#hes got his own tag now 🤪

[marlenesluv]

omg hi babe loved the oscar smut! i was wondering if u could do a smutty smau about him. like everyone thinks his relationship is so wholesome and sweet (like shes the picture perfect housewife pretty much), but then their sex tape gets leaked and its NASTY and like some photos get leaked and her ass is all bruised

Leaked. (OP)

hi!! thank you so much! and omg fuck, i love this?! i read this and had to start writing immediately.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

fc: no fc! j pinterest pics

warnings: i would say 18+, lots of sexual language, cussing, some suggestive photos

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y/n.user: my sweet sweet boy and mimosas🧡

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oscarpiastri: i love you, my sweet sweet girl

↳ y/n.user: hmph🥹🥹

f1wags: the way she posts him >

user4: they literally have the most wholesome relationship on the grid

danielricciardo: i would actually like photo credits for the first photo😁🙋‍♂️

↳ y/n.user: i’m not adding that to the caption, but if ppl read your comment, they’ll know!!

↳ danielricciardo: oh😃

piastri.fp: y/n is so good for oscar. he’s so gentle with her, like wtf, don’t make me feel lonelier

user9: guys wake up, our fav wag j posted

f1editpage: this is why my page is full of y/n and oscar edits, they are too cute

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twitter:

F1 Updates and News @f1newsupdate • 3hr

Breaking F1 Oscar Piastri and girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N’s sex tape is leaked!! It has spread wide and far over twitter and porn sites already….

The couple has yet to post anything on the matter. But explicit photos have also been released. Fans aren’t sure what to make of this. No one expected Y/N, the innocent and sweet girlfriend, to be in this situation.

↳ Papaya Boys @papayaboys111 • 3hr

“explicit photos” mhmm. literally photos of her bruised ass 😭

↳ Monaco Bby @monacomylove • 3hr

no cuz the tape was hot, and anyone that disagrees is a liar. the way he kept slapping her ass and then throwing his head back when she gave him head? i’m deceased

↳ F1 Fanpage @formula1fp • 2hr

i agree, i mean, they filmed it and put sm effort, i have to watch!

↳ Y/N’s Fanpage @fpy/n • 2hr

when oscar ate her out and shook his head? when she grabbed his hair and pulled?? when he said “go on, baby. you’re such a good girl for me, arent you?”🫠🫠🫠🫠

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oscarpiastri: whatever. at least we’re hot. you’re welcome

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user3: BRO SAID “you’re welcome”….. and yk what? THANK YOUUUUU

y/n.user: we did look so good

↳ oscarpiastri: we always do

f1wags: jaws = dropped (slay tho)

carlossainz55: i’m not even sure if i want to know

↳ maxverstappen1: seriously? you don’t know?

↳ carlossainz55: what happened??

↳ charles_leclerc: their sex tape got leaked

↳ carlossainz55: oh no! i am so sorry guys 😟

↳ landonorris: i don’t even think they care

↳ oscarpiastri: we don’t

y/nfp: y/n moaning is forever engraved in my brain now

↳ f1edits: oscar biting and licking her tits in engraved in my mind😵‍💫

↳ mclarenfans: how about when he said “come on, doll. you can take it, hm? my good girl.” 🫨

user7: you guys are really owning this, huh? as you should, it was hot and will be in history textbooks

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y/n.user: i guess we pulled a kim k👄

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user3: LMAO THE CAPTION IS ICONIC

oscarpiastri: come to bed so i can fuck you🤪

↳ y/n.user: 🏃‍♀️

↳ landonorris: have you two NO shame???

↳ oscarpiastri: not really

↳ danielricciardo: what do they even have to loose? their tape is already leaked, everyone knows

f1edits3: shameless, as you should be, that tape was hottttt

y/nfanpage8: everyone is talking about the tape, but not mentioning that it was literally 2 hours long

↳ papayaedits2: how is home girl even sitting? her ass was bruised as ffuuucccck

user2: these pics are slaying

oscarfans11: our girl isn’t as innocent as we thought, but i’m so here for it

francisca.cgomes: okayyyy, go off babe

↳ y/n.user: kikaaaaa

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oscarpiastri: i’ll always kneel for my queen

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y/n.user: 👸

*liked by creator*

f1wagpage: SHE IS A QUEEN

user3: kneeling js like he did when he took her thing off in the tape🤭

↳ formula1page: with his teeth🫠

maxverstappen1: you’re so whipped, mate. also, answer my callls??

↳ y/n.user: he can’t, he busy on his knees

↳ maxverstappen1: oh my god🤦‍♂️ i didn’t need to know that

mclarenposts81: i’m deceased, their tape being leaked is the best thing ever cuz now we have unhinged y/n and oscar

lilymhe: literal “it” couple

↳ alex_albon: and we aren’t?

↳ lilymhe: erm, we are the best, but they are the “it” couple

↳ alex_albon: oh

↳ lilymhe: no alex, it’s not a bad thing. i love youuu

↳ alex_albon: okay, i love you too

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snippet from interview with y/n y/l/n, talking about her leaked tape:

interviewer: “so, y/n, how did you and oscar react when you found out your tape had been leaked?”

y/n: “at first, we were a bit shocked and scared, wondering how mclaren and f1 as a whole would react. but after we realized that they didn’t care, since it was out of our hands, we embraced it” *laughs*

interviewer: “i see” *laughs* “were you afraid of friend and family seeing it?”

y/n: “oh, of course! but we both messaged our parents and told them so they wouldn’t stumble across it and not know what it was.”

interviewer: “and how about now? you and oscar seem fairly content with the tape being leaked.”

y/n: “well, of course it sucks, but oscar and i are hot, and we love each other. we’re secure in our relationship and our bodies, so we mind, of course, but we will continue to make light of it and joke around.”

interviewer: “i see. well, thank you for taking time to speak with me, y/n! enjoy the race, and i wish oscar luck.”

y/n: “of course! and thank you! have an amazing day.” *smiles and stands up and walks toward oscar and lando*

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y/n.user: back to our innocent posts (for now)

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user6: not sure if that’s what we wanted, but we love content no matter what. you guys are the cutest

oscarpiastri: my pretty girl ❤️

↳ y/n.user: my pretty boy ❤️

↳ oscarpiastri: oh yeah, i’m gonna need you to say that more

f1updates: you guys are too damn hot, wtf

y/n.fp: oh, we’re back to innocent oscar and y/n

danielricciardo: once again, photo credits for the first one

↳ y/n.user: what is up with you and these photo credits??

↳ danielricciardo: they are good photos and people need to know that i’m the one that took them

user9: i js wanna hear oscar beg to cum in her again

↳ user5: i just rewatch LOL. its like my cocomelon

georgerussell63: oh finally, i can go on instagram again

↳ y/n.user: you’re so dramatic

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

#formula 1 #f1 #formula one #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri smut #f1 smau #18+

[notjustjavierpena]

The idea of javier and reader being a baby making factory is so 🤪🤪

Trying (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: Actually! My idea of them is that they don’t do super well with their attempts at starting/expanding the family. Which is why I think that they accidentally made Sebastian; they didn’t think they were super fertile and got a lil sloppy. It has always taken a good chunk of time to get reader pregnant during the times they were actively trying but fate often has it that when you stop focusing on it, it becomes easy.

Word count: 500 words

Tags: Not explicit thoughts of infertility, trying for a bebe, soft!javi, the inherent suffering of being a person who has a womb, angst, hurt/comfort

Trying

“One line again,” you say quietly and try to hide your voice trembling as Javier leans against the bathroom sink. He reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, letting out a frustrated sigh as the reality of not being lucky this time around either sets in. You shift on the toilet seat, “Really thought this was it this time.”

It’s been four months now without any luck.

“It’ll happen, baby,” he says without sounding overly optimistic. In fact, he sounds like he is in doubt, on the verge of giving up, and the tone of his voice makes you rise from your seat without a word. You twirl the pregnancy test in your hands for a brief moment before aggressively, and with exasperation, throwing it into the sink and pushing past your husband.

You start to cry the second that he cannot see you anymore. It’s big, heavy, and self-pitying tears that are accompanied by sobs as you walk into the kitchen with fast steps. You place both your palms on the counter, not caring about not having washed them yet, feeling stupid for being in this stupid house with two stupid spare bedrooms that you can’t help seeing as stupid nurseries.

Behind you, Javier says your name so softly that you heave for breath. You can only stammer your response, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Javier asks. You hear him come up behind you, so you turn to face him. Your face is tear-streaked, nose as well as mouth are puffy and red.

“The one thing my body is supposed to be good at doing and it’s not working. Probably won’t even be a good mom either,” your sniffles are filled with frustration, a fresh teardrop escaping as you tear yourself down in front of him.

“No, no, baby, no,” Javier shakes his head, tuts gently, and moves to cup your teary face. He wipes a few drops away with his thumbs, and you help by catching a few that threaten to drip off your chin, “It’ll happen. Think about how happy that’ll make us.”

“And if it doesn’t?” You know it’s a worst-case scenario, but admittedly it would be easier if people would only just talk about the struggles of getting pregnant. There is never talk about it not being a bed of roses, that it takes time for some couples. It’s always so fucking romantic and whoopsies, we’re having a baby.

“It will,” he stresses, holding your gaze while smiling gently, “Pero sí no, then we’ll figure it out. Maybe we’ll have our own Olivia like Connie and Steve.”

“Okay,” you reach up to hold onto his wrists, closing your eyes to steady your mind. He rests his forehead against yours.

“Okay,” he repeats, “And you’ll be the greatest momma in the world.”

You chuckle whilst still having tears in your eyes, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he chuckles too, “Now I think we need to wash your pee fingers.”

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[ki-yomii]

helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡

hey there~ 💛

... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈

i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.

but i do have some all-time favorites!!

please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞

i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!

JUNG KOOK FICS

the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie

mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2

i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.

Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪

Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.

YOONGI FICS

witch oneshot by @sailoryooons

this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand. 

desolate series by @angelicyoongie

one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga

this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.

The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!” 

first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin

i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.

You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...

go send these authors some love!!

#asks #get recc’d 📚 #fic recs #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader

[tojisbbygworl]

He's Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader bonus ii ~

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Imagine the coolest guy in the Spider Society is a virgin nerd with a big dick

Tags: 18+, NSFW, Piercings, Sub Hobie, Slight Mommy Kink, Nipple play, Anal/Pegging, Rimming (M receiving)

Don’t u love writing smut an hour and a half before your homework is due 🤪

Hobie had to work up a lot of fucking nerve before he asked this of you.

It was especially awkward for him as the two of you hadn’t done anything intimate for a while now.

Don’t get him wrong, it had nothing to do with the sex itself. He actually misses it. He just had…a little surprise for you and he needed to wait until it stopped hurting before he could do anything.

He was utilizing his time well. To make up for the severe lack of being buried deep inside of you, he’s been watching much more porn, trying to find something that he would like. He’s become more comfortable in his sexuality since the two of you started…whatever the hell it was y’all had going on.

It wasn’t until he decided to explore anal that he felt his dick jump.

The videos he watched, however, weren’t…exactly what he was looking for.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said, interrupting the very heated make out session the two of you were having.

Panting with your swollen lips and lidded eyes, you looked at him in intrigue. “Yeah?”

Hobie bit his lip and stood up to take off his shirt. He smiled at you when you gasped.

“You got your nipples pierced?” You shrieked in excitement.

He laughed nervously, afraid to ask you for what he wanted next. But, he didn’t have to.

The next thing he knew, you attached your lips to the metal, giving one a small lick and then a kiss.

He tilted his head down and watched in awe as you tenderly sucked on them. His torso churned, his breaths were small and frequent accompanied by a few hisses. They were still a little sore. But, that made it feel better in a way.

When his dick poked your stomach, you smiled. Without stopping, you took your hand and rubbed his clothed erection. You chuckled with your tongue pressed against his brown nipple as he began humping into you.

“Fuck. Baby?” You hum in response and gaze up at him from his chest. “Can you…can you…um.” Hobie clears his throat. “Play…with them?”

He sighs when you fulfill his request and gently place your thumb onto his piercings. You rub them back and forth giggling when he flinched after you flick them.

“God, I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” he moans.

Both of you stop and stare at each other. Hobie’s face is on fire and his heart is reacting. He absolutely did not mean to let that slip. But then, a wide smile spread across your face.

“No way you bought a strap.”

He did. Just for you.

You whistled when he brought it out. “You sure you can take all that?” He wasn’t amused by your teasing.

“Okay, Okay,” you laugh at his miffed expression. “I’ll be nice.”

“I’ll be extra nice.”

As excited as he was, what was about to happen became all the more nerve wracking as he watched you put it on. You were right - it was a little daunting. The most he’s ever had was his own finger.

As his thoughts persisted, he sucked in a sharp breathe when he realized he forgot the most important thing.

You looked up at him in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Lube.” He answers, curtly. “I forgot the fucking lube.”

Little did he know, such a simple dilemma didn’t phase you one bit. “Hobie,” you started, walking towards him and grabbing his hand. “We don’t need it.”

“Ngh, fuck.” Hobie found himself face first in his pillow, clenching onto the fabric as your tongue swirled around his asshole.

He wanted so badly to rub his dick on something, anything, but he just couldn’t let go. It felt so fucking good.

“P-Please…don’t stop.” He begs you, gently pushing his ass into your face. You gave his cheek a small rub.

To his dismay, you pulled away to talk to him. “But Hobie,” you start with a playful tone. “I thought you wanted to me to fuck the shit out of you.” You took your finger and played with his wet hole reveling in his shivers.

He was conflicted. He didn’t know whether to beg you to gobble him up, or beg you stretch him wider than he’s ever been.

You linger on his hole, silently asking permission for entrance. He grants it to you with a whimper and a small plead. “Please.”

He hisses as your finger penetrates him. Little by little his hole sucks it in.

“You’ve done this already, haven’t you?” You asked. He took it way too easily. “You couldn’t wait for me?”

“I’m sorry.” The apology leaves his mouth before he can even think. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Aw, it’s okay, baby.” With your middle finger inside him, you spit on his hole and stuff your index alongside it. You love the way it feels when he clenches around them.

“Shit,” he moans. He’s never felt more vulnerable. He’s over here, pre cum leaking onto the bed, panting and moaning, itching for you to give him more.

“You want another?”

“Yes, please.”

Hobie never thought he could sound so pathetic. His groans were loud and strained. “Feels so good. Fuck, babe.” When you curled your fingers inside him, he knew he was ready for the next step.

“I need more, babe.” He begs, face still smushed into the sheets. You removed your fingers from him so quickly, he whimpered. Gathering spit into your mouth, you admired his closing hole as you wet up the strap.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Hobie?” You chuckle when he eagerly nods his head.

Hobie’s heart practically pounds out of his chest as you press the head onto him. He’s comforted by your soft hands gently rubbing his cheeks letting him know that you were going to take good care of him. “Just say the word and we’ll stop, okay?”

“Mhm,” he was too eager to get started.

“Mmm,” he moans as you enter inside him. He especially loved the way you grabbed his hips to pull him closer to you.

“Everything okay?” You ask. All he can do is nod.

You keep going tightening your grip on him with every inch. Hobie’s face is completely hidden in the pillow. His nails are ripping the sheets and his teeth are tearing into his lips. The stretch burns, but it feels so fucking good.

“Ahh, fuck,” he lets out. When you’re fully seated inside him, you take a few seconds for him to adjust. You can see him clenching himself around it.

He shudders when you let some spit drop onto his hole, lubing the strap up even more. “You ready?” You ask.

“Fuck, yes.”

To say that hearing him grunt in pure ecstasy as you drilled into his ass made you all the more horny was an understatement. He sounded so sexy panting into the air, his voice breaking as he begs you to go faster.

“Unh, Unh, unh, yes,” He whines. He wanted to thank you for every thrust, every squeeze, every dirty thing that came out of your mouth.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a slut, Hobie.”

“Do you like getting fucked like this?”

“Tell me how good it feels.”

And he did. He praised you and begged for your praise in return.

“It feels so good.”

“I love it so much.”

“Please let me cum.”

At first, you didn’t answer his question. You decided to play with him a bit. So, you stopped. He whines.

“Why should I let you cum?”

“Fuck, Y/N. I’ve been taking it so well. Please, love.”

“…call me mommy.”

His heart is fit to bursting. It was humiliating to him, but he fucking loved it. His dick leaks as he subtly murmurs, “Please let me cum, mommy.”

You grow a deranged smile as you grab his hips once more, fucking him into oblivion. Hobie throws his head up and moans into the air. “Yes, yes, yes, oh my fucking God.”

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum,”

“You’ve been so good. Cum for me, Hobie.”

And he does. A string of filthy curses and “thank you’s” escape his lips as his cum shoots from his neglected dick all over his sheets. He grunts with each spurt and his hole spasms with it.

Satisfied with your work, you pull the strap out of him and take it off, ready to toss it in the bathtub to be dealt with at some other time during the day.

“You took it so well, baby,” you tell him, kissing his forehead when he falls onto his back. “We should do it again.”

Just as you try to walk away to dispose of the toy, he grabs your arm and stops you. You look back at him with a smirk thinking he wanted more which quickly drops after you see the hungry look in his eye.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He asks you.

You blink at him. “E-excuse you?”

“Tired of you thinking you can fuck me the way you do and leave.” He says. “I’m not Sakura.”

Despite the circumstances you snort. “That’s fucked up. Sasuke was doing her dirty.”

“Exactly my point.” Hobie stands up and walks you over to his desk, picking you up and sitting you back down onto it. Where he got this sudden burst of audacity is BEYOND your comprehension.

He kneels down and lifts your legs up. “I know you loved it just as much as I did. Let me reward you for fucking me so good, babe.”

“And I want you to call me Daddy.”

I-I think this gave me a mommy kink

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#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spider punk x reader #black reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk smut

[twignotstick]

Broken Brothers (and How to Fix Them)

Part 4 ❤️ | Part 1 <- 🧡 | Part 2 <- 💙| Part 3 <- 💜

Note: This story is based on @cupcakeslushie 's Empyrean Weeping au. These characters are not my own, and this story is in no way canon to the main story. I wrote this as my love letter to the story and the characters. Especially April :)

Tags: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, ROTTMNT, Raph & April, April & the Turtles, Splinter's there too, NOT MY CHARACTERS, Empyrean Weeping AU, guilt, talking it out because we're adults, basketball(???), turtle pile(!!!)

Warnings (if there's anything I should add here, tell me please!): yelling, small physical injury

Words: 3,015 (i may be insane🤪)

Summary: April was able to figure out her first brother easily. Now, she gets three more, with a couple more issues to worry about.

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When Splinter told her where Raph was, April couldn't help but want to go home. To leave. To act like she didn't know.

But that isn't what big sisters do.

So, instead, like the brave pre-teen she was, she went to the dojo. She went to the shrine, where Raph was already kneeling. She paid her respects (for as long as a hyperactive kid could) to those kids she had never met.

“Do you think I would have been a good big brother?” Raph asked, staring at the family photo in front of him. One of the only remnants he and his father had of his little brothers. 

“You are a good big brother,” April responded without hesitation. “You're still looking for them, aren't you?”

“...well, yeah…”

“Then you're being the best big brother that you can be!”

Raph rubbed his knuckles. “But, what if, when we find them, I don't know how to be a big brother? Maybe I won't want to be a big brother then…”

“You can just follow my lead!” April said, puffing out her chest. “I'm already the best big sister, aren't I?”

“Course you are!” Raph said. “But I can't do everything you can do, y’know?”

“Like what?” April asked suspiciously.

“Like…” Raph pondered. “Like putting your hair up! Raph ain't got no hair.”

“Hmm…” April rubbed her chin in thought. “True. But you don't need to do your big brother-ing exactly like I do my big sister-ing. You do Raph! Besides, who cares about hair when you do have the cutest, coolest, most spikiest shell ever in the whole world!”

The girl hopped on Raph's back, climbing on his spikes and tickling under his armpits in just the right spots, leaving both of them laughing blobs on the floor.

Raph was going to be the best big brother ever. April just knew it.

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“DONNIE! GET DOWN FROM THERE!”

“NOW I WILL BE THE BALL!”

“NO!”

“I MEANT B-BALL DON, NOT- JUST LISTEN TO RAPH!”

Mikey’s hand wandered over to April’s fries, trying to snag one without looking away from the action in front of him. April decided to help him and angled the box so he could grab one.

Donnie had somehow managed to get himself on top of the basketball hoop, with one foot hooked over the backboard, one entangled in the net, and both of his hands wrapped around the hoop itself. Both Raph and Leo were beneath him with their hands up, ready to catch him when he inevitably fell. It was amazing he hadn’t already, honestly.

“April, tell him to get down!” Raph begged, shooting the bystanders in the stands a sideways glance.

“He doesn’t listen to me,” she responded helpfully. “He’s your little brother.”

“At this point, I don’t think he knows how to get down,” Mikey added from his spot on the bleachers. “You might have to cut his foot loose.”

“What do you mean?” Donnie asked, scoffing. “I can get myself down from this contraption just fine!”

Mikey smirked, squinting his eyes. “Prove it.”

Donnie unhooked his leg from the backboard behind him and tried to jump forward, only to discover that he had, in fact, tangled his foot a little worse than expected. He yelped when all of his body weight was suddenly put onto the small space of his ankle as his body inverted. Raph and Leo rushed up to help him down, but found that they could only push him up to lessen the pressure from him dangling. 

Raph’s eyes were blown wide. “What do we- MIKEY! DO SOMETHING!”

April and Mikey both came up quickly, and Mikey clambered up Raph’s shell. He pulled a small pocket knife from his hoodie and started sawing at the net while Donnie winced and flailed. Eventually, they got him down, and April could feel the collective relief across the brothers.

Today was supposed to be an easy day. Go out to the surface, pick up some fast food, and show the boys how to properly play basketball. For the most part, it was an easy day. But of course, it couldn’t stay easy. Stupid turtle luck and all. So when Leo just happened to say the wrong thing for Donnie to misconstrue, it all fell apart.

“What were you thinking?!” Raph shouted, looking at Donnie on the ground who was massaging his irritated ankle. “You could have gotten seriously hurt! You did get seriously hurt! I warned you!”

“Chill out, Raph.” Leo tried to place himself between the two. “It's not that serious. No need to get your mask in a twist-”

“Not that serious?” Raph got up in Leo’s face. “You’re telling me it’s not that serious?! You were just as worried as I was!”

Leo pushed Raph’s plastron lightly. “Yeah, when he was dangling from a basketball net. Now he’s on the floor, and it’s fine.”

“We’re all good, bro!” Mikey sat down next to Donnie, looking at the injury himself. “Yeesh, that is not pretty, though…”

April was starting to feel like she wasn’t supposed to be here for this conversation.

“All good?!” Raph stomped on the ground, leaving a small crack on the court. “If we hadn't caught him, he could have broken his leg, or smashed his skull open! If we weren’t here, he could have just sat here, waiting for some human to find him! What happens then?!”

April tried to step forward. “Raph, you need to calm down.”

Donnie looked up with pitiful eyes. “I'm sorry, Raph, I didn't-”

“WHY DON'T YOU GUYS EVER LISTEN TO ME?!”

Raph threw his hands up, only to freeze when he looked down.

Mikey had his hand firmly in his hoodie pocket, ready to take out his pocket knife again. Leo had readied himself into a defensive position, one he had practiced many times in the dojo. Donnie held his arms braced in front of his face, neck turned away, ready for impact.

Donnie's eyes were clenched shut, but Mikey and Leo kept theirs trained on the threat.

The threat.

The threat.

Raph's breath got shaky, and he stepped back slowly. His eyes kept darting across the brothers beneath him. He picked up his pace and hurried out of the basketball court, walking with purpose down the sidewalk under the New York moonlight.

April walked up next to the boys on the ground. Leo looked at her, with despair and guilt in his eyes. “April, we didn't…”

“I'll find him,” she promised. “You boys just stay here, alright? If anybody walks by, put your hoods up. Sound good?”

The brothers nodded solemnly, and April hurried to catch up with the eldest. 

The New York streets were, thankfully, empty due to how late it was. The only lights showing now were the light of the moon, the stars, and the streetlights. The air felt thick, but April couldn’t tell if that was because it was humid or because of the nervousness she felt. April was able to see the large form of the snapper quickly moving down the sidewalk. She jogged to catch up, only for Raph to turn and start scaling a nearby apartment building.

The turtle got up to the roof quickly because of course he did, he's been training as a ninja his whole life. April sighed and strained her neck up to where he had vanished. “You know I'm not good at this stuff, right?!” She called up, not expecting a response. Sighing in defeat, she moved toward the fire escape.

She scaled up, having to toss herself up when she reached the top level, and hefted up onto the roof. After recollecting her breath, she looked up to see Raph curled in a ball in the far corner of the rooftop. His arms were wrapped around his legs, knees held close to his chest. He had his beak stuffed down, hiding his face, with the hood of his hoodie haphazardly covering his neck and the back of his head.

April settled down silently next to him.

His breaths were deep, but they had a relatively normal pace. April wasn't worried about that. She was beginning to worry about how deeply he was shoving his face down. She rested a hand on his arm softly, ready to pull away if she needed.

“...did you see their faces?”

April almost missed the whisper. “Raph?”

“Their faces, April,” Raph sighed, lifting his face to reveal his reddened eyes. “There was so much fear in their faces. They… they were scared, April. They were scared of me.”

He choked back a sob. “They were scared of me, April! They thought I was gonna hurt them! Little brothers don't get scared of big brothers! Big brothers are supposed to keep their little brothers safe!”

He placed his chin on his knees, looking blankly into the air. “Raph ain't no big brother. I just… ain't built for it. They deserve more than what they got.”

April put a hand on the side of Raph's face, making sure he was looking at her. “Do you want a hug, big man?”

Without hesitation, Raph wrapped his bulky arms around April's much smaller body. April knew he was holding back, but the squeeze around her core was still strong. She didn't mind.

Over her shoulder, she heard the whimpering voice of her little brother say, “...why can't I do this?”

April rubbed the turtle's spiky shell through the hoodie he was wearing. The spikes were threatening to poke through the fabric. “You're still learning how to be a big brother. Just like they're learning how to be little brothers.”

“If I had done something, maybe they… m-maybe they wouldn't have gotten hurt. I-if I'd stepped up as a big brother, maybe none of this…”

Raph's breath hitched as his tears started to fall.

“...you're not talking about the hoop anymore… are you?”

Raph squeezed her tighter, rubbing his face on her shoulder.

“None of that was your fault, Raphael. You were a kid.”

“I was supposed to protect them, April!”

“Maybe you were. Maybe that's what you should have done, and you didn't. But you can't change that now.”

Raph leaned back, and April wiped a tear from his face. Only one; she didn't dare wipe them all. He needed this.

“You can't beat yourself up because of things you didn't do. That's not what big brothers do.” April lifted his chin, just a bit. “What big brothers do is help get through the aftermath. You have to be there for your little brothers when they need you. And sometimes, they have to learn things the hard way. It's your job to make sure they truly learn, and heal.”

Raph leaned into April's palm. “I don't know if I'm all cut out for being a big brother anymore, Apes.”

April huffed through her nose. “Well, that's too bad.”

“What?”

“You don't get a choice no more, Raphie. You wanted to be their big brother. Now they need their big brother. So either you leave your baby brothers without a big brother to take care of them, or you tough it out and make them feel loved.” April lightly punched Raph's shoulder. “I didn't put all this effort in for nothing, either. I'm trying to be a big sister too. And with brothers like yours, it ain't easy.”

“Mikey's easy,” Raph laughed.

“Sometimes, maybe, but other times, he's a perfectionist and a doormat! And Leo's always got a stick up his butt, and don't even get me started on Donnie!”

“Hey!” Raph shoved April's shoulder back. “Don't be talking about my little brothers that way.”

“And there's that big brother.” April smiled, patting his arm. “It's like you don't even have to try.”

“Well,” Raph said, grabbing April's hand to hold, “I learned from the best.”

April's chest puffed proudly, and she pulled Raph in for one more hug.

The sweet moment was interrupted by April's ringtone coming from her back pocket. She pulled her phone out and answered Mikey's call.

“Hello?”

“Hey April! Did you find Raph?”

April looked at Raph in front of her, then back at her phone. “Yeah, I found him.”

“Sweet! Well, uh, we were going to just head back to the lair, and you guys can meet us there? I think there's a Lou Jitsu movie, a bowl of ice cream, and a turtle pile with Raph's name on it. If he wants it, of course! And I think I can convince Pops to get in on it too…”

Raph met April's eyes, then inched closer to speak into the phone himself.

“I'll hold you to that, big man.”

Mikey immediately cheered up on the other end of the phone at the sound of his big brother's voice, and April handed Raph the phone so they could talk. She sat back and watched Raph apologize to Mikey, all while smiling and promising the biggest hugs he could possibly give.

He had grown so much. Physically, that was obvious. But ever since his little brothers came back into his life, April had seen Raph grow as a person. He was better for it. He was stronger for it. Because now, he had something to protect.

Raph was going to be the best big brother ever. April just knew it.

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Apologies were given, ice cream was eaten, and Lou Jitsu movies were watched. The four brothers were left sleeping in a pile of limbs and bean bags, and it was the happiest sight April had seen in months. Raph at the base, with his arms wrapped around Donnie and Leo at his sides, and Mikey tucked into a ball on Raph's plastron. Each of them, just a picture of bliss.

Splinter had gotten up to make tea, which he had done quite easily with his ninja dexterity. April, on the other hand, had struggled for a full 3 minutes to get out from her wedge between Leo and Raph without waking them. It was worth it, anyhow. Even if just to see the brothers like this. (And to talk with Splinter, but the boys being cute took priority.)

The rat filled his absurdly skull shaped kettle with water and began boiling it. He turned around to see April and smiled. “Would you like a cup?” he asked softly.

“Sure!” April affirmed. “I'd love that.”

The tea brewed, and the two enjoyed each other's company in silence. April had never felt quite as close to an adult other than her parents as she did with Splinter. And sure, he was a giant rat man who often did strange things like singing to get his back popped into place and bragging about how hot he was in his past, but he was one of the kindest people April knew. Human or not. And coolest, of course. He was a ninja warrior, what did you expect?

Once their cups were filled, they returned to the living room. April sat on Splinter's couch, while Splinter himself stood to the side. Both looked at the slumbering turtles as they sipped their tea.

“Thank you.”

April looked down at Splinter, whose eyes were filled with pride. “Me? Why?”

“They would have never been like this without your help. Usagi's and Cassandra's as well, but especially yours. It is because of you that they can be so peaceful like this.”

“A rare sight,” April snickered.

“Yes,” Splinter agreed wistfully. “When you have four teenage boys, you learn to appreciate moments like this.”

April looked fondly at the rat, then at the boys, with a strange fullness in her chest. A familial feeling. One growing stronger by the day.

“You have done more than help them,” Splinter continued. “You have encouraged me to come into my role as their father. You have reminded me, time and time again, that I am their father, and I must act as such.”

“‘Reminded’?” April teased. “You don't need reminding. You're, like, the best dad ever. No offense to my actual dad.”

Splinter laughed, a smaller version of that hearty, old man laugh he had. Quiet enough not to disturb his sons.

“I'm serious! You should get some sorta reward for this. Maybe a plaque- ‘World's Best Father Who Got Turned into a Giant Rat and Accidentally Got Four Impromptu Turtle Sons’.”

“Oh, April.” Splinter placed his small hand on April's arm, looking over at his sons with shining eyes. “I have my reward.”

April fought laughter at the cheesy remark, but she kept silent. The rat put his empty cup down and climbed back into the turtle pile, carefully nestling back into the perfectly sized space between Raph's plastron and Mikey's. Even in his sleep, Mikey's arm instinctively curled around his father.

April suddenly felt a wave of fulfillment in her core. A feeling that told her she had done something right. That she had truly made a positive impact on something.

And maybe that something was a family of mutants. Four boys forced to grow up too soon and a father with haunting memories in his mind.

They weren't perfect. They never would be. Not with the hand they got. But, even so, they were trying. They were improving. That was all April could ask of them.

Some things would never be fixed. In certain ways, her brothers would always be broken.

They just needed someone to help carry them when they shattered. 

April finished her tea, placed her cup next to Splinter’s, then stepped as quietly as she could to return to her place in the pile. Donnie scrunched up and rubbed his face at the disturbance, but fortunately didn't wake. When he calmed back down, he placed his cheek on the crest of Mikey's shell contentedly, drooling just a bit.

As April settled back in, Leo rubbed his face in her hair. Raph churred softly at the feeling of pressure returning to his chest. All of the mutants let out a calm breath as their bundle became complete once more.

She was always happy to pick up the broken pieces, especially if they brought her warmth like this.

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Behold, the finale. 8,776 words total. I had to rewrite some parts of this a couple times to get it right. Originally, I was just going to end it with Raph agreeing to go home, but that didn't feel like a proper way to wrap up this whole story. And with the lack of Splinter throughout, I figured that last scene would be the perfect way to wrap it up. 🐀

Shout out to @cupcakeslushie again. The EW comic was actually the thing that finally made me get a tumblr account instead of watching from the sidelines. Now I get to enjoy one of the coolest communities ever, thanks to that. Thank you, slushie <3

(also, i may or may not have something for venus in the works,,👀🩵)

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I DO LOVE THE ANGST!! I think the right amount if perfect!!

Can #8 be Jungkook genuinely realizing he was rude and knocked down a few pegs yunno?

I seriously want to Make HIM the one wrapped around her little finger. Yunno? She fell first but he fell harder? Cuz he’s so goddamn cocky and big headed 🤪🤪🤪 love your Drabble series!

lets see wot i can do 😁😁

warnings: angst (mentions of sa) …sorry for putting y’all thru that! don’t hunt me down with fire torches and pitch forks for the ending!!!! can’t wait to see how it goes!!

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #8

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it’s been a few days since the clubbing incident and you haven’t been responding to anyone

you’d gotten a text from an unknown number that introduced themselves as yoongi and said that he got your number from taehyung to ask where you were

and why you had left so suddenly

you’ve been in bed all weekend, looking a mess

you weren’t responding to anyone and tae had started begging to just let him know that you were safe

and you texted him that you were home and just wanted to be alone

and now you’re by yourself

why

and how

did you ever let that punk get to you like this

get serious!!!

his words should mean nothing to you!!!

and you put him in his place!!

you definitely made your feelings towards him CLEAR

but you’ll also never forget the way he looked at you

instant regret settled on his features

toward the end of your harsh rant, his teeth were anxiously nibbling in his bottom lip you were surprised he didn’t end up bleeding

seeing him so stressed and anxious was so different to his usual stoic and cocky self

not to mention–

knock knock knock knock knock

who the fawk is knocking at your door at 9pm on a sunday

man

what’s going on

you slowly get up and make your way to your front door, cracking it open and peeking with one eye

“you had me worried, y/n.” taehyung’s voice is lathered in genuineness

you sigh and open the door for him, allowing him to pull you into a tight hug

“what happened? i assumed the worst happened to you in that club. one minute you were dancing with yoongi and then you were gone and i don’t hear from you at all.”

he sways with you from left to right, soothingly rubbing your back

you blink back your tears and just inhale his familiar scent

he smells like musk and cookies

you love his scent

:(

“you didn’t get–” he pauses, “like no one tried to–” he pauses again, “like did someone–”

huh

oh

okay

you realize he’s trying to ask you if you’d gotten sexually harassed or assaulted

“no, tae. nothing of the sort.” you pull back and look up at him, rubbing his chest

he visibly relaxes and brings his hand up to your face, rubbing out the scrunch between your brows

“then what happened, babe?”

you quietly sigh and shake your head in dismissal. “nothing. i felt sick. went home. been in bed for 2 days.”

“but why didn’t you answer my texts? or yoongi’s? we were seriously worried, y/n.”

sigh

“i’m sorry.” you flick his forehead and it allows you to escape his embrace

he follows you to your living room and jumps onto your couch

“don’t jump on my furniture!!!!”

he ignores you and reaches for your remote before turning the tv on.

“you got any snacks?” he asks you, feet up on the table

annoying little fuck

you kick his feet off your table. “not for you.”

he whines loudly but then sits up right and glances at you. “so, we wanna go on a camping trip and we’re wondering… if you’d wanna join?”

you look at him as you sit down next to him, snatching the remote out of his hand. “and who is we?”

he chuckles, “i don’t have a whole lot of friends, y/n.”

“taehyung, you literally say ‘hey, what’s up’ about 30 times a minute when we’re walking on campus.”

“acquaintances aren’t friends!”

well, he’s right

hmm

well

but … he is tae’s friend

“so, your usual friend group?”

“yep.”

ughhh you want to ask him directly

“i’d be the only woman there?”

he shrugs his shoulders. “does that bother you? if it does, you can ask one of your own friends to tag along. like eunbi.”

record scratch

should you ask eunbi?

the chance of that man [horror music] coming with you is low, he’s a homebody

and you don’t wanna ask tae if he’s coming because that would be weird

he’d ask you why you’re interested in that FUCKBOY joining you or not

it’s best not to ask eunbi at all

just to avoid drama

right?

“when do y’all wanna go?”

he looks like he’s contemplating something for a moment before responding with, “next week friday right after class since everyone only has morning classes.”

okay makes sense

“okay and how do y’all wanna go?”

all the others have graduated but most of you don’t have vehicles

“by train. seokjin is the only one that’ll go by car because he actually has one. and then we’ll have a car there for if we need to buy something or for emergencies.”

oh

they’ve thought this through

hm

“i hate bugs, though.”

he chuckles, “i will protect you.”

“make that yoongi and we have a deal.”

he laughs loudly, “okay then, yoongi will protect you.”

“will i be sharing my tent with him?” you quip while batting your eyelashes at him innocently

“calm it down, you minx.”

you both laugh for a few more moments, talking more about the place and camping itself

“so, you in?” tae asks with all the stars present in his eyes

how can you say no to that?

hmmm

you could use some time to relax

“alright, sure.”

and that’s how you find yourself fidgeting with the handle of your suitcase that next friday

standing in front of the train

taehyung, yoongi, jimin and hoseok are loading their suitcases onto the train

2 female friends of hoseok and taehyung have joined, by the names of hyunjoo and isabella

seeing another foreigner like isabella here already made it easy to get along with her

hyunjoo is also really sweet but she’s rather quiet

joon joined seokjin in the car so he didn’t have to drive that long on his own

you’ve got the biggest suitcase of everyone so you’re being helped last

jerks.

the guys are busy with hyunjoo and isabella’s baggage now

you rub your face, collecting some of the sweat that had started forming on your skin

you didn’t think it was going to be this hot tbh?

hoseok said something about there being like a bathhouse 20 mins away from where you will be camping so

sweat shouldn’t be that big of a problem, you’ll just make sure to visit that bathhouse daily

you also brought like extra sleeping bags because you wanna bury yourself basically

you know you’ll be freezing at night like always

what else did you pack?

just as you mindlessly reach for your suitcase again, you’re met with air

your hand continues to grab at air

until you realize

your suitcase is gone

wait

YOUR SUITCASE IS GONE

WHAT THE HELL

you turn around and see someone with your suitcase in hand

but

tae,, yoongi, jimin and hoseok are … all the way over there?

oh

ah

right

okay

your penny has just dropped and so did your heart. STRAIGHT into your ass.

why

is

he

here

???

://

you reach for the handle of your suitcase to snatch it out of his grasp

but he doesn’t let you as he pulls it out of your reach

“just let me help you.” jungkook’s voice reaches your ears but he doesn’t even look at you as he continues to carry your suitcase and loading it into the train

he sounds

different

that usual confidence and arrogance he carries himself with is gone

it’s kinda like the same jungkook you’ve always known and not the jungkook you’ve had the displeasure of interacting with these past few weeks

is this his way of being apologetic?

narcissism at it’s finest

everyone starts filing into the train but yoongi is waiting by the door

you walk up to him and he motions for you to get in first

you sigh quietly and smile at him as you walk onto the train

he follows right behind you and places his hand on your back as you walk further into the train

you see jungkook all the way at the front, all the way at the left against the window, wearing his headset but the only two seats that are free are the ones .. right … in front of him

you’ve pretended jk isn’t here pretty well until you make it all the way to your seat and make eye contact with him

he glances at you, teeth sunk into his bottom lip

just as he parts his lips to say something to you

you take your seat right in front of him and yoongi sits down right next to you, directly facing jungkook

ur right across from him

like… your feet and knees are almost touching each other

the look on jungkook’s face had softened for that split second with an apologetic glint in his eyes

but ur not gonna let him mess with your head, not on this 3 hour trip

yoongi leans over to you and whispers these next few words into your ears, “i haven’t seen you since that club, how you been?”

your shoulder gently jerks at his breath hitting your neck and yoongi chuckles at that

you can’t help it

you try not to you really try not to

you glance at jungkook and he’s staring straight at you

the way he’s staring straight at you, teeth anxiously nibbling and picking at his lip rings, showers your entire body in lava

you quickly avert your gaze and you turn your head to say, “i just felt sick. must’ve been the alcohol,” to yoongi

he nods and pulls out his phone. he connects his earbuds to it and offers you one of the earbuds

omg

wait why is this so cute

you feel like ur back in high school

a small smile creeps on your lips as you accept it and put it into your own ear

you notice jungkook’s leg bouncing up and down in anxiety

you drop your head onto yoongi’s shoulder and throw your leg over the other before closing your eyes

just act like he’s not right in front of you

you’re just here with friends

and your head is on yoongi’s shoulder

plus he’s sharing his music with you!!!

that’s a big thing!!!!!!!!

and you allow yourself to zone out <3

you stir and realize you’re being woken up by a soft hand shaking your knee

you hear your name quietly being called

you open your eyes and see big black eyes staring down at you

“we’re here.” jungkook’s soft voice reaches you like liquid gold being ladled into your ears by angels

you blink a couple times and realize you’re still wearing yoongi’s earbud

you look to your side and notice yoongi is gone

“he went to the restroom,” jungkook replies quietly

you don’t respond as you collect yourself and slowly gather your stuff

jungkook quietly does the same but is constantly glancing at you

when you move to step out of the seating area, he gently taps your shoulder

you look over your shoulder at him, still not a single word on your lips for him

“can we talk?” he asks quietly, dropping his hand after catching your attention

uh uhh.. ur not gonna let him ruin your trip

you are NOT

you cried for 2 days in your fucking bed over a geeky junior. ur never allowing that again

“what is there left to talk about?” the words leave you in a harsh tone and if anyone was around that didn’t know the situation, they’d paint you out as the villain

but they don’t get it

they don’t know what it was like when he tore you down

“i think we should talk about the misunderstand–”

“misunderstanding?” you echo in disbelief before letting out a humorless chuckle.

you continue, “there is no misunderstanding, jungkook. i think i made myself pretty fucking clear that night. and so did you.”

he doesn’t give up, though. “please?”

you sigh quietly and glance up at him, all the painful words he said to you still clouding your mind

attention-seeking

tryhard

no one likes that about you

does he even deserve to talk it out?

to be continued

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OM bros go thrifting AKA being menaces at a store 🤪

Disclaimer: I work at a thrift store lol

LUCIFER 💙

the guy who stands (menacingly) behind the person stocking shelves

and just stares unendingly at the merch like he's at the national museum

I feel like he doesn't really need anything and is just there to chaperone

definitely the parent trying to wrangle his brothers as they run off into the thrifty wilderness

"Attention shoppers, would Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie please come to the front of the store your brother is looking for you."

MAMMON 💛

has cornered some poor employee and is trying to haggle a $6 jacket to like $2

sneakily swaps price tags of items for cheaper ones and thinks no one will notice that this handbag is tagged as 'mens pants' now????

has definitely pocketed some jewellery, got caught, kicked out of the store and is now suffering the wrath of Luci 😂

for the rest of the trip is probably tied up and hanging upside down from the store's sign outside

LEVI 🧡

I feel like he'd be actively trying to avoid people because it gets REALLY busy sometimes and is just running into random aisles to hide

he'd definitely be looking for cosplay materials though

probably found a rare sucre frenzy hoodie by chance and screamed soooo loud in excitement

you know the scream it's the "WOOOOooooOOOOooohhhhhh!!!"

SATAN 💚

has squatted in the books section and now just lives there

probably read half a shelf before they have to go drag him outta there

if there's a 'buy 4 books get 1 free' sale congratulations your cart is now full of books

While passing by the toys section found a giant cat plushie (think HUGE pusheen) and now it's coming home with him

ASMO 💗

okay so you might think he's too fancy or into just high end stuff to go thrifting but I think once he finds stuff he likes he gets really into it

has been in front of a mirror for several hours trying on clothes and taking selfies

the clothing racks around him are just COVERED in clothes he's tried on

found sparkly pink 8 inch heels in the shoe section that he MUST have

BEEL 💖

delegated to shopping cart pusher

since there's no food he brings his own snacks

probably leaves behind wrappers (but maybe not on purpose) but tries his best to pick up his garbage

maybe spilled a drink somewhere and feels really guilty about it (though whether it's guilt for the person who has to clean it up OR guilt for wasting the drink??)

do not take him during Halloween season he might eat the costumes that look like food lol

BELPHIE 💜

has fallen asleep in the rack full of pillows/cushions (someone please get him out)

either that or he has found his way to the furniture department and is passed out on a coffee table (someone please get him off)

is finally put in the shopping cart like the baby he is but is taking up the whole cart so he's just being buried in stuff/clothes while he sleeps

BONUS DIA, BARB, AND PURGATORY BOIS 💘

Barb and Luke are in the kitchenwares looking at the novelty baking supplies

Simeon being the angel that he is is picking up dropped/misplaced items and is putting them back where they belong 😭 (I feel like Luke would do this too)

Solomon is trying to take advantage of 'seniors day' to get a discount but no one believes he's over 60 lol

Dia is trying on a pair of dad shorts and he looks 🔥 in them

"Attention shoppers, would Diavolo please come to the front of the store your butler is looking for you."

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #kurusintrusivethoughts

[harrytheehottie]

THE FIVE TIMES YOU KNEW LOVE ON TOUR SCRAPBOOK

thank you for creating this fun challenge @harrystylesgotmefuckedup and to @oh-honey-styles for tagging me <3

1) Which tour stop was your favorite?

London is always the best because it’s home. I also loved Tokyo, Harry went there a few years back and always talked about it and it was sweet to see the city from the POV of someone who loves it so much. We had a few days off before and after the shows so we were able to play tourists which is always fun. 

2) Tour fits! Which was your number one?

Hmmmm… this is hard but the last Wembley show. Heart overalls with no shirt. Delicious.

3) Harry's performed numerous covers on tour. If you had to choose, which has been his best for you? Which song would be a dream cover?

Hopelessly Devoted. I tried to get him to do Summer Lovin’ or really lean into the Danny Zucko of it all and go full Grease Lightin' but luckily for me - I still got what I wanted just a little bit after the show.

4) Lucky you, you've got access to any piece of Harry's merch you'd like. What are you choosing?

Our custom gazelles. That was my idea! It started with the custom final show shirts from the 2018 tour and now every end of tour run he comes up with something unique to give to all the band and crew.

5) Choose your favorite bathroom sign from Love on Tour

Kiwee. I still use it to this day!

6) Which opening act has been your favorite?

Wolf Alice! That was a special request from me - I showed Harry their music back in 2016. If I had a choice they’d be the openers from the very start.

7) You can add any of Harry's songs to the set list from any of his past albums. Which one?

Ever Since New York. You should've seen my reaction when he played it on NYC Night 15. He didn't give me any heads up. I was floored.

8) What are your very own essentials for being away from home on tour?

My work computer and film camera.

9) What's Harry like on tour? Any memorable moments, favorite crowd interactions?

I've been lucky enough to be with Harry through every tour in his career even through the tail end of the band. And I can honestly say this is the most relaxed I have ever seen him on a tour. He has his schedule down to a science. He wakes up in the morning after letting himself have a 'lie-in' (usually is up by 9 which to me is not a lie in but for a man who usually wakes up at 6 it is) we have breakfast together always. It’s a must. And then he’s off to the arena by mid-day while I work but I always make sure to get to the arena early so we can watch the opener together. And then I give him his space to do his ~rituals~ and watch the show from the back or the bleachers. One fun fact that not many would know is as soon as he gets out of a show and back to the hotel or home it’s straight to the treadmill to perform the show through one more time. So it’s a good 90 minutes before he’s in bed again. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

10) In honor of Harry's 30th birthday: Harry played at Acrisure Arena in Thousand Palms, CA on his 29th birthday. Aside from the show, how did the two of you celebrate?

This was nice because I didn’t have to actually plan the party! We had an afters at the arena filled with lots of cake from Hansen’s. We snuck into the golf course at the Madison once we got back to where we were staying - a very drunk yet memorable decision.

this was so fun ❤️ im going to upload more of this story but it’s nice to just see them through the years this way as well. tagging @didhewinkback @for-fucks-sake-h @gucciwins @andwhenshesays @harry-on-broadway @hslllot 🤪 and honestly anyone who writes and want to do one of these !!!!

#tftyk #love on your scrapbook #this was so fun M! and thank you for tagging me Anne 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 #please do this it’s fun 😇

[sydsaint]

"Scissor me, Daddy Ass" ✂️✂️🤪🤪✂️✂️

Summary: The reader is Billy Gunn's kid watching Caster and Bowens finally win the tag titles.

AEW GrandSlam is off to a banger of a start, the backstage area buzzing with life and excitement. You type away at your phone from your spot leaning against the wall, answering a text from your brother when the phone is snatched from your hand.

"Who you talking to, shortie?" Max Caster grins at you, your phone clutched in his hand.

"Hey!" You whine. "Max! Give it back." You reach for your phone only to have it pulled out of your reach. "Come on!"

Caster laughs and holds your phone above his head. "I might give it back for a kiss." He suggests with a sly grin. "Or I could just keep it." He shrugs.

"Come on, Max." You whine again. "Give it back you fool." You stomp your foot.

"Awe, it's like watching an angry kitten." Caster laughs. "Am I gonna get that kiss now?" He asks you with a suggestive wink.

You glare at Caster and his tag partner comes sauntering up with your dad at his side. Bowen's surveys the situation and laughs as you reach on your toes for your phone.

"You mind as well give it up, Y/N. You ain't getting that thing back until Caster gets what he wants." He informs you with a laugh.

"Exactly!" Max agrees. "Come on, Y/N. One kiss for good luck." He taps his cheek with his free hand.

You groan and turn to Billy for answers, hoping that your father will come to your rescue. Billy shrugs and pulls out his phone to occupy himself for the time being.

Left with no other choice you roll your eyes and motion for Caster to lean down to your level. "Fine, get down here." You grumble.

Caster grins and leans down to your level and you kiss his cheek gently before motioning for your phone. "Thank you, gorgeous!" Caster grins and pulls you into his side. "See Bowens, now we can't lose." He laughs.

You roll your eyes with a smile cracking on your face and Max hands your phone back to you. He walks over to Billy and you check your messages for anything new. Bowen's walks over to your side and pats your shoulder.

"Sorry about him. You know he means well, right?" He apologizes for Caster's behavior.

"It's alright, Anthony." You shrug with an assuring smile. "Max is a dork. It's actually kind of cute." You shrug and glance at Caster now talking to Billy. "Are you looking for a lucky kiss on the cheek too?" You tease him with a small laugh.

Bowen's laughs and shakes his head. "Nah, I'm good. I got one earlier from my own lucky charm." He waves his hand dismissively.

"Your loss." You tease him with a giggle. "But seriously, Anthony. Good luck out there, man. You and Max, both." You pat his shoulder.

Bowen's nods before he and Caster head out for their title match against Swerve Strickland and Keith Lee. You hang back with Billy and watch the match from backstage.

"Y/N." Billy catches your attention when he notices you biting your nails during the match.

"Hmm? Yeah, dad?" You glance at him briefly.

Billy looks down at you while he takes a second to collect his thoughts. "You really like Caster, don't you?" He asks you.

"Caster? Yeah! I like him and Bowens both. You know that." You nod, eyes fixed on the monitor in front of you.

"That's not exactly what I meant," Billy replies, scratching the back of his neck. "I mean, you really like him. Right?" He asks again with more emphasis on 'really.'

You take your eyes off of the monitor and look up at your dad, getting what he's trying to articulate to you this time. "You mean do I want to date him?" You ask. "I mean...I guess that I wouldn't be opposed to it. Why? Did he say something to you?"

"No." Billy shakes his head. "But I can tell that the kids got a real thing for you, sweetie." He informs you. "And if I'm being honest I think that you two would make a cute couple." He admits.

"Yeah?" You reply, the idea of you finally giving Max a real chance, swimming around in your head. "Hmm..."

You turn your attention back to the monitor just in time to see Max and Anthony pull off the win. An ecstatic look dawns on your face and you cheer as they are handed the title belts.

A few minutes later the new champs come through the tunnel and walk over to you and Billy. A feeling of excited mess and newfound attraction to Caster wills you forward and you meet Max halfway.

"You did it!" You shout with glee and rush to hug Caster.

"I knew that kiss on the cheek would do the trick." Caster jokes, putting an arm around you for a hug.

You giggle and feel a rush of adrenaline hit you. "Well, why don't you lean down here and collect a victory kiss as well then?" You ask him with a grin.

A small look of surprise crosses Max's face, but he leans down to your level anyway. You hook your arms around the back of his neck and kiss him hard. A reward for all his hard work.

"Hell yeah! Get some, Max!" Bowen's cheers from his spot next to Billy.

"I knew it was just a matter of time." Billy chuckles. "Those two are good for one another." He nods his head approvingly.

"I couldn't have said it better, myself." Bowens agrees.

#aew #aew dynamite #aew dark #wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew elevation #aew imagine #all elite wrestling #aew wrestling #max caster #anthony bowens #the acclaimed #scissor me daddy ass #billy gunn #✂️

[brutal-nemesis]

Yeehaw we gettin tagged by @whump-me​ (tyyyy) and posting 7 snippets from our writing (or wips but i am a wipless bastard atm 🤪) and i have decided to do some Silly Castys Moments (and also some Erebus stuff ig 🙄)

Warning for some gore probably it’s Nemi writing so yk but I’ll try to keep the really bad stuff outta here (there also some armputation and guy going crazy and starving to death over and over you know the drill)

1. Local silly guy does in fact regret it very much

“I don’t really want you, per se, but a certain…friend of yours.” Castys stiffened, and he heard a faint laugh. “I think you know who I’m talking about.”

“I really don’t. I’ve got a lot of friends, you know, and-” something slammed into the metal above him, cutting him off.

“Don’t play dumb with me; you know exactly who I’m talking about, and you’d better tell me where I can find him or I’ll make you regret it.”

“Please, do your worst. I already regret so many damn things so I don’t think another one on the pile will do much to me, to be honest,” Castys mused, wiggling against his bonds slightly.

2. The worst fmk in existence gets you stabbed

“Hey, guys, fuck, marry, kill for rice, pasta, and bread, go. I think for me, I gotta say fuck bread, marry rice, kill pasta. Don’t get me wrong, I love some noodles, some noods, but, like, man. Have you ever just, like, had some bread? Insane. I would fuck bread. I don’t wanna fuck anything, but boy I would fuck the bread. And rice, man, she’s so dependable, she’s always there for you. What I would want in a spouse if I wanted anything in a spouse. This game wasn’t really designed for me, and yet, here I am. So, c’mon, what’s it from you two? You’ve gotta have-Hey, Danny boy, got an opinion you’d like to share?” Castys smiled up at the man now standing in front of him.

Daniel rolled his eyes before putting his asshole face back on. “Just do something useful for once and hold this for me, vermin,” he said with a smile, lifting Castys’s shirt and gently sliding the knife he was holding into his abdomen. Castys just sighed, way too used to being stabbed to really care much about this.

3. Ripping your arm off but it’s a Phineas and Ferb reference (this one is probably the most gory of all the snippets fyi but it’s not too bad)

Sensing his chance, Castys grabbed the manacled wrist of his shredded arm with his good hand, bit down on the gag, and pulled. He couldn’t give up, couldn’t stop, not after enduring this much, he could feel his flesh tearing, sending out sparks of agony unlike anything he’d ever known, and he had to keep pulling, pulling and jerking and tearing and twisting and praying, praying that he could rip it off before he drowned again, which, hey, kind of a weird thing to want, not that he hadn’t had to amputate his own limbs before, but weird that it was happening again, and honestly, this hurt way more than the other times, but wasn’t that always the case-and fuck there was no way he was going to be able to just snap his bones like this, and he needed it to be completely severed, and there was no time, wedge it against the rocks and pull pull pull until there was a snap and a burst of unholy agony, so intense it almost smothered the relief, so fierce it made him forget he was drowning up until the moment his oxygen-starved brain lost consciousness.

4. Lmaoooo bitches trapped in a cell for like 200 years

Every three days. Thirst. Weakness. Dizziness. Death. Was it three days? Is that how long you could last without water? He tried to count, but the numbers got lost in the haze all too easily. There was no way to mark the stone, to keep track outside of his head, the blood wasn’t being washed off him anymore. He had nothing, nothing at all, just here and himself and the unyielding stone. The square of sunlight would move across the cell, the only motion to break the constancy of everything else. It was the same day repeated over and over and over and over and over and it was the same just the same nothing ever changed, ever, ever, it was the same-

Something wasn’t the same. The leather muzzle that had kept him silent for so long had been slowly rotting, and it finally fell off. For a moment he simply stared at it lying there on the ground, broken, dying, fading away. He opened his mouth for the first time in decades. And he screamed, because that thing got to rot away and disappear and he wouldn’t, he would always be here, hungry and thirsty and alone and trapped and alive and it wasn’t fair, not at all, and he screamed because it had been so long since he was able, he cried because it was all he could do.

5. Erebus’s iconic sit down protest ✨ (it does not accomplish anything in the end)

“You are coming with me. As of today you are my property, so you will do as I say. Resistance will only make things more difficult for you. So you will walk, or you will be dragged. Your choice.” Erebus initially felt a bolt of fear shoot through him, but looking down at her scrawny frame, he realized that she likely couldn’t carry out her threat.

Dragged? He’d like to see her try.

Erebus sat down on the ground and looked expectantly up at Neteri, one eyebrow raised. She huffed and narrowed her eyes. Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she tugged on the chain as hard as she could, but it did little more than make him lean forward. She sighed. “Okay, you have a point there.”

6. More Erebus and Neteri shenanigans because she’s right he’s being a drama queen

“You can’t just do that! That’s-you can’t just amputate my arm!”

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d freak out.”

“Of-of course I’m freaking out! You want to cut off one of my limbs, for Drottkia’s sake!”

“I mean, yeah, but I’m going to give you a new one right away. So at the end of the day you’ll have the same number of arms you started with. It’s honestly not worth getting that worked up about.”

7. New phobia alert!! (warning for centipede on guy)

He felt it, it was on him, dozens of little legs pitter-pattering across his skin, crawling on him. “G-get it off. Neteri, please, please get it off.” It tickled the back of his neck, around the base of the section of skin she’d replaced. “What’s it doing Neteri plea-” she clamped a hand over his mouth, her thumb rubbing against his cheek as he whimpered.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay Erebus. I’m just seeing if it can connect to you, I promise I’ll take it off when I’m done.” Connect to him?! What-what did that mean-oh it had stopped crawling around it was just sitting there it was on his back what was it going to do to him what did connecting mean was it-Erebus felt a momentary pinch at the base of his neck, and suddenly his limbs starting moving, wriggling in the restraints all on their own. Neteri removed her hand from his mouth and looked down at him expectantly, her other hand still gripping his tightly even as his fingers twitched uncontrollably. “Are you doing that?”

“N-no I-I’m not moving I’m not doing that why are they doing that I can’t stop it is it doing that to me make it stop make it let go please-” Tears were streaming from Erebus’s eyes but he didn’t care he just wanted that thing off he wanted it gone he wanted control of his own body back he’d always had that even when he was tied up and strapped down he’d always had that-

And there we go hope that either a fun time on memory lane or at least made you laugh a little

Taggin uhhhh @galaxywhump @yet-another-heathen and @painsandconfusion (mainly because i know you will want to read the Castys content 💕)

#most people be sharing like real nice whump #and here i am with mostly sillies #some whump in there but yk #alright lets see what are my vibes for each thing #first one we got castys being a little silly and sassy i like how that slowly leaves him as the torture goes on in this one :) #writing that FMK was PAINFUL y'all i swear we all appreciate daniel stabbing castys's dumb ass #3rd one i just love that whole thing i'd been wanting to write the mega drowning piece for a while and it just came out real fun (❁´◡`❁) #last castys one at 4 he goes fucking NUTS lmao that whole thing is special to me im really proud of it #there are some descriptions im really proud of but the actual actions that are being implied are. uh. they're bad. so i left them out of thi #one letter too long huh. put an s at the end of that tag ty <333 #okay onto E&T shit look at erebus go sitting down like that's going to do anything. like yes you're a foot taller than her #but also. she is not the only one keeping you captive. idiot boy get fucked #armputation is fun and silly for all ages and he gets a new arm so whatever baby nothing lost!!!! #and lastly the envy demon shenanigans ✨ i just like how much he freaks out it's so festive #gold star if you read all of that and also my tags probably go eat bread or something dawg

[cyanide-e-pistachio]

WIP Game

Rules: Go to your current WIP and share the following:

The first line of your work.

The first line of your current chapter (or if it’s a one-shot, the first line of the tenth paragraph).

The last line you wrote.

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet.

Tag at least 3 people whose work you wanna see, and if you make a separate post for it, please link the original.

I was tagged by @nardaviel to do this game! I figured why not participate in a little fun and also share little snippets of my upcoming longfic? :3

First line of the work:

“By all accounts, Goro Akechi was supposed to be dead.”

The first line of the current chapter I’m working on:

“Akira thought that adjusting to the life of a househusband would be easier.”

The last line I wrote:

“Again, this was getting…very complicated, to say the least. Akira had hoped that maybe this world would spontaneously implode or something before he had to come clean to his now husband. But it was still here, they were still married and Akira was balls deep into scrubbing this stubborn piece of stuck rice off this godforsaken bowl.

Okay. Yeah. Maybe it was time to stop playing house. As horrible as the repercussions would be, Akira owed it to Akechi to confess. Who knows—maybe with all his ‘glorious intelliect’, he’d have a few ideas on how to get him back home.”

Line for a part I haven’t written yet (got carried away might delete later 🤪✌🏻)

“‘Something wrong?’ Kurusu asked him.

Akechi blinked, scrambling to find an excuse. ‘No, just…sometimes this feels a little…unreal, don’t you think?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘This,’ Akechi said, surprisingly breathless. He stepped closer to Kurusu. ‘Us.’

‘Yeah. I get that too, sometimes.’ Kurusu looked equally as serious, setting down the basket of laundry and closing the distance between them. ‘Even now, it can feel…hard to believe.’

‘Heh. Sometimes I wonder how truly insane you must be to have married me.’

Kurusu grinned. That shit-eating grin Akechi hated. ‘I never said I was normal, did I?’

Exhaustion caused people to do strange things. Some studies say that exhaustion can almost impair someone’s judgement to that of a drunkard. And that really could be the only logical explanation for why Akechi pressed his lips to Kurusu’s own.

Before he could even ask himself why the living fuck he did that, Kurusu wrapped an arm around the small of his back and pressed them flush together. Akechi couldn’t escape, not that fleeing was much of a tangible thought right now.

No, Akechi was too distracted by swallowing the bitterness down his throat and just fucking yielding to this. Just this once. Just this once. He had never thought about kissing someone before this timeline. Except maybe with Kurusu a few times. Maybe more than a few times.

And look at what he was doing right now.

This kiss lasted a little more than 4 seconds. Truthfully it might’ve lasted a minute, maybe more. Akechi couldn’t get enough of the plush and warmth of Kurusu’s lips, a warmth that could only be exuded by a living being, a warmth that Akechi never wanted to admit he craved until now.

Somewhere along the line tongue got involved. If Akechi thought Kurusu’s lips were warm before, they were nothing compared to the pure heat of his mouth, slipping past his own lips and invading his entire being. Akechi tangled his hands into the fabric of Akira’s shirt, growing fervid from the other man’s soft hums and quiet pants, feeling like he may burst at the seams at any moment.

Shit. This was evil. This was delicious. Maybe this was everything Akechi imagined and then some.

When they both found it within themselves to pull back, they were flushed, breathless. Akira stared back at him, eyes blown wide with something resembling desperation and uncertainty and yearning, all at once.

They were on the razor’s edge. One more push. One more move and Akechi would be done for. His carefully crafted being would burn to ash, leaving a fool in the cinders.

And one thought kept his flame burning, alive: no matter what, this wasn’t real.

It wasn’t.”

I’ll tag users @sixteen-juniper @honeysweetcorvidae @ser-estinien to participate in the game! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged and I can add you as well 💚

#wip game #my writing #shuake #fanfic #persona 5 royal

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game X

(Double Feature)

tagged by: @druidx!! (thank you so much for giving me stuff to do lmao) my words: courage, communication/comms, consequence, community, decision, device, debt, depth tagging: @drippingmoon, @sleepy-night-child, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @sleepyowlwrites, @drabbleitout, @oh-no-another-idea, @pertinax–loculos, @druidx, and my chronic pain ✌🏽🤪 your words: suit, grateful, sting, crossing, information, dilute

courage(ous) (Eternal)—

Warren sat on the bed. "You're a powerhouse, you know," he said, full of affection. "You're hella courageous and strong and god, you're so brilliant. You wouldn't be alone, anyway, because there's no way I'd let you go back to Andromeda without me."

"No," Thrive said instantly. "You would absolutely not go with me."

"It's cute that you think you could stop me."

"If I had to, I would weld this entire apartment shut with you inside of it."

Warren lifted his brows. "I've been fighting my way through the Milky Way on my own for the past, like, eight months. You think I would let some metal stop me from going with you?"

"Do you think I could live with myself if you got killed or worse in my galaxy?"

communication/comms (Aurora)—

They all entered the comm hub and Thrive pressed a sequence of several buttons on the nearest console, dragging something on a touchscreen. "This is Tournaltis. Identify yourself."

"What do we do if it is an ambush?" Warren asked in the interim. "We don't have planetary support or defense yet, do we?"

"No." Thrive swiped again. "Repeat: identify yourself or turn around."

Vriea looked nervous. "Maybe we should brace ourselves for an attack just in case?"

The comm crackled. "Apologies, Tournaltis, this is the Echo Valtar."

"I am Orthrive'poliea. What is your business?"

"We're transporting an individual that needs to speak to you; since we were passing by we decided to give him a lift. We only intend to send him down planetside in a shuttle on your authorization, and then we'll be on our way."

"Your passenger needs to identify himself if he wants to approach."

There was a pause. Warren and Vriea exchanged a concerned look before the silence was broken by the popping of the system again and a different, but ultimately familiar voice came forward.

"Uh, hey. It's Guetry. Something's come up and I need to talk to you guys."

consequence (Meridian)—

Another pause strangled the room, but Warren felt a swell of interest through his and Thrive's bond that sent him reeling.

"You discussed this while I was gone?"

"It was merely curiosity," Scot echoed. "It poses no consequence to me one way or another. I figured that, since you and I are both passionate about science, it would be an experiment that would appeal to you. Warren gave his blessing in any case."

Now the hand stilled on Warren's forehead. "...Did he, now?"

"The choice is ultimately yours," Scot said. "If the idea revolts you, there will be no repercussions."

Thrive was silent for a bit longer than expected. The crackling of the fire outside served as their soundtrack for several minutes, and Warren swallowed the lump of nerves in his throat, taking advantage of the fact that without his abilities, Thrive wasn't able to read him.

community company (Rebirth)—

Finally alone on the bridge, Thrive tilted his head as he watched Warren, and Warren acknowledged his gaze by meeting it. He caught an unusual hint of interest in Thrive's eyes.

"What's up, babe?"

"Are you still tired?"

As if on cue, Warren yawned, leaning back to stretch. "I guess so, yeah."

"Would you like company? I had planned on resting as well."

"Absolutely."

Warren found that sleeping while curled back against Thrive, hand clasped firmly within a much stronger one as Thrive held him tight, seemed to prevent any and all nightmares, though that could've just been a coincidence. At any rate, he was content.

decision (Aurora)—

"You met Thrive…" Warren couldn't stop the swell of emotion from leaving his body in the form of tears of sorrow, of grief, of everything overwhelming and terrible. He missed Thrive so much it caused him physical pain. "He's gone, isn't he?"

"Yes." ——— turned his face to the sunrise once again. "Now you have to make a decision."

"I…" Warren reached up to touch his own chest and glanced down. A black, ringed planet, covered in glitter, stared back up at him. The edges of his vision turned fuzzy, and he inhaled. "Where am I?"

"I think that is what you have to decide," ——— said. "Are you following the whims of the universe? Or have you succumbed to a force much darker than you could ever imagine?"

"How do I know? I can't...I can't make sense of anything. This feels like a dream."

The sensation of being watched crept over his shoulders.

"You are up against a powerful enemy," ——— said. "But...you can overcome their terror. You possess within you the strength of a Cougar, and the will of a Pahona."

device (Meridian)—

"We're holding them on Oun and Rem," Thrive said. "If we need to make space on Lio, we will."

"[The Consortium's] not gonna like that."

Thrive turned to look at Warren over his shoulder, a surprisingly mischievous, lopsided grin adding a degree of youth to his face that once seemed impossible to reach again. "Fuck them."

Warren blinked from the floor, the words smacking into his sternum like the broad side of a closed fist, and within the succeeding pause he forgot to exhale. "What?" he blurted within the space between a high-pitched whine and a breathless plea. He coughed, embarrassed, pressing a hand to his own chest. "I'm so sorry...I went to a dark place there for a second..."

"I've seen that place before," Thrive said, moving to follow Atoa out of the office. "It has a box under the bed containing my leather harness and a velvet rope, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Warren sighed into the screens of the devices on his lap. "The dark part was that I was wearing them instead of you."

He heard Thrive's poorly stifled laugh from the middle of the hall.

debt due (Eternal)—

Roundtree turned to him. "We apologize for the inhumanity of using you for our own purposes."

"Senator," Thrive said, unimpressed, "I have been used for others' gain since my birth. Your arrogance, while hardly surprising, makes no unique enough impact on me to insult or otherwise."

Warren had to bite his tongue to stop himself from reacting to that.

Thrive shifted his cape behind his shoulder in a move that was likely casual but exuded confidence the likes of which Warren was sure he did not possess at that moment. "Now, that being said, I refuse and will refuse any and all responsibilities to forge a relationship between Andromeda and the Milky Way after what has transpired today. Morally and legally, I cannot assist you further. Transportation hubs in my native galaxy are treated with respect and without proper authorization, they cannot be used. Tytiva is among the most strict in that regard due to prior conflict with my…" He paused. "...With my peers," he finished cryptically.

DeCosta and Roundtree shared a weighted look.

depth drop (Rebirth)—

Wherever Thrive was in relation to his conscience, he reminded it of what happened after Seryst'velent's brother murdered him, plus what happened to Ysha, plus the hundreds of other gruesome and unsavory things he'd had to do during his career as a Protector. This was not new.

Interesting. His conscience sounded like Warren. But ——— were dead. ——— were dead. And he was tired. So, so tired.

He closed his eyes and drew a calm, steady breath through parted lips before he crushed ———'s windpipe. It popped like the rind of a fruit in his hand, and he discarded him onto the floor, determined to stop the ship from cutting through a planet in the near future.

Swiping his bloody hand over his form suit, he jogged onto the bridge and took over the controls, the Anchorage dropping abruptly out of FTL. He was startled by the instant sight of a large planet taking up an alarming portion of the window.

Without needing much of a glance to the console, Thrive knew they were too close to pull out of the planet's gravitational pull. But still…a second too late and the ship and the planet would've been obliterated.

There was no time to stop. The surface of the planet was greeting him far too fast, not to mention that he was minutes from breaking through the atmosphere.

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#i usually try and take a brain break between chapters of this but i got so excited i already started on dialogue for a ch 5 scene

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Yoongi fingering u till u squirrttttttt

my god, anon. i don't know what to tell you. this was supposed to be a short lil drabble like the rest and then..... that that live yoongi happened and i. uh. my brain short-circuited. the thirst for this man overtook me. i think i just wrote the nastiest porn of my whole career lmao.

so anyway uhhhhhh - HOPE YOU ENJOY 🤪

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 4.8k DO NOT FUCKING @ ME contains: my first ever OT7 scene :') ft. an incredibly dumb conversation abt squirting, best friend's friend to lovers (? idk what else to call it lmao), squirt god min yoongi (yes that's a warning), yoongi is in his that that live outfit bc i'm a menace to society, a lil bit of edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, and obv. a whoooole lot of tongue and finger fucking and SQUIRTING 💦💦💦

“Remember that girl I took home last night?”

You just know Taehyung is about to say something gross by the look in his eye, the way he bites down on the edge of his red solo cup as he glances around the circle of his friends.

Well, his friends and you. There’s a clear distinction.

A few heads nod, shoulders shrug. You brace yourself.

“Fucking geyser, I’m serious. Soaked my whole bed. I had to sleep on the couch.”

Hoseok’s loud cackle rings in your ears, and he has to cling to Jimin’s arm to stay upright, clearly already well past tipsy. “I was wondering why you were washing your sheets! That’s typically a once-a-year activity for you, Taehyung-ah!”

You make sure Seokjin doesn’t miss the death glare that you aim in his direction. He dragged you to this stupid party, said otherwise he’d spend the whole time in the corner reading webtoons on his phone. And now you have to tolerate the absolute fuckery of his nasty friends.

He grimaces a silent apology back at you, bringing one hand up to smack Tae firmly on the back of the head.

“She peed?!” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he pauses with his own drink halfway to his mouth.

Everyone reacts at once: Hoseok quite literally doubles over, Taehyung fights to keep the corners of his mouth from turning up, Jimin gives an aggressive side-eye, Seokjin covers his face with his hand. Even Yoongi reacts, smiling a rare wide smile, shoulders shaking a little with laughter.

Namjoon takes the educational opportunity, clapping a hand firmly to Jungkook’s back. “Do you know what squirting is?”

You watch as Jungkook’s eyes flit across the circle. “I thought it was pee,” he admits, voice a little quieter this time.

“You are so fucking dumb,” Jimin says, shooting Jungkook a look of utter disgust. Hoseok is literally on the floor at this point.

“It’s, uh…” Namjoon makes a face as he searches for the right words. “Female ejaculate.”

“Girl cum?” Jungkook translates.

“I don’t care if it was piss, it was fucking hot,” Taehyung says as he downs the last of his drink.

“You’re disgusting,” Seokjin says with a shake of his head as he offers a hand to help Hoseok to his feet. Taehyung sticks his tongue out, waggling it side-to-side, which just sends Hoseok right back down again with another peal of laughter.

“I’ve never hooked up with a squirter,” Jungkook says softly, like he’s a little disappointed.

You open your mouth to speak up, as the only person with a vagina currently partaking in the conversation, but Yoongi beats you to it. “You just don’t know what you’re doing.”

His words surprise you for a second, but you shake it off and continue. “Not every girl can squirt. Most can’t.” You shrug slightly.

“That’s not true,” Yoongi counters, and you whip your head to look at him.

“What the fuck do you know, Min Yoongi?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. You don’t know why Seokjin thought it was a good idea to bring you around his friends, when he knows you have no filter.

Yoongi raises a hand, as if to signal that he’s not trying to fight. “I’m just saying. Once you learn what to do, anyone can get there. Just takes some patience. And a lot of foreplay. But I’ve never not made a girl squirt.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, I’ve never squirted.”

It takes a moment for you to realize what you’ve set yourself up for, and you have to fight the urge to clap a hand over your mouth. The same response ripples through the group a millisecond later: eyes widening, lips pursing in silent expressions of shock.

“I think I need another drink– should we all go?” Namjoon asks, extremely unsubtle.

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#4

compromise (explicit)

genre: twilight AU, straight-up cracky-ass porn, do not look @ me

pairing: vampire!taehyung x human!reader x werewolf!jungkook

summary: you're torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don't have to choose.

word count: 10k 😬

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ no seriously like i wrote this with my dick it is EXCLUSIVELY twilight-flavored porn sdhfjdkgsdf - taehyung is a vampire, jungkook is a werewolf, reader is in love with both of them, they can't stand each other, yktfv !!!! this is actually an incredibly poorly negotiated threesome, so uh, don't do it like this kids!!!!! just enjoy the filth 🫡 which specifically contains: a m/m/f threesome ft. mid-sex jealousy lol, biting, nipple play, clit stim and fingering, clit biting 💀, cunnilingus, spitting, neck.... licking?, a lot of body temperature descriptions bc we're sticking to steph's hot/cold lore bc i think it's funny idk, blowjobs/throat fucking, spit-roasting, first times, unprotected sex, some mildly improbable sex positions because they both have superhuman strength lmfao, a smidge of dirty talk/praise kink, ass play, anal sex, good ol' DP, annnnnd the grand finale: neck-biting and blood-drinking 🤭 also tae and jk throw "slurs" like 'leech' and 'dog' at each other the whole time sdfsdfjkf 💜

A/N: SURPRISE! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I WILL NOT BE EXPLAINING MYSELF BUT UHHHH ENJOY SOME NONSENSE!!!!

thank you to @haliiimede for the incredible banner 🥺

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~*~

You’ve been on edge all evening, watching, waiting.

As the sun slips below the horizon and reddens the sky on its departure, you try not to read it as an omen of what’s to come. Night pours out black like it always does, dark blanketing the lush green outside your bedroom window, but your stomach refuses to untwist.

Not even the touch of Taehyung’s hand can settle your nerves, despite how familiar it is, cold as ice, hard as marble. He’d climbed in your window at dusk, the way he’s done every night for months now, but tonight the air between you is heavy. Tonight you can barely look at him.

“Jagiya,” his hundred-year-old voice drips, sweet like honey, rich like blood in the quiet of your room. “What’s wrong?”

You haven’t even opened your mouth to answer when his head snaps up, clearly alerted by some sound your weak human ears have yet to pick up on.

Right on time, then.

“Tae,” you murmur softly, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek. Your thumb strokes lovingly over the flawless perfection of his face as your human eyes meet his: rich ochre, deep enough to drown in. He’s well-fed; you made sure that would be the case when you planned this. You need every possible element on your side tonight.

He cuts you off with a growl before you can say more than his name. “Why is that dog here?”

The word spat through his clenched teeth sends a fresh wave of anxiety spiraling through your bloodstream. “Please don’t call him that, Tae.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper. “He’s my best friend. I wanted the three of us to talk.”

You realize you can hear it now, coming up the road: the distant but unmistakable rattle of Jungkook’s motorcycle. It draws closer and closer, until it’s underscored by the crunch of gravel as he pulls into the driveway. When Jungkook finally kills the engine, the silence in your bedroom feels loud.

Taehyung doesn’t speak, but you can tell he’s furious, every muscle in his body pulled tight. His hands curl into fists, flexing restlessly at his sides, and even the well-defined line of his jaw jumps like he’s holding back the urge to tear something apart.

You do the only thing you can think of to calm your boyfriend: you take his face in your hands and pull him in for a deep kiss.

As your lips touch, it finally sinks in: how scared you are about tonight– you’re shaking like a leaf in Taehyung’s arms, even though you know he’d never hurt you. At least not purposefully.

The heat of your mouth seems to distract Taehyung a little, but there’s still fury in his kiss, in the soft growls that he can’t quite suppress as his tongue rolls over yours.

Your bedroom door creaks on its hinges, and you pull away from Taehyung just in time to see a bright smile drop off Jungkook’s face as he stands in the threshold. Your heart plummets into your stomach. Three seconds in and you’ve already ruined everything. How very human of you.

Moving an inch back from Taehyung, you unwind your arms from around his neck and try to regard both of them at once. This conversation suddenly feels much harder to navigate than you’d anticipated.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say softly. Your best friend is practically glowering in the doorway now.

“I thought you wanted to talk. I don’t need to see him turn you. Or suck your soul out, or whatever.”

You try to stay calm, because someone has to. “It was just a kiss, Jungkook. I meant it, I do want to talk.” Your gaze flits from Jungkook to Taehyung. “To both of you.” As your eyes find Jungkook’s again, you pat the bedspread on your other side. “Will you come sit down?”

Taehyung makes a noise so otherworldly that chills rip up your spine, enough to make you shiver. “He’s fine where he is.”

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#3

the spins (explicit)

genre: smutttyyyyyy as hell (with like one angsty conversation about isolation as a trauma response, but said in much vaguer terms lol)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you discover a new side to your former lab partner, frat wonder boy jeon jungkook, when you confess to him the one thing no man has ever been able to make you do.

word count: 10.3k

contains: explicit sexual content AKA porn!!!!! alcohol, minor frat house shenanigans, reader is a total bitch but in a highkey relatable way, jungkook is The Only Good Frat Boy, mentions of shitty hookups/sexual dissatisfaction/faked orgasms, an **absurdly** lengthy and gratuitous cunnilingus scene, a lil bit of teasing/begging, spitting, LOUD sex, reader’s first partnered orgasms, also JK has a tongue piercing 👀

A/N: so writing this nearly killed me,,, lmao. i have two inspiration sources that i must credit- one is jai’s @gimmethatagustd INCREDIBLE fic paint me naked, which gave me the final shove i needed to topple over into JK hard stan land (listen he’s 3 years younger than me, i had a complex about it, it’s fine). seriously go give it a read and give her some love, i fully credit her with moving college!JK into my brain where he now lives rent-free.

the other source of inspiration is this insaaaaane imagine audio (WARNING, extremely NSFW and will literally ruin your life!!!!!) that hooked me on the idea that JK would be competitive about eating pussy and….. yep, smack those two things together and ta-da, this porn was born. godspeed and thanks as always for reading 💜

this is now (finally) on AO3!

~*~

You really don’t know why you came to this party. It’s so crowded, bodies pressed together, people screaming to be heard over the noise, or just because they’re white girl wasted. The music is terrible, the floor weirdly sticky, the container of jungle juice in the kitchen extremely suspicious. You opted for tequila instead, the last of which you now drain from the bottom of your red solo cup. The whole place smells like cheap beer, vape smoke, and frat boy cologne.

Yet another Jack Harlow song comes on over the bass-boosted speakers and you roll your eyes. That’s it. Time to go home and actually finish the psych paper you’re putting off.

You shove your way into the kitchen, trying to be the only upstanding citizen in this godforsaken frat house and actually put your trash in a trash can. You spot one in the corner– nearly overflowing, but still good enough, except that a whole circle of Brads and Chads block your path. You do your best to squeeze past them, but because they don’t do anything except live at the gym and snort protein powder, they might as well be a brick wall.

“Excuse me,” you try. Nothing.

“I need to get through,” you say with a gentle push. It’s like talking to a brick wall, too.

“Alright, fuck it.” You roll your eyes and decide to just fucking go for it. You’ve had enough liquor that you won’t feel the pain until tomorrow anyway.

The circle breaks apart in confusion, not a brain cell in sight, as you slam your way through. They part so quickly that your plan works too well, and the excess momentum shoots you forward. You stumble, losing your footing, already cringing because you’re about to faceplant on the nasty floor of this nasty frat house kitchen.

“Hey, whoa!” A voice way too close to your ear for comfort shouts, but then an arm snakes around your waist and saves you from your doom, gripping you tightly. “Careful!”

You glance up, wondering if this guy is going to try to turn the moment into some attempt at flirtation, the world’s worst meet cute, but then you see big round eyes staring back at you with legitimate concern. Oh, fuck. You know those Disney princess eyes. Your stomach drops.

“Whaaaaaaaat!” Holding you in one arm, an unopened 18-rack of beer hoisted up on his shoulder with the other, grinning like a kid in a candy store, is none other than frat wonder boy Jeon Jungkook.

Ah, shit. You knew he was in a frat, of course. He doesn’t shut up about it. But you didn’t know it was this one– well, actually, you don’t even know which frat house you’re in right now. Alpha Beta Omega? They’re all the same to you. You don’t really understand why they have factions anyway instead of all just living together, but that would probably be too gay.

“I didn’t know you partied!” Jungkook is still smiling a smile that takes up his whole face, clearly unable to believe that you’re standing here in his disgusting frat house kitchen in your leather jacket and your combat boots.

You huff a laugh as he slowly unloops his arm from around you, assessing to see if you’re stable enough to stay upright. You shoot him a look as if to say I’m fine, dumbass. Uncoordinated, not intoxicated. There’s a difference.

“I do not party,” you correct him. “Never once in my life have I partied. I merely come to the parties, stand on the edges and observe, get my free alcohol, and then depart. Like I’m doing right now.” You aim your solo cup at the trash can and miss by about a foot.

“You– hang on,” he pauses, turning back to offload the fresh case of beer onto the kitchen counter. There’s a clamor of excitement from the Brads and Chads as they crowd around to slap him on the back, shouting things like “okay, JK!” and “let’s fucking gooooo!”

You have to get out of here, you think to yourself, and then you watch Jungkook bring his tattooed hand up to rip the cardboard front of the case off effortlessly, and that is lowkey kind of hot.

Quiet, you tell your tequila brain. No lusting after frat boys. Not even the one you sat next to for an entire semester in bio lab, the one who was actually way smarter than anticipated and didn’t just use you for an easy A, who genuinely seemed like he cared about the way you answered “How was your weekend?” every time he asked, and who didn’t even say one problematic thing the whole semester.

Just because he’s the exemplary form of his species doesn’t make him not what he is, you remind yourself. Even the best frat boy is still a frat boy.

Jungkook returns as the rest of the bros swarm the counter and proceed to decimate the case of beer. That must have been the reason they were waiting here, at their proverbial watering hole, because they circle up and dissolve back into the party, several of them clapping Jungkook on the back again in thanks as they leave.

You realize he doesn’t have to yell to be heard anymore as he says, “You’re leaving already?”

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#2

the shape of your body (explicit)

genre: fluffy slowburn smut

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: the same day you finally manage to speak to your months-long public transit crush, you end up seeing much more of him than you bargained for.

word count: 24k 🙇‍♀️

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ (after a slow burn lmao) - new york city grad school AU, strangers to lovers, reader is an art student, public transit thirsting, jimin is a dancer and a nude model, namgi and vhope as side characters, basically everyone is gay (they're ART STUDENTS in NEW YORK CITY it's called realism 💅), a smidge of member x member side character relationships, jimin is biromantic demisexual 👀, conversations about body image issues/past relationship struggles/demisexuality and libido, soooo much making out, a couple "failed attempts" at sex, accidental voyeurism (but not how you think lmao YOU'LL SEE), showering together non-sexually, and: fingering, clit stim, nipple play, come eating/sharing 🤭 an attempted blowjob, face sitting, & protected sex (multiple rounds 🥵)

A/N: asjdshgkdfjgs i can't believe it's done 😭 there were so many times i thought i would never finish this fic !!! i have too many friends to thank for talking me off of SEVERAL ledges where i was convinced this whole thing was trash and that i should just stick to short porn or perhaps simply never write again. i'm so glad i saw this one through because there are concepts in here that are deeply important and personal to me wehhh 🫠 i sincerely hope y'all enjoy this one!! thank u for enduring mostly radio silence while i was in jimin lockdown, and of course, happy early birthday to mini, the light of my mf life 🥰💜 (oh and LDOMLT ch 8 is coming next so buckle tf up bitches 👀)

an eternity of smooches to @haliiimede for beta reading and just generally being the best fucking person on planet earth ✨ AND TO @goodsoop FOR THE DEMI SENSITIVITY READ VERY SORRY THAT I AM THE WORLD'S LARGEST IDIOT AND FORGOT TO CREDIT..... i love you both 🥺

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~*~

You’ve taken the subway thousands of times since moving to New York.

Morning rides, squeezed nearly to death between commuters in suits blinking back sleep and school-uniformed kids scream-laughing and paper coffee cups gripped tight by winter-numb fingers.

Long trips with your sketchbook on your lap, riding the line all the way to Pelham Bay Park and back, to surface above ground out where there’s a little more space to breathe, until the setting sun floods orange glow between the buildings just before you descend again.

Late nights coming home, Namjoon’s head thudding back against the train window behind him as he dozes off, one arm thrown around your shoulder to ward off any drunk creeps, his free hand interlaced with Yoongi’s on his other side.

It’s always been the three of you, first in friendship, and now that the two of them have figured out they’re something more, you don’t mind it. But when it’s late and you’ve had enough drinks to feel warm all the way through, to melt something open inside of you, and you glance over to see a loving flicker of eyelashes exchanged as Namjoon leans down and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s temple, you can’t help it.

There’s a little bit of an ache there, right behind your ribs. Sometimes.

But mostly, when it comes to the train, you take the 6 to school. You go through the motions this morning the same as you always do: headphones around your neck, bag slung over your shoulder, immediately dropping into the first empty seat you see as the train doors shudder closed and the car starts to move. Six stops down, 51st street to Astor Place, five days a week, you know it like a heartbeat.

You just wish you knew him, too.

Subway Boy, as Yoongi affectionately labeled him the time you got two pitchers of margaritas deep and made the mistake of confessing to your roommates about your crush— if it can even be called that. Can you truly have a crush on someone you know nothing about, not even their name?

Well, you know a few things.

He must live further north than you, because on the days you see him, he’s already on the train when you board at 51st.

He must like music, because he always has a set of fancy bluetooth earbuds in.

You’re pretty sure he’s an athlete of some sort, because he’s usually carrying a gym bag—and because during this summer’s heat wave, the one and only time you’ve seen him wear shorts, you nearly fainted at the thick, defined muscles of his thighs.

He has an affinity for jewelry, delicate silver always glinting through the multiple piercings in his ears. At odds with this, he seems to prefer to dress comfortably, and you’ve seen him in enough branded school t-shirts and sweats to figure he must also be an NYU student, though you can’t say for sure if he’s undergrad or graduate.

You deeply hope you’re not crushing on someone who still needs a fake ID to drink, but there’s no way to be certain.

Most importantly, you know that he is absolutely stunning. Elegantly handsome, with expressive deep brown eyes, skin like glass, and round cheeks and full lips that flush frozen pink on particularly frigid New York days. His hair has changed colors a few times over the months that have passed since you first took notice of him, but it’s currently a honey blonde, and long enough that he often reaches up to card a hand through it. He does it now, pushing loose strands back to expose his forehead as he frowns down at his phone.

On days where you share the same car, you notice very little else that happens on the ride, thoroughly entranced in Subway Boy’s beauty and his mystery. The train could probably catch fire and you’d miss it entirely.

Today happens to be one of those days, and excitement glitters in your bloodstream as you realize he’s seated across from you. The rush of seeing him always feels like its own reward, some kind of cosmic sign that the day is going to be a good one.

And then the train stops moving.

There’s an audible reaction from a few people in the car, and you glance up a moment later when a voice buzzes over the intercom. You’re able to make out “attention passengers” and very little after that, just the basics about some sort of unforeseen interruption of service and that the train should resume moving again soon.

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3,604 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

party on you (explicit)

genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT with an extremely small side of fluff lol

pairing: hoseok x reader

summary: the only thing stronger than your social anxiety is your big dumb crush on hoseok - and you're certainly not expecting it when he tells you the real reason he threw this album release party.

word count: 9.8k

contains: explicit sexual content aka PORN !!!! idol-verse, literally takes place at the JITB album release party, friends to lovers, erotic hand holding, they're both cute and dumb, a studio hookup 👀 dirty talk, thigh riding, cunnilingus, a single pussy slap lol, taint touching (?), HOBI EATS ASS, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, throat fucking, reader gets a facial, and a lil bit of cum eating, it's cute 😌

A/N: so, hi, i went to hobipalooza lmao. this is actually lowkey a songfic ??? charli xcx was one of the earlier acts on hobi's stage and. my god. seeing her live was a religious experience, and when she performed party 4 u i was like hnnnhghg this should be a fic. and now it is !!!! and i hope u enjoy 🥺🥺 i tried some new stuff in here, both soft and freaky lmao so i'm nervy to share!!! as always your support and feedback means the world to meeeee ok ilysomuch bye~

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~*~

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#THIS SHIT FINALLY WORKED FOR ME LMAOOOOOO #a few surprises in my top 5 posts!! #idk why i wasn't expecting the spins to show up #thank you all 🥺 i love u #long post

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Hey hey! So you’ve watched Blue Lock, huh? Care to give some thoughts about what you liked most about it?

Have you devoured many fics? Any faves?? So curious about what you thought of the anime.

Also, loved the Isagi and Rin fic!! Very tasty indeed

I was hesitant when they scrapped my fave “teamwork makes the dream work” trope, but they spun it to make quite a bit of sense. That’s pretty unique for a sports shonen, especially since soccer is inherently a team sport, so it’s nice to see something new like “selfishness” becoming a positive trait. I just love sports anime so much 😩 tickles all the right brain crevices for sweaty boys forging precious bonds 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 I actually read up to the current arc for BLLK in the manga and don’t normally like to read ahead.

I knew I was going to end up liking Rin bcs I always fall for his archetype. Then Uchiyama spoke… ofc they got Tsukki. Instant game over. That is now MY pretty boy tsundere comfort character that I spent way too much money on collecting merch for in Tokyo 🫵🏼 I also didn’t plan on liking Isagi but every main character gets all “I’m going to do my best to become stronger and inspire all my friends!” like okay how do I NOT fall for that 😭🥹 also when he curses it’s kinda 🤪 bcs he’s so cute 😵‍💫 there’s that line they’ve translated where he tells Rin “That would present a problem for me… and I don’t want any fucking problems. So drink.”🥴🥴🥴

I haven’t read fics besides some short drabbles on Tumblr. I did a search for E Rin/Reader on AO3 and listen … F/M/M of Rin x Reader x Sae doesn’t inherently bother me… but WHY was the MC of so many of the fics in the Rin/Reader tag involving a SISTER Itoshi Reader character 💀💀💀✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼 I guess I’ll have to write my own Rin smut since the pickings were slim for me…

& thank you for reading! Glad you enjoyed 🫶🏼 it’s been so long since I’ve written anything long form that I feel so rusty 🥲

#chye chats

[yuujispinkhair]

Hey ! So I saw your last post talking about Yuji smelling like axe body spray (accurate lmao) but what do you truly think GOJO and ✨MEGUMI✨ would smell like?

Hmmm I think Gojo is the type to smell rich and classy. He only wears designer clothes and luxury brand perfume. Nothing too heavy, though. He doesn’t want to smell like an old man 😂 Gojo prefers something fresh and sexy. And I think you can always sense something sugary on him too, if you get close enough. This man has a sweet tooth, so there are always some empty candy wrappers in his pockets, or he has cake or cookie crumbs on his clothes 🤪💗 A very yummy smell, so to speak!!

Megumi hates to admit it, but at first, he smelled like Gojo because when he got old enough to wear perfume, Gojo gave him a bottle of his fave. Megumi wore it because he simply wasn't interested in looking for a fragrance himself 😂

Now he found his own fave scents, though, and he likes to wear somewhat woody perfumes with some spices like ginger. Megumi doesn't want to be drenched in it though, so he only uses a little. It's alluring but in a subtle way. Mostly you only smell it when you are very close to him or when he gives you his jacket.

Megumi only wears expensive perfume. He wants to have the best quality, and well, he is a rich boy and had to tag along with Gojo to all those fancy designer boutiques in Ginza since he was six years old, so he literally doesn't know anything else lol.

[magistralucis]

What’s your angel au? based on that one ask, it seems so cool. if it’s something you’ve already expanded on though, I’ll search for it in your tag. Ciao!

It's an AU about French EDM musicians that have since grown in scope to something beyond that 😂 Basically, it's a story about two mortal beings with very different ideas of 'mortal' growing together.

Angel AU is a modern-fantasy AU where magic exists in just about everything, from humans and other animate beings to beings that were once inanimate made animate. Most people have some grasp on magic, but at the pinnacle of all magic users are the 'angels' of the AU*: stony beings, powered through the enchantment of other angels who carved them into existence, who may walk the earth for hundreds of years before they fade. Since they are reservoirs of pure magical power**, and have so much time to perfect their skills, they are masters in their art. It is a great honour to learn from them, though for a variety of reasons, they do not often deign to show themselves to humans.

Enter, then, our lead protagonists. Louis Brodinski, a young human, also a trainee with poor control over his magic; Gesaffelstein, angel (400~ years old), who was not expecting a stranger and a mere human trainee to summon him one afternoon from over two hundred miles away. Gesaffelstein is one of the oldest angels alive on earth and probably one of the most powerful on the entire continent. This feat ought to be impossible for most humans, let alone someone who hasn’t finished his training. More worryingly, it was unintentional. Clearly there’s something going on here that has made Louis’s powers spiral.

This is bad news for Louis, who very much has a dream career and things he would like to achieve with his magic. Since teaching him to control his powers is an urgent necessity, and since no human institution can handle this quickly, after a bunch of shenanigans Gesaffelstein agrees to take him as an apprentice. The rest of the AU are reflections on the nature of life, how Louis adjusts to his new existence, the things Gesaffelstein has learned in his long and troubled existence... and friends, of course, of a new and unusual sort. Also featured in the AU are:

Angel Gaspard, and his human partner Xavier, living in the idyllic Italian countryside. Since they’re a direct analogue of what’s blossoming between himself and Gesaffelstein, Louis adores them and likes to visit them often. Gaspard’s element is earth.

Angel Franck, Gesaffelstein’s maybe-apprentice maybe-annoying foster kid maybe-friend, who likes to pop up unannounced on the island where Louis and Gesaffelstein live. Franck is the youngest of the angels (50~ years) and is quite footloose and fancy-free, with no permanent realm anywhere. I guess Angel AU is their coming-of-age tale as much as it is Louis’s and Gesaffelstein’s. Franck’s element is water, and they can be found swimming along rivers, in lakes, or walking on the ocean floor at any given time.

Angel Sebastian, and his human... friend? Subject? Purpose for life? Test subject? Vincent Belorgey, living in a quiet village in France. Sebastian loves roses and has a little industry of sorts going where he lives, providing roses for perfume and edible use. He also brought Vincent ‘back from the dead’ when the young man got into an accident over thirty years ago - which started to be a problem when Vincent stopped aging from the time of his ‘death’, even after all of his family members grew old and died, even now with only Sebastian as his patron. Louis takes an interest in Sebastian and Vincent’s dilemma, as it pertains to his own***, and visits them often as well. Sebastian’s element is air.

These are the basics of the Angel AU. I hope that makes some kind of sense, this is... such a condensed summary lmao 😭🤪

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* I've not yet found a word that is more appropriate to what they are, since 'angel' carries too many religious connotations and 'titan' / 'golem' / etc. only focuses on specific aspects of them. ** Angels have metallic ‘blood’. The type of metal is irrelevant, but gold and silver and iron are most common. Angel AU takes a ‘elemental/life force’ view as to the nature of magic, and outside of flesh-and-blood beings with intention, metal and earthly minerals hold onto magic best. Angels, who are entirely stone and metal and intention, are exceptionally good at doing so. *** Louis almost died trying to be Gesaffelstein’s apprentice. He spends a long time not sure whether he is actually ‘alive’. Trying to receive this reassurance is why he meets all those people in the first place 😰

#Anonymous #angel au #drabble #not actually drabble but i'll stick it in there for easy reference with my; uh; actual drabbles a very few of which are angel au #i hope that made any kind of sense anon thank you for asking