect as it was the first time you walked it. Nothing ever changed, not since the war ended and a new hierarchy settled among the gods. For two thousand years nothing had changed in the Eternal City.

“Love, what have you done?” The imposing form of Ares filled the road to your temple, his arms the size of your waist. His molten red eyes barely glanced at the man at your side before snapping back with a double take. “Kàrolos?”

“Uh, so everyone keeps saying,” he answered quietly, his eyes sizing up the God of War as he spoke for the first time since arriving through the portal. “And you are?”

“Intrigued,” Ares said with a smirk. “Good luck.”

The god vanished and Charles rubbed at his head, murmuring, “Fucking weird dream.”

“You’ll wake up soon,” you sighed. It might not be the wake up he expected, but it was coming - you just had to find Athena. “I know someone who can help make sense of this, we just need to get you back to my place first. It’s right over h-” your words froze as turned towards your temple. 

Where grey stone walls had stood, great white pillars of marble rose. Where empty garden beds lay, hundreds of white roses bloomed. 

Your temple had been restored.

“This is your home?” Charles asked, a little awestruck by the sounds of it. It was quite amusing that he walked among the gods but he found beauty in a building of all things.

“Our home.”

“I have a home - in Monaco.”

You opened your mouth to argue but saw the quiet desperation in his features. He was clinging to his humanity and it forced you to remember that this wasn’t the Kàrolos you knew, this was a stranger. The only resemblance they held were their eyes, but they were the window to the soul and they still had the same soul. 

“Let’s just go inside.”

The doors beyond the marble arch swung open on your approach and the interior had changed just as much. The vast room was open to the sunlight and a fountain filled the centre, the sound of bubbling water a calming feature. Open arches led to more rooms but you made your way to the furthest one. 

Charles followed sedately into the bedroom and out onto the balcony that overlooked the city. Above rose the peak which Zeus had claimed, his golden palace glittering beneath Apollo’s sunshine. Below, the forests of Artemis spread far and wide with lush green canopies and the Orlias river winding through it. 

Your palms warmed on the stone railing as you watched a herd of deer pick their way to the river for a drink. “I know you have a million questions and I’m sorry for…everything.”

Charles’ shoulder leaned into yours as he drank in the scenery but he jumped back when an owl swooped in, the spotted wings brushing his cheek. A flash of light burst from the owl and bare feet touched down on the balcony. 

“Hmmm, you have had quite the night, Love,” she said with an appreciative look over Charles. She reached out to his face with a smile and wiggled her fingers. “May I?”

“Why? What are you going to do? Who are you?”

“So many questions,” she laughed. “I am Athena, I am knowledge, and if you want the answers then you will let me touch you.”

He looked to you for help and gods damned if it didn’t make something in your chest hurt before you nodded. He swallowed the fear of the unknown and trusted you as he stepped into her waiting hands. Lightning shattered his brain, blinding him with flashes of images that moved too fast to see. But he knew. Knowledge expanded and exploded in his mind at an exponential rate until he knew everything. Thousands of years of history burned into his retina in less than a second. The history of the gods and goddesses that called this place home. The history of the wars and the destruction it brought. The history of you and everything you lost.

He knew it all. And it hurt more than the pain that splintered his head.

He didn’t even realise he collapsed until he felt the softest mattress dip beneath his weight as you laid him down. Your concerned face appeared above him, the sun catching your hair and weaving a golden halo around the strands. A thought crossed his mind and he laughed, shaking his head.

“What?” you asked curiously as his fingers twitched like he had to fight the urge to reach out to you.

“When we met I thought you looked like a goddess, but of course you do. You are.” He looked to the balcony but the owl had already taken flight back to her palace on the hill. “I’m not him, you know.”

“I know.” The man you loved had died a long time ago. You had your time together, no matter how short, and you had mourned for him. It was time to move on. “I don’t want you to be Kàrolos. I want to learn who you are, Charles.”

“And what if you don’t like who I am?”

“I am the Goddess of Love,” you teased, climbing onto the bed to sit beside him. “My arrows don’t work unless there is compatibility between the souls. Psyche is probably better off explaining that but my power only amplifies what attraction is already there. Can’t say I have been on the receiving end of it before. This will take some getting used to.”

“What will?”

“The want, the need to touch you,” you confessed as you looked down at your hands that gripped the bedspread tightly. “It is difficult to be this close and not reach out.”

Charles frowned. “You loved Kàrolos but you didn’t use an arrow?”

“Not everyone needs an arrow to fall in love. Like I said, it only amplifies. People find love on their own everyday, only some need a little poke in the right direction. Those friends who have been dancing around each other for years, the abused who don’t think they are worthy of being loved, the colleagues who only flirt at work. The fates weave their tapestry with a trillion threads of life and when there is a snag, like two lovers who failed to meet, then I repair it so the loom can continue its creation.”

Charles blinked as he began to understand how complex the roles of the gods were. “Fuck.” 

You laughed and his lips tugged up at the sound. 

“I don’t mind, if you want to touch me,” he admitted quietly, reaching for your hand and unfurling it from the bedding. His hand was larger than yours but your fingers settled between his comfortably and your body sagged with relief. “So what do we do now?”

You shrugged, not exactly knowing the answer yourself. Time was plentiful so there was no rush, but you were eager to find out who it was your heart had been given to. “What do you enjoy?”

Charles’ smile dropped as he suddenly remembered the world he had left behind. “Shit, we need to go back. I have a race this week.”

–

“Breaking News: Peace had been brokered between nations all over the globe in a dramatic turn of events. For more information we will be heading to our correspondent at the United Nations HQ…”

Charles turned off the TV in the hotel but he didn’t miss the way your eyes remained fixed on the screen, or the way your lip wobbled. Crossing the room, he grabbed your hands and bent his knees so you were eye to eye. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my fault,” you whispered through the lump in your throat. “I failed my duties.”

He looked back at the TV where you could still see the breaking news. Peace had come after two thousand years of skirmishes and wars on the mortal plane. There should have never been wars to begin with. 

“That isn’t your fault,” he argued, but he had the knowledge of the gods, he understood how your power worked. The gods were a fragile ecosystem that required balance. You were the balance to Ares’ power and his effect on the world.

“I was weakened when Kàrolos died, I lost half of myself, half of my strength. It left Ares unchecked - of course it is my fault.”

Charles wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck so you couldn’t stare at the TV. “You’re making things right now, that’s what matters.”

“It’s not even me,” you laughed bitterly. “It’s you. I couldn’t do this on my own.”

“Come on,” he said as he started to drag you towards the door.

“Where are we going?”

“You need a distraction, and I know just the thing.” 

Charles drove to the circuit he would be practising on in the morning and it was relatively quiet as he led you through the paddock. A few teenagers excitedly asked for photos with him and you smiled as he stopped to talk with each one. He was so different to Kàrolos. Kàrolos was a warrior, proud and unmoving. Most children gave him a wide berth when they saw the scars that littered his body. It wasn’t in him to idly chatter or placate others, the only soft spot he had was for you. 

“You’re very patient,” you commented as he waved goodbye and continued to the edge of the track. 

He smiled shyly and looked at his shoes as he shrugged. “I try my best to talk to fans, especially when I have the time. Take a few laps with me?”

You followed his gaze to a Ferrari that was parked in the pit lane. “I’ve never been in a car.”

“No, really?” His eyes were wide with disbelief and you laughed at the innocence in those eyes. 

“I go where I want, I’ve never needed to drive.”

He grabbed your hand and excitement flowed through you as he set a quick pace to the car. “Trust me?” he asked as he opened the passenger door.

You were immortal so it didn’t matter if he crashed. Sure, it would hurt but you would eventually heal. But the question felt heavier than just asking if you trusted him not to crash, more that you could trust him to keep you safe. “Yes, I trust you, Charles.”

You slipped into the seat that was moulded to cradle you before he bent down and buckled the clips in for you. His cologne reached your nose at the close proximity and you inhaled deeper as you committed the rich scent to your memory. 

“Is this comfortable?” he asked as he tugged the harness.

“It is…managable.” Restrictive, confined, and claustrophobic came to mind but you didn’t want to worry him as he went around to his side. There was energy in his step that had been missing in Olympus, an ambience that brightened the moment he arrived at the racing track, and you wanted to keep that light in his aura. 

“We’ll take the first one slow,” he promised as he started the engine and gripped the wheel. 

You had flown into battle on the back of a pegasus, you had held onto the fins of charybdis as they raced through Posiden’s domain. Nothing came close to the thrill and the speed of Charles’ car. 

Your heart jumped up your throat as you were thrown back into the seat and then the world around you blurred. Everything faded away except for the window ahead and you didn’t dare blink in case you missed a moment. There were no thoughts on the what ifs of the future, or the regrets of your past. There was only the car, and Charles grinning at you.

“Are you sure this is slow?” you asked with a giddy laugh as the adrenaline reached your head and the initial surprise was erased.

“Hold on, cherie.” The engine roared louder and like a beast it leapt forward. A scream of exhilaration filled the car as Charles lassoed the metal beast and wrangled it through each corner until he finally slowed to return to the pit lane. 

“I finally understand the obsession,” you admitted as he parked back where he had left. Your fingers were almost stiff where they had gripped the harness over your chest and you flexed the feeling back into them before unbuckling it. “I can’t even describe it, but I feel alive - if that makes sense? I can’t think quite clearly now.”

“I understand.” Charles smiled softly and wiped away the stray tear that ran down your cheek from having your eyes wide open for so long. “It’s getting late.”

You climbed out of the car and looked up to see stars dotting the desert night sky. It felt like time stopped while you were in the car but nothing could stop time and it all came rushing back. “Can we do this again?” you asked, a little sheepish at how needy you sounded.

“Of course,” Charles promised, taking your hand as naturally as breathing. “After this race it’s winter break and I am all yours.” He stumbled and caught himself. “I mean, if you want to hang out and, uh, stuff. I don’t have any plans, but if you do we can figure something ou-”

You rose onto your toes and kissed his cheek that was turning pink in the moonlight and he fell silent. “I don’t have any plans either.”

Charles stared at your lips, still feeling the warmth on his cheek and he touched the skin as a smile tugged at his lips and he nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay.” 

“You’re cute,” you said as you felt the urge to kiss his lips next.

His nose wrinkled at the compliment. “Cute?”

“Amongst other things,” you added, biting your lip to keep your other thoughts to yourself. 

He grew confident and curled his finger under your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and pulling it free from your teeth. “You’re beautiful.”

Your lungs refused to work as his head dipped down slowly, giving you time to change your mind. You could still feel the remnants of that thrill in your veins and the charge was electric as you gave into your desire and threw your arms around his neck. The kiss started slowly, hesitation holding you both back as you tasted the chemistry, but it grew deeper as his arms curled around your waist, pulling your bodies flush. 

The track faded away as you spared one last critical thought to teleport back to the hotel room. Charles blinked as he looked around the bedroom, but the surprise turned to a smirk. “That is handy.”

“You can do it too,” you said as your fingers traced the hem of his shirt. “You can just have to picture the image in your mind.”

Cold kissed your skin and you looked down to see your own shirt had disappeared. 

“Holy shit, it worked,” he gasped. “Oh, shit, sorry.”

Your shirt returned in an instant but it was now the same shade of red as his team colours. 

“I wasn’t complaining,” you smirked but the humour dimmed as his hands came to rest on your waist that was still wrapped in red cotton. “We can take it slow, Charles.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I want you, not your regrets. I want you to be ready.” Ready for an eternity together.

Charles sat at the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap. “The first thing you should know about me is I have never been good at going slow,” he admitted as he cupped your cheek and crushed his lips to yours.

#greek gods au #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you

[wave2tyun]

project: matchmaker (teaser)

pairing: classpresident!soobin x reader

genre: highschool!au, late 90's!au enemies to lovers, fluff, slight angst (i'm still deciding whether to make the kiss scene a bit suggestive or not hmmm), inspired by 20th century girl! (but not fully!!)

summary: when your best friend asks you for help to score a date with her newfound crush - and apparent “love of her life” - you, of course, are here to deliver. going through hell and back to gather what she deems vital information for this mission, you constantly feel like something- or rather, someone, is trying to get in your way.

warnings: alcohol consumption, some curse words

word count: 7k (estimated- might end up being a bit more or less)

release date: (hopefully!) by the end of march!!

a/n: this fic just keeps on growing and growing- i haven't written something this long for a while, so i'm a bit nervous amdbjdn honestly still have plenty to go with it, but i've been feeling the need to tease it to maybe keep myself on track with everything!!😼 though please, if this by any chance ends up being delayed, kindly keep in mind that because of uni i've mostly only been writing during weekends😭😭

taglist (open!) - please write a reply under this post or send me an ask if you would like to be added!!<3 if i by any chance forget to add anyone, please do not hesitate to let me know!!

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#wave2tyun #txt #txt fluff #txt x reader #txt fic #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt smau #txt headcanons #txt soobin #soobin fluff #soobin scenarios #soobin fic #soobin x reader #soobin imagines #soobin headcanons

[latherinhoney]

kinktober 2023 day 4 - right here

(heeseung - enhypen)

genre: (non - idol au)

warnings: (18+), (hard smut), (public sex), (y'all fuck in a dressing room), (blowjob), (vaginal penetration), (cum - eating are we surprised?) (slight pervert hee)

1.8k words

a/n: day 4 of kinktober! sorry for the delay but it's finally here. I definitely wrote more then I intended for this one, got a little too into it lmao but as always i hope you guys enjoy and feel free to send requests!

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Heeseung never minded going out shopping with you, and enjoyed spending time out with you no matter the activity. He found it cute the way you lit up talking about your favorite clothing stores and how they always had the cutest items.

 The way you had a smile painted on your face anytime you'd walk into a store and show him items you'd pick up and ask him if he found them cute.

"Hee? Do you find these cute?" 

 Though one of his favorite stores to go with you was when you went shopping for lingerie. Although it felt awkward walking around the store with you considering he was the only guy in a girl's underwear store he made sure to only keep his focus on you. He could feel some stares on his back and some girls doing a double take but he tried his best to not give off "creep" vibes. 

"Hee? Do you think might be too cheeky?" You ask as you hold up with underwear in the air inspecting the material. 

"Hmmm no? Matter a fact I think they'd look great on you" 

"You think so? I think I'll try them on then"  you said throwing them into the basket and continuing to look through the rest. 

Heeseung continued watching you pick and choose through the clothing items, occasionally giving his opinion when you would ask for it. Though he loved this part because it meant he got to help you choose which bottoms you'd buy and knowing he'd be able to see them on your body later. 

The thought of how'd you look in the underwear, with how little fabric it'd be covering was enough to turn him on. He wouldn't hesitate to pull them off of you and keep them as a souvenir for later. 

"Hee?" You call to him "Heeseung?" 

He snaps out of his trance and looks over at you, his face slightly flushed. You thought it was a little weird but just dismissed it. 

"I'ma go try these on, okay baby?" Pulling up the basket to your face to show him the amount of clothes you had picked out. 

"Oh yeah" he clears his throat a bit "for sure lemme go with you I'll stand outside the fitting room" He says as he follows you to the dressing rooms. 

There he watches you go knock on a couple doors before finding an empty dressing room. 

"I'll be done soon!" You smile over at him before shutting the door. As you lock the door you remember finding it a bit strange that Heeseung had a flushed look on his face when you were trying to catch his attention. You shrugged it off and then started undressing to try on the clothes. 

Heeseung sat outside on the bench facing the fitting rooms waiting for you to be done. "Fuck, she got me" he whines to himself as he remembers the look you gave him when you tried catching his attention. He groans and adjusts himself on the seat waiting for you to be done. 

But he can't help as the thoughts start slipping into his mind again. You in those underwear that didn't leave much up to the mind for interpretation, he could feel himself start to get hard. His cock making a slight tent in his pants. 

He's getting horny at the thought of you in the dressing room and needs to fuck into you so badly. He positions himself up and looks around, checking if anyone is nearby and so far he doesn't see anyone. It's now or never so he gets up and knocks on your dressing room door. 

Confused, you wonder why there's someone knocking at your dressing room door. 

"Hee?" You call out "is that you?" 

"Yes baby" he whispers "let me in I need to tell you something" 

Still confused you unlock the door and as soon as you unlock it, he pushes into the room immediately shutting the door behind him and locking it.

"HEESEUNG" you whisper shout "what are you doing?? Are you crazy" 

"Sorry baby I couldn't take it anymore" he looks at you as you glance him palming his hard cock 

"Oh"

He immediately leans into you kissing you hard, his kisses are breathy and filled with lust. You lean into him to further deepen the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip. You both pull away his eyes blown out with lust and hunger. 

"Fuck baby" he grunts out continuing to kiss you. "I couldn't stop thinking about how you'd look in these" he says pulling at the underwear. "I need you, now" 

He throws clothes from the bench onto the floor and spreads his lap open, motioning for you to come forward. He undos the button on his pants and slides them down. His cock pressing hard against his boxers with a slight wet spot on them already. 

You go towards him and drop down onto your knees. Pulling his boxers down his cock springs out, stiff and leaking precum. He pulls your hair to the side and lets you position your mouth. 

You lick the tip, cleaning up the precum and he hisses at the feeling. 

"Stop teasing baby" 

You open your mouth and enter his length in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock and then lick alongside his length. He groans at the feeling, whispering curses under his breath. You hollow out your mouth avoiding using teeth and bob up and down his cock making sure to hit the bottom of his length.

"Fuckfuckfuck baby" he groans 

" I don't think I'ma last much longer" he whimpers out bucking his hips into your mouth.

 You gag at the feeling of him repeatedly hitting the back of your throat but you let him. You come up for a breather and open your mouth letting a glob of spit fall onto the tip and continue sucking his cock. He's a moaning mess above you and keeps cursing under his breath. He keeps fucking into your mouth at a ruthless pace, you can feel your throat tighten around him trying not to gag again but the vibrations of your throat sends him to his peak. 

"fuck hhmhm coming baby" he grunts as he shoots his thick load into your mouth. 

He continues fucking himself into your mouth as he comes down from his high. You pull off from him swallowing his load and coming up to give him a kiss. He deepens the kiss, tasting himself on your lips. 

"Fuck baby that was good, now come here and sit on my cock" he says repositioning himself on the seat.  

Once he repositions himself, he manspreads making room for you to sit. You feel a bit nervous, worried that someone is going to overhear you guys in the dressing room. Heeseung can see the worry on your face 

"Don't worry to baby" he whispers "we'll make this quick I promise" reassuring you 

You take a deep breath in and feel a little bit better. You'd never done anything like this before and was worried you guys would get caught but you couldn't lie and say it didn't turn you on a little bit. 

You shuffle over to Heeseung kicking the clothes that he threw onto the floor to the side. Then position yourself ontop of Heeseung's lap, clothed pussy right on top of his hard cock. 

"Mhhh I've been waiting to take these off" he mumbles as he slowly slides the underwear off of you, your breath hitching as you feel the cool air on your cunt. 

"Fuckkk" he moans out seeing your naked bottom half on top of him. 

He can feel you getting wetter as you rub your pussy on top of his cock. He stops you as he lifts you up a bit so he can reposition his cock and as soon as he repositions it, you sink down on his cock. Both of you gasping at the feeling and enjoying the sudden fullness in your stomach. 

"Fuck hee" you moan as you start bouncing up and down his cock "you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna go insane" as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

 He bottoms out into you and you can feel yourself gripping onto his arms. 

"Oh my god" you whimper as he starts hitting your sweet spot over and over again. 

Heeseung's mind was going a hundred, with the way your walls felt when you first sunk down onto his cock and how your walls now were tightly gripping him. With the way he was feeling he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. 

Heeseung kept fucking into you aggressively, loving the way your face looked in it's fucked out state. He grabbed your ass and slightly repositioned himself so you could take him even deeper. 

The new position had you throwing your head back tightly gripping onto his chest. 

"Mmmh fuck Hee that feels so good don't stop please" you say panting out. 

You knew you weren't going to last much longer the way you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. It felt almost too good, the way his cock slid in and out of you. Heeseung could feel his peak approaching especially with the way you were clamping down on him. It was approaching fast and he was desperate for release

"Fuck baby, i'm gonna cum" Heeseung whimpers 

"Me too, fuck" You groan out to him 

"Fuckfuckfuck i-im coming baby" 

He moans out as he bucks his hips into you, riding out his high 

"Fuck that's it baby, take my cum let me stuff you full with it" he grunts as finishes riding out his high. 

"Fuck Heeseung mhm coming" you whimper out coming onto his cock. 

He continues fucking into as you ride out your high. His cock is sensitive and overstimulated but he doesn't care as long as you can finish riding out your high. 

"Mmmh hee stop please" you say as come down from your peak feeling overstimulated from him still fucking into you. 

He stops and you both lean in to kiss each other, hungry for one another. 

"Fuck" he pants out smiling, "that was so good, I wanna go another round" he pouts 

"You're crazy" you laugh "get out of the dressing room so we can leave already" you lightly smack him 

He laughs pulling you off from his lap, groaning from the loss of you on top of him. As he pulls you off his lap, cum starts leaking down your leg and quickly grabs your underwear and slides them back. You can feel his cum drench your underwear enjoying the feeling of having it still inside of you. 

"Alright I'm getting out, get dressed quickly" Heeseung blurts out "So we can go for round two at home" he smirks opening the door "oh and I'm keeping these" he says holding up the pair of underwear you had first tried on now ruined 

"Get out" you laugh and he quickly leaves. You quickly slip your clothes back on and grab your stuff and leave the dressing room, praying no one heard you guys. 

#enhypen smut #heeseung #heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #kinktober 2023 #kinktober enhypen #kpop smut #enhypen imagines #heeseung x reader

[peachdues]

THE BITTER & THE SWEET (PART 1 TEASER)

RENGOKU X F!ICE HASHIRA SECRET PREGNANCY AU

A/N: the second most-voted teaser option from my 2K Milestone Event is here!

A sneak peek of a scene in Part I in which the Ice Pillar suspects something might be off about her health lately (hmmm I wonder what it could be?)

CW: 18+ • not super explicit smut, but still descriptive • things get hot and heavy • Reader’s eggo is preggo but she doesn’t know it yet

Enjoy equally horny and protective/worried Kyojuro in this, you fiends!

She’d felt the beginnings of another blasted migraine the moment she’d opened her eyes, groaning at the incessant brightness of the afternoon sunlight that beamed through her window.

Like all of her previous head pains, it had started as a dull ache on the right side of her skull. Y/N had assumed that she’d only need to drink water and eat something small in order to prevent the headache becoming so severe that she could not rouse herself from bed.

Kyojuro had already been in the process of dressing, humming merrily to himself across the room as he shook his uniform shirt free of any wrinkles. He’d noticed her wince as she sat up from her spot on the futon, clutching the blanket to her bare chest.

“Is your head causing you pain again?” He’d asked, frowning as the Ice Pillar nodded, her eyes screwed shut as she leaned forward to brace her head between her knees.

Kyojuro pursed his lips, though Y/N knew precisely what the Flame Pillar was thinking, because it was what he’d been telling her for weeks.

Something was wrong.

Y/N had never been so persistently exhausted in her life. It was a given, in their profession, that the frequency with which their bodies were pushed beyond the limits of ordinary man meant that there would be times when she would eventually crash and be forced to rest, but this wasn’t one of them.

She’d hardly taken a mission in the last few weeks. Rather, the Ice Pillar had been spending the majority of her nights on patrol, keeping a practiced ear and eye trained for signs of anything nefarious, of which there had been little.

And even those patrols had been wearing her out more than usual, with Y/N hardly making it through the front gates of her manor before crumpling against the Flame Pillar as he waited for her.

But Y/N did not want to concern her lover, as she knew that Kyojuro was especially sensitive to threats of illness, given everything he’d endured with his mother as a boy.

“Perhaps I’ve been over-exerting myself,” Y/N said lightly, stretching to conceal her wince as she felt another sharp stab in her temple. She added, slyly, “After all, we didn’t get quite as much rest this morning as we likely needed.”

Kyojuro raised his eyebrow at her, a smirk forming on his sensual lips even though his cheeks tinged a faint pink at what she implied. For despite all of exhaustion she’d felt upon arriving home earlier that morning, Y/N had not protested when her flame-haired lover stealthily entered through her slightly-open bedroom window to slide into her futon beside her. Nor had she any complaints when she felt his lips begin to trace up her bare spine, his hands tugging the blankets away from her hips as he promised he’d do all the work, before sliding into her from behind.

Of course, his demonstration of care and consideration for her comfort had only made her need for him grow with every lovingly deep push of his hips against her backside. And so, the moment she’d felt Kyojuro’s hot seed spill across her lower back, she’d flipped them over, effortlessly sheathing him back inside her heat as her walls still pulsed with her previous climax, and began to ride him.

Really, she shouldn’t have been surprised that she was a little dehydrated after the morning’s activities.

Her words apparently struck a chord, as Kyojuro slowly approached the side of the futon, his eyes simmering with a heat that made her thighs clench together. “Then perhaps I should stay at my estate tonight,” his voice was low, almost a purr, as he knelt on the soft padding of her bed, his hands braced dangerously close to where she lay beneath the blankets, still nude. “After all, I don’t want to be the reason the Corps’ beautiful Ice Pillar is unable to tend to her duties.”

His eyes were pools of molten ore as they raked over her. Kyojuro’s nose brushed against hers, and Y/N found herself tilting her face up, the anticipation of his kiss sending tingles down her spine.

“Is that what you want, Y/N?” He murmured, and he ducked around her waiting mouth in favor of grazing the underside of her jaw with his nose, his lips just ghosting over the exposed length of her neck, as he inhaled her scent. “For me not to come to you tonight?”

Her eyes slid closed as she felt Kyojuro’s lips skim over to the hollow base of her throat, where he pressed one, gentle kiss, chuckling gently against her skin as he felt her pulse quicken beneath his mouth.

Y/N found it was easy to forget the piercing pain in her skull when Kyojuro made her whole body thrum with want, as he shifted over her, his considerable, strong thighs braced on either side of her hips. He fell forward, careful to keep most of his weight off her as he caught himself, his arms coming to rest on either side of her head, as he rolled his groin once against hers.

Y/N gasped at the contact, for even between the layers of his hakama pants and her blankets, she could feel the warmth of his desire for her, against her thigh.

Still bracing most of his weight on his arms, Kyojuro lowered himself, push-up style, to graze his lips against hers, pushing himself back up when she tried to deepen the kiss, a teasing smirk tugging at his mouth as she let out a frustrated little whine.

Fine. If he wanted to play, then so be it.

“It might be a good idea,” she pretended to concede, relishing the way his eyebrow rose in surprise. “After all, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep alone, stark naked, and with every window and door of my manor wide open-“

Y/N did not get to complete her taunt as Kyojuro’s mouth slanted harshly over hers with a low growl, his hips pressing firmly down against hers as he pinned her beneath his body. Moaning against his lips, Y/N squirmed beneath him to let her thighs to fall open to him, allowing him to settle between her legs as he pressed his hardening length right against where she needed him most, and ground once.

“Careful, my flame,” Kyojuro exhaled against her lips as he broke their kiss for air. “Do not start what you cannot finish.”

Kyojuro moved to press a slow, open mouthed kiss against the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point and making her whine as he pushed his stiffened cock right against the most sensitive point between her thighs.

Y/N whimpered as she bucked her hips up into his, desperate for him to relieve her of the bubbling fire he’d stoked between her legs. She was about to reach for his belt and demand he take her rough, and quick, when he pulled back, his weight disappearing from her entirely as he rose off the futon.

A warm finger curled under her chin and tilted her face up towards him, as Kyojuro answered her indignant glare with a smug grin of his own. “Because you know how I like to take my time with you.”

Y/N threw the futon covers off her naked form, and a part of her was pleased at the way the Flame Pillar’s stare darkened at the sight of her breasts and bare core, her lover firmly turning his back to her as he continued to get ready, though she could see the tips of his ears were bright red.

Without the distraction of Kyojuro’s lips and body, the throb in her head amplified once more, and Y/N had to press her hand against her mouth to fight off the sudden wave of nausea that slammed into her as the room began to tilt. She closed her eyes taking two, steadying breaths before opening them again, the walls around her thankfully no longer moving.

Y/N finally stood, shrugging one of Kyojuro’s yukata’s that laid on her futon over her shoulders to cover her bare form before moving to seek out the stash of medicinal tea Shinobu had made for her to help combat particularly bad migraines. But the moment she’d fastened the belt around her waist, the pain in her skull had amplified, going from a dull, nagging ache to a sharp, blinding pain, that made her stumble.

Kyojuro’s attention snapped to where his lover stood near her bedroom door, swaying precariously as her hand raised to the right side of her head, clutching at it weakly. With a tiny oh! Y/N’s knees buckled beneath her. She would have dropped to the floor had Kyojuro not lunged across the room to catch her, ensnaring her safely in his arms as he lowered them to the ground, Y/N’s full weight supported against him.

“Y/N!” Kyojuro’s hand found the side of her face, now flushed and warm as her teeth ground against another dizzying lash of pain. Warm hands gripped under her knees as the Flame Pillar maneuvered her across his lap, so that she was braced bridal-style against his thighs as he knelt on the floor. “Can you hear me?”

She realized that her eyes were still tightly shut as she panted through the stabbing sensation behind her eyes, a dull ring echoing in her ears. Y/N didn’t trust herself not to scream if she relaxed her jaw, so she only nodded, her fingers fisted tightly in her hair.

“I’m taking you to Kocho’s,” Kyojuro’s voice had an authoritative severity that she’d only ever heard him use on lower-ranked slayers, or in battle with demons. “I will carry you there myself-“

“No!” Y/N gasped out, her other hand coming to fist his weakly at the front of his uniform shirt. “You have other duties that need your attention — I can go myself, I’ll be fine.”

The hand Kyojuro had braced at her waist tightened. “Duties be damned,” his voice was harsh, even though the hand that cupped her face was not. “You are my priority.”

Though the splitting pain in her head muddled most of her thoughts, it was not enough to dull the weight of his words — what it would mean, for them both, if Kyojuro showed up to the Butterfly Mansion with her in his arms, wearing his yukata, and having to explain how he’d managed to catch her before she’d wiped out on her bedroom floor.

Why he’d been in her bedroom at all.

But the throbbing in her skull was so strong, had rendered her so weak, that Y/N found herself about to concede and allow him to expose their secret to the Insect Hashira — and thus, to the Corps at large — when a piercing shriek sounded across the room by her open window.

“CAW!” Both Pillars winced at the cry of the crow from where it sat perched on the window sill. “Lord Rengoku! Your presence is urgently requested in the North!”

“Fuck,” a rare curse fell from the Flame Pillar’s mouth, as he turned his attention back down to his lover, “It can wait, you’re more important —“

But Y/N was already shaking her head, planting her feet against the floor as she began trying to rise unsteadily. “It can’t, and you know it.”

Her legs shook slightly as she stood, Kyojuro rising with her, his arm locked securely around her waist as he helped lift her up.

Y/N swayed slightly, her hand returning to clutch her head as she fought to maintain her balance. Kyojuro kept his hands on her, warm and steady, but firm. Though her eyes were closed, Y/N could sense the war that waged within him, torn between his duty to the Corps, and his devotion to her.

The ache in her head had eased somewhat, and weakly, Y/N lifted her hand to his, Kyojuro’s clasping tightly around hers.

“Go,” she said, and when his eyes lifted to hers, she saw the anguish roiling within — and the slightest trace of fear for her. “I’ll get to Kocho’s just fine. I promise.”

A tortured look passed over his face, but he nodded. Kyojuro brought their joined hands to his mouth, his lips pressing hard against her fingers.

“I will be back as soon as I can,” he promised, lips whispering against her hand. “If I have not returned by the time you’ve seen Kocho, or if anything changes, send a crow.” His hand squeezed around her in pleading. “Promise me, Y/N.”

She nodded, rallying her strength to give him a faint smile. “I promise.”

Kyojuro exhaled slightly as he ducked down, brushing his lips twice against hers. “If you need me, I will be there. I will cross any distance,” he vowed. He kissed her hand where it was joined with his once more before he pulled away. “I’ll see you soon.”

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[yandere-daydreams]

hmmm thinking about sex doll au kazuha. Or maybe like a kazuha and a scaramouche (harbinger line) living together. They’d bicker (?) but i’d be more like Scara complaining about lack of attention and kazuha just smiles and nods while grasping your hand ever tighter.

tw - unhealthy relationships, possessiveness, and implied nsfw.

it doesn't even have to be Harbinger!Scara, honestly. you could just be someone eager enough to have one of the few cross-collection pairs that, after realizing your Kuzuha might get a little lonely when you leave him at home, you're simply forced to bring home a brand new, top-of-the-line Wanderer to keep him company on the rare occasion you go out without your beloved companion droid. they're not an official pair like Yae Miko and Ei or Ninnguang and Beidou, but they look good together, and Teyvat's featured them side-by-side enough advertising to give fans the impression that they'd be getting their money's worth if they paid for a matching set. and, to be fair, they weren't wrong - there's nothing technically wrong with either of your bots.

it's just that there may have been some... oversight in the development process, some line of code that wasn't erased as thoroughly as it should've been. Kazuha's tried to explain it, tried to describe what it feels like to have the emotions attached to a memory but not the memory itself, but your Kuni (what you hastily renamed him when 'Wanderer' proved to be a little awkward on the tongue) refuses to comment on the issue and you never really grasped how a robot could have memories at all, let alone amnesia. all that's left is that knee-jerk aggression; a second of bared teeth with Kuni rests his hand on top of yours, a sudden quirk to Kazuha's easy smile when your attention shifts to Kuni. it's a mutual hostility, too. Kuni's naturally the type to pick a fight when he doesn't need to, but when it comes to Kazuha, he tends to carry himself with a sort of smugness, like he knows something the two of you don't. it's the most apparent when he has you at his mercy, when Kazuha's face is buried between your legs and there's no one to stop him from cupping your cheek and making you look at him - just at him - as he mutters something about forgotten pasts and avoidable tragedies you can barely hear over the sound of Kazuha's mouth working at you. as much as you wish he wouldn't be so greedy with you, whatever he says always does seem to make Kazuha that much more, uh, eager to please.

you can only really be thankful it hasn't gotten physical, yet. if you didn't know better, you'd think they were only ever a few seconds from tearing each other apart.

#sex doll au #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scaramouche #yandere wanderer #yandere kazuha

[faeryarchives]

when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace trappola x f!reader)

summary: the rising streamer ace trappola has always been teased by his friends and fans about his failed relationships - that is until one certain stream where each and everyone of them were proven wrong.

note: ok i had this idea at 1 in the morning i was like 'hmmm what if we make a streamer series for twst?' and its just full of fluff and crack like no magic au + everyone is just normal

recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & so what are we? & in sickness and in health

it was around saturday midnight when everyone should be asleep, but ace trappola decided it was a good time to stream a horror game out of all possible games he could play with his friends. they all started as friends before starting the game but i fear he might have none after the stream.

"crabby, where are you~?" the sound of floyd humming through the mic sent shivers down the boy's back as he tried hiding from the hunter. "it's so funny to see floyd just have this tunnel vision to kill ace." jamil's smooth voice rang out, obviously amuse how the scene was unfolding. 

"oh flooooyd! ace is hiding in the house with the telephone!"

"i hate all of you, after this game i am blocking everyone!" seeing him become the victim in the game and everyone turning on against him, his fans flood the live stream chat with laughing emojis and 'take the l'.

"ace, become a good bait while we fix the car." he heard ruggie and deuce laugh at his misery before their characters ran opposite his direction.

"okay who is the one that said floyd should be the hunter this round? hey, hey, hey! stop chasing after me- am i the only player in this game?! epel is right here!" in an act of desperation, ace tried to hide behind epel's character instead but only to receive massive damage when the attack hit him instead.

"eh... but guppy-chan isn't even trying to run away, which is boring!"

"wait, really?" he then stopped running. ace turned to face the hunter's character, trying to see if floyd would actually kill him, only to notice something wrong a little too late. "heh, gotcha,"  ace screamed into his mic, watching his character gets stuck in the tree and meet his demise as floyd split him into half literally. the words 'you died' appeared on the streamer's screen. 

gloomurai: wow you are so great in this game 🤣

"i see you idia-senpai! it's not my fault they all turned against me!"

wani-sama🔧: it's your karma for selling them out to ruggie last game

"yeah, yeah... well, i'm always the last one to get caught, so this can be pretty relaxing." the streamer smirked as he watched from deuce's point of view where he is currently lost in the woods. 

"i get to watch them die but knowing floyd he might quit mid-game." to used to being the first one out, ace sighed, switching from one point of view to another. bored ou of his mind, he looked at the corner of his screen, ace looked at the comments curiously as they try suggesting things.

muscle-red: why don't you do a q and a while waiting then?

"question and answer? don't you guys basically know me already?" ace looked at the screen intently, contemplating whether he should do it.

"fucking viper i swear!" suddenly someone joined the call causing ace to jump in surprised, only to realize it was ruggie. 

"how did you die?"

"jamil betrayed me because we thought it was a four-seater car. it turns out it was only two!" hearing this, ace turned to jamil's point of view and snickered about how he and epel got chased by the sneaky eel. "welcome to the dead club."

as if he could imagine his senior rolling his eyes at his words, he smirked smugly - karma does bite back hard. "hardy har... what were you doing? i heard something about a question and answer?"

"chat wants me to have another q and a portion, what more do i have to tell you guys?"

cowabunga: how is the search for your beloved mwishxr: there is no use in asking that 

"search for my beloved? hey!"

"shishishi! even your viewers are against you!"

it's a running joke in ace's community on how he was immediately dump by his ex girlfriend one week after dating. it wasn't like he wanted to share the story - he shared it as a batsu game after losing a round of uno. usually, when asked about his search for a girlfriend, ace would get all red and try to defend himself from the single until he became old allegations.

but today was surprising because not only did he not become all flustered and defensive - ace trappola looked smug even as he leaned his head into his palm and laughed.

"hmm, i wonder about that?" from behind, ace could hear approaching footsteps stopping next to him, and the live stream chat went wild and even ruggie who was looking at ace's stream right now watched with wide eyes as someone who was wearing the streamer's well-known sweater stood beside him.

"what the fuck?!"

gloomurai: ?!?!? muscle-red: what is with the sudden plot twist wani-sama🔧: WAIT wani-sama🔧: IS THAT-?!

"heya (nickname)~" ace hummed, turning his gaming chair facing your direction, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he grinned at you ever so cheekily. "you're late!"

"what are you five? i don't even know why you want me to come over." you rolled your eyes, trying to push him away playfully, only to run your fingers through his hair and chuckle.

seeing him lazily smiling at you causes you to succumb to your urge to pinch his cheeks - hard, making ace cry out in pain. before you could even ask another question, you saw something flash at the corner of your eye causing you to look at his monitor - realizing that he is still streaming. while holding onto you. and he not even on mute!

"this is all your plan, wasn't..." holding his face in your hands, ace could only laugh and nod, his hand quickly pulling you down, making you sit on his lap as he proudly present you to everyone. "as you can see, i am not hopeless anymore!"

wani-sama🔧: WHAT ARE YOU DOING SIS?!

"how is it possible i could hear sebek through the screen..." you sigh, leaning your back on ace and waved at the camera so casually as if the chat and ruggie weren't surprised at all.

"i just want to say to chat that ace didn't have my family in hostage." with you hand wrapped around his, you put up up and showed it to the camera. "and he is stuck with me."

hearing at just what you said made everyone in the chat go insane erupting into numerous emoji and something with the lines of 'oh my god he is not lying!' or just exclamation but nothing beats the reaction of your friends.

"(name) you settled for a guy like him?!" you could hear ruggie's surprised voice through your boyfriend's headset and honestly, you were contemplating if you would agree or just laugh it off.

"what can i say? sometimes, idiots have their charms."

jamil-viper: i can't believe you got (name) of all people... deuce-spade: oh thank god i don't have to keep it a secret anymore. wani-sama🔧: YOU KNEW?! epel-felmier: i think that's the effect of not our gc !!

the stream goes on with ace finally having his bragging rights and the twitter stans going crazy about the sudden girlfriend reveal. oh well, karma does hit back hard doesn't it?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #twst ace #faeryarchives #a.heartslabyul

[diorsluv]

feather , part 10

“ i’m saying ‘no, no, no, no more’ ”

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→ jackhughes 🗣️🗣️

→ yourusername whatever helps you sleep at night

next chapter notes ) i’m actually grinding these chapters out it’s insane this one was really fun to make, esp the second post 😈😈 and also no booker this time so i hope yall like it a bit more lmaooo

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jamie drysdale #trevor zegras #jack hughes #cole caufield #alex turcotte #mark estapa #ethan edwards #dylan duke #mackie samoskevich #rutger mcgroarty #adam fantilli #luca fantilli

[nolita-fairytale]

Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part six

part five | masterlist | part seven

your third trimester & meeting baby bear

your third trimester fatigue really starts to set it, rendering a slow-down on you and carmy's sex-a-palooza (era coined & named by @starbritestarlite). the less-than-desirable symptoms come back: extreme fatigue, smell/food sensitivities, and your back and feet are almost always tired/sore.

sugar insists on throwing you a baby shower, and you let her because you know how happy it makes her. you can't believe she actually wants to throw (and host) the party, even though she has a fourteen-month old, but like she said, she insists. sydney offers to cater it and with that addition, you and sugar are both game.

it's there at the baby shower that sugar finds she's pregnant AGAIN and sydney cannot fathom what she must've done in a past life to deserve two pregnant best friends who can't even drink.

sugar gets pastries from your favorite bakeries around the city: marcus' croissants, mochi donuts decorated like baby bears, cupcakes, while sydney takes care of the rest of the food. it's the sweetest thing and carmy is grateful yet a little overwhelmed by the huge celebration that sugar has orchestrated because you swear she's invited everyone you and carmy have ever known.

most sundays when you host brunch at your place, you whip up a great brunch spread and fantastic playlist, and after all of your guest are done, you and carmy spend the afternoon napping, making out, and dreaming up the rest of your life together.

i'd just like to reiterate the pregnant people in overalls concept because i did in fact go to a ceramic sale and see so many pregnant people in overalls. it's a thing. it's a vibe. i'm not sorry. just picture it: you, pregnant in overalls, painting the second bedroom and turning it into a nursery. you and carmy tag team this huge diy project. while you paint, carmy can't stop checking in: "are you sure you're supposed to be around these paint fumes? you feeling okay? you want to sit down, sweetheart? how's baby bear?" and it's so endearing that he's worried but you're having fun doing this with him and you'd really like for him to stop worrying for a second.

shopping. for. baby. clothes. one day you come home from the office with a tiny little denim baby jacket. "i know baby bear won't be able to wear it for a while but..." and carmy is just in tears.

baby bear pajamas. baby bear bed sheets. baby bear wall decals. baby bear everything.

one day when carmy has a night off, he's made dinner for you by the time you get home from the office. while you insist on doing the dishes, he cuddles up with you on the couch later that night. without warning, he begins giving you a foot massage, and it's the best one you've ever gotten. "baby, if you ever decide to change careers, you might have a future in massage." he blushes, reluctant to tell you, but inevitably shares that pete took him to a prenatal massage class. you are speechless. "i'm sorry. you went to a prenatal massage class with pete?! better not let richie find out." but all of your teasing falls by the wayside as you more than happily accept his foot and back rubs night after night.

on top of talking to baby bear, you and carmy begin reading to baby bear. you buy baby bear a few children's books to start and while you prefer to read them to baby bear, carmy has another idea. one afternoon when you fall asleep, he begins reading (and commenting) on a few cookbooks he's owned for most of his career. things like: "hmmm that seems like a little too much salt." and "2 oz of carrots, shredded, then pickled with-. would you pair carrots with jicama for an escabeche, baby bear?" some days you pretend you're still sleeping just to hear him do it because it truly is the most precious thing you've ever heard in your life.

carmy is terrified that he'll be a bad dad, considering his dad left and his mom is... his mom and freaks out one day. in an effort to calm him down, you finally admit that you've been listening to him read to baby bear when you fall asleep. "a man that a works on a recipe with his unborn kid... that's dad material if i've ever seen it." while he still has his worries and anxieties, it makes him feel loads better when you remind him that more than anything, you believe in him.

when you go into labor, carmy drops everything to get to the hospital as soon as possible. while not planned or preferred, you end up having to have a c-section with baby bear. it's the strangest experience (did you know they literally have to take your organs out to get to the baby?!?!?!) and it's not what you pictured, but the minute you hear baby bear cry, it doesn't matter. it is emotional: army is crying and you're crying and baby bear is crying, and you both know your lives have just changed forever.

"welcome to the world, josephine antonia berzatto," you whisper as you hold your baby girl in your arms for the very first time.

a/n: my heart exploded writing that last part. rip to me.

in a wild turn of events, i WILL be writing a 'your life with baby bear' headcanon for this series NEXT, and then eventually a 'carmy as a dad/you and carmy as parents' headcanon.

i forgot to add... i just want to say that @carmensberzattos did in fact call it, insisting that baby bear be called antonia. which is insane considering in season 2 we learned that carmy's middle name is anthony. and that's on being psychic. name was edited bc it flowed better this way!!

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #comfort and chaos #still into you #make my heart surrender #Carmy as your baby daddy #social media au

[dreadsuitsamus]

Family | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

author's note: i love family man kakashi and i'm not sorry!! papashi has me in a chokehold, and i love, love, love writing these domestic au's that aren't entirely romance centered. this can be read as a standalone but serves as a follow-up to blessings

pairing: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: light angst, modern au, naruto and sasuke are adopted

"Incoming." Kakashi says lazily from his spot on the couch, watching out of the window as the school bus drops the kids off right in front of the house.

You smile to yourself in the kitchen, already having plated the sliced apples with a spoonful of peanut butter, plus some quartered string cheese sticks onto paper plates. Your boys are always hungry coming home from school, and lord forbid if you were running just a bit late.

The front door bursts open and your two second-grade sons, Naruto and Sasuke, rush inside. Naruto immediately jumps onto his father, his laughter bright when he starts to receive tickles from Kakashi's nimble fingers.

"Pa!" He shrieks, wiggling around and fruitlessly attempting to get away.

"Whaaaaat?" Kakashi snickers, still tickling his blond boy. "I thought you wanted to say hi to your Pa? This is hello!"

While Kakashi and Naruto play on the couch, Sasuke sulks into the kitchen. He's quiet as he sits at the table and pushes his plate aside to set his homework down, putting down two worksheets and his pencil pouch; his face is unreadable as he starts reading the instructions. He's a very diligent student already, which doesn't really surprise you much, so you smile and set down a pouch of fruit juice.

"Good afternoon, honey." You press a sweet smooch to his forehead. "How was school today?"

"S'okay." He mutters.

"Mm, alright." You give him another kiss and head back to the sink of dishes you'd put together to wash before your sons came home. Sasuke was always more reserved than Naruto, yet the feeling that something's wrong creeps up your back. You can't figure a way to explain it that makes sense— but you know your boy better than anyone else, even his father. Something is eating at him.

"Naruto, darling, come eat your snack and start your homework please!" You call out, and his speedy footsteps start rushing to the kitchen. Before sitting down, Naruto slings his backpack under the table and rushes to you, hugging the back of your legs.

"Thanks, Momma!"

Goodness you can't help the swell of your heart every time he calls you that. "You're very welcome, sweetheart. Go on now, before your juice gets warm."

Naruto runs to the table and immediately starts working on his snack, whereas Sasuke is diligently practicing his handwriting worksheet, snack forgotten. For his age he has incredible handwriting, unlike his brother's absolute chicken scratch. Hell, you think he just might have you beat too.

"Where's my snack?" Kakashi hums while walking into the kitchen, placing his hands on your hips and kissing just behind your ear. You chuckle softly and continue scrubbing a plate while your husband works his nimble fingers where your thighs and hips meet, ghosting his lips along the back of your neck.

"Hmmm, something tells me it's not in the kitchen."

"On the contrary, yes it is." He nips your neck sharply, smooching the same spot with a small, apologetic kiss.

"You want my apple, Pa?" Naruto asks, suddenly at your side, holding up an apple.

"Sure do, kiddo." Kakashi picks up Naruto, kissing his cheek before opening his mouth up for Naruto to place the apple into his mouth. He returns Naruto to the table and fishes his homework from his bag, setting it out in front of him as he finishes the bite. "I also want you to get these worksheets done."

Naruto pouts, but Kakashi pulls a chair to sit beside him. "Come on, they'll be quick and easy, and then you'll get to go play before dinner."

"Okay, Pa!" Naruto gets a pencil from his orange pencil pouch, and from there he and his father tackle the handwriting worksheet.

You finish the dishes and wipe off the counters, listening as Kakashi and Naruto work on the little one's homework. Your heart is always full in these moments, the ones where Kakashi can quickly transfer between husband and father with ease and be the man he's needed to be at any given time. He's the perfect man for this family.

Sasuke is just finishing his work up, neatly placing the worksheets into his folder and packing it back into his bookbag for safekeeping. You smile at your son when his eyes meet yours. "You didn't eat your snack, honeybunch."

"Not hungry." He sulks away and starts heading upstairs.

You frown and look back at your husband, whose eyes are met with yours. He nods in the direction of the stairs, his silver hair falling in front of his face. You sigh and begin heading upstairs to talk to Sasuke, Kakashi and Naruto's voices fading with each step upwards.

"Pa, you need a haircut!"

"You think so?"

"Uh-huh."

"Hmm, maybe you're right."

With a careful sigh as you walk to Naruto and Sasuke's room, your eyes sparkle in amusement at the various signs they made for their bedroom door, including one appropriately titled NO GIRLS (XCEPT MOMMA) with a drawing of a girl that looks suspiciously like Sakura crossed out.

You knock gently. "Sasuke, can I come in?"

"... Okay."

You open the door up and step in, noting the mess you didn't get to clean up today. Dinosaur toys litter the floor and their clothes are, frustratingly, everywhere but the hamper. You'll get to it tomorrow, you decide, and sit down on the edge of Sasuke's bed, where he's curled up with his Nintendo in his little hands.

"Talk to me, baby." You say softly. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." He shifts uncomfortably, eyes on the screen of his handheld.

"Mm, I know you better than to believe that, Sasuke. I can help you make it better if you tell me what's up, y'know."

His jaw tightens and his eyes darken. You've seen him angry before, typically at his slightly younger brother, but this is different than minor irritation. "I'm fine, Momma."

"Alright." You hold your hands up. "I'll let you play your game." Perhaps Kakashi will have better luck; Sasuke's always adored his Pa and their bond is stronger, just as your bond with Naruto is.

You stand and head for the door, glancing at the picture of your brother hanging on the wall beside Naruto's bed. Your fingers are gentle against the glass for just a brief moment as you look at the photo, touching it like how you long to just hug your brother one last time. The pain of how fast everything happened still echoes in your heart, even after seven years.

I miss you, Minato. I hope you're proud of me.

You shut the door behind you, unaware that Sasuke had watched your interaction with the photo. He sees it every time you do it. He and Naruto are aware they were adopted; you and Kakashi had sat the boys down a handful of months ago and told them the truth after Naruto asked why the man in the photo looked like him. Believing they deserved to know their own origins and wanting to teach them about their parents, you and Kakashi told them everything. That man was Naruto's biological dad that died when Naruto was born, along with his mother, Kushina. It rocked Sasuke to his core to learn that technically, you and Kakashi weren't really his parents. But you both had loved him and raised him all the same, and as far as he was concerned you really were his mother and father.

But the more he looks at Naruto and the picture of that man on the wall, the harder it becomes to not be jealous of his brother. That man on the wall was his dad, and you were that man's sister. He came from a completely different family and was only connected by a piece of paper because you felt sorry for him. He was placed into your life abruptly; you didn't choose him!

His real mother is dead, his real brother is gone, and his real father is in prison for the rest of his life. More and more he feels like he doesn't belong, even though he wants nothing more than to be here. He wants to continue being loved like he had been, and wishes every day that he didn't know the truth.

What were his parents like? His brother? Would he have been potentially even happier than he is now? Or would it be worse? He doesn't have an older brother, since Naruto is technically younger than him. Would Itachi have loved him? He hears Gaara talk all the time about his older siblings and how they play pranks on him sometimes, or how they can be mean to him. Was that the kind of brother he would've had, versus the energetic, annoying yet kind and loving brother he has now?

Would his real mom and dad love him as much as you and Pa do? He can't imagine what it would be like to not have you in his life. What if something happens and you send him away? Or what if his real father gets out of prison and he has to go live with a complete stranger?! He doesn't want to be alone.

Sasuke sniffles and turns off his Switch, curling into a ball and crying into his arms.

"No luck?" Kakashi murmurs in your ear once Naruto has finished his homework and gone outside to play with Gaara and Rock Lee.

"No." You shake your head, worrying your lower lip with your teeth as you rummage through the cabinets for some olive oil. "He doesn't want to talk with me about it. He doesn't even admit that there's something bothering him in the first place."

Kakashi's strong arms slip around your waist, halting your anxious rummaging and easing your nerves with a strong squeeze. "I'll give it a shot."

"I just want to know what he's so upset about." You whimper, sniffling as you brush away a tear threatening to slip from the corner of your eye.

"I know, baby. Just relax— what're you searching for?"

"Olive oil, I'm making yellow rice tonight." You murmur.

He turns his head and glances at the shopping list on the refrigerator, olive oil being the very first thing listed. Sasuke's heavy on your mind if you've already forgotten what you wrote down mere hours ago— and he'll be damned if he allows something to threaten his wife's happiness for long.

"I'll go pick some up."

"Thank you." Another sniffle is followed by two fresh tears falling down your cheeks, and Kakashi kisses them away before delicately pressing his lips into yours.

"I'll be right back." He promises, and as he scoops his wallet and keys into the pocket of his leather jacket, he takes one glance at the staircase before jogging up and heading towards Naruto and Sasuke's bedroom.

"Knock, knock." Kakashi says as he opens up the door; he's a little less afraid to invade the boy's privacy than you. "Sasuke, you're coming to the store with me."

"I don't wanna." Sasuke murmurs into his pillow, the fabric of the pillowcase thoroughly soaked in the midst of his post-cry, thousand-yard stare. He's facing the wall and away from his father, but the sound of Sasuke's congested voice is telling enough.

"It wasn't a request, Sasuke." Kakashi's tone is firm but gentle, and Sasuke knows better than to go against his father when he uses that voice. So he pushes himself up and slips on his favorite Crocs, head lowered as he follows Kakashi down the staircase. Kakashi turns his head in the direction of the kitchen, calling out to you. "I'm taking Sasuke with me, baby!"

"Be careful, I love you both!"

"I love you!" Kakashi yells back before heading out the front door with the boy, allowing him to sit in the front seat.

"Why were you crying?" Kakashi hums softly as they wade into traffic, stopping at the red light.

"I-I wasn't-"

"Sasuke, I've known you for your entire life. I know when you're upset, when you've cried— I even know when you need to poop."

"Pa!" Sasuke whines, chunky cheeks reddening.

"And so does Momma. Who, by the way, is worried sick about you."

Sasuke drops his head. He didn't mean to worry you; he just didn't want anything to happen if he opened Pandora's box. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry, honey." Kakashi sighs softly, pressing his foot to the gas when the light turns green. "But I would like to know what's been making you so upset lately. You're not acting like my little boy. More and more you just seem so sad."

Sasuke sniffles as the tears rise back up again. "I am sad, Pa."

Kakashi turns into the parking lot of the grocery store, quickly finding an open spot and settling the car into it. "Why, baby? What happened?"

Sasuke's little hands cover his face and a broken sob leaves his lips, and in an instant Kakashi is out of the car and opening Sasuke's door, pulling him in for one of his strong, reassuring hugs. "Shhh, baby, it's okay…" He coos softly into his son's dark hair, rubbing large, warm circles against his back.

"I-I…" Another sob cuts him off and Kakashi feels the tears soaking his neck. What on earth has Sasuke so worked up?? It's entirely unlike him to be this way; neither of the boys ever had a penchant for crying, though if Kakashi had to pick a crier of the two, it would be Naruto.

"Take a deep breath, Sasuke." Kakashi murmurs, continuing to rub the little one's back. "Big, relaxing breath. In through your nose, out through your mouth." He coaches gently, pressing a soft kiss to Sasuke's raven hair.

"I don't wanna go away!" Sasuke's cry is muffled into Kakashi's chest, and the doting father blinks.

"Sasuke-" Kakashi pulls back enough to see his son's red, tear-stained face. "Why do you think that would happen??"

"B-Because I'm not s'posed to be here! I-I'm from a different fam'ly!"

Kakashi's poor heart shatters at the idea that's been running through his boy's head, and he gathers up Sasuke in a tight, warm hug, nearly crushing the boy to his chest. "Sasuke." He chides softly. "You're here with us because that's where the universe decided you needed to be; and while you may have been born under a different name, you are my son."

"B-But what about Naruto?" He asks, sounding so small and frightened and god Kakashi has never been happier that Sasuke confides in him rather than you, because if you were to hear this from Sasuke directly, you'd surely create a new Nile river from your tears alone.

"What about Naruto?" Kakashi hums. "He's with this family for the same reason you are; you needed us. And we needed you guys just as much. I'd dare say me and Momma needed you more than ever." You two have certainly grown closer and developed an even stronger marriage as a result of the sudden parenthood.

"But he's Momma's nephew." Sasuke whimpers, and that's when it truly clicks for Kakashi.

"Sasuke, honey… Did you know that your Momma was adopted too?"

And judging by the blink and the physical recoil as Sasuke finally looks into his father's eyes, Kakashi deduces that he did not.

"She- She was?"

Kakashi can't help but laugh; to him you're so obviously not biologically related to Naruto, but he supposes children wouldn't think twice about it. And they shouldn't, he reasons. You all are as much of a family as any other; he loves his babies, and they are his. "I speak nothing but the truth, kiddo."

"Oh…" Sasuke wipes at his wet eyes, Kakashi supplying him with a napkin from his glove compartment.

"I don't know what's gone through that mind of yours, but listen to me now, Sasuke. You make this family whole. If any one of us were to go away, it would be incomplete. You and your brother are mine and Momma's greatest blessings; do you understand? We love you, Sasuke. We have since the very day you were put into our care, and that's why we adopted you."

"Not just 'cause you had to?" Sasuke murmurs as Kakashi takes over the napkin operation, wiping away Sasuke's tears and snotty nose.

"Of course not; if we didn't want to raise you, we would have sent you to foster care. And that was absolutely not going to happen."

"Okay." Sasuke sniffles again, but his heart fills with hope at his father's promises— Pa doesn't tell lies, after all, so he trusts the claims.

"C'mon now, we gotta get Momma some olive oil." Kakashi stands and tosses the napkin into a nearby trash can, chuckling softly when Sasuke slips his little hand in his father's much larger one.

They retrieve the oil quickly, and at the checkout Kakashi picks up a candy bar with a sly wink to Sasuke. "Don't tell your mother we had candy before dinner. And absolutely do not tell Naruto." Kakashi could never dream of sneaking in some candy before dinner with his other boy, as much as he loves him. He's just too damn talkative!

Sasuke smiles, tears and worries already long forgotten by the time they finish their chocolate bar and head home. Sasuke rushes in for a big hug, and while it briefly shocks you (Sasuke never does this; it's certainly one of Naruto's signature moves) you manage to get it together and hug your little man. "Hey baby. Thank you for going with Pa to get Momma some olive oil."

"You're welcome, Momma."

"I'll go get Naruto." Kakashi hums, leaving you and Sasuke to cook the rice together and set the table after giving you a kiss and a hidden smirk, and you smile to yourself— Kakashi's taken care of everything.

Kakashi returns after a few minutes with Naruto on his back, and loudly your son begins explaining how he and his friends were playing ninja, and that he was so clearly the best one. Sasuke frowns and interjects— clearly he would be the better shinobi, and you laugh to yourself as they begin to argue.

Kakashi follows you to the kitchen, holding you from behind as you get the rice going. "He's all better now."

"I can tell." You coo and turn your head to recieve a kiss from your husband. "My magic man…"

The corner of your husband's lip quirks up, and he gives you a lingering kiss, gently swaying with you until you've got the rice set and turning you to face him for a slow dance in the middle of the kitchen. You hum a soft tune and follow his lead, the sound of the boy's arguing over what wins between wind and fire tuning out when Kakashi's soft, pink lips are back on yours once again.

"I love you." You murmur against his lips.

"I love you more." Kakashi presses his chin on the top of your head, pulling you impossibly closer and slipping his eyes shut. "Without you, I don't have this family."

"We're all equally important in that regard." You kiss above his heart. "We made this together."

Kakashi smirks and catches Sasuke's eye once he realizes they boys have stopped arguing, giving him a subtle wink and feeling his heart grow impossibly fonder of his family when Sasuke grins at him. He could never, would never find a better life for him than the one he's got now.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto #naruto shippuden #fic #i love this concept so much #papashi #papashi au

[suzukiblu]

Another song: 'Soda City Funk' by Tim Legend keeps making me think about the Obligatory Sugar Baby Au. I can't explain why, it just does. Hopefully whatever's vibing there works for you too!

That follows, I’d say, Tim sends back. The time stamps imply he wasn’t busy being insane for too long, so that’s merciful. Kind of. Maybe. I definitely don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything right now.

hmmm u sure?? Kon says, which is not merciful at all. Tim suffers, and steels himself for whatever brutal and horrible thing Kon is about to–idk daddy I'd send u a spicy pic or 2 but I feel like u might have more fun taking ‘em urself??

Well, this is a dangerous conversation, Tim observes clinically. Then he drops his phone and smashes his pillow into his face and muffles a groan of absolute agony with it.

#jezabellesandmarys #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

[howi99]

Pet Au: Has Jaune's team tried to make him talk to his family yet? Mama Arc trying to adopt Illa or Adam would be funny. Or maybe try to set Illa up with one of her daughters? That be even funnier.

Follow up of this post

Ilia: *on the ground* Gee, you don't know how to use a sword but you know damn well how to fight with a pillow.

Jaune: *laughing* Well, having 7 sisters does mean i had to fight on multiple fronts at the same time.

Ilia: *pensively* I never had the chance to have a sister. Or a brother. How is it?

Jaune: Hmmm... I guess it depends on how you see the situation. I was the only son and my family didn't want me to become a huntsman. So i guess it was overbearing? Everyone acted like i couldn't even cut my food by myself.

Ilia: So... Wait, does that mean-

Jaune: *shrug* I took my great-grand-father sword, changed my scroll number and left the house. Thinking back, i should have brought a bit more clo-

"Bleiss": You ran away from your home!? Don't you think your parents might be worried?

Jaune: *shake his head* I asked them multiple times to let me train like they did with my oldest sister. They said i wasn't ready, i could always begin next year.

Ilia: Do you at least send them letters?

Jaune: ... They know i'm alright. Besides, can't they have a bit of fate in me?

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby au #answer #ilia amitola #bleiss schnee #weiss shnee #pet au