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melinoelliones · 7 months

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You had just watched Ellie lock lips with Dina from across the room, what to do now....

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: Strap-On, rough sex, jealousy/toxic (kinda), cursing, drugs and alcohol, no prep!! Fem Reader

1.9k words

This is a little off character but BARE WITH ME, PLEASE IM A STAR I PROMISE! I’M A ELLIE LOVER!! MAJOR ELLIE LOVER!!!!!

“No way? There’s no fucking way?” you growled, watching the girl you were semi-dating kiss Dina. What was even going on here? One second you were on a couch smoking with a friend, the next you were face to face with the unimaginable.

Tonight was the night of the big party at the base, you were all very much under the influence but the vibes were perfect, until just then that is. You both had even come to the party together, Ellie had only got up to grab you a drink, now she was kissing her friend in front of your eyes.

“I’m surprised she’d do that to you honestly, I wouldn’t let that slide” your friend chimed in, a hidden grin on her face as she picked back up her drink, her eyebrows high almost coaxing you to “do something about it”. What could you do, you guys weren’t even a proper couple.

As you questioned yourself as to if you should leave, Jesse strolled past, taking a seat in Ellies original spot which had probably gone cold due to how long she was with Dina at the kitchen island.

“What’s up? You seem a little low, did the weed hit ya or did you see that scene in the kitchen?” he chuckled awkwardly, nudging you softly, “oh so you saw that– guess we are both in the same boat then”, you exhaled, shifting your weight onto him, hand resting on his thigh unintentionally.

“Guess so, I’m not even sure how to react right now, didn’t expect that at all considering what me and Dina were just upstairs doi~ err I mean since we’re together”, “yh THAT’S what you meant to say” you rolled your eyes jokingly, leaning closer into Jesse as you sighed.

“Yeah…. Well I think this is my queue to leave”, before you could even turn to your friend who had just abruptly gotten up, you and Jesse both slipped back, him now towering over you on the coach as your back hit the arm.

“Ah fuck, sorry I was leaning on her with my full body weight” you spluttered, face heating up from the embarrassment, he was so close to you, his face merely a few inches from yours, “aha no you’re good, I got no balance myself” he admitted, his eyes scanning every inch of yours. Maybe it was because you were both under the influence but it felt like the entire interaction lasted minutes whereas in reality it was a few seconds, even as these thoughts ran through your brain you were both still in the same position.

“I erm, sorry let me help you”, “t~thanks Jesse ” you replied, his arm pulling you up by your waist. Just as you were about to let him move his hand you felt a fiery presence, and it didn't take a scientist to figure out exactly who it was.

Glancing up, you could see Ellie, cup in hand accompanied by a scowl like thunder planted on her face, “What are you doing?”. “It’s not what it looks li~” “No one was talking to you Jesse ” she sneered, eyes never leaving yours. “Are you for real right now?”, a smile of utter shock emerging on your face as you scoffed, “this isn’t funny, at all really.”

Was she really getting mad right now as if she wasn’t tongue deep in her friend's mouth like 5 minutes ago? You hadn’t even done anything, yeah maybe you shouldn’t have been so up close with Jesse but at least you didn’t kiss this guy, and the position you were both in was a total accident anyway.

Jesse silently yet stiffly shuffled away as you continued to have what almost felt like a staring contest with the girl, her anger rising every second but you refused to back down. “We are leaving…. now”, she demanded, grabbing your arm to make sure you followed behind.

As mad as she was, you could feel how soft her touch was with you however the urgency was still there. You followed in silence as you both left the party and headed towards her house, you could almost hear her muttering to herself as you reached her door.

Strolling through with absolutely to care in the world she slammed the door behind you, her cold stare almost piercing through your back. “So that’s how it is huh, I leave for 5 minutes and you go about getting all cozy with Jesse?”.

What was she talking about? He was just holding your waist, she was kissing a whole other woman. Your mind couldn’t even really comprehend what was going on due to your anger and the drugs.

“So now I can’t be close to boy friends?”, “What is up with you tonight, we were fine when we got there” she asked, still facing your back as you refused to face her. “What’s up with ME? You kissed a whole woman in front of my face, am I supposed to sit there and be chill about it?”, you spat, taking a few steps towards her bed.

“What are you talki~ OH you saw that? Is that really why you’re acting this way? Grow up”

“The fuck you mean, grow up? Who do you think you’re talking t~”, Ellie cut you off as you tried to finish your sentence, pushing you back harshly onto the bed.

“Are you jealous? Maybe even upset that Dina got the first kiss of the night perhaps?” Ellie snickered, her body hovering above, her face barely centimetres from yours. You had to admit, being under her always had an effect on you, even while pissed off she was hot.

“Far from it, but it seemed like you looked a little jealous when Jesse was sitting with me, his arm around my waist while our bodi~”, you teased before Ellie cut you off, her cold lips catching you by surprise as you attempted to follow her rough rhythm.

You watched as Ellie broke the kiss angrily whilst attempting to catch your own breath, the taste of the alcohol she drank lingering in your mouth, “God you’re so annoying when you try to piss me off, but fuck you look so good doing it” she groaned, sauntering over to her drawers, rummaging through them with no rhyme or reason.

Just as you attempted to get up you were met with her face once again, this time a harsher expression spread across her face. “Is this what you wanted huh? First you dress all skimpy to our friend's party, then you get all up close with a guy you don’t even like. It’s almost like you set out to make me jealous from the start” Ellie spat, the venom of her words just rolling off the tongue as she unbuckled her jeans, your body almost tingling from the narcotics.

“But if you really wanna know I had hoped you wouldn’t see that. Dina was super drunk, I was helping her sober up and when I went to grab you a drink she kissed me. I’m going to assume you immediately stopped watching though as you missed the part where I pushed her away and cussed her out”.

She’s not wrong, you had stopped looking after you saw the kiss, that girl's tongue in her mouth was enough to make you want to hurl, but wow you now felt silly. She scoffed, her eyes never even bothering to meet yours, as she began to attach one of the largest straps she owned to the already tightened harness she had been wearing the whole night under her jeans.

“Oh, I apologise, I didn’t even realise”, you sympathised, attempting to get up before Ellie pulled your legs to her waist, your skirt landing on your stomach putting your lower half on show, your soaked underwear earning a slight groan from her. “Nuh uh, where do you think you’re going?”.

“I may forgive you but I’ll still give you what you deserve” the girl groaned, running her calloused hands against your side “and what do I deserv~ ah fuck Ellie” you hissed, your body jolsting backwards as pushed past your underwear and into your sopping core, the strap disappearing completely inside of you.

“Atta girl, you got it, so fucking wet for me already” She grinned, letting your walls adjust to the size, all your words slowly coming back to you. “P~Please Ell”, “Please what baby? Use your words” Ellie purred leaving a trail of small kisses along your neck, your needy body twitching with every one. “Please f~fuck me” you answered as she pulled up one of your thighs to open you up.

“That’s what I like to hear, of course I will” the girl smirked, crashing her lips back into yours as she rode her hips into yours, allowing the crown to kiss your sweet spot with precision, she didn’t want you to lose yourself too fast. With every thrust she swallowed down your sweet moans and curses, every stride feeling like pure heaven due to the drugs effects, her free hand caressing your cheek.

“F~Feels so good” you choked out, the strap filling every inch of you, “I know baby, it's a-almost like I can feel you clenching around this thing” she grunted, her strides losing momentum ever so slightly as the fabric from the harness grinded against her needy clit.

Nothing but pants and moans filled the air, both of you feeding off of the anger and jealousy that was radiating off of one another. “Ellie, I~I’m so close, please” you sobbed, the coil in your stomach as tight as could be, “already?” she laughed, your furrowed eyebrows telling her everything she needed to know.

“C’mon then, cum for me baby” she cooed, eyes focused on you as she rutted into you with full force. Her momentum slowing down as you grabbed her closer, lapping your lips across one anothers whilst you pulled her waist into you with your legs around her waist taking the entire strap, “you want me that bad” she joked biting your lip resulting in another moan from you whilst you came.

Your hips rocked back and forth as your walls tightened around the strap riding out your orgasm, the burn in your stomach cooling down as Ellie groaned, reaching her own high as the rigid harness straps tightened allowing her swollen clit to continue rubbing against it harshly.

“F~Fuck babe, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to keep standing” the girl jested, her legs trembling as you untied yours from her waist, your body breathless whilst she slowly pulled out making sure to take in the sight of her now white coated strap.

“Wanna clean it off for me?” she hinted, sitting you up and lowering the dripping cock to your lips as you stuck your tongue out with a nod. “Good girl, just like that” Ellie whispered, a smug look on her face as she watched your tongue lap the length of it, cleaning it off just as she wanted before letting it drop to the floor.

“Now c’mere baby” the girl smiled, pulling you into another kiss, the taste of you in her mouth returning her on ever so slightly. The night may be in full swing but it was just the beginning for you both, after all the drama all Ellie wanted was you to herself, and she had full intentions of showing you exactly that.

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justice-flonne · 2 months

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Twitter and the death of Media Literacy

As the original post now has reblogs turned off before this post came out of the queue, looks like I have to make my own

Lemme tackle picture number 2 first. Number one, what the HELL do you mean "normal mentally ill [woman]"?? There's no such thing. There's not even such a thing as normal non-mentally ill. Everyone is different and has different reactions and symptoms. and number two: where the fuck do you get off calling the author a sex pest for the "crime" of exploring her options in brothels (well, i guess maybe it is a crime, i forget how japan's laws are, but still. i better not hear you demanding more rights for sex workers while indirectly demeaning their jobs, ya nitwit)? Being gay (or even just non-conforming, and that's not even just about gender) in Japan, while not as bad as say, the Middle East, is not exactly a walk in the park. She probably at the time of writing didn't have many options, and everybody explores their sexuality in different ways. It's really messed up that you're calling the author a sex pest for describing her life, especially since she did nothing wrong (as in, her encounters were all consensual. again, don't fully know the laws regarding brothels there. i think it's a "we'll pretend we didn't see that" scenario)

This also kinda ties into the downright dangerous idea that an lgbt+ person, lesbians especially, can only be an innocent pure being. that kind of thinking can and HAS gotten people into horrible abuse scenarios

As for the "incest"... whoo boy, this is gonna be long:

Now, I have actually read this manga, and I can cite the pages with the supposed "incest" mentioned in the first pic. I'd elaborate, but I'm admittedly quite bad at that, so I'll let the comic speak for itself:

(forgive me if there's any errors in the alt text. it's late 😭)

As you can see, the author does not LITERALLY want to fuck her mother. She has childhood issues from not enough affection (elaborated elsewhere in the book, but I'm tired. read it yourself. i got these pages from a definitely legal website, so can you), and wants to be held and coddled. She even straight up says what she feels is abnormal and yearns for a woman NOT RELATED TO HER to do things with. She KNOWS what she feels is strange and wants to (and eventually DOES) grow from this. I could post more images, but i'm probably pushing my luck as is

Point is, you "adults" really, REALLY need to learn that depiction is not the same as endorsement. Not everything is as cut and dry as the Marquis de Sade. This is, as the damn title says, the author's experience with loneliness as a result of growing up with an emotionally distant mother in a society that is markedly different than America

please, PLEASE, learn to think critically, and i mean "critical" in a "english class analysis" kind of way (for lack of a better term), not a "this thing you like is bad and it offends me" "critical." It's alright to be uncomfortable with things and even to not like things, hell I myself am a HUGE hater, but please, don't throw a tantrum because a real person wasn't a smol bean like you hoped

holy shit i need to go to bed

#my lesbian experience with loneliness #nagata kabi #media illiteracy #mental illness #abuse #we're all living in amerika #good grief #lgbt #twitter #this is at least partly due to the tumblr exodus so it's not fair to pin it all on twitter #but i'm gonna anyway

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cringemesstickles · 7 months

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A Squealing Surprise

(TickleTober Day 11: Squeal)

Summary: Johnny’s been a little sad and Pony wants to see him smile

Pairing: None implied

Word Count: 613

A/N: I wanted to write something for them bc they’re just adorable ahshsb

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Johnny had been a little downcast as of late, his typical puppy dog expression even more prominent than usual.

Ponyboy, his best friend, wanted nothing more than to see that heart-melting Johnny Cade smile, and he knew just how to get it.

The pair were lounging on the Curtis's living room couch, Pony secretly plotting his ambush.

“You’ve been lookin' real down, Johnny. Something on your mind?” He lightly probed, trying to set up the perfect moment to put his plan in motion.

Johnny seemed to snap back to reality just then, blinking and momentarily processing the question.

Finally, he answered mellowly. “Nothin' in particular… just the usual stuff, ya know?”

The youngest Curtis boy nodded in response, briefly forgetting his plan in favor of providing support.

However, this was the perfect moment.

Trying to bite back a grin, Ponyboy sat up and turned towards his friend, unable to hide the mischievous sparkle in his eye.

“Ya know, they do say laughter is the best medicine…”

When Pony began wiggling his fingers in the air, Johnny had gotten the message.

“Ponyboy, don’t you d-dare!”

Taking that as his queue, the blonde pounced on his friend, fingers digging into his sides.

“EEK- Pohohony, q-quit ihihit!” He squeaked and giggled, trying to squirm away from the tickling fingers, though they only seemed to follow wherever he went, only amplifying his sense of desperation.

“Why? You aren’t ticklish, are you?”

The teasing only seemed to get under the older boys skin, which was starting to turn a soft pink.

“Y-You know I ahahaham!”

By this point, Ponyboy couldn’t help giggling along, finding the slightly shy laughter quite infectious.

“You sure do have a nice laugh, Johnny. Maybe we could get it louder?..” He then moved his fingers upwards towards the scrawny ribcage, and that did it.

A high pitched squeal filled the air.

Ponyboy stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

Johnny had slapped his hands over his mouth, his eyes just as wide as Pony’s, seemingly unaware he could make such a sound.

“Did you just squeal?!” The younger boy laughed, pleasantly surprised by the reaction.

Johnny on the other hand looked terribly flustered, his tan skin turning as red as a rose.

“That’s soho embahaharrassing…” He whined, burying his flushed face in his hands, his voice tinged with slight insecurity.

The youngest Curtis laughed and poised his hands above the newly found soft spot, eyes glittering with glee.

“Aw, don’t be shy, Johnny! It was a cute squeal!” He assured, resuming his skittering to see if he could evoke the same reaction.

Low and behold, Johnny let out yet another squeal, this one louder than the last.

“PONY, PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Johnny kicked his legs and squirmed with reckless abandon, trying to bat at the hands that were mercilessly attacking his worst spot.

The younger pretended to ponder, not pausing his motions.

“Hmm.. I don’t know, Johnny… Do you think you’ve laughed all the sadness away?”

All the response he got was a frantic nod of the head. Johnny’s face was flushed and tears of mirth were running down his face.

On one hand, Pony wanted to hear more of the happy laughter, but on the other, he didn’t wanna kill his best friend.

Finally pulling his hands away, the Curtis boy sat next to his friend who was curled up letting out leftover giggles.

“Thahanks, Pony. I-I needed thahat..” Johnny confessed, looking at the blonde with eyes full of gratitude.

Ponyboy smiled proudly, crossing his arms in triumph.

“Don’t mention it.”

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and joy, the previous somber mood completely faded, leaving only glee.

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d1strxct · 1 year

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𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“Hey, have you seen my hat ‘round here? I coulda sworn it was on the table.”

Looking up from your place on the couch, you shook your head at Cassidy. He had the most confused face you’ve ever seen, and it took everything in you not to giggle at his predicament. Of course you knew where it was, as you were the one who had taken it.

He stared at you for a good minute, and when you made no signs of lying, he hummed and spun on his heel to go back down the hallway.

“Alright then. I’ll go ask Hanzo if he’s seen it. I bet ya he took it with how stealthy he is.”

You smirked to yourself and continued scrolling on your phone. To you, it was hilarious seeing him so puzzled. After a few minutes of nonchalant browsing, you heard yells from Hanzo’s room.

“Are you accusing me of taking your hat?”

“I have reason to believe it was you!”

“Cole for the last time, I did not steal your hat!”

You snorted quietly at hearing the two grumpy men bantering. It was always entertaining to listen to them argue over little things. It went silent for a few moments, and then all of a sudden, loud laughter could be heard from down the hall. Was that… Hanzo’s laughter?

You put your phone down on your lap to focus on the conversation better.

“No! Noho! Don’t tickle me! Cole!”

Your blood ran cold at hearing those words. Cole Cassidy was a ruthless tickler and you did NOT want to be at the hands of him. You felt a bit of pity for the Shimada, but you still couldn’t help but find the whole situation funny.

“Just tell me where you put it and I won’t go for your ribs!”

Over his loud cackling, you just barely heard him say your name. That traitor!

“I saw them take it! Now- haha, please!”

That was your queue to leave. You quickly leaped off the couch and ran the opposite way of Cassidy’s loud yelling of your name.

Behind you, you heard the door to Hanzo’s room open and the rapid pounding of footsteps follow after you.

“Get back here, ya little fraud!”

You traveled through the seemingly endless hallways and turned left and right at each new opening. Cassidy’s steps never strayed too far though. He was hot on your tail and you were running out of stamina. Running down one more hallway, you took your chances with the door on the right, which trapped you right into a dead end.

‘Well, I had a good life,’ you thought.

Slowly turning around with a sigh, you saw Cole standing directly in front of you, an irritated yet playful look etched onto his features.

“So, ya wanna fess up or deal with this the hard way?” His voice showed no real anger and you let a guilty smile creep onto your face.

“I didn’t take it?”

He let out a deep chuckle and shook his head. Stepping towards you, he looked at you in the eyes. His gruff voice spoke out.

“Well, you had a good life.”

With that, he grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you over his shoulder. You yelped and grunted as he started walking back the way you both came from.

“Hey! Put me down, Cole!” You gently slapped and hit his back, yet your efforts were futile. His stronghold never once loosened and, soon enough, you were back on the couch.

He took your phone that was left there and moved it onto the small stand next to the couch. Lightly tossing you on the couch, you grunted and made a move to get back up, but he put a firm hand on your shoulder and lowered you back down. He repositioned his leg on the other side of yours to straddle your waist and you gulped.

“W-wait! Let’s talk about this!”

Cassidy smirked and narrowed his eyes at you. “We did, and you lied right to my face.” His hands grasped your wrists and put them under his knees, rendering you immobile. Anticipatory giggles slipped from your mouth and you couldn’t help trying to squirm out of his grip.

His eyes never looked away from yours and his hands crept towards your torso, fingers wiggling tauntingly. “I ain’t even doing anythin’ yet, why are you laughing?”

His fingers touched down on your sides and you flinched, a squeak leaving your lips. He didn’t move them though, as he just let them rest there.

“Any last words?”

A moment of silence passed.

“You look better with it o- no!”

Before you could finish your sentence, his fingers went straight to work. They squeezed and prodded and poked at your sides and ribs, earning a bout of laughter from you. You threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut, involuntarily squirming around.

“Will you tell me where ya put my hat, dear?” Cassidy asks as he scribbles his fingers against your ribs. Taking a deep breath, you managed a “no!” through giggles. He shrugged his shoulders and moved his hands to your hips, gently squeezing the spot right above the bone.

“It’s your funeral.”

Your feet kicked out on the other side of the couch and you cackled. Shaking your head from side to side, you weakly pulled at your wrists, but they were still stuck under Caissdy’s weight. “Hey, did ya know I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the piano?”

Your eyes went wide and you fixed your gaze on him. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, that bastard. Leaving your hips, his hands found the vacancy on your lowermost ribs.

You shouted out pleas of “no” and “please,” but it didn’t deter the cowboy at all.

“I think if I press here, this sound comes out, right?” His index finger pressed on your rib and you squeaked. He smiled and nodded his head, chucking. “Yes! That’s the sound!”

“I think with a tap here and a scribble there, I’ll be a pro in no time! What do ya think?” He asked as he skittered his nimble fingers in the same spot.

You giggled maddeningly and shook your head. “You s-suck at playing the piano!”

He gasped and squinted his eyes at you. “Well that’s just mean! I’ll show ya how good I am.”

Before you could even blink, rapid fingers were scribbling on your ribs, sending tickly sensations coursing through your body. You shrieked and once again your head was thrown back against the arm of the couch. His fingers seemed to be everywhere at once and you howled with laughter.

After a few moments of his ruthless piano playing, he let up. You greedily sucked in deep breaths and giggles poured out of your lips. He grinned down at you.

“One last chance to fess up, pumpkin. Or I won’t be so lenient.”

You blushed at the thought of what he would do. Of what he could do. But of course, you were stubborn. Sucking in all of your giggles, you let a smirk take over your features with newfound confidence.

“You can kick the dust.”

And just like that, the confidence was gone. Cassidy didn’t say anything nor did his facial expression change. His hands grabbed yours from underneath his knees and he put them above your head. One hand held both of yours while the other wiggled in front of you.

You drew in a breath and prepared for the ticklish onslaught. Closing your eyes, you waited for your death. Except it never came. You could hear your heartbeat in your chest and the silence in the room was deafening. Curious, you peeked an eye open to look at what was happening.

As soon as you did, Cassidy’s hand landed on your armpit, his swift fingers kneading the soft skin. A piercing screech ripped from your throat that could’ve alerted the whole Overwatch team, followed by boisterous laughter.

Cole was taken aback by your scream, but it didn’t deter his tickling. You tried to pull your arms down with all your might, but he was just too damn strong. Your body squirmed from side to side and your feet kicked wildly.

He switched to the other underarm after a few moments and more laughter broke from you. Deciding to use both hands, Cassidy let go of your wrists and quickly shot it under your other arm. Your arms came crashing down to your sides and you squealed.

His fingers softly scribbled against the hollows and he chuckled. “Aw man, my hands are stuck now! Lift your arms!”

In between fits of laughter, you shook your head madly. “N-no! It’s a t-trap!”

Now it was Cassidy’s turn to cackle. His head was thrown back as he continued to tickle you. “Now why would it be a trap? C’mon!”

If you weren’t in your current situation, you would roll your eyes at his innocent tone. You didn’t say anything back, not that you could anyway. Laughter kept coming out of your mouth as you squirmed as much as you could.

Because of your loud laughter, you didn’t notice that Hanzo had been standing in the room, a sly smirk on his face as he watched the scene play out. His arms were crossed against his chest and he leaned on the wall.

Cole turned his head to look at him and spoke. “Oh hey, looks like our little friend doesn’t wanna fess up where my hat is. So I had to teach them a lesson about lying.”

Hanzo chuckled and looked back at you. Your head whipped to look at him and you shouted pleas through your bubbling laughter.

“H-Hanzo! Help me! Please!”

He pretended to think of an answer, his hand coming up to stroke his chin. “Hm. If I remember correctly, I was put through torture because of you. So no.”

Even Cassidy rolled his eyes at Hanzo’s dramatic words. He looked down at you and watched as you stuck out your tongue at the archer through cackles and squeals. His fingers never stopped scratching at your skin throughout the whole conversation.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours of tickling, Cassidy could tell you were reaching your limit. He stopped moving his fingers and let them rest against your underarms. Taking deep breaths, you thanked whatever gods were out there for the moment of peace.

“Oh my g-god! That was brutal!” Cole smirked and removed his fingers from your body. The sudden movement made you flinch and squeal, and both men laughed. Cassidy got off of your waist and you quickly curled up into a ball on your side.

Residual giggles leaked from your lips and you took in deep breaths. “So,” the cowboy started, “where’d ya put my hat?”

“It’s in the cabinet.”

Cassidy nodded and walked towards the one you pointed at. Opening the door, he grabbed his hat and put it back on his head.

He walked back over to where you were still laying on the couch and grinned. “Don’t let it happen again,” he spoke, “or else it’ll be a lot worse.” He poked your side for emphasis and you swatted his hand away.

“Okay! Okay, I got it!”

He chuckled and strolled out of the room. You closed your eyes and sighed, enjoying the peacefulness. It wasn’t for long though, as seconds later you remembered a certain Hanzo who was still standing against the wall.

“Can I help you?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.

Hanzo narrowed his eyes at you with a small smirk. “I need to get my revenge too for your little stunt.” He made a move of stepping towards you and your head shot up at him.

“Nuh uh! Absolutely not!” You pushed yourself up with the little strength you had left and ran back down the hall.

So much for a break.

#overwatch #tickling #tickle fic #overwatch tickling #sfw tickling community #cole cassidy x reader #what if this sucks #whoopsies

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maledistributionsystem · 1 month

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Heyy i have a question for you bro. First of all i love your posts, it's so encouraging and makes me feel genuely better abt myself. My question is how do i make up for a boyhood i never had? I'm 18 and transitioning isn't available to me, my country is extremely homophobic and id simply need someone to tell me my chest doesn't make me a girl etc but i don't know any queer folks irl and it feels like im missing out

Thank you for contacting the Male Distribution System Bark Line. Remember: Mens bodies come in many shapes, sizes, colors, and heights. Being unconventional does not detract from your validity. Your message is in the queue...

hey man whats good!

This is something I've been doing/thinking about for years, and honestly I'm not sure how applicable my advice is, but i'll still try :^)

I grew up real sheltered and closed away from the world, there's a lot that I never got the chance to experience or be taught that I've had to make up for. I'll ask ya, What weren't you allowed to do due to your socialization/upbringing? for me the answers are: Tackle football, watching star wars, playing with "boy toys" from fast food meals, walking around shirtless, wearing "simple" clothes, stuff like that.

Dont be afraid to derive gender euphoria from shit thats uselessly gendered. I still use Old Spice deoderant because it was Boy Deoderant and i really liked the way it smelled when i was 17 lol. Buy "mens" body wash, use "mens" razors, stuff like that! (In america all these things are less than 10$ so im very sorry if thats bad advice for you)

My answer for experiencing boyhood is: Let yourself be free in all the ways you wish you could have at that age. Collect monster trucks, build lego sets, watch wrestling or mma or boxing or [insert overwhelmingly male-dominated physical sport here], engage with hobbies that are male-dominated and feel good about talking to other men online who participate too.

honestly on that note, make a social media account divorced from any of your other ones with no indicators whatsoever that you're trans, just say you're a man (if you specify at all) and interact with dudes anonymously, kinda like you did me here. It's such a quiet and hidden thing to do, but when i was in highschool (14-17 years old for me) it was one of the most validating things i did for myself. I was just one of the guys, because i literally am.

But also, that boy needs to cry. I'm serious, let him scream and be angry and punch things, let him be sad and ask "why couldnt i have this before?". That little boy inside you could use the aknowledgement.

Also hey, i know you dont got no IRL queer folks to say it to you, so i will: having a chest dont make you any less of a man. Wearing a binder hurts my back, badly. So i stopped wearing them and havent worn a binder in a few years now. I still correct people to tell them im a dude. I just let them hang about freely. I'm just a dude with a chest, and i make people deal with seeing that. Even if you can't go around correcting people and shit, i want you to know it in your heart. Dudes have chests sometimes. Not even just trans dudes! Cis dudes get gynecomastia at varying (but usually a bit older) ages and have to get surgery too. Hell, even those gymrats addicted to roids get tit fat that need to be removed. They're all still men, and so are you. I dont care what it looks like, you're still a man.

I'm sorry if this wasn't quite what you was looking for, but i hope you know you're a brother to us all, and like any brother would, i hope you get what you're looking for out of your life. You deserve it.

Be easy, now ☆

#Bark Line #had to redo my tags on this one bc i forgot using quotations fucks them up. gods i hate tumblr sometimes #anyways #it might look stupid or childish to other people to see me sitting here like #'play into gender roles to make yourself feel better'#but im actually serious it feels so good and the unnecessary gendering of random shit isnt going away #might as well use it to make yourself feel better lol

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halfmoondaze · 2 years

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I'm p sure Jack said he likes sweethearts so what if he meets yn who's a really sweet and shy fan at a meet and greet and it goes from there? I'm talking yn is an angel personified and jack is well, ya know. Him.

Today you were meeting no other than Jack Harlow for the first time in a Meet and Greet. The days leading up to now didn’t feel real as you were almost sort of in denial that this day would come. And here you were, standing in the queue getting closer and closer to the end of the line.

And then, there he was. Looking more handsome than ever. He looked taller in person. How attractive, you thought to yourself. He turned around and gazed at you with a smile that could make you melt right there on the spot.

“Hey”

“Im-I…..hi”

Sensing she was nervous, he pulled her close and hugged her.

“Awwww,” his fans said consumed by the cute interaction.

“Are you alright?” he said slightly pulling away while rubbing her back.

“Yeah. You’re great”

He laughed finding her endearing.

“No, you’re great” he said. “Do you want a picture?”

You slightly laughed at yourself for being so clumsy.

“Yeah, yeah”

“Ok” he smiled.

You gave the staff your phone and you and Jack posed for a pic.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N”

“Beautiful name. It was nice to meet you”

“You too”

“Bye”

“Love ya” he said before moving on to the next fan.

You were screaming inside from the excitement and most likely smiling like a fool as you walked away.

Suddenly, a staff member approached you.

“Miss Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Jack Harlow wants to know if it's ok for you to see him afterward?”

You stopped in your tracks as your brain attempted to make sense of what the staff has just said to you.

“What?”

“He was meet you afterward” the staff said laughing at your reaction.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah”

“Yeah, I would like that”

They escorted you to a room in the venue where there was a sofa where you could wait until he came around. You couldn’t help yourself from nervously looking at your phone, part of you thinking this has got to be some sort of prank. And by the time each minute passed you were growing more impatient and anxious.

After 40 minutes, you were about to head out, when his tall frame appeared in front of you.

“Hey, I hope I didn’t make you wait forever”

You smiled shyly.

“No, it's ok. To be honest I was thinking this was probably some kind of elaborate joke” you awkwardly laughed.

“Never” he said. “I feel this sort of magnetism towards you and I needed to figure out what this was all about. So why don’t I take you out and see if we can get to the bottom of this?”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

He laughed finding her cute.

“Yeah I’m asking you on a date, what do you say?”

“I'd love to”

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kentos-filmcamera · 2 years

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now playing... CANDY

a ella le gusta vacilar, todos los weekenes' irse a janguear

ella es loquita pero dulce como candy

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x afab!reader

summary: when your boyfriend gets too hot and bothered at the club !

wc: 1.2k

cw: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI), small letters just for the intro, aged up/18+ characters, college AU but that's just for context, established relationship, semi-public sex, implied sub!okkotsu, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, PERREO WOOHOO, light latinx culture symbolism, latinx coded reader + friends, yuuta is a horny lil mf who gets turned on by nothing rip, fingering, riding (reverse cowgirl included), mostly-clothed sex, food trading (just a lollipop), implied unprotected sex.

inspired by: candy by plan b & CANDY - Remix by ROSALÍA ft. Chencho Corlerone

A/N: LE GUSTA LO KINKY NASTY AUNQUE SEA FANCY SE PONE CRANKY SI LO HAGO ROMANTIC lol a fucking classic, yet another reggeaton song fic but this time jjk 0 got me in SHAMBLES im sorry kenken baby but you’ve gotta share sometimes fanks to my loyal beta @erenllegayseva n my darling love @cherrykamado who hopped on this madness when i reached out <33 los reales ANYWAY bone apple teeth ;P

“Aw c’mon, baby, lighten up. It’s going to be fun!”

Okkotsu now remembered your voice very clearly in the queue to enter the club, dressed up in a mini skirt and a skimpy top, clinging onto him to avert the eyes of hungry people trying to see what’s under those tight pieces of clothing. He found it so endearing still, even after more than a few months of dating, you stuck yourself to him as if he was the prize; so proud to have him as your boyfriend, the one and only.

The memory struck him like lightning, you were applying some lip gloss under the grim lights the lampposts grazed upon the poor innocent souls waiting for the turn in for a rather packed space condecorated with sticky flooring, impressive UV paintings on the walls, overpriced alcohol and bodies rubbing themselves against each other. Though the lighting was sketchy, you shone brighter than the sun in his eyes, and your lip gloss sparkled enough to blind anyone who turned in your direction.

Wait, Overpriced alcohol. Yes, that, cheap alcohol at that pre-game and the CBD pen he carried on that tiny shoulder purse were the reason he overlooked your comment at the queue. That seemingly innocent comment now made him wonder if this was you and your friends’ definition of fun.

Your plush ass bouncing against his crotch to the beat of the music.

It was fun; he found himself enjoying the apparently traditional way of dirty dancing amongst his girlfriend’s culture. You definitely thought it was fun, a dazed smile swirling at your lips despite the cherry candy lollipop stick stuck between them. Yuuta was even taught to grind back against you, his hands placed on your hips, slender fingers delving into the clothed skin.

“Go, white boy, go!” He had heard too many times to count with his own two hands, your friends dissipating his insecurities just as they coursed through his mind.

He had seen your perreo abilities before. Fun was one way to describe it. Except for the fact he was becoming intoxicated with your movements.

Cómo se siente - Remix was a particularly romantic song for those who had someone to mingle themselves with— of course, it was about sex, but the beat was lighthearted comparing to other hits that went through the night— and for once in a while you turned around to sing to your boyfriend, who looked down at you as your hand grazed his neck, toying with the hem of the long sleeve navy shirt. Yuuta was the one to initiate the kiss, giving straight away his intentions, if the growing boner in his pants wasn’t enough.

“Need ya’, I need you now” He slurred, more drunk on the fresh memory of your hips moving side to side than the substances he had taken. Your hips hit every single beat to perfection, ass jiggling along with the action made his mouth water in a way not even the Cuba libre couldn’t down.

Though you gave it, Okkotsu barely waited for your approval to swoop your wrist and drag you to the long hall of bathrooms, catching his lips in yours before the door was even closed, stumbling onto the tiny room.

“Please, please” He groaned, his hands ravaging your body under and over the clothes, sloppy open-mouthed kissing filling every inch of the length of your neck. Your perfume was only clouding his senses even further, the familiar scent now seemed to have foreign effects on his body.

“W-what has gotten into you?” You breathed out in a chuckle between moans, one of your perfectly styled brows quirking up. Though you played dumb over the growing wet patch dampening your panties, a bit fascinated with the way you were both on the same wavelength more times that you could count.

“Your dancing is so incredible, '' Okkotsu looked up at you, those entrancing eyes softening into those similar of a puppy, pupils noticeably dilated. He watched with a pout as a mischievous smile rose upon your lips slowly, in a way the Cheshire Cat would envy.

“I want you, please, I’ll be quick” Yuuta kept on whining, pulling your panties aside when you gave a frenetic nod of approval.

His breath hitched when he noticed you were near aroused as he was, rough-skinned fingers rubbing circles on that swollen nub soon had you mewling, knees weakening when he pumped his fingers in and out of your heat. His moans matched yours though he wasn’t even being touched in any shape or form. Your pleasure was his.

“C’mon baby, weren’t you desperate?” You taunted him with a coo. The music was loud enough to cover any sounds, including yours, inside the divided bathroom. Still, your voice bounced around the tiled walls, droopy eyes looking back up at his hungry ones.

“Uhu! S-sorry” He whimpered, allowing you to push him to sit at the closed toilet seat, rushedly pulling down his light wash jeans and underwear, his achingly hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen.

The stuffy secretive stall, the beat thumping over your moans, the steps outside, drunk girls chattering and the new lollipop swirling at your lips mindlessly as you pushed your limits to ride his cock had Okkotsu even more dazed and confused than he was before. His moans were sweet like the cherry candy you hid inside the material of your blouse, between your tits.

“Open” You ordered, and he familiarly stuck his tongue out for you “Hold this for me, mkay cupcake?” You hummed, sitting completely on his cock before placing the lollipop on his tongue after giving it a few licks yourself.

Without another word utter, you turned to give your back to him, his fingers not shying away from the curve of your ass, mouth watering around the hard candy. You sat there for a mere second before you recognized the song, his dark blue eyes widening as you rode his cock and bounced your ass to the beat of the song.

“Fuuuuuck, honey” Yuuta moaned, watching you put on a show for him. Not being able to contain his urges any further, a yelp left your mouth when he used the seemingly invisible strength to pull back up into your feet, back inevitably arching. You could feel his ragged breath and the lollipop stick grazing your neck, keen hands groping your tits until they were freed from the constraints of the skimpy blouse that bunched up mid-torso.

“Kiss me” You demanded. Yuuta pulled the sugared treat out of his mouth before pulling back by your neck and into a sloppy, wet kiss. Satisfying your wishes, his hips begun to create a new pace, one that let him appreciate well enough the way your ass jiggled with each thrust.

Yuuta’s hips rutted into you, in a similar manner to what they did earlier. The way he was thrusting into you seemed as though he wanted to fuck you into and through the cold wall, cheek pressed against it.

For the rest of the night, Okkotsu didn’t shy away to grind into you with force as he bent you down, feeling himself in the same way you and your group did. He did become worthy of earning impressed looks and teasing from your friends who saw him as the shy type earlier on. In response, he just shrugged, winked and smiled. A lollipop stick dangling from between his lips tugged into a smirk. Yes, dancing with you was fun.

#yuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu smut #yuuta okkotsu x you #jjk yuuta #jjk okkotsu #yuta x y/n #yuta x reader #the film camera snaps a pic — 📷 gee writes

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hwapetals · 1 year

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baked with love!

the title is so unoriginal im sorry, hope u enjoy it though! this is my first fic on here so reblogs and likes are appreciated <3! constructive criticism is as well and this wasnt really proofread oops

pairing: bakery owner!seonghwa + domestic!seonghwa x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food and baking

word count: 3129 words

story starts under the cut! main story is sectioned into 3 with a bonus part at the end

PREP!

the sweet scent of fresh croissants and a variety of cakes attacked (y/n)'s nose, making their stomach grumble and mouth water in response.

"my god, i'm starving. the smell is NOT helping one bit," (y/n) mumbled to themselves, tapping their foot impatiently as they stood in line.

(y/n) hated their job. sure, it paid a lot but it didn't make them happy. it took countless sleepless nights and they found themselves with a huge workload every day.

the only thing helping them hold on was their lunch breaks. they were extremely thankful that they were situated in an area where there were shops everywhere, mostly food shops.

they had tried quite a few stores but this one pastry shop in particular had caught their interest and one of their favourite places to eat at now, making them a regular there.

(y/n)'s thoughts were quickly interrupted by the queue moving in front of them, making them be at the front of the line to face the cashier now.

"what would you like— oh, hey! (y/n), right?" the male said to them. he was kitted out in a white long sleeved blouse and a blue apron with a checkered pattern with a small logo stitched in the corner.

he also had a pair of round glasses on and (y/n) could recognize him from the name tag attached to his blouse.

"oh, seonghwa! it's a pleasure to see you. you normally don't work the register, what's the special occasion?" (y/n) greeted him enthusiastically, the male matching their bright smile with his own.

“we’re currently training a new intern in the back and the cashier is having a day off today to go to a wedding so i’m taking his place for now. did you want your regular order?"

"oh, that's cool!! and i was planning to get something different today, but i'm not sure what to get so, surprise me, will ya?" (y/n) said, pulling out a 20 dollar bill from their wallet and placing it on the glass counter.

"will do! i'll bring you your change when i serve you," seonghwa said with a nod, sliding the bill into the cash register, before handing over a plastic table sign with the number 18 printed on it.

"thank you!" (y/n) said, taking it and walking towards a nearby table, directly in sight of the cash register.

their lunch times were slightly later than the typical office worker's so the café was usually quite uncrowded and quiet, allowing them to fully relax and eat in peace.

they pulled out their phone and plugged in an earphone into their ear, before putting on some music and opening their emails to check for any important emails to take note of.

unluckily for them, their boss had emailed them saying that the document originally intended to be sent out the week after was brought forward to the next day, making (y/n) sigh in response, shutting their phone off and place in on the table in front of them.

"god, this job fucking sucks. why does my boss always do this to me?" (y/n) mumbled in exasperation, not noticing the man approaching them wiith a tray of their food.

"hey, you alright?" seonghwa questioned with a concerned expression, setting down the tray onto the table gently.

"yeah, i'm fine. just work stuff, you know?"

"ah, understandable. wanna talk about it? the café isn't busy, i can keep you company for a bit," he offered, putting his hands in front of him neatly as he awaited their response.

"it would be great but the real question is, do you mind me rambling for a bit?"

"oh, of course not. i'm willing to listen and help you out if needed,"

"you're too sweet. thank you," (y/n) said with an appreciative smile, beckoning seonghwa to come sit next to them.

"it's no worries, gotta look out for one of my favourite customers!" seonghwa said, scooting closer to (y/n).

"so, where shall i start? there's so much i want to talk shit about," (y/n) said, slumping into the cushioned bench, with a loud sigh.

all seonghwa could do while (y/n) ranted away was to nod and make small remarks so they knew he had his whole attention on them. it wasn't that hard for him to pay attention to them, though.

after fifteen minutes, (y/n) stopped talking and just let out another loud sigh, checking their phone to see that their lunch break was almost over.

"well, it looks like i have to leave to continue working. it was nice chatting with you, it was more one-sided, actually. sorry about that. thank you a lot though, i appreciate it," (y/n) said, flashing a brighter smile to seonghwa and finishing the rest of the strawberry milk that seonghwa had made for them.

"oh, no! i didn't mind it at all. thank YOU for confiding in me. did you like the strawberry milk and apple pie?" seonghwa said, getting up as (y/n) did the same, dusting off his apron.

"of course! it was delicious. i'll take my leave now, i'll be able to work better, thanks to you," (y/n) replied, putting their phone into their small bag, preparing to head off before they felt seonghwa grab their wrist, making them turn to face him.

"sorry if this is a bit… sudden. would you like to maybe work here? we're looking for new workers and i need an extra pair of hands to help me with managing stuff anyways," seonghwa asked sheepishly, releasing his grip on (y/n)'s wrist while mumbling an apology.

"that sounds pretty good, actually. but i'm still kind of scared, to be honest. but i'll definitely think about it!"

"take your time! it's alright if you decide not to, it’s just an offer!”

“i’ll keep it in mind! i’ll see you tomorrow during my lunch break again,” (y/n) said, pushing an earphone in their ear before waving at seonghwa before scurrying out the door hurriedly as they felt their phone vibrate from a text from their coworker.

BAKING!

seonghwa and (y/n) leaned against the kitchen counter, both finally being able to relax after a busy day of work, both having to clean, bake and serve constantly throughout the day alongside a few other workers. this day was especially busy due to it being valentine’s day and (y/n)'s suggestion to make the menu themed specially for holidays which boosted customer rates.

"you know whats so funny? our bakery is the most popular during valentines day but we ourselves don’t have anyone to celebrate it with,” (y/n) noted, glancing over at seonghwa who laughed in response.

“you’re right, it is pretty ironic. we could change that, actually,” seonghwa said, turning his head to face (y/n).

“how do you suggest we do that?” (y/n) questioned, raising their eyebrow at seonghwa’s statement, before they were caught off guard by him turning around and using his hands to pin them between the counter and his body.

"oh? how bold," (y/n) teased, looking up to meet his eyes. they were awfully close to each other and (y/n) was panicking but they weren't going to let that show.

(y/n) had liked him for a while now, but they didn’t change much in how they were interacting with him, it seemed subtle to them at least. but seonghwa had definitely noticed their ‘subtle’ change in behaviour when in interactions with him. he noticed how nicer they began to treat him and how flustered they got when he flirted back with them amongst other small things they did.

seonghwa had his eye on them for a while now, but he wasn’t going to make a move until the right time. it killed him having to wait but seeing their reactions to every little thing he did was entertaining to him. it was worth the wait, he would say. he wasn’t going to deny that he enjoyed seeing them flustered, rather he found it cute.

“mmm, one of us had to be direct eventually,” seonghwa said, moving in closer to lessen the gap, making (y/n)'s face flush redder as their eyes flickered away, gulping in nervousness.

“eyes on me, darling. would be rude if i didn’t pay attention to you while you’re talking, right?” seonghwa purred, using his thumb and index finger to gently grab their chin to successfully guide their eyes back onto him. he smiled smugly, seeing their eyes lock on to his.

(y/n) was definitely unfamiliar with this side of seonghwa, mostly only seeing his kind and sweet side. they couldn’t deny that they found how he was acting at that moment was rather attractive.

(y/n) was conflicted as to what to do. it was painfully obvious that he was flirting with them but it was more than that, they felt. be direct or back off? they were afraid that making the wrong move would destroy their relationship.

seonghwa laughed, moving backwards slightly, after seeing (y/n)'s reaction to his previous action, before he was caught off guard by (y/n) pulling his tie forward harshly, their lips meeting with his.

he happily reciprocated the kiss, tilting his head and using his hands to hold their waist as (y/n) wrapped their arms around his neck. it felt like an eternity but they weren’t complaining. they wanted this feeling to last forever. his soft lips against theirs and his warm hands holding their waist, before they pulled apart to (y/n) and seonghwa’s dismay.

“damn. that was better than i thought it would be,” (y/n) said, smiling, as seonghwa grinned back, this time his face redder than before. it had just sunk in what happened and seonghwa was extremely embarrassed but happy.

“how’s that for being direct?” (y/n) teased, staring at the male who was looking away, his hand covering the bottom half of his face, clearing his throat while (y/n) readjusted themselves so that they were now not leaning against the counter.

“very great. ten out of ten. would do it again,” seonghwa mumbled out, attempting to look back at (y/n) and failing miserably. (y/n) laughed at his ‘review’ of the kiss, making a remark of how he sounded like a really bad food critic.

“okay, on a more serious note, i need to ask this now. what are we?”

“mm, whatever you want. we can make it official now or take it slow and go on some dates and stuff,”

“if you don’t mind, we could take it slow, go on some dates and see if we’re compatible as a couple, you know? not saying that it wouldn’t work out!!” (y/n) suggested, panicking at the last bit as they didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“no, no. i get you. i’d like that too,” seonghwa said with a warm smile, taking (y/n)'s hand in his.

“shall we talk more about this over a movie and some instant ramen?” seonghwa asked, awaiting (y/n)'s response.

“sounds great! never pegged you as an instant ramen kinda guy, though,”

“shhh, it’s a guilty pleasure of mine,”

SERVING!

(y/n)'s eyes opened widely, in response to their stomach loudly grumbling in the early hours of the morning.

it was barely bright enough to see outside, but the faint silhouette of the sun shining indicated to them that it was time to get up. normally, they would get up earlier to go to the bakery to prep for business but since it was a public holiday, they were allowed to wake up later and do whatever they wanted for a few hours.

(y/n)'s turned to the side of their king sized bed, shared with their significant other, with a frown after realizing that he wasn't there, quietly whining in slight annoyance before they stretched their limbs and sat up, kicking the thick blanket off their body.

they continued on with their morning routine that included sitting on the bed for an extra 10 minutes before going to brush their teeth and sleepily going to the living room to go on social media.

there was a certain familiar smell going around the house that (y/n) very much recognized and enjoyed. the scent of the butter of the crust, the mouthwatering spices and the aroma of the main and best ingredient of the pastry made (y/n) salivate. it was very surprising to (y/n) that apple pie became one of their favourite desserts, considering they weren’t a fan of it before with its mushy insides and overwhelming spices at times, but it made sense somewhat because they were literally dating the best baker they knew. biased? sure, but it didn’t matter to them.

they swung open the door quietly and peeked their head out to the living room and the kitchen. the apartment was small but cozy, and definitely an upgrade from their old apartment. the smell only got stronger, prompting them to walk out. they were greeted with the sight of their boyfriend, seonghwa, humming to himself as he stood in front of the stove, stirring as ingredients were neatly placed next to each other on the countertop.

(y/n) sneaked behind him, before placing their hands on his waist and burying their face into his shoulder.

“good morning! what’re you making?” (y/n) asked, tip-toeing to peek at whatever he was cooking in the pot.

“i’m making apple pie and strawberry milk! and also strawberry jam for the bakery, we’re planning to release scones as part of our menu,” seonghwa replied, leaning into (y/n)'s touch as he stirred constantly to avoid anything burning.

“oh, sounds great!! do you need any help?”

“no, not really! just go put something on on the tv or something and i’ll be out with the food soon,”

“alright, i’ll go put on some breaking bad and clean up the bedroom real quick,” (y/n) said, releasing their grip on seonghwa before scurrying off to do what they said before. several minutes passed, before seonghwa’s voice rang, summoning (y/n) to the dining area instantaneously.

on the table, there were two porcelain plates with apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a mint leaf neatly placed on top of it. a see-through glass cup was at the left side of it, containing a layer of chunky homemade strawberry syrup with fresh milk layered on top of it, a bubble tea straw inside, leaning against the edge of the cup.

(y/n) sat next to seonghwa, fidgeting with their hands in anticipation and excitement, as they stared down at the food, before glancing back at seonghwa who raised his eyebrow, beckoning them to try the apple pie and strawberry milk.

seonghwa watched as (y/n) happily began to dig into the pastry and drink, smiling to himself as he watched them enjoy it. the one thing in the world that made him the happiest would be seeing his significant other enjoy whatever he made for them. it was definitely great that he had a partner who shared the same passion regarding baking and cooking like him.

he couldn’t wish for anything better than this.

BONUS SCENE!

(y/n) yawned, rubbing their eyes before they continued to type away at their keyboard. it was around 2 am, and they were almost done with the new menu design. they took a sip of their lukewarm black coffee, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction, the coffee giving them a little more energy.

“mm, what’re you doing awake at this time?” a soft voice rang out from behind (y/n), making them turn around abruptly to see it was their boyfriend, seonghwa, who was leaning against the door frame.

“oh, i’m just finishing up the menu so we can get it printed by afternoon,” (y/n) said, facing seonghwa with a tired smile. they knew that they didn’t have to get it done this early but they just wanted to for some reason.

“nope, we’re going to bed right now. it’s cold without you,” seonghwa said, making (y/n) laugh at his second statement.

“nah, i wanna get this done quickly and i’ll go to bed. i won’t take long, go get some rest, you need it more than me,” (y/n) said, with no intention of changing their mind which seonghwa could notice. he sighed, walking up to them to wrap his arms around their shoulders.

“okay, okay, fine. what if i make you something real quick? i’d feel bad if i didn’t help you or anything,” seonghwa suggested, (y/n) sleepily insisting that he should go back to bed and that he doesn’t need to do that for them, making him scoff.

“no, i insist, you deserve it for working so hard," seonghwa said, releasing his grip from (y/n) who whined in response to his stubborness, glaring at the male who just laughed and left the room to go to the kitchen.

all (y/n) could do was sigh and continue to work while they listened closely to the sounds of plates clinking and the sizzling of food as they took sips of their coffee in short intervals.

after around 20 minutes or so, seonghwa came into the room, holding a plate and set it down next to (y/n)'s laptop. they quickly took a peek at it, their eyes lighting up after seeing the golden brown exterior of french toast, with maple syrup and condensed milk drizzled over it and a small square of cold butter placed in the middle of it.

now that they were closer to it, they could smell the eggy scent of the perfectly cooked piece of toast and the subtle aroma of the maple syrup drizzled over it.

"thank you. for this. i appreciate it," (y/n) said, glancing over their shoulder to look at seonghwa whos lips stretched into a wide smile after hearing what they said.

“anything for you!” seonghwa replied, quickly kissing the cheek of (y/n) who rolled their eyes jokingly, looking back at their laptop.

“god, you’re the cheesiest person i know,”

“and you love that, don’t you?”

“no comment,”

“damn. i just got rejected, i’m so heartbroken,” seonghwa said, feigning sadness to evoke a laugh out of (y/n).

“don’t take it personally, sweetheart. now, go to bed, you need your sleep,” (y/n) instructed, continuing to type quickly and move images around with their mouse.

“nope, i’ll stay here until you’re done,”

“no, you’re going to bed. how about this? i’ll finish the food, you go to bed and i’ll work there beside you instead. and no exceptions! i want to finish this today,” (y/n) suggested, turning again to look up at seonghwa who frowned and began to protest until they shot him a look which made him whine again but leave the room.

“what a child, i still love him though,” (y/n) said to themselves with a laugh, before starting to dig into the food he made for them.

END!

#ateez fanfic #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa imagines #ateez imagines #seonghwa scenarios

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lcathia · 1 year

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hey i'm doing PWYW icon commissions for a bit while i try t get peepo to the vet 🥲✌️

icons, bc i dont have much time t do more complex pieces for money (MIGHT accept them on a case by case basis, ask). Minimum is US$15, which would get ya smn like a transparent headshot. obviously the more you pay the more you get (ie. more complex BGs, shading, alts??? feel free tell me what ya want). I'm capping it at US$40

takin' p4ypal n v3nmo. dm me if inch rested and/or reblog t spread da word 😎

here's my ko-fi as well if that's more your thing ! I offer doodles

will/wont draw n TOS under the cut

I can draw pretty much anything (humans/humanoids, animals/furries, object heads, fan art/characters, robots/mechs, etc.). but here's my list of no's:

× Strong Violence/Gore

Heavy injuries I can do, I just can't do blood/gut baths, it's not my strong suit

× Depictions of birds, bugs, or children in distress/pain

Anthro birds/bugs are fine, feral ones no

× Real People Fiction (RPF)

Real, established relationships are fine. Shit like Slushmello isn't

× Any sole piece with more than four characters

× Pedophilic/Incestual/Non-con relationships in any context

I don't care for your technicalities or whatever stupid arguments you have to justify these things. This is nonnegotiable.

× Overly complex subjects

I love drawing things like weaponry n mechs, however by overly complex I mean things with extensive color palettes and/or very intricate detail. If you're unsure if your design(s) is/are too complex, feel free to show it to me so I can gauge it myself

× Anything offensive or bigoted

this include N*zis or characters that look like they're inspired by them. I can't believe I have to say this

× Anything political

I don't consider LGBTQ+ stuff n human rights in general "political" so those are fine

× Fan art of certain fandoms/people as well as fan characters of said fandoms (ask)

This is not a fully comprehensive list, merely a list of exclusions based on topics that are popular or relevant to me. Just because something isn't on it doesn't mean I can't reject your commission. Please respect my boundaries.

× If you want to ask about something not specifically mentioned here or have other inquiries, don't hesitate to ask! ×

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TERMS N’ STUFF

• If I approve your commission(s), communications will be done via DM or email; I'll give you the necessary information depending on your preferences.

• Payments will ONLY be accepted via P4yPal or V3nmo. Payments will be made via P4yPal invoice or V3nmo link*. You must pay everything upfront before any work can be done.

□ I do not offer discounts of any kind, nor do I allow clients to haggle. All prices are firm unless otherwise stated.

□ *I will admit that I am new to Venmo and am referencing an online guide on how to use it. Please excuse any goofs!

• I send WIPs in three to four stages: sketch, linework, color, and, if applicable, shading. You can request up to three changes in sketch or linework phases for free. After that, I will charge a 20% fee per change.

□ If changes are requested due to my own mistake, that is forgetting/misinterpreting something shown on the references given, the fee will not apply.

• Major alterations will not be permitted after approving linework without a fee that is 20% of the commission's price including extras. Examples of major alterations include but are not limited to: drastic change in character's pose or expression, extras (you will be charged appropriately), and basically anything that will vastly change how the finished product looks.

□ Slight tweaks such as altering colors, mild changes in position/expression, and minor anatomy/line art fixes will not require a fee unless they are constant in which case the 20% fee will also be applied.

• I will set up a separate document that details my commission queue; you will also see the status of your commission there.

• ETA should be no more than two weeks; of course, it can vary based on how life treats me. I have depression and hypotension, so that also affects how quickly I can work.

□ I'm iffy about deadlines, but if it's reasonable, I'll do it. Note that commissions with deadlines may be subject to a rush fee depending on how quick you want it and how big my queue is.

• I will update everyone if a situation arises where commissions may be delayed. In extreme cases, you may be liable for a refund.

• If I am unable to complete a commission or you decide not to go with it before I send a sketch, you are entitled to a full refund. For any other circumstance, refunds will be partial, except in the case where the commission is complete, where which you will not be given one. This is non-negotiable.

□ You will not be allowed to use the art you ordered under any circumstance if you decide to go with the refund.

• ONLY THE CLIENT has the right to use the finished piece as they like non-commercially, but they must credit me.

□ If you wish to repost the full piece to personal accounts, it must be the watermarked version, and, of course, there must be credit somewhere in the image description. This is to deter potential art theft.

□ We can discuss commercial usage if desired; note that this will come with a 100%-300% price increase depending on how you want to use it.

□ I do not permit the use of any art I make for the creation of non-fungible tokens (NFTs), regardless of whether or not credit or royalties are given to me.

• I reserve the right to deny a commission for any reason even if it may follow the guidelines. Note that I do not have to explain the exact reasons why I do not wish to do business with you, and any misconduct that arises from this can and will get you blacklisted.

• If I feel as though you have breached the terms in any way and/or have failed to cooperate with me in a professional manner, I reserve the right to blacklist you from further transactions.

By commissioning me, you hereby agree that you have read and comprehended the terms that were just listed. If you find an issue with any part of these terms, do not commission me.

#artists on tumblr #commissions open #icon commissions #i have a few people i need t pay back n im running short on cash so id appreciate orders + reblogs #absolutely no pressure tho /gen #spesnart #originals

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veeaxx · 2 years

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— WE'RE DATING! ★

the team finds out y/n and akagi are dating !

note: my first ever batch of haikyuu headcanons...time goes by fast aaahh!!! (disclaimer: my writing style is vv diff on this work!!) m.list is here characters: akagi michinari

• Somehow, you had managed to get into Inarizaki, and become the manager of the boys volleyball team!

• I'm awfully impressed, teach me your secret 🙌

• But moving on, your life is chaotic but happy.

• Managing the boys is a privilege, Y/N 👆

• Usually, practices are full of hype. It's usually Atsumu and Osamu's shenanigans, though.

• Oh and refilling water bottles for the boys.

• Or cheering for your beautiful boyfriend 😍

• Sorry, did I stutter ✋

• Your boyfriend is the beloved libero of the team, Michinari Akagi 😳

• Another privilege, Y/N.

• I'm impressed once again..!

• I need your secret, seriously 🤧

• However, that little relationship of yours hasn't been ✨revealed✨ yet per say.

• Well, until someone found out 😒

• Please it was Atsumu, what an idiot 🤦‍♀️

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The dyed-blonde walked to the club room, stretching his arms out in exhaustion.

"Ah.. So tiring." Atsumu says, lazily opening the door to the club room. Which unfortunately, revealed you giving Akagi a quick peck on his lips. Atsumu blinked twice before his jaw dropped open.

"Y/N YOU'RE DATING AKAGI-SAN?!" He exclaims, startling you and your boyfriend. He started to stutter out incomprehensible words as you looked over to Akagi.

"I guess we were caught, huh babe?" You say, smiling slightly. "Well.. I couldn't keep it in for long anyway, baby." He replies back as he held your cheek, grinning.

But as if things could get any worse, Atsumu's rambling seemed to have attract the rest of the guys, who headed towards the club room.

Good grief, this will be a rough ride, Y/N. 🤦‍♀️

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• Back to the headcanons!! 🏃‍♀️💨

• So basically..Ever since the team found out, it's been a bit different.

• Don't get me wrong, it's still chaotic as usual 😭

• But of course considering that they found out, a few things have changed.

• Oh that's right, queue Atsumu being jealous as heck, and wanting Y/N's attention.. Because her attention is usually on Akagi 😔

• Imagine Y/N cheering when Akagi receives the ball, staring in awe when he does a cool move, praising his volleyball skills, basic stuff for a partner to do.

• By the way, Akagi is flattered from your support ✋

• Please Atsumu is so used to Y/N hyping him up he makes a fool of himself 💀

"Y/N LOOK AT MY SERVE ISN'T IT COOL?"

"HEY Y/N DID YA SEE THAT?"

"THAT WAS COOL, WASN'T IT Y/N??"

- Atsumu who's being a pain in the a** at the moment 😒

• He's channeling Oikawa energy smh 🧍‍♀️

• But enough about Oikawa, we'll talk about him in another set of headcanons that I might make 👀

• Anyway, you can clearly tell that he's jealous.

• Be thankful Akagi can handle his antics sometimes, because by now he would've killed hi-

• EHEM EHEM--My apologies ✋😀

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You sigh as you look over to your boyfriend, who nods slowly, heading over to his fellow third years. You walk towards Atsumu (who's sitting against the wall) and put your hand on his shoulder.

"..You don't need to do that, you know." The dyed-blonde looks at you, guilt in his eyes. "I won't forget about you even if I'm dating Michi, 'Tsum." You say, lending your hand to help him up (which he accepts). "I'll even cheer on you if you still want me to." His head perks up as you say that. "Really?" You nod while smiling. "Of course." Yeah... You definitely lifted up his mood.

Y/N he's basically a mix of Hinata, Bokuto, and Oikawa now 💀

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• But besides Atsumu, everyone is pretty chill about it.

• Not to mention the third years 😩 They are no doubt 'akagi x y/n' shippers 💅

• But Aran is still shocked you kept it from them 😭

• "Do you not trust us or something?!" Aran says calmly (Harry Potter reference bc why not 🤷‍♀️)

• But for real Y/N, why keep the best relationship in the world a secret 😶

• The second years (besides Atsumu) are very chill about it.

• Osamu makes sure that Akagi feeds you well, and trust me he does.

• Ginjima and Suna are okay with it 😌 But Suna will go feral if our dear Y/N's feelings are broken 💃

• Riseki is the most supportive bb 🥺 He's 100% happy for you and Akagi finally getting together!!

• Like geez it took you guys forever to become official 🙄💅

• Not that I'm complaining though-

• But all I have to say is that they find you and Akagi really cute together 👫

• Hugging each other, giving kisses here and there (let me tell you, some are to motivate Akagi even more 🙌) supporting each other, maybe Akagi flirting a bit 😏

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"Seriously?! Get a room Y/N!" Atsumu exclaims, making Osamu groan. "Shut your mouth dumbass, you're just jealous." Osamu replies bluntly, making Suna snort.

"Please you guys are so cute-" Aran mutters, clenching his chest. Omimi and Kita have a smile on their face as they see the scene in front of them.

Meanwhile Riseki is balling his eyes out because Y/N is living a happy life 🥺 like I said a supportive bb 🤧

"Guys-" Akagi stutters out, trying to stop the chaos. "It's same as everyday.." You sigh, getting up from your chair. "I'll get the water bottles ready..!"

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• I'm sure you get the gist ✋

• Okay but can we talk about the annoying fan girls? Like they try to pry Akagi away from our dearest Y/N 🙄

• Huh, like that's even possible 🧍‍♀️

• "Akagi-san.. Let's go, there's nothing better to do here anyway~" she whispered, giving Y/N a glare.

• Akagi looks over at the girl, scoffing. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going with you."

• The girl clearly won't stop bugging you and Akagi 😒

• Inarizaki comes to the rescue though ✊

• "HEY YOU! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM" Atsumu shouts, making Osamu wince due to the volume of his voice.

• "Excuse me, but you seem to be bothering them." Kita, marry me 💍

• So basically the team ghosted the girl /hj

• Safe to say the girl never stepped an inch close to you or akagi again..

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• Okay! So enough about that, let's get to you and Akagi 🥰

• People definitely call you both high school sweethearts 😩 I'm just saying~

• Like I said, this is a supportive relationship. He's very supportive of what you do (unless the action is bad).

• Some nicknames he calls you are baby, honey, love, and sweetheart.

• You and Akagi do those skincare routines that you both see on tiktok together. That's canon 🥺

• He likes you whether you're shorter or taller than him. If you're shorter he gets to tease you, if you're taller he basically praises your height ✊

• Same goes for body shape, it doesn't matter to him!

• There was this one scenario I made with Y/N on her period, and all the boys try to help Y/N.

• But Akagi, being a loyal boyfriend helps out the most.

• He gives you attention 24/7, doesn't mind your mood swings, he will get you food and sweets if you need some, painkillers in hand, etc ✋

• Inarizaki finds it cute how he's so concerned for you 😭

• I have a feeling his hair is very fluffy and feels soft. He lets you play with it.

• Matching outfits? Yes 🤧

• He likes doing couple trends, just the simple ones though. Unlike Atsumu he isn't extra ✨

• Good morning/Good night texts 24/7!

• Y'all got bracelets with your names on it, and trust me he wears his EVERYDAY.

• Just please don't leave michi, Y/N 😭

• Because he loves you to death and he knows your the perfect one for him.

• And trust me the team knows that too, like I said they support you and Akagi 🙌

• Maybe telling the team wasn't a bad mistake after all ♡

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I'll probably write something else to make up for how crappy this is, I don't think I did a good job on this work lol 😭

That's probably because I got my grades back and I got so nervous 💀

However, if there's any errors please tell me!!

Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, but if you don't want to you don't need to. I don't force anybody here <;3

Haikyuu taglist: @millenialfanfictionaddiction

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #akagi michinari #akagi michinari x reader #kita shinsuke #aran ojiro #ren omimi #ginjima hitoshi #miya atsumu #miya osamu #suna rintarou #heisuke riseki #stan inarizaki for clear skin 💅#likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated <33 #veda's accomplished works ✧

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