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seventhcallisto · 1 month

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DENSE . (j.yh)

a/n: hbd yuyu (a lil something I had in the drafts!!!)

C/w : SMUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT fingering (r.rec), teasing, public teasing, soft dom yuyu, switch! reader (sorta).

Pairings : idol!bf!yunho x idol!(member)afab!reader

Synopsis : getting your boyfriend a little flushed isn't hard to do, but the consequences will always haunt you. (SMUT)

Yunho could be considered like his counterpart tyudeongi, cute and clueless looking.

Like a cute puppy, eager to please and wagging his imaginary tail whenever you praised him.

"I think I like when you're a little harder with me" you boldly admitted earlier in the day, and from right next to you, sitting on his phone with his legs crossed, yunho hummed. He was still dead set on texting whoever he was texting.

"Really?" his eyes split from his screen to glance at you, the familiar redness to the top of his ears coming forth the longer you both looked at each other. His lips quirked into an innocent smile, his single right hand on his phone. He squeezed your knee with the other, "I'll keep that in mind," he laughed lightly.

It really wasn't until later in the day, after a joint photoshoot, that you both get a break alone. Sitting in the car, yunho decided to take the backseat with you. He liked having you close like that. With a single hand holding your thigh and his other once again, typing away on his phone. The car was familiar with the darkness that you've encountered the last couple of sleepless nights. Packed schedule and all.

But you couldn't help the buzzing of your excitement the moment yunhos hand slowly began stroking up and down your thigh. Unconsciously, of course. Yunho had no idea what he was doing. You shifted from next to him, and the only thing he did was send a questionable glance at you.

"Are you tired?" He murmured, voice a bit husky from a long day. His deeper tone came forth due to the quiet he tried to keep. You tilted your head, thinking about it. "Just a bit," you sighed. He glanced down to your lips, then back up, pursing his own to begin talking again. "You can sleep on me until we get there," he smiled gently. And you had half an idea to feel guilty for thinking about the way his hand was slowly sliding to the innerside of your thigh.

You glanced down but quickly looked back up. "It's okay, I don't think I'll be able to anyways." And you wouldn't, not with the throb between your legs and the heat from yunhos palm on your covered thigh.

He hummed, a mumbled confirmation that the option was there always. Sweetly said, despite the way your perverse mind was still on his vieny and long hand clenched on your thigh. There was something wrong with your mind today.

Were you on something? Why were you suddenly so... needy.

You could recount the times the pulse between your legs took over for a moment. When you woke up this morning, curled up on yunho instead of your side of the dorm. His features- soft and free, and just.. so kissable. All puffed and his lips a bit dry, but the moment he opened his eyes and looked at you, did he finally wet them with a quick swipe of his tongue, his arms stretching over his head. Shirt riding up to reveal his tone torso. His eyes squinting shut from satisfaction. A quiet sigh from his throat- before he was tossing himself back over your side again, snuggling into your chest.

"You're staring," he mumbled.

Or when he was getting his makeup applied just before the shoot, his features enhanced by the work of the artist- applying a thin layer of lipstick to his plump lips. You could tell he was lost in thought, too busy focusing on the tickling feeling of the brush hair against his sensitive lips.

You were staring again.

Yunho gently shrugged his arms over you, his face mere inches from yours. The camera shuttered and clicked, and then suddenly, he was staring directly at you. His lean figure towering down to your level, his eyes taking on the familiar sultry look he always has in photos.

You couldn't help the way you stared back or when you continued to stare when he turned away to look at the photographer.

Your boyfriend was a little dense to the way he made you feel. Especially with times like this where it was so hard to convey that he was making you wet merely from the way he acts. The hand placed on your thigh or the casualness of his actions. His own tall body radiating heat next to you, or when he'd breath, and his already spread legs would bump yours mindlessly.

Your hand landed on his thigh, and he twitched as a response, glancing at you from the corner of his phone. But you were already looking away, taking interest in the outside view.

Just an inch did you move, pressing further up.. and then up until there was an audible clear of yunhos throat, his leg leaning farther into your grip. Yunho was sensitive, especially with your touch. You knew that.

"Jagi" he sighed, a bit pained, more so a whimper, followed by a barely audible gulp when you finally touched his crotch, just a slight graze of your fingertips over his strained jeans. He leaned further down into you, his phone tilted to the side- you could see the reflection from the glass you were staring out.

You began a pattern of touching, like strokes that made his hips twitch forward. You were trailing up to the path of his zipper, then his buttons, and finally, at his waistband.

Before you could press further. The driver door was being swung open, and you withdrew your hand. Yunho cleared his throat, his eyes a bit wide from the sudden interruption.

"Good job today guys," your sweet manager had said, unbeknownst to the action you had just done prior. He took his seat in the car, adjusting the rear view mirror. Then, finally, the sleek black car was in motion.

Yunho hadn't said a word, nor would he pick up his phone during the entire drive. His face was void, his jaw slightly clenched. You were in for it.

Rough palms gripped your hips the moment you stepped through the entrance of your dorm. Yunho, following behind with his heat radiating onto you. A heavy weight to his movement when he guided you forward after slipping off your shoes.

His fingertips digged into the ample flesh of your hips, his foot gently closing your bedroom door from behind you, the only singular room. He was spinning you around before you could say a word. His lips were on yours the next second, leading your arms to wrap around his neck. He picked up your weight easily, wrapping your thighs around him.

"You think you're cute?" He huffed sarcastically against your grinning lips, parting to breath from such an intense kiss, his eyes locking with yours. "I'm not the one who got a boner from just touching,"

His own grin made yours falter, a small breathless chuckle vibrating his chest. "Really? Come on, sweetheart." he trailed a kiss from your jaw down to your neck. His grin never left. "You don't think I didn't notice, right?" His hands were steady on your thighs to hold you pressed against him and the door, you wiggled from the friction of his hard abdomen pressed against your core.

"I know you've been waiting for this all day" he hummed against your neck, swiftly pulling away, you gasped as he took you away from the door, stepping away and placing you down on your bed.

He parted your thighs to place himself between them, continuing his assault on the hickey blooming on your neck. His larger body caging you in. "Come on, tell me you've been thinking about this all day" he parted from your skin, groaning into most of his words.

You panted softly. The ache growing between your legs the longer you had yunhos harsh jeans pressing into your clothed core.

"Been thinking about your cock all day yunho" you whined softly, threading your arms over his shoulder and into his hair. He hummed appreciatively against your neck, trailing down further. He pushed your shirt up, riding it higher so he could continue placing wet kisses on the new skin.

"Yeah? What else baby?" he encouraged with shuttered breaths, meeting just under your belly button with a single kiss. His thin and nimble fingers catch under your legging waistband and underwear to pull them off in one go.

You laid back gently, letting yunho take the lead. You sighed heavily. "I wanted you to fuck me all day- wanted you this morning too" yunhos breath finally reached you. You hips jolting from the coolness of the air.

"Fuck, you're ruined sweetheart, been wanting me this bad?" Yunho chuckled, parting your folds with his longest fingers. You shuddered from the friction, your clit aching for stimulus.

"Always want you this bad, yunho," you grumbled, moaning when he began gathering your slick and pressing against your entrance.

"Don't worry baby, tha' feelings mutual" he groaned, eyes locked on the image of your cunt in front of him. Slicked and sticky from the amount of arousal pooling in your underwear all day.

"Yunho" you whined the moment he pressed his thin digits into your cunt twisting them forward and stretching you out to take something larger.

He chuckled at your reaction, eyes lidded and full of desire. You could never get over that look. His fingers thrusting softly against your cunt and his palm ever so often grazing against your clit. The perfect amount of stimulus to make your already sensitive and neglected cunt spasm.

"You gonna cum from just this sweetheart?" Yunho murmured to you quietly, spreading your thighs out on his lap, knees keeping you spread open for his hand to work its magic. Your eyes were drifting every so often, biting back moans so you wouldn't wake any of your other members.

"Yes- yun- fuck" your head was thrown back in pleasure, that familiar sensation buzzing your entire body until it was too much. Each rub and flick of yunhos fingers inside you- stretching you out so good like he's done before. "C-cumming" you trembled in his grip, reaching for anything to hold you stable from the torture of a sudden and shocking oncoming orgasm.

Yunho was still thrusting his long, nimble digits when you began coming down, gummy walls fluttering around his pale fingers until you were trying to clench your thighs shut. Yunho pulled away with a satisfied sigh. Kissing your tummy on his way up. His eyes look up at you through parted lashes.

"Still okay?" He whispered, kissing the skin on your knee before he crawled up to land another soft one to your neck.

"Still good," you confirmed softly, wrapping your arms around your tall boyfriend. "Yunho," you softly called his name, twisting your legs around his torso and pulling him flush to you. He landed with a soft "oof" and laughed lightly. "What is it, sweetheart? Hmm? Tell me what you want"

"Yunho, I need you," you whimpered, yunhos shuddered breath reached your neck, a trail of kisses, soft and ticklish up your throat and to your own parted lips. "Say please?" The sly grin on his lips had you huffing, his eyes glued to the way your mouth fell open.

"Please yunho"

#jeong yunho smut #yunho hard hours #yunho x reader #yunho smut #jeong yunho #x reader #cliffhanger HWAHAHA #im sorry!!!

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askchuuyanakahara · 4 months

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why cant he go to the cinema :(

Dazai: "Hmf.."

@megaroniandcheez

Chuuya: "You're acting really strange, y'know."

Chuuya: "After all, you don't get all fussy when I go out with Akutagawa or Kajii."

Chuuya: "Hey.."

Chuuya: "You haven't made any dumb or stupid remarks in the past 5 minutes and you're awfully warm.."

#long post #ask #update #anonymous #megaroniandcheez #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #skk #soukoku #(Oops neither of them can escape from this one now)#(Aaaand I'm off to take a week break cause it's the holidays and all)#(Have fun with this cliffhanger(?))#(Yeah youre welcome!!)#(also sorry if the qualitys kinda off Im not working off my usual computer so I dont have all my brushes n stuff)

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choccy-milky · 2 months

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I’ve already left a comment on AO3 but MY GOD CHOCCY it is rare that I shed REAL ACTUAL TEARS at a fic but here I am sniffling at my work desk trying to pretend I’m not thinking about how precious Seb and Clora’s love is 🥺😭💜

Honestly fantastic work, I hope you keep writing after this story is completed because I will read whatever you write at this point 💜

AWW BAHAHA i am both sorry and happy that the chap made u sniffle at ur desk at work🥺💖AND ILL DEFS KEEP WRITING!! im so happy ppl like my story and clora and seb and my writing in general😭💖THANK U💖💖

AYO WHAT??? HUH!!!!!!?!!!!!! I WOULD BE HONOURED???? ANON IF YOU DO THIS (OR SORRY, I MEAN IF YOUR *FRIEND* DOES THIS) YOU BETTER SHOW PICS!!! U ARE LEGALLY OBLIGATED!!!! now im just curious what drawing ur considering👀👀

live footage of me rn

ME TOO I HAVE SUCH OLDER SEB AND CLORA BRAINROT RN, i actually have another short comic of them in the works based off of a oneshot someone is writing of older seb/clora that ive read the WIP of and i 100000% consider it canon and IM SO EXCITED FOR IT😭😭😭LOL i dont really have any headcanons tho, i need to give older seb/clora some thought 🤔feel free to send some tbh🤔🤔 (ALSO THANK YOU💖💖) in the meantime heres some wip panels from the current oneshot comic to tie u over on older seb/clora content. LOVE ME SOME ANGRY OVERPROTECTIVE SEB

#ask #also to the anon asking if i already have the next chapter written I DONT SORRY LOL BUT THANK U IM GLAD UR SO EXCITED #gonna try to update faster this time around bc of that cliffhanger LOOL see?? im nice #AND TATTOO ANON IF THIS REALLY HAPPENS I SWEAR TO GOD U BETTER SHOW ME

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drivelikeiido · 1 year

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want me

(mohawk) matty can't seem to keep his eyes off of you at the bar

matty healy x f! reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smoking and alcohol and a lil smutty but no actual smut (maybe i’ll write it in a part 2 if y’all are interested in that ?) BUT NO MINORS IDC GET AWAY

notes: sorry this took so so long to write i’ve been in a writing slump but i’m back !! and i apologise for edging you with not actual smut once again but that’s just how it is ! i prefer writing longing over actual smut anyways but if y’all want a part 2 i could be persuaded. also this idea originally came to me while listening to crying lightning by the arctic monkeys so do with that what you will.

Stereotypical summer weather is a rarity in England so the minute the sun came out Matty invited you to join him and the boys and their girlfriends at the pub, which is how you’ve ended up in a rather seductive battle of wills with your boyfriend. He somehow thinks his staring over the top of his sunglasses while playing a game of pool with the boys is subtle but in reality his feelings towards the short summer dress you’re currently wearing are blatantly obvious, which means you just have to tease him a little - you play your own little game while he plays his.

You sit on a table opposite where the boys are playing, sharing a pitcher of some fruity, more alcohol than mixer, concoction with the girls, chatting and catching up in low content voices while you make the most of the golden sun that warms you and casts a glow onto your skin. You hadn’t seen all the girls in some time so you appreciated the chance to catch up with them in such a relaxed setting, everyone’s mood boosted by the appearance of the sun and the weather it brings. The stuffy British heat gradually makes you feel uncomfortable and you begin to fan yourself with an old cocktail menu sitting on the table, your hair moving with the breeze and exposing your neck and sun soaked chest more, an action that doesn't go missed by Matty’s watchful eyes. He still pretends to be fully absorbed in his game of pool but his glances over your way become more and more frequent, his hands becoming restless as he taps out some unknown staccato beat on the bottle in his hands, the beads of condensation running down his lithe fingers and dropping to the ground. The boys are far too used to Matty’s frequent musings and distracted behaviour when it comes to you so they pay no heed to his distracted state, Hann poking his side when it was his turn to play, a knowing smile gracing his lips.

At one point Matty catches your eye and you wave innocently over, your neutral appearance betraying the playful thoughts running in your head. The girls at the table have also taken notice of your boyfriend’s not so subtle staring, giggling amongst themselves and encouraging whatever mischief you’re thinking of starting with hushed voices, comments being thrown around about how obviously obsessed he is with you. However that wholesome notion is short lived as one of the girl’s nudges you and motions over to Matty, his dark eyes trained on you as he looks you up and down once more, moving his sunglasses further down his nose, his actions far from subtle as he devours you with his eyes. Ross too clocks onto this and kicks Matty’s sneakered foot in a jokey manner, his laughter floating into the air as you hear him jokingly scold your boyfriend to “Behave”, a subtle blush makes its way onto Matty’s cheeks in his embarrassment at being caught by his friend. He raises his hands, pool cue still clutched in his left, in a show of apology, grinning over to you as he mouths “Sorry, love”, however both of you know this apology is nowhere near genuine as he truly has no plans whatsoever to cease his overt appreciation for his girlfriend.

His hands return to his side as he pulls out his cigarettes, offering them to the boys and lighting one up himself, his cheeks hollowing as he inhales the acrid smoke. You have to hold in the sigh threatening to spill from your lips, your fingers finding a sudden interest in the blue striped straw in your glass, anything to take your focus off the hypnotic man in front of you. You try and think of anything else to calm your racing brain but thoughts of your boyfriend’s pretty plush lips circling around the cigarette and how his talented fingers balance it in his hands do nothing to quell the unignorable need you’re already feeling for him. The cigarette rests on his lips that now seem etched into a permanent smirk, your boyfriend taking pleasure in knowing how the sight of him smoking always has this effect on you, his nicotine addiction working in his favour at this moment in time to make you as desperate for him as he is for you.

Matty’s cigarette has since been savoured and finally put out, however the thoughts of your boyfriend's talented fingers and pink lips still occupy the front of your mind and go straight to your core. The suspended smell of smoke in the air is so resemblant of your boyfriend it’s almost intoxicating and results in your mind being only filled with thoughts of him; all social expectations and fears are quelled purely by the overwhelming distraction that is Matty. You nod and hum absentmindedly to the girls’ conversation at the table, their subtle smirks giving away that they know very well where your mind has vanished off to as your fingers begin to drum energetically on the table, your body language practically oozing unrest.

You begin to notice the alcohol’s buzz beginning to wear off, melted ice being all that’s left in the pitcher. One of the girls nods to you, breaking your attention from the realm of smutty daydreaming and gestures her head back inside the pub, “Why don’t you go inside and get some more? Give him something else to look at” her smile wide and entertained, her eyes shining with mischief as you make out a wink from behind the shadowed lenses of her sunglasses. You nod, smiling, appreciating the sudden development of a plan. You stand, brushing off your already rather short dress of imaginary lint, just giving yourself another action to use up your excess energy. As you pick up the empty pitcher and quickly drop a glance towards Matty, who of course is already looking at you with eyes resemblant of an abandoned puppy as he looks over the dark lenses of his sunglasses. You see a quick smile grace his features, (the cause of which a mystery to you) and the stray hairs on the top of his head sticking to his forehead slightly due to the sheen of sweat covering him, the sight shouldn’t have as much of an effect on you as it does, sending another wave of heat through your body as you imagine scraping your fingers through the coarse short hair at the sides and brushing back those loose hairs of his mohawk, tugging slightly as you do so. You drop your head to dispel these thoughts and push your way back through the door into the bar, dropping the pitcher back onto the bartop, ready to order another round for the girls. Your mouth just opened to speak when you feel a gentle hand grab your wrist, turning quickly in alarm you’re immediately relieved to see the dishevelled hair and dark eyes of your boyfriend. An apologetic look graces his features for a second, his hand dropping to yours and squeezing, his voice low and gravelly when he says “Follow me”. This is the first you’ve heard his voice in nearly an hour and it alone has the power to have your knees buckle. He must sense the question ready to spill from your lips, as his voice becomes more demanding “Now, darlin”. His authoritative tone erases any other thoughts you may have as you begin to follow his loudly booted feet into what you recognise to be a stall in the men’s bathrooms.

As thankful as you are that your boyfriend is as needy for your body as you are his, the public nature of this rendezvous does bubble a bit of panic into your chest, a feeling that is immediately forgotten as his toned hands grab your face and he slots his lips onto yours. The suddenness of the action catching you by surprise but still eliciting a neediness in you as you push your body impossibly close to his, kissing him back with pent up fervour that has been brewing beneath your skin since he put on that leather jacket before leaving the flat hours ago. The residual alcohol and danger of the situation heightens your senses and you swear you could floatl from how euphoric you felt, Matty acting as your own personal drug, the taste of alcohol and smoke on his lips going straight to your head. A breathy laugh escapes your throat as you rest your head in the crook of his neck while he attacks yours with kisses and small bites that you just know will need to be extensively covered tomorrow.

“Matty someone will hear us” your voice hushed and restrained as you try your best to repress the wanton moan that has been threatening to spill from your lips since the moment he touched you at the bar.

He pulls back from your neck to deliver a quick and frenzied “Good. Let them. Once they see my beautiful girlfriend they’ll know why I couldn’t wait any longer” that is more panted than spoken into the side of your neck. His hands are like vices on your waist, forever squeezing and gripping at the skin there, as if no matter how much he touched you it would never be enough to satisfy him. His words elicit a whimper from your throat beyond your control, a knowing smirk into your neck being his response.

You move to return the favour, sucking dark bruises into his neck, his grunts and deep breaths from above you your own personal melody as your hands run through the long mop of hair on the top of his head, tugging on the strands then lightly scratching through the buzzed hairs on the sides, making sure to kiss the exposed skin behind his ear, knowing how it makes him crumble, this clear in the small restrained whimper that is only audible due to your extreme proximity; you two are practically one entity as you’re pressed up so closely together in this stall. Matty’s hands make quick work of sliding under your dress and ghosting over your ass, his fingers surprising you in their sudden desperation as they grope and squeeze at the skin there. His hips grind instinctively into yours, both of you sharing the same air as you gasp in synchronicity, normally you’d find something poetic in that action but your brain was so hazy with thoughts of Matty that nothing else would compute. Your skin burned with need for him and the more you kissed and licked at his skin the more your world began to centre around the delicious smokey smell that clung to his hands and his clothes, and you grow a little jealous at its ability to be in constant proximity to him, the smell lingering on him like it was inherent to his being, a factor you adored about him.

Your hands instinctively move to unbuckle his belt, however his lithe fingers move to shadow over your wrists, dropping a gentle kiss to your head “As much as I am desperate for you to do that darlin’, I will not be able to control myself if we go that far right now”. He kisses away the small pout that has formed on your lips, his nose momentarily nudging yours as he rests his forehead on yours “I promise I’ll make it up to us both when we get home but right now I’d rather not have both of us walk back to our friends and the rest of the pub smelling of sex, we’d never hear the end of it”.

Your voice whispers in a poor attempt to hide your desperation and surprise at his audacity “That’s not fair Matty you’ve literally been eyefucking me all night and now you wanna be all responsible? You’re such a cockblock”. He barks out a laugh at this and threads his hands into your hair, pulling and stroking at the strands, “I’m being responsible. I’m trying out something new” he jests, dropping a quick kiss to your nose.

You drop your head to his chest, kissing the exposed ink that peeks out from the collar of his shirt. “I don’t know if I like it” you mumble with a smile, hands grabbing at any piece of him you can salvage.

“You're so evil Matty, you’re such a tease”. He almost coos at your flustered state “Trust me I know the feeling sweetheart, it is taking every single ounce of self control I have to not flip up this excuse for a dress and have you against this wall until the only word you can say is my name”.

You give an exasperated moan at this into his chest and hold onto him even tighter as warmth surges through you again. “You’re really not helping”, he huffs out another low laugh and lifts his finger to your chin, guiding you to look into his sparkling, lust-filled eyes, his voice earnest and seductive when he says “I promise, promise, I will make it up to you when we get home, trust me I need you too darlin’. It’s just if I didn’t touch you now I think I would have lost my mind at that pool table”. His hands now cradle your face like a precious piece of china, his slender thumb rubbing slowly across your cheek, the soothing action working to calm you both down from your shared frenzy. You lean into him again as your lips fit together, it’s a kiss filled with want and the hanging desire of what’s promised and you have to force yourself to pull away from him. You truly think he could steal all the air from your lungs and you’d let him, as long as you were kissing him you could die happy.

He gives you one last quick peck and fixes any of your smudged lipstick and smooths out any wrinkles on your dress, his hands ghosting over your skin a little longer than one would deem innocent. You too try to get him presentable, giggling as you wipe away the lipstick on his lips with your thumb and run your hands through his mohawk a few more times than necessary, loving the feeling of his dark locks passing through your fingers.

Together you exit the bathroom, your skin already turning red with the fear that people will know what you’ve been up to. Matty tells you to wait by him while he orders another pitcher for the girls and drinks for himself and the boys, his hand absentmindedly grabbing yours while you wait at the bar, empathising with how embarrassed you must be feeling but also not so secretly revelling in it, his dominant streak momentarily taking over.

You pass through the door to outside once again, squinting at the sun that threatens your vision as you emerge. The girls whistle at your reappearance, giggles floating through the air at your flushed appearance and nervous smile. You avoid all the staring eyes, the boys too grinning knowingly in yours and Matty’s direction. You separate from him as you set the pitcher down at your shared table, your blush definitely giving away the answer to any question as to what you were up to.

“Sorry for the wait guys, there was a queue” you hurry out, still refusing to make eye contact, knowing you’ll crack and start laughing as soon as you do. Charli laughs and nods unconvinced, her voice mockingly slow “Yeah, sure there was”. This sets the girls off laughing, you soon join in, your head falling to your hands in embarrassment. The boys too now looking over your direction and laughing, George patting Matty on the back, his cheeks now matching yours in their cherry pink state, the blush creeping all over your chest adding to pigment you’ve already gained from the sun’s heat. What you don’t see in your all-consuming fit of embarrassment is Hann reaching over to Matty’s neck to wipe off some remaining lipstick that stains there, his smile is infectious amongst the boys as they poke fun over Matty’s flustered state. Once you all recover from your fit of giggles you look up from your hands over to Matty who is, of course, already looking at you. He mouths the words "I’m so in love with you", his bright smile is back and so contagious that the blush on your cheeks immediately becomes immovable, a smile in your words too as you mouth back back, "I’m so in love with you too, Matty". His perfect smile graces your eyes as he returns to his game with the boys, his attention more focused on the game than before, his hands only ever leaving the cue to push the dark strands of hair that fall in front of his vision back into their assigned place. He only ever looks up to you every now and again to wink, an action filled with so much desire and expectation for when you get home, the subtlety making your whole body flush with excitement and the impatience to get back to the flat to see what awaits you grows even stronger.

#also CLIFFHANGER ????? sorry not sorry #it was long enough editing was a nightmare #i am SO SO sorry this took so long #im not very happy with this one i feel like it's very long with no real plot or reward #but this has been sitting in my docs for so long that i've probably grown to hate it #anyways mohawk matty supremacy #illegal to read this and not picture mohawk matty #imagine matty wearing the boots in the pic AND a leather jacket ?? exactly #also mentioned charli because she's my wife #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy #the 1975 x reader #the 1975 fic #i write 1975 fiction wtf is my life #k!'s fics

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cthulhusstepmom · 1 year

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Ghost is observant. He's always been, even before it was his job. It kept him safe, safe from his father's worst moods, safe from bullies at school, safe from the inevitable deterioration of all of his relationships.

So when Soap starts acting suspicious he feels his heart start to sink. He's a big enough person to admit that he's been selfish with Soap, allowed himself to indulge in genuine companionship; allowed something dangerous to develop. But what choice does he have? The thought of leaving now and denying himself the simple warmth of John MacTavish is almost a physical pain. So it should be a relief when Johnny starts to pull away, it saves Ghost from being the one to do it. But for once in his long trail of broken hearts and slowly withering relationships, Ghost doesn't want it to end.

So he clings on. He seeks him out more often, snaps and snarls at the thought of Soap going out of his sight. He lays there listening as Soap wakes with a haunted scream, internally wrestling with himself until he gathers the courage to cross the hall and knock, his cheeks heating when Soap answers the door in just his boxers. He kicks himself when Soap redirects and prepares to bow out and take the dismissal respectfully when Johnny offers to come and sit with him and his traitorous heart soars in his chest. Soap is giving him this and he'll take it with gratitude. They sit together in the rec room for hours, watching the fish sleep peacefully until Soap has drifted off and his tea is in danger of spilling in his limp hand. He briefly considers taking Johnny back to his room but he rationalizes that there is a reason the Soap didn't want him in there and it really isn't his business. So he sits there and he observes. Simply watching the slight rise and fall of Johnny's chest as he sleeps on the tattered couch. Indulging in the domesticity of it all.

When a knock jars him awake in the middle of the night he's unsure what he expects but Soap delirious and bleeding was certainly not on the top of that list. A small lick of pride flares inside of him that Soap would come to him before medical, which brings with it quiet concerns and many questions. Still he brings Johnny inside and sits him gently on his bed, stepping into his bathroom to quickly grab his personal first aid kit.

Soap is saying something when he gets back, so deep in his accent that it doesn't even register as words. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Ghost reverently takes his arm and starts to wipe at it with a damp cloth. Cleaning away the blood with quiet fervor, unsure just what could inflict such a wound on his Sergeant at this hour of the night. When the wound is revealed he flinches back.

Ghost is intimately acquainted with snake bites, has several scars buried deep in his collection that match the marks on Soap's arm, stretched and warped as they are from where he's grown since he got them.

And this is from a big fucking snake.

He looks up to Soap meets his eyes suddenly deathly sober.

"Just how'd you get this Soap?"

#CLIFFHANGER PART TWO #IM SORRY BUT IM NOT #ANGST #a smidgeon of Ghost's perspective because i love the wet cat man #tbh Ghost is just a big old retired fight dog in the shelter and Soap is the white woman coming to dedicate their entire life to him #he just needs love mannnn #on another note i may or may not be investing in my own goldfish tank soon so pray for me #in the event that happens i will post about it and 100% use it for fish person gaz content #cod mw2 #fish person gaz #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #reptile person soap #simon ghost riley

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llitchilitchi · 1 year

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[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] Part 3

#dsmp #dsmp fanart #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken fanart #c!dream #georgenotfound #georgenotfound fanart #c!george #c!george fanart #dreblr #monarchy restoration au #comic #oh my god its finally here after 3 months #Im so very hyped for this comic I hope you guys like it #leaving on a cliffhanger with this one #oh also before i forget #cw blood #sorry if the art is a little shaky I was recovering from the plague #sorry if the art is a little messy and the panels arent cleaned to your standards Im recovering from the plague

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nobody-of-importance-the-lost · 1 month

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Ok have we considered that "Without me" by Dreamhouse might fit white raven?

Small Fast Pass spoiler I guess

Especially with the divorce arc going on. Even more so with the recent chapter/episode and the next fp one

#nevermore webtoon #white raven #annabel lee nevermore #annabel lee whitlock #lenore nevermore #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee x lenore #fastpass spoilers #nevermore webcomics spoilers #spoiler #to be honest i wasn't going to fast pass but then that fucking cliffhanger #i couldn't not fast pass #i needed to know im sorry to the nonfast passers #you are stronger than me

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meimeikyu · 1 month

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tma au where,, im hapy

#im in my feels about mag 200 again #not sorry nvr sorry #wow that cliffhanger at the end of season 4 was weird huh? so funny there was never a s5 (silly)#tma #the magnus archives #magpod

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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Ok so ima just ask this since I feel like im not the only one who wants to know,

But is it okay if someone were to make an AI of some of the fantasy au charters on charter.ai? Cause if we can I mightttt make one but I doubt it cuz im lazy </3

i would ask that you please Refrain! i mean technically i can't stop you 'cause they're not my characters & you can do what you want.

but personally i'm very against "A.I" and don't want to associated with it

#yes: im an ai hater. i hope it dies so so fast #i think its the culmination of capitalism & the death of art - the two go hand in hand actually...#and i want no part in it! sorry!#its not even real ai anyhow. and real ai should be used for non-art things like planning inventory or self driving cars #because once art is machine-generated then it stops being art. writing included #SORRY sorry ranting. the whole ai thing just hits a nerve i suppose #rambles from the bog #now if y'all will excuse me. there's a new ahsoka episode to lose my Absolute fucking marbles over #fingers crossed for ezra and thrawn... fingers crossed for ezra and thrawn.....#nah one of them is just gonna appear at the end as a cliffhanger #ANYWAY-

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taetaenoway · 1 year

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Assassination Academia

My Cover for Assassination Academia: A Very Extra BNHA x Assassination Classroom Series

Art and fic by me! (taetaenoway)

Art is rework the Shonen Jump Vol 23 cover. First time ever attempting non-traditional art. I think it went pretty well!

To Become a Hero - Chapter 12: To Make a Gambit IS NOW RELEASED! FINALLY!! I THOUGHT IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN *LE SOBS*

Preview: Before this whole Civil War exercise even started, Hitoshi looked Karasuma in the eye and said, “This is going to go to shit.”

#im so sorry i abandoned yall for two years #i adopted a fur baby and got queerplatonically married wbu #i swear i didn't forget about this fic #first digital art pls be kind #not first fic feel free to hate #i return after so long only to cause more pain and suffering with an even bigger cliffhanger #this brings me no joy #thats a lie #all the joy #assassination classroom #bnha #bnha crossover #bnha art #assassination classroom art #fanfiction #shinsou hitoshi #midoriya izuku

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thetimelordbatgirl · 2 months

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I said this when Fate The Winx Saga got a season 2 but: how the fuck is shows like Live Action Avatar The Last Airbender getting seasons 2 and 3, meanwhile shows like Julie And The Phantoms and Lockwood and Co are getting cancelled on season 1 and on cliffhangers.

#these are the shows i've watched btw #i know alot of others have been cancelled by netflix on S1 and on cliffhangers #or alot of shows havent been given further seasons despite the shows needing it or fans wanting it #but like...the fact that netflix wont give any seasons to this stuff #but to live action atla who literally showed they dont understand atla in one season alone....#god toph im sorry in advance....your gonna get screwed like katara and suki did in the writing alone....

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foster-the-moths · 10 months

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Tymbal (Septendecim AU)

Warnings: Body Horror, Suicidal Ideation, Use of a Gun.

Adam and Jonah make it back to HQ. They are not the only ones to do so.

1,538 words. Sequel to Exuvia.

"We're here," Adam's voice calls, startling Jonah out of his half-awake haze. The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, washing the world in a dull blue light. They blink, everything coming back to them in a flash: Adam needs medical attention, badly, and Jonah needs to get him into the apartment.

They unbuckle their seatbelt, fumbling around with one hand until they hear a click as it releases, fighting until they are unrestrained by it. He leans forwards, bringing up a hand to claw at the car door until he finds the handle, yanking on it and toppling out of the backseat. Maybe they should have been a bit more graceful, the movement aggravates his headache, the dull ache rousing into a spike of pain as their head spins. They catch their balance, and brace both hands on their knees to keep steady, taking a moment to wait for the world to stand still. He heaves out a sigh, and straightens, using an arm to brace himself against the car as he trudges to the driver's side.

He almost does a double-take as he sees Adam's actual face through the reflections of the car window, but as they make their way over to the window, their own shadow obscures the light bouncing off of the glass, and he can once again see the grotesquely distorted image of his best friend. That is not him, that is not Adam. Adam is dead. He sighs, rubbing his temple with a wince. it was… disconcerting to see he was still hallucinating, but it was useful to know certain things could break the illusion.

They shake the musings off, they had more important things to worry about. They tug on the handle of the driver's side door, grimacing at the nagging pain that flares up in protest.

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Adam does not want to get out of the car. If he gets out of the car, then he has to move its his disgusting body. If he gets out of the car, then he will have to tell Jonah the truth. Despite this, when Jonah opens the car door, he twists his body so he is facing the outside world, and tentatively paws at the ground with its his left leg. Although he had walked on it before, he's still surprised when it manages to hold his weight instead of buckling and sending him sprawling to the floor. The bones creak as they lock together, and the feeling of it sends shivers up his spine, but there is only a muted ache of discomfort rather than pain.

Jonah offers out an arm to Adam, who grasps it as he tries to haul his body up and out of the driver's seat fully, swinging his right leg forward.

He stumbles, and Jonah strengthens their grip, bringing their other arm to rest on Adam's back. The rest of its his right leg follows him like a revolting shadow, trailing on the asphalt as it he shuffles forward. Ever since he had woken up, it seemed his body could not decide whether he was in pain, completely numb, or in some sort of state of not-pain, but agony nonetheless. He grasps Jonah's arm and shoulder like a lifeline as they slam the car's door closed, then readjust to help Adam to the front door.

Each step to the apartment is its own circle of hell, and by the time Jonah is fishing the keys out of his pocket, it Adam wants to shove himself away from them and scream. It he cringes as the key turns in the lock, the sounds of it reminding him of bones breaking and distorting, slotting into places they shouldn't. He holds onto Jonah tighter. The door opens, swinging inwards, and Jonah beelines for the couch, heaving Adam towards it as its his limbs trip over themselves in an attempt to move. They finally reach it, and Adam simply lets itself himself fall forwards, collapsing on it face-first.

"Shit, man, be careful! You said you have broken bones, you can't just do that!" Jonah yelps, off-balance from the unexpected shift in weight.

"Jonah--," Adam starts, but is quickly cut off.

"I mean, seriously, i know you're probably exhausted but you have got to take better care of yourself. We can't go to a doctor, and I don't know anything about medical care! And unless Sarah has some secret medical degree, I don't think that we--"

"Jonah!" Adam shouts, a sharp jab of anger clouding his thoughts, before fading as quickly as it materialized. It he gives up on trying to get comfortable on the couch, slumping into the cushions.

"…Yeah?"

"…It doesn't even hurt. None of it does," Adam says, voice barely above a whisper. He isn't lying, the 'pain' that isn't really pain at all has stopped, if only for a moment.

Jonah seems to misconstrue the implications of Adam's statement, "Shit, okay, you must be in shock, just let me get Sarah's laptop and--"

"Jonah. We both know that's not true," Adam cuts in harshly. This has gone on for long enough, he can't keep pretending like this. He pauses, taking a breath to center himself, and asks the question he dreads knowing the answer to, "You… can see me, can't you?"

"…What do you mean?" Jonah asks, voice quiet. Adam sees through it, they know what he is asking.

"If this were a hallucination, then you wouldn't be able to see this too," Adam presses on, ignoring how sick the words make it him feel, "I know that you can see this."

Jonah shifts, looking away in discomfort. "I… I don't know what you're talking about. See what?"

"Jonah… what do i look like to you right now?" Adam inquires, already knowing the answer.

Jonah does not even look at him as he answers, "Normal. There's nothing wrong, you-you're fine."

"Jonah, look at me," Adam heaves out a dry laugh. "You're not even looking at me, and you want me to believe that? Just tell me the truth."

Jonah finally lifts his head to meet its his gaze, and Adam can now feel the slightest bit of fear in the air. Strangely, it is anxiety, not dread, and it is not directed towards him, but it wants it to be. It wants Jonah to be afraid of it. It shoves it down, but its own thoughts leave it feeling ill nonetheless. It does not deserve to pretend to be Adam Murray anymore, not after that.

Just as Jonah opens their mouth to respond, there is a click of a doorknob turning, and they both freeze, stiffening at the jarring sound, neither daring to make a noise. They both turn, slowly, to face the front door just as it begins to open with a strained creak. It swings outwards, revealing Sarah, hand on the doorknob and head turned downwards as she scuffs dirt and snow off her boots, not yet looking at either of them.

"Hey. Have either of you seen… my…" Sarah starts, and then trails off as she finally looks up, eyes unfocused until they land on Adam. She pauses, perplexed, trying to make sense of what she is seeing, the pieces not connecting into anything that makes sense. Until they finally snap into place, and she sees the full image in front of her. Adam can tell the moment she does, because it floods the entire room in a heavy miasma of dread.

"What the fuck is that!?" she croaks, her voice squeaking at the end, too terrified to even scream as she locks eyes with it. It almost leans towards her, to bask in the terror that radiates from her like rays from the sun, but it forces itself to stay still. It tells itself it does not want her fear, it may not be Adam, but it will not allow itself to stoop down to the level of a monster. It was still pathetically desperate to cling to its own non-existent humanity, after all. Such a shame.

"S-Sarah? Oh, wait- what?" Jonah starts, stops, starts again, and then seems to give up, head whipping back and forth between Sarah and Adam as if failing to keep up with a high-speed chase. It couldn't understand why, every moment seemed painfully drawn-out to it, making it process every detail, whether it wanted to or not.

Sarah jolts out of her stupor, and its eyes follow her hand as she reaches for something from her side with a frantic fervor.

Ah.

It knows what is going to happen before Sarah even rips her gun from the holster on her belt. It knows she never hesitates to pull the trigger, and it knows she will not hesitate this time, either. And as a flash of steel is leveled towards its head, it thinks that maybe it is better this way. Or maybe it is just a coward. It does not have time to ponder this, there is only a flash, a deafening sound it does not have time to process, and the world imploding in on itself into nothingness.

It thinks it may be screaming, but it cannot tell, because it does not exist anymore.

#remember when i said 'things get worse'. yeah. they still get worse LMAO #adam murray #jonah marshall #sarah heathcliff #the mandela catalogue #tmc septendecim au #tw: gun #tw: body horror #tw: suicidal ideation #ask to tag #im. so so so sorry for the cliffhanger. but also. not realy :3 #im not as satisfied w this one bc it feels a bit. rushed ig? idk. but now i get to work on jonah and sarah povs ^^#also. not 100% sure how to tag this so. if u think i should tag something please let me know!!!

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wonder-falcon · 1 year

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i remember when voltage would go around asking ppl who posted like 5+ screenshots of any lovestruck book to take those posts down 😭😭 look where we are now 😭😭😭😭

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #like 😭😭😭 why were they so adamant abt it #up in my dms and all #we have to pump up the popularity yall 💔 what am i supposed to do with 4 screenshots #can you tell i miss vivienne #like i never finished her route 😭😭#someone tell me what happens in the end like do they run away forever and get married and live a quiet life doing crime but for funsies #or is it a cliffhanger #WHAT HAPPENS #vivienne tang #come back to me 💔💔#there was no one like queen of thieves fr 💔#sorry i ever lost interest but im back now so pranks over u can come back too 🥹🥹#i still have the app like #it doesnt work anymore but well 🥹#the juliette icon will stay there forever 🥹#i cant even remember the name of juliettes series anymore this is so serious 😭#the one where theyre smexy spies and have animal super powers or smth #juliette was a bat #i dont remember anyone elses names 🥹

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nymph1e · 9 months

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So I just found out that people are Genuinely Pissed at this ending because if the show is cancelled, it gives Aziraphale and Crowley a bad ending. Of course, giving queer characters a bad ending is almost as bad as queercoding the fuck out of characters only to call people who see the coding (queer people) delusional.

I... can see where these people are coming from. HOWEVER I think ignoring how FANTASTIC good omens season 2 was as a queer show is a mistake, and starting a witch hunt because the creators decided not to compromise their storytelling out of fear is not the right direction to go in.

All my life, I've wanted queer stories that were normal. I've wanted queer stories that weren't about being queer. Stories where main characters doing main character things just so happened to be queer. Queer stories that weren't about AIDS or hate crimes or coming out of the closet, or gay politics. And all my life I've been crushed with the sheer weight of the disdain the rest of the world has for us.

We aren't the main characters in non-queer-focused stories. We are side characters and, as the people who are mad are pointing out, we don't get happy endings.

But. Things are changing. Steven Universe, She-Ra, Good Omens, wwdits, ofmd, Sandman, more that I can't think of off the top of my head. It's small, but 10 years ago it was unimaginable.

It means something that this season was so unapologetically queer. It means something that Neil Gaiman took queercoded characters in a work he and his friend made in 1990, and said, "you know what? Yeah, they're in love. It is real, whether we intended it initially or not".

I can understand if you're mad. I get that you're afraid that this will be it, this will be yet another story where queer people don't get a happy ending. I'm scared too. And if you want to stay mad I don't blame you. But I think intentions are important. I think having queerness treated with respect is worth the risk of having our hearts broken.

#good omens #im drunk so sorry if this is rambly #i guess i wanted to explain why i wasnt mad #like im mad because UGH CLIFFHANGER #but im not heatt shattered because damn i trusted when i shouldnt have yet AGAIN mad #good omens spoilers

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i-eat-worlds · 4 months

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Alex & Friends Part 21-Hurry Up and Wait

Wolfman, Elemental, Phoenix belong to @pigeonwhumps

cw: revenge, hostage situations, violence, blood

Avia tried not to hold her breath as she creeped through the tunnel with the rest of the heroes. As they approached, she could hear the quiet hum of the force-field growing louder. The tunnel was long and straight, walls lined with pipes and wiring.

Wolfman raised his fist, signaling them to stop. Everyone pressed themselves against the side walls, hoping that the team up top would be able to convince them to lower their shields. They waited for what seemed like ages, staring at the light purple mirage that prevented them from going any further.

At last, the force field finally dissipated, humming slowly fading away. Wolfman gestured for them to move forward. They advanced until they came upon a ladder that led out of the tunnel. After they double-checked the number to make sure they had the correct pier, Elemental climbed up the ladder.

With a well placed hand and a little channeling of fire, he melted the lock open and swung the door open. Avia fell in with the rest of the team as they ascended the ladder. The ladder’s passageway grew tight around them, and she could feel her back just barely brushing against the opposite side.

They came to a halt on the ladder, waiting for Wolfman to relay to them that it was time to go. Avia leaned back, resting her bum on the opposite side of the passageway so her legs wouldn’t get too tired. She tried to listen in, but she couldn’t hear anything because of the solid block of concrete the passage was encased in. There was nothing but silence.

She leaned her head against the wall. INSUPA always took her to the nicest places.

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The pit in Alex’s stomach deepened as Eric led them up to the higher deck. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, and she willed it to stay down. Now was not the time for this. Eric had committed to the act, standing behind her and gripping her like she was a captive. He’d spared her the cuffs, thank goodness. They always gave her massive headaches.

“We’re here,” Eric called voice somehow steady. “Show yourself.” He squeezed her wrist comfortingly.

Ice cold fear stabbed at her heart as Zorland stepped out from behind some machinery. He was holding a terrified hero against his chest, pressing a claw against their throat. The hero was covered in blood, most of it fresh. She soon realized why; Zorland had deeply cut the side of their throat with his claw. The hero was definitely immortal, then.

Prison had taken Zorland’s grandeur. Stubble had filled in his once clean-shaven jaw, and exorbitantly priced suits he used to fawn over had been replaced by bright orange prison scrubs. His stare was still as cold and calculating as before, and he was no less terrifying.

“Good to see you again, traitorous bitch.” As he spoke, he dug his claw into the hero’s throat, and a chill ran down Alex’s spine. “I’m glad they finally figured out what you're worth, Olena.” He practically spat her name.

“Give us Firebird, Zorland,” Eric said, ignoring his speech.

“Do you have my boat?” He asked instead. “Have they given me immunity?” Slowly, he started to press his claw down harder.

“Boat’s waiting for you down there.” Eric pointed at the orange watercraft floating in the water. “Immunity’s in the works. But we can’t go anywhere until you give me Firebird.”

“Give her to me first.” He demanded, pulling the bleeding hero closer.

“Count of three?” Eric suggested. His comms were open, so Wolfman could hear.

“Count of three,” Zorland agreed. Alex’s stomach did a backflip as Eric adjusted his grip on her back. “Three…”

“Two…”

“One.”

Taglist: @/pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump

#worlds babbles #whump #revenge #hostage situation #violence #blood #whump writing #alexoc #aviaoc #sorry about the cliffhanger #(im not)

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