#TTS is ending TONIGHT guys

[sanguineterrain]

Hi again 😊 You suggested i could send another prompt, sooo… maybe you & Jason have been together awhile, and you’re kidnapped by (choose your villain) and Jason is worried and frantic but trying to not show it of course, and negotiating for your safety? Ends up rescuing you of course, in whichever way you prefer, and then they find comfort in each-other 💗

I haven’t had time or energy to work on my WIP lately so this is very lovely and gratifying 😂👌🏻💗

aghh that's the worst! wishing you luck on your wip!! i'm glad you like these <3 requests are open for jason, dick, and MAWS!clark kent btw!

this one is very batfam focused hehehe. ft dramatic ass jason and his surprise kidnapped fiancé lol.

jason todd x gn!reader. tw: violence, kidnapped reader, reader is pushed off a building for a moment but they're okay dw <3, batfam feels, jason being a protective bf, bruce being a GOOD DAD! c:

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"Actually, if we're being honest, if anyone has the most trauma in this family, it's—"

Batman grunts. "Really, Spoiler, not now."

The comm line crackles as Stephanie sniffs. "Fine. Stay in denial."

"Bats."

Every bat and bird in Gotham goes still.

"Hood?" Barbara asks carefully, already tracking his comm link.

"Oracle," he says, clipped. "I'm gonna get right to it: I need a favor. Can you help? Yes or no."

"Little Wing, where have you been?" Dick asks. "We've all—"

"Shut up, Nightwing," Jason growls. "Either you help me or not. Which is it?"

"We'll help you, Hood," Bruce says, voice washing over Jason like a balm.

Jason takes a deep breath. It's okay. He'll find you. Batman always beats the bad guys.

He fiddles with his jacket zipper. Moments tick by. Dick remains crouched on a rooftop. Damian is similarly poised.

"My..." Jason swallows. "My... fiancé's been taken."

The comm explodes with noise. Jason winces and digs the bud out of his ear for several seconds.

"Fiancé?!"

"You're getting married—"

"When was this—"

"Who are—"

"Enough," Jason growls, finally shoving the bud back into his ear. "I don't have fucking time for this. Yes, I am engaged, and they've been taken. No more questions."

"Tt. You are engaged? Impossible. Batman, clearly someone has hacked the line pretending to be Hood," Damian says, folding his arms.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Believe it or not, demon bird, I found someone crazy enough to marry me."

"Little Wing, I—I'm really proud of—"

"Shut up!" Jason pinches the bridge of his nose. This was a bad idea. You're in trouble, and Jason intends to tear Gotham apart to find you, but involving his family? Has he really stooped so low...

Deep breath. His focus is you. You're the only person that matters.

"Look, I'm telling you because Oracle's tracking me anyway, and B would snoop until he figured out who I'm really looking for, so it's easier to just tell you. But make no mistake: you aren't my family, and you won't see us again after tonight."

Bruce's throat tightens. His cape flutters in the wind.

"Very well," he says after a couple beats. "Last known location?"

"I'm sending you the address now. I've retraced my steps a hundred times though, and I can't—" Jason grits his teeth. He can't tear up or break things, not again. "Fuck. I can't fucking find them, B. I... I don't know if-if maybe I'm too late—"

"You're not," Dick says automatically. "We'll find them, Little Wing. We'll bring them home."

****

Your head is on fire.

It feels like there's a thousand needles pelting your skull. Whatever you were drugged with, it's hard stuff, and it hasn't worn away yet.

You look up; you're gagged and tied to some kind of support beam. As your vision clears, you see that you're in one of the new high rise-in-progress. Only the skeleton of the building has been completed because if Bruce Wayne isn't involved, construction takes forever to complete.

Faintly, you recall Jason mentioning something about a construction company leaving half finished projects across the country and using them as havens for criminal activities.

Yeah. This is not good.

"Where the fuck is he?" The voice echoes across the concrete floor foundation.

"Mike, we sent—"

"I don't give a fuck what you did; obviously, you screwed up! He's not coming!"

You close your eyes, trying not to throw up on your gag. Your head spins when you open your eyes again.

Who's not coming? Your rescuer? Or somebody worse than your kidnappers?

You try to take a deep breath, but your chest tightens instead.

"Fine," Mike barks in the adjacent room. "If that hooded psychopath doesn't show up, we'll just dump this one. That'll send a message. Prepare the explosives."

A door swings open, and you flinch. You cower, shrinking from the figure.

"You better hope he shows," the guy growls, and cocks his gun. "Your boyfriend is the only reason you're still alive. It'll be such fun to watch him fall to his death, don't you think?"

You try not to show your swelling panic. How does he know about you and Jason? And you have to warn him. Explosives. Jason's walking straight into a trap, without backup, because you know he'll be alone. He always works alone.

Mike sneers and waves the gun around.

"Oh, yeah. I know your secrets. In bed with Gotham's biggest crime lord. You must be his favorite. I can see why."

"Mike!" someone shouts. "We got company!"

Mike's eyes blaze cruelly. "Showtime. You're coming with me."

You thrash as hard as you can because if there's one thing Jason taught you, it's to always fight back.

Mike backhands you hard enough to send you sprawling. Your hands are bound, so you can't catch yourself, and you hit your head on the concrete. Blood pools in your gums.

"Try that shit again, bitch," he snarls, and hefts you up.

He drags you up a flight of stairs. Your head throbs, and now your jaw aches. You're too dizzy to try to fight back again.

You end up on the roof, which is a miasma of beams and wooden lattices. Wind cuts through your face, and you close your eyes so they don't water.

"Hood!" Mike crows. "Wonderful of you to join us!"

"Wish I could say the same," Jason says, and your heart leaps at the sound of his voice.

You start to shout through your gag because you have to warn him. It's a trap, he'll kill you both—

Mike wraps his arm around your throat and squeezes. Air stops, and you choke on your cries.

"I'll kill you," Jason snarls, and you know he wants to say more, but he's trying to protect you. "Let them go and maybe I won't break every bone in your body."

"Oh, don't worry. You two will be reunited soon. What is it they say? Love blinds you?"

"Michael Cassidy," a new voice says, deep and deadly. "Let go of the hostage. We can talk this out."

You crack open your eyes. Is that... Batman? And Robin? And... Nightwing? What—

The arm around your throat tightens and you gasp for air as you start to choke for real. Oh God. Batman's going to die because of you.

"You involved Batman?" Mike snarls, now truly irate. You feel yourself being dragged backward, toward the edge. Your stomach rolls in warning.

"Take it easy," Batman says, palms up. "We can work this out."

"You can't play fair?" Mike shouts. "Then neither will I!"

The wood beneath your feet is gone. You're falling.

"No!"

But no sooner than you fall are you caught. Warm arms encircle your waist, and you're jerked to a stop before you can fall more than a few feet.

"I got you, baby, I got you."

Jason is connected to a grapple. At the roof edge is Batman, Nightwing, and Spoiler, all holding the grapple.

You shake your head, screaming against your gag. Bomb. Bomb!

"'S alright, 's alright, sweetheart, I won't drop you."

You scream urgently through your gag, butting your head against his helmet. Jason pulls your gag half free and you choke out the warning.

"B-bomb!"

His grip tightens. "Shit. B, get out of here! Place is rigged to blow!"

The first explosion goes off. Jason meets your gaze. He's terrified, you can tell, but he tries to mask it.

"Let go," he says.

"Wh—"

"He'll catch you," Jason promises. "I trust him."

And then he lets go.

Several more explosions go off. The building begins to crumble. Dust and heat sweep across your face and lodge in your already sore throat. You scream, in the air for a few more seconds.

Then you crash into gray body armor. A cowl, a cape.

"It's alright," Batman gruffly says. "Hold on tight."

Batman swings you both to safety on an adjacent rooftop. You watch him dive back into the flames. It isn't long before Jason swings out of the smoke, then the others. He pulls off his helmet and tosses it to the side, arms open.

You run and bury your face in Jason's neck, clinging to him. He hugs your tightly and rubs your back, saying over and over, I got you.

You sigh and slacken out of exhaustion.

"I've got you, baby," he says, though his voice is wet this time. "You're safe."

Jason checks over your wounds. You see the rage cross his face several times at every bruise and cut on you. He doesn't let go of you even after he's done. He's shaking too, perhaps more than you, as he cuts your binds and completely removes your gag.

The Bats land gracefully behind you. Jason stiffens as they do.

You kiss his jaw. His gaze returns to you.

"You saved me," you say.

"I always will," he says. "Always."

"Are either of you injured?"

Batman suddenly swishes to your side. You blink, startled.

"Nothing serious," you say. Jason grunts unhappily at that. You manage a smile. "Thank you. All of you. Thank you so much."

Jason nods stiffly. "Thanks, Bats."

Nightwing smiles, face soft with affection. "'Course, Hood. And, uh, Hood's fiancé. We're there any time you need us."

"That's right, chum," Batman says. The obvious care in his voice makes you ache.

Jason had called his family. His family with whom he has a plethora of problems. He'd called them for you.

"Jay," you say, voice thick with emotion. He seems to understand instantly.

"I'll always bring you home," he vows, cupping your face. "Whatever it takes."

He pulls you to him like he can't bear to be away from you any longer.

You squeeze his wrists. "I know. It's okay, Jay. I'm okay."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see that the Bats still have not dispersed. Spoiler looks like she's about to melt into a puddle. Nightwing is the same. Even Batman looks a little sentimental.

Robin is the only one scowling, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Hood, are you not going to introduce your fiance-we-just-learned-existed-tonight?" Robin asks, arms folded.

Jason huffs. "Not with those manners, demon brat."

You roll your eyes and extend your hand to Batman. You say your name, smiling.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir," you say.

Batman laughs, and it sounds a little fond. It's also kind of weird to hear Batman laugh. "No sir necessary. It's equally an honor to meet the person my son is marrying."

Jason makes a choked little noise. You beam.

"Well," Batman murmurs. "We'll let you two get home. We'll track down the rest of Michael's thugs—"

"Come to the wedding," Jason blurts.

Batman stills. "Me?" he asks carefully.

"Everybody," Jason says, tugging you into his side. "Uncle Clark, Aunt Diana, Selina, your ten thousand kids, everyone."

He turns to you. "I-I mean, as long as that's okay with you, baby."

"Oh, Jay. It's your family. Of course I want them to come." You lean in to whisper in his ear. "I'm proud of you."

"Little Wing, c'mere!"

Nightwing tackles Jason in a hug, then drags Robin, who protests loudly, in by his cape. Spoiler snaps a picture from the sideline.

"Now that's adorable," she says.

Batman looks at you. He removes his cowl, and you gasp quietly. He smiles, and it makes him look decades younger. You guess he hasn't smiled much since he lost Jason.

"Thank you," he says.

You tilt your head. "For what?"

"For bringing him back to us."

You duck your head. "Oh, Mr. Wayne, that wasn't me—"

"Bruce," he corrects gently. "And it was. You played a bigger part than you know. You saved him. Thank you."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x yn #jason todd imagine #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #red hood fanfiction #batman fanfiction #batfam fanfiction #dc fanfiction #inbox #blurb

[onlymingyus]

hello, mars <3 sorry i'm late ueueue i hope hard hours r still open TT

since u had wine night, i thought abt how tipsy gyu just wouldn't be able to get his hands off of u, esp when his inhibitions are all but stripped !! u're still somewhat sober urself, so u find it kind of adorable how needy he's being :3c

bonus if u end up caving and sitting on his face jus bc he wants a taste so badly! hehe anyways ily & ur writing sm, i hope u're having a nice day <3

Kai, my love, I am sorry this is late and not actually being answered during a hard hours anymore more but...I saw this tonight and had the inspiration to write about it. I hope you don't mind.

c/w; kim mingyu x reader -- mentions a pussy, eating out, drinking alcohol, groping, mingyu lifts/carries the reader

Hi loves! Just a quick interruption -- Please check out How to Support Me. I would really appreciate that so that I can continue to hang out with you guys here and create content regularly ♥

Mingyu whines leaning over you shoulder as the two of you walk inside of the house. You had been the DD so he had allowed himself to indulge in a few drinks while the two of you had been out with friends.

He was clingy on a good day but, after a night of drinks, Mingyu couldn't keep his hands off of you. You laugh feeling Mingyu's lips press to the side of your neck before he mutters about how pretty you are. His words weren't slurred, he hadn't had so much to drink that he didn't know what he was doing but you still tried to keep him in check.

"It's bed time, lover boy."

Shaking his head no, Mingyu moves around you pulling at your jacket to pull you closer to him. You watch how his nose scrunches up so cutely as he argues with you.

"It's not. It's not even Midnight. It's time...to make out and then you can sit on my face. Or we skip the making out and do that after you sit on my face. I wanna eat your pussy so fucking bad right now."

Swallowing hard, you have to laugh at how blunt Mingyu is when he is tipsy. It wasn't that he usually minced his words when it came to what he wanted in the bedroom but there was usually a little bit more lead up.

"You have been drinking, you need a shower and to lay down. You don't need me to sit on your face."

You listen to your 6'2" boyfriend whine loudly, his feet stomping in protest causing you to lean your head back as you smile at how impossibly adorable he is. To be so large he acted like this when he wanted something so badly.

Seeing your neck open to him, Mingyu grins and takes his chance pulling you in with one arm using the other to grope at your ass as his lips press to your throat. He speaks between opened mouth kisses that cause you to lose any fight you once had.

"You don't have to do a thing. I'll be such a good boy for you. Fuck, baby, you smell so good. Please? I'll lay on the bed and you can just sit down right over my face, let me do all the work."

Mingyu's nose nudging under your ear as he speaks out his last words, his hand pulling at your thigh right under your ass. You finally nod and the man grins against your neck. With a squeak you find yourself over Mingyu's shoulder, looking down at his back as he walks to the bedroom.

"This is ridiculous. I can walk. You are acting like a cave man."

Grinning still, Mingyu lowers you on to the bed crawling over you to claim your lips once before speaking again.

"Mm, well I'm hungry."

#mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svt smut #mingyu thots #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader

[eeulysian]

hm enough smut for today, i kinda got tired of it.. sigh, maybe i ate too much. anyhoo, what do u feel about [insert charac] x shy!reader? ^_^ lllike imagine chRCter being all extrovert, party addict, and fun then there's this little lost zoul clinging on the charactwr's arm TT it's be such a cute relationship i swear.

idk what character that would be fit for this role...

reader being shy and possessive after the party (overthinks a lot as well.. im not romanticizing that btw) AKSJDHJEBDHEHEJWHEHU——

“you were talking to them the whole time, u shouldn't have brought me here with u.. they didn't need me there anyway,” tsk. tsk. character ends up cimforting and doing whatever reader wants becuz they neglected them wayy.. too much. (if this even makes sense, im half asleep writing this)🦈🦈🦈🦈 ermm.. im not requesting a fic btw! ur free to make it into one tho. :D

I LOVE THIS TROPE SOO MUCH. its one of my favourite tropes. its like, in terms of animal tropes, it would be golden retriever x black cat. the characters i have in mind for this areeee.... topaz, serval, bai yi, beidou, elysia and kafka. i think all of them would definitely be a perfect fit for this kind of trope. not a fic but just a little short imagine!!

forced to be invited to this rich kid's mansion party by college gf!(char) because she wants to taste the drinks there, eat the food and have fun with other people. you kept refusing at first, because your introverted ass cannot handle crowds. you'd look like a small, crying kitten in the midst of the crowd. you know you'd be pushed here and there, hearing crazy screams and shouting, with rave music in the background and you hated it. in the end, you gave in and was dragged to the mansion by (char). in there was so many people, chatting, laughing, having fun and dancing to the music. (char) saw a friend and ran after them, forgetting you were there with her. 30 minutes passed, you were standing in a corner, a little further from the crowd and you started getting anxious, wondering where she is and why she just left you like that. you decided to just swarm and squiggle into the crowd to find her, feeling your social battery get drained even more. and you spotted her talking with her friend, because her hair color just stood out alot. you ran after her and shyly hugged her from behind, trying to silently tell her that she forgot about you and that you're still here. she flinched a little, but knowing it was you, she gave you an apologetic smile and told her friend that you're her girlfriend in case they were confused.

"y/n, i'm sorry i accidentally left you behind. it wont happen again, i promise", she told you, but you still felt a little insecure that she just... left you like that for a friend. "no it's fine, maybe i shouldn't have been here anyways if i wasn't so important. i don't like parties anyways." you blurted out. she noticed you looked and even sounded sad from that tone, she knew she was going to have to make it up to you with hugs, kisses and snacks when you two get home tonight. she apologizes once again, and tells her friend that she'll be going home earlier to avert her attention more to you. she feels guilty, but she knows you meant no harm and you can't help feeling like that. but she just loves taking care of you and reassuring you anyways, no matter if you guys have huge differences, contrasts and are considered total opposites by others. they say opposites attracts anyways 🤭

#⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ an talks #honkai star rail #hsr #topaz x reader #serval x reader #hsr imagines #hsr headcanons #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #path to nowhere #ptn #bai yi x reader #ptn bai yi #path to nowhere x reader #ptn x reader #kafka x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #beidou x reader #genshin beidou #honkai impact 3rd #honkai impact #hi3 #hi3rd #elysia x reader #hi3 elysia

[seuonji]

彡 the lyrics — choi seungcheol

—in which fans find out yn’s lyrics are about someone they know. not even her fellow members knew this but anyways, now their concern is, who’s the lyrics about?

FINALE

part 1 ๑ part 2 ๑ part 3 ๑ part 4 ๑ part 5

song inspo— cheetah by deux visages

song inspo2— soren by beabadoobee

genre ๑ fluff & crack

notes ๑ band au! short smau.

author note at the end!<3

from aya: this was more or less a closing to the story! though i’m not that proud of this smau (it could’ve been sm better TT) it was still super fun to write and i’m so thankful for all of you who have requested for new parts and showed interest. it was a huge motivator and i appreciate you guys so much. thank you reading!! I LOVE YOU! hope you stick around to read my other upcoming smaus <3 MWAH i hope your pillows are cold tonight!

#—the lyrics c.s #🐚☆ #💿texting! #choi seungcheol #choi seungcheol smau #seventeen #seventeen smau #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen crack #svt #svt smau #svt fluff #svt crack #svt x reader #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x you

[jiihu]

BONJOUR, MAY I REQUEST A KARINA/READER FIC?possibly where reader and karina are not in a public relationship, and as a result, reader accuses karina of cheating bc of dispatch photos being leaked of her with another idol?? JUST LOTS OF ANGST, FIGHTING, JEALOUSY, EMOTIONS???? MESSY RELATIONSHIP TYPE BEAT. HAPPY ENDING PREFERRED, but feel free to end it however you’d like ! :) TYSM

﹅ 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲?; 𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

﹅ summary — pushing your own feelings aside, you keep your relationship with karina a secret for the sake of her career. although you trust her, you can't help your insecurity.

﹅ content — angst, cheating, arguing

﹅ word count — 1.5k (the next fic will be longer dw)

﹅ a/n — i got a request to write this one without caps (and it's 10x easier so thank you), so if you guys like it i can continue in the future! also, this wasn’t as angsty as i wanted because for some reason if i do angst + fluff, it’s hard for me to not do one or the other TT

“you know i love you, right?” jimin mumbled into your hair as you two sat on your couch, a cheesy k-drama being used as background noise. you craned your neck to look up at her, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to decipher her unreadable expression.

"i'd hope so," you joked, laughter trailing off when you realized that she wasn't laughing with you. "jimin? what's wrong?"

she shook her head, plastering a smile on her face as she began watching the show that she wasn't paying any mind to a few moments ago. you brushed off her strange behavior, resting your head back on her forearm.

"by the way," jimin flinched, "where'd you want to eat tonight?" you watched her let out a puff of air, her shoulders relaxing once again.

"mm, you pick," she whispered. her hand reached between the two of you to retrieve your phone, before sliding it into your hands. you scrolled through the delivery app, absentmindedly clicking on restaurants you assumed would be appetizing. your scrolling was interrupted by jimin's phone ringing, which she jumped up to answer, almost pushing you off of the couch in the process.

you watched as she disappeared behind the wall, her hand coming up to cover the speaker to prevent any sound from leaking. you sat up, suspicion pricking at the back of your mind.

not even ten seconds later, jimin appears again, this time with her coat in hand. you sat up, your eyes searching jimin's. she stared back at you with a sympathetic expression.

"jagi, i'm so, so sorry." she crouched in front of you, her hands encasing your own. "they need me back at the dorms. i'll be home later tonight, but don't wait up. you need rest." she pressed a kiss to your lips, giving you another kiss on your forehead before standing up.

"don't forget to eat, i love you." she left after those words, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing in your mind. you picked up your phone once again, chewing on your lip while you tried to keep your mind from wandering. they need me back at the dorms.

you were interrupted by your phone ringing, your eyes focusing on the screen to read the name aeri. you felt your heart begin to race, fearing that something bad had happened to jimin; like a car accident or something worse.

"y/n! you and jimin wanna come with us to this new barbecue restaurant? everyone says it's good, and i've been dying to try it."

it felt like your entire world had just come to a halt. "jimin's not here. she said you guys needed her for something." you heard hushed whispers through the speakers, the sound of rustling following shortly after.

"uh, never mind! we just heard a knock at the door, so that must be her. bye, y/n!" you stared at the phone in a dazed-like state, the beeping sound of the phone call ending ringing in your ears. trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, you continued to look for something to eat.

once you found somewhere to order from, you sat up from your position and moved to grab your wallet from the table before your phone buzzed. usually, you would ignore it. but something felt different this time.

you looked down at your phone, feeling your entire world come crashing down when you read the notification at the top of the screen.

[BREAKING NEWS] 

AESPA's Karina was spotted leaving a restaurant with ITZY's Ryujin!

you opened your text messages between you and jimin, starting to type before you realized that you'd sent her about seven other messages, which she hadn't bothered to respond to.

you sat back in your previous spot on the couch, turning on an action-packed movie while tracking your food on the map to keep your mind off of karina. your eyes followed the delivery guy's icon as he got closer to your apartment. once you saw him reach your street, you slipped on your shoes and prepared to meet him outside.

before you could even unlock the door, you got a notification that alerted you that the food was delivered. you groaned, assuming that someone had stolen your food from downstairs. you opened the door and you were met with jimin with the bag of food in her hand, and flowers in the other.

"where were you?" jimin moved past you into the doorway, setting the food on the counter and finding a pot to put the flowers in.

"i was at the company with the girls. i told you that before i left, didn't i?"

"you did. but why is there a picture of you with ryujin on dispatch?" you watched jimin stop her movements, setting the flowers on the table before gesturing you over to show her your phone. you showed her the picture, and she shook her head, a smile spreading across her face.

"that's old, babe. different outfit."

"do you think i'm stupid, jimin? it might be blurry, but i can tell this is the same outfit you have on now. including the coat you took with you." jimin sighed, putting the flowers in the water and looking up at you.

"we went after i left the company. i just didn't want to tell you, because i knew you were going to overreact like this." you scoffed, stepping back and pointing at the door.

"get out."

"y/n, i didn't mean it like that-"

"get out!" you raised your voice at her, feeling tears brimming your eyes as you grabbed her by the arm, shoving her towards the door. you slammed the door behind her, pressing your forehead to the door after she walked off. you peeled yourself off of the door, a choked sob slipping past your lips as you made your way back to the bedroom.

while you sat on the bed, deep in thought, you looked back at the tweet again. you zoomed in on the picture, realizing that jimin had the same flowers in her hand that she brought to you. you sighed, falling back on the bed with your eyes closed.

"maybe i did overreact."

you nervously sat on the couch, your foot tapping on the ground while you thought about the crestfallen expression on jimin's face. you still felt the fabric of her long sleeve on your palm, like a reminder of how you treated jimin before she walked out of the house.

jimin had agreed to meet up with you again today, and even though it didn't seem that she was mad, you couldn't help but feel guilty because of your actions. trying not to get too lost in your thoughts, you tried to distract yourself by tidying things around the house.

you were cleaning up your nightstand when you found a folded-up note tucked under the lamp. you pulled it out, reading over it as you felt your heart swell. it was a note that jimin had written, who knows how long ago, basically pouring her heart out to you before practice.

while you were reading it over and over again, you heard a knock at your door and you perked up, fixing your clothes before rushing over to the door. you opened the door a bit and saw jimin standing awkwardly beside the door, another bouquet clutched in her fist.

"jimin, hi." you moved aside to give her room to enter, and she walked over to the pot and slid the flowers beside the previous ones. you two awkwardly faced each other before jimin pulled you into a tight hug, her head resting on your shoulder. she rubbed circles onto your back, her other arm resting on your shoulders.

"i'm sorry. i should've told you where i was going, and i shouldn't have said you were overreacting." you shook your head, your fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.

"it's fine, promise. i should've let you explain yourself." jimin pulled away from you, sitting down on the couch in a relaxed position before gesturing you over to sit in her lap. she grabbed the remote, trying to find something to watch while you looked up at her, nothing but love in your eyes. "you're not mad, right? we're good?" jimin smiled, pulling you closer to her side.

"we're good."

#fem reader #aespa karina #karina x reader #karina imagines #kpop imagines #girl group imagines #gg imagines #aespa x reader #aespa imagines #⸻ writes! 📄

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello ! Eh could you May write a minho x reader (the maze runner ofc bc I'm currently obsessed and I love your writing) we're he and reader have a cute lil picknick date in the savehaven bc happy endings are deserved

Happy endings are most definitely deserved. Also, the line between cuteness and cheesiness was definitely blurred with this one. Hope you enjoy!

First date

Minho x gender neutral!reader

Set post-tdc

Scrolling through pinterest for these photos is incredibly fun but also the most offensive slap in the face as a single person TT

Also, Newt is alive!

Warnings: language

He's been planning for weeks.

You know this because no matter how subtle he tries to be, you've seen the way he's been throwing you weird looks and acting uncharacteristically skittish and suspicious ever since you got to the Safe Haven.

He'd asked you earlier that day (Mr. oh so casual and cool), caught your hand before going off to work. "Y/n, can I take you to dinner tonight?"

As prepared and expectant as you thought you were, you'd just stuttered out a surprised yes and stood there blushing as he grinned and walked away.

But now he's standing in your open door, and you know that this is the moment he's been planning for weeks.

You drink in the sight of him, framed by the sunset behind, and you can tell that the smile on his face is nervous, despite how well he's hiding it.

"Hey," you say, running a self conscious hand through your hair. The Safe Haven is a place for refuge, and doesn't have much in terms of fancy clothes, so you're dressed in a plain long-sleeved shirt and... you're reluctant to say you're wearing sweatpants to a date, but they're pretty much sweatpants.

Minho's dressed similarly, just a grey T-shirt (likely to make you panic over his arms) and a jacket slung over his shoulder, presumably in case it gets cold later.

Still, he gazes at you like you hung the moon, and says in the most genuine, sincere tone, "You look beautiful."

Fuck. "Thanks," you manage to say. "You do too."

Minho smirks. "I know."

"God-" you huff out a breath, rolling your eyes and pushing him out the door.

He nudges you with his shoulder, grinning at you, and you let out a laugh, relaxing instantly. You can read it in his eyes; it's just me. The one person in the world you're most comfortable with.

"Darling?" he says smoothly, offering you his arm with a cocky grin on his face.

Your heartrate picks up, but you simply raise an eyebrow at him. Two can play at that game. You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow and lift onto your toes to whisper in his ear. "Let's go, baby."

You smirk at the flustered expression that crosses his face, before he recovers and starts to lead you forward. "Let's."

So, you and Minho... technically haven't had a first date yet.

You got together after escaping the Maze and WCKD, your first kiss being a searing, desperate, we-almost-got-killed-by-zombies crush of mouths. From then, you haven't had the chance to go on a proper date.

Basically, you have no idea what to expect as he leads you to Newt and Thomas' hut.

Minho shoots you quick smile as he knocks on the hut door, which immediately opens.

You're greeted by twin smirks, before Thomas disappears into the hut with Minho, who squeezes your hand and gives a quick "back in a sec".

"Any idea what he's got planned for you?" asks Newt, leaning on the door frame.

"Not a clue," you reply. "You got anything to share?"

"Can't spoil it, sorry," says Newt, shrugging.

He glances over his shoulder. "Look, I've got about five seconds now where I could give you the shovel talk, but I really don't think you, or Minho, need that, so I'm just gonna give you this: You guys are perfect together. Have fun, yeah?"

You huff out a laugh, ducking your head. "We will. Thanks, Newt."

He nods at you as the other boys come back, and your eyes drop to the picnic basket clutched in Minho's hand. "What-"

Minho chuckles at your widened eyes. "Come on, we're going to the beach."

⭒----⭒

"Minho, this is amazing," you say incredulously, staring at the picnic spread out in front of you. There's a blanket thrown over the sand, with food boxes and drinks resting on it. Plus, a lantern sits in the centre, casting a warm glow over your faces.

"You like it?" asks Minho, a smile tugging at his lips.

You nestle closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's perfect. I love it."

Time floats by as the two of you talk and eat, watching the sunset and trying to stop the napkins flying away in the breeze (you have to slap a hand over them, and Minho nearly knocks over a drink catching the one that escapes your grasp, and neither of you can stop giggling; yes, giggling).

"Here, just pack it all in the basket."

"Yeah- shit, where'd it go?"

"I've got it," says Minho, tossing the cups in.

You place the picnic basket behind you, on one of the corners of the blanket.

"Hang on," you mutter. You grab a couple more rocks to weigh down the blanket so the corners stop flicking up. "Fuck- shit," you shake your head as the sand flies into your face, and you groan to yourself as you brush it off.

You drop the last rock into place, dusting off your palms and nodding at your handiwork, before turning and- oh.

Minho's sitting back, hands braced under his shoulders, with the softest, fondest, most tender expression on his face. Just... watching you.

You smile self-consciously, and he shakes his head, face breaking into a smile. He sits forward, raising his hands and opening his arms in a 'come here' gesture, and you oblige immediately, melting into him.

"I love you," he whispers, lips pressing against your head.

You lift your eyes to meet his, nudging your noses together. "I love you too," you reply softly, before capturing his lips in a kiss.

You push him down gently, rolling over on top so you can slot your mouth over his, one hand cupped around his face as he loops his arms around you to pull you closer.

He tastes like sea air, and the sweet cordial you were drinking earlier, and home.

"Wait, wait."

You let out a small noise as Minho breaks the kiss, pulling away.

"I had one more surprise planned for tonight," he tells you, reaching into a hidden box.

You watch curiously as he hooks up a speaker and turns on a small screen.

Minho grins at you as his finger hovers over a 'play' button on the screen.

"You didn't," you breathe.

"I did," he responds.

"Minho, how'd you even find-"

You stop speaking as light instrumental music fills your ears, and you close your eyes as the present blurs into the past.

"We look stupid."

"I really don't care."

Bare feet whisper through the grass as you join hands with Minho.

You step through the sand, taking Minho's hand.

"I mean, I did promise you."

"I'll get you music next time, trust me."

"It's okay, just dance with me now."

Two figures spin in the darkness, moving with no rhythm, no song playing to guide.

Minho's face glows in the lamplight, and he twirls you as the music swells.

He catches you in his arms as you spin back to him, and you tip your head up so you're nose to nose.

Then you're kissing, arms wrapping around each other as the water sweeps up around your ankles.

"This is perfect," you murmur. "You're perfect."

Minho laughs softly. "Nah, that's you, sweetheart."

IM BACK TY FOR WAITING

#the maze runner #tmr minho #minho x reader #minho x you #tmr minho x reader #my writing

[mightbeorphanedidk]

THIS JUST IN! DEER MAN ON A HUNTING HIGH LEARNS THAT A TV IS LOWKEY INTO HIM! (for safety reasons this is a joke. Vox or Alastor, please do not click on this.)

Good evening, pathetic sinners, I'm Katie Killjoy!

(And I'm Tom Tre--)

People give two shits and a fuck about you, Tom. Coming in tonight with our top story: The Radio Demon has learnt some incredibly horrendous news regarding his fellow co-worker of the AV3, The Television Overlord! Recently our reporters (R.I.P Whatever their names were) discovered a chilling scene in the forest surrounding the ring of Pride!

Alastor, otherwise known as the Radio Demon, is widely known for fucking off for days on end hunting some pathetic sinners, but his most recent trip turned out to be a bit more docile than usual! If you don't know him, here is our rendition!

(This is not actually The Radio Demon. Please do not hunt us down, Sir, this is not what we think of you. Hunt the unpaid intern who drew this, not us)

Here is what our reporters caught on scene! Thankfully we found their camera, but the cameraman is no longer with us. One less unpaid intern to pay, and we get footage on top of that? Amazing!

As we can see in the footage, the infamous Radio Demon appears to be on yet another murderous rampage, seeing more blood than reason!

(Ha! They should call him the Deer Demon, look at how he acts!)

You are a limp-dick virgin, don't add more to that. Anyways, it looks like our face of the AV3's got the hots for a special rampant deer! Just how low is he willing to stoop for some attention from the guy?

It's so sexually depraved and one-sided I'm starting to think the TV will resort to flirting with a brick wall!

More on tonight's program; Video Killed The Radio Star (Except the video in question is completely, utterly, repulsively, disgustingly, obnoxiously down bad for said radio)

Pssst! Are you some stranger who's seen this and is interested? Check out my AO3, where I write tons more one-sided RadioStatic! I also write tooth-rotting fluff, angst, and Vox being pathetic for an outd__4t3d.!#%>RaD1o very handsome and superior overlord! I would also pass my TT, but I don't post on it so I see no point.

Ao3: MightBeOrphanedIdk

This fic: Video Killed The Radio Star (Except the video in question is completely, utterly, repulsively, disgustingly, obnoxiously down bad for said radio) - Chapter 2

Series: Vee!Alastor AU

Thanks!!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #one sided radiostatic #ao3 fanfic #shameless self promo #it's 2am I wake up in 3 hours #fanfiction #archive of our own

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Okay so damn... I want to actually cry. I've never felt so betrayed as I'm feeling right now. I love the boys, but I'm so freaking disappointed!

I want a fic with lots of angst between them. Especially Alisson. It can even have they fighting between each other (no violence, just words).

Maybe a little bit of comfort in the end.

I'm almost crying.

Yes, I know 😬😬😭😭😭 It pained me to write this but here we go.

Tags: @millythegoat @moomin279 @alissonbecksfan234 @rubybecker-rb2

Warnings: depression, fighting, cursing (mostly in Portuguese)

Sgt. Klopp’s Broken Hearts—Part 1

Jesse Marsch had never seen Liverpool play so badly. It was like they were a completely different club, with a different manager and players, and a different spirit.

This couldn’t be the club that won the Champions’ League in 2019. This couldn’t be the Premier League winners, the domestic cup champions, the tenacious victory-hungry warriors he’d come to know. This wasn’t Liverpool.

Marsch quickly switched off the TV before they could show the final whistle, taking his phone from the charger. He turned off all his news notifications before opening up the Weird Managers’ Club Group Chat.

CatalanMagician: Ninety minutes and the curse of Regio Madrid strikes again

TheSpecialOne: If I speak I am in big trouble

SuperFrankieLampard: Where’s Jurgen?

TT: where do you think he is 😑

Marsch didn’t want to think about the possible answers to that question. Klopp could technically be anywhere—he’d retired two decades ago, but was still quite swift. Faster than the entirety of that defense tonight, anyways.

Jessethe🐐: With his boys, hopefully

TT: I hope not, he’d never live down what Milner and Elliott will say

CatalanMagician: Jurgen told me those two have net zero tact

SuperFrankieLampard: At the rate they played they could’ve lost 9-0

Marsch hated Lampard for making that remark. He also hated the fact that the remark was true.

TheSpecialOne: I thought he understood that riddle

TT: 😬 Jurgen’s gonna beat down on himself so much

Jurgen doesn’t beat upon himself, Marsch thought. He didn’t know the German as well as the other managers did, but from what he’d seen Klopp didn’t hold very high standards when it came to himself.

TheSpecialOne: deservedly so, which manager doesn’t make one change when you’ve blown a two goal lead

“Jose Mourinho, you freaking idiot,” Marsch muttered, furiously typing out a reply.

Jessethe🐐: JOSE not helping

TheSpecialOne: I am

TT: I’m going to go get Jurgen

SuperFrankieLampard: You sure he hasn’t turned off his phone yet?

TT: It’s not been long since the match, it’s probably still on

Jessethe🐐: jeez guys! Leave him alone and he’ll find this chat himself. He made it after all

Marsch didn’t even stick around to see what would happen. He set his phone to “emergency contact only” and threw it across the room, slumping onto the couch.

If Jesse Marsch hadn’t known what sympathy pains were before, he sure knew now. And God knows what the others are feeling now…

*

The locker room was in complete catatonia. Some had hoped for a win going into the match, some had prepared themselves for a loss, and others had thought a draw as the best outcome. It would take a psychotically pessimistic fool to think Liverpool would concede 5 unanswered goals at Anfield. Today, that psychotically pessimistic fool happened to be fate itself.

“Toda hora, Fabinho! ¡Cada maldita vez!” Jota grabbed Fabinho by the shoulders with a vice-like grip, glaring into his teammate’s panicked, guilt-stricken eyes. “Se não fosse a sua maldita incapacidade de manter a bola, talvez não tivéssemos sofrido 5 malditos gols!!!”

“Leave Flaco out of this!” Firmino shoved the irate striker away, standing between him and Fabinho. “If you’d used some pace on the right wing we could’ve at least scored another goal! But nooo, you’re as useless as you always are when it comes to big competitions.”

Jota glared at Firmino, trying to brush him aside. “And you think you’re so big, hot-shot? You shot that header right into their goalie’s hands! Droga, você não consegue fazer nada direito!”

“Watch your mouth, you three,” Elliott warned the Portuguese speakers. Rather ironically, considering what he said next. “I don’t have to understand your Portuguese to realize how much of a bunch of useless cowards you are.”

“Harvey Elliott! Leave them alone,” Milner boomed, grabbing the youngster and swinging him over his shoulder. The vice-captain’s eyes flashed with rage, far more than the usual spite he carried. “If you want to blame somebody for doing freaking nothing in this match, blame Joe for forgetting to exist.”

Gomez looked up from the bench, the guilt in his eyes quickly morphing into anger. “Me?! Ali forgot how to clear a ball and he’s a goalkeeper! They don’t have many things to memorize and he completely forgot that one!” he ranted, hurling a water bottle at Alisson’ locker.

Alisson hadn’t even moved once he’d come into the locker room, not even to change out of the matchday kit. Gomez's water bottle hitting him square across the thigh seemed to activate him, though, as he glared daggers at the English defender.

“What are you talking about, goalkeepers don’t have many things to memorize? Dammit, Joe, I have to memorize about a million things to keep a clean sheet with you guys around!”

“Which you still couldn’t do today. You conceded more goals today than you did in the past two weeks!”

“Sometimes I wonder why I put up with all of you!” Alisson stabbed a finger towards Van Dijk, who’d looked shocked from the moment Alisson started yelling. “I wonder why I put up with you, Virgil! Where were you to help Joey out, where’s the strong able Virgil from the World Cup?!”

The Dutchman stood from his seat. In one swift movement he was holding Alisson back from Gomez. “You’re seriously not going to bring that up, are you? You brought that problem upon yourself. Ali, your own compatriot kicked your butt!”

“NÃO me chame de Ali. NÃO chame Vini de meu compatriota. NÃO fale sobre esse maldito jogo!” Alisson broke free from Van Dijk, storming towards the showers. “And do not DARE lay a hand on Flaco or I’ll make you regret holding me back!”

“You know what?” Van Dijk glared at the keeper. In a move nobody in the locker room expected, he took up Gomez's water bottle and threw it at Alisson. “I might as well leave you alone, fracasso. You can’t even handle a defeat without acting like a child! I can only imagine how disappointed Klopp’s going to be with you.”

“And they say I put my foot in my mouth,” Elliott muttered, still over Milner’s shoulder.

Milner only tightened his hold on Elliott. “Careful or you’re going to end up over my knee.”

“And where did ‘the lilac part of my heart’ go?” Alisson shot back. It was clear to see, though, that the spite in his comments were now more fueled by hurt than rage. “Do you even support me around anymore, Virgil? Do you not see that if it wasn’t for some of those saves, we would’ve lost by ten goals?! Is that all I am to you now, a failure?”

Van Dijk didn’t flinch at that, continuing to glare at Alisson. “You can’t even accept when you made a mistake.”

“Ali, calm down!” Henderson finally stepped into the brouhaha, grabbing Alisson before he could lash back at Van Dijk’s latest comment. “If you say something, you’re going to regret it later.”

“I’m going to regret it later?! I’m sure not going to regret telling Virgil that he’s the one who can’t accept when he makes a mistake. When was the last time you saw him apologize for something he did wrong?!” Alisson pushed Henderson away from him, slamming the door behind him as he disappeared into the showers.

The whole room was quiet after that. Until Firmino ran towards Van Dijk and socked him in the elbow.

“Caramba, caramba! Ainda damos a mínima? Todo esse time está uma bagunça, e é por sua causa!”

*

There was no way that he could face his boys now. It was impossible.

Klopp hadn’t even said a word, besides the compulsory handshake with Anzilotti. He’d gone straight down the tunnel and disappeared inside the nearest closet—which just happened to be a broom closet.

If it was a case of the five stages of grief, then Klopp didn’t need a therapist to know that he was currently experiencing shock. But shock was only supposed to last a few minutes—he knew that from experience.

His phone buzzing disturbed him from his thoughts. He’d forgotten to turn it off at halftime, and now he had a boatload of notifications from the managerial group chat.

TT: Jurgen you still alive?

TheNormalOne: I’m not sure

CatalanMagician: You totally disappeared after the game

TheNormalOne: I wish

TheSpecialOne: Are you hiding in a broom closet

TheNormalOne: how did you know

TheSpecialOne: Just a lucky guess 🙄

CatalanMagician: The press will come after you

TheNormalOne: I’m NOT going to put my foot in my mouth and say we’ll come back from this 😩.

TT: 😧

Jessethe🐐: 😧

CatalanMagician: Come on, that’s not like you! Where’s the fighting spirit that’s kept me on my toes ☹

Klopp hesitated before typing out a response. Has it really gotten to this point where Pep in sky blue has to motivate me?

TheNormalOne: I’ve made too many promises I can’t keep

TheSpecialOne: That’s what I meant by my coded advice earlier

TheNormalOne: Don’t say anything about that damn code

TheSpecialOne: I told you to exude on the pitch what you have within yourself. Judging by that performance I’d say you have no love, passion or pride in you whatsoever

CatalanMagician: THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU YOU HAVE NO FILTER

TheNormalOne: …

TT: Great work Jose, you broke him

Klopp shut off his phone, muting everything. He threw it into a bin on the other side of the closet and leaned against a mop. After two minutes of unbearable silence, he reached for his phone, turned it on and went straight to Youtube. He clicked on a song he’d only listened to once, before the events of the next day had stained its meaning forever.

What about sunrise?

What about rain?

What about all the things

That you said we were to gain?

Did you ever stop to notice

All the blood we've shed before?

Did you ever stop to notice

This crying Earth, these weeping shores?

Unlike most of Michael Jackson’s songs, this one was slower, more reflective. It was actually about the Earth rather than Liverpool, but right now Klopp felt like he'd let down the entire Red section of the earth.

I used to dream

I used to glance beyond the stars

Now I don't know where we are

Although I know we've drifted far

The first stadium he’d visited as Liverpool manager had been Whitehart Lane, Spurs’ then-home. To dare is to dream, the wall had said, painted in dark blue and white. And to dream is to dare, Klopp had added upon seeing the motto. 

All his life, Klopp had been a dreamer and a darer. He’d dreamt of managing, dared to try something different than the rough and tumble macho style of football he’d experienced as a player. He’d dared to come to England and dreamt of creating a deep connection. He’d dared to dream it would last forever, and in some far-off future he would walk away from Liverpool to the sounds of cheers and appreciation as he embraced his eventual retirement.

Now he only dared to hope that this had all been a bad dream.

What about the crying man?

(What about us?)

What about Abraham?

(What about us?)

What about death again?

(Ooh)

Do we give a damn?

#jurgen klopp #alisson becker #alisson #virgil van djik #harvey elliott #james milner #fabinho #roberto firmino #bobby firmino #jesse marsch #josep guardiola #joseph gomez #jose mourinho #joe gomez #joey gomez #joey g #hendo #jordan henderson #liverpool men #liverpool #liverpool fc #lfc #lfc players #football imagine #football fanfic #football blurb #football #football incorrect quotes #soccer fanfiction by lynn #soccer fanfiction

[wernher-von-brawny]

One man's quest to understand why a “country band” with 10 million TikTok followers has almost zero presence in “country music”.

It reminds me of when Barbara Walters asked Kim Kardashian what she did for a living, while then-Bruce Jenner looked on and nodded.

The olds were still thinking in terms of selling products and services to customers, while Kim made her living by turning media attention into an audience.

But for her, the audience were not her customers, at least not primarily. They were her product, which she then sold to advertisers.

Towards the end of this video, the essayist wonders aloud why TikTok content is so nonsensical and pointless and cringe. The question reminded me about that Barbara Walters interview, but also about when, a couple or more years back, that question was asked about meme culture.

Did we ever come up with a good answer? I think the philosophers may have come up with something, but I don’t know that the general audience cared.

But my intuition is that “TikTok culture” -- setting aside the popular conspiracy theory that for audiences outside of China, TT deliberately promotes content that warps the brains and values of the young so as to undermine the future competitiveness of other nations, which is frankly such an old strategy in the culture wars between nations that it seems performatively naive to doubt it -- is just the next iteration of a cyclical trend in media I call post-literacy.

Post-Literacy

I first grokked onto this idea when I was pondering how Jimmy Fallon could be so successful as host of The Tonight Show.

When he first got the gig, everybody who knew good TV from bad was just embarrassed for the lad. Particularly those old media folks -- Paul Simon (clearly doing Lorne Michaels a favor) comes to mind -- who would radiate anything from pity and incredulity to discomfort, disdain, and contempt from their seat on the couch.

But somehow, Fallon delivered the ratings. He kept his job. He became a hit. Or "a hit".

How? Why?

I decided it was because he clicked with the actual point and purpose of The Tonight Show: It's not meant to be watched, but rather to be "left on".

Johnny Carson learned this when a movie called Middle Age Crazy came out in 1980.

The film opened on a couple in bed having marital relations, while The Tonight Show was playing in the background. Carson described how seeing that made him realize that many of his viewers simply used his show as “a nightlight for sex”.

You didn't need to speak English to enjoy Carson's Tonight Show. His monologue was never more pleasing to the audience than when the jokes died. His comedy skits were so broad that they functioned more as signifiers of comedy, rather than, y'know, actual jokes.

Carson's Tonight Show was a bright light we all gathered around to feel a sense of community. So even if a joke might not actually be funny, it's supposed to be funny, so go along with it. You don't even really have to pay attention to what's going on, just don't sour grapes the party.

I think this is part of the reason that Letterman and Conan weren't really Tonight Show permanent host material: for their comedy to work, you had to pay attention to setups and punchlines. Also, Letterman could be a bit smug and abrasive and Conan a bit effete and elitist.

But a guy like Leno? He waggled his head, did the funny voice, and whether you were paying attention or not, you got the message: the affable host of the party just said a funny, so laugh along.

And Fallon also fills this same Johnny Bravo jacket.

He's SO enthusiastic and happy to be there, and he laughs SO HARD at his own jokes that you don't have to pay attention to the show. He's cute and friendly and almost violently inoffensive, and he'll double over in convulsions to let you know that you’re having a good time.

You don't need to listen close, or follow along, or even understand the language to enjoy the proceedings.

And you'll never feel like you're too dumb to "get" a joke, because the point isn't the joke, but the communal experience of laughing together.

Which, to my mind at least, is a key ingredient of TikTok, and of the massive international popularity of content that is -- outside of China, at least -- unfailingly silly, stupid, or pointless.

The pointlessness is kinda the point.

Call it post-literacy, post-meaning, or post-content. (ba-dum ching!)

You don’t need to think about it or understand it or seek reason or rational sense in it.

It's post- “the gatekeepers of acceptable media”. It's post-reality TV, where anybody, anywhere can be famous if they are outrageous enough.

You’re just meant to enjoy it for seven seconds and move on to the next one. It’s a world party, and we’re just here for a good time. Chug, chug, chug!

If we accept that “the Medium is the Message”, then I'll leave it to you to ponder on what message a medium consisting of millions and millions of seven-second videos -- many or most showcasing “wacky hijinks” -- is sending.

It is here, it is now, and it is the intermediate step between itself and the more extreme next thing which will elevate, accelerate, or exacerbate whatever effect TikTok is having/will have on us.

Like Rat Pack-era Sammy Davis Jr., baby!

But in the here and now, being Wacky™ and attractive and colorful and laughing, laughing, laughing is a business plan. And if it please the court, I present as evidence the subjects -- or are they objects? -- of the above video: the redheaded triplets known as Taylor Red.

They may have named themselves Taylor to capture some of you-know-who's reflected radiance, but these girls are not a band. Not any longer.

Like the Kardashians, they bypassed the intermediate step of achievement/accomplishment and went straight to celebrity -- although they kinda/sorta bypassed the "celebrity" part too, didn't they? -- and became a brand.

They are in the business of turning eyeballs into audience, and then selling that audience to advertisers.

World-Wide

The dude in the video wonders why Indonesia is their biggest audience.

Well, setting aside that there's probably some link farm-esque purchasing of likes and subscribes, one can easily imaging that three redhead triplets wearing tight costumes and jumping on balloons ticks a lot of boxes.

Language barrier, gone. Context, irrelevant. And as everyone from Florenz Ziegfeld to Hugh Hefner knew, figure out a way to commodify cute American girls laughing and having fun, and you're practically printing money -- world-wide.

A researched piece like this video getting 1-2 million views is something like a $1-2k YouTube payout. The dude suggests that the girls are likely pulling in $250k/mo just from TikTok.

From what I’ve heard about how TikTok pays creators, I find this number kinda sus, but hey, it’s not like I actually know enough to refute it.

I suppose it's just a matter of time before Jimmy Fallon invites them to appear of the Tonight Show.

Maybe they'll discuss Post-Literacy, perhaps citing Marshall McLuhan or, IDK, Bertrand Russell.

Or maybe they'll all just jump on balloons, because frankly, that's just better content.

Or should I say, "content".

#post-literacy #tiktok

[doesromandoart]

The Eclipse

#TTS is ending TONIGHT guys #the finale is airing in uhh #6 and a half hours I believe #yeah I'm not ready #anyways I felt like I HAD to draw something before the episode dropped #kinda wished I didn't go for a front-facing profile #becausse Im not good at them #BUT it's too late #and anyways I think this turned out ok #tts #tts spoilers #plus est en vous #tangled the series #tangled rapunzel #tts Rapunzel

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Hammy

Meet Cute (not on a) Monday 35

Happy belated Birthday @ktreereads and @tylindel

This is my first (and highly likely) last Damianette.

Very minor swearing.

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

……………………………

Damian scowled as Jon’s friend sighed looking between them, an apologetic look upon her face, but remained in place effectively trapping him in the booth of the dismal bar that he really didn’t want to be in. The table was sticky, the music too loud and there were far too many people for the experience to be consider anywhere near pleasant.

When Jon had ‘insisted’ that he came out and ‘socialised’, with Grayson agreeing, Damian had stupidly overlooked the fact that they were meddling, and he had ended up on a double date he certainly was not happy with entertaining.

Jon’s friend sighed yet again and pouted at the pair of them looking woeful.

“Sorry Jon, my girl’s bailed on me... she’s still jetlagged and working on Parisian time and... missed Hammy so... she won’t be coming.”

Alya looked guilty as she and Damian watched Jon’s brilliant eyes dim causing Damians frown to grow. Despite his frustration of being with the pair Damian knew Jon had worked hard to trick convince Damian into coming out tonight. As she glanced down at her phone again Damian scanned the messages Alya sent to her ‘friend’ subtly over her shoulder.

To My Girl: Where are you??

To My Girl: Meet me at the usual place!! There’s a cute guy here that I want you to meet

To Foxy: Can’t. Hammy’s birthday.

To My Girl: What?!?!?!

To Foxy: [pic of a hamster in a small party hat with a mini hamster friendly flapjack birthday cake. In the background birthday party banners]

To My Girl: No excuse! Get your butt down here! You need HUMAN company. Plus the hamster isn’t a year old.

To Foxy: Soz

To Foxy: Still can’t.

To Foxy: And so what if it’s not Hammy’s year birthday. He won’t live that long so celebrating his 3 month birthday.

To Foxy: AND I missed him. He’s my baby boy. 😛

To Foxy: Coffee tomorrow instead? Xxxx

To My Girl: Girl! Be serious!

To My Girl: Girl?

To My Girl: Mars??

To My Girl: … Marinette???

Sighing yet again Alya put her phone back into her bag, still within easy reach but more so she could focus on the guys in front of her.

“I kinda thought as we’d nor seen each other in a fortnight she’d want to come out and catch up.... ‘not play pretend parties for her fucking rodent!’”

“Tt, this is a waste of my time. I refuse to be a third wheel on your date. Jon. Move.”

“Pffffft!!! Dating?! No chance, sorry Jon. I’m happily engaged, thank you very much. I know Jon through work. He’s just a friend.”

“Noooo! Wait! Dames, please. You spend all your time couped up with Titus and Alfred or working. Dick and I thought you could use a break. Make new friends... maybe...”

Damian raised his eyebrow at his friend turned hostage keeper, folding his arms waiting for more of an explanation. Jon tried to use his ‘puppy dog eyes’ as a weapon to soften whatever he was going to say next. Probably in hope of convincing Damian to stay. Or to reduce the chance of him digging out the kryptonite knuckle dusters Todd gave him for his last Christmas present.

“Errr, Alya’s friend has similar interests to you, we thought, maybe, that we could all meet and hang out together. And I did want to spend time with you. This isn’t all a ruse. Promise Dames!”

Ignoring Jon’s pleading attempt to pacify him, Damian turned his frosty attention to Alya.

“Either she’s a poor friend who’s neglected to inform you of her cancellation early enough to be polite or you’re a poor friend who either neglected to consider your friends schedule or didn’t inform her of this prearrangement and expect her to drop everything whenever you demand her attention. Tt. All those are unappealing options to say the least.”

“Dames!”

Despite Jon’s protest, Damian felt that he’d stuck quite well to Pennyworths rules of etiquette. He’d not swore like the heathen strays of his fathers. He’d expressed his thoughts without violence. Ok, he understood that he spoke with distain and slight malice but he was impressed considering he wanted to stab Jon and Alya the march out the establishment he found himself in.

“No... Jon, he’s right... I got wrapped up in acting like my younger self again with all the excitement. I’m glad he called me up on it... Mars would... maybe.. Eventually have too.”

Alya wryly smiled at Damian.

“She might not have been quite as blunt.”

Damian had not expected that response and blinked slowly reassessing Alya. Normally Jon would end up make amends for his ‘blunt’ statement and try and appease the offended party. Alya didn’t seem to be offended. She was aware of her behaviour and didn’t begrudge his harsh, if true, words.

With a sharp look, and analysing her closely, showed that she had no signs of hurt from his remarks which was unusual and was more remorseful, most likely for her friend given the how often she was glancing at her phone.

Jon the saviour of sour tension broke the growing social awkwardness that Damian had created.

“Alya, you mentioned missing Hammy... is Marinette ok?”

The tired laugh that escaped Alya surprised Damian as she rolled her eyes at Jon before smiling fondly.

“I was house sitting her hamster, Hammy, as well as watering her plants for the last fortnight. If anything happened to them while she was away, I’d be a goner. She called daily to check up on both, like I’d forget about them. Mars is currently throwing a mini party for Hammy as it's his ‘3-month birthday’ and she really missed him. He’s basically her child.”

The young adult reached for her phone again, smiling with love as she saw her friend’s Instagram page has uploaded a whole bunch of photos. Most were of Hammy eating his cake, having cuddles and a few of him playing some weird attempt at party games.

“Here, look. These are the photo evidence of what my girl is up to instead of hanging out with us.”

She snatched her phone away from the guys after she was sufficiently content, they’d seen enough of Mars and stuffed it back into her purse and took a sip of her drink.

“Your fiancée made a superior decision to stay in with her pet than to come out.”

“Excuse you!!! First off, Rude!! Second, not my fiancé - she’s my best friends. Thirdly, Hammy’s cute and all, but coming out is just as fun, if not more. Other people are here.”

“Alya, you have no idea what you have unleashed.”

As Jon distracted Alya unintentionally, Damian swiped her phone and broke into it painfully easily. He started categorising and profiling her as a person as well as reviewing more of her messages to ‘My Girl’ and ‘Pobblebonk’ on instra. Out the corner of his eye Damian could see Jon shake his head subtly before guiding the conversation with Alya to the latest article they were working on.

Ten minutes later, Damian was satisfied with his investigation and handed Alya her phone back.

“Your friend is acceptable. You will take us to Hammy’s party. It holds superior appeal to this bar.”

“What?! When did you take my phone??”

“Tt, shortly after you finished showing us pictures of Hammy. I recommend that you consider improving your phone’s security. It was ridiculously easy to break into.”

“I.... what... huh?... You know what, with your phone ‘acquiring’ skills, you and Mare will be perfect together.”

“Tt, move. We’ve been invited to Hammy’s party and are leaving this ghastly location *now*.”

Damian roughly shoved Jon who hardly moved before return to glare at Alya who was staring at him and down at her phone, which had a few messages from Marinette dance up.

“You stole her number?”

“No. I enquired if we could visit and join the party. She was amendable to the suggestion.”

He could feel Jon beaming at him, so deliberately ignored the urge to glance in his friend's direction, Damian focused on Alya as she pursed her lips as she contemplated his behaviour. Damian could only guess what was going through the enthusiastic woman's mind. He approved of her scepticism about bring an acquaintance and unknown back to her friend's home and was happy to wait for her to assess the situation. If she refused, he had all the information he required to meet Hammy in his vigilante form instead.

“Fine. You best not be a psycho, or they’ll never find your body!”

There was a look in Alya’s eye showing she was earnest about it. Damian turned slightly as Jon catches his eye with his grave nodding like he knows that she was being deadly serious. Under his friend's questionable assessment, Damian nods his head sharply in understanding.

On journey to Marinette’s, Damian found that Alya often glared at him as he continued to ignore her in favour of messaging her friend. Overlooking the horrific way their over excited friends behaved in trying to encourage contact, Damian had to concur that he was enjoying Marinette’s conversation.

After exchanging concerns about the flapjack cake for the hamster and her horrified response about ‘how dare he assume that she'd not considering her babies diet and health’ they fell into a rhythm sharing information and facts that started off about hamster and bovine care. It quickly deviated to amphibians when enquiring about where Marinette got the name Pobblebonk which turned out to be frog which are alternatively known by banjo frogs. He decided he’d have to get Jon to explain to him further about who Yoshi was and why a frog was being commission to make his noise. Damian elected to ignore Jon’s snort and Alya’s semi supressed huff (as she was being ignored) as smiled softly as she sent him further pictures of Hammy.

Entering Marinette’s apartment surprised Damian further. It was in a rundown building on the edge of a nicer neighbourhood in Gotham, but the insiders did not match. Light colours, warm throughs littered the place with plants everywhere. It was more akin to what he would expect for Poison Ivy. He understood the need for Alya to come round to help look after them given the sheer number that fit in the tiny space.

Marinette had said that Hammy was well looked after. Alya had hinted that he was completely spoilt. Damian was inclined to believe that Marinette was just passionate about looking after her pets. Hammy seemed to have a converted doll’s house as a place to live and then one wall was filled with tunnels and tubes for him to run around, potentially the whole apartment given one funnelled off somewhere with nooks and place to play in. The tunnels weaved around floating bookshelves which were filled with trinkets and more plants. He was living the life of hamster luxury.

Jon was staring in surprise that someone else had done what Damian had threatened to do when he was younger and wanted to spite his father. While waiting for the boys to taking in the awe of 'hamster madness' Alya wandered off to get drinks for every one from the kitchen with an ease of familiarity.

Marinette herself seemed awkward, fidgeting with her fingers and nervously darting her eyes about the place. She stood in the middle of the room in her pyjamas and oversized hoody, having not considered changing for guests.

“Ummm, would you like some cake? NOT hamster cake obviously. Though it is safe for humans. I may have just umm, over shared some with Hammy so there’s not much left. I have human cake though. If you are interested?”

“I’m vegan.”

“Oh, no worries, I have alternatives for that too. As well as gluten free. I grew up in a bakery, we often had to make alternatives which still tasted amazing.”

“That sounds agreeable. I would be delighted to try some then.”

Damian always considered Jon a ball of Metropolis sunshine, that is until the Parisian before beamed up at him and darted away towards the kitchen.

“Oh, I forgot, watch out for Hammy. He’s currently in his ball dancing to his disco music! I’ll be back with snacks in a moment. Make yourselves at home.”

Jon and Damian glanced at the corner of the room, sure enough was a speaker with techno pouring out of it quietly with a hamster that seriously did look like he was dancing along. As Jon decided to settle on the sofa to wait for the hosts, Damian sat down near the hamster inspecting the set up that Marinette had constructed.

As the woman in mind re-entered the room with her friend in tow, she placed a tray of refreshments down on the coffee table and sat next to Damian on the floor as Alya took the seat next to Jon. She pointed to all the different foods and what contained products which Damian shouldn’t eat and as Alya and Jon dived in like vultures, Marinette turned her attention to her pet, releasing him from his disco ball.

“Do you want to meet Hammy, Damian?”

Marinettes quiet silky voice reached out to him as her gaze was completely focussed on the hamster.

“I would like that, Marinette.”

“Girl!!! You’re still researching frogs!! I thought you’d given up that interest!”

Ignoring Alya’s screech, Marinette carefully placed Hammy in Damians hand before trying to snatch an encyclopedia on frogs out of Alyas hands.

“I’m gonna beat Nino on facts Als. He knew what he was getting into. Don't knock my tab system. And leave the notes alone. Plus, frogs are interesting, Damian seemed to be interested in what I knew. And from your messages he wouldn’t lie.”

“Girl...”

“Errr, frog facts?”

“Pobblebonk here, entered a frog fact competition with my fiancé. Let’s say he is losing as has a social life.”

“Pobblebonk?”

"I have a social life!!!"

Alya launched into a discussion with Jon about Yoshi, Pobblebonks, Frogs and bets while Marinette scowled at her friend. Damian smirked to himself amused by how she looked as threatening as a kitten before returning his attention to Hammy.

“She’s going to rant about this and monologue for a while now.”

“Tt, That’s Jon’s issue. He started all this.”

“True. I feel bad though, he’s likely to get it enough at work.”

“Still his issue. You however never finished telling me about poison dart frogs that look like raspberry strudel.”

“Oh, you really are interested in that? I’m happy to hear about Batcow and facts about her instead... You don’t have to listen to my frog facts.”

“Tt. It’s unbecoming to fret. I asked you to tell me more so continue.”

With a wonky smile and tilt of her head Marinette started to explain more about what's she learnt. Marinette eventually stole back her encyclopedia from Alya to show Damian.

The evening continued that way with Jon and Alya talking about journalism and the pros and cons of the ethics associated with it while Damian and Marinette focused on celebrating Hammy and talking animal facts with a documentary going on in the background. Damian noticed Marinette's yawns slowly started to increase in frequency and recalled that Alya said she was still on Parisian time.

"I think Hammy should go back into his home. It's late and he probably has had a wealth of stimulation for an evening."

Marinette hmm'd at him and carefully reached across Damian, brushing her hands against his as she took her baby away from him.

"*yawn* night night or morning my sweet child. *yawn*"

She booped a kiss on the hamsters head while leaning against Damian. He felt a growing heat of embarrassnent in his ears at her soft but carefree behaviour. Gently she placed her pet away and sat down next to Damian again, this time leaning against his shoulder, her eyes dazedly gazing at the documentary playing.

"You're tired. We should leave."

"May *yawn* be. You're warm though."

With that she snuggles closer wrapping her arms around his holding Damian tight drifting off. Frozen and unsure of what to do and completely unsure of what just happened Damian frowns down at her. Her warmth isn't unpleasant. Her shampoo and body wash filled his senses with her this close, again is was unexpectedly refreshing. He contempts how easy it was to talk to her. Unforced. Her willingness to not push his conversation boundaries. And her never ending love of animals.

Jon's cough draws Damian's attention away from the tiny Parisian gaining Jon a glower. He'd still not decided how he felt about the woman next to him beyond deciding she was more tolerable than most he encountered.

"Oh shit! Fuck. Sorry Damian, I'd forgotten that Mars gets clingy when tired."

Alya glanced at the clock.

"Sugar!! She'd think it's 5am. Fuck! Oh god."

"Tt. You seem to really care for your friend."

"Hey!"

Damian just rolled his eyes at her. He might not have made his mind up on when he truely thought of Marinette, but he had decided that she needed better friends to look after her.

"Jon. You assist Alya tidying up. I'm taking Marinette to her bed and then we will leave. She obviously needs sleep and we've kept her long enough."

Shifting around and slipping his arms around and under her legs, Damian lifted the sleeping fae given how light she was, glaring all the while until Jon and Alya sprung into action. Carefully, he moved his sleeping cargo into her room. Feeling uncomfortable intruding into her private space, Damian made swift work of placing her in bed and pulling a blanket over her. With one final look over his shoulder he closes the door and rejoins his evening kidnappers.

The trio shortly after leave the apartment, walking back towards Jon's car to be dropped home. Stopping first for Alya before Jon heads towards Wayne Manor.

"So, ummm, tonight wasn't too bad right?"

"Tt, it could have been worse."

"You going to contact Marinette again?"

"She was surprisingly barrable considering who she is friends with."

Jon fist pumped with excitement, a huge grin upon his face.

"That's a yes then."

"Tt."

"Oooo a definite yes!"

Damian rolled his eyes yet again at his friends antics, refusing to join in the conversation. Instead he turned on the radio and watched the Gotham landscape drift by. Jon did have a point. It would be nice to see Hammy again. He was an adorable well loved hamster.

And potentially Marinette.

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #meet cute #meet cute monday #marinette x damian #damian x marinette #damianette

[pathetichimbos]

✨💗first off✨💗

✨💗here is a 🌹 for you~✨💗

✨💗second✨💗

✨💗I hope you’re doing fantastic today!✨💗

✨💗third..I have a request✨💗

💗✨it’s personal but if it makes you uncomfortable I completely understand! Please just skip it and I apologize for upsetting you TT💗✨

✨💗you can pick the slashers but how would they react to their s/o flinching away when they raise their hand?✨💗

✨💗I do this a ton TT it’s not on purpose it’s just become a natural reaction I have (I am working on it though) I tried writing it myself but didn’t like how it turned out TT💗✨

💗✨again I’m super sorry if this makes you uncomfortable!💗✨

Breaking Habits

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Mentions of Violence/Mentions of Physical Abuse/Trauma Responses

...

Ahhh thank you for the rose!!! I'm on desktop right now so I haven't got any emojis TT it's always weird switching between the two

My days gone pretty well, a little busier than expected so that's why the asks got behind ;-; (i'm sorry about that guys) I hope you're doing great as well!!!!

This ask is perfectly okay! It doesn't make me uncomfy at all! I get the flinching thing, I do it sometimes too TT Remember that if you ever need to talk, my messages are open!

This is a little on the shorter side because I'm tired and have a couple of other projects to work on tonight, but if you'd like me to make it longer just lmk and I'll surely fix it!

Enjoy!!

Freddy Krueger:

The first time you flinch away from Freddy, he won't take it seriously

He will definitely provoke you further, thinking you're fucking around with him

But, when you start to really panic and he realizes that you're serious, he'll stop and feel like an absolute dick for making it worse

"Ah, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought ya were messin' around..."

After he helps you calm down, he'll want to know what happened, and will not hesitant to relentlessly bother you about it until you tell him everything

He wants to know who put you in that habit, how long they did it for, and most importantly if they're still around

If they are around in anyway shape or form (being alive anywhere on Earth counts as being around btw), he won't hesitate to 'fix' the problem for you

So, don't be surprised if he's gone for a few days

What, you thought he was just gonna let them off easy? 'Course not, it's Freddy after all

In the end, Freddy makes sure you understand that that person, or anyone else for that matter, will never ever hurt you again

Michael Myers:

Michael doesn't really move too fast, at least not when he's home with you

So, the first time he does make a move that causes you to flinch, he's confused

He'll give you his signature head tilt, hand still raised as two and two click and he realizes why you flinched

With Michael, you won't have to worry about telling him anything

Don't ask how, but he will figure out who it is on his own, and with or without your permission, will end their life as soon as he has the chance

After all, you belong to Michael, and he can't have anyone around that might ever try to come back in your life in any harmful way

He protects what is his, and he will spend the rest of his life showing you that he will do anything to protect you

Jason Voorhees:

The moment you flinch away from Jason, he's going to flinch away from you too

What's wrong, Y/N??? Did he accidentally hurt you in someway, did he do something wrong?? Did he scare you, did you think he was trying to hurt you??

After that he's scared to touch you, afraid that you're scared of him

You'll have to assure him that you're alright, just startled because of some previously unpleasant events that had happened

He's hurt that someone could ever do that to you, but he won't hurt them unless you give him permission to, he doesn't want to cross any lines or do anything that will upset you

For the rest of the night he's going to hold you close and give you kisses, making sure you know how much he loves you, and makes sure you know that he would never dream of hurting you in any way

In fact, he would go to the ends of the Earth to show you that you're safe with him

Whatever you want, he'll get you

He's very understanding that it's a reflex at this point, and though it still hurts him when you flinch, he understands it's nothing he did

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba immediately understands why you flinched when you did, as he does the same thing most of the time, thanks to Drayton

(Thankfully the moment you joined the family you put a stop to that, something Bubba appreciates so much more than you know)

When you explain that you're working on stopping that reflex, he gets excited

Is there anything he can do to help?? Can you teach him how to stop doing it to??? Just let him know if you need anything, he's on it!

Bubba will make sure to take note of what makes you flinch, and when he notices that you didn't flinch, he'll start babbling happily and wrap you in the biggest bear hug ever

He can't help it, Y/N, he's just so proud of you!!! You've grown so much!!!

He realizes that it's a journey and will take time, and he will be the most patient person you've ever seen as he takes care of you

Thomas Hewitt:

Like Jason, Thomas is going to flinch away from you, immediately assuming that you're scared of him, or that he did something wrong

But when you explain why you did what you did, his heart is going to break into a million pieces

How could someone ever look at someone as precious as you and want to hurt you?

There's a good chance he might start to cry, and will definitely want to hug you (If you're okay with it!)

He'll make sure he does his best to not make you flinch anymore, and if he does he will be apologetic for hours afterwards, and you'll have to spend most of the rest of the day reassuring him that you're not scared of him

He'll be more protective of you, especially around Hoyt

If Hoyt does anything to make you flinch or feel threatened, Thomas will shut it down immediately and will make sure Hoyt learns his lesson

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms is confused, why did you flinch away from him? Didn't you care about him?

He's going to be hurt at first, and you'll have to explain why you flinched

He'll understand afterwards and do his best to assure you that he won't ever lay a harmful finger on you

After all, your his, and he doesn't like breaking his things, he prefers them taken care of and happy

He'll take care of you for the rest of the day and make sure that you're alright, making sure to give you all of the cuddles

He'll shower you with kisses, being extra soft and gentle with his touch to make you feel better

#slashers #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x s/o #freddy krueger x y/n #freddy krueger x you #michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers x s/o #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x s/o #jason voorhees x y/n #jason voorhees x you #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer x s/o #bubba sawyer x y/n #bubba sawyer x you #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x s/o #thomas hewitt x y/n #Jamie Writes

[technowoah]

Cant Handle This

Quackity's facade keeps breaking, and he tries to keep the pieces together. You're the only one who can make him show his true self

- Quackity x gen neutral reader

- this is a long one yall.

Now playing...

Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant)

Bo Burnham

0:01 ─●──────── 3:29

⚠︎ swearing, angst, mentions of mcyttwt, based on the song above, and ofc its not proofread

Part of my Inside Special!

Quackity sat in his chair currently streaming right now, he seemed like he was having a good time from your spot on his bed. You were currently laying on his bed after he invited you here to relax.

You two had laid in his bed just enjoying eachothers company until he got a call from Tommy saying he was ready for the lore stream which sent Alex into a frenzy. Alex sent out a quick "Im sorry" about the lateness of his stream and then quickly set everything up.

He then started to stream which left you alone on the the bed to your own devices. You were scrolling through Twitter looking at Alex's fans talk about what's happening on the stream and posting screenshots of his character and himself.

You admired him from afar as he ended the lore part of his stream, he took time to type on his phone to text you that he decided to stream longer to talk to his fans. He looked to you and you have him a nod with a smile and he gave one back.

"Hey guys! That's the end of the lore!" He exclaimed to his chat as he types at his computer setting a new background.

You continued to listen to him praise his chat for supporting him and making him be able to make those types of streams. You were always proud of Alex no matter what he did, you were always his number one supporter no matter what happened in reality or on the internet.

"So anyways! I wanted to talk to you guys! How are you all?" He smiled at his camera looking back and forth from his chat.

◇T0mm71nn1t: THE STREAM WAS SO GOOD QUACKITY

"Oh thank you! Im glad I could share this with you. It takes so much to put into these movite type streams, so I know now it is all worth it."

Quackity's pov. . .

He felt so overwhelmed, he shouldn't have began to stream again. The stress of putting everything together, plus being late to the stream made him rush into it more. He just wanted to lay back down with his lover who was enjoying watching him stream, and that's the goal he wants. His goal was to entertain, it was his job and he doesn't want to fail, he doesn't want to crack.

◇Mayatooni3: WE LOVE YOU QUACKITY

◇catiiequak: QUACKITY ITS MY BIRTHDAY CAN I GET A HAPPY BIRTHDAY??

◇yriaaolic: 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

"Happy Birthday!" He said seeing the comment pass in a second. "Happy Birthday to anyone who's Birthday it is today."

Right now it was hard. It was hard to keep up when there was always a constant demand, the constant need to be perfect, his past being brought up, and trying to one-up his content everytime. He loved this, but at the same time it had the same weight as a job.

In the back of his mind he knew the "When is Quackity streaming???" is mostly lighthearted, he never wants to leave.

"Quack are you okay? Im fine! Just thinking about how to get something to eat at 2am." He laughed lying to his fans, he wanted to stop this stream.

He kept looking over to his lover lying their head on his pillow scrolling through their phone and alternating their vision from him and their phone. He always caught a glimpse of their small smile everytime he looked. He was doing something right.

"Do yall think Taco Bell is open? The only problem I have is that Im fucking starving."

He paused for a moment taking a deep breath trying to keep his emotions down. The stress was getting to him, and he fucking knew it, but he didnt stop. He was going to get burnt out eventually and stop streaming and YouTube all together, but he needed this. He needed a break, he needed to take time for himself and stop putting on a happy face when he isnt.

TTS ◇pulixsaxe: "Did you see what was happening on Twitter quackity?"

"Wait what's happening on Twitter?" He asked with a weary laugh.

I can sit here and pretend like my biggest problems are

Pringle cans, and burritos

The truth is, my biggest problem's you,

Your eyes widened as he mentioned Twitter. Truth be told he was trending because of his stream, yes, but also they brung up stuff from his past again in the wake of another content creator's past or present being brought up. You hadn't paid attention to that, you were only getting fueled up from Twitter bringing up an issue that he already had addressed.

Tempted to speak and tell him its fine, he already spoke up before you.

"I bet it's fine! I dont wanna... I don't need to look." He said with a smile. He always had that smile on.

Either it was a full smile or a half smile. It never left his face and it comforted you somehow. Maybe it was that you were his significant other, but you always wondered if anyone saw the same things as you. The things like his smile that never left his face.

"Yeah! I dont need to look at that." He waved his hand dismissing the comment away. He then sighed letting his shoulders relax as you saw his smile fade and his eyes close for a second and immediately put that small smile back on his face while his eyes were glossy, but bright.

He needed to end this stream soon. You saw his face fall then in a split second come back to life except his eyes were glossy with tears. You wondered if anyone else noticed.

"I want to please you

But I want to stay true to myself

I want to give you the night out that you deserve"

His eyes tearful as he tried to blink them away trying to not make a scene.

"Sorry! Allergies ugh!" He said as he wiped his tears away claiming them as allergies.

"Are you crying? No! Im not a pussy!" He yelled at his chat in a joking manner.

He was crying and he felt weak. He felt emotionally weak, and weak as in not strong, he didn't feel strong and his lover who was sitting on his bed with a concerned look on their face always told him that it's okay to feel weak. The only meaningful thing is how you pick yourself up, they always told him, bur now he felt at rock bottom.

He wanted to give his fans "himself", the goofy, lovable, loud, quick-witted, Quackity. But then again his lover always told him to separate Quackity from Alex. He wanted to give himself to his audience, he wanted to be authentic and share himself, but he cant. Alex isn't all laughs, he is serious, calmer, and when he gets on the screen is when he lets it all out then goes back to his more calmer self. That's not what they want.

"But I want to say what I think

And not care what you think about it"

Giving himself meant dialing back, he wants to tell how hes actually feeling, he wants to say what he thinks about Twitter, what he thinks about certain friends, about his fanbase, and then leave it alone. He wanted to delete social media and then speak his mind without knowing what anyone is saying about it. It was paradise to him, but of course it cant be that way and that's what he hates. He feels like a actor when he really wants to be himself.

"A part of me loves you,"

Alex loved his fanbase, he had such a supportive fanbase that loved his content. Some of them did atleast he didn't fully know, but they gave him the courage to do this time and time again knowing that his content is at least taking them from the harsh reality of real life for a few minutes or hours. This was the reason he did this, for them.

Alex would never admit this but they boosted his ego too, it would for anyone. The fact that there were people who wanted and enjoyed content from him made him feel good about himself.

"part of me hates you"

He hated the contant criticisms, he hates that they feed his ego so much that it makes him want to stream more to feel good about himself and to make people get away for awhile. Alex knew inside of his heart he couldn't truly hate his fanbase, they gave him everything he ever wanted. He hates them for that and that's such a scary thing. He never fails to wonder if he did the things to deserve all the love and hate he gets.

"Part of me needs you,"

They feed his ego, they make him want to go above and beyond. Alex knows that his fanbase is the reason he is here in this chair infront of three expensive monitors. He knows that this is some sort of a job that he needed. He needed the push to keep going and that was them, it was the 200k people watching his stream watching him answer questions about him and

"part of me fears you"

He was fearful of loosing himself to them. Loosing his authenticity to them was something he feared. He didnt want his funny, loud persona to consume him and make him forget about Alex instead of Quackity. He fears what they think as well, he claims he doesnt care, but he does he wants to please them. It feels like two parts of his brain fighting about if he should care or not.

"And I don't think that I can handle this right now"

The text-to-speech bot continued to speak out people's comments that theu paid for while he sat there quietly. He bit his bottom lip trying to not break down infront of everyone he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong.

If he looked up at the camera everyone would see his tears, they would see him breaking.

He played it off as he brough his shirt up to wipe the tears away, claiming it as sweat.

"Im good! Im sorry I spaced out for a second." He shook his head.

He saw you look at him with that same concerned look on your face. As he switched his gaze between you and his computer, he felt his tears come back again.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"Alex." You tried to get his attention.

"Yeah guys Im fine!"

"Alex"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I have plans later for another lore stream, so Ill start doing that later tonight."

"ALEX!" You yelled and his head turned around to face you.

"What?" He laughed, biting his lip again.

You couldn't stop him doing this, you could try to course him into going to bed, but right now you couldn't find the words. You just stared at him while he looked at you with a somber smile trying to tell you that he was okay.

He felt his mind telling himself that he need to rest. He wouldnt allow himself to and thats why he was breaking down.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

Alex was blinking rapidly trying to keep his breathing and tears at bay while he answered his fans.

"My allergies are fine! And I drank water today."

◇moonchild21: WE LOVE YOU

◇sopusand: Why do you look like that?

◇wuackityoo: are you crying??

"Crying is for the weak! I am a strong manly man! Im crying cause I noticed how alpha I am!" He tried to play it off as a "Im a man" joke but you could see right through it.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

You had sent a quick text to Alex which told him to end the stream for his own mental health, but he left the message unread. He began sniffing and the wiping his eyes again. It was a wreck and you couldn't seem to stop it without literally dragging him out of his chair.

Meanwhile the screens were getting to Alex. Alex's eyes were getting tired of the bright screens and the rapid messages that popped up on the screen overwhelmed him for what it seemed like the first time ever in his strraming career. He wanted to give them the fun night they deserved and wanted, but he knows it's getting hard to. He dosent know how long he can keep this up.

As Alex kept joking around about his eyes and physical state the chat was filled with "LMAO" and "HAHAHA" which fuled him more and then at the same time makes him want to stop.

Look at them, they're just staring at me, like

"Come and watch the skinny kid with a

Steadily declining mental health, and laugh as he attempts

To give you what he cannot give himself"

He cannot give himself the luxury of happiness. As he went on with his career it became more and more like a chore, there was mostly down days and of course there were up days, but recently Alex gave his fans the happiness and laughes they wanted while when he turned off the camera he couldn't replicate that same energy as he had before.

It messed him up, he felt himself become separated from his streaming. He wasn't being himself anymore he was being Quackity and that became more apparent as the days passed. He wanted to be himself on camera and at first thats what he thought he was doing. He was himself then it turned into a persona.

Alex wasn't okay and he he needed to take a break from the internet for a while, but he tries to act like he dosent have a dilemma going on inside of his head everytime he sits in this seat. Its for the fans.

"Think that I can handle this right-

I don't think that I can handle this right-

They don't even know the half of this right-

They don't even know the half of it"

"Alex you need to end the stream. Please?"

He looked towards you again where you moved your position from the middle of the bed to sitting up on the end of the bed.

"Ive told you millions of times." He paused for a moment looking down at his lap before looking back up to you. "Im-Im okay." He nodded trying to convince you.

"But I know I'm not a doctor, I'm a pussy, I put on a silly show

I should probably just shut up and do my job, so here I go"

"Cant you belive them!" He laughed to his camera. You scoffed at his comment but still kept an eye on him as he talked.

You didnt need to baby him at all, but right now you were worried about your lover.

Alex continued talking and talking, which you drowned out. You were focused on his face and how he faltered time to time just showing a small frown.

He laughed and showed them a good time even though he was hurting. He kept going and going and you were convinced he was going to hold out until you heard him sniff multiple times while trying to make a joke about the new Minecraft update and how the glow squid has no use.

"Stupid ass squid! Why- why? Its no use expect for glowing ink. Who voted for that!?"

You can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme

And if they still don't understand you, then you run it one more time

"Dumbass squid!" He pulled up a picture if the squid as he yelled at it.

You began to worry even more as you saw tears running down his face. He quickly tried to wipe them away, but he knew everyone saw.

Handle this right

You don't even know the half of this right now

Right now (Haa!)

Now

Handle this right

I'll handle this right, I handle this right now

Alex leaned back in his seat and had a blank stare towards the monitor. Looked down for a second and then you heard sobbing coming from his spot. Alex had his head in his hands and was crying harshly into them.

He had finally broken, he couldn't stop the tears from coming and the loud sobs that came from his mouth. He was trying to desperately breathe in to be able to sob, but ended up hiccuping while doing so.

Your eyes widened as you rushed to him resting your hand on his knees and you kneeling infront of him.

"I cant do fu-fucking anything!" He yelled into his hands.

"Hey! I know. Its okay." You tried to console him.

"Its not I try so hard! And I-"

You cut him off. "You are a hard worker Alex and you deserve a week or two off. Take care of you self babe." You stood up bringing his hand with you and trying to make him stand up. He followed your movements and stood up with you putting his head on your shoulder crying into it.

"I just ca-cant right now!"

"You dont have to do anything right now babe."

"Im sorry!" Alex sobbed.

"Dont be." You said bluntly trying to get your lover to calm down.

You rubbed his back soothingly as he sniffled into your shoulder. "Im sorry for ruining your shirt." He tried to laugh through his tears.

"Dont be sorry! Please. You just need rest okay?" You kissed his forehead and he nodded in response.

Alex raised his head up an started to pepper kisses all over your face as you laughed. He gave you one last peck on the lips as he walked away to quickly change into night clothes. You smiled as he laid underneath the covers and continued to softly cry into his sheets. At least he was in bed and not makijg himself even worse.

He couldn't stop the tears from flowing, it was like a flood that could only be stopped with time. He felt like a boulder was lifted off his shoulders only to be replaced with smaller rocks. The smaller rocks was the guilt he held. He felt guilty of making his lover worry about him, he didnt want you to worry.

You rushed over to his desk and turned off the stream and his computers not even bothering to give them a goodnight or goodbye. After the computer lights were turned off it was quite dark in the room except for small light.

Finally you were where you wanted to be all day, in bed with Alex. But this wasnt the predicament you wanted.

"Forgive me. I just cant do shit right can I?" His eyes were still full of tears and he was getting tired.

"Alex dont listen to anyone but yourself." You tried to console him.

"That's what I'm telling myself."

Silence filled the room as you looked at him through tearful eyes of your own.

"Alex, you're so amazing and I cant even tell you how much I appreciate you, and how much you change my life. You do so much shit right its scary sometimes. Some days I think you're perfect, but there's-"

"There's no such thing as perfect." Alex finished your sentence.

"Exactly! Even the best people have their downfalls, they just dont show it. And Alex I know you struggle with that! All I can say is that I love you for you." You finished.

"Can I talk to you about my dilemmas?" He tried to laugh again.

"Tomorrow we can talk. We both need the rest." You said to him as he closed his eyes and nodded in response. He gave you a kiss on you lips before laying back down to sleep.

"Thank you."

"Thank you

Good night

I hope you're happy"

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[nakachuchu]

Tiger Twins | Itadori Yuuji + Ryomen Sukuna

part seven

SYNOPSIS: A rookie flirts with you and the twins do not like that.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 736

WRITTEN: 02/27/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting! I am slowly catching up to TT requests.

"You really shouldn't do that," you warned with a grimace.

"No worries, it'll be fine. I'm great with animals," he boasted. 

A rookie had gotten hired at your zoo and each zookeeper had to spend a day with him as a shadow. 

But, he had taken a liking to you. He honestly made you uncomfortable. He looked like a normal guy, but his confidence was off the charts. 

You were doing your usual duty of feeding the twins, but he decided he wanted to take over for you for today. You didn’t mind if someone fed the twins in your place, but you were more worried about if the twins would eat the raw meat or the person. 

The rookie took the bucket of raw meat from your hands and unlocked the door with the key. 

The twins perked up, believing it was you who was feeding you. Almost immediately, they began to growl once the rookie’s scent wafted into the room. 

“See, they totally love me,” said the rookie.

You noticed the nervous chuckle he let out after but decided not to say anything.

As soon as he stepped through the threshold, Sukuna pounced on him. The rookie let out a girlish scream as he landed on the ground with Sukuna on top of him. 

You walked into the room and placed your hand on Sukuna’s fluffy head, shoving him away. He growled, but understood your message and backed away. 

"He's—He's a monster!" the rookie exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes. "No, he's not. Any animal will protect its territory when it feels threatened or just doesn't like you." 

Sukuna brushed up against you from behind. His body pressed against your legs as he weaved around them to glare at the rookie. 

"Besides, I'm sure the security guards are getting a kick out of the footage," you said as you pointed to the security camera in the habitat.

The rookie babbled out incoherent words before scrambling up to his feet and running away. 

You lightly hit the top of Sukuna's head. He growled and wrapped his mouth around your hand. 

"Bad Sukuna," you scolded as you slid your hand out from his mouth.

You walked to the bucket of the raw meat the rookie dropped and threw the meat to Sukuna. Yuuji approached you and he caught the meat in his mouth after you threw it.

"I'll be back tonight," you informed as you waved goodbye to them and left their habitat.

You found the rookie in the kitchen with his head tucked between his knees. You really wished you could just leave him with another coworker, but today was your day with him.

You went through the day, doing the tasks you usually did, but with the rookie behind you. He occasionally cracked jokes but was much more quiet than usual.

You were sure that was the effect of Sukuna pouncing on him. Even if you didn’t like the rookie, it was still bad for SUkuna to do that. His probation in the zoo could be extended because of that

When it was time for the zoo to close, the rookie bid farewell to you, scampering away silently, relieved to be far away from the twins.

You visited the twins that night with two large pizzas. Once you unlocked the door and headed into the habitat, Yuuji grabbed the pizza boxes from you and set them onto the grass.

He opened the box and his tail swished happily at the scent of pepperoni pizza. Sukuna sat down next to him as the two began to dig in. 

You sat across from and grabbed a slice. “You shouldn’t have pounced on him, Sukuna,” you said through a mouthful of pizza.

He rolled his eyes.

“I would have done that too,” Yuuji chimed nonchalantly.

You sighed and swallowed the pizza in your mouth. “Your probation would never end if you pounced on everyone.”

“We don't pounce on everyone,” said Yuuji. “Right, Ku?”

Sukuna nodded. “Just him.”

“Why’d you pounce on him anyway? He didn’t even do anything to you.” you exasperated.

“We could hear him.”

“Plus, his scent glands said that he wanted to mate with you,” Yuuji added. 

You cringed. “Gross. Thank you for…protecting me, I guess. He wouldn’t have done anything anyway. Plus, if he did,  I would have tazed him.”

Sukuna nodded. “What a good human I picked.”

Yuuji nodded in agreement. “The best."

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[kaijime]

lights down low pt. 2

pt. 1

anon. lights down low was so good can u do a continuation of it maybe like y/n invites some of them to her house and boom gangbang

includes. kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi

cw. fem reader, fivesome, a yagami yato reference (little cutie), oral (receiving and giving), fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, Bokuto’s kind of a sub ig??, handjob, face sitting, squirting, double penetration, anal

a/n. Kinda don’t wanna leave an a/n because I’m still mad at the fact that the first time I wrote this it got DELETED, still spicy about that but what can I do? I was already planning on making a sequel to Lights down low since it did so good, I just couldn’t figure out how and who. Anyways, hope your guys enjoy it.

It had been a few month since the wonderful videocall that left them all hot and needy. It wasn’t the only time that happened, in fact, ever since then it was repeated at least twice a week. Which obviously led to some awkward moments in the hallways.

The one time Tendou groped your ass in the hallway, or the one time Kuroo pinned you against the wall, got really close to your ear and whispered ‘are you wearing that underwear we love so much for tonight?’. Which for the record, you were, but now it was wet.

Currently you were in your house. You eyed yourself in the mirror one last time before you heard the doorbell ring. You rush to answer it, knowing full well who was waiting for you on the other side of the door.

The door was locked behind you when you let the four boys, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa and Ushijima. For a moment you just stood there, wondering what to do now. Well, you had invited them home because your parents weren’t going to be home for the next few days, so I guess it was their move now. You walk to the kitchen and they follow you, almost like lost puppies. 

“So...would you guys like something to drink? Or something to drink?”

“That sweet pussy” your cheeks flushed at his words, embarrassed by the fact that they had barely arrived and they already had you dripping through you panties. Out of nowhere Ushijima picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and holding the back of your thighs to keep you safe. They walked up the stairs and down the hall to your room and Ushi placed you on the bed carefully.

You sat up quickly, taking off your shirt and slipping off your shorts as the boys quickly take their clothe off. The bed shifted when Oikawa climbed on. “No bra? Is this all for us baby?” You nod your head, a silent beg. Trying to communicate how much you needed him.

You feel the bed shift again when Ushijima slips in behind you, you end up between his legs, his rock hard dick pushing against your lower back. The boy in front of you slips a hand in the waistline of your cute underwear, doing nothing to hide the wet spot in between your legs, and he pulls them off. He leaves your wet cunt on display for the rest of the men in the room and throws your panties to an unknown corner of the room.

“This here...its so wet. Have you been thinking of us? Little cutie?” you nod as you guide both of Ushijima’s hands to touch your breasts, using his calloused fingers to tease your nipples and he catches on quickly to how you want him to treat you. Oikawa leans in and licks a long stripe through your folds, his warm tongue making you feel all kinds of ways. “You like that?”

He goes all in, diving between you legs to work his magic, sucking your clit occasionally, which drove you insane. You raised your hips, grinding them against his mouth for more friction. You finally got a piece of what you needed when he slipped a finger into your hole, he watched as your face transformed completely with every twist and turn he gave with his finger, and even more when he slipped in another one. 

“Tooru please... f-fuck me”

“Be patient love, we wont leave you unsatisfied. Now let go, I wanna hear your sweet music” he curls his fingers at the right spot making your hips shoot up in pleasure and he starts leaving marks on the inside of your thighs. One of his hands is knuckles deep inside you and the other one is holding your leg over his shoulder, you’re loving every second of it. “Are you close? I wanna hear you scream my name darling”

“T-Tooru!” you shout s you clench around his fingers, your slick coating them and your body was squirming. Shaky words mixed with his name and other profanities would spill out of your mouth in your moment of ecstasy, driving all of them crazy. Ushi’s cock twitching behind you and you felt a small drop of liquid trickle down to your arse, his precum.

When you finally came down from your high Tooru quickly flipped you over so that now you finally see Ushijima’s big cock. It wasn’t anything to laugh at, standing tall and bumping against his abdomen, his pretty pink tip dripping precum.

“Don’t be shy darling, take it in your mouth” Oikawa suggested, although his tone indicated it was and order.

“Its so big, I don’t think I can” you give it a try anyway, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, repeating the movement over and over until you took it in your mouth. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes and threatened to slip out. And they did, when Oikawa entered you with no warning, he took your distraction with Ushijima’s cock to his advantage and sheathed himself inside of you all at once. You let out a loud moan, which only sent vibrations through the cock in your mouth and made the man throw his head back at the feeling.

Oikawa started moving, steady thrusts while he held your hips with his calloused hands, sure to leave marks. Ushi moved too, thrusting his hips into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat every time and holding your hair to steady himself. 

“Fuck- You feel so tight” you shift your gaze to your left and watch Kuroo jacking off with a piece of fabric around his length. Not just any piece of fabric, your previously discarded panties, the sight alone makes you clench on Tooru, and he notices. “Awwe, clenching when you see his fucking himself with your panties? Such a slut, having two of her holes stuffed. How does it feel? Oh wait, you shouldn’t speak with your mouth full”

Then you saw him, Bokuto, sitting in a chair and watching you with pleading eyes. His length just begging to be touched. You motioned him to come here with your hand and he did as told, desperate to be touched. When he got close enough to the bed you grabbed his cock and stroked it, rubbing the tip with your thumb and basically fucking him with your hand. 

“(Y/n)! Can I cum inside? Please let me come inside”

“Of course you can Ushi” Oikawa answered for you, he was still going at it, with every thrust he went faster and harder, his eyes fixated on the way your ass bounced and jiggled every time he shot his hips against yours. The sight was so arousing, he couldn’t hold back any longer and he leaned over you so his chest was right behind your back. He left kisses and bite marks on your neck and on the back of your neck.

Ushijima spurted thick ropes of cum into your mouth, holding your head close to him and forcing you to swallow it all. Not that you would complain. You felt Bokuto’s dick in your hand twitch, a signal that he was close. You took Ushijima’s cock out of your mouth, a little bit of his seed dripping down your chin, you filled you mouth with Bokuto’s cock. You hollow your cheeks in hope of making him spill it all inside and he did, painting your cheeks white with his cum and throwing his head back at the amazing feeling. 

Just as you felt the white haired male nearing his end you reached your own climax, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your walls spasming around Tooru’s cock. 

“You feel so good- hah! I’m gonna cum!” he shot his load inside your hole, leaving a warm feeling behind when it was over and he pulled out. Your fucked out figure was flipped again, laying on your back while Oikawa cleaned your chin with his shirt. “You did so good for us doll, now its their turn” he motions towards Kuroo, who had your panties in his hand, except now they were coated in his white substance. 

He laid on the bed next to you and you sat up supporting yourself with your elbow.

“Sit on my face” your eyes shoot open in shock. 

“Wh-what?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself doll, come sit on my face” you hesitantly move your way up to be situated on top of his face, holding onto the headboard of the bed for dear life. “Come on dear, I don’t have all day”

He grabs your hips with a bruising grip and shoves you down on his mouth and he sucks on your clit. Slurping, sucking and other lewd noises could be heard from his spot in between your legs. He brought your body up to let himself be heard.

“I want you to fuck yourself with my tongue”

“N-no I can-tt ah! Kuroo-!” he lowered you on his tongue and you began grinding on his face, his nose occasionally grazing against your clit. Minutes later you feel yourself close to orgasm, though this one feels different, it feels stronger. 

“K-Kuroo no! I’ll make a m-mess-! Please let me g-get off Kuroo!” he pretended he didn’t hear you, he wanted you to make a mess. So you did, squirting all over his face, your juices dripping on his cheeks and he licked his lips to taste you.

“You taste so good doll, now I wanna see you do that again. Bo, come over here” and the male followed the orders, his cock was painfully hard again. Kuroo moved from the bed, taking you with him in his arms as you held onto him like a koala. Bokuto laid down on the bed on Kuroo’s previous place and Kuroo placed you above Bokuto’s rock hard cock.

“K-Kuroo no! Its so big! I-I can’t take it” you whined when he put you down on his friends cock. He reached deeper than you could’ve ever reached with one of your toys, though they all seemed insignificant right now, you could never go back to using them now that you found something bigger and better to satisfy yourself with. Your train of thought was interrupted when Kuroo entered a finger in your ass, the sudden stretch in your unused hole making tears fall again.

“N-no! Kuroo that’s s-so dirty”

“Nonsense baby, nothing about you is dirty. Nothing you could ever have...” he moved the finger inside of you, trying to get you used to the new sensation while you bounced on Bokuto’s cock. “Nothing you could ever do...” he slips in another finger and your pain turned into pleasure the harder he went with his fingers. “Nothing you could ever say... would make me think that you’re dirty”

He removed all three fingers from your hole and you felt relieved. You shouldn’t feel relieved though, you should know by now, Kuroo doesn’t do anything without a reason. He only pulled his fingers out of your asshole because something bigger was coming. He went inside.

You scream out his name in pleasure, the feeling of being stuffed by two cocks was even more fulfilling than one. You kept bouncing on Bokuto, who was just taking in the view of the contortions of your face, how your eyes would shut every time he hit your cervix and how your whines only became louder.

You put your hands on Bokuto’s chest so you could keep balance.

“Oh! What do we have here?” curious Oikawa had found your small vibrator on your drawer and smirked at you playfully. 

“N-no-! Ple-ease, no more! No m-more” but it was too late Tooru had put the vibrating bullet against your clit and had your body shaking and squirming in pleasure.

“You feel so good (Y/n)-! If you clench on me like that-... I’m gonna cum” Bokuto whined. You just nodded your head, too absorbed in your own pleasure to mind him while he blew his load, coating your cute cunt in his cum. Kuroo left open mouthed kissed on your shoulder and that was the last piece of pleasure you needed to explode. You pulled yourself off his cock and make the mess, leaving his thighs soaking with your slick. 

The sight made Kuroo finish, pulling out of your ass and spurting cum on your back. When he finished his orgasm he stood back and admired the masterpiece he had created. After that you collapsed on top of Bokuto, and the rest of your memories were foggy. You remember the warmth of the bath they gave you as after care and you remember Ushi tucking you in. 

And you remember thinking as you went to sleep, ‘what a well spent afternoon’.

©️ kaijime | all content belongs to kaijime, do not modify or repost

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[lovesanmotion]

HELLO! First I wanted to say I really love your writing 💘 and Then I wanted to request a Dom!Hongjoong x sub!reader where there's a big party for idols and they can bring their dates, but there's another idol trying to get close to the reader which makes joong jealous and angry :O I'm sorry if its too much.. idk how to explain TT

Be My Lover - Kim Hongjoong

💌 This is: Requested

taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv @yunhoandonly

You never thought you'd be surrounded by highly influential and powerful people around you in a dimly lit room.

The bass of music blared all over the floors, idols talking and laughing with other idols, sipping cocktails being served by black and white tie waiters. Everyone in this room has either: won a bonsang, daesang, album of the year, song of the year or any award in no particular.

Earlier, the year end awards were held and your boyfriend Kim Hongjoong, along with his group, ATEEZ, attended the said event and bagged two awards. Before anyone else could go home, an after party was held at the top floor of a luxurious hotel right next to the location of the awards event.

But Hongjoong taught you very well that some awards didn't arrived into the hands of the right owners.

"Y/N!" San was surprised to see you as he entered the hall, wrapping his arms around you for a friendly hug.

"Y/N!!!" Wooyoung almost screamed, running towards you as he spooted you, immediately engulfing you into a tight hug.

The boys were like your brothers and you were thankful to have meet them. Thankful that they keep Hongjoong afloat and on the ground.

"You look pretty in your dress, noona!" Jongho compliments with a smile.

"Hello, baby" Hongjoong says, greeting you as he walks closer to you, placing a kiss on your cheek while placing a hand on your lower back. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asks.

"A drink would be nice" You said, smiling shyly at how handsome he looks tonight with his hair slicked back. Sometimes you wonder if his scalp is hurting from coloring his hair too much or did he just kept it all inside.

"Got it. I'll be right back!" With a huge smile on his lips, he leans to place a kiss on your cheek before heading to the mobile bar. The other boys have already gone and were either helping themselves at the dessert booth or dancing at the dance floor - leaving you alone at the group's booth.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone on a night like this?"

You lifted your head up and found Cravity's Minhee standing in front of you. You smiled at him then shook your head. "I'm not alone. My boyfriend just went to get us drinks."

Minhee's eyes then darted at the name of the current group this table's reserved for. His lips formed a shape before he tried to get closer to you. "Your boyfriend isn't here though. Is he the small guy? The one named Hongjoong?"

Gulping, you never liked talking about your boyfriend's insecurity. But what Hongjoong lacks, he always makes it up for in different ways. "You know, you should be with someone more taller. In that way, they could protect you better." Minhee smiles and points to himself. "Don't I fit the picture?"

You didn't bothered answering his question. Furthermore, your palms started to sweat and wondered what's taking Hongjoong so long. It was until, Minhee grabbed your forearm. "Come with me and I'll treat you really good."

You tried hard to force and yank your arm away from his grip, but it was no use - Minhee was stronger.

"If a lady says no, it means no. That's not an invitation for you to force her." Hongjoong calmly spoke as he reached you two. He set the two glasses of strawberry daiquiri's before punching Minhee square in the jaw, falling down on the ground.

Hongjoong didn't stop there, he squat down and grabbed his collar, repeatedly punching him in the face that blood started to trickle down his nostrils. All the idols stopped and slowly backed away from the two of them, their respective group members trying to pull them apart.

"Hey, you dropped something." Hongjoong says as Mingi and Yunho took his arms and restrained him from going after Minhee. Before Minhee could ask what was something he dropped, Hongjoong took the opportunity to extend his leg out to kick his chin.

"You dropped your manners." He says, panting heavily before yanking out his body. "And that's for Y/N" with that Hongjoong took your hand and led you out of the hall.

"Ouch!"

"Maybe if you didn't punched him you wouldn't be crying like this" You joked.

You and Hongjoong returned back to the hotel room and minutes later, the manager came striding in and gave Hongjoong an earful how bad this would look on the group and the company. But when Hongjoong started to explain what really happened that moment, the manager looked at him dumbfoundedly and wished his hand a speedy recovery.

"I could have bruised him up some more if only the boys didn't pulled me up" He frowned, looking away. Lifting your head up, you found it cute how his lips would form the smallest pout. And matching it with staring off somewhere? It was an adorable small trait of his.

"You look cute" You say

"I'm not cute!" Hongjoong scoffs, blushing at your comment to which it didn't go unnoticed by you. Chuckling at his cute antics.

"You're cuter than me." Hongjoong says, huffing as he looks at you after you've treated his hand.

"Come be cute with me in bed?" You asked, voice laced with lust as you laid down in the soft sheets. Taking the invitation, Hongjoong stood up from his seat, thankful to have someone like you in his life.

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