#did u know that they explode when u poke them

[awkwardarmadildo]

to add on to the humans are space orcs/earth is the universe's australia, sensing. my therapist has recently explained that its not normal the way i know who and where someone is by their footsteps. not just the sound, but the vibrations. if someone isnt purposely walking on light feet, i can tell who and where they are, even with headphones blaring. imagine a human on a ship and the awe-filled terror itd earn from their non-human crewmates.

edit: ive realized i wasnt clear enough in my intentions. im not saying "if you can tell peoples footsteps apart, youve been ✨️ T R A U M A T I Z E D ✨️ d-(^♡^)-b ". its about the inherent panic in Not hearing the steppies and therefore Not having the time to prepare yourself for whoever might be approaching and essentially being ambushed. also, being able to tell if someone is normalTM, happy, sad, et cetera. the combined terror of not being given time to make oneself "presentable" for whoevers coming, And Also whoever has just seemingly teleported is fucking pissed, which is never good. Anyways, enjoy!!! ＼(^o^)／

Gilith enters the library, searching for Human Raven. They seem to be found most often either here or in one of the many gardens on the ship. Human Alex said he'd likely find them here today.

Gilith pokes his head through the doorway, not seeing Human Raven, but before he can move on, a voice calls out from one of the high-backed chairs decorating the library.

"Hello Lithy, what do you need?"

Gilith sputters, "Wha- Human Raven, how did you know it was me?" Gilith makes his way over to the chair that held Human Raven in a twisted knot that, when Human Raven stood up, would surely leave a horrifying crunch Human Alex had likened to a human candy that exploded in one's mouth.

"You've got some loud stompers, Lithy."

"I do not know what that means, Human Raven."

Raven stands, causing Gilith to flinch at many snaps and crackles of their bones settling into place, and smiles up at his towering form.

"What did you need?"

Gilith notices more and more Human Raven's greetings. He thought maybe they could hear him coming, but they greeted him while wearing ear speakers, the volume so loud, Gilith could hear it from a few feet away.

Humans did not have psychic skills, and the only other human who seemed capable of a preemptive greeting was Human Alex. The two seemed to share all of their off-hours, so maybe that was where he could find his answers.

Gilith scoured the many gardens, stopping just outside of the doorway. He could hear Human Alex and Human Raven chattering to each other, but neither seemed to notice his presence.

In an attempt not to disturb them, he walked with what Human Bea had described as "tip-toes". A challenging feat, considering his round flat feet, but he managed.

Both Human Raven and Human Alex had their backs to him, so he coughed in the same way Human Bea often did to get everyone's attention.

The reaction he got was unexpected when both Human Raven and Human Alex flinched so hard their shoulders seemed to lock.

"My apologies! I didn't mean to startle you," he rushed over, but stopped short when they both flinched again. He recoiled his hand.

"It's ok, Lithy," Raven says, voice slightly choked. "Just give us a sec."

"Oh. Okay." Gilith turned his eyes down.

"What-" Alex started, his voice sounding as though it was rubbed raw. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What can we do for you, Gilith?"

"I did not have anything specific to talk to you about. I wanted to..." he trails off. "I wanted to inform you of the new plants we are picking up at the next trade planet."

Gilith feels his face twist with the lie, but now didn't seem like a good time to ask.

His desire to understand, however, doesn't fade after the incident. It only makes his hunger grow.

Instead of bothering Human Alex or Human Raven, Gilith decides to ask Human Bea, who does not sense him before he greets her.

"Hello, Human Bea."

"Yes, hello, Gilith. Is everything okay?"

"I have question."

Bea tilts her head. "Ask away."

"Are you- humans- able to detect someone before you see them?"

Bea's face softens into an aching sort of frown. "Not naturally."

"What do you mean?"

She takes a breath, seemingly preparing herself. "Well, most people are able to live in a relatively safe place. But some people aren't as lucky. Some people have to memorize the falls of others' feet. It's a learned survival tactic."

"I don't understand," Gilith says, his face wrinkling in confusion.

"Some people aren't safe, so for the ones who weren't born with the good luck of a safe home, they have to know who and where someone is. They have to know if they need to hide or prepare themself. They have to know if they're in danger or not."

Gilith feels his whole body go slack as a wave of sadness washes over him at the memory of Human Raven and Human Alex's reaction to his sudden appearance.

"I have loud stompers."

Bea's face scrunches up as though she's trying not to laugh. "You do. You have safe stompers, too."

#humans are weird #humans are space australians #earth is space australia #humans are space orcs #poor gilith hes just a skrunkily little guy #his skin is a kinesthetic mood ring lmao #space orcs

[carols-writting]

HOW SUN WUKONG, MACAQUE AND MK REACT TO A QUIET BUT TALKATIVE READER

fluffy + romantic/platonic

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scenario: reader is usually quiet w people they arent close to. but when is in a conversation of something they like or talking to someone they feel close w, they are talkative. they still feel bad for talking a lot tho :T

reader: they/them pronouns used, no physical appearance established, not a request

warnings: insecurity w talking too much

authors note: reader is so me fr fr. maybe is trauma... or im just autistic :P /hj

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SUN WUKONG

MACAQUE

- he gets it. mf is centuries without proper communication

- plus hes scared of people, especially a lot of them

- so when he noticed how quiet and closed about ur feelings u are, he is totally ok w it!

- and he was slighty curious about u, but not enough to try to actually have long conversations

- i dont think hes currently much interested in any communication w strangers, to be honest

- tho, one day he acidently touched in a topic u are passionate about

- and BOOM.

- it was like a bomb exploding ur imaginary walls

- he didnt mind one bit, he was just suprised by how talkative a quiet person can be!!1!

- he didnt see someone so passionate of something for a while other than MK (isolation blink blink), so he is actually interested on hearing u

- then when u stop to talk and immediately apologise OR interrupt yourself to apologise, hes like- nuh uh

- "ah- sorry for talking so much" "uh? but i dont mind at all"

- you smiled, dont lie to yourself, even tho it was in ur imagination

- anyway, when yall get closer (in any relationship u prefer), he purposely touch in subjects he knows u will talk for minutes

- even the weirdest. like death, a weird and silly animal or a chair

- im actually curious if u are passionate about chairs

- no, actually. is how it is built? the material? the history? ... how... u sit in it...? are you passionate because humans was so smart to build it? cause same, best human invention fr fr

- ANYWAY. he dosent mind at all and is just glad that u are happy

- i feel like hes very curious and passionate about animals facts, food (facts and taste/smell) and smart humans inventions (like wifi or machines)

- so he would ask u a extra number of questions if u talk about those things

- also would infodump about those things if gave the opportunity

- also loves when u infodump about ur day, its sweet

- he tries to dump about his too, but... he dosent think its too exciting

- still does if u ask tho!

MK

- he also gets it.

- hes illegal in 9643 countries

- the last time he counted was 200 years ago, he dosent know how the number is now.

- ok, but seriously, he steals and love to bother others

- i dont think many people wanted to interact w him

- not like he wants either

- so he can freely annoy people and people dont talk to him. its a win-win

- anyway, he likes how chill u are

- someone matching his quiet energy isnt so bad

- but then, one day he poke the subject you love

- aaand you talked for minutes

- and he didnt minded at all.

- i mean, watch people being passionate doing their own thing is a thing (im reviewing this post and thats such a confusing phrase) (i mean that "watching someone be passionate w someone else is a thing")

- now- someone TALKING to u while being passionate is another

- he finally felt like he did someone happy happy happy

- so... he kinda likes the feeling (ssssshhh tho)

- apologises? NO.

- "ah- im sorry about talking too mu-" "shut up." "..." "now keep talking about ur thing"

- it was kinda sweet ngl

- when yall get closer (in any way u would like), he also poke random topics until he finds ur trigger to talk

- and hes very happy when it works

- and listen to u w arms crossed and w a grumpy face, but when u finish talking, he ask questions so he can hear u again

- he wanting to know it or not

- STOP BEING SO SWEET MONKEY MAN.

- me thinks. blink blink. he is passionate about history (in general, even of a chair. again, i woudnt mind at all someone tell me about the great chairs history), crimes documentaries (he loves to make fun of and insult the killers who are actually a horrible person) and smart human inventions (again, like wifi and machines)

- he also would be extra interested in ur talking if u talked about those things

- hey hey... he is autistic too... he will infodump about those things... dont tell anyone. wink wink

- he dosent start to talk about his special interests, u will have to touch the topic first

- and also will interrupt himself to say "but, anyway... ... ..."

- just say "continue what u was saying" and he will feel all fuzzy >w<

- and then he continues :3

- after a year or two, he will stop to interrupt himself to stop his infodump

- loves when u infodump about ur day

- literally about anything, he just want to hear ur voice

- will talk about his in return, but wouldnt give a lot of details

- redson isnt so different from u, somehow

- plus hes also VERY passionate by some stuff

- so- dont worry, my dear, no judgments here

- psssst... autism and ADHD... ssshhhh

- actually, mf is the last person u would expect a judgment for silly things

- when he touches a topic u are passionate about

- and u start to rant

- he just hears, making some amused or suprised faces

- somes genuines "oh!" and "ah!"

- he dosent like when hes interrupted a lot when hes rating, so he tries his best to not interrupt A LOT

- but its still kinda hard, he have fish brain! HE DOSENT REMEMBER HIS QUESTIONS WHEN GIVEN TGE OPPORTUNITY TO QUESTION!!!!1! ARRRRGH

- but he kinda succeeds in it

- kinda.

- but he tried, so its ok

- mwa mwa for u, MK /p

- anyway... he dosent mind at all!!1!

- he acidently comforts u too

- u was going to apologise after seconds of silence and a question appear in his mind

- "im so s-" "why u like it? no judgment!!1! just- how u got into it"

- bro is such a cutie >w<

- close to u or not, will poke topics u love

- but will do more often when yall are closer (in any way u would like)

- passionate about JTTW, chinese gods, demons, animation, drawings, books w drawings and little text, plushies, toys, collections of anything (even tho hes scared of it, he finds it cool) and- ... he have a lot of passions.

- everytime yall talk about ur passions, he starts one of his own

- its like yall are trading knowledge w each other <333

- loves u, and ur passions are a part of u, so he loves it too!!!1!

- loves when u infodump about ur day

- literally about ANYTHING

- even the weirdest, useless or disgusting information

- also will tell his in return

- but w A LOT of details

- even the weirdest, useless or disgusting information

#lego monkie king #lego monkie kid #lmk #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong #mk #mk x reader #lmk mk #headcanon #x reader

[atmosghoul]

43, SWISS/DEW- PLZZZZ OMG I LOVE UR WORK!!!!

ANON THANK U SO MUCH YOU HAVE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD SWISSDEW IS MY LIIFFEEEE

This uh,,,,kinda got away from me soooo ENJOOYYYY

Minors go away this isnt for you

Dew has a problem. A great big beautiful, charismatic, problem called Swiss. What a stupid name. 

Ever since Swiss was summoned, he and the rambunctious fire ghoul have butted heads. Aether says that they're just too similar. Both assholes in their own right, both flirtatious to a fault and both very aware of their talents and their effect on those around them. All of the ghouls try to get them to play nice, breaking up arguments and sometimes even physical fights that the two get into. 

If you ask Mountain though, he’ll say they just need to fuck already. 

The sexual tension of Swiss and Dewdrop in a room together can be cut with a child’s toy butter knife. Dew knows it, Swiss knows it. But both are too stubborn to admit it to anyone, especially each other or themselves. And while it is a bit more of Dew having a problem with Swiss than the other way around, Swiss has too much fun lighting a fuse under the little firecracker and watching him explode.

“Firefly, I said I’m sorry, okay? ! didn't know those wings were yours. I thought they were fair game!,” Swiss says, for once genuinely apologetic for inadvertently stealing the fire ghoul's food from the fridge.

“Satanas, knock it OFF with that annoying nickname! No one else called me that until you showed up! Where did you ev- It doesn’t matter. DON’T steal my fucking food again.” Dew drop says stomping closer to Swiss hoping to intimidate the larger ghoul by crowding his space. 

Needless to say, it isn’t working. 

Swiss humours the smaller ghoul stalking towards him though and matches each of Dew’s steps forward with a step back, back, back, until he hits a wall and puts his hands up in mock surrender.

“Look, if it’s any consolation, those wings were so hot I think I started blowing smoke out of my nose like you do when you get angry.”

Dew stops and exhales, smoke pouring out his nose just as Swiss said as the tips of his ears turn an angry red

“Yeah! See? Just like that!” Swiss says pointing excitedly. Like a kid pointing out his favourite animal at the zoo. 

“It really did hurt so, in a way, I’ve kind of already paid penance for my crimes, if you think about it, firecracker,” Swiss says with a shit eating grin and a chuckle.

“Fucking hell, ANOTHER stupid nickname! Why do you INSIST on pissing me off every damn time I see you what the fuck did I ever do to you?” Dew is starting to shout now, exasperated.

Swiss puts on a clearly fake sympathetic look and places his hands on Dew’s shoulders and bends down slightly to get to eye level. “Aw, fire lily, you didn’t do anything! I guess I’m just a little addicted to getting you all riled up like this,” he says, punctuating his statement with a quick scrunch of his nose in the fire ghoul’s direction.

Dew freezes at that nickname. It hits too close to home. Bringing back memories of his past. Back when he was a water ghoul and Mountain would call him waterlily. 

Dew growls, throwing his arms up and shrugging Swiss’ hands off his shoulders before poking Swiss in the chest hard, encroaching even further into the multi ghoul's personal space.

“You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up,” Dew growls and Swiss can hear the anger in his voice is real and something in Swiss snaps. 

He grabs Dew by his arms and spins them around, pinning Dew to the wall with an arm across his chest and presses his hips into Dew to keep his full body pinned almost effortlessly. He watches Dew’s reaction and smirks at the blush that creeps up Dew’s neck and into his cheeks, the ashen skin becoming tinged with a reddish orange. Swiss’ gaze drops to Dew drops small mouth that’s now hanging open slightly.

“Aw little firecracker, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you looks stupid,” 

And with that comment, it’s Dew’s turn to snap. He growls and dips his head down to spit sparks onto Swiss’ forearm and kicks him in the shin before delivering a punch to the multi ghoul’s gut. 

Swiss doubles over and Dew takes advantage of the situation. He grabs Swiss by the shoulders and pins him against the wall in the same way. 

Swiss outright laughs at the size difference between the two of them. It's not too drastic but it's enough to be comical. 

“Oh boy, little firecracker’s about to explode aren’t y-”

“SHUT UP” Dew all but screams in Swiss’ face. 

Something in Dew’s voice, probably the way it cracked slightly, and in his face makes Swiss pause and really take him in. Dew is properly angry. More angry than Swiss has ever seen him at least that he’s been the cause of. 

His face softens and he reaches a hand up to gently grip Dew’s arm. 

“Dewdrop, I-” “I SAID SHUT. UP.” 

Swiss obeys and gives the fire ghoul a moment.

After a beat Dew’s eyes leave Swiss’ face and looks up to the ceiling.

“What if I did?” Dew says after a few seconds.

Swiss tilts his head in confusion. “What if you did…what?”

“Wanted to…” Dew trails off and growls in frustration.

Realisation dawns on Swiss and he gently grabs Dewdrop's arm and removes it from his collar bone. 

“All you had to do was ask.”

He doesn't even give the fire ghoul time to think before his lips crash into Dew’s quickly. 

Dew freezes for a second before reciprocating and Swiss snakes a hand into Dew’s gorgeous long hair and gives a small tug to adjust the angle and deepen the kiss. Dew wraps his arms around Swiss’ neck and the larger ghoul reaches down to grip Dew’s thighs and hoist him up to wrap small legs around his own waist. He walks them to Dew’s room, kicking the door closed once inside and breaks the kiss depositing Dew on the bed. They stare at each other for a moment. 

“You sure you wanna do this? Word is you haven't yet since you were summoned. I’m not exactly gentle,” Dew says, not trying to get out of it, just a warning. 

“You’re right, I haven’t,” Swiss confirms as he sheds his clothes. “But I want this as much as you do, firelily.”

Dew bites at his lip in contemplation, staring unabashedly as Swiss’ unfairly attractive body. 

“Ok just, do me a favour and do NOT call me that.” Swiss nods at the request, receiving a nod from Dew in return.

“Good. Now get back here,” Dew says as he shucks off his shirt and trousers before reaching for Swiss, beckoning him onto the bed.

Their lips meet again, gentler this time but just as heated. Dew snakes a hand down between them to palm Swiss through his boxers earning a whimper from the multi ghoul above him. Dew smirks into the kiss. 

“Didn't peg you for a whimpering kinda guy,” Dew chuckles, teasingly.

Swiss props himself up on his hands and knees and moves to kiss down Dew’s neck and torso. “Oh baby the pegging comes later,” He says trailing kisses and bites down the small torso underneath him. “Right now I want that cute cock in my mouth,”

Dew shudders at Swiss’ words, his mouth going a bit dry.  

“Y-you don’t want it the other way round? It is your first time after all,” Dew says shakily as Swiss pulls the fire ghoul's cock out of his underwear and begins long and slow strokes.

“Oh I'll have that pretty mouth of yours too. But I want to taste you first,” 

And before Dew can protest, Swiss' mouth is on him. Taking him all the way to the hilt on the first go. 

Dew makes a sound as if he’d gotten a swift punch to the gut, letting out a shaky groan as his hand flies to Swiss’ hair and grips tight. Gently guiding his head up and down to feel every bit of that talented tongue along his cock. Swiss moans around Dew's cock and it feels so good, almost too good.

Dew mumbles something in ghoulish, almost coming out as a whimper. 

“Wait wait wait,” Dew says, pulling Swiss off his leaking cock before he loses himself.

 “Are you sure this is your first time?” He asks incredulously. 

Swiss wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks, his tongue lolling out to lick at his lips. It makes Dew’s cock twitch yearning for that tongue again.

“First time topside, first time with these…human-ish bodies, yeah,” Swiss chuckles.

They hold each other's gaze for a moment, both panting heavily. Dew takes in Swiss’ appearance, mouth and chin already shining with spit, his eyes heavily lidded with lust. Dewdrop nods quickly.

“More,” He breathes out as he grips Swiss’ hair again and pushes him back down to his cock.

Swiss runs his tongue up from the base of Dew’s cock up to the tip earning a loud moan, before taking him in again and bobbing up and down. He thinks he must be doing something right because suddenly Dew has both hands on Swiss' horns and starts thrusting into his mouth letting out whimpering pained noises to match Swiss' own moans that only add to Dew's pleasure.

Suddenly Dew swears under his breath and stops, holding  Swiss’ head still and pulls out of his mouth.

“Sorry, got carried aw-”

“No keep going,” Swiss says, his voice gravely in a way that makes Dew's cock twitch.

Dew hesitates, not really wanting to ruin Swiss’ first time sucking cock by damaging his throat. Copia and Imperator would never let him hear the end of it. But the decision is made for him when Swiss uses one hand to start slowly stroking Dew’s cock again, using the other to grab his hands one by one placing them on his head and moving to hold his mouth open over the head of Dew’s cock sticking his tongue out to flick over the head teasingly. 

And how could he say no? He tightens his grip in Swiss’ hair and starts fucking his mouth at an easy pace, relishing in the feel of Swiss’ mouth hot and wet on his already leaking cock. He speeds up, unable to resist chasing his bliss in the multi ghoul’s mouth, gasping for air between every whimper and moan Swiss rings out of him. Dew feels like he might explode. Maybe firecracker is an apt nickname for him after all. 

He won’t last much longer and Swiss seems to get the hint when Dew slows down and pulls out reluctantly. 

Swiss shakes his head, “Nuh-uh. Give it to me. I want it,” he says, hands moving under Dew's legs to grip his small thighs. He doesn't even care how desperate he sounds, all he can think about is Dewdrop's perfect cock and how his cum will taste on his tongue.

Dew is panting, staring at Swiss like he’s the most beautiful creature on earth or in hell and just nods. 

Swiss gets his mouth back on Dew in a flash bobbing up and down, Dew’s hands fly to grab onto Swiss’ horns, using them as leverage to pull him down onto his cock over and over again until he feels his release getting closer and closer. He tries to warn Swiss, not wanting to catch him off guard on his first time but the sensation is too good, too much. His words fail him and all that comes out is desperate whimpers, gasps and moans.

“Please, please, please,” is all Dew can get out before his orgasm crashes through him in waves. He thrusts all the way into Swiss’ mouth and holds him there with a hand firmly on the back of Swiss’ head. Dew feels the back of the multi ghoul’s throat hit the head of his cock, and Swiss swallows. A sensation that causes another orgasm to crash through him before the first one has even subsided. Dew’s hips grind into Swiss' mouth once, twice more before he lets him up for air and the debauched look on the ghoul’s face is to die for. 

Swiss sits up on his knees and they both catch their breath for a moment before Dew lets out a low shaky groan throwing his arm over his face. “Satanas…again, you're sure this was your first time?” he asks again.

Swiss nods with a chuckle and crawls up the bed to lay next to Dew.

“I’m just naturally that good I guess,” he says with a smirk and a shrug. Dew rolls his eyes. 

“Shut up and kiss me,” 

Swiss obliges and Dew tastes his own release on Swiss’ tongue making his head spin a little. 

The rest of the ghouls and ghoulettes notice Swiss and Dew fighting a lot less often and even if they don't know for sure what happened to get them to get along, they’re happy that they've learned to coexist.

Mountain knows though. He smelled it on them the very next day. That was none of his business though.

#this was so fun to write actually lmao it really got away from me #i did NOT plan for it to be this long #atmos writes #askmosghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fan fiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #swiss ghost #dewdrop ghost #sodo ghost #swiss army ghoul #sodomizer ghoul #sodomizer ghost #ghost bc #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #aether ghoul #aether ghost #multighoul

[cyrusthedragon]

Hi so basically im the anon and since ur just as starved for miraxus as i am, here i go- like, how about a fanfic where mirajane falls first and confesses but laxus doesnt think they can be more than friends, what he doesnt realise is that he has loved her all along. Its when Mirajane decides to move on then he feels bad and eventually comes to conclusion that he loves her and they need to get together :D

So u mean basic ass teen!miraxus fic with mira feeling fuckin' OBSESSED and laxus like 'damn, puppy, good for you, tho, but naah...' and then she's like 'ok he rejected me so i need to stop annoying him ok im gonna do it for him i like annoying him but i don't like ANNOYING him ykwim!!' and then laxus is kinda '...the fuck is that little shit going?... NO ONE'S GONNA STEAL MY HEADPHONES NOW? MIRA-'

Actually, i love it so much. Like. Really. AND!! I HAVE SOMETHING ABT IT.

Teen!Mira: *annoys the shit out of teen!Laxus*

Teen!Laxus: *plays cool but still cold, grumbles, rolls his eyes*

Teen!Mira: *finally confesses love because she can’t stand it anymore*

Teen!Laxus: I'm... Ah... I'm sorry, I can't. You're a child.

Teen!Mira: *backs up to not bother him with her emotions, sincerely doesn’t wanna put pressure on him, kinda ashamed*

Teen!Laxus, when for the third day in a row no one touches him, pokes him, irritates him or plays on his nerves and steals his headphones for *her* pretty similar but still shitty music just because: ???

Teen!Laxus: the fuck

Teen!Laxus: WHERE YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!

Teen!Mira: *literally causing no problems* wh-

Teen!Laxus: *silently grabs her and sits her next to him, puts headphones on her*

Teen!Mira: *blushing & squeaking* EXCUSE ME?

Teen!Laxus: will not. You're stuck with me.

Teen!Mira: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY ME TO SI-

Teen!Laxus: says who?

Teen!Mira: *embarrassed & kinda happy & giving up sounds* you're an asshole, Dreyar.

Teen!Laxus: good to know.

Btw, he's not just greedy, he actually panicked cuz she's his favourite kid among allll the children of The Guild, she's the one matching his crazy energy. No one else can do that, everyone's just too clingy but with that also too dumb (hi, Natsu) or too strict (hi, Erza) or even too nice (he likes Lisanna, Lisanna is good, she's like baby sister, but still), and, except teen!Mirajane, no one's literally as aggressive and explosive as he is, no one understands his music, his lifestyle, his decisions even. Even then, he felt safe with her, cuz he known he will be understood, cus most of the time they have almost same thoughts. So he's.. He's happy with that brat around. He's okay with her. She's okay. He doesn't feel any romantic feelings abt her, she's 13yo, c'mon, but he can enjoy her presence, she's chill but emotional, she's rude but loyal, she's annoying but interesting, she's acting stupid but she's really smart, she plays independent but she LOVES hugging. He can tell she'll be a damn good person. And strong. She is strong. He still wants to protect her (even if he's not showing it, he wants to protect all of them, but her especially), but he can see how much power she actually possess. That's even cooler. One day maybe they can spar. Why not?

Teen!Mira: *looks at him, sitting next to him, headphones on, frowning* 'fuck are you looking at?

Teen!Laxus, instantly frowning in response: you have a problem, demon?

Teen!Mira: *explodes* WHO THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL A DEMON?!

Teen!miraxus: *aggressive 'fight'*

Greedy jealousy teen!Laxus supremasy who's like 🙄🙄 ah that stupid little shit with her stupid music but also HEY she's MY stupid little shit, DONTCHA DARE GO AWAY. Adult!Laxus is not like that, BUT THE TEENAGE MAXIMALIST LAXUS? GOD, YES. He's not aggressive, he won't start a fight just like that, but DAMN bro's really fuckin' greedy.

#fairy tail #laxus dreyar #laxus x mirajane #mirajane strauss #miraxus #fairy tail laxus #fairy tail mirajane #mirajane x laxus #ft miraxus #ft laxus

[wyldblunt]

im obsessed with glyn & canach and i must know more about them

for the ship questions, if you don’t mind answering:

pre-relationship: 1, 2, & 4

general: 1, 3, & 8

omg thank u im so glad u like them... (original ship asks here!)

pre-relationship 1: How did they first meet?

[RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER] YAY I LOVE THEIR MEETCUTE

okay so in our canon glyndwr is not involved in any of the southsun stuff at all — that goes to my wife's commander, alan. glyn was getting poked about "consortium issues, karka acting funny, blah blah" and was essentially like "this is so below my pay grade that i will fucking cut your head off if you ever insult me with a brief like this ever again" and that was that. SO he's more or less oblivious to it outside of alan's letters ("ugh this GUY, we finally got him, so hopped up on painkillers he couldn't even see, there's karka goop everywhere," etc) and the occasional wanted poster here and there

(side note this is the setup for alan and canach's insane hostility during heart of thorns. you throw me in jail? okay, Hero of Tyria, i'm out now and i am going to steal your fucking boyfriend about it)

ANYWAY. post-southsun. as a whispers lightbringer glyndwr had managed to stay mostly anonymous for most of his career, but zhaitan's defeat has blown that into fucking smithereens. suddenly he's just as famous as alan and trahearne and it is making him want to turn himself inside out. running errands is now impossible. one day he's essentially fleeing the paparazzi in lion's arch and while trying to lose them finds himself hiding out where canach is imprisoned.

they get to talking through the bars, glyn smokes him out (something he can get away with as a pact commander even with multiple lionguards looking Directly At Them), and before he knows it glyn is coming back regularly, telling canach about what he's seen on his travels lately and sometimes even bringing him books. it gets to the point where sometimes glyndwr spends all day by canach's cell. the rest is history!!

2: What was their first impression of each other?

canach about glyn: "oh, thank fuck, someone to TALK to. and he's eye candy which is a bonus"

glyn about canach: "[with narrowed eyes] this horrid little man is being rude and flippant to me. no one is rude and flippant to me anymore. what is going on" <- intensely intrigued (and then, a bit later when his memory is jogged: "oh, wait, this horrid little man is the one who tried to explode my lover with land mines on a resort island." <-even more intrigued)

4: Who felt romantic feelings first?

i think they both fell for each other pretty steadily, but canach is definitely the one who recognizes his feelings as such first. glyndwr is too self-obsessed and emotionally withered to Get It until way later.

general 1: Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

depends on what's meant by "the relationship," but i have an answer locked and loaded specifically for them being officially entwined so i'm going with that!!

i already have a headcanon that sylvari present weapons as significant romantic gifts, on par with proposing with an engagement ring; this was, coincidentally enough, kicked off by the shield of the moon story!

so, at the end of HoT, when canach offers his shield to glyndwr — already a pretty massive gesture as it is — glyndwr misinterprets it, and they have a frantic little "i'm sorry, do you really want to do this NOW?? RIGHT NOW???" conversation shoehorned into the middle of the terrifying battle for their lives and also the lives of their entire race.

later, when they talk about it more seriously, they end up deciding that yeah, maybe canach actually did mean it that way. so what. what are you going to do about it, idiot. let's just get married. fine. FINE

3: What was their first kiss like?

it depends on if you consider shotgunning to be kissing. if so,

but if not, it was probably something messy and near-accidental in the silverwastes. sandy. not pleasant. not discussed for many many months.

8: Who gets jealous easier?

canach for sure but mostly just bc glyn presents more opportunities for it. i don't imagine they're strictly monogamous (rytlock is certainly popping in and out around here) but like. glyndwr is at constant risk of slipping on a banana peel and accidentally having sex with anyone who is relatively firm/respectful (/charmingly disrespectful?) with him. glyn goes out to buy a carton of milk and through a comedy of errors gets his back blown out four times on the way there and back. glyn somehow managed to fuck ruka the wanderer. it's an affliction

#ty for the ask!!! #canach/commander #drawn answers #my art #my ocs #glyndwr #glynach #weed mention #not sfw text

[mintbubbletea606]

Revenge (Shuichi Saihara x Reader x Kokichi Ouma)

Requested by: @wein

Similar to Kokichi most days, you had woken up and chose violence. Padding down the stairs, you crept towards the ajar door of Shuichi’s home office. Your blue-haired boyfriend was bent over a file, heavily focused on the case. Since his mind was so preoccupied, he never noticed your soft steps, not until your arms wrapped around him. 

“(Y/n), you scared me!” he exclaimed, letting out a soft laugh and patting your hand absentmindedly. “How did you sleep?” 

When you slipped away from his touch, his brow knitted in confusion, and he turned around in time to notice your quickly retreating form. 

“U-uh, is something the problem?” he anxiously called after you, relaxing when you let out a string of laughter. “...At least, there doesn’t seem to be an emergency. Did Kokichi manage to convince them to prank me?” 

Waving his hand in the air, Shuichi moved back to his case, opting to hold back his curious thoughts until he finished a certain section. 

--- 

“How are ya doin’, crackerjack?” the purple-haired teen asked, his face exploding in an enthusiastic grin at the sight of you. He was laying on the balcony, enjoying the sunny day. 

“Pretty good. Could I have some of your Panta for a sec?” you answered, grabbing the glass bottle from his extended hand. “Thanks for that!” 

“Am I your favorite now?” Kokichi asked, his legs swinging back and forth. “I don’t think Shumai would have shared his drink so easily~” 

“You’re on the same level as Shuichi,” you replied, leaning down to poke him on the head. “Anyways, I gotta go!” 

“Wait, give me back my Panta!” Kokichi called out, only receiving a mischievous chuckle from you. “You wanted some of my Panta, didn’t you? At least, they’re becoming a better liar from learning from me.” 

--- 

“What in the world have you been giving them?” Shuichi asked, his eyes flicking up from the book he was reading. 

Kokichi paused, his arms placed behind his head and purple eyes focused on his blue-haired boyfriend. A smile crossed his face as a giggle left him. He moved to flop on the couch, laying his head on Shuichi’s lap.

“You know, I could ask the same thing from you, Shumai. They’ve been poking me and leaving the entire day~” 

“You’re not lying… Are you?” 

“Aww, why would I lie to you?” Kokichi’s lips pouted as Shuichi stared at him. “I mean, you’re the detective. Shouldn’t you know that I’m not lying?” 

“I can never tell with you,” Shuchi murmured, his face screwing up in thought. “I don’t think you’re lying this time. Is (Y/n) trying to mess with us?” 

“Ooh, that sounds fun~” Kokichi replied, placing a finger on Shuchi’s lips to silence him. “You know, what would be even more entertaining?” 

“Do I want to know?” 

“Sure you do!” 

“What…?” 

“ Revenge .” 

--- 

You stretched out your sore muscles as you pulled on your pajamas, tired from the day of bothering your boyfriends. For all of the number of pranks that Kokichi (and a rather hesitant Shuchi) had pulled on you, it only seemed fair that you would get payback. As you walked into the bedroom, you noticed that your boyfriends still hadn’t gotten ready for bed. Eyebrow knitted in confusion, you padded out to the living room, eyes looking at every point. 

“Hey, guys?” you called out, letting out a yelp when two pairs of lips pressed against your cheeks. Your hand connected with the nose of one of the perpetrators. You hurriedly rushed to the light switch, eyes landing on a disoriented Shuichi that clutched his nose. 

Kokichi, rather than helping his partner in crime, hysterically laughed and pointed at the detective. 

“Kichi, aren’t you going to help him?” you asked, moving forward to check Shuichi’s face for any damage. 

“Relax, (Y/n). You didn’t even hit him that hard. He’s just a little shocked. Aren’t ya, Shumai?” 

When Shuichi nodded in response, a relieved sigh left you as you placed a kiss on the side of his lips. 

“You two are idiots, you know?” you commented, eyes glancing over at Kokichi, who was still shaking with laughter. 

“We’re just as much an idiot as you are, darling,” Kokichi quickly responded, moving forward to wrap his arms around you and Shuichi. 

You rolled your eyes as you ruffled Kokichi’s hair and kissed his cheek. 

“Then, how about we stop being idiots and cuddle?” you asked, massaging your temples. “I don’t know how you guys can run around and pull pranks on me. It’s absolutely exhausting-” 

#shuichi x reader #kokichi x reader #shuichi x reader x kokichi #fanfiction #anime #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #x reader #oneshot #gender neutral reader #shuichi x kokichi

[ruffgem]

When I was home for break my brother was like “hey do u want to go to goodwill and get some toys to circuit bend” and I was like “hell yeah bruther. do you know how to do that though 🤔” and he was like “yea I watched a video about it” and I was like ok that’s good enough for me. so I went to goodwill even tho it gives me anxiety cuz my old coworker who was obsessed with me always stares at me whenever i go in there even like 2 whole years after i left (and in fact WAS there and DID indeed stare at me according to my brother. idk I refused to look at him. BUT ANYWAY im getting off topic) anyway we got some toys and my bro was like "basically you just open this shit up and fuck with it" and i was like hmmm that sounds fake but i trust you. Well anyway the second i saw all those beautiful circuits i got so excited i poked them and they made the most beautiful and ugly noise in the world. But then I accidentally petted them so hard that they Died. Sad!! I know…. Poetry. that I loved them so hard that they exploded. I know. U can put me in the poet hall of fame

#I will be gentle to them next time.

[pansyfemme]

Omg kicks my feet. Hii hello. Umm what to talk about. I love oversharing so! Back when I first got on T, I let them take a blood sample. It wasn't needed but I was like "oh yea sure 8)!" bc it wasn't gonna cost me anything.

So, it gets done nice and quick, I get a little like gauze + tape badda bing badda boom. I went through my Whole Thing tm with insurance almost not covering my T Gel (would've literally exploded otherwise n cried).

I'm on call with my partner, to do my first dose. The T gel is drying on my arm, I'm shirtless, I get ANOTHER call. A like, restricted number/one that wasn't showing. Weird! So I tell him like, "hey I got another call?? Hold on???" I answer it, assuming it's going to be spam or a telemarketer.

Wrong!

A nurse from where I went to my appt. is calling. Uh oh!

"Is this so and so?"

"Umm yes!"

"Hello! I'm really sorry but your blood got left out too long in the locker and it froze. So it can't be used anymore. Can we reschedule you for an appointment?"

> blood frozen

BLOOD FROZEN????? I proceed to tell her, yea of course I can reschedule. Althemeanwhile I'm in shock over "did they forget about my blood???? How does it get left out too long????? Hello?????"

I get the new appt. set up, get back on call with my partner and then retell the story.

Originally, I was gonna go back to this place in spring, 3ish months? But now I'm gonma be going back in March to get my blood taken again. Which like, I guess it'll be a way for 'em to see how T is doing atm. And then again at what would've been my truw 2nd appointment.

My dose now has been treating me good I think! But I def wouldn't want to stay at this dose foreverrrr you know? I think I'm getting changes at a nice rate, even if it feels a little slow. I'm gonna ask next time (probably at appt. 3) about switching to shots bc like Greedy Little Guy who wants T changes a little bit faster. I'm getting them!! But like, I want more you know? I'm sure too though a lot more changes have happened but bc I check in daily since I need to apply Tgel daily, I miss the littler things.

This is a very big ramble >_<; hopefully you don't mind!

i dont mind at all i like when u ramble in my inbox TBH ^_^

but that sounds like a whole weird ordeal omg! I get bloodwork to check my t levels maybe twice a year now but when i was first starting out it was every six weeks for the first year and i hated it soooo much.. bc ive had a lot of misc health issues i get bloodwork pretty regurally and each time i would hope that my mom would be the one taking me bc she would take me out to breakfast or dunkin after and that was the only good thing abt getting bloodwork.

weird story of my own thats kinda similar was that i have like. awful veins. like awful awful ones that they can never find and i end up getting poked a LOT when i get bloodwork. but this is worse when i have to get surgery and i have to get an iv and cant drink any water beforehand. So when i was gettin my horomone blocker implant out, i had to get an iv hooked up, which im fairly used to. but they tried for like. half an hour with every method and they could not locate a single vein and had poked me multiple times in both arms so they were eventually like. ok we’re gonna grab an ultrasound for this, its the last resort. and so they did, and my Anesthesiologist for some reason was there and helping, probably bc they were taking so long and they just wanted to get me into the OR. and so the ultrasound is like a big machine and nothing is working on it. like theyre trying over and over again. and then a nurse walks by and comes into the room and is like. hey. you have to plug it in.and that made me feel great about going into surgery lmao…

blood freezing is a new one tho, ive literally never heard of that! i know they sometimes keep it warm but ive never heard of it freezing before.. it was weird bc i actually was interviewed by a few students for an article in a yale journal about my experience transitioning as a child in my city, and it was so weird going over all this stuff that happened ages ago i didnt know where to start 0_o.. im glad t seems to be working out ok, but the first few months r always kinda rocky and weird tbh!! i dont have experience with gel but i know the changes sometimes come at a different pace than injections! i hope u get to increse ur dose soon!

#blood tw #needles tw

[bewitchingbooktours]

Pirate Lover’s Curse by Sheri Queen

Pirate Lover’s Curse

Sleepy Hollow Hunter 

Book Three

Sheri Queen

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance

Publisher:Wilda Press

Date of Publication: December 22, 2022

ASIN:B0BQX5Y4S5

Number of pages:274 print pages

Word Count: 76,321

Cover Artist: SQ Flemming

Tagline: Half wolf. Half were-cat. One-hundred-percent kick-ass Bounty Hunter.

Book Description: 

Lykoi shifter Janda Gray never expected to be cut off from her fated mate.

But when a centuries-old pirate curse stands in the way, Janda finds herself in a race to unearth a treasure that will break the curse and set Alex free.

As the past and present collide, she realizes the bounty hunter skills she's honed over the years aren't enough to defeat her nemesis—the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow.

Janda struggles with the burden of being the last descendent of the witch who cast the curse—and the only one capable of fixing past wrongs and saving those she loves.

Can she embrace her witch heritage and wield her power before it's too late?

Or, will she lose her mate to the Underworld forever and leave the supernatural community to the mercy of the Headless Horseman?

—————

This is a fated-mate shifter story suitable for 18+. The Sleepy Hollow Hunter series is perfect for urban fantasy fans who enjoy immersive stories of adventure and slow-burn romance. It features witches, ghosts, vampires, demons, and several enticing shifters, and a love story that transcends time. A hybrid shifter discovers her found family and hidden magic.

Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/HIcxeADNNuc 

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3i9ySRq

Excerpt:

“Why does anything pertaining to you have to come with extra baggage?” Uncle Damon said. His dominant pack power surged, affecting the others nearby and making them restless.

The air crackled with his energy. I held my ground. His words stung, but he’d never hear me say it. I’d had lots of practice over the years keeping my hurt from showing, but at this moment, I lashed out with a barb of my own.

“I’m just lucky that way. Kind of like you.” I tapped the desk with my fingertips, knowing he hated it and narrowed my eyes at him.

He sure as hell had his own baggage when it came to relationships and pack bonds, especially when it came to anything with my mother.

“If the two of you are done poking at one another, I’d like to move on to the pertinent issue of the cursed map,” Sebastian said. He stood a good foot away from his desk and peered down at the map as if it might explode.

Everyone had a hands-off approach to the map after I’d blurted out that it was cursed.

“It won’t curse you just by touching it,” I said. “At least, not from what Gwenn or I could tell. It has a hidden layer that will attack you if you try to force it out in the open.”

“That’s just great,” Mutther said. “I suppose you found out firsthand?”

“Not me. Gwenn did. I was the innocent bystander.”

“Right. How innocent?” Nick said. He moved to Mutther’s side and viewed the map from farther away. Neither of them was taking any chances.

Not that I blamed them. They had suffered from being too near me in the past. Mutther was still rebuilding his bar.

About the Author:

Sheri Queen writes immersive stories of adventure and romance.

Her urban fantasy and paranormal women's fiction stories feature snarky bad-ass women, strong female friendships, found family, and sexy romance.

Sheri received her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She grew up in the Hudson Valley region of New York—an area she loves to depict in her stories. She enjoys traveling to new places where she is constantly discovering inspirations for her writing. She especially loves visiting old graveyards.

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[the-letter-horror-lover]

meant to be by shikastemari

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Romance & Drama, Boruto U., Sarada U., Words: 1k+, Favs: 29, Follows: 12, Published: Mar 26, 2019

9

Boruto was livid.

As he watched Sarada pulling a boy upstairs, he had to convince himself not to lose his mind. The alcohol was already running in his blood, fast and effectively. The blond boy wanted to follow them and punch the guy's face until he could stay unrecognizable. He knew this was pathetic and violence should never be the answer to anyone's problems, but the scene made him see red.

He just hated feelings.

Talking about them, trying to understand them, feeling them. He would rather ignore it anytime, pretend they don't exist, overlook them. Especially when it was about Sarada. Both of them grew up together because of their parents' friendship, but they were never really close. To the point, sometimes, they would walk past each other in a party and just pretend they didn't know each other.

When they were younger, they heard a lot of people talking about how they would marry in the future or how they were meant to be together. Those kinds of comments just collaborated to tear them apart. They would avoid at any cost to see each other in public, even making small talk, so they wouldn't fuel the rumors.

It worked just fine until the parties started. As they were never seen together, the dating and 'meant to be together' whispers were replaced by how they couldn't stand to be at the same place as each other. For some reason, those type got into Boruto's skin way worse than the dating ones, though Sarada never seemed to care.

So, at Chocho's birthday party, after a long 'Never Have I Ever" game, Boruto decided to poke a reaction out of her. He teased her endlessly and he got nothing. Not even a glare at his direction during the whole time. Her reaction came later when they were leaving. As they lived close to each other, Boruto would always take her home. Both fathers, his and hers, asked him to do so, and he didn't argue. Surprisingly, neither did she.

But the real surprise was how she burst out in his face after they were far away from anyone's sights. They had drunk terribly the whole night, and Boruto didn't feel like arguing. All he wanted was to shut Sarada's mouth, so he did the fastest thing he thought to shut her mouth.

He kissed her.

It wasn't something deep. The whole action didn't take much time, actually. He wanted to give her a little scare just to make her speechless after it. Maybe a bit embarrassed to the point she wouldn't say anything until he dropped her at his house, except it backfired in ways Boruto couldn't even predict.

Instead of pushing him away, as he hoped she would do, the girl wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Boruto didn't believe she was actually kissing him back. As soon as the shock left him, he hugged her middle and pushed her against a gate near them.

The whole thing lasted for about forty minutes. No words left their mouths, extremely occupied with each other. Boruto's hand wandered her body, touching every inch of skin he could find. Against his own skin, hers felt like fire. He didn't know if he had touched her before, but he would surely remember if it had felt like this.

Sarada pushed him away, but his hands kept their place in her waist, where her shirt was revealing some skin. Both were panting, and the Uzumaki boy wondered if his heart could explode inside his chest. Her lips were swollen and his heart skipped a beat when he noticed how beautiful she was. Not that he hadn't noticed it before, he just didn't think about it so much. Why would he?

She fixed her crooked glasses and passed her fingers through her messy hair. Boruto knew he had a similar appearance, but he was too afraid to move.

The brunette just pushed him aside and started to walk away, without saying a word. He took a few deep breathes before following her, keeping a safe distance between them. Once they arrived at her house, she looked at him quickly and nodded, leaving him alone in the cold.

Boruto didn't know what all that meant. In fact, he didn't want to know. What if it made things more complicated?

Yep, he didn't want to know.

He would ignore her, and pretend it didn't happen. Nothing had to change.

Except Boruto didn't realize how badly he wanted things to change until nothing changed. She treated him the same as always during the past weeks. Whoever looked at them wouldn't imagine the hot make-out session at the street they had days before.

So, he decided to let this go, though his mind didn't want to. They didn't speak again until the next party.

Boruto went to the bathroom. As he was using antibiotics, he was probably the only person in the party not drinking. Deciding to leave, he opened the door, already making the path towards the door in his head.

Sarada was there. His first thought was she wanted to use the bathroom as well. He slid aside, so she could enter and he could leave. But as doing so, the girl entered and pulled him together. She closed the door with her feet, and her lips found their way to his.

It took him fifteen seconds to push her away. He didn't want to, but the alcohol taste in her mouth was unmistakable.

"Sarada.." Boruto whispered, grabbing both of her shoulders to keep her in place. "I won't kiss you. You're drunk."

Sarada pouted dramatically. "But I want your mouth."

The blond had to look away. He would never hook up with a drunk girl. Let alone a very drunk Sarada.

"You're not thinking straight."

Sarada used her weight to make Boruto take a step back, touching his back in the wall. He bit his lower lip once he realized she cornered him.

"Sarada…" Boruto sighed.

"Don't you want me?" She pressed her body against his. "Oh, you do."

Boruto couldn't even find the strength to be flushed. He simply pushed her away and left, confused. She didn't exchange even a glance with him for two weeks since they hooked up. Now she wanted to do it again?

Again in the next day, they acted as nothing happened, but deep down, a lot had changed for him. The actual change came at the next party. It was his time to take the first step and he did it. When Sarada was alone at a balcony, Boruto appeared from behind and placed a long kiss in her neck.

Sarada didn't even startle. She just turned and closed the distance between them, pulling him closer to a kiss. They didn't even care about the fact someone might see them.

The next thing Boruto knew, he woke up in Sarada's bed.

He remembered the night before, every single detail. The taste of her lips, how confident she was with her own body, and her body… Boruto would never see something as beautiful. He was sure of it.

Her mother had a night shift at the hospital she worked and her father was on a business trip. So, since then, they started a whole new dynamic in secret. Publically, they wouldn't even look at each other. When they were alone…

His friends noticed something was off about him, but no one could tell what it was. Sometimes, the Uzumaki thought himself couldn't figure this out. But Boruto couldn't tell them, he liked too much what he had with Sarada to risk it to go to waste.

The only person who knew it was his sister. Boruto and Sarada were already without clothes when his sister appeared in his room, asking if he had seen their mom. The poor girl stood there, mouth agape and eyes almost exploding from her orbits. It took Boruto a lot of convincing so she wouldn't tell anyone, especially their parents.

"I wish I could wash my eyes." She said finally. After a half-naked Boruto and a Sarada wearing his shirt, which she could easily use as a dress, explained all the reasons they kept it a secret. She left, and never again entered his room without knocking.

That was how it worked for three months. His behavior got weirder and weirded to his friends, especially when he started to turn out girls. Shikadai would love to tease him about finding out who his mysterious girlfriend was because he was clearly in love. Boruto had to lie a thousand times he wasn't in love, he was just bored.

"Whatever dude, just chill." Shikadai shrugged and took a deep sip of his drink. His friend frowned when the smell of cigars reached his nose. There was no one in the planet who hated cigarettes more than Shikadai Nara.

Plus, Boruto couldn't chill.

Not when Sarada was with another man. It wasn't even jealousy. It was pure sadness and anger. He wanted her more than anything and she knew it. Boruto still blamed himself for the night that he let his feelings slip over the phone. Drunk calls never end up being a good decision and after throwing up his heart out for her, he still remembered the silence that came right after, then the beep showing she hung up.

Now, being sober, Boruto didn't actually blame her. If it was the other way around, he wouldn't know how to react either. At that time, he told himself he would never see her again. Just so he could be standing at her door at 8 am the next morning.

They talked, for hours. It was easy with her. Everything seemed to be until it wasn't. Boruto would never forget how sad the smile she gave him was when she said they couldn't be more than friends. For him, even the word friend was strange enough, and he knew she felt the same. During his whole life, they avoided each other like the plague and now? It felt like the plague invaded his being.

"Nothing, I repeat, nothing compares to what we have." Boruto felt hopeless.

"Maybe not." She sighed. "I'm not saying it's not the best, just… Not the right one."

That was the last words she said before leaving. She left and took his heart with her.

"Earth to Boruto." Inojin flicked his finger on Boruto's cheek hard, taking the mind out of his sad memories. "What are you staring at?"

Sarada wasn't at the stairs anymore. At some point of reviving everything that happened to him, she left again, but with someone else this time.

"Nothing." Boruto took a sip of his glass. The beer wasn't cold anymore.

Seemed usual by now. Cold heart turning into a melted one. The cold side of his bed, who used to be warm because of her. Even his gaze, which he looked at her as he didn't know her and now, it seemed like she was everything he could see.

It wasn't meant to be, as people used to say. He loved her. She didn't love him back.

Life. It happens.

Some love stories are just not meant to be.

#boruto fanfiction

[theashpit]

If you would be so inclined to enlighten us with more facts I offer these

Martin :🌋 ✂️ ❇️

Tom: 🙈 ☁️ 💙

Fletcher: 💥 👑 🌈

[MARTIN]

🌋: Martins temper is one that you don’t want to light the fuse of, although he may seem relatively calm. He is not… for genuinely speaking Martin is constantly on the cusp of losing it. Dude never truly calms down and i really can’t blame him, but that means when he blows up

He REALLY explodes. Its not good for the recipient… almost ever.

✂️: Well it was probably once upon a time something very hard to do, Martin used to be a really sweet and patient kid but time hasn’t been kind to him at all. And honestly speaking nowadays he won’t put up with anyone he’s not willing to! If he doesn’t like you, he will say it and you’re not gonna see him again

End of story!

❇️: He actually doesn’t hold much of value, though he does keep with him an old possession of his Dad’s… his mom didn’t know he smuggled it out of whatever she was going to burn. But he did, and he kinda keeps it to himself. Its not much… its just a small tempered glass figure of a little creature. His dad used to do glass work as a side hobby, before he disappeared.

So Martin keeps it around, it spends most of its time safely tucked away in with his personal belongings. The other’s kinda know about it but they’re respectful of his space and do not often tamper with anything. Martin’s just not very tolerant to begin with so why poke that hornet nest?

[TOM]

🙈: Tom doesn’t want people to see him angry. He has a fucking horrifying temper and just m he would rather no one see that, thank you very much.

☁️: Listen i just… he studies and keeps notes on birds and does like in depth dives into how they work and function. He has whole books he has written into about them and their anatomical functions, as well as any and all behavior patterns they take part in.

💙: Tom genuinely is just a hard person to get away from lmao and i mean that in the nicest way possible, he hates being away from his boyfriend. But understands when they have to be so like he’s not overly clingy but like good luck cause… when u get home from all that he’s on you like glue and is just asking all about your day and complimenting you. We just love to see it, he’s a real sweet boyfriend.

[FLETCHER]

💥: Fletcher really struggles with care, he’s not like his brother in a lot of regards fletcher has a complex understanding of a LOT of things. However, Care?? He doesn’t understand it and he literally only grasped its understanding with one person and even then he fucked it up so severely he’s not even the same person anymore. Fletcher just… he is the epitome of Uncaring.

👑: Fletcher wants everyone to remember him in absolute terror, he wants to haunt the memories of everyone who gazed upon his flesh in the most unimaginable fear and terror and feast upon those fears unendingly. That’s all he wants to be remembered for, he wants nothing more than to gorge on the fear of mortals. Unless…?

🌈: Fletcher would have told a younger him to not get lost in his hunger and to not lose the one person he sought to impress and communicate with. That is all :)

#asks #anon #Martin #Tom #Fletcher #Infamys end #Abidance #Cadence #send moreee these are fun to dooo

[peevishpants]

cattail cat... yeah

#cat #drawing #weiwei art #cattail #did u know that they explode when u poke them #oc #creachur design

[frogtanii]

℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

series masterlist

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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[spencerreidsconverse]

Ok but imagine reader & Spencer hating each other but like when reader is in danger Spencer drops EVERYTHING to help her (or them if u prefer) n then bringing her/them to the hospital. Immediately after she recovers everything goes back to normal but like idk mayb a confession??? OK CIAO THAT WAS LONG

okay this is longer than I feel like it should be but I LOVED THIS SO MUCH i hope you enjoy it! thank you anon!

You and Spencer have never seen eye to eye. You preferred Star Wars to his Star Trek, the Thai place on 23rd street versus the one on Greenview, and while Spencer was always speaking about some obscure documentary or reciting statistics from the recent crime reports, you were the type to stay quiet (unless the two of you were fighting). It wasn’t that the team didn’t like you, in fact, they loved you and they were the closest thing you had to family. Spencer had always hated you, and after you got over the initial shock, you were more than willing to return it. After all, he barely knew you when he first started avoiding you and once he heard you openly complaining about it, there was no stopping the feud that came.

The team was constantly avoiding the both of you whenever you were shoved together for fear that one of you would finally explode.  Spencer, having threatened to make good on his MIT legacy once before had everyone but you so sure that he’d finally grown sick of it. A part of you, the part you kept locked up deep inside along with your hidden crush on Spencer could have sworn he almost ENJOYED the war that was constantly waging between you. After all, there were times when you (mostly fueled by Penelope) swore the tension was undeniable.

Even on cases, it wasn’t rare that Hotch had to pull the both of you aside to scold you for “making a mockery of the BAU” or whatever spiel you were sure he’d prepared on the plane ride over. You were sure the team was downright sick of it all, but something about him not liking you rubbed you the wrong way and always had.

All that changed though, when you got shot on a case. You and Spencer had been paired up for a stakeout and had started fighting while waiting for the unsub. Hotch had told you to “work out your differences” when you had brought up your concerns about being trapped in a small undercover car with him.

While going back in forth, you eventually let it slip. “I don’t know what I did to make you hate me!” You had yelled at him. The contrasting silence that followed was deafening. “Y/N…. I don’t hate you. I never have!” You had rolled your eyes at that but Spencer persisted. “I mean it, I thought you hated me!” “Spencer…” “No really!” “No, Spencer look!”

The two of you rush after the unsub who had pulled into his driveway and spotted you during your heated discussion. You had always excelled over Spencer in athletics (to no one’s surprise) and you were right on the unsub’s tail when he turned and raised his gun. You tackle him down, but not before he squeezes the trigger, sending a bullet to graze the side of your shoulder.

You let out a shout and Spencer is quickly behind you, pushing the guy down into the ground with excessive force, cuffing him, and shoving him into the squad car that pulled up from around the corner. In the back of your mind, you realize spencer must have called for backup at some point, but your forethought is on the blistering feeling in your shoulder.

Spencer is quickly back by your side, and he somehow manages to tear the sleeve of your shirt off around the injury with his bare hands, surprising you with gentle strength. He calls for the medic and holds your hand as they patch you up, whispering words of encouragement as they poke around the wound. Opting to get examined in the field saved time, but it meant there were no painkillers to aid in your comfort.

Once you’re cleared, you realize that Spencer still hasn’t let go of your hand. He catches you looking down at it and pulls you aside, away from the squad cars and the rest of the team.

It’s there on a random street corner in Ohio that he confesses his true feelings for you. “Y/n…” he says “I’ve had a crush on you since you started here. I was so sure that you were quiet because you didn’t like me and somehow it turned into me fighting with you. I was too afraid to tell you how I really felt because at least this way, I was still talking to you.” You had to seriously fight the urge to roll your eyes at the total guy logic, but it was endearing nonetheless. Instead of your own confession, you had kissed him which he immediately returned and the rest was history.

The plane ride back to Quantico was the quietest it had been since you and Spencer first started your incessant fighting, at least until the team caught on. After that, there was no shortage of teasing and enthusiastic “It’s about time’s”. Under the surface though, they were all pleased that the family you all had built was stronger than it ever was before.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid/reader #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagine spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanficiton

[unnie-lili]

hi there!! I’d love to see what you think playfighting with each svt member would be like! ik 13 is a lot so feel free to do less if u don’t feel comfy - and they def don’t need to be long, just lil drabbles :)

Aaah I love this idea anon!! I'm sorry for the delay, school has me really busy. Here you go 💙

Playfighting with Seventeen

would actually playfight with you : s.coups, joshua, hoshi, mingyu

playfights by pranking you : jeonghan, woozi, seungkwan, dino

annoys you to play with you : jun, wonwoo, dk, the8, vernon

Playfights with you : S.Coups, Joshua, Hoshi, Mingyu

would notice when you're a little grumpy that day

you keep dismissing it, but they know better

would come to see you, smiling innocently

then would start tickling you until both of you were breathless, laughing hard

love to take you in their arms, swinging you around until you're both dizzy

would roughhouse with you if you liked it, rolling around and giggling loudly as you desperately wanted to win this fight

could and would start a pillow fight if the opportunity was present, only ending when you couldn't move because you were laughing too much or a pillow had exploded in a feathery mess in your room

they just love to see you happy

would smile any time you try to win back the fight, only letting you win if they wish so (they do)

“I love seeing you laugh.”

Pranks you : Jeonghan, Woozi, Seungkwan, Dino

what better way to play with you than pranking you at any time of the day?

it started with them switching the labels of your shampoo and conditioner

but you're so competitive that you immediately started a prank war

they let themselves get pranked by you, too, just to see you smile proudly at your hard work

would have you watch around every time you drank a water bottle, because they would 100% squeeze it to have it splashing you whenever you did so around them

you did the same to them once, they had breathed the water and you seriously thought they were going to drown because of you (they were playing with you, and they got you)

your prank war had to be stopped by S.Coups, who was scared it was going too far when you had asked which hair removal method was the least painful but more effective

only to have them come to you as soon as S.Coups was out of the room

“Rematch?”

Lives to annoy you : Jun, Wonwoo, DK, The8, Vernon

they somehow always know how to get to your nerves

in a playful manner, that is

either by softly blowing air on your most ticklish spots, making you squirm at the feeling

or they would ruffle your hair when you were just finished getting ready, loving the annoyed huff you let out as you saw your hard work completely in ruins

they would let you ruffle theirs in return, laughing as you did so

would poke your arm, squish your cheeks or pinch your skin softly any time they wanted your attention or you were busy doing something else

would imitate you, your gestures or your words, when you did something embarrassing to try and alleviate your mood

love to see your annoyed face, trying to hide your smile with a scowl

they want your attention and don't necessarily know how to express it, so they annoy you instead

you always try to annoy them back, but they only find you adorable

“You're too cute to be annoying, try again next time.”

Requests : OPEN

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[johnsamericano]

Can do a fic about dilf doyoung is your Father's friend but u have a secret relationship with him them one day he got you preggo so u moved in with him plsssss also put a lot of smut shshshhshsh pls I hope you read this.

Hi there! My requests are currently closed but I can never resist writing dilf!Doyoung so you’re lucky. There's not THAT much smut in this because I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. Hope you like it!

warnings: dirty talking, sex, language, use of the name daddy, spanking, unexpected pregnancy, age gap.

“What’s the meaning of this invitation, Mr. Kim?” You inquired, walking past the front door with a gym bag hanging from your shoulder. “It's not every day you invite me to a private swimming party.”

“Very funny.” He welcomed you with a hug, his warm, naked chest pressed against your covered one. “Jeno’s out with his friends. He won't come back until tomorrow.”

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? I wanted to be with him.” That response earned you a slap in the ass, hard enough to serve as a warning not to keep testing his patience.

“Get changed. I'll wait for you in the hot tub.”

You locked yourself in the nearest bathroom, quickly yanking off your clothes to replace them with a baby blue bikini. You knew how much he loved the matching set, not as much as taking it off you, of course.

Wanting to make him wait for a while longer, you neatly folded your clothes and placed them over your sleeping wear inside the bag you'd brought with you.

“Took you long enough.” He was sitting inside the water, his arms spread wide as he gave you a less than amused look. “Come here.”

Despite how dominant he might look on the outside, he never managed to fool you. As soon as you were between his arms, your face was guaranteed to be covered with kisses from his soft lips.

“I missed you this past few weeks.” His wet thumb traced figures over your arm, avoiding looking into your eyes. “Why haven't you visited?”

Your fingers played with the small, grey hairs covering the nape of his neck.

“It's getting harder to hide it from Jeno, and I know if he ever found out, our friendship would be over. I don't wanna lose him.”

“He’ll find out, better sooner than later.” The look on your face must've given away your thoughts. “What? Did you think this was just something casual?”

“I mean...” His jaw dropped, arms falling into the water with a splash. “Look, you have to understand me. We started right after your wife left, I thought you were using me to forget her. And I didn't mind-”

“Using you?” Just a few millimeters and his eyebrows would be touching. “Have you always thought so low of me?”

“Doyoung...”

“I want a future with you, y/n. Not just an occasional fuck but an actual relationship, and if you don't feel the same about me, then we might as well end things here.” This was the first time you'd seen him mad, with his whole face red from anger and the warmth of the jacuzzi, he looked as if he were about to explode.

“Of course I do. But it's complicated.” The red shade tinting his cheeks and ears, slowly faded. “No one would accept our relationship, for starters.”

“I couldn't care less about other’s opinions.”

In less than a second, his lips crashed against yours, hard. But there was a hint of sweetness in his wild movements, the way his hands caressed your back while his tongue worked its way inside your mouth aggressively.

“Already so eager?” He asked as your heat rubbed itself against his clothed cock. “Not here.”

“What...?”

The muscles in his legs tensed as he stood up with you still between his arms. He was strong, for a man of his age, of course.

“I’m afraid that I've been fucking you the wrong way, which might have been the reason for you to have the wrong idea about us.” Leaving a trail of water drops behind you, you climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor, where his room was located. “Scratch that. No more fucking, from now on, I'm gonna make love to you.”

“Have you always been this cheesy?” Your feet touched the floor as he removed his hands from below your thighs, slightly pushing you until the back of your knees touched the mattress.

“Don’t make me change my mind and spank that pretty ass.”

“Rude.” You let yourself fall on the fresh comforter, dragging him down with you.

“Take your clothes off for me, won't you?” He busied himself pulling down his swimming trunks while you struggled with the knot keeping your bra in place. “Such a silly, little girl. Can't do anything without her daddy, can her?”

“Please.” Even though you hated being humiliated, your core didn't seem to bother. His degrading words only caused your essence to form an even larger patch on your bikini. “Doyoung...”

“Fine.” His cock was standing proudly, his tip dripping with small beads of precum. “On your knees and turn around.”

He worked through the knots as fast as his trembling fingers allowed him to. His mouth was aching to say the special words he'd been keeping to himself for a while now, but he didn't have enough courage yet.

“Ready.” The straps fell down your arms, tickling the skin as they slid.

You took the last piece of your suit off, finally allowing your body to be consumed by the humidity of the summer evening. Doyoung was quicker to enter you than usual. No teasing, just lovemaking as he’d promised earlier.

“You’re so warm.” His lips were attached to your collarbone, sucking to leave a mark big enough for everyone to see. “Your little cunt takes me so well. No one else could make me feel as good as you do.”

With his hips pistoning your hole, your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, dancing over the tender skin. The way you were looking at each other, so intimate and full of affection, had the words he'd been wanting to say rushing out of his lips.

“I love you.” His movements faltered as if waiting for you to give him any type of answer.

“What’s with that scared face?” You giggled, every inch of your skin flushed with embarrassment and desire. “I love you too.” He loved how young you made him feel, like a silly teenager confessing to his crush only to find out his feelings were reciprocated.

His thrusts resumed, this time slower, deeper, making sure you felt every single ridge and vein of his cock. His length caressed your walls oh so deliciously, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Until someone had to ruin it.

“Dad, where are you?” In a rush, Doyoung pulled out, not even noticing how his seed spilled out of your hole. Fear had taken over the pleasure.

“Get in the bathroom, he probably just forgot something. Don't worry.”

As he'd said, Jeno was quick to leave. Not even ten minutes later, Doyoung was back in his room, announcing Jeno’s little getaway got extended.

“So that means, you can stay for a while longer. Only if you want of course.” The bathtub was filling with warm water and bubbles he'd added. “Or we can go on our own trip, whatever you want.” You felt at ease between his arms, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Who would've thought you'd be losing your mind a few weeks later because of the same man that had given you so much peace before.

“How could you forget to wear protection?!”

“Don't treat me as if I were the only one responsible for this situation.” You hid your face between the warmth of your palms, supporting the side of your head against the window. “Look at me, baby.”

You shook your head, tears starting to slip between your fingers.

“I’m here for you, darling. Whatever you want to do, I'll fully support you.” His thumb traced the shape of the shell of your ear.

“I don't know what I want to do.”

“We still have time to help you figure things out, okay?” There was a certain sadness to his tone, almost as if his hopes were vanishing.

He didn't want to get rid of it, but being pregnant was a burden that you'd have to carry alone as much as he tried to help. It was your choice and only yours.

“I want to have it, but I don't even have a job or economical support. My parents would kill me if they found out. And Jeno, oh boy, he'd have a heart attack.”

“You have me, y/n. And even though I can't do anything about other people's reactions, I'll always be by your side.”

Doyoung wasn't lying. He walked you through every step, even assumed part of the responsibility when talking to your parents, who didn't react as badly as you'd foreseen.

“Just make sure you're making the right choice.” They'd said.

Jeno was the last person to find out.

“Oh, hey y/n. Were you waiting for me?” He dropped the sports bag right in front of de door.

“We have to tell you something.”

“We?” The look on his face was almost comical as if life had been sucked out of his handsome features.

“Yes, we.” Doyoung laced his fingers with yours, tightly locking your hands together.

His father explained the situation calmly, making sure to use the right words to avoid scaring him away. By the time he was done, Jeno was just staring at you with an emotionless face.

“Jeno?” Your heart dropped at the thought of losing your friend. “Say something, please.”

“You want me to say something?”

There was a small, dramatic pause to add some tension to his words. But the mood lightened as soon as his eyes became crescent moons.

“Bold of you to assume I wasn't aware of your little relationship.” He giggled. “It's okay, guys. You're both adults and I trust you know what you're doing.”

“What the hell is going on?” Your thoughts slipped out of your mouth.

“Thank you, Jeno.” Doyoung mouthed, squeezing your shoulder.

“Man, I always wanted a little brother.” He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you and his father's neck.

“I rather have a girl this time.”

“Should I call you mom?” Jeno teasingly asked, poking the back of your head.

“Try me.”

(...)

As you folded your clothes and placed them in your new closet, the sun started setting. The light sound of sizzling could be heard from the room, probably Doyoung cooking dinner.

“Y/n!” He shouted from downstairs. “Come help me set the table.”

“Coming!” You set aside the remaining boxes. There were not many clothes left to unpack, so you could finish after eating.

You tiptoed on your way downstairs, accomplishing to scare him with a surprise back hug.

“Stop, you could've burnt yourself.” He scolded, undoing your hug only to quickly pull you by his side moments later.

“Is it me or are you getting a little too overprotective?”

“Am not!” His eyebrows quivered like they did every time he lied.

“Really? Then why haven't we had sex ever since you found out I was pregnant?” Your hand teasingly traced figures on his lower abdomen, a little too close to the stove he was using.

“You’re gonna get burnt.” Once again, he tried to push you away, but your hand remained in the same position. “Baby...”

“Uh-uh, you're not gonna sweet-talk your way out. Why won't you touch me anymore? Have I lost my charm or something?”

“What? No!” He turned off the stove, completely turning to his side to face you. “I just don't wanna hurt the baby.”

“Bullshit. You know it's still safe to do it, you already had one son, for god's sake.” Your arms were crossed over your slightly swollen mounds. “I want the truth.”

“I’m telling you the truth...” There was no nervous quiver from his eyebrows, but his tone was less than convincing.

“The whole truth, Doyoung.”

There was no way out, he had to tell you what he'd been trying to hurry at the back of his head for weeks now.

“I can't stop thinking that the only reason we became official is because of this baby, and I'm afraid if you lose it, I'll lose you as well.” It seemed as if your roles had reversed, as if he was the youngest, the most immature.

“Idiot.” You flicked his forehead with anger, later pulling him into a bear hug. “Get those stupid ideas out of your little head or I'll have to slap them out of you.”

“Rude much.”

“I told you once before we found out about the baby...” Your lips were achingly close to his, ready to kiss those soft, pink pillows. “I love you.”

Your eyes were stuck on his lips, too busy to notice how his eyes started sparkling, the edge of them trying to contain his tears. After a while, you looked up, his nostalgic expression puzzling you.

“I’m sorry, it's the hormones.” He sniffled.

“That's not how pregnancy works, honey.”

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