#a fucking fit to your face about it. probably bc it actually did feel more mean spirited sometimes

[munamania]

i dont wanna be a dick and act like i have no responsibility in this but after a point dont u think if all you ever say to ur friend is Omg you never make it out why dont you ever come out with us you bail all the time youre such a flake etc. dont u think that person (me) is like. not gonna feel so inclined to. be there

#like. yeah i was bad last semester i get it. and probably i shouldve tried at least once or twice to push thru #but i was so exhausted. and every time they would bring up hanging out it was on my longest days #and when i casually brought this up they were just like Well we have long days too. Okay! #and i love and miss these friends and i know for the most part. or at least think. theyre just teasing #i hate being seen as the flake like any time i do have to be like Oh i cant make that or Shit im sorry i have to bail #i try to offer an alternative???? and they never compromise on that. how is that fair like im not just outright rejecting u all the time #not to mention most of the time last semester it was always gonna be somewhere super easy for them to get home and far from me #im not like constantly holding this against them btw but i feel like they're holding it against me and i dont have any more apologies in me #anyway. that said. if theyre somewhere really expensive and far from me tn and i get out of work early #i. probably will not make it. lol! if theyd be willing to come a little closer to my place to one of the dives or some shit thatd be great #and like im not doing much today until class and work so really like. i WILL try. but i think they could sometimes not go for the most #expensive and inconvenient option as well. and these r all things ill say if it becomes like a problem problem or smth #but rn im not gonna be a dickhead and shit on their plans #but also! ok whatever im not gonna keep going on i just feel shitty im not 100% better from being sick and im just frustrated #about having to fuckign grovel over and over and over. i meant it the first few times now im just like #u could try not to be an asshole to me for five seconds too. like. i am very clearly not someone trying to secretly stop being friends #w yall. things happen #abby talks #and maybe this is an esp sore spot bc like ive certainly had some of you bail on me or be flaky or whatever before. and i didnt throw #a fucking fit to your face about it. probably bc it actually did feel more mean spirited sometimes #OK im sorry im not trying to make my friends sound evil and its mostly just the one and like im working on forgiving her for it cause it #was years ago but also like christ!

[aesthetic-bbyg]

BEACON OF HOPE ~ Sanji

LA!sanji x fem!reader

Warnings ! : being yelled at, daddy issues bc it’s the best fanfic seasoning, angst, fluff, abuse from parental figure, double standards, misogyny (or sexism?)

Nattie speaks: a lil something to y’all fed + I need a man like Sanji to comfort me and my daddy issues🙏

ZEFF WAS IN SOME SORT OF MOOD that day. The harsh trudging of his footsteps as he exited and entered the kitchen while bellowing orders was more then enough evidence to prove your point. Nobody in the kitchen even dared to breath the wrong way, afraid of the ex-pirates response. Even Sanji had managed to bite his tongue and hold back any snide remarks to keep the Zeff’s anger at bay.

You avoided any trouble all day, not causing a disturbance when a costumer was being particularly rude. You simply did you’re job was a waitress, took down orders and dropped them off at the kitchen, later coming back to collect the food and give them to the diners. You’d refused to even think about slacking off just a bit, not going over to Sanji for a couple flirtatious exchanges like usual. The Baratie was flooded in a thick tension but all was well, for the most part.

The business was booming with people, that certain point of the day where all the seats were filled with snobby, rich people. You’d been rushing between tables, taking down orders as quick as possible since these people didn’t recognize patience. It was overwhelming and overstimulating, making your temple throb in pain as you dragged you feet into the kitchen. You called out the order in a loud voice, sticking the scribbled notes onto the overhead where Carne cooked up a steak.

“Table 8 says they’ve been waiting for their drink for twenty minutes, y/n, hurry it up!” Zeff’s voice sudden boomed as he marched into the kitchen, you nearly flinched at the sound of his voice, swallowing down a remark about how those twenty minutes was actually a dramatized two minutes. Nonetheless you collected a few cups and took them straight out to table 8, some rich couple and their equally rich kids.

You gave them a kind smile, despite wanting to desperately slap their cocky smirks off their faces. “And are you ready to order?” You questioned in a chirpy tone, reaching for the notepad in your pocket and the pen tucked behind your ear.

“My, we just got our drinks, give us a minute to look over the menu.” The woman scoffed, you sucked you teeth in, blinking slowly and offering another wide grin.

“My apologies, I’ll be back in a bit.” You shoved the notepad back in its place, walking to a booth that was empty, though the table crowded in a mess of dishes. You reached for the sliver platter that held the receipt and a pitiful amount of berry left as a tip. “Assholes.” You mumbled, taking the money and collecting a few plates and cups.

The brewing storm in your head had begun to cloud your vision, sometimes you just wanted to quit and make a dramatic exit out of the shitty restaurant but you never had the balls to. The whole service you’d been good, held your shit together despite wanting to break down on the inside, bit your tongue, but the one moment you got vulnerable ended in tragedy.

In a fit of cursing out some of the customers out in your head, you didn’t take notice of the waiter coming out the kitchen at the exact same time you were entering. The collision led to the shatter of two plates, one cup and a mess of silverware clanking on the floor.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, watching as the waiter scurried away nervously, leaving you at the scene to deal with the approaching man.

“What the hell are you doing!” Zeff shouted, tone practically rumbling the whole restaurant as you stared up at him in utter shock. You felt like a kid again, having to guiltily stand there while an adult went on off on you. The man threw insults that he’d probably regret the next day, humiliating you over a few broken plates. You just stared down at the dirty floor, feeling tiny compared to him. “Clean this up and get out of sight!”

He walked past you, leaving the judging eyes of the kitchen crew to watch as you bent down, slowly picking up the larger chunks. You didn’t even realize that Sanji was approaching till the shadow of his figure loomed over you. You jumped, backing away in fear as you wide eyes met his. The boy frowned, taking notice at the tears pooling in your eyes and you’re quivering lip. You looked like a kicked puppy, that was enough for him to toss the shards of porcelain and help you up.

He took you out the back door, away from the staring eyes as he heard small whimpers escape your mouth. “It’s okay, darling, it’s okay.” He whispered, arms wrapped around your figure, his hand coming up to brush your hair. “The old man is just giving a hard time because he has a stick up his arse.”

You let out silent cries, tears dripping down your face and onto Sanji’s apron, his soothing tone helping ease the tightness in your chest. You felt stupid, and weak, crying over getting reprimanded for something that was your fault. Now your were taking valuable time away from both you and Sanji’s jobs, that’s all you thought about and it made you cry harder.

Funny enough, Sanji was thinking the opposite. He didn’t care about his job, or the broken pieces still laying on the kitchen floor, or even the fact that Zeff could come out any minute and yell at the two for slacking. All he cared about in that moment was you, making sure you cried all the tears you had, making sure that your trembling hands stilled. He placed chaste kisses on your head, standing there until your sobbing quieted down.

He slowly pulled away, hands still placed on your shoulder with a cautious look. “You look lovely, darling.” He chuckled at the sight of the black mascara that began to run down your cheek.

“Piss off.” You muttered humorously, taking the clean rag he offered and wiping away any evidence of your breakdown. “I hate today.”

“I know you do.” He whispered back, taking the cloth and gently swiping away the parts that you missed. “Beautiful as always.”

“Why are old people such assholes.” You shoved your head into his chest, words muffling as you did.

“Because they can’t get it up anymore without breaking a hip.”

You let out a chuckle, smiling against the material of his shirt, his chest vibrating with his own laugh and it calmed you down even more. You took in a deep breath, hands reaching down low, making the cook tense. You grabbed the pack of cigarettes he always had in his pockets, lifting the box with a sly smile.

“Get your head out the gutter.” He laughed quietly, reaching for the lighter in his other pocket as you shoved a cigarette into your mouth.

“Ready to go back in?” He questioned, watching as you puffed out a cloud of smoke.

“Yeah.” You replied quietly, taking a long drag while Sanji opened the door, allowing you to step in first. Gentleman, as always. “If Zeff smells this thing, I’m blaming you.”

The older man hated the stench of burnt out cigarettes that lingered in the air because Sanji had bad habit of lightening one every few hours. The ash tray on the extra table shoved in the corner of the kitchen was full, and Zeff always lectured the blonde on it, Sanji typically never cared enough to stop.

“Blame me all you want, darling, I’ll take the fall each time.” He winked at you, grabbing a dust pan and broom. He lazily swept up the mess, dumping it into the nearby garbage bin, something he knew Zeff would also yell at him about.

“He’s gonna kill you.”

“I’d like to that old man try.” Sanji smirked, giving you that classic flirty look that made the butteries flutter in your stomach. “Now, get back to work.”

You mocked a salut, rolling you’re eyes as you made your way to the kitchen doors, “Yes, chef.”

THE REST OF THE DAY HAD GONE smoothly, the sun hid itself behind the horizon as the dinning area emptied. Most of the guest had migrated to the bar, the party boomed at the other end of the restaurant.

You and Sanji were the only two in the kitchen, he was showing off some new dish he came up with, claiming it was the best thing on the VIP menu.

“We have a VIP menu?”

“Yeah, but it’s so secret that none of the guest know about it, not even the old man.” Sanji grinned, hand off the plate to you. “Now, the food critic decides.”

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile, picking up the fork and scooping up a bite into your mouth. The mixtures of taste were perfectly balance, unique flavors creating a wonderful sensation. There something about Sanji’s cooking that made you feel so safe and warm, you always teased that he was like a granny. He was able to create that familiarity in his food, something you eat every once in a while that reminds you of home.

You placed the fork down, dramatically folding your hands on your lap as you chewed down the food, “This dish, its…absolute shit.” You held back a smile, looking up at the cook.

Sanji glared at you, hands placed firmly on his hips. “You’re starting to sound like Zeff.”

“Ugh,” You groaned, “Don’t remind me.”

“I can’t believe he made you cry.” Sanji slid off into the seat right next to you, watching as the memory of his yelling flickered in your head, lips dipping into a soft frown. “Fuckin’ arse.”

“It really was my fault.” You mumbled back quietly, “But it was the fact that he yelled at me, you shoulda’ seen that look in his eyes.”

“I see it every day, darling.”

You didn’t like to reminisce on the past, especially since it was such a pain to even think about, both physically and emotionally. You didn’t open up about your family, or the crew you use to be a part of before running into the open arms of the Baratie. You were truly a mystery, you’re past locked up in a box and buried deep in the sand. Though sometimes, it escapes, poisoning you’re mind and breaking you down.

Zeff’s blow up triggered that poison, it spread like a virus, clouding you’re head for the rest of the day. Even now, you’d begun to dig up memories you didn’t want to remember. It was enough to make a fresh wave of tears build up, but you refused to cry this time, not allowing a single droplet to escape as you blinked them away. Though the quiet sniffle gave you away as Sanji glanced over at you, taking notice of the redness under your eyes, a silent confession that told him you were upset.

“You all right, darling?” He asked quietly, brows creased with worry, “Zeff isn’t here, he can’t make you feel like shit anymore.”

“It’s not that.” You whispered back, inhaling a shaky deep breath, “I’m just..thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” He asked, a comforting hand coming to hold yours. “If you need to talk about something you can talk to me.”

Silence filled the room as you struggled with making a decision, the truth was you’d probably start crying your eyes out if you opened your mouth. But the longer you held in these memories, the more toxic the venom became, it was tug-of-war between yourself and your conscious. Then again, the same trauma of the memories is what makes it such a hard task to open up.

You licked your lips, squeezing his hand gently and looking down. “I came from a pirate crew, but this pirate crew in specific was my family. Everyone on the ship was made up of all my relatives, mom, dad, siblings, cousins.” You saw the man nod from the corner of your eye, silently confirming his attendance. “My dad was the captain of the crew, and god he was a fuckin’ pain in the ass.” You voice cracked, words beginning to distort as you sucked in a deep breath. “My job on the crew was to basically be a maid, to pick up after the messes he made. Scrub the bird shit off the ledge, mop the deck, shine his shoes, serve him food, serve him drinks, anything a basic human can do I had to do for him.” You’re sadness had slowly began to turn to anger, your eyes lifting to finally meet his. “I got nothing in return, not even a few berry for the trouble.”

Sanji frowned deeply, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “Why would your father do this to you?”

His questioned made you scoff, because it was the same thing you asked the eighteen years your spent on the torturous ship. It wasn’t until you grew out of the naivety that you realized the answer. “Because I was a woman, and as a woman it was my job, my place, to provide service for the men. I was treated like shit all my life, and no one dared to say a thing.” You stood up, hand pulling away from his as you ran it through your hair frustratedly, moving to pace the kitchen. “The men believed that it was the job of a good wife to give and give, while they just take. I seemed to be the only one who didn’t believe this. But no one could ever speak up to the man, the captain himself, god forbid you disobeyed that asshole because he was never wrong, no matter the situation.” You finally sat back down, picking at your nails. “For years I was treated like nothing more then a slave, yelled at for being to slow, never praised for my work, only picked on what was wrong. It changed my way in seeing people, and it permanently left a scar on my everyday life. Hearing Zeff yell at me that way, it’s just..”

“I know, darling, I know.” Sanji cooed, for soft and tender, “That day, when you first arrived at The Baratie, you had a mark on your left cheek.” The cook swallowed thickly, recalling the day you’re feeble body came to the doors of the restaurant and begged for help. “Was that from him?”

The day before you escaped the ship you’d been refused food, as a punishment for not finishing your chores in time. When you spoke up about being hungry and the unfairness of it all, you received a harsh slap across the face. That was it, that was the last bit of disrespect you’d take. So you set off to steal a life boat and run away from the horrible treatment. “Yes, it was.”

“Bloody hell.” Sanji muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What was the name of your families crew?”

“The Calavera pirates.” You replied, Sanji leaned in closed, placing a finger on your chin to lift your gaze towards him.

“I’ll remember that name until the end of my life, and the day I find them, know that your same pain will be brought upon them.” His tone was so serious and low. His threat sent a chill down your spine, and not because you were scared of it, but because you knew he meant it. “You deserved so much better, darling.” He whispered, bringing you into his arms and planting a kiss on your hairline.

Sanji so desperately wanted to open his mouth and say that he’d treat you like a queen if you’d just give him a chance. But the man’s feelings were shoved down before they could tumble out his mouth. He chose to remain silent, allowing his actions to speak for him. With this new confession he made it his mission to take the extra step in making sure you were treated right. He would be your shoulder to cry on or someone to love, whatever you wanted. It was painful, the amount of love he held in his heart and he was unable to fully show you it.

But if he must wait all his life, he will.

sobbing but wanting to smash at the same time

lord pls send help.

#vinsmoke sanji #Sanji #blackleg sanji #Sanji opla #Sanji one piece #Sanji x reader #vinsmoke Sanji x reader #Sanji x you #sanji imagine #sanji live action #opla #one piece #one piece live action #one piece show #one piece fics #one piece imagine

[livingindabisribcage]

Foul legacy Childe pls

I'm taking this as a horny request bc,, same

it would probably be deep into your guys relationship before this would ever happen

and he might (would) have fantasies about it, about tearing open your little hole(s) with his essentially magically enlarged cock

about being able to pick you up and fuck you while you dangle there helpless, and how he could easily overpower you with little to no effort

but, those would just be his 'you're not there, so he has to get himself off' fantasies

you don't really get to see him fight either, and he doesn't really use this form outside of fights because of the physical toll it takes on him, so you would only have descriptions of this form for the longest

until one day, you two are out and stumble across a few too many ruin graders, and even if you can fight, childe is always quick to be your protector, and he uses his foul legacy form in order to get it over with quickly

and as soon as you see him transform, my god your brain gets filled with ideas

because he's so,, big. did everything else grow in proportion? and the feeling of him towering over you, you can already feel yourself throbbing at the ideas of what he could do to you

he is a bit weak afterwards though, so your focus shifts to helping him, but later on when you're back home and you have time to think again, you decide you have to try and ask

so you do, tracing your fingers up and down his stomach, leading into his waistband slightly, and ask 'so,, just a random question,, is,, you know,, this? bigger? when you're like that?' as you say 'this' you brush a finger over his cock

he stares at you, kinda surprised, before nodding. 'a little, why?'

'you know why.'

so, even though technically he knows he really shouldn't use this form for this, especially after already using it earlier, all those little fantasies are rushing through his head and his cock is quickly hardening

so, within the next 5 minutes, he's standing there, giant, basically with only the armor covering his dick area gone. and 'a little' was a big fucking understatement

his dick Is AT LEAST a foot long, and you don't know if you should be more overwhelmed by the fact your boyfriend is standing at around 13 feet tall, or that his dick would easily reach your ribs once inside you. and that's just the length, it's around 4 inches wide as well

you don't know if you can even physically handle all that, but you're no quitter, and you haven't been this fucking horny in forever

and don't worry, childe makes sure your body is plenty ready for him, using those long fingers to stretch you out and get you wet enough for him to not completely tear you open

he also would force you on your knees to at least attempt to suck him off, he loves seeing you struggle to even fit it in your mouth, and how even when deepthroating it you can still use both of your hands to beat him off

he'll make you cry from the face fucking alone, and God you look so pretty with your face covered in his cum

now, he's ready to fuck you, and he would probably prefer to at least start in doggy so that he isn't crushing you with his huge body

once he is inside you, it definitely hurts at first, he's not even all the way in and he's already in your guts, but very quickly it turns into pleasure

childe is having a hard time controlling himself too, wanting so badly just to ram into you nonstop, and cum over and over again deep into you, but he knows he needs to be careful so he doesn't actually hurt you

however, once you are adjusted, and he's able to push himself all the way into you, he's abusing that dumb little hole of yours.

suddenly you feel like a fuck toy, hes holding you up and just slamming you over and over onto his cock, his hands are gripping into you so tightly that you can already feel the bruises forming

any noises from him that would normally be moans or whines are pure growls now, he's weirdly animalistic but you don't even mind

he's also degrading you heavily right now, while also telling you how pretty you look while stuffed with his dick, or cumming all over him, but you're such a fucking slut for enjoying this, you deserve to be fucking ruined

this form allows him to move faster than usual too, you're just getting fucked so roughly that you can barely think, all you know is that you can't stop cumming

he keeps cumming as well, this form allowing him to not lose any stamina from it, all that happens is he gets more sensitive and his need to be inside you grows each time

the phrase fucked stupid isn't even enough to describe what happens to you, you're pretty sure you passed out as soon as he did pull out of you. you have 0 recollection of anything except of how good your body felt, and how good his dick felt inside of you.

childe soon describes all the drawbacks of this form to you, kinda making you feel bad for requesting it, but don't worry, this definitely isn't the only time this happens

#i need him #childe #childe x reader #childe headcanons #childe imagine #childe tartagalia #tartaglia headcanons #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe smut

[thegoldencontracts]

Hey! I love your writing and was wondering if I could please request something myself?

Perhaps something where the reader finds out Azul is ticklish?

No pressure ofc^^ I’ll enjoy anything you write. Thank you!

- 🐙

Of course, thank youu for the request! I love the idea of him getting sooo embarrassed and ofc teasingly "oblivious"!reader bc I'm a sucker for flustered Azul and of course PININGGG

That's Preposterous!

Summary: Azul always seems so- perfect, always calm and in control. So when you find a new way to break his composure, you can't help but tease him about it.

Notes: So lovely to write, tw for tickling in case it's a trigger for you

Azul was always calm. Always in control. There was no denying that. You loved that side of him, all those talents, his voice, his grades - all obtained through hard work.

But you also loved to see the little cracks in his composure. The Azul beneath the mask of a perfect businessman. You'd made a little mental scrapbook of all these occasions, like you he blushed when you called him beautiful, or the way he got pouty whenever someone talked about his mess-ups during flight class. You seriously loved seeing those little slip ups.

...Seven, you were so crushing on him. You could practically hear Ace laughing at you for not just confessing already. But that wouldn't happen, because Azul would probably just reject you on the spot. He always talked about how dumb love was, after all.

For now, you'd just have to be satisfied with continuing to try and break through his composure. And hey, sometimes, it worked!

Like now. You were studying with him in the as, and while trying to reach for a book behind Azul, and you accidentally grazed his midsection.

The yelp you received was priceless.

"Huh?" You asked, though a second later, it was pretty apparent what happened. You could feel the grin stretch across your face. Getting that book wasn't important. Right now, you'd just found a new way to break through Azul's composure.

"Azul."

It was lilting, teasing, even, and Azul pretty quickly began to realize what you'd realized.

Azul Ashengrotto was ticklish? Another weakness to add to your little mental scrapbook.

"Is something wrong, Azul?" You asked in the most innocent-sounding voice you could muster.

Azul's eyes narrowed.

"I'm certain you understand the issue," he said, though no amount of defensiveness could hide the way his cheeks were turning red.

Somehow, you felt even more smug than before. This was going to be fun.

"No, no," you said. "Something has to be wrong! Maybe, you're sick? Let me check your temperature."

And so, you skittered your fingers all over his midsection, making it pretty evident that you did not, in fact, think he was sick, and were simply trying to mess with him, because people usually didn't usually check for a fever on the stomach.

Azul kept his lips stubbornly pressed shut, though he still ended up letting out a yelp right before he pushed your hands away.

"C-Cease this at once," he said, cheeks now bright red.

"Why?" You asked, and just as he was about to retort, you poked at his stomach. "Are you sore here or something? If so, I can always help!"

You sounded so innocent there it was actually impressive. Azul, meanwhile, couldn't hold in his laughter anymore.

"S-Shut it, you a-absolute-" Azul cut himself off with laughter. "Creti- Gah!"

Just as he was about to call you a cretin, you upped your attack, sending him into a full-on giggling fit.

"Really, Azul, tell me, what's happening? Why exactly are you laughing so hard? Did I say something funny?"

Azul glared at you as if to say 'How the fuck do you expect me to reply when I'm laughing too hard to talk', though it was hard to take him seriously when his cheeks were bright red and he had the biggest - forced, but still - smile on his face.

You still slowed down. You didn't want to actually cause him pain, after all. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved him way too much for that.

Finally slowing your assault, you shot Azul what was probably one of the coolest looking impish grins of all time.

"So," you started. "Is something wrong, Azul?"

It seemed like the dots had finally connected in Azul's brain. There was only one way to get out of this.

He'd have to admit he was ticklish.

"I-I'm afraid I'm rather..." He trailed off, ducking his head in embarrassment. You weren't having any of that. You scratched a finger under his chin, making him look up with a yelp. "Ticklish."

His face was bright red, eyes looking anywhere but you, and his hair ruffled. You couldn't help but grin as you finally removed your fingers. He looked so- mesmerizing like this.

"Glad to see you admitted it," you said, because the oblivious act had served it's purpose.

Azul just glared at you, but the pout on his face made it much less intimidating.

"Don't speak a word of this to anyone," he said. "Do you understand- Gah!"

You cut him off with a quick poke, and he looked at you incredulously.

"Aww, is Azul embarrassed that he-"

"Get out!" He said, voice cracking midway. He was really embarrassed about this, wasn't he?

You were going to stop for now, though. Or else you feared he might just explode considering how red his face was getting.

"Fine, fine."

As you left the office, though, you managed to catch a glimpse of Azul's fond smile, his little goodbye wave while he thought no one was looking.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #tina rambles #azul x reader #twst #twst azul #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #azul x you #fluff #tw tickling #<- in case you're uncomfortable with it

[sungbeam]

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝

nonidol!eric sohn x f!reader

1.7k words, YO! SUGGESTIVE, college au, kissing, swearing, mentions of drinking, the bra comes off but nothing explicit (uh minors... DNI), his shirt comes off, barely proofread bc i wrote this on impulse and tis late for me

a/n: i let my impulsive and intrusive thoughts win.

Hands—his hands were everywhere. Anywhere he could fit his palms, his fingers against and into—every curve and crevice would not be leaving untouched. He burned his prints into your skin, signed his name with his lips, tongue, voice.

"This okay?" He murmured against the column of your throat. He could probably feel the way your pulse raced at his touch as you arched yourself into him.

Your breath hitched, his lips pressing feather-light kisses, his fingertips dancing along the bottom hem of your shirt. "More—more than okay," you exhaled, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He gave a groan of approval from the hollow of your throat, then swiftly moved back up to capture your lips for himself and steal your breath away.

(before.)

"Yn." At the feeling of a nudge to your side, you turned to your friend Jisung whose face was fitted with the widest, shit-eating grin. "You know that guy's been checking you out all night, right?"

He inclined his head toward your 4 o'clock, and you curiously followed his gaze to see what he was talking about.

You caught sight of him across the room—red ball cap, white dress shirt with nearly half the buttons undone, exposing the smooth skin beneath and the chain hanging from his collar. He nodded at you, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he smiled.

Your heart went and did a row of cartwheels.

You and Jisung had come with a group of friends to this one party tonight. There were no expectations, really, only that you had all Rock-Paper-Scissored and Felix was forced to DD. Jisung and you had lost the others pretty fast, but you hadn't minded the bit of one on one time you got with him. (You liked to claim you didn't have favorites, but Han Jisung was a little difficult to not love.)

"You know him?" Jisung asked you after draining whatever was left in his plastic cup. He gave a grimace at the burn down the back of his throat.

"Uhm yeah, actually." You smiled, lifting a brow. "Eric Sohn. Plays shortstop for the uni baseball team." Yeah, you knew him, alright. You never missed a baseball game, even since high school, and that tradition had yet to stop in college. Sometimes, you would even go with your other friend Seungmin, if he had time. It was something that reminded you a lot of life in your hometown, where all your closest friends would hit the neighborhood field to play a round or two. Of course, constantly being in the stands meant that someone was bound to notice your presence.

Maybe he'd finally figured out you weren't there for anyone in particular.

A crease formed between Jisung's brows. "What the fuck's a shortstop?—You know what? I don't need to know," he said with a shake of his head. He turned his body toward you, extending his hand, "Dude's coming this way, so I won't step on your toes."

You passed Jisung an incredulous look, but clasped his hand with yours. "Just say you don't wanna cockblock me, Ji."

He laughed. "Hey, you said it this time, not me! Use protection, my friend," he teased, patting you on the shoulder before taking his leave and melding with the crowd.

You rolled his eyes, but your heart still thundered in your chest. Jisung said Eric was on his way over to you, and you were a little nervous to turn around and look—

"I've kind of been wondering about something."

Here he is. You whirled around and came face to face with the man in question. From up close, his jawline was even sharper than it looked from all the way up in the bleachers, his hands veiny all the way down his forearms. And his shirt seemed to be hanging on just enough to leave something for the imagination, but you were sure your imagination would be pretty on the nose anyway. His smile was even prettier this close and there was something boyish about its edge that threw you for a loop. He braced an arm against the wall next to you, and you saw the glint of his silver watch and the rings adorning his fingers.

"And what would you be wondering?" You prompted with a small tilt of your head.

"What's a girl as pretty as you doing alone all the time?" He asked. "I've been racking my brain for an explanation, and none of my teammates say they know you."

"Maybe I'm just looking for a good time," you replied airily, leaning toward him slightly. Then it came to you, the replays of him on the field, the way he so effortlessly caught your attention like he turned double plays. "And someone who knows what he's doing, I suppose."

His smile widened a sliver, following your lead. "And what can I do to prove to you that I do?"

You could smell the expensive, but subtle cologne lingering on his skin and clothes over the smell of the party around you. Your eyes darted down to his lips and you saw him do the same to you. "Come a little closer and find out."

(now.)

He was addicted to the taste of you—couldn't stop and didn't plan to stop until he traced every inch of you with his mouth. Eric had lost his cap at some point between meeting you and getting you alone in this room. It was dark, it was hot—you were hot. Your skin was on fire, there was sweat dripping down the back of your neck. Your hands were in his hair, but he wanted them on his body, in his pants, and still in his hair.

You gave a tug as he pressed his tongue into your mouth, a pretty whine coaxed from you. God, you were so pretty. So pretty and perfect and—he couldn't believe you were single.

His nose slotted against yours, his knee sliding between your thighs and keeping your knees from buckling. He kept you up by his own strength and the wall behind you.

You broke for air and he dove for your neck. "Eric," you managed to say between breaths, the top of his head tickling the bottom of your chin.

He hummed, hands squeezing your sides. "I'm gonna stick my hands under your shirt," he rasped when he pulled back to look you in the eyes, a silent question of permission.

"Be my guest."

"You're cute," he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

You smiled. "I can say the same about you." You reached for his face with both of your hands, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin as his hands inched up under your shirt. "Now let me eat you up, Eric Sohn."

You could taste his laugh on your tongue. "Mmh—fuck, I like the—the sound of that."

And you were all too soon consumed and suffocating on him again, choking on the feel of muscle beneath your hands that moved to grip his shoulders; ascending, as he pressed himself against you, until no air existed between your bodies. Your mind was blank, all that laid upon your tongue was his and his name.

Eric, Eric, Eric…

"Can I take your shirt off?" You asked between kisses, catching his bottom lip between your teeth for a spell.

His forehead rested against yours, noses slotted beside each other. He braced an arm against the wall by your head while the other wrapped around your waist. "Oh my god, please."

Lazily, he kissed you again, and he somehow made your toes curl even more.

He would turn his eyes downward to watch your fingers slide each button out of its slit, the curtains of his white shirt slowly falling open. And he would find your lips again, one kiss rewarded for each buttoned freed.

Eric shrugged the garment off and it fluttered to the floor. With your eyes adjusted to the dark and the minimal light streaming in from beneath the door, you could trace the hard lines of his arms and stomach. Line by line.

"You're beautiful," you blurted out suddenly. Inwardly, you winced; dear god, you hoped you didn't just kill the mood.

Instead, though, he giggled. No one had ever called him beautiful before, at least, not to his face. Eric cupped the back of his neck with boyish glee, then moved to hold your cheek. "I'm gonna kiss you for that."

That was so fine by you.

He made good on his word and dove for your mouth, expertly catching the back of your head with his hand for cushion against the wall. And if you hadn't had the wall for support, you were certain the force of his kiss would have you bending over backwards.

Your fingers dug into his arms for good measure. Heat pooled in your belly, a fire that kept you fueled and was fanned by Eric-motherfucking-Sohn.

He groaned into your mouth, an awfully delicious sound. "Bra clasp? Wanna feel you, baby."

As everything seemed to be, permission was granted immediately.

His fingers flew up your shirt again and cupped you through your bra. You felt him wrap around your body, nimbly flicking at the clasp—

There was a hurried and loud knock on the door, and you both jolted in surprise.

"Occupied!" Eric barked, hands stilling over the place where your strapless bra had been two seconds ago.

"Eric? It's Kevin! It's an emergency." Someone's voice—Kevin's—echoed through the locked door. He didn't even bother to jiggle the handle.

You saw a muscle feather in his jaw, and he carded a hand through his damp, dark hair. Conflict flickered in his eyes, from you, to the door. "One minute, hyung."

You heard footsteps retreat from outside.

Eric leaned down and scooped up your bra and his shirt from the floor, handing you your garment with a sigh. "Sorry for cutting this short," he murmured, cupping the back of your head affectionately.

Your smile was easy, and you swiftly reset your clothes and hair. "Don't worry about it. It sounds important."

"If it's Kevin, then it probably is," he agreed. He'd finished buttoning up his shirt halfway.

When you reached for the doorknob, Eric spun you back around towards him and swooped in for a kiss that made your head spin around. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, a last taste for now. "I'm not done with you yet, though, Yn."

You bit back your grin. "I was betting on that, Sohn."

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[mypimpademia]

So idk if you write for Kiri, but you know how kirishima is kinda like a total boys boy? Like a gym bro, kinda hyper masc? Well do you think you can write him with a hyper fem/hello kitty kinda girl? Like he always thought that he would be with kinda a gym girl, or someone more his speed with that kind of stuff, but instead he falls in love with a girl who always is wearing pink and something hello kitty themed? And how once he tells the bakugo buddy bunch about his crush on her they totally bully him for it (lovingly ofc)

Or maybe denki? I love both the silly boys bc iykwim they jus so adorable!

Like denki has a type, and [insert reader name] did not meet the standards of that, but little sparky boy did not think he would fall in love with her so quicky, especially because she's jus so feminine, and not necessarily that it's bad, he is just so confused on why they feel the need to dress like that. He's not opposed to trying new things or matching outfits tho.....

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Kirishima x Hyperfem! Fem!Reader

TW: Swearing

Note: YOURE PERFECTLY FINE, I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE GO INTO DETAIL WITH REQUESTS🫶🏾 TYSM FOR SUPPORTING I HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELY💖💖

— KIRISHIMA

⇶ Eijiro himself was confused when he developed feelings for you

⇶ He would never tell you this now, or probably ever, but you were nothing like the type of girl he imagined himself with

⇶ He always thought he’d date a girl that was similar to him interest wise, athletic, very fitness focused, into stuff like protein shakes

⇶ Not to say that it was bad that you weren’t like that, but it just wasn’t expected

⇶ Even the Bakusquad was perplexed when he revealed that he had a crush on you

“No fucking way.”

Eijiro waved off Denki’s response, slumping into the sofa with a sigh.

“Hey, don’t be an asshole! What’s wrong with Y/n? She’s cool and pretty!” Mina defended, shoving Denki by his shoulder.

He groaned dramatically, jokingly rubbing his arm in the spot she made contact with.

“I don’t mean it like that,” he explained. “She’s just the complete opposite of what Eiji always said he was lookin’ for in a girl.”

“No fuckin’ kidding, have you seen the girls room? It’s like she set off a pink paint bomb in there,” Bakugo chimed in.

“I like it!” Mina exclaimed.

“Yeah, I wonder why,” Bakugo muttered, earning a pillow to the face from Mina in response.

“I dunno, I kinda like it. It’s cute, and it’s actually a really nice contrast to me and my usual type,” Eijiro said.

“Yeah, you guys would look good together,” Denki, urged. “Honestly, I was gonna go for her, but I’ll let you have her!”

Eijiro rolled his eyes at the cocky remark from his friend.

“Let him? It’s that Denki for ‘I couldn’t pull her if I tried?’ Or?” Mina teased.

“Hey, what happened to ‘don’t be an asshole,’?”

⇶ When you do eventually get together, Eijiro comes to love your hyperfeminine all pink aesthetic

⇶ At first, the constant stares of all your stuffed animals would scare him when he slept over, and he had more nightmares of them attacking him than he’d like to admit

⇶ But now, your room is his favorite place to sleep, especially after a good workout and shower

⇶ Loves seeing you all dolled up whenever you go out anywhere

⇶ Sending him daily fit pics is a REQUIREMENT.

⇶ Calls you his doll all the time because that’s what you remind him of when you’re all dressed up in some frilly outfit and covered in pink from head to toe

⇶ Doesn’t understand the obsession with Sanrio and Hello Kitty and why you incorporate it into all your outfits, but he loves guessing the names of whatever character(s) you have on your clothes that day and gets so happy when he guesses right

⇶ And even though he doesn’t understand, he still buys you anything Sanrio that he sees in the store because he knows you’ll like it

⇶ If you make him watch Hello Kitty and Friends with you though, Eijiro will quickly learn to love it and know all the characters names by heart

⇶ Gets you both sleep masks of your favorite characters as well as matching pajamas

⇶ Eijiro might just love your cutesy aesthetic more than you, even though it’s not exactly what he gravitates towards for himself

⇶ Although you weren’t necessarily the type of person he expected to fall for, he could never imagine himself with anyone else <3

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[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Limoncello - Chapter 6

Pairings: Nick Folio x OFC, Bad Omens x OFC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, one mini flashback, I didn't proof read half of this bc I hate myself, a stupid joke? or exchange??, like it's really fucking dumb i'm warning you.

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“To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with.” ~ Mark Twain

Mountains of different shirts, shorts, pants, skirts, and dresses littered the floor in Maeve’s bedroom. She couldn’t even see the floor anymore. When Nick had told her that he found it hard to believe that she owned anything black, she hadn’t expected that the nail polish would actually be the only black thing she owned. She also hadn’t realized that she had this many clothes. She growled in frustration as she grabbed yet another colorful article of clothing. She looked over to her vanity where her phone was propped up against the mirror, her best friend’s bored face covering the screen as she watched Maeve through the ongoing facetime call. 

“Presley,” Maeve whined to her friend, striding towards the phone and picking it up as she anxiously ran her fingers through hair. “What do I do? I have nothing to wear to this gig.” 

Presley sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Your floor looks like the opening scene of Clueless. You have plenty to wear,” she started. “What exactly are you going for?”

“Like…A rockstar girlfriend type of look,” Maeve sounded unsure. “At least something that won’t make me stick out like a sore thumb.” 

Presley visibly held back laughter. “Babe, that’s so not you. You’re not going to find anything that fits the bill in your closet.” 

“Well what do I do? I can’t go buy anything,” Maeve whined. “I have to be ready in an hour.” 

Presley thought for a moment, “Do you still have those dark green corduroy shorts?” 

Maeve nodded and set the phone down to dig through the closet once more. She found them relatively quick and put them on to ensure that they still fit. They did. 

“Great,” Presley approved. “Now just style those how you’d usually style them. You’ll look gorgeous. If that boy likes you for you, he’ll think so too. Plus, it’s a dive bar. Don’t overthink it.”

Maeve felt her face heat up at the mention of Nick possibly liking her. She hoped he did, but she continuously convinced herself that he was just friendly. Presley had been rooting for them the moment Maeve told her about him on the day the band moved in across the street.

“Presley!” Maeve beamed once she answered the facetime call. “I have new neighbors! Across the street!”

“I’m assuming you already went over there?” Presley questioned, knowing her friend’s tendency to be hospitable. 

“I just got back from bringing them cookies,” Maeve confirmed. “It’s four guys. And! They’re a band. From what I can tell, they play pretty heavy stuff. Well, heavy for me at least.” Maeve rambled on with the biggest smile that Presley had seen from her in a long time. Maeve usually was one to get excited about meeting new people. But Presley could tell this was different. 

“How did it go?” Presley asked gently, trying to get more information about these neighbors and why they had her so excited. 

“It went really well! They’re all so kind! They loved the cookies,” Maeve giggled before she continued. “Oh! Their drummer is really cute.” 

Presley watched as Maeve’s face turned bright red. “Tell me more about this drummer.” 

“Well, his name is Nick. He seemed a little bit shy. But when we shook hands, neither of us let go when we definitely should’ve. I feel really stupid for that. It’s probably my fault,” Maeve’s smile faded a bit. “Oh my God, he probably thinks I’m so weird.”

Presley laughed and shook her head, “If he didn’t let go either, it’s probably fine.” Presley didn’t say anything then, but she knew that Maeve had a crush and that Nick probably had one too. 

Maeve dug through the clothes on the floor and in the closet looking for some very specific pieces. She grabbed a fitted, cropped white tank top, a thin brown belt, and some brown boots. After dressing herself completely she threw on a dainty, gold necklace and matching stud earrings. She backed up so she was in frame to show Presley. “This is cute right? I don’t think I’ll stick out like a sore thumb.” 

“Super cute. Super you.” Presley gave her a thumbs up. “I love it.”

“Cool,” Maeve nodded. “One more question. Bubble braids?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

After throwing her hair into bubble braids, doing some light, glowy makeup, and saying goodbye to Presley, Maeve grabbed her purse and made her way across the street. She smiled as she saw the garage door open the second she stepped into their driveway. ‘Perfect timing,’ she thought. 

Nicholas stepped outside first, his hair sitting messily in a bun on top of his head. He offered a tight lipped smile. “Hey Maeve. You’re still riding with us, right?”

“If that’s still okay with you guys, then yes,” she grinned as she approached him. 

“Well, you’ll be riding with Folio in the truck,” he explained. “And trust me, he’s more than okay with it.”

“Oh you guys take separate vehicles?” Maeve tilted her head to the side. 

Nicholas nodded, “Yeah. The drum kit takes up a lot of space, so we have to.”

The door leading into the garage opened and Nick emerged. He seemed to be on autopilot as he went straight over to the drum kit without even glancing in their direction. As he began to prepare it for loading, Nicholas leaned over to Maeve. “Watch this,” he whispered. He cleared his throat. “Hey, Folio.”

Without turning to look, Folio responded with a hum. 

Nicholas tried to hold back a smirk, “Maeve’s here. You’re not gonna say hi?”

Folio froze in his spot for a moment. His eyes widened as he finally turned around. His face had turned beet red in a matter of seconds. 

Maeve tried to hold back a laugh, “Yeah what’s up with that?” She played along. “You invited me and you’re not even gonna say hi?” He looked nervous, embarrassed and clearly didn’t know what to say. Maeve couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore as she walked over to him, “I’m just messing.” She placed her hand on his bicep and gave it a comforting squeeze. 

His face settled into a goofy grin as he looked down at her, “Very funny.” 

“Nicholas started it,” Maeve jutted her thumb to point behind her at Nicholas, who had a hand over his mouth still trying so hard not to burst out laughing. 

Folio rolled his eyes as he turned his focus to Nicholas. “Since this is so funny, why don’t you help me load this up?”

Maeve stepped to the side as Nicholas began to help Folio. Once they were far away enough from Maeve, Nicholas decided to tease him a little more. “You are so fucking down bad,” he mumbled to him with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

With all the instruments and equipment loaded up, they all left for the bar. Maeve sat in the passenger’s seat of Nick’s old truck and tried not to stare too hard at his profile while he drove. Nick was trying to keep his eyes on the road. It was proving difficult with how pretty she looked and how nice she smelled, so he kept stealing little glances. 

He then realized how quiet it was. Even with the music playing from the radio, he still felt like there was an intense, awkward silence. He needed to say something. He didn’t want it to seem like he didn’t want her there. So, he began to talk about the first thing that came to mind. It just so happened to be a shower thought that he’d had earlier. “You know dog whistles?” he asked her.

Maeve furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at him. “Yeah…” she trailed off, confused. “What about them?”

“So, only dogs hear them, right?”

“I guess…yeah.” She had no idea where he was going with this, but she was curious enough to play into it. 

“Alright. Have you ever heard of a death whistle?” he questioned, seemingly changing the subject. 

“Like the Aztec ones?” Maeve asked. A smile began to form on her face at the strangeness of this conversation. 

“Exactly,” said Nick. “Do you think it’s the same? Like only dogs can hear dog whistles. Can only dead people hear death whistles?”

She bursted into a fit of laughter. “Definitely not,” she responded. “How would that even work? How do they hear it if they're dead?” 

Nick started to laugh along with her, “I don’t know! Maybe their souls have ears or something.” 

“That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard,” Maeve laughed, clearly amused. She lifted her hand to cover her mouth as she continued to laugh harder and harder the more she thought about the absurdity of the question. 

Nick looked over at her fully as he laughed at his own stupid question and her reaction to it. Then he noticed her nails. “Hey, did you paint your nails? They’re black.”

Through heaving breaths in an attempt to control her laughter, Maeve nodded. “Yeah, I painted them last night. Thought it could be fun for us to match.” 

Nick swore he felt his heart swell at the admission and he was rendered speechless for a moment. “Yeah,” he said softly, his own laughter long faded but a fond smile still present. “That’s sick.” 

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[onlyseokmins]

jeonghan + face sitting 🙈

I apologize skdjfskdj I took off w/ this one and expanded on my timestamp pairing bc they just seemed to fit this and it turned out WAY longer than I thought but I hope ppl still enjoy it!

It’s a well-known fact that Jeonghan is one of the prettiest men in the world, but you think he looks the loveliest between your legs — hair disheveled from your fingers, forehead shining with a sheen of sweat, and eyelids fluttering shut with bliss. Although now he looks directly up at you with glazed-over eyes, begging for your forgiveness.  

You had given him the cold shoulder the entire drive and even upon arriving home, despite his offer for you to just use him as you pleased to make up for the things he’d said. In fact, you’d just wanted to go straight to bed, partially convinced your sour mood was a result of exhaustion. But your mouthy boyfriend refused to cease his incessant whining, literally following you around your shared apartment until you finally snap and decide to really shut him up.

He’s compliant once you push him down on the bed to straddle his torso, so you brush away the urge to pull out the handcuffs and leave him cuffed to the bedpost until morning. Forgetting the idea of toys altogether (even if your boyfriend looks downright gorgeous gagged), you might as well get something straight away out of this anyways.

And you do.  

Jeonghan’s well-trained when he actually behaves. With his tongue swirling rapidly in and around your cunt as you balance your weight on top of his delicate face, it’s your turn to talk.

“Did it feel good? Telling the boys you fuck me like I’m some worthless whore?” When you lift up slightly, he gasps below you, eyes drawn to the delectable meal he’s eating until you tug his hair. “Was it worth it?”

He licks his shiny, swollen lips as he contemplates his answer. “’m sorry, love.”

You scoff. Dropping back down and gyrating your hips across his mouth, already aware of the fact that this really wasn’t a punishment even before his delighted groans reach your ears as he messily makes out with your pussy. Your hand reaches behind before you get too lost in the feeling, easily finding the hard bulge of his dick still tucked in his jeans.

“Isn’t it funny how hard someone is from a lil face-sitting?” You squeeze lightly and he hisses. “And isn’t it cute that a certain someone could cum from that alone, yet he acts like such a big brat?”

Jeonghan’s noises grow louder as you continue to stroke him and when you lift up again to let him breathe after his rather guttural groan, hands fly to your hips despite the implicit command to not touch without permission.

“Will you forgive me if I make you cum first?”

It’s probably not the best timing but you gently pry his fingers away to move off him even as he makes sounds of protest. He sits up and continues to hold eye contact, searching for an unspoken answer only to raise an eyebrow at your chagrined smile.

“I’m not really mad, I just… okay. We should talk. Are you ashamed of our relationship?”

“What? Angel, no, I — ”

“Maybe I should clarify, does our… dynamic embarrass you? Because if you’re not happy with the sex then — ”

“It’s not that!” Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair and bites his lip. “I love our sex life.”

“But…”

“I don’t know! I wouldn’t change anything, but I just felt so… never mind. It was pathetic, I said stupid shit, and I’m sorry about it.”

You’re pretty sure you’re getting closer to what you speculated and take his hand in yours. “Hannie, you’re not any less of a man or partner whether I’m in control or you are. All that matters is that we’re enjoying ourselves and acting safe.”

“And in love,” he cracks a grin when you raise your eyebrows in surprise at his addition, “I do know that, and I wouldn’t change a thing… I guess I just got… I don’t know…”

“It’s alright, I’ll be honest though — I don’t really like these new friends of yours.”

“They’re a little… different. More vulgar, I guess.”

“Tempted to fuck in front of them so they learn some respect.” Jeonghan lets out an appalled gasp of your name even as his hips jerk up slightly to betray him and you giggle. “You’d like that, huh?”

“You’re evil.”

“On occasion, sure, but.” You switch to a more serious tone again. “Babe, be honest. Are you still wary of what Cheol’s gonna do? This is why I asked about our relationship, I promise he’s not as serious as he says. He’s always going to be a protective lil snot.”

Your boyfriend strokes your cheek with a regretful smile. “He just wants his older sister to be happy and well-taken care of — something I keep fucking up.”

“Yoon Jeonghan, you take that back right now!”

“Alright, alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, “but you and I both know there are at least twelve guys ready to chop off my head if you so much as cough because of me.”

“I cough a lot because of your — anyways, you know that they all expected this right? Joshua thanked me last week because my brother took them all out to the fanciest restaurant in the city.”

“Why?”

“Because he lost the bet, figured you wouldn’t have the guts to go through with it even if I managed to ask you out. That’s prolly why he joked about you paying for his drinks.”

“Seungcheol is terrifying. He doesn’t play around.”

“I keep telling you he’s all bark and no bite! We all know who’s the real biter in the family.” You prove your point and lean in to refresh the pretty markings you love leaving around Jeonghan’s collarbones, continuing to mumble against his skin. “All them are going to be — already are — so supportive. Sure they may tease a bit but they’re not going to disrespect us like these randos.”

“Angel, I know you’re always right in the end, but… can we not have a heart-to-heart in the middle of sex? I think my dick’s gonna go flat if you mention our oh-so-lovely friend group one more time.”

You click your tongue. “Impossible. We can’t have that, can we?”

“We can’t.”

With the way he easily slips back into the dynamic, eagerly licking his lips as you reposition your thighs around his head, you’re filled with a strange sense of relief. It might not be an easy transition into the friendship with the relatively new and different relationship with Jeonghan but at the very least, they’re the people closest that love the two of you very dearly.

But your boyfriend’s right — now is not the time to think about it anymore. Instead, you focus on taking his length into your mouth to make sure it stays hard (of course it would), the shift into facing the end of the bed (and his dick lol) ensuring that desire. It isn’t long before you finally let him have his way with you, the restraining control he exercises completely breaking as his hips slam erratically against yours.

His hands roam freely across your curves, happily groping at your breasts and sliding down to play with your clit. Moans fill the bedroom before you pull him close for messy open-mouthed kisses, tongues tangling in a heat-filled frenzy as you both approach your climax for the night.

Jeonghan’s rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when he suggests grabbing lunch with the boys and their significant others over the weekend. You smile at him in agreement, placing a chaste kiss against his lips before mischievously swiping a handful of soap suds across his nose. You’re sure your neighbors will file a noise complaint because of loud giggles and shrieks, shortly followed by another round of sinful moans echoing up the shower pipes. But who cares?

When you’re finally in bed, Jeonghan’s arm draped over you waist as he quietly snores, you send a message to your brother.

i’m the happiest i’ve ever been so don’t fuck this up for me by being scary to hannie >:(

it’s 2am why r u up? wait don’t answer that. and i’m not scary

don’t threaten him he’s fragile 

ur the only one that thinks he’s fragile…

well i’m right so play nice

owes me one round of drinks at the very least - best friend things... but maybe if you score me a date w/ your hot coworker i’ll re-consider

next round of drinks on me and a possibility of a date, deal?

deal.

Despite a wrinkled brow and occasional grumpy scowl, Seungcheol conceded and eased up. After all, Jeonghan was his best friend. And by the grins on your faces even as everyone gave into the friendly teasing, he knew you were happy — and that was all that mattered.

Now, did he score his date? That’s a story for another time ~

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[vole-mon-amour]

3x10, part 2, Roy x Jamie edition.

i very much doubt that, Jamie. Colin? Sam? but then again, he's besties with half of the team, so maybe?

the faces he makes.

the bickering with Roy. the thing, being their relationship and love for each other, they share.

"it's dumb (i don't know yet how to feel confident with the people i care about very much). i brought it for you anyway. it made me think of you."

THE TONGUE. thank you for your service, Phil. i missed that gesture.

i'm gonna have a sore throat after all the screaming. it's one of the must beautiful ways to say "I love you" I've seen. that soft music playing. the look that Roy gives him. Jamie mumbling, suddenly becoming shy and awkward aka a boy that rarely receives genuine affection, a boy raised in an abusive poor household, learning to show gestures of genuine affection and and trying to live through it without embarrassment.

like, he KNOWS how much Roy's career meant and probably still means for him. it means a lot for Jamie, too, because he's there next to Roy exactly bc he had Roy's poster above his bed in the first place.

i have so many feelings about this and Jamie. so many. i also keep thinking about Phil's, "there's gonna be a moment after which people might think that Roy and Jamie have a wild affair. i wouldn't exclude that but yeah." is this it? "you talk about him all the time" or is there going to be something wilder? like when Roy and Keeley talk and Jamie walks into the room?

bc even Roy's sister knows how much this gesture means for Roy and how much it shows Jamie's feelings for Roy (not to mention the fucking bantering with Roy Kunt, those repressed idiots). the look Jamie gives Roy. *deep sigh* yeah, i'm staying here. i'm going down with this ship. you can pry them away from me from my cold dead hands.

not Roy actually saying how he feels to Jamie, but Jamie being so close to Roy's family and inside his house and then later Roy and Keeley are inside Jamie's childhood bedroom. you guys?? the dots are connecting? the math is mathing???

the boy is so happy and so genuine, I can't get over it. the essence of being genuine.

those faces, lol.

are you telling me that in the year 2023 this billionaire still carries ANY kind of cash? for real?

i'm honestly still amazed by how good Jamie is with kids. Henry, Phoebe. maybe it's his way of pushing back after the way his dad treated him but also, to my current understanding, how his mom also tried to be good to him. with me absolutely hating kids irl? characters that still recognize the pattern and how kids needs encouragement and kindness and understanding in order to bloom? there's no denying Jamie's personality. i love his soul. the boy has my heart.

Jamie Tartt being besties with Roy Kent's sister and niece: unlocked. i dislike that I don't know/remember Roy sister's name.

Jamie can perform whatever useless comment about "your sister is fit" bc this? the boy is in love. but if i'm being honest, I hate that they're always trying to nudge us in the direction of hetero Jamie so we wouldn't ship Roy and Jamie. thanks, i'm holding onto them so hard, they're gonna have bruises if you'll try to pry them away from my hands. they are IN LOVE. period.

even Jamie snickering after that comment gives off s1 vibes where Jamie did everything he could to get Roy's attention. it sounds more like a joke just to get one more comment and interaction from Roy. sometimes Jamie does things not bc he believes in them but because attention, and it usually is about Roy's attention.

#natiswatching #ted lasso #roy x jamie #jamie tartt

[karikarasuno]

Pairing: Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader x Ichigo Kurosaki

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings/Tags: Implied Poly Relationship, Suggestive Content, Recreational Drug Use, Shotgunning, Domestic Fluff, Kissing

a/n: my bleach brainrot is never evening at this point. and I’m partially blaming @thegetoufather for fueling all my thoughts but also thank you for indulging me and reading this over. this was written very much on a whim and also somehow turned into the domestic fluffy poly relationship. don’t even ask me how it happened bc it just did lmao. anyway pls enjoy<3

“So what are the odds that we actually live in a simulation?”

He’s passing you the blunt, smoke blowing from his nose and through the open window his upper body is partially hanging out of.

“The odds are low, Ren,” you say before inhaling. The smoke scratches at your throat, filling your lungs and releasing with a less than graceful cough. But you catch it before it gets worse, swallowing around the discomfort and feeling your head swim soon after.

“No, no, let’s talk about this,” he starts, taking the blunt back and ashing it on the ceramic tray you made for him a few months ago. “Because I saw this tiktok, right-”

“So we’re trusting tiktok now?”

“Listen,” he whines, bringing the tip to his lips and sucking in another deep hit. “How do you explain all the glitches,” he breathed the smoke out and across your face. You coughed in exaggeration, waving your hand in front of you until a crooked smile tugged at his features.

“What glitches?” You crossed your legs from your place on his bed, hugging his hoodie tighter around your body when a cool breeze trickled in from the open window.

“Like-” he coughs, an inhale too deep, forcing him to expel most of the hit in one sputtering exhale. “The birds,” he croaks out, voice scratchy from the sudden release. You laugh, reaching a hand out to grab the blunt from his extended arm. He’s sitting perpendicular to you, long legs stretched out on the bed in front of him as he leans his head back and out the window to look up at the night sky. Your eyes linger. First on his neck, then down to his broad shoulders, drifting down his chest before you shake your head.

“The birds?” Your brows furrow, pausing before you bring it to your lips as you scrunch up your face in confusion. “The fuck are you on about?”

He whips his head to look at you, closing his eyes and gasping when he realizes too late that he moved too quickly. He steadies himself by placing his hand on your knee, palm large enough to cover the whole thing. And it’s warm on your bare skin. Your thigh erupting in goosebumps despite the heat pulsing off him. “You’re telling me you haven't seen the video of the birds falling straight out of the sky. All dead?”

“That can’t be real,” you argue, flicking his pinky when he squeezes at your thigh. You finally inhale again, smaller this time to avoid a coughing fit and turning your face to blow it outside. You should probably stop there, your limbs already feeling like you’re dragging them through syrup and your cheeks hurting from where you can’t stop smiling at Renji’s stupidity.

“I swear it is, babe,” he says, holding up a pinky expectantly. “Pinky promise, I saw the video and they all were just falling to the ground in like, masses.”

“I’m sure there’s a scientific explanation for that,” you wrap your pinky around his, taking one more hit against your better judgment before giving it back. It was starting to taste like ash anyway, and you reached for the water bottle propped on the window sill to get the bitter flavor from your mouth.

“No, it has to be a glitch,” he says back, shaking his head as he rolls the blunt between two fingers. Before you can respond, though, the door is kicked open. An irritated Ichigo stands in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and his duffle bag still slung over his shoulder.

“How was your shift?” You ask, smiling lazily up at him. He’s still wearing his gym clothes, the logo faded on the right hand corner of his shirt and wrinkled from the way his bicep pressed up against it.

“Why do that inside when we have a balcony?” He asks, always hating when the apartment smelled like weed even hours after you were done. That earns him a shrug though, your smile growing when he drops his bag onto Renji’s bedroom floor and flops on the mattress in the space between the two of you.

“The bed is comfier,” Renji says at the same time as your “It’s too chilly to be outside.”

He just scoffs in response, his head moving to rest on your lap as you start to play with some of the hair sticking to his forehead. “Shift went fine. I worked with Chad tonight so it wasn’t unbearable, at least.”

“Want some?” Renji offers, tilting the nearly done blunt in Ichigo’s direction. He thinks it over for a moment, eyes flicking between Renji and his hand before he decides to take it from him. His inhale is long, his chest rising where it’s laid out in front of you and his eyes close. He holds the smoke in his lungs for a beat longer than usual, opening his eyes to peek up at you through his lashes before he’s curling one of the strings on your hoodie around his finger. He tugs you down towards him, your back having to bend far enough to feel the stretch down your spine.

You know his intention, so you smile before hovering your parted lips over his. Your eyes flutter closed, the grip he has on the string tightening as his lips brush yours and he blows the smoke into your mouth. You breathe in on instinct, sighing at the feeling of the almost kiss. Your axis is tilted in the wrong direction, your center far from its normal upright state. And so naturally you lean forward even more, pressing a kiss against his open lips and relishing in the tender feeling.

His hand finds the back of your head to deepen it, tongue peeking out and licking across your bottom lip until you pull away with a sigh and a giggle. You feel floaty and far off. Your peripheral vision blurry at the edges as the full force of the high hits you. Ichigo smirks up at you, grasping your chin between his index finger and thumb to tilt your face back down to him.

“You good?” He asks, teasing yet firm, the question floating up to you and you nod. He releases his grip on your chin, head falling heavy against your thigh before he’s bringing whatever’s left of the blunt to his lips again. You stare as he inhales, his lungs filling so deeply and you feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that every time you attempt that it always ends in your lungs trying to escape through your throat.

He holds it again, this time angling his head towards Renji, eyes giving away more than enough of his request. And Renji’s lips shift into a lopsided grin, one of his hands reaching out to rest around Ichigo’s neck before mimicking your earlier motions. You swear you feel your pupils dilate as you watch them. A very vivid exchange of breath through softly parted lips. And when their eyelids flutter, Ichigo’s sloppy exhale finishes past Renji’s lips. But as Renji moves back, Ichigo tangles his free hand in his hair, curling thick red strands around his fingers to kiss him just as needily as he kissed you.

A groan rumbles through Renji’s chest. Dark and throaty, deep enough to feel the vibrations instead of hearing them. There’s reluctance when the kiss splinters off, both of them breathing against each other. Easy and light and normal.

“You’re clingy tonight,” Renji whispers just an inch away from him. His lips glistening with spit as they stretch into a smile.

“Long night,” Ichigo responds, hand falling from Renji’s hair to intertwine your fingers with his. “Kinda jealous you spent all evening together while I was stuck watching stupid kids fuck with the machines.”

Renji chuckles and sits up straight again, leaning on his hand and placing the other flat against Ichigo’s stomach.

“Sounds like someone needs to relax,” he offers. And your hand comes up to stroke through Ichigo’s hair again, your nails raking across his scalp until he shivers in your lap. He almost forgot about the blunt he was holding, taking one last hit before handing it off to Renji to smother the barely burning end out.

“We can help with that,” you say, voice dreamy and a touch tired. Ichigo hums in response, eyes closed and head tilting into your touch. He’s melting into your touch, body dead weight on the bed and your leg starts to fall asleep. But you don’t dare ask him to move. Not when he looks so relaxed with your fingers in his hair and Renji’s slipping under the hem of his dry fit.

“S’nice,” he slurs out, limp in your embrace but muscles tensing whenever Renji’s touch wanders lower than he expects. You’ve always loved pampering Ichigo. Mainly because you liked watching the scowl slip from his face, the wrinkles always set between his brows softening. Always somehow looking even more stunning than he already is.

“Yeah?” You hum, leaning down to press a kiss to the apple of his cheek before resting your forehead against his.

“Yeah,” he sighs, breath hitching suddenly and when you glance down Renji’s hand is stroking his inner thigh.

“Don’t be such a tease, Ren,” you playfully scold him which earns you an expression feigning shock.

“I’d never do something like that.” He winks at you, a giggle rising in your throat and tumbling from your lips.

“Liar,” Ichigo gasps, lips parting around it as it teeters off into a light groan when Renji places a heavy hand over his cock, which is now straining against his shorts. “You live for this shit, fucking bastard.”

Renji squeezes him at the insult, Ichigo’s head pressing further into your thigh at the action. An astonished chuckle wheezes from him when Renji does it again. “You’re just impatient, Ichi.”

#renji abarai x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichiren x reader #bleach fanfic #bleach fluff #tw recreational drug use #kari’s writing🔆

[mostlymaudlin]

Top 5 vs Personal 5

List your top 5 fics ranked by kudos on AO3. are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? then provide your ranking of your personal top 5 fics, and tag a few fellow writers!

ty for the tag @sillyunicorn :D this is cute and also interesting. i tag @starwarned @urban-sith @tea-brigade @fortheloveofexy @nanatsuyu @justadreamfox @jaydreams @halfpintpeach

im actually going to do my Personal 5 first because that's what i want above the read more cut 😂 no one is escaping looking at my babies.

Thorns (E), 18k, andreil // a post-canon fic where andrew and neil cope with doing a long distance relationship when u both have fatal levels of attachment issues lol. i spent a stupid long time on this fic for the word count, but there is love in every single word. i like this universe bc it's what i want for post-canon andreil. no one gave them the tools for this shit, but i love the idea that they will always figure out how to be together, even if its messy.

No Turning Back (E), 31k, andreil // this is perhaps recency bias, but i think this is the best thing ive ever written. i have a hard time summarizing it.. but it's an au where the conflict is almost entirely in andrew's head, which of course means he Causes Many Problems. i actually built this fic out from Andrew's fucked up internal journey, which was cool for me -- like, the main plot was developed to fit his character arc. i think that's probably not rocket science or unique but it was my first time doing it that way!

We Can Live Forever (T), 46k, andreil // i used to not like hs aus and then i wrote a huge one lol. its childhood best friends-lovers, and centered on this ridiculous lip sync serenade fundraiser ?? i made them all dance. a lot. sometimes its serious, but its mostly very silly. i wrote it w the intention of giving people that "read until 4am screaming into ur pillow bc cute aggression" feeling that so many fics have given me, and the feedback ive gotten implies ive succeeded, so im rly proud of that!!

Stoner AU (E), 21k, snowbaz // i'm cheating a bit because this is a series, but i almost consider this thing to be like a collection of sitcom episodes lol. it's a normal au, simon is a weed guy and baz buys from him and also falls in love w him. theres a lot of penny and shep and its all just very FUNNY imo. and they are all so fucking devoted to each other in kind of unhinged ways. i love rereading these fics.

I'll Come Back To You (T), 6.9k, andreil // ok, for 1: that's the exact word count. every time i fix typos on rereads i have to edit it to preserve the wc. but 2: this fic is Not Silly or Smutty LOL. it's probably my plottiest/most serious fic in some ways -- it deals w, like, multiple dimensions ?? and amnesia. and loneliness. i'm proud of the ambiguity, because i tend to be a writer that punches you in the face with The Theme. this one leaves a lot for the reader to figure out (to the dissatisfaction of some commenters lol), but i like that you have to think about it a bit.

ok, AO3 Top 5 under the cut!

all of these are andreil, because aftg fandom is a lot bigger than carry on </3.

boyfriend privileges (T), 4k // i should not have been surprised that this did the numbers, but i was kind of shook when my ao3 inbox blew up like never before. it's fanfic catnip -- a 5+1 post-canon with resolvable angst interspersed with soft moments. i wrote it in like 2 days and didn't edit, and aint that just the way of ao3 lol.

flashes of intimacy (T), 7k // this is a series of fifteen <500 word fics that i add to pretty often, so it also makes sense that it's got a lot of readers! ive always been proud of my ability to write short, so it makes me happy that it's up here. it wld probs be #6 on my personal rating.

Inside Thoughts (T), 1.5k // andrew gets his wisdom teeth out and is a goober about it. one of my first aftg fics -- i think it's up here bc it's almost a year old. i am not passionate abt it tbh, i wrote it kind of as a joke one night while i was high lmfao

Do Not Disturb (T), 2k // another of my first aftg fics that i kind of dont care much about hahaha. it's another catnip situation, a post-canon moment where neil panics & unconsciously calls andrew, similarly to how he does in canon. and then they r soft <3

Tequila Sunrise (M), 4k // i know people love this one -- it's also my most bookmarked. it's fun!! drunk neil!! but i almost can't read it anymore lol. there's some prose im proud of in there, but there's also some lazy characterization choices i made bc i had no idea it would get so many hits. its hard for me as the Characterization Guy to reconcile that hahaha.

ok as usual that was long-winded as hell. i love 2 talk abt writing :) also i feel bad 4 the lack of snowbaz representation here lol, but i think that i'm 1. better at writing andreil and 2. have gotten a lot better at writing while i was unemployed the last few months. i think a lot abt taking snowbaz for another whirl now, but consider: then i wouldn't get to write abt Andrew Minyard :(

#my writing #i overwrote this lol. oh well i had fun

[svampira]

1 for elias but i m literally thinking about what if someone just locked him in a room with nothing to do. how would he even react to that LOLLLL

15 for your main ocs bc i want to know. (SORRY IF THTS ALOT)

ask game

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Omg what did Elias do to you why would you do this to him😖 though locking him in a room is marginally better than having him sit still. He will either sims idle animation (start stretching, doing push ups, singing to himself) or he'll pull out his phone to kill boredom by taking selfies, get mesmerised by his reflection, then stare at it for the next hour without blinking. I feel like w him being camarilla this actually happens very often (not him being locked in a room but more like. A lot of waiting) and he genuinely can't take it. If he has to speak to one of his superiors and he has to wait outside for more than 5 minutes he'll start wandering around, get lost, and force some elder with much better things to do to come fetch him.

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Diamila > kourtney kardashian 100% they speak the exact same way. She tries to tone her valley girl accent down for important meetings but fails miserably all the time. She speaks very slowly and drags her vowels out > literally very otherwise menacing monologues dragged down by the trisha paytas mh at the end of every word. Apart from that she definitely rehearses everything she says first, 100% walking back and forth repeating her speech to herself outloud in the empty camarilla bathrooms, literally has Elias workshop jabs, speeches and threats with her at home. She's ventrue goofy in a way other people very much can see. The only reason no one makes fun of her to her face is that she's the ventrue whip and everyone knows she probably has a higher vampire bodycount than the entire SI (vtmb fledgling + working as a scourge/hound for 20 years)

Brooklyn > Sza 100%. Not only because i think her voice is super hot and I associate kill bill with brooklyn but also because of the insane pathological lying. They would both lie about being marine biologists. She's eloquent and borderline poetic when she speaks, smiles a lot, will say the most fucked up violent shit while beaming and giggling cutely 💯 does naut think before speaking but the times she does is when she's about to say something truly unhinged

Elias > my voice claim for him literally a fucking rpdr winner😭 sasha velour. They have such a nice voice and it fits Elias super well i love how deep it is while not being ooc for him and i ❤️❤️❤️ vocal fries they're so cute > here's what I'm talking about . Elias also speaks slowly while dragging his vowels ouuuuut, he does naut ever think for more than a split second before opening his mouth. Despite this, he's very very good at talking, could convince anyone to do almost anything while making them think it's still their own idea. Definitely intersperses his sentences with "like" a lot.

Eden > Welket Bungué. Why shouldn't he speak with a portuguese accent. Mainly because I decided on Eden's design after seeing him in crimes of the future and though I've never really referenced him while drawing him i can and will steal his voice. Deep and warm voice, unlike my other ocs he is NICE he speaks to spread positivity and kindness peace and love🙏 he's also an anarch figure head so he might spur people on to do incredible violence but thats normal camarilla are doing worse. Was naut born in the us but moved there as a teen

#immso so tired #ty kane🙏 #i initially meant for eden to be nigerian but he's from guinea bissau now🙏 this will never come up #ask #its 1 am sorry if this makes no sense #oc lore #elias lore #diamila lore #brooklyn lore #eden lore

[in-servo-necessitas]

km: being kidnapped and observed for days before you ever meet your kidnapper, knowing his presence only though a speaker through which he commands you, the marks on your body when you've been bad, after you've taken your sedative, and occasionally, cum on your face and tits, with a day of perfect obedience giving you pain between your legs when you wake up

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

god god god. please. I think this fits with my neuroses really well in that like. silent-but-physically-present creates a sort of distance, I'd wonder a lot about what they were thinking, but there's also a baseline of reassurance from physical presence? and this ask is the opposite, it would make me anxious all the time, I'd have lots to work with in terms of trying to predict and understand the kidnapper in a way that would help me be obedient but not stuff like body language that helps me feel safe.

and waking up to soreness and bruises and cum drying on my skin is really hot. I love the concept of rewards where the actual experience is just a different flavor of pain, but one that signifies approval. I moved this up from FUCK yes just thinking about that part. I feel like this could be really efficient at like, perspective-changing? inducing Stockholm syndrome? to make the abstract knowledge of having been judged fuckable into the only possible reward... "The worst horror of woman's condition in a harem is that her days are deserts of boredom; when the male is not using this object that she is for him, she is absolutely nothing."

speaking of which—this would be perfect except that I think you might run out of interesting things to command me about remotely? like, if I was more stubborn you could get a lot of mileage out of telling me to do the same things over and over, with escalating punishments in the sedated intervals, until I got the hint and eventually did them. but if I woke up kidnapped in a basement I'd probably just do what the voice from the speaker said, bc I want a good grade in being kidnapped. and then do you really have very many days' worth of commands?

...okay actually I thought about that for five minutes and came up with some things so I'm ready to be picked up now

#one option of course is to tell me to do something hard and unfamiliar that requires practice to get right #thinking of that one PMMM fic where Homura locks Madoka in a basement #and (among other things) has her play a videogame representation of the puella magi/witch cycle‚ from the perspective of the incubators #thinking also of that time when a grindr date was really into The OA and we watched most of the first season together over a couple dates #but then he was vanilla enough that I didn't feel like I could talk to him about whether the bad guy's basement prison was hot #tototavros #kink meme

[bornforastorm]

U are so mysterious about your writing hannah bornforastorm!!! I have 2 for the fic specific ask game about "crabapple crabs": gimme a BTS of your fave scene (im gonna guess that it is either BJ and hawk at the rocks or the scrabble game).

aaand i have a million dollar question for you about offscreen events: how do you imagine hawkeye and trapper's postwar reunion went, which in your fic led to them living together :)

oh beloved ben majorbaby!!!! you are so nice to send these!! to be called mysterious is so funny

to save space because boyyyy do I blather:

BTS:

lol so my favorite scene is actually the “are you fucking my man??” scene between Trapper and BJ. I'd be so happy to deconstruct BJ and Hawk on the rocks (which is as much about the two of them as it is about Hawkeye's relationship to his hometown to me), or the scrabble game (I did sooo much scrabble score calculating lol), which probably had more active thought put into them. Here, I don’t know if there’s good behind-the-scenes work to share, except that the early part of that scene where Trapper is like, "wtf is wrong with you" was absolutely fixed by you!! Personally!! You were so right that it needed clarification on the conversation Hawkeye and Trapper have already had off-screen (the burden of the limited BJ perspective!). Initially I had imagined BJ goes to bed the night before and Hawk and Trap immediately talk before going to bed themselves. So Trapper has been stewing on it all night and getting more and more pissed off at BJ, and so in the morning, he's already mad as hell. But it needed a little more finesse in the overheard conversation to make that all clear. Figuring out when Trapper is nice regarding BJ (to Hawkeye's face, because he clearly needs the reassurance), when he's trying to have a productive conversation with BJ (the "be nice why don't ya" section) and then when he actively turns against BJ (after BJ tries to pull the "you weren't there!" card again) took some tinkering. The very first draft of this scene was a lot meaner to BJ a lot quicker.

as a side note on this scene-- I am p pleased with my little "the coffee is exactly how I like it but it tastes too good to be right" bit between BJ and Hawkeye, because I think the difficulty of continuing things post-war for everyone is that the things that felt right over there do not translate to back home. Is the underlying connection even still there? I'm obsessed with the scene in Mash Goes to Maine where Trapper shows up in Maine for the first time and Hawkeye is so scared things will be irreparably different between them. And things are different, but they are the same. So I tried to bring that into a lot of moments in the fic, including this one!

And then of course Trapper is mean to BJ, BJ tries to push back but he's in the wrong so he can't win. I do like writing BJ as someone ready to get into a physical altercation here. It feels right for him-- as a defense to his masculinity, against his underlying attraction to Trapper (bc Trapper is undeniably hot and is walking around shirtless and totally confident about it and BJ loathes it), against Trapper's implication that BJ doesn't care about Hawkeye in a healthy way.

Then Trapper is smug about BJ’s insecurity, and happy to rub it in BJ’s face a little. At this point the scene sortof wrote itself. The power of that iconic tumblr post 🙏. BJ working himself up into a fit at the concept of Hawkeye and Trapper fucking, and Trapper like, "yeah man" is inherently powerful.

I am however VERY proud of the "I wouldn't have thought I'd have to explain it to you" bit, which I think feels in character with Trapper while also being like, so fuckin mean and biting. I like that Trapper can be mean sometimes. He's not a mean person, like I think BJ often is, but he sure can turn on some cruelty when the situation calls for it and I liked writing that.

I actually love all the Trapper-BJ scenes, where it's just the two of them trying to suss the other one out. Like the scene where they decide to get drunk together I really like too! Both the moment of understanding on the stoop and then the afternoon of toasts. Love to write this dynamic that has no precedent from the show to mirror or ape! Fun!

OKAY! Moving on!

The Off-Screen Reunion!!

I have written 9,000 words of this that I hope to actually finish as a real fic someday. So you may get all this in real story form at some point bUT here's the gist: basically Hawkeye gets back, is having a weird time, staying with his dad because the house he owns doesn't really feel like home (he barely lived in it before being drafted). One night he re-reads the letters Trapper sent him (which are part of Crabapple Crabs. For the sake of this, Trapper wrote and Hawkeye just kept it to himself. Too personal! But he also never wrote back. Too painful!) and then digs out the tape-recorded letter he sent his dad that has Trapper's voice on it. Wanting more of that voice, he calls Trapper in Boston and they have the most stilted, uncomfortable, who-are-we-to-each-other conversation where Trapper is like, "I figured you didn't want anything to do with me" and Hawkeye says "Well I was pretty mad at you but I want to do with you, I love you." Trapper hangs up sortof abruptly and Hawkeye is like, okay that was it, I blew it, I'll never see him or hear from him again.

But Trapper shows up on his doorstep the next day, in the rain of course, and they talk all night about this and that and BJ and it's easy and comfortable and by the morning it's like... yeah things aren't the same, but we can be. We want to do the work to make it work. We care about each other more than the hardships.

Meanwhile Trapper's already divorced and is having a hard, miserable time in Boston. It's too busy, he's still operating on meatball time, working too hard and too fast and it's fucking him up. So when Hawkeye suggests he stay for a while, he does. And then he just... doesn't leave.

He fixes up Hawkeye's house, makes it a home for him, for them (cleaning and furnishing a house as a metaphor). Having Trapper around creates an excuse to introduce him around town, gets Hawkeye out of his head and back into the community. They decide they can do good by starting a clinic, which is an invigorating project for Hawkeye. Another instance of me being really into Mash Goes to Maine lol. Trapper likes the town and the weirdo people, and now they have something to work towards together. They play scrabble and eat lowkey vegetarian at home and the town is like, well those Pierces have always been weird so why shouldn't Hawkeye have a war buddy come live with him? Ain't any weirder than the other weird stuff. And we like the war buddy, he's a good fella and his kids are nice girls and ain't it nice they come up sometimes.

So that's how I imagine it happens, more or less!! Someday I'll finish the full fic version, which honestly so far is hugely about the rest of the town and Hawkeye's relationship to the town too lmao I can't help myself

#mash #oh man this is too many words BUT I hope you find it kinda interesting #ben majorbaby you're a dream #my writing

[maxthelocalemeraldmayor]

A long day...

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Pairing: oc x nonbinary reader

Oc in question: Gramm

A/N: You know what, fuck it! Let's do an oc x reader pairing! Bc I've been thinking about Gramm and how his love language would be shown for a while now! So enjoy a 9'3 soft dragon boi and his love language.

Word count: idfk I wrote this on Tumblr bitch.

Genre: just general fluff.

Rain, calm, yet serene, but this time it doesn't favor your mood, as you are running to your apartment soaked from the parking garage next door, you didn't account for this rain, nor did you expect it. (Y/N) found themselves in a sticky situation, how would he react after you couldn't tell him you where coming home early? Maybe that might be answered after you got to you apartment.

Spamming the button for the elevator, you think about how when you get home you are going to take a nice shower, and try to relax, but also dreading his reaction.

After you get off the lift you go to your room at the end of the hall. Number 504. Home. At least until you have enough to get an actual house where he can stand comfortably. This type of housing is make for normal sized people, not tall beasts like him. Fumbling for your key you unlock and open the door, only to be greated with-

Nothing...

"hey Gramm I'm home." You call out to the empty apartment, the silence only greeting you back.

He's probably sleeping, you would think that if you had another second to before you see his face pop around the corner as you fully close the door. As you close it he would get fully into view.

That fuzzy grey muzzle, the gray fluff that covered his body, the white hair, the strange teal-green markings, the lighter stomach, those lovely toe beans and paws, those fuzzy ears, and the tail that likes to keep you pinned to him when you are both on the couch together. His general outfit is some basketball shorts and no shirt, only a blanket that allows you to see some of the fur that covered his chest.

"oh your home!" He says, tail starting to wag a small bit as he gently runs over to you, crouching over the ground to get on your eye level before saying:

"hey you are incredibly wet, you should go take a shower, I'll get you some clothes and I'll order some food ok?"

You don't think twice before you hug him, so fluffy and large, perfect in every way. You would feel him hug back with the blanket then feel yourself being picked up.

"wha- hey! Put me down!" You exclaim, wiggling a small bit to get out of his grip.

Gramm would just laugh.

"go take a shower then!"

"fine I will put me down."

Your feet would touch the ground as you would take off your shoes, and start heading to your room to grab some clothes, then would head into the bathroom to clean yourself up in a nice warm shower. When you came out of it, an oversized navy hoodie of yours and Gramm's college was on the ground neatly folded up.

You can already tell who this belongs to.

What a giant love bug he is.

You would put it on over your favorite comfy clothes. It's so large it almost touches the floor, just a few centimeters above your feet and ankles.

An aroma from the kitchen, pizza, and when you arrive you see a box of pizza on the counter, along with bread sticks! Aw hell yea! Next to the boxes was Gramm tail wagging happily, as sat cross legged on the floor next to them, he's so tall to fit here, you should really start saving up for a real house with high enough ceilings for him.

"Got your favorite!"

Gramm would put his paws out for a hug as you ran into his giant arms, they could almost wrap around you twice due to how big he is, burying you face into his chest to at least relieve some stress from today.

The rest of the night is a blur, you only remember a movie, eating the food you both got and just general cuddling, and when you wake up in the morning you wake up on the couch, more specifically, on Gramm's torso as he's laying on the couch, his tail lying lazily on the ground, next to it. As one of his arms is holding you down.

maybe it's best to sleep in for five more minutes...

#oc: Gramm #oc x reader #oc x y/n #oc x you

[safetycar-restart]

LMAO i was NOT feeling well yesterday was i what with casually suggesting i enjoy cannibalism through ?? lemon 🍋 PASTIES ?? whatever that is, but apparently they’re sad in the middle idk fhydvjiytgjkfdgj (my best guess is i was thinking 'bitter' but got confused bc lemons are sour......maybe.....and evidently decided to discard the metaphor midway) (in my defence i spent 4 hours hunched over polishing pretty rings and will probably sneeze silver for a week now)

Offtop oversharing aside, i have seen the post you reblogged for me (which in itself is 🥺🥺🥺 for me ??? like obviously not only just for me but. for me??) and HELLO YES IM GONNA SCREAM WHAT ELSE DID YOU EXPECT ?? imagine seb being so soft and pretty for you and resting his chin on your lap and looking at you with the happiest puppy eyes in the world bc hes so happy to be your good boy, all while kneeling next to you on the floor

ALSO a bit of a tangent but it got me thinking about him sitting in your lap and just. Enjoying it so much. Feeling tiny and safe and cared for, practically like hes in a nest, and hed also try to curl in on himself as much as he can so that he can fit his head under your chin (his curls are gonna tickle, but its mostly fine if he doesnt move around too much) and just hide in your arms from the whole world, safe and sound

Anyway, let me drop in this humble offering while i go write that long task i was mulling over ever since you reblogged that seb+praise gifset (which is a. my favourite gifset and b. i notice everything 👁👁💜)

Love,

Lemon

YES!! I fucking love lemon so much this is perfect. Firstly, I do think you suggested some mild cannibalism but it's okay, we don't judge here.

As for the seb thoughts, this ask is in response to a picture I reblogged of a pretty blond sub kneeling with a collar and leash which of course caused lemon to go insane.

But yes I love these thoughts!!!

Maybe, you actually asked seb to kneel for you? And like, you expect him to kneel with his back to you, as he usually does.

But this time, he just feels so nice and safe and he really wants to keep on looking at you cause you're the one who makes him feel so nice and safe! He can't be blamed for that, he just wants to look at you!!

So when he gets down on his knees, he turns to face you and rests his chin on your knee, looking up at you with a small smile on his face.

Of course you don't berate him for that, if he wants to look up at you while he's kneeling, then he's more than welcome to.

Maybe you play with his hair? And then let your hand slip lower until he can suckle on your fingers? Then he's just as happy as can be.

And on your lap!! Yes!!

You don't like to let him kneel for too long, because you can't risk hurting his knees.

But when you ask him to get up, he starts whining and even looks a little teary eyed. Because he just feels so good right now and he isnt ready for that to end. He wants to stay right where he is.

When you realise why he's getting distressed, you say, "I'm sorry darling, but we cant have you hurting your knees from kneeling for too long. But, why don't you get up here and come sit on my lap?"

He gets up then, because the idea of sitting on your lap is enticing enough to get him to stop kneeling.

And then he's so happy!!!

He feels so safe like that, curled up in your lap. He can hide form the world there. And then you grab a blanket and wrap it around his shoulders and it's even BETTER then.

You know have lapdog for a sub.

#sub!sebastian #sv #gn!reader #🍋