#okay i've gone down a rabbit hole

[taliskermortem]

who left who a voicemail?

yoonghee - "hello, it’s yoonghee, i received a lot of comfort from you, i want to say thank you, so i leave this message to you"

personally, i don’t think it’s seonwoo. the captions are a bit misleading because they say he’s going to cheer for seonwoo’s future right before he speaks but and i suppose it could be but i’m not convinced. he also says he wants to say sorry and express his feelings between friends which i guess could be seonwoo if yoonghee is wanting to put the feelings to bed and just be friends with him but it doesn’t sound like seonwoo to me. so who? my guess would be jeongwook. they’re definitely close and he knows jeongwook has feelings for him so that could be the sorry part? i’m honestly not sure. could also be a bit of a curveball and be for junseong because they’ve had some good talks but seems less likely to me.

final guess: jeongwook

jeongwook - "[in english] hi, see you soon, bye"

first of all, please tell me other people also thought it was hilarious that he said because there was no time limit, he had thought a lot more about it and then came out with this? but as to who? i don’t think it’s yoonghee. i think he’s trying to go down a different path because he understands yoonghee is not interested in him like that. this is also an incredibly awkward and cute message which seems more like something you’d say to someone new? but who? maybe hyeongjoon, they seem to have a lot in common and enjoyed their date. honestly this one i really have no idea about.

final guess: hyeongjoon

hyeongjin - "don’t pine over others, play with me, i’ll wait for you, good night"

to preface this message he said ‘i need to push him’ and this is a pretty bold message, like this boy has guts. the obvious one would be minseong because of the whole love triangle thing but i’m honestly not sure that it is. my first instinct was that it was seonwoo because of some other stuff hyeongjin said this episode. but he first said he had three guys he was interested in, which i think are minseong, seonwoo and yoonghee but that he was now interested in a fourth which came out in the jenga game. i could be totally wrong but i think it might be junseong. now junseong is definitely pining and everyone knows that, yoonghee is also pining and a case could be made for seonwoo pining for seongho but i’m less convinced by that but i see how if you were in the house you would think that. minseong isn’t exactly pining but i guess it fits into the love triangle thing. so yeah this one i’m very curious about, hyeongjin is a bit of a wild card i think.

final guess: seonwoo

seonwoo - "seongho, it’s seonwoo, when i first met you, i never thought i’d leave you a message, but then we met, i wanted to know more about you, that alone made me think it’s something special, so thank you, bye"

okay we know this one, it’s seongho

answer: seongho

junseong - "hello seongho, i can't see anyone else except you, i'm sure i'll keep liking you, see you inside, over"

i mean we knew this one before he even went in the box didn't we, it's seongho

answer: seongho

seongho - "i want to say this to you, so i sent this voice message, see you later"

okay at this point i'll admit that i'm very biased and deperately want to believe that he's left this for junseong. so i'm not sure if i'm just making things fit the way i want them too or if it's actually the case. the two possibilities are seonwoo and junseong, unless seongho really wants to throw in a curveball obviously. personally, i don't think it's seonwoo because seongho was a bit annoyed and confused with him leading up to this and if it was seonwoo i feel like some of that would have come out? he would have mentioned it, a bit like hyeongjoon later does to minseong. this message is simple and sweet and echoes junseong's 'see you inside' with 'see you later', they're very much on the same wavelength i feel. also he says before he goes in that he's fifty-fifty but he has already made his feelings to seonwoo very clear and therefore maybe he wants to even that out by leaving junseong a message as well, so that he knows that he is interested. ugh. this one has been hauting me and i'm so scared i'm going to be disappointed but every time i think about it i just can't picture it being something he'd say to seonwoo whereas it's absolutely something he'd say to junseong. but what do i know.

final guess: junseong

hyeongjoon - "minseong-ah, you gave me the cookies but you turned to someone else, what's going on with you? you have to explain it, you know"

we know this one too, it's minseong

answer: minseong

minseong - "hyeong, i don't know who you like, i'm curious about this, so i leave you this message, i'm just a little curious, guess who i am"

yahhh i'm kind of mad at him because of this one but, it's hyeongjin. which fair enough, he does say he has to satisfy his curiousity because i think he knows that if he calls hyeongjoon it will be reciprocated and he might never get the chance to figure out what he feels for hyeongjin but. but. after the effort hyeongjoon went through to make sure minseong understood his feeling when it was clearly something that didn't come naturally or comfortably this definitely stung. because yah, minseong-ah you really do need to explain yourself to him.

answer: hyeongjin

#his man 2 #okay i've gone down a rabbit hole #i'm so sorry #i literally never watch dating shows but this one has me totally hooked and i blame it on those stupid roommates #please please tell me what you guys think - do you agree or disagree have a missed something completely and i being delusional spill the te

[jooyeone]

@ the rose anon 🌹

#not posting ur ask like you asked but i also want to keep it with me forever so i hope this is an okay enough way to say thank you :') #from the bottom of my heart thank you so so much. i've been reading your words over and over again #and i can't tell u how much hearing this means to me and how warm and lovely and sweet your message is 😭 #you'll be happy to know i've gone down a rabbit hole w/ the rose and it's REALLY becoming a problem #woosung specifically is becoming a problem. his VOICE. his cute hand mannersisms. his SMILE- #i've been listening to and watching sooo many live performances in the span of less than 24 h it's embarrassing DHDFHSJD #and ty but! busan jimin has done enough he needs to sit in a corner for a while 🤚 #but he definitely helped and YOU even more so :') ❤️ #sending you so much love i hope you're having an amazing week so far darling! xx #answered #anon

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖(𝒓 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚)

Park Seonghwa X afab!gn!reader

Summary: With your boyfriend away on tour, you started missing him in more ways than one. Maybe a phone call is all you need to fix it.

WC: 2.5k

CW: Smut, fluff, some angst at the end

Smut Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk (SO much), mutual masturbation, handjob, clit play, toys, slight dacryphilia (?)

Your dear, loving boyfriend had embarked on another tour. Another many months of traveling, performing, all without you by his side. 

It had hardly been a month and you were already tired of it. 

You thought you'd get used to it, seeing how he was gone a lot when he wasn't on tour, but this was different. He was constantly in a different place, and more often than not, he was still busy when he wasn't performing. So even if you wanted to chase him down somehow, it would be incredibly difficult. And expensive. 

So you were left alone, in your apartment, without your boyfriend. 

It especially became problematic when you'd be laying in watching his performances. You went down a rabbit hole, finding the many gifs and clips, watching your talented, hot ass boyfriend grind and thrust his hips and wish he'd do it on you. 

It didn't even take long before you were squeezing your thighs together to elevate the pressure. 

The few times you'd tried to get yourself off with Seonghwa since he'd left hadn't been fun. You could get it done, sure, but it didn't feel as good without him. 

So you called Seonghwa. 

You balled up the blanket in your fist as it rang, counting them, expecting the disappointment of going to voice-mail. 

“Hi jagi!” 

And you sighed in relief when you heard his voice. 

“Hi love.” 

On the other end, Seonghwa actually had a few hour break. They'd gotten to the hotel earlier than planned and had plenty of time before the rehearsals. So he was in his bed thinking of calling you. 

“How are you? You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said with a sigh. “I just miss you.” 

“I miss my jagi too.” 

His voice through the phone was enough to send chills down your spine and straight to your already soaking cunt. You bit your lip to not accidentally let a noise slip. 

“Are you feeling okay? Are you tired?” 

“No, no.” Seonghwa shook his head, as if you could've seen that. “I took a nap not too long ago and I've got some time before our show.” He smiled to himself. “And seeing your name pop up made me feel amazing.” 

Your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile at that. But in the back of your mind, the little needy voice whispered “Yes, this is perfect, he has time.” 

“You're sweet,” you breathed, rubbing your thighs together again. You rolled your eyes back at the small but powerful movement, making hot bolts of pleasure shoot up through your bones. “I'm glad you're okay.” Your voice was growing more strained as you were trying to hide your obvious growing desire. 

You didn't want to spring the idea on Seonghwa too soon, you didn't want him to think you only wanted him for sex. Of course you didn't, you'd been calling him almost every day just to hear his voice, checking to see what timezone he was in to do so. 

But it seemed really shitty to call your boyfriend up and immediately ask him for sex, didn't it? 

You wanted to ask in a better way, but Seonghwa could hear your heavy breaths and the slight whine in your voice. 

“Are you okay, angel?” The pet name shouldn't have made you whine. 

“I'm okay, I just…” You trailed off, and sighed as you stopped your movements completely. “I was watching your performances, and I got horny, and so I called you, but I didn't want to seem like it was just that, I wanted to call you for more than just sex.” You were babbling endlessly, trying to make sure Seonghwa didn't misunderstand your intentions. 

But lucky for you, your loving boyfriend was willing to provide. 

“I can help you.” Your eyes went wide as his voice slipped into a deeper tone, and this time, you couldn't help but whimper. “Aww, that desperate? My poor baby, I'll take care of you.” 

“Thank you,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together again, tighter than before. 

“Of course.” You could hear his smirk through the phone. “Strip yourself down, beautiful. Completely.”

You did as he commanded, putting your phone on speaker and stripping your clothes off, flinging them to some random part of the bedroom. You yanked the blanket off your body to expose yourself to the room, and shivered as the cool air hit your dripping cunt. 

“Okay, done.” 

“Now rub your clit. Slow little circles. Don't speed up until I tell you, okay?” 

“Okay-”

“And let me hear all your pretty moans.” 

Chills raced over you again as you ran your hand down your body to your cunt, gathering up some of your slick and slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You dropped your head back and whined, pleasure shooting up through your body again, 

You let out a small whine, trying to not sound too desperate too early. Until you let out a soft “oppa.” 

And that was all it took for Seonghwa's pants to grow tighter. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling his eyes back. “What was that, jagi?” 

You hadn't called him that title for some time. You both had gotten too wrapped up in the “mommy” title and almost forgot about the other one. 

“Oppa? Do you not want me to?” 

“No, keep saying it.” Seonghwa switched which hand was holding the phone and reached down to undo the tie on his sweats. 

You closed your eyes and let out a louder, longer whine of his beloved title. He groaned and rubbed himself over his pants, biting his lip. 

“Good baby,” he whispered. “Fuck, you've got me hard too.” 

“Maybe this can help as a stress reliever,” you said with a soft giggle. Seonghwa smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, it would.” He groaned again as he pulled his pants and boxers down enough to pull his cock out and stroke himself. He closed his eyes and sighed, imagining it was you instead. 

“What I wouldn’t give to have you here, to help me relax.” He stifled a moan when he ran his thumb over the tip. “Split you open, make you cream all over my cock.” 

You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you. The slow pace your were rubbing your clit at wasn’t enough. “Oppa, can I go faster? Please?” 

“Yes jagi,” he breathed. “Go faster, imagine it’s me.” 

You already were. You were already imagining it was his hand playing with your clit instead of yours, imagining that he was between your legs, that he was still here with you. 

Seonghwa smiled when he heard your moans and whimpers get louder. “Aww, you sound so precious.” He stroked himself faster too. “So cute, God, I with I could fuck you. Fuck you full of my cum, my babies.” 

Your whole body shuddered and you let out a broken cry, whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips, panting out “oppa” over and over. It only made him harder and harder, more sensitive, craving the feeling of your soft, warm cunt around his cock instead of his hand. 

“Want them so bad,” you breathed, choking on your own noises. “I wanna fuck myself so bad.” You whimpered as your fingers strayed to your pulsing hole, craving to be fucked full. “I want you to fuck me.” 

“Imagine it’s me.” Seonghwa gulped as he squeezed his cock a little, running his tongue over his lips. “Fuck your hole and imagine it’s me-” He cut off with a moan. “Pretend it’s me inside your pretty hole.” 

You scrambled to grab your dildo you had stored beside your bed. Once you hand, you made yourself comfortable again, spreading your legs wide, and slowly pushed the toy inside. 

You let out a loud whine as the toy slowly filled you up. “Oppa, feels so good,” you whimpered. 

Seonghwa’s tongue fell out of his mouth as his breathing got heavier, his eyes still closed, pumping his cock and imagining you on top of him. “I know, jagi.” He whined as he sped up again. “Keep going, make yourself feel good.” 

You slowly fucked yourself with the toy, your legs falling even farther open than before. You were completely lost in your fantasy, imagining he was here, that it was him who was fucking you and making you lose your mind. 

“You stretch me out so far,” you babbled. “Make my hole take you, feels so fucking good.” 

God, you’d be the death of him. Seonghwa’s thighs started shaking, sweat sliding down his face. He smirked as his tongue poked out again. 

“Such a filthy fucking slut,” he muttered. “Yeah? Feels good? I feel good when I stretch out your pretty hole? Getting all deep inside?” He was going into his own daze, bordering on drunk, losing himself in the abyss of pleasure. 

“Yes!” You cried. “Please, go faster, I need you!” 

“I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as you want, I’ll fuck you dumb, my precious little slut.” 

Your hand unconsciously sped up, fucking yourself deeper and faster, hitting your spot just the way you needed it. You cried out louder, screaming Seonghwa’s title, arching your back off the bed, desperately crying out for him. 

Seonghwa sped up too, his moans getting louder, whines becoming more frequent, his hands shaking more and more, sweat was pouring down the sides of his face, running down his neck. 

“Talk to me,” you whimpered out, tears on the edges of your eyes, stuttering through your words. “Talk to me while you fuck me dumb, tell me how good I feel, how filthy I am, how good I feel on your cock.” 

Your request knocked the wind from Seonghwa’s lungs. You heard him softly choke. Some small seed of pride swelled in your chest. 

“You’re so fucking filthy,” he babbled, his voice high and shaky. “Just wanna be fucked stupid, a needly little slut, taking my cock so good. So good for me, so perfect, fuck, I wanna cum all over you.” 

 He was panting heavily, so fucking close, but he held himself back to wait for you. But he could tell you were close, and he said as much. “Wanna come for me, angel? I can hear you crying.” 

And you were, the tears were flowing down your face, desperate screams and moans ripping from your throat. You were so close, you just needed a little bit more of a push. 

You reached down and rubbed your clit, bringing you even closer, but you just needed more. More of your boyfriend’s voice. 

“Yes, I’m close,” you gasped. “I wanna come for you, oppa, wanna come for you like a good little whore.” 

Seonghwa finally let out a whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. “Come for me, come with me, be a good whore and come on my cock.” 

That’s what you needed. You tipped over the edge and your orgasm washed over you, tearing screams and cries of Seonghwa’s name from your throat, sobbing from the pleasure. 

Seonghwa was right behind you, gasping and whimpering out your name as he came all over his hand, slowly stroking himself until it was over, chanting your name the whole time. 

You both laid there in your separate beds, panting heavily, trying to get your breath back. Neither of you said anything for a bit. 

But once you opened your eyes, the reality set in again. You were alone. Seonghwa wasn’t the one who fucked you. Seonghwa was hours away. He was only a voice through your phone. 

And the tears came back stronger than ever. 

Seonghwa’s heart broke hearing you cry. He knew exactly why. This wasn’t the first time you’d been on the phone with him and cried because he wasn’t there in your bed with you. The last night he was with you, you cried yourself to sleep on his chest, telling him how much you wished you could go with him. 

“Jagi?” He called softly. “Are you okay?” 

“No,” you sobbed, rolling onto your side and grabbing one of your pillows, hugging it tight. “You’re not here, and I need you here.” 

“I know.” Seonghwa’s throat was closing up and his nose burned as tears formed in his eyes. 

You grabbed your phone and set it closer to you. “I want you to hold me, and kiss me, and tell me I did good.” You sobbed out all your words, hardly making much sense, but Seonghwa heard you well enough. 

“You did so good for me, angel,” Seonghwa said softly, like he always spoke to you after sex. “I wish I could hold you and kiss you too.” He choked up and pursed his lips, trying not to burst into tears. 

You sobbed into the pillow. “I want you home!” 

And that was all it took to break him. The tears spilled over and down Seonghwa’s cheeks, softly sobbing and whimpering, curling up in his bed and wishing your arms were around him too. He missed you as much as you missed him, he spent many nights tossing and turning without you, yearning for your touch, your kisses, your voice. 

“I know, jagi, I wanna be home with you too,” he sobbed. “I want to so badly.” 

You both cried, not knowing how to comfort the other. There was no way around this. Your boyfriend wasn’t coming home for a while. A long while. You wouldn’t see him for a long while. The idea smashes your heart to pieces all over again. 

“Can’t I come see you?” You whimpered. 

“You could, but you know it wouldn’t be more than a day.” Seonghwa sniffled and got up to clean himself up. Every movement was slow and heavy. 

“I don’t care, I just need to see you.” You got up to clean yourself up too, slowly pulling the toy out of yourself and taking it with you to clean up. 

“Then maybe if you can somehow get a flight to the next country we’re performing in, I guess.” 

It didn’t take you long to find a flight to their next country. It was expensive, yes, but you had money saved up for this. Seonghwa told you months and months before the tour was announced to the world that there was going to be one. You’d been secretly saving up since then to afford such a trip to see him. 

Your everything. Your world. The light of your life. You needed to see him. 

You laid back down in bed, tired and ready to sleep. Seonghwa had cleaned himself up and laid back down as well, promising to wait until you felt tired enough to fall asleep. 

“You’ll really be there?” He asked softly. 

“I will, love,” you said back, just as soft. Seonghwa smiled, and his heart swelled at the thought. He couldn’t wait to have you in his arms again. 

“Then you need your sleep.” 

“I know.” Your eyes were already getting heavy, along with the rest of your body. 

“Sleep well, my precious jagi. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Hwa.” 

You ended the call first. It hurt to do it, but you knew Seonghwa wasn’t going to. 

You closed your eyes and let sleep take you away to dreamland, where your beloved was waiting for you again.

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[bluemoonwolf17]

Lucifer damn! I have gone down a rabbit hole of DP x DC Au's, and no. I'm not mad about this! (OK, that's a tiny lie. I have three docs of TFP fandom that I need to finish) But anyway, I've had this idea, and yes, imma type it out since I have nothin' better to do anyway.

Also, this was loosely inspired by this amazin' writer Space-Dreams-World

And this is the thin' that inspired my dumbass to write Here!

Oh, and before I forget, I don't precisely remember how the comics go, so I'll probably just pull stuff outta my ass and call it a day (But hey, that's what Au's are for), but if it bothers you sorry, there's waaaay too much Batman lore and don't get me started on the Re-boots!

(I hope I didn't butcher your original idea too much, but I did say your writings loosely inspired this!)

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Danny, after comin' out to his parents that he's Phantom, didn't go too hot, but hey! he has multiple plans! He just didn't want to use this one...After all, who wants to live in a new dimension? He's also glad that he waited until he turned twenty-one so that he could actually leave.

Thanks to Sam siphonin' money outta her parent's money for him for years and Tucker makin' a new identity for him, a bonus is that if he went to a different dimension, it still worked!

In the end, it's better than bein' on a table in the GIW labs after his Mom turned him to said government, But it's actually not that bad. He met a cool guy named Thomas Wayne, who is really chill (Also not bad-lookin). He's been In this world for probably three years now.

He met Thomas a couple of months after he dropped into this world and set up his new name, Daniel (Danny) Nightingale. He even met his wife, Martha Wayne, And he moved into their place two years ago after he had a break-in. And it's been goin' great at this point. He's probably bein' healed hostage by both Waynes and Alfred. He's cool with it, tho!

They were even cool with him bein' a half-ghost and the King of the infinite realms, and why they found out? It was Skulker's fault. I mean, come on, who comes in at dinner and claims that he wants your pelt on his wall...Oh, wait! Skullker did. Yeah, it wasn't fun explainin' that it's just how he greets Danny after all these years and that he just wanted to have a friendly spar.

Then, one day, the Waynes learned somethin' that broke Danny's heart. Martha and Thomas were havin' a hard time gettin' pregnant they later learned that it was because Thomas was infertile.

One day, Both Martha and Thomas asked him a favor. They asked if he would be okay with helpin' them get pregnant. He's not gonna lie. It was a shocker, but he understands that he does look like Thomas a bit, and people have even called them brothers.

It also helped him out when he told them that he didn't mind helpin' them out, and since they were on the topic, he said to them that he had a little crush on both of them. They both blushed red as a tomato and told him they felt the same. They didn't really understand how it worked.

Yes, he did explain that more than one person could be in a relationship that it was called Polyamory and that he has experience with it. He dated a girl and a guy simultaneously before leaving his universe, and it worked out in the end. He started to date both of the Waynes, and Martha got pregnant with a baby boy!

All three of them were over the moon with that news, and after baby Bruce was born, both Thomas and Martha decided that he was a Wayne now, so officially, he's now Danny Nightingale-Wayne, but to outsiders, he's still just Nightingale.

Even then, the only person who knows is Alfred. When Bruce was learnin' to talk and ended up callin' him Da, he told them he was fine just bein' Bruce's Godfather or uncle. That didn't go well, so Danny is Pa, and Thomas is Dad.

Bruce didn't understand why he couldn't call Danny Pa out in public or around friends until Danny sat him down and explained that it was a secret that he was his Pa and to the world, he was just his Godfather and if anyone knew that he's was his Pa it could be bad for the family.

After the talk, Danny somewhat made a game out of it that Bruce was a super secret spy and that it was his job to protect the family (I haven't really thought of this, but I thought it would be cute) And Bruce did keep it a secret until his Mom and Dad where killed.

Danny was supposed to go with them to the movies until the Observants demanded that he return to the infinite realms for a council meetin'. While Danny was tryin' not to freeze every observant in the room for bein' straight up annoyin', he heard Bruce scream for his Mom and Dad. He then listened to his pained hiccups for his Pa to come and help them.

Danny froze. The room he was in got much colder as his core demanded him to protect his son, and he was also cryin' for his lover's death. Ice shards spread out in the room, makin' the occupants yell out in shock at what their King had done. Danny then stood up, and with a protective/pained growl, he tore open a portal and went to his son, leavin' the room in chaos.

He couldn't stop the pained whimpers from his mouth when he got there. His son, his little Galaxy, was cryin' over his parent's bodies. Danny's brightest Nebulas, his lifeline after he left his old home, was dead. Without a second thought, Danny de-transformed and quickly grabbed Bruce and held him close.

Bruce quickly grabbed onto his Pa and bawled his eyes out, sayin' how he was sorry that he couldn't save them, how he tried to protect them, how his shield failed, and that he couldn't heal them as Danny taught him.

(I think Bruce, while not bein' as ghostly as Danny, still could do more than the average liminal could. He would have a small ghost core. So he could technically make shields, and I like to think that Danny learned how to push his rapid healin' onto others and started to teach Bruce when he started to show signs of bein' a bit ghostly)

Danny shushed him and told him that he tried his best and that was all that mattered while havin' tears drip down his face. That was how the police found the two Danny sittin' on his knees while huggin' the cryin' Bruce into his chest, tryin' to hide the poor boy from the world.

Most people did accuse Danny of killin' the two until Bruce screamed at them, sayin' that his Godfather loved his parents and that he would rather hurt himself than harm his parents. Alfred also spoke up, sayin' that Danny has never tried to harm the Waynes and even pushed them out of the way if anythin' harmful ever came close to the family.

They dropped the accusation a week later after the police did indeed find out that Danny was nowhere near the scene of the crime, that he was at the airport gettin' back from somewhere, and that the only reason why Danny found them was because Thomas sent him an SOS and their location. (He's grateful that Tucker taught him how to hack)

After everythin' calmed down and Danny had full custody of Bruce, he spent most of his time in the manor with Bruce and Alfred, only goin' to the realms if he absolutely had to, and he started to teach Bruce more about his ghostly side per Bruce's request.

Bruce took more to the sneaky part of the ghost side. Danny also suspected that Bruce might have a shadow core or somethin' related to darkness. Bruce did have fun. He Bruce would try and sneak up on his Pa and Alfred. Danny suspected Alfred knew when Bruce was around and tryin' to get a drop on him. It wouldn't surprise Danny if it were true.

Everythin' was as normal as could be...Until Bruce went missin', Danny almost destroyed the manor with ice. Alfred did manage to calm him down after a while. Danny was heartbroken that he couldn't find anythin' for him or Alfred, but he could tell that Bruce was fine.

About a week after Bruce disappeared, he had no choice but to go back to the infinite realms for short to long periods of time as the Obervents demanded since his son disappeared and since Danny knew that he was safe somewhere in the dimension.

Yeah, he wasn't really pleased with that demand, but then again, messin' with those floatin' eyeballs bastards is good, but messin' with them durin' a meetin'? Even better, and hey, at least he got his frustration out.

At this point, it was probably a good couple of years since Bruce disappeared, and he did have a lot of fun pissin' off the Observents durin' one of the Obervent's "informative" meetings when he felt a pull on his core. Oh? A summon? It's been ages since the last.

When he let himself get pulled toward his "summoner" (and probably pissin' off the eyeball bastards even more), he found himself in a room with a summonin' circle under him, one that he noted didn't bind him just summoned him. He looked around the room and noticed that it had windows that showed space.

Before he would let himself delve into one of his obsessions, he looked down and almost groaned out when he saw a blond man with a trench coat. Great...John Constantine, the man who sold his soul to every damn thin' in the infinite realms, has summoned him? Mann, he already has 75% of his soul.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say somethin' whitty towards the man, he felt somethin'. He felt his core try and pull him towards somethin'. Danny moved his eyes from the blondie and saw somethin' black move more into the shadows.

Danny narrowed his eyes. That action was so familiar to Danny. He then raised his hand and snapped his finger, lightin' up the room he was in with green flames. He heard some alarmed shouts and a curse from the blondie, but he paid no attention to them. His eyes were on the man in the black cowl.

The man noticeably stiffened, and a sheepish smile spread on his face. What? It couldn't be. Danny floated down to the ground and walked over to the man. He could tell that the man was fidgetin' more the closer he got to him until Danny stood before him. The man was a bit shorter than him, but then again, he was 8 feet tall in this form and 7 feet in his human one.

He could feel the emotions comin' off of him: anxiety, family, and happiness. Danny felt his eyes whidden and a lump in his throat form it was! He felt water buildin' up in the corners of his eyes. He then spoke out two words he thought he might never hear again.

"Little Galaxy?" he crocked out. The man stiffened for a second, then relaxed. "Yeah, it's me, Pa," Bruse said with a smile, his voice crackin' a little. Oh, ancients! His son! he found his son, his little Galaxy.

Danny fell to his knees, grabbed Bruce, and hugged him just like he would when Bruce was younger. Bruce quickly wrapped his arms around Danny and curled into his chest.

"Oh, my little Galaxy! Where have you been!? And why in the realms would you just disappear like that! You gave me and Mister A a heart attack!" Danny scolded.

He could feel the guilt off of Bruce in waves. "I'm sorry, Pa, I just-" Danny sighed when Bruce couldn't finish his sentence. Danny understood he wanted to get revenge for his Mom and Dad. He truly understood. After all, he tried to find the person but never could finish findin' them before the council called on him.

Danny was about to speak before a throat clearin' got his attention. He looked over to the sound and saw a woman. By the looks of it, she was an Amazonian, and right next to her was a man with an S on his chest, a Kryptonian? They looked calm, but he could see the subtle way they held themselves. They were goin' to attack if they saw him as a threat.

Danny smiled. It seemed that Bruce got himself some good friends...? that's not the correct term, so he looked a bit closer at the two. He then promptly lost his shit. His laugh startled everyone. When he finally calmed down, he turned to his son, wiggled his eyebrows, and tilted his head towards the two somewhat behind him.

Bruce coughed into his fist, and Danny would bet that he was blushing from the tip of his ears down to his neck. Subtley nodded his head. Danny snorted, then stood up and brought Bruce to his side. Yeah, he's not lettin' his son go any time soon, thank you very much! "Ahem, please forgive my rudeness." Danny tilted his head down a bit towards the two.

Blondie decided to speak up. "What in the blood hell?" Danny snorted at the man. "Ah, again, forgive. I haven't seen this kid in a while," he said to the room.

Bruce coughed into his hand. Everyone turned their heads towards him, "Justice League, If I may, this is Phantom or, as I like to call him, Pa." Danny tried not to laugh. Bruce seemed a little troublemaker even though he was all grown up.

Everyone in the room froze until the Kryptonian spoke up. "Batman, what the hell? I thought that...." he questioned, then trailed off at the end. Danny snorted Batman? Oh, he's totally bringin' that up soon, but first...

Danny put a hand to his core and fanned hurt. "Oh, the pain! My son never told his friends about me? I'm betrayed!" he floated onto his back, playin' hurt.

The woman snorted into her hand, and Bruce groaned quietly. "Oh, this makes so much sense now," Constantine muttered. While still on his back, Danny raised an eyebrow and then looked toward Bruce. The Man subtly tilted his head to show that he also had no clue what the man in the trench coat meant.

"What is the supposed to mean, Constantine?" the Amazonian woman spoke to the man.

Blondie just sighed and took a flask out of his pocket and took a large gulp, then spoke, "I thought that you could tell Bats has more... Supernatural tendencies, so it makes sense if Bats grew up around the King of ghosts." he told the League "I'm just more curious how he met him" Constantine sighed.

"How he/I met him/me? We met when I/he was born!" Danny and Bruse spoke at once.

Constantine spat his drink out. "Wait, what!?... Y'know what, never mind, So KIng Phantom knew Bat's parents then when he was born became a liminal, " Constantine muttered. Danny then righted himself and wrapped his arm around Bruce once more.

"Actually, you're wrong, Galxay here is part ghost!" Danny informed the League with a Smile, Showin' too much inhuman teeth. After some silence, the woman spoke up. "If I may, what does that mean, your Highness?" she spoke calmly.

"Ah, please just call me Phantom! It also means that Galaxy is 3/4 Part ghost? Maybe a bit more? He does feel a bit different than the last time I saw him, but then again, his core was still growin'," he said, trailin’ off at the end.

Constantine threw his hands up in the air and then froze. He slowly looked at the two. "Wait...Bats, does that mean that Phantom is your Birth father?" Constantine asked with his hands twitchin' like they wanted to grab somethin'.

Every head turned towards Batman and Danny, and the two looked at each other and then at the Leauge, "Yes," they spoke as one. "HOW!?" most of the League shouted. Danny shrugged. "Eh, this was before I dated' both his parents. We learned his other Dad was infertile, and that was sort of the openin' that we needed to explain that we three liked each other. Ultimately, it worked out fine, so a win is a win!".

The League turned their heads to Batman and said the man nodded yes, that what came out of the ghost King's mouth was true.

That day, the Justice League was out of order and needed a proper reboot, and yes, Danny did indeed have the time of his un-dead life. Afterward, he even got to meet his son's lovers.

While the four were together, Danny brought up that poly and vigilantism must run in the family or somethin' so off-handedly that it had Clark and Diana laughin'. Bruce just grumbled at his Pa.

After that shit show of a reunion, Bruce took Danny back to the manor. He caught up with Alfred, and they made a plan that would remind Bruce that if he ever disappeared again and scared the shit out of them again, he was goin' to regret it. Bruce havin' no clue as to what they were talkin' about and frankly didn't want to know promised himself never to piss off his two parents again.

(Bruce still sees Alfred as a father figure. Danny did an excellent job bein' home every day, but sometimes the Observents won in their crusade.

They demanded that Danny be present in their meetings at least once a week, and of course, they could and would go on for days about their topic, even if it was a stupid one, just to keep him there.

And if some of them got put on ice just by suggestin' that he left his son to the mortals to be raised, it was no one's business but Danny's.)

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Okay, so this was supposed to be a bit longer, and it would have Danny meetin' Dick and then later Jason, but I decided to split it in half-ish, and if the people want to see the rest of my crappy writin', then I might share it.

I also mainly wanted to get this out and see how it went cause I am very happy with how most of this turned out. I am also runnin' out of motivation so~ but hey, I hoped you liked it!

Part 2 to this shit show!

#danny phantom #batman #bruce wayne #the justice league #ghost king danny #Danny is Bruce's Dad #I Have No Idea What I'm Doing #dpxdc #dc x dp #crossover #Haha I'm tired :) #I have Another Half-ish Of This

[sewermageboy]

obligatory "i love gale, I promise i'm not shitting on gale" comment before I start, but:

I feel like with a lot of the "he was groomed" narrative for Gale, people assume it's a given that Mystra came to him when he was a child, right? He says that she was his teacher, his muse, and then his lover, so I can see why people think that she must have been with him since he was a child.

But (I've been going down a Forgotten Realms lore rabbit hole, and found that) Mystra was killed around a hundred years before BG3, and only returned to life in 1479 DR, around 13 years before the events of the game. So unless we're saying that Gale is 30 years old (and in my mind he's more like 35-45), he would have been an adult by the time they met, even assuming that she immediately reached out to him after returning to the Forgotten Realms.

So why is the "groomed from childhood" narrative so prevalent? I think most people (rightfully) have better things to do with their time than reading about the fckn Spellplague on the Forgotten Realms wiki, but apart from that.

I think, especially with how many people (on tiktok especially, as far as I've seen) seem to hate Gale for being "too pushy" or whatever bc of the romance bug, there's an inherent instinct for Gale enjoyers to justify their liking of this character, by explaining away his flaws and his idiosyncrasies by saying "he is the way he is because he was groomed by the goddess of magic", and therefore his flaws aren't his own fault/don't matter, whatever.

It really bothers me when people explain away his flaws like that. He's braggadocious, yes, and he's arrogant, and he's filled to the brim with hubris. Does he have his reasons for that? Yes, of course! But that doesn't mean that his flaws are any less present, and just as much of a part of him as all the good parts. It bothers me when people do this with any of the characters tbh, like saying that all of Astarion's shitty behavior is due to his trauma at the hands of Cazador (which much of it is! But he's also just kinda a shitty person, and that's okay!!)

Like, if we look at Forgotten Realms lore, and say that Gale is around 40, Mystra would have approached him as a young man in his 20s - and honestly, that version of events is still just as fucked up to me as "he was groomed". Here you have this brilliant wizard, who lives for magic and manipulating the weave, and the goddess of magic herself begins to mentor him, teach him, inspire him, and eventually becomes his lover, too. Then, after she keeps showing him magic that will forever be beyond his reach, telling him to be content with his lot, he goes too far - and is discarded in the process, left alone to deal with the Orb in his chest despite Mystra being able to heal him instantly if she wished. And not only does he have to deal with a bad breakup and a nuclear bomb in his chest, no, he's also never able to truly be free of her, as long as he wishes to still do magic - something that is basically second nature to him, and that he could never give up.

I've also seen people conflate his Early Access story (Mystra discarding him first and for no reason, and him ending up with the Orb in his chest as a result of trying to win her back) with his full release one (Him trying to prove to Mystra he was worthy of being shown magic beyond any other mortals, ending up with the Orb, and Mystra discarding him as a result of that), and I feel like that comes from the same place as the insistence on him being groomed - trying to justify his behavior and sanitize him as much as possible.

I understand the instinct to defend Gale from people who shit on him needlessly bc of the romance bug or whatever, I really do. I adore Gale, and I think he's one of the most fascinating characters in the game! But I also think it's a disservice to him to not acknowledge the negative parts of him, or to explain them away as being caused by trauma he might have gone through.

The shitty parts, the ones you can really sink your teeth into, are what make most of the companions so interesting to me!!! And Gale's arrogance, his clumsiness when he flirts and how quick he is to fall in love, his hubris and his anger are all part of that!!

Edit: just wanted to clarify that I have no issue with the interpretation that Gale was groomed by Mystra from a young age in and of itself!

As @galedekarios rightfully pointed out, Larian often plays fast and loose with the timeline, so Mystra's death and her return to the forgotten realms only factor in so much. There's ample evidence in the game for the grooming interpretation, and it's also super fascinating to me, I just don't like that a lot of the discussion of Gale's character seems to boil down to: "but he was groomed, so it doesn't matter", or that many people seem to view it as the only valid interpretation of his character.

#gale of waterdeep #bg3 meta #mystra #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

[angelltheninth]

Guts Avoids His Feelings

Pairing: Guts x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, friends with benefits, denial of feelings, kissing, reunion, size kink

A/N: Yes I know this looks like the "man of cloture" meme, please don't say it I've laughed about it enough.

Guts avoids his feelings but will send you letters to make sure you're doing well while he's away and will always tell you where he is so you don't worry bout him

Guts avoids feelings but when he reunites with you he'll tell you all about where he was and the people he met and the demons he's slaying, hoping that the amount of information will keep you from asking him to talk about his emotions

Guts avoids feelings so he will resort to fucking you before you can bring up anything that would warrant him confronting the feelings he's gotten for you

Guts avoids feelings and he will kiss you to shut you up, to shut you both up because if he lets anything slip he knows he would spiral down a rabbit hole he is not ready for

Guts avoids his feelings while also fucking you like you're the only woman in the world for him, deep down knowing it's true but refusing to admit it

Guts avoids his feelings but is perfectly okay with making you scream his name at the top of your lungs while he moves you up and down on his cock and makes you come on it again and again

Guts avoids his feelings and if you try to engage in pillow talk he'll make up an excuse that he needs to get back to the battlefield soon so he needs to train, except you can see he's not in the condition for it after going so many rounds with you

Guts avoids his feelings so he never dares to let himself imagine the life he might have with you if he settles down here, a peaceful life with a wife and kids is more then he will ever deserve

Guts avoids his feelings yet he still can't say no to you when you ask him to come inside of you because he loves the sight of his cock covered with white cum thrusting in and out of you tight pussy and pushing your smaller body against the bed

Guts avoids his feelings and pretends he never hears your confession to him as the two of you drift of too sleep and is always gone the next morning, promising to come back but also telling you that it's alright if you don't wait for him

#berserk imagines #berserk headcanons #berserk guts #guts x reader #guts headcanons #berserk guts imagines #guts imagines #berserk guts x reader #guts fanfic #guts berserk #berserk x reader #berserk smut #guts smut #x female reader #smut drabble

[micropoe10]

~Someone check my Pulse~

I've gone to far down the rabbit hole and it is exhilirating and exquisite. And I need someone to check on me to see if I'm okay!

When BOOKTOK (you all know who you are dont deny it) told me they had multiple BG3: ASTARION recommendations! I found myself magically teleported to the nearest bookstore waypoint.

For hot, steamy, smutty, ASTARION-esq books. NO I won't be apologizing.

Out of the umptine-like 30 recommendations I chose 2 cause....my wallet can only be stretched so thin lol. And I skimmed a few pages to get a general idea (dont come for me I do it with all my books). AND OH MAH GAWD!!!

SPOILERS so I won't say anything but damn ASTARION BOOKTOK!!

Run and check these out or let me know if you have other recommendations cause I need more ASTARION in my life ♥

P.S: For content creators (Astarion doodlers and writers!!) Your stuff is PHENOMINAL please keep it up cause I enjoy all of it!

#astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarionbooktok #adowryofblood #kingofbattleandblood #astarion romance #astarion x you #astarion smut #astarion fluff

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Under Your Spell - Part 1

A/N: Hi my darlings 🧡 Happy Spooky Day 👻 I've had Dead Man's Bones (iykyk) on a loop today; it is in fact my Christmas and my gift to you is a 4 part Driver series Approach with caution; as per usual it's an 18+ NSFW but on top of that this one has a stalker warning, some voyeurism and also got a tad violent. it's not TOTALLY Dead Dove, Don't Eat but it toes that line, so if that's not for you, just don't okay?

I can't post without giving credit where credit is due; this thing took on a life of it's own and if it weren't for @ken-dom and @travelerwashere it wouldn't be what it is; I can't thank you both enough for your constant support and inspiration (at all hours of the night) and keeping me from spiraling down the anxiety rabbit hole you both know I tend to lose myself in <3

Title credit goes to my fellow Goosecord compadre @webbo0, that tripped me up more than usual this go 'round

ANYWAY; Enjoy my loves 🧡👻

Edit: I also have to add (because I know you're here and the tag on a reblog made me howl)

If you know me irl and you saw this....No. You didn't. (You know who you are and I love you for your support ;) <3 but no you didn't)

Pairing: Driver x Reader (18+ NSFW)

He knew he shouldn't be, it was wrong, but you made it so easy….

You followed your routine like clockwork; you didn't live the most exciting life, work, home, and back again most nights. You lived alone, no boyfriend…a couple of friends, but even they seemed few and far in between. 

He tried not to pay you any mind….at first… 

But then he would catch glimpses of you late at night, a silhouette  against a curtain that almost gave away your secrets as you pulled your shirt over your head, stepped out of your pants, unhooking your bra…you tease. 

He bit down on his lip, cock twitching between his legs, threatening to make his already snug jeans unbearable. 

He stood cloaked in the darkness of his own house, not wanting to draw attention to himself so lights stayed out, watching as your shadow disappeared and reappeared in front of the window.  

The thought of you strutting around your house naked was enough to make him moan out loud. 

A gloved hand wandering to the front of his pants, popping the button open, giving him only the slightest bit of relief. 

You had moved back in front of the window…taunting him. 

Fingers curling around his hardening shaft, squeezing a little harder than intended, breathing hard through his nose. 

God, what he wouldn't give to just-

He groaned, bracing against the wall, fingers curling against the plaster as his other hand was coated in his release. 

He stood up straight mindful to peel off the soiled glove before tucking himself back in his jeans. 

A quick glance and your window was dark, you had gone to bed. 

He let out a sigh, alleviated but not satisfied. He wondered if he'd ever be satisfied and scoffed rolling his eyes. Of course he would be….one day…you would satisfy him…and even better, he would satisfy you.  

One day, soon; You would writhe under him, beg him for more, harder, faster. But until then…this would have to do. 

For weeks he watched you come and go. You were a vision, especially on the days when you didn't try at all…

Today you had dressed in a snug v neck sweater and an even more snug pair of jeans. He watched from the front window as you climbed in the passenger seat of a sleek red Cadillac; from his vantage point, he couldn't tell if the driver was a male or female but it didn't matter, he'd had other plans today…

As soon as the car disappeared around the corner he pulled on his gloves and slipped out the back door to avoid attention. 

Getting into your backyard was easy enough, there was a small gate that connected your house to his….a smart addition by the previous owner if he did say so…

Your back patio door wasn't exactly hidden from view of the neighbours, but the lock popped easier than the deadbolt on the front door. 

You didn't have an alarm system, this neighborhood had a reputation for being "safe". You had mentioned as much to him in passing once. He had told you he thought a security system would still be a good idea since you had lived alone, and you had just shrugged. 

You obviously hadn't taken his advice, so he had needed to protect you. Keep you safe. 

The door slid open with ease as he pushed around the curtain, sliding it closed again. 

The house was quiet. He glanced around, slowly making his way deeper into the living room. It was simple, but had your personal touches everywhere. Photos, books, knickknacks. 

Your laptop and a half eaten bagel sat on the coffee table next to what he assumed was a journal. 

The laptop would tell him things but a quick tap of the spacebar and it asked for a password. So you protected some things. The journal would surely be more telling anyway. 

He picked up the leatherbound book, flipping open the black cover and skimming the words…it was a gratitude journal and you wrote in it, every day, religiously.

Each page has relatively the same prompt for each day, forcing you to choose one thing you had been grateful for, what you were excited for on that particular day, a thought provoking prompt, sometimes two and an evening reflection section. 

Out of curiosity, he flipped to the page marked with a piece of ribbon and you had written today's date. 

Jesus…even your penmanship was beautiful. Meticulously crafted loops, one flowing seamlessly into the other. 

But the rest of the page was blank. 

He sat on your small couch, flipping through the pages, filled with your beautiful scrawls. Page after page letting him in on your most intimate details. 

Your favourite books, your favourite meal, your favourite time of year. Everything he ever needed to know was in the palm of his hands. 

Then something caught his attention "the neighbour" 

Did you mean him? No. You couldn't. 

His eyes scanned the page again and sure enough he hadn't read what he wanted to read, right there in ink were the words the hot neighbour

He stared at the words on the page waiting to wake up from the dream he was certain he had drifted off into. 

But he didn't wake up, he was awake. This was real. 

He cautioned flipping through a few more pages, looking for any mention of him. You couldn’t have meant him…that would just be too serendipitous. 

Something else caught his attention though. A prompt that read 'What is your favourite feeling'

You had written three simple words.  The pink panties

He was curious what this pair in particular felt like…

He put the journal back, pulling himself up from the couch and wandered through the kitchen and towards the front of your house where your bedroom would be.

You lived in a little bungalow, like the rest of the neighborhood, one of your bedroom windows faced out towards the road, the other….faced his house. 

You lived a simple life he’d noted, it seemed like you weren’t much for the flashy expensive things on the surface. Your bedroom was like you, elegant, soft, simple colours. Your vanity stood against one wall, your desk and bed against the other….made…you were neat…mostly. Your closet door had been left slid open; everything from dresses to sweaters hanging neatly, save for the top that had been thrown on your bed, he assumed you’d decided to change your wardrobe at the last minute. 

Next to your vanity stood a small chest of drawers, again, curiosity getting the better of him…and that journal entry fresh at the front of his mind, 

He pulled open the top drawer, as he suspected, much like the rest of western civilization, that’s where you kept your socks and underwear. 

Most of them were exactly what he expected, comfortable and classy, but you also had a few pairs he could only assume you didn’t wear on your Monday to Friday…at least not regularly. Then he saw them…the pink ones. The ones worthy of a journal entry.

He slipped a hand out of his leather driving glove, pulling them free from the pile; the fabric gliding smoothly between his bare fingers. 

The moan that had formed deep in the back of his throat seemed too loud in contrast to your quiet house. The thought of being in such close proximity to something that had touched you so intimately, the thought of holding it in his own hand, feeling it against his own skin.

He let out a slow breath as his cock quivered between his legs, he closed his eyes, trying to will the pressure to subside. 

When it became abundantly clear willpower wasn’t going to do it and this…issue…was something that was going to have to be dealt with and now, he opened his eyes, only to realize he had crumpled that buttery smooth pink piece of attire into a tight fist. 

He hadn’t really meant to, but he’d sat on the edge of your neatly made bed, fingers hastily working open a button and a zipper before his aching cock sprang free. 

He stopped, only briefly, examining the silky fabric as he moved it between his fingers; he wanted to know what it felt like. 

It must have been good, if it was worth writing about….

And before the rational part of his brain could make sense of the situation he’d suddenly found himself in, his hand had wrapped itself, and  your underwear around his hard shaft; they felt like heaven. 

He fucked his hand relentlessly, completely losing himself in the sensation of the almost too smooth garment that enveloped him. His breathing was short and ragged, as he pushed himself closer to the edge. Then, in what he could only assume was record time, he came; Hard, and fast, your underwear drenched in his release. 

His heartbeat thudding in his ears subsided as the rhythm returned to normal and reality filled in the haze around him. 

He tucked himself back into his pants and got to his feet fastening the button as he heard the unmistakable metallic clink of keys at your front door. Your keys. 

His heart skipped a beat as he dropped to the floor and slid under your bed just as the sunlight spilled into the hallway through the open door. 

His heart slammed in his chest against the floor as he watched the hallway intently, your leather clad boots appearing in the doorway. 

He slowed his breathing, convinced it wouldn't matter because you would hear his heart pounding against the floorboards 

The bed creaked over his head, sinking as you sat, unzipping your boots, dropping them on the floor. 

You were close enough to reach out and touch, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from doing it. 

Then the open drawer on your dresser caught his attention. The drawer he had left open. Your damp underwear still balled in his fist. Maybe you wouldn't notice. 

He watched from his place under your bed as you went to the dresser, pushing the top drawer closed and pulling open the middle drawer, fishing out a t-shirt. You shed your sweater, dropping it to your feet, standing in your jeans and bra, barefoot. Your back was to him, but your reflection in your vanity showed off the soft pink lace cupping your soft supple breasts. God, what he wouldn't give to touch them, kiss them. 

He let out a slow breath trying to keep himself under control. You closed the drawer and pulled the t-shirt on before checking your reflection in the mirror and disappearing down the hall. 

He waited, until he was certain you weren't coming back, hearing you clink dishes in the kitchen. 

He slid out from under the bed and quickly got to his feet; he thought seriously about keeping those coveted pink panties…if only just to clean them. He didn’t have time to think about it, instead, he slipped them behind your pillows between the mattress and the wall. 

He tiptoed towards the door, listening intently to you at the other end of the house, for any indication you would find him in a very compromising position. A loud crash echoed from the kitchen and a frustrated “Fuck” drifted down the hallway. 

He wanted so badly to help, he hoped you hadn’t hurt yourself; but took advantage of the opportunity that had presented itself and slipped out the front door, pulling it closed as carefully and quietly as he could manage. 

The days that followed were near agonizing, it took everything in him not to rush back into your house every time you left to deal with what he had left behind in a rush. He wondered if you had noticed them missing…

Although, knowing he could, just made the temptation to do so that much worse. He watched you go to bed night after night and every cell in his body burned with desire, just at the thought that you hadn’t had any idea. 

Before the week was out, he found himself standing in your bedroom once again. Your journal sat on your nightstand, bed unmade this time; you had rearranged your furniture, your bed was in the same place, but your vanity and desk now sat on the same wall, facing out the window that looked into his bedroom. The chest of drawers you had moved to the opposite wall as your bed. 

If your bed hadn’t moved, that meant… moving swiftly across your room, right where he’d left them, still dirty, were your pink panties. 

He tucked them back safely, he wasn’t going to be caught off guard this time if you happened to come home early. Instead, he sat on your bed, and thumbed through your journal, learning everything he could about you that you’d shared.

He flipped the pages to the beginning of the week to see what you had filled in on that particular day. Nothing overly interesting unfortunately, but fortunately also no mention of him. He had gotten away with it. 

#ryan gosling #drive 2011 #driver x reader #n sfw

[scarisd3ad]

To the end and back [daryl Dixon x reader]

Chapter one - the archer

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - normal twd warnings

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Fifty-four days it's been fifty-four days since the initial outbreak. I am trying to remember how I got here with this group by a quarry just a bit out of Atlanta. It's all jumbled together: how my roommate got infected, how I got out of the city, how Shane found me stumbling towards their camp. There were many people here, enough to keep each other protected. We had a couple cars and tents, guns and weapons. Some of us go out for supply runs every now and then just to pick up food and other essentials.

There's a couple kids here too. I don't know how they can play around and be happy-go-lucky after what they've seen. All the people here are lovely except for a few I don't bother with because I'm scared of them. Like Daryl and his brother Merle, those two motherfuckers scare me. They both have heavy Southern accents, and I swear they do drugs. Since we were running low, Daryl, Shane, and Glenn had gone into the city to grab some extra food for the camp.

It was starting to get dark. I'm sitting in a lawn chair by the fire with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. They had been out for about 3 to 4 hours when we heard the sounds of cars pulling up. Everyone turns around to ensure it's them and not some random person. It is them, though.

They all get out with backpacks full of things like food and water. If we're lucky, they'll bring back some toys for the kids, new clothes, and even random little gadgets. Some kids ran up to the cars as the three men got out. I turn back around, staring at the fire.

I don't know what day it is, what time, or what month. It's starting to get dark. The walkers are way more active at night, so I always try to get into my tent as soon as the sun begins to go down. Amy walks over and sits next to me. Amy and I get along well because we're the same age. "You alright?" She asks I shrug in response. Sometimes, I just think, think, and think, which makes me go down the rabbit hole of asking myself, why me? Why was I here? Why was this happening? What did I do to deserve this? "Just a bit hungry, y'know?" I whispered.

We don't get to eat three meals a day like we used to anymore, and my body was still getting used to the scarce amount of food. "Me too," she whispers back. I watch as Shane walks back towards camp with Lori and her son Carl. Carl has short brown hair, blue eyes, and freckled cheeks. You'd often mistake them for a family, but they're not. Apparently, Shane was a cop and was Lori's husband's partner before the outbreak. Lori's husband died, so Shane's taking over. Carl has a brand-new toy car in his hands, which he's showing off to Sophia, Carol and Ed's daughter. She's got an almost strawberry-blonde bob, brown eyes, and freckles.

"Hey." I see Daryl standing before me with a package of instant noodles. My brows furrow, confused because I've never really spoken to him. His hair is short, like he had a buzz cut, but it's grown out, and he has blue eyes. I wasn't going to lie. He was a handsome man, just kind of scary at times. "Hi?" I say in more of a questioning tone. "I, um, got ya this while we were out," he said, tossing me the package. I smiled. That was sweet. "I heard ya talkin' bout missin' it, so I just..." he said, trailing off. "Wow, thanks, Daryl," I say with a giggle. He nods but quickly walks off to his brother. "That was cute," Amy says, and I roll my eyes. "Okay..." I sigh as I pat the package of noodles. "...I will admit that was actually really sweet." I sigh as I lean my head back. The sun is getting lower. "you gonna head out?" She asks. I nod as I push myself up out of the chair. "Night Am's," I yawn as I walk toward my tent.

I unzip my tent and step in. I try to make my tent feel as comfortable and at home as possible. So, I have bunches of pillows and blankets I've brought and collected throughout the month or two we've been going through this. I sit crisscrossed on my sleeping bag and zip my tent back up. I sigh as I lay back, placing the package of noodles with all of my other belongings. (Books, clothes, and other things I managed to grab before fleeing my apartment.)

I began to think about Daryl, realizing I never expected him to be that sweet. Especially to someone he's barely talked to. He was usually hot-headed. Both he and his brother had unpredictable tempers. That was Nowhere near the Daryl I had spoken to earlier. I don't remember falling asleep, but I shot up in a cold sweat. I don't even remember the dream, but I instinctively grab my knife. I listen closely to make sure I don't hear any walkers before unzipping my tent and crawling out. The fire is still blazing, and I can see Glenn sitting in front of it. It's definitely early morning.

 I could tell by the sky. I walked through the overgrown grass, it tickles my lower legs as I did so. I sit next to Glenn and sigh as the heat of the fire hits my face. "Hey," I say quietly. He looks up at me and smiles. "Hey, y/n/n. Can't sleep?" He asks. I nod slightly as I lean back in the chair, I'm sitting in. "nightmare," I whisper. He nods. "Same, can't close my eyes without seeing a Walker. "I lean my head against his shoulder. Glenn was the first person I was open to talking to once I got here. I was too scared of the others, but Glenn was the sweetest guy I've ever met.

"Do you ever think about how it was before?" I ask, and he nods. I think about it all the time: what if this never happened? Would I still be going to college; would I still be living in my shitty apartment. Sometimes, I think about how I would've never met Glenn or Amy if this had never happened. "Yeah, all the time," he whispers as he grabs my cold hand, warming it up. "Do you miss it?" I say, turning my head. He nods. "of course I do..but if this never happened, I'd never have met you." I nod with a smile and a laugh. "You're like my best friend, y/n," he says, and I laugh as I bury my head in his shoulder. "You should go back to bed," Glenn whispers. I nod, lifting my head off his shoulder. "I'll see you later," I say, pushing myself off the chair. "Love you!" Glenn shouts as I walk away.

"Love you too!"

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@e1d0lonk3k @soul4death

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #series #daryl dixon x female reader #the walking dead #Rick grimes #Lori grimes #Carl grimes #Glenn Rhee #x reader #fem!reader #female!reader #fanfics #daryl dixion imagine

[thepreciousprophecy]

Cuddled Up with Tamaki Amajiki

Just a warning, I've never written fanfiction or even watched MHA before. I wrote this because I'm insanely in love with Tamaki. So, hope this isn't OOC--anyways, just a little bit of fluff with a gender-neutral reader!

It's freezing. Everything is freezing. The weather network said it'd be an okay night, so why is it freezing?!

You agreed to go out on a camping trip with Mirio, Nejire, and the sweet boy of your dreams: Tamaki. It would've been a nice break from school, and while you're not particularly fond of the outdoors because of the bugs and campfire tales, the mention of Amajiki was enough to immediately cement your decision. You'd had a crush on him for a while now, and the reasons were endless. His fluffy soft hair and the way it perfectly matched his navy blue eyes that you could (and have) gotten lost in forever. His rosy red cheeks that lit up when you stroked his hand on "accident", the slight squeaks in his voice, his warm touch that continuously seemed to blossom something inside you. His being a loner just added to his cuteness. It felt like...he was all for you. Only for you. You yearned to cup his face in your hands and stare at him, watching his mouth tremble gently as it always did when he got embarrassed. Oh and the best part about him-those ears. Thin and pointed, like an elf, you watched and grinned when they got a tinge of red to them. Sometimes they twitched. He was like an adorable little rabbit. It was fun, as well as embarrassing when you daydreamed about him. But it was impossible not to! Who wouldn't want to cuddle with him at night, kiss away the tears dripping from his velvety eyes, and whisper praise into his ears? However, because of the lack of camping, you failed to notice a fairly wide hole in the top of your tent. Thankfully, it was covered in mesh so no bugs could get in, but if it rained you'd be done for. And oh, the irony. Because that night a thunderstorm came in unannounced a few hours after the others had gone to bed, and soaked your tent in water before you woke up. Luckily it hadn't been too bad...yet at least. The floor had a huge puddle of water on it, and it already seeped into a few of your belongings. But...no! You have books! And tech! Goddamnit, seriously tonight!? You needed somewhere to rest, 'cause your under-eyes were dark enough. You stuffed your bag with as many of your important belongings as you could--that you could see. You unzipped the tent and looked around. The others' tents were small, but not awful. Although Tamaki's certainly is a bit bigger... You grinned as you headed over to his tent. A sweetie like him couldn't resist you, could he? When you got to his tent, you bent down gently and tugged on the overhang. "Oh, Tama.." you cooed. Shaking it more didn't do anything. There wasn't a peep from his tent. So, determined, you started to unzip the door. It was very dark. But you could still make out Tamaki's lean figure..softly breathing under the covers. You leaned over and rubbed his shoulder politely. He looked so peaceful when he slept. You shook him a little harder, and his eyes fluttered open. "Morning, Tama-chan."

"Ah…um…good morning? What time is it? Also…why are you in my tent?" He got up and groaned. "I'm here to ask a favour. Would you please let me stay the night here? My tent's soaked." I shuffled over to let him look. "Geez…that's rough. But why are you not going to Nejire or Mirio's?" Stop asking…please stop asking! Just let me stay the night! "Your tent's the biggest. Plus…' I got cocky. Sorry future me. 'I thought someone as sweet as you would let a darling in?" I smirked mischievously at him. He looked embarrassed and contemplated it for a moment. "Alright. You can stay here. Shoes at the entrance, and leave your stuff with mine, okay.?" His voice had begun to tremble. Maybe it was the cold, but I wanted to believe it was the compliment. I slid off my shoes and tossed my bag with his. "Thank you. Sorry for intruding." I could hear him sigh gently through the wind and a shuffling noise as he moved his mattress closer. It was a single. I slipped closer and bent down gently. He was covering his face with the blanket. Now, time to make my decision…do I face him or face outwards? I should look outwards, but it's so cold tonight… As I cuddled up against him and pulled Tamaki's blanket over me, I felt our legs rub together. Closing my eyes made me focus a lot more on my surroundings, and also made me realize how close I was to the guy I dreamed about kissing every single day. Along with the damp smell of the forest, a faint aroma of his cologne lingered on everything in the tent. Though the thunder was so loud I could still hear his calm breaths and occasional shuddering. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine…why do you ask?" His voice was muffled by the blanket and the hoodie he was wearing. "You're shivering. Is it too cold?" He shuffled a little closer to you. "Ah, yeah. I didn't bring enough blankets." "You can come closer, then. I don't mind." Your voice trailed off at the end, worried that what to him looked like confidence would ruin the mood. "No, no, it's fine…" He promised. So you closed your eyes again, a little disappointed that he didn't take up your offer. However, about a minute later, you felt one of his legs slip between yours. You kept your eyes shut, hoping that he thought you were asleep. He moved slowly, but soon enough you were just a couple of inches away from each other's faces and your bodies were pressed together. You struggled to keep a straight face as his breath, warm and cozy in comparison to the chilly wind outside, blew right up against your neck. Carefully, a pair of thin arms found their way around your waist and hugged you tightly. You let out the softest sigh of happiness you could and enjoyed his warmth. And sometime through the night, your arms must've wrapped around him too because when you woke up that morning your faces were both a rosy pink.

#tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #mha x reader #gn reader #mha tamaki #romance #fluff #mha fluff

[glimmerofsanity]

Still moments amongst the chaos

So I've been stewing over some writing for a while, and I'm finally biting the bullet and posting it. Also, if you saw me try and post this last week, no you didn't, my account was being restricted. Any feedback please be kind, I'm fragile & I'll cry. Don't really know if I'm completely happy with it, but I don't think I'll ever be, so here we are. Incase it's not clear, I fell down the Ghost rabbit hole, and I have zero intention of climbing out. Inspired by @forlorn-crows Mushy May prompts, this is Day 1: Bath Time.

Summary: Dew has gone just gone through his elemental transition and Aether's there to take care of him. Warnings: Hurt/Comfort Word count: 1178 Pictures from Pinterest

Aether hasn't left his side. It's been hours, he’s lost count of how many, and his back is aching from leaning against the concrete wall. The little ghoul in front of him is a crumpled mess. He’d surrounded him in all the blankets and pillows he could find, an effort to make him comfortable, grounded, still. An hour or so ago, it happened, he stilled, panting, gasping for air, but otherwise still, until his breath slowed, evened out. Aether watched, helpless, but somewhat reassured to consistently see his chest rise and fall. Only 10 minutes in, Aether had to move back as Dew's panic filled delirium had nearly snapped him in two, and he was suddenly taken over by a searing pain, violently seizing his small body. Every muscle was strained as he trashed, lashing out against any touch. All Aether could do was step back, and watch, eyes filled with tears, desperate to make Dew's pain go away. There had been so much pain recently, he'd wondered if Dew only agreed to this in the hopes it would make all his other pain go away. Looking at him right now, his chest rising and falling, and a gentle expression on his face, he's almost fooled into thinking Dew was right; he looks peaceful, more at ease than he's looked in a long time. He shifts his gaze across Dew, looking at his hair, a tangled mess, some of it is still caught under his claws, its usual silver glow, replaced by a golden copper. His pale skin is singed, covered in his own claw marks, and all that’s left of his beautiful little fins is black scorch marks. There's no peace in this, he's not even sure if Dew's in this. But Aether will stay here as long as he needs to, waiting for his little Dewy again, waiting for when he needs him. 

He sits up, leaning forward onto his knees, shuffling closer to Dew. He hopes if nothing Dew knows he's here, knows he's not alone. He’s such a tactile little ghoul, Aether reminds himself, as he gently places his hands across Dew’s bony little back, still unsure of the response he might get. Dew's muscles relax slightly, easing against his touch. Aether smiles, releasing the tension from his shoulders, unable to control himself as tears start spilling down his cheeks. 

"Aether?" The choked out whisper takes Aether by surprise.

"Yes, I'm right here Dew, I'm always here", his tears are coming thick and fast now, as he scoops Dew up into his arms. He doesn't ever want to let go. 

"Aether, I don't…I'm…where…?" 

"Shh, it's okay now, everything is okay"

He watches as Dew's eyes open, scanning across his bare arms, pausing where his fins once were. Dew gulps as a heavy sob wrenches out of him. Aether grabs his tiny hands, pushes them against his own chest and wraps his arms around him, surrounding the little ghoul "Not yet, you don't need to look yet", his own tears dripping down onto Dew's tangled mess of hair. A break in between sobs, Dew's voice, quiet, fragile, barely even a whisper, "Aether?" 

"Yes, anything my little ghoul" 

"I'm cold" 

Aether grabs one of the blankets and wraps it around him, squeezing tightly. 

"It's okay, we'll get you warm. Let's go get you a bath."

He gets up onto his feet, scooping Dew up, still all wrapped up in the blanket. With one free hand, he fumbles for the door handle, heading down the dark hallway to the bathroom. Thankfully it's 3am, everyone else is asleep and it's dark. He knows Dew can't bear to look at himself right now, daylight would only be too much. Once in the bathroom he places the little ghoul in a pile of towels, he thinks they're dirty, but it's all he's got; maybe he'll find the smell comforting. Once he has the bath filling, he finds some matches. The bathroom is full of assorted candles, each ghoul has their own favourite, but he's looking for his, one from Dew. 

A few months back Mountain and Dew had spent some of their tour break making candles, Mountain filling his with all sorts of oils and flowers from the greenhouse. Dew however wanted to do something different, because of course he did. He spent ages concocting this perfect scent, lilies after fresh rain, with a hint of winter chill; it was him, his scent. He gave it to Aether with a handwritten note, his usual chicken scrawl, For when we're not together, so you don't forget about me, as if he could ever forget his little ghoul. Maybe his water scent will help him, maybe he'll feel more him, more familiar. He found the candle, up on the top shelf, Aether had been too scared to use it, such a precious gift, not that Dew would ever outwardly admit the thought he'd put into it. With the candle lit, scent slowly filling the room, and the bath now full, he gently lifted Dew into the bath. 

"Please Aeth, sit with me" 

"Of course" Aether quickly stripped off, not letting his eyes leave Dew, in case he somehow vanished, his fragile body dissolving in the water. Once he was undressed, he stepped in behind the little ghoul, legs either side of his thin frame, resting his head back against his chest. Wrapping his arms around Dew's shoulders, holding him tight, he felt him relax against him, heavy with exhaustion. The soft glow of the candle, the light scent of lilies and rain, the warm water, it looked like it was helping. 

"I got your special conditioner, did you want me to comb your hair?" 

Dew's hand reached up to his hair, all tangled "mmmmm, please", he slurred.

Aether picked up the bottle of conditioner, squeezing some out into his hand and began combing it through Dew's hair with his fingers. Starting at the bottom, he carefully worked through each knot, making sure to be as gentle as possible. He knows how Dew loves his hair and loves taking care of it. He loves how all the others looked at him with it, how pretty it makes him feel. He loves how he could hide behind it when he needs to, when he’s unsure, and how he could ask for help simply by not washing it, letting it tangle and knot. Everyone knows something is wrong if his hair is a mess, jumping to take care of it, to let Dew open up under their touch as they wash his hair, gentle, predictable, comforting. Sometimes Dew doesn’t say anything, all his worries washing away with the shampoo, the ritual enough to quiet his busy thoughts. And in the silent, early hours of this morning, Aether knows he doesn't want to talk, he knows he doesn't yet have the words. One day he might, but right now, Aether running his fingers through his hair, claws gently catching at his scalp, that’s enough. And in his currently exhausted state, that’s just enough for Aether too.

#aether x dewdrop #dewdrop x aether #dewther #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #ghost #mushy may #glimmerofsanity writing

[wolfnanaki]

Youtube threw a trailer for something called I Wani Hug That Gator at me today and I've gone down a rabbit hole looking into it, and I'm more confused now than anything else. You seem to know more about it than anyone else I've seen, so I'm asking you. Is this some awful thing I shouldn't play at all? Is it like, some transphobic dumpster fire? I just saw cute stuff on my youtube feed and got interested and now I feel like I've been flashbanged by an entire online war.

Okay, I'll try to summarize:

I Wani Hug That Gator! is a romance visual novel coming out tomorrow.

It was created by Cavemanon Studios, the same people responsible for creating Snoot Game.

Snoot Game is an anti-queer parody of the openly queer game Goodbye Volcano High. It was made while GVH was still in development.

As of now, we don't know if there are any anti-queer messages in Wani, but we do know the leader of Cavemanon (a Mormon known only as "Nerd") is outright anti-queer, and all of the money from sales of Wani will go to him for his YIIK-inspired game. There are also allegations of toxic workplace culture and lack of compensation for developers.

So if that's something that matters to you, take that into consideration before you buy.

#ask box #I Wani Hug That Gator #FSG

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖(𝒓 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚)

Park Seonghwa X amab!gn!reader

Summary: With your boyfriend away on tour, you started missing him in more ways than one. Maybe a phone call is all you need to fix it.

WC: 2.4k

CW: Smut, fluff, some angst at the end

Smut Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk (SO much), mutual masturbation, handjob, toys, slight dacryphilia (?)

Your dear, loving boyfriend had embarked on another tour. Another many months of traveling, performing, all without you by his side. 

It had hardly been a month and you were already tired of it. 

You thought you'd get used to it, seeing how he was gone a lot when he wasn't on tour, but this was different. He was constantly in a different place, and more often than not, he was still busy when he wasn't performing. So even if you wanted to chase him down somehow, it would be incredibly difficult. And expensive. 

So you were left alone, in your apartment, without your boyfriend. 

It especially became problematic when you'd be laying in watching his performances. You went down a rabbit hole, finding the many gifs and clips, watching your talented, hot ass boyfriend grind and thrust his hips and wish he'd do it on you. 

It didn't even take long before you were rubbing the blanket against your growing hard on. 

The few times you'd tried to get yourself off with Seonghwa since he'd left hadn't been fun. You could get it done, sure, but it didn't feel as good without him. 

So you called Seonghwa. 

You balled up the blanket in your fist as it rang, counting them, expecting the disappointment of going to voice-mail. 

“Hi jagi!” 

And you sighed in relief when you heard his voice. 

“Hi love.” 

On the other end, Seonghwa actually had a few hour break. They'd gotten to the hotel earlier than planned and had plenty of time before the rehearsals. So he was in his bed thinking of calling you. 

“How are you? You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said with a sigh. “I just miss you.” 

“I miss my jagi too.” 

His voice through the phone was enough to send chills down your spine and straight to your already hard dick. You bit your lip to not accidentally let a noise slip. 

“Are you feeling okay? Are you tired?” 

“No, no.” Seonghwa shook his head, as if you could've seen that. “I took a nap not too long ago and I've got some time before our show.” He smiled to himself. “And seeing your name pop up made me feel amazing.” 

Your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile at that. But in the back of your mind, the little needy voice whispered “Yes, this is perfect, he has time.” 

“You're sweet,” you breathed, moving your hand down to slowly rub your dick. You rolled your eyes back at the small but powerful movement, making hot bolts of pleasure shoot up through your bones. “I'm glad you're okay.” Your voice was growing more strained as you were trying to hide your obvious growing desire. 

You didn't want to spring the idea on Seonghwa too soon, you didn't want him to think you only wanted him for sex. Of course you didn't, you'd been calling him almost every day just to hear his voice, checking to see what timezone he was in to do so. 

But it seemed really shitty to call your boyfriend up and immediately ask him for sex, didn't it? 

You wanted to ask in a better way, but Seonghwa could hear your heavy breaths and the slight whine in your voice. 

“Are you okay, angel?” The pet name shouldn't have made you whine. 

“I'm okay, I just…” You trailed off, and sighed as you stopped your movements completely. “I was watching your performances, and I got horny, and so I called you, but I didn't want to seem like it was just that, I wanted to call you for more than just sex.” You were babbling endlessly, trying to make sure Seonghwa didn't misunderstand your intentions. 

But lucky for you, your loving boyfriend was willing to provide. 

“I can help you.” Your eyes went wide as his voice slipped into a deeper tone, and this time, you couldn't help but whimper. “Aww, that desperate? My poor baby, I'll take care of you.” 

“Thank you,” you whined, palming your dick, pre cum already soaking your shorts through.  

“Of course.” You could hear his smirk through the phone. “Strip yourself down, handsome. Completely.”

You did as he commanded, putting your phone on speaker and stripping your clothes off, flinging them to some random part of the bedroom. You yanked the blanket off your body to expose yourself to the room, and shivered as the cool air hit your leaking cock. 

“Okay, done.” 

“Nowstroke yourself. Slowly. Don't speed up until I tell you, okay?” 

“Okay-”

“And let me hear all your pretty moans.” 

Chills raced over you again as you ran your hand down your body to your dick, slowly stroking yourself, the pre cum that leaked out working as lube. You dropped your head back and whined, pleasure shooting up through your body again, 

You let out a small whine, trying to not sound too desperate too early. But Seonghwa's pants were already growing tighter. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling his eyes back. “That’s it, jagi. Fuck, you've got me hard too.” 

“Maybe this can help as a stress reliever,” you said with a soft giggle. Seonghwa smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, it would.” He groaned again as he pulled his pants and boxers down enough to pull his cock out and stroke himself. He closed his eyes and sighed, imagining it was you instead. 

“What I wouldn’t give to have you here, to help me relax.” He stifled a moan when he ran his thumb over the tip. “Split you open, make you scream on my cock.” 

You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you. The slow pace your were stroking yourself at was agonizing. Not enough. “Hwa, can I go faster? Please?” 

“Yes jagi,” he breathed. “Go faster, imagine it’s me.” 

You already were. You were already imagining it was his hand stroking your cock instead of yours, imagining that he was beside you, that he was still here with you. 

Seonghwa smiled when he heard your moans and whimpers get louder. “Aww, you sound so precious.” He stroked himself faster too. “So cute, God, I with I could fuck you. Fuck you full of my cum, my babies.” 

Your whole body shuddered and you let out a broken cry, whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips, panting out his name over and over. It only made him harder and harder, more sensitive, craving the feeling of your soft, warm hole around his cock instead of his hand. 

“Want them so bad,” you breathed, choking on your own noises. “Can I use a toy? Please, Hwa? Just to help, please-” 

“Yes, jagi, imagine it’s me.” Seonghwa interrupted, gulping as he squeezed his cock a little, running his tongue over his lips. “Fuck your cock and imagine it’s me-” He cut off with a moan. “Pretend it’s my hand.” 

You scrambled to grab a toy to fuck yourself, finding it, and pouring lube into it before you laid back in bed, making yourself comfortable before you slowly pushed the toy onto your cock. 

You let out a loud whine as you slowly filled up the toy. “Hwa, feels so good,” you whimpered. 

Seonghwa’s tongue fell out of his mouth as his breathing got heavier, his eyes still closed, pumping his cock and imagining you on top of him. “I know, jagi.” He whined as he sped up again. “Keep going, make yourself feel good.” 

You slowly fucked yourself with the toy, arching your back, pressing your head back into the pillows. You were completely lost in your fantasy, imagining he was here, that it was him who was fucking you and making you lose your mind. 

“Your hand feels so good,” you babbled. “Fucking my cock, feels so fucking good.” 

God, you’d be the death of him. Seonghwa’s thighs started shaking, sweat sliding down his face. He smirked as his tongue poked out again. 

“Such a filthy fucking slut,” he muttered. “Yeah? Feels good? It feels good when I fuck you?” He was going into his own daze, bordering on drunk, losing himself in the abyss of pleasure. “What if I sucked you off instead? You want my mouth, precious?”

“Yes!” You cried. “Yes, please, I need you!” 

“Oh, you’ll get me, baby. You’ll have all of me. I’ll fuck you dumb, my precious little slut.” 

Your hand unconsciously sped up, fucking your cock faster and harder, making you cry out louder. You couldn’t help but scream Seonghwa’s name, arching your back off the bed further, desperately crying out for him. 

Seonghwa sped up too, his moans getting louder, whines becoming more frequent, his hands shaking more and more, sweat was pouring down the sides of his face, running down his neck. 

“Talk to me,” you whimpered out, tears on the edges of your eyes, stuttering through your words. “Talk to me while you fuck me dumb, tell me how good I feel, how filthy I am.” 

Your request knocked the wind from Seonghwa’s lungs. You heard him softly choke. Some small seed of pride swelled in your chest. 

“You’re so fucking filthy,” he babbled, his voice high and shaky. “Just wanna be fucked stupid, a needly little slut, want me to suck you until you come. So good for me, so perfect, fuck, I wanna cum all over you.” 

 He was panting heavily, so fucking close, but he held himself back to wait for you. But he could tell you were close, and he said as much. “Wanna come for me, angel? I can hear you crying.” 

And you were, the tears were flowing down your face, desperate screams and moans ripping from your throat. You were so close, you just needed a little bit more of a push. 

You reached up and rubbed your chest, pinching your nipples, bringing you even closer, but you just needed more. More of your boyfriend’s voice. 

“Yes, I’m close,” you gasped. “I wanna come for you, love, wanna come for you like a good little whore.” 

Seonghwa finally let out a whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. “Come for me, come with me, be a good whore and come for my mouth.” 

That’s what you needed. You tipped over the edge and your orgasm washed over you, tearing screams and cries of Seonghwa’s name from your throat, sobbing from the pleasure. 

Seonghwa was right behind you, gasping and whimpering out your name as he came all over his hand, slowly stroking himself until it was over, chanting your name the whole time. 

You both laid there in your separate beds, panting heavily, trying to get your breath back. Neither of you said anything for a bit. 

But once you opened your eyes, the reality set in again. You were alone. Seonghwa wasn’t the one who fucked you. Seonghwa was hours away. He was only a voice through your phone. 

And the tears came back stronger than ever. 

Seonghwa’s heart broke hearing you cry. He knew exactly why. This wasn’t the first time you’d been on the phone with him and cried because he wasn’t there in your bed with you. The last night he was with you, you cried yourself to sleep on his chest, telling him how much you wished you could go with him. 

“Jagi?” He called softly. “Are you okay?” 

“No,” you sobbed, rolling onto your side and grabbing one of your pillows, hugging it tight. “You’re not here, and I need you here.” 

“I know.” Seonghwa’s throat was closing up and his nose burned as tears formed in his eyes. 

You grabbed your phone and set it closer to you. “I want you to hold me, and kiss me, and tell me I did good.” You sobbed out all your words, hardly making much sense, but Seonghwa heard you well enough. 

“You did so good for me, angel,” Seonghwa said softly, like he always spoke to you after sex. “I wish I could hold you and kiss you too.” He choked up and pursed his lips, trying not to burst into tears. 

You sobbed into the pillow. “I want you home!” 

And that was all it took to break him. The tears spilled over and down Seonghwa’s cheeks, softly sobbing and whimpering, curling up in his bed and wishing your arms were around him too. He missed you as much as you missed him, he spent many nights tossing and turning without you, yearning for your touch, your kisses, your voice. 

“I know, jagi, I wanna be home with you too,” he sobbed. “I want to so badly.” 

You both cried, not knowing how to comfort the other. There was no way around this. Your boyfriend wasn’t coming home for a while. A long while. You wouldn’t see him for a long while. The idea smashes your heart to pieces all over again. 

“Can’t I come see you?” You whimpered. 

“You could, but you know it wouldn’t be more than a day.” Seonghwa sniffled and got up to clean himself up. Every movement was slow and heavy. 

“I don’t care, I just need to see you.” You got up to clean yourself up too, slowly pulling the toy off of yourself and taking it with you to clean up. 

“Then maybe if you can somehow get a flight to the next country we’re performing in, I guess.” 

It didn’t take you long to find a flight to their next country. It was expensive, yes, but you had money saved up for this. Seonghwa told you months and months before the tour was announced to the world that there was going to be one. You’d been secretly saving up since then to afford such a trip to see him. 

Your everything. Your world. The light of your life. You needed to see him. 

You laid back down in bed, tired and ready to sleep. Seonghwa had cleaned himself up and laid back down as well, promising to wait until you felt tired enough to fall asleep. 

“You’ll really be there?” He asked softly. 

“I will, love,” you said back, just as soft. Seonghwa smiled, and his heart swelled at the thought. He couldn’t wait to have you in his arms again. 

“Then you need your sleep.” 

“I know.” Your eyes were already getting heavy, along with the rest of your body. 

“Sleep well, my precious jagi. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Hwa.” 

You ended the call first. It hurt to do it, but you knew Seonghwa wasn’t going to. 

You closed your eyes and let sleep take you away to dreamland, where your beloved was waiting for you again.

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

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[vexic929]

Have an angst prompt!

"Shit- no, hey, don't move. I've got you."

Oh I do love an angst prompt~

info on Bernadette and Tiff here and here

OCs are mine but based on Titans characters

Break-ins at the lab didn't happen often. S.T.A.R. had some of the best security available, developed in-house and maintained on a regular basis. But, that was before the Sanguine Sister incident, when most of the personnel had been brutally and ruthlessly murdered, including everyone who'd ever maintained the equipment. It hadn't been easy to clear the blood from the electronics and there were still dark stains in the grout on the main floor but, Bernadette thought they'd managed well enough.

Bernadette jumped about a foot when the first alarm tripped, shaken from her late-night musings as she scrambled for the nearest monitor to switch on the security feed. Nothing. But the alarm was still going. She flipped it off with shaking hands and took a breath. Everything was fine, Sanguine Sister had been banished to some other dimension far away from here.

The alarm went off again. Bernadette pored over the security feed, searching for any sign of the mystery intruder but to no avail. Maybe a meta?

She pulled out her phone and checked the time. 2:30am, Tiff was probably busy on patrol right now, she didn't need Bernadette interrupting. She turned off the alarm again and set her phone down, trying to calm her racing heart.

The alarm went off again. Before her brain had caught up, her fingers had already picked up the phone and called Tiff. Bernadette tried to take a breath to compose herself but she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Hey, baby, is everything okay?" Tiff asked, immediately concerned when she answered. Bernadette could hear the sound of the streets in the background, the low hum of city life that was usually a comforting sound.

"False alarm," Bernadette croaked, her voice tight with panic as she slammed the button to turn off the alarm again. "I think. I can't be sure, I can't find anything on the feeds but the alarms keep going off." She was trying to stay calm but her words were coming faster and faster and Bernadette could feel herself starting to hyperventilate.

"Stay where you are. I'll be there in five." Tiff said firmly.

"No- don't come here, please. You're busy. It's probably just a glitch in the system and I don't need you wasting your time on it." Bernadette argued weakly.

"Baby," Tiff's tone turned serious. "I'm on my way. Sit tight and try to breathe." She hung up before Bernadette could protest any further.

Bernadette scolded herself for being so irrational as she folded herself further into the desk chair and brought her knees up to her chest. The alarms hadn't even gone off when Sanguine Sister had attacked, she'd been undetectable until it was too late, so why was she panicking now?

The alarm went off again. Bernadette let out a little whimper and buried her face in her hands. The sound was too much, too loud, too much like screams and blood and death. She felt like she was spiraling, falling down the rabbit hole into darkness.

"Hey." A hand touched her shoulder and Bernadette jumped again. "Shit- no, hey, don't move. I've got you." Tiff's soothing voice filled her ears as she wrapped her arms around Bernadette's trembling frame.

"Oh god, Tiff-" Bernadette choked out before letting out a sob and burying her face in Tiff's shoulder.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay." Tiff rocked her back and forth gently, whispering calming words in her ear. "You're safe, you're here with me. I've got you."

"I-I'm sorry-" Bernadette gasped, trying to compose herself.

"You have nothing to apologize for." Tiff said firmly. "Do you want me to go have a look around or do you just want to go home?" She asked, rubbing circles on Bernadette's back.

Bernadette took a few deep breaths. "I can't go home, I'm not done-"

"Baby," Tiff interrupted, pulling back slightly to wipe Bernadette's cheeks. "You cannot work like this. You shouldn't be working yet anyway, it's only been a couple weeks. You need rest."

Bernadette sighed, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Tiff's and closing her eyes. "I know. I'm just-"

"Shh..." Tiff shushed her, brushing her lips against Bernadette's in a gentle kiss. "Come on, let's go home. We can cuddle on the couch, eat our weight in ice cream, and watch bad movies til we fall asleep." She grinned.

Bernadette couldn't resist a small smile, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Okay. Fine. I love you."

"I love you too." Tiff helped Bernadette out of the chair and wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her as they made their way out of the lab. "And next time, just call me right away, okay? I'm always here for you. Always."

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[misc-obeyme]

My love for pokemon has been ignited again recently, so let’s crossover it with another thing i like (Obeyme :D). What pokemon’s type the casts specialized in? Here’s my take:

Lucifer is probably dark or fire type (cuz it fits his aesthetics)

Mammon would be electric or dark type

Levi is obiviously water type

Satan probably psychic/grass? (Or he doesn’t specialized in any types at all, just cats)

Asmo is bug/fairy (i’m leaning onto bug types more cuz bugs are fashionable cuz y’know there’re plenty of clothes are based of bugs’ patterns?)

Beel: fighting type

Belphie: normal or ghost

Thirteen is definitely poison

raphael just gives me massive steel type

Diavolo would be dark/fire/ghost??? (Not sure)

And i think Solomon would be a professor (cuz i can’t think of a type that fits this old man lol). And i really struggle with the remaining characters tho (my imagination has really gone dry)

Ohhh boy. Not me being a huge Pokemon fan ldsaklfdsj. I shall not reveal my true age by telling you how many of these games I have played. MOVING ON

Okay, let's see, I've seen some speculation about what kinds of Pokemon the characters would have, but I haven't considered it myself. Mostly because I know that if I tried to create teams for all the characters I would go down a rabbit hole the likes of which no one has ever seen. I would spend days, possibly weeks, maybe even months, hyper fixating on it.

I think there are a lot of Pokemon that fit the characters but most of my ideas involve mixed type teams.

But if they were like gym leaders and had only one specific type that they specialized in? I think I can manage that?

These are just my general thoughts, kind of off the top of my head, but it's all subject to change at a moment's notice lol.

I agree with Lucifer being Dark. I can just see him having a Houndoom, Zoroark, possibly an Umbreon.

I can't help but think that Mammon would be Normal because there is no way that guy doesn't have a Meowth. Also wouldn't it be cute if he had a lil Eevee?? I also see him with a Zigzagoon.

Levi is definitely Water. Gyarados, Lapras, maybe a Greninja? Yeah that feels right.

Satan would absolutely just be cats. Though I do believe I saw someone say Mimikyu would be a good one for him, too, and I agreed with that argument! But if I had to choose a type for him, I think Psychic is a good choice. Since he tends to be more focused on knowledge and the mind, I think it could work. Plus can you imagine him with a Galarian Ponyta? And of course he'd have a Meowstic!

I tend to lean more toward Fairy for Asmo just because I'm pretty sure he doesn't like bugs lol. But I think if I was gonna choose something for Asmo, it'd be Grass. I know, but hear me out. How many Grass type Pokemon are straight up beautiful flowers? Give him a Bellossom or a Sunflora or a Roselia.

Then I would give Bug type to Beel lol. Though I absolutely feel like Fighting would work, too ('cause like omg Beel with a Machamp). I just think it goes with the whole fly situation, you know? Plus how cute would it be for him to have a Butterfree? I mean yeah okay he can have a Scyther too and like a Joltik but also give that guy a Cutiefly you know what I'm saying?

Belphie definitely gives me Ghost vibes for some reason. I can't explain it, but I just see him definitely having a Drifloon. Also a Gengar. And a Pumpkaboo just because that feels right too lol. I have no idea why.

I think Diavolo would be the Dragon type. That feels right to me. Dragonite, Salamence, Garchomp, maybe a Drampa or Goodra. I dunno, just feels like the right type for him.

I really can't decide on a single type for Barbatos. I think he'd like a Ghost type like Sinistea or a Fairy type like Comfey. But he's got the Little Ds, right?? They're close enough! Demon type lol.

Now I could totally see Solomon being one of those absolutely unhinged professor types lol. But I could also see him having Flying or Ice type. Or Psychic or Fairy. I think he could have any of those. Like give that grandpa an Alakazam or an Altaria or a Glaceon or a Clefable. Okay see this is what I mean when I start being unable to choose a specific type lol.

I could also see Simeon having Flying type. Again with a Swablu or Altaria, but also a Togekiss or Swanna.

Luke would be Fairy type. Especially considering how many Fairy type Pokemon are also desserts. Give that kid an Alcremie, a Slurpuff, and of course a Fidough! Also a Togepi to match Simeon's Togekiss.

I agree that Thirteen would be Poison. That feels accurate! Give her a Seviper and a Croagunk! Oh and a Salazzle.

I think Raphael could be Steel, Ground, or Rock lol. Or even Fighting I think would work too. I don't think there's a spear like Steel type, but there is the swords Aegislash. But I think I could see him with an Onix or like a Solrock too.

Mephisto completely baffles me. Maybe Poison also? Or Fire? I could see him with a Ninetails.

Well, these are just basic ideas, and I agree with multiple types for each character. It's too hard for me to give a single type to each! For instance, I also think Mammon would have a Gimmighoul and that's a Ghost type. I didn't even give anyone Electric in the end, but I could see him having a Pikachu, too lol.

Anyway, that was fun to think about, but you can see that if I got serious about it, I'd end up getting way too into it lol. I'm always open to hear other people's thoughts and ideas on this, too! I know others have discussed it before! (For instance, I recommend checking out @/another-lost-mc because I know Jes has a Pokemon AU!)

#I could really get into this but I am resisting so hard #but it's definitely fun to think about #and if anyone wants to share their headcanons please do #mine are just brainstormed right this minute so I'm not super attached to them or anything lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #anon asks #misc answers

[teenwolf-theoriginals]

over the past week, i've gotten some lovely messages asking if i'm okay, where i was, basically kind anons sending love. and then there were a few anons who asked about my peaky fics. this is kind long, so i'll put it under the "keep reading" line.

firstly, thank you to those who checked in. am i okay? not really, that's why i took time away. lately, it has been a real struggle with writing. i know it seems like i'm singing the same old tune. but this time around it felt different. i needed to step away, take time out for me and try to figure out why mentally i wasn't connecting with writing. i haven't completely figured it out, i'm still slowly working through falling back in love with my writing. it's been small steps this past week. i have written a little more for the shelby chaos family, organizing the stories has helped me break them down, it's just a matter of committing to writing them and hopefully not hating what i write. on top of me disconnecting with my writing, i felt really deflated with life in general. short version, i'm just feeling so sick and tired of feeling like nothing is working out for me. it's little things that had piled up, getting my hopes up with personal things, and dealing with up and down emotions.

secondly, the reason why my peaky fics aren't visible is because i have made them private. a large reason why i was starting to disconnect from writing was because every time i looked through my notifications, 99% of them were people mass liking. it made me question what the point was in me stressing over these fics, trying to perfect them if that's how they were going to be treated (if so many think writers should write for themselves, then why not just keep them to myself, which made me feel really sad that i was having that kind of thought). that then led me to self-doubt and i didn't want that to spiral further and end up hating my writing to the point where i stopped writing altogether. so, i made the decision to cut out seeing those mass likes for the sake of my sanity and love for writing (a.k.a overthinking brain making issues more intense and stressful than they need to be). if i wasn't constantly seeing like after like after like after like, i could focus solely on finding that spark again for writing. i know it might seem like a drastic or silly thing to do. i know most won't understand unless you have gone through that as a writer or content creator. it's very difficult to communicate just how mass liking can affect a content creator if you aren't one. it's a struggle writers go through constantly and it sucks. so many writers have shared how powerful feedback, interest, and excitement can be and it feels pointless because it ends up being the same tiresome cycle. there is only so much excitement a writer can harass for their own fics before they need others to do the same. this quote by ernest hemmingway describes it perfectly: "writing, at its best, is a lonely life". writers spend so much time alone with their fics, that sharing them makes us not feel so alone. and i don't think asking for a better balance between likes/reblogs/comments is an unreasonable request (also, i understand tumblr's algorithm sucks and it's hard to get most content to a wider audience. especially if so many are posting and only the popular ones end up on top of the tags. that is why reblogging is so important).

i don't know when i'm going to make the peaky fics public again. i don't think right now i'm 100% in a place where i can do that and not go back into that rabbit hole of self-doubt, frustration, over-thinking, etc. i might do so once i have finished a fic. i might even post later more about the shelby family chaos series, share a little bit of the upcoming fics. i hope nobody is too angry at me for privatising the fics. you will be able to read them again, just please be patient with me. especially since there are a handful of fics that you guys will be getting, so i hope that sorta makes up for not being able to read my older peaky fics right now...

also, in regard to my tommy "sweetheart" series. i made the decision after reading through it to delete all chapters but the first one. i know that may disappoint some people, but i have tried to find something that i like within it and i just haven't been able to. i really love the first part, but the rest i hated. and i know some may think that's unfair, especially if other people did love it, but i wasn't happy with it and i don't think the quality of the other parts matched the quality of the first part. maybe, way way down the road, i will write something new for it. but for now, it's going to stay a one-shot like it originally was meant to be.

i'm sending lots of love to anybody who may be struggling right now, or may not feel good enough either when it comes to writing, personal issues, etc. you are good enough! please, take care of yourself, it is not selfish to do so. life is heavy at times, find some joy and hold on to it. breathe and take it one day at a time. if you ever feel overwhelmed, talk to someone, blast your favourite tunes, go outside, binge-watch your favourite show. just do things that make you feel happy and peaceful. ♡

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