#thank you for respecting this that would just be giving up way more creative control than i'm comfortable with

[misted-buttercup-enjoyer]

Flowey on a date with temmie?

Flowey tries his best to be a gentleman. Bud ends up killing her because of her annoying woice.

Flowey then resets to the beginning of the date thinking he can forsure do it the 3. Time.

*claws my way out of a dirt hole clutching a oneshot like a lifeline* hey guys! sorry I went missing mysteriously. Anyway, loved this prompt, here ya go @pomegranate29, and don't worry my esteemed mutual @ihonestlydunnowhattocallmyself, yours is great too and I'll make sure to write it soon.

Sorry for any typos, I proofread it once or twice so it should be all right. I decided to include the Green Soul even though they probably wouldn't have met Flowey, creative liberties and such.

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“What do you mean, you ‘arranged me a date’?!”

Daisy, the brown-haired human child with a green soul Flowey was allies with, giggled and nodded. “With Tem!”

“Why on Asgore’s green earth would you do that?” asked Flowey, frustrated. Daisy may be his ally, as well as the one in control of the save/load power at the moment, but he definitely felt like strangling them with his vines right now.

“I won’t want you to be lonely when I leave the Underground,” Daisy answered with a wink.

“Right, right…’when you leave the underground…’” Asgore had always said it was the thought that counted in a gift–for instance, he insisted he appreciated the thought while almost dying of buttercup poisoning–but Flowey thought that advice was kind of rot. “Daisy, I’m going to stand her up.”

“What! No!” Daisy grumbled. “In fact, I’m going to be your escort, chaperone, and waiter just to make sure you attend this. Just try to be a gentleman, all right?”

Try to be a gentleman. Okay, Flowey didn’t mind acting a part. ‘Gentleman’ sounded pretty grown up. Trying to suppress a certain Asriel-ish feeling where his chest would be, Flowey just nodded. “Okay.”

“Wow,” Daisy marveled. “I thought you were going to need much more convincing.”

…

Flowey could tell right away that Daisy was happier than they had been since falling down here and getting a bounty placed over their head. Maybe that's why Flowey didn’t kill Tem as soon as she walked into the room–to satiate his enthusiastic little ally.

Besides, he was trying to be a gentleman. He gave Daisy a quick cue, and they took off his hat for him in a gesture of respect. “Ma’am,” Flowey greeted.

“Oi! Me TEMMIE! Welcom to TeM DAte!” 

“Thanks,” answered Flowey.

Daisy clapped their hands excitedly. “Let's start a conversation!” 

Tem looked at Flowey expectantly. Flowey realized he was expected to give a conversation prompt. “Okay, geez, uh…Okay. Let's say everyone in Tem village was put in an arena and forced to kill each other. Who would be the last one standing?” It was an excellent prompt, one Chara had once given that made Toriel scowl.

Tem thought hard. “HmM…TeM thincs it wuld b…TEM!!!”

“Which one?” asked Flowey.

“U now…TeM!!!”

“BUT WHICH–ugh, fine.” Daisy had shot Flowey a warning look. “What weapons would they use?”

“TeM wEpOns!!!” answered Tem enthusiastically.

“Stabby or sharpy or other?”

“TeM!”

Flowey lost his temper. “There’s no such thing as Tem weapons! I would know if there were! I've killed all of you thousands of times with thousands of weapons and I've never once come across ‘tem’ weapons!!!”

Tem started sweating and comically slid out of frame. “Tem got uncomfortable and left,” Daisy explained, crestfallen.

“Thank the angel that's over,” muttered Flowey. 

“I’ll reload,” Daisy decided placidly. “Let's try again.”

“WAIT! NO NO NO–”

…

Flowey could tell right away that Daisy was happier than they had been since falling down here and getting a bounty placed over their head. Maybe that's why Flowey didn’t kill Tem as soon as she walked into the room–to satiate his enthusiastic little ally. For the second time, apparently.

Besides, he was trying to be a gentleman. He gave Daisy a quick cue, and they took off his hat for him in a gesture of respect. “Ma’am,” Flowey greeted.

“Oi! Me TEMMIE! Welcom to TeM DAte!” 

Daisy smiled. “Water?” they offered.

“GrAPe JUICE!!!1!” answered Temmie. Daisy nodded, filled up Flowey’s glass without him asking (he didn’t even have hands) and hurried to retrieve grape juice.

Tem began telling Flowey a lengthy and surprisingly poetically worded anecdote of the story of how, in her childhood, she had found a seashell in Waterfall, swapped it for bread, then gave it to a starving orphan who needed it more. The voice was high-pitched and gurgly, grating against Flowey’s nonexistent ears until cartoon smoke came out of them. Unable to stand it a single second more, (plus it would be interesting to see how Daisy would react to returning to the room to find Temmie dead,) he made short work of strangling her to death while her comically wide eyes stared into his soul, shocked, before dusting.

Daisy walked back in and gasped, dropping the juice. “Flowey!” they exclaimed rebukingly. “What did you do?”

“I killed her,” answered Flowey, somewhat sheepish despite himself. Daisy frequently had that moral affect–not just on Flowey, but on everyone. Now they were staring at the dust and beginning to cry.

“Stop crying,” Flowey said crossly.

“It’s ruined,” the seven-year-old sobbed. “Everything is ruined. Temmie wouldn’t have died if I didn’t arrange the date.”

“You’re forgetting that you have the save/load ability,” Flowey returned.

“But I saved right before we came inside,” sniffled Daisy. “I’d al-already arranged the date…”

“Then just–” Flowey sighed, trying to figure out how to stop their crying. “Just do this again, okay? I won’t kill her again.”

Daisy pursed their lips and studied Flowey’s expression. They wouldn’t find their answer there, Flowey knew–he pulled an Asriel smile on the child, who finally decided to reload.

…

Flowey could tell right away that Daisy was happier than they had been since falling down here and getting a bounty placed over their head. Maybe that's why Flowey didn’t kill Tem as soon as she walked into the room–to satiate his enthusiastic little ally. For the third time, apparently. Angel, how many more times was Daisy going to make him do this?

Besides, he was trying to be a gentleman. He gave Daisy a quick cue, and they took off his hat for him in a gesture of respect. “Ma’am,” Flowey greeted.

“Oi! Me TEMMIE! Welcom to TeM DAte!” 

“So, do you come here often?” asked Flowey finally as Daisy watched expectantly.

“TeM live here…EVeRY DAY!” answered Tem.

“Right, right.” Flowey nodded. “So, er, what are your hobbies?”

“cARDBOARD!”

“That’s a noun…”

Temmie rose from her seat. “I wiL shOW u!!!!” Leading Flowey behind the counter of the Tem shop, Daisy following close behind. Temmie pressed a brick. Slowly the wall rearranged itself into a door frame. Impressed, because he hadn’t found this secret yet, Flowey entered the dark room.

“LIGHT!” screamed Temmie. The lights turned on. Dozens of intricately carved, flat cardboard statues crowded the room. Daisy gasped in delight and even Flowey drew in a breath at the beauty of Tem’s statues. Waterfall, Snowdin, Hotlands. The Ruins’ door. Cutouts of things that only existed on the surface. Symbols and trinkets. And everyone in the Underground! Flowey admired the detail of each statue, thinking about all the different ways he had killed these people happily, until suddenly he noticed Toriel and Asgore. And with them…a goat boy and a small human child with their face shoved in a bouquet of golden flowers, not visible. The iconic striped shirt was there, though. Flowey felt cold as he looked into Asriel’s eyes–Temmie had managed to capture a quality of bright kindness to a tea–then gazed intently at the Chara statue. Temmie must have copied directly off the palace tapestry, though where she had found it was a mystery. Asgore had had it taken down when he declared war on humanity.

“Flowey, look,” Daisy said urgently, gesturing wildly towards some of the statues, carved out of cyan, orange, blue, and purple. Why did Daisy care so much about these random–oh. These must be the other fallen humans.

Daisy stared, a fog of sad contemplation covering the usual sparkle in their eyes. “Do you really think I’ll be the exception? They all died. Why am I going to be different?”

“Meh.” Flowey responded. Honestly, Daisy was bound to have their soul reaped eventually. But he didn’t want to stress them out.

“cARDBOARD!” cheered Tem. Then she kissed Flowey.

Flowey started choking her with his vines in retaliation, but Daisy started yelling at him to stop, so he reluctantly put her down.

“Say thank you,” Daisy told him.

“Thank you,” Flowey told Temmie.

“uR wELcome!” Tem grinned as the pressure marks on her throat faded. “eNjoY tHE cArDBoARd!”

#green soul #undertale green #lol #undertale #utdr #ut #ut oneshot #fic prompt #undertale fanfiction #fanfiction #green soul undertale #flowey undertale #flowey the flower #tem #temmie #temmie undertale #asgore undertale (mentioned) #toriel undertale (mentioned) #asriel dreemurr #chara dreemurr (mentioned)

[nyehilismwriting]

Hey! I wanted to ask for your advice. I was a minor part of the IF community, specifically the COG community, back in 2020. Mostly as a reader, but I dabbled in sharing some of my own writing too. For... reasons we are both well aware of, both in regards to COG, the larger IF community, and the start of COVID I eventually quietly left. Now, three years later, I've been quietly picking up writing IF again as a way to share my story with others. I was wondering if you think, in your opinion, it's worth officially re-joining the IF community on tumblr. On one hand, I feel like things have improved in that the larger community has matured (somewhat). I would like to make more friends, get advice, and maybe even share some more of my art. On the other hand, my project as it stands is... very non-traditional compared to a lot of other IFs (IE: No character customization, no romance, focus on a singular story with emphasis on worldbuilding, etc.). So I don't know if I would even be able to build a community around it even if I did officially rejoin.

I've followed your blog since 2020, including Project Hadea (although I think I originally started following you for your urban fantasy project, although I cannot for the life of me remember if that was you or another author!), and thought I'd come to you for your advice.

I chose to send this ask publicly so that you could choose to answer it privately, if you wished, since it is a longer ask. But I'm okay with you posting it publicly if you would like to! Additionally, no pressure or obligation to respond. Have a nice day!

hi there!! thank you for thinking of me - and welcome back! i'm glad to hear you've been writing again<3 it's such a good feeling, especially when you haven't been able to be creative for a while.

i think i'll start by addressing your game itself. personally, I think this community could do with some new blood in the form of games that are non-traditional; some of the best IFs I've played, ones that have really stuck with and inspired me, have been ones without romance, or cc, or otherwise outside of the typical format that gets popular on tumblr. honestly, i think we could all stand to get a little weirder with it. having said that, there is a very clear type of game that gets popular on tumblr (long-form, narrative-driven, usually with romance, usually with some kind of emphasis on character creation), so if you're a number-go-up kind of person (or someone who is susceptible to that mindset), I would be braced for your audience to remain small, particularly when you're just starting out.

that's not necessarily a bad thing. while I do agree with you that this community has grown and changed shape a lot since the late 2010s, and in a lot of ways for the better, it's definitely not perfect. I can't, in good conscience, say that this is the friendliest or most comfortable community: lots of people are absolutely lovely, and very very kind and enthusiastic; however, and this is absolutely not limited to IF but endemic to any online community, there are ongoing issues with Boundaries, and Respect, and the ways people interact with work and authors they're fans of. certainly, when you share your work you're giving up some control, but it's hard to predict exactly how that's going to go, and how the audience are going to react.

not saying this to put you off, but it's something I think everyone needs to be aware of before deciding to share. it's good to remember that you're not beholden to anyone. this is tumblr dot come, and you're quite free to start a blog, decide it's not for you, and delete; you're free to turn off anon, or asks altogether, or to never post anything save for updates; this is not a corporate space (and while there are considerations if you plan to open a patreon etc, but if we're just talking tumblr) and you are not obligated to do or provide anything you haven't promised.

my other bit of advice - and i think one of the ways to keep any interactions as pleasant as possible - is to be honest, and transparent, and manage expectations. if you make it clear what kind of game you're writing, you're less likely to get people who are disappointed that it's not what they were expecting and taking it out on you. likewise, setting boundaries is important.

i can't really tell you if it's 'worth' rejoining: i've definitely questioned if it's worth it, myself. i've seen some people, ostensibly in the same community as me, doing and saying things i find utterly reprehensible, and i've made some incredibly close friends who i adore and wouldn't give up for the world. and, after all, i am still here and answering asks, so i can't hate it that much. communities are made up of people, and like any group, there's gonna be people you can't stand and people you can. it's about finding your corner, and making it a bearable space for yourself.

i can't tell you if you'll have a positive or negative experience; I can't tell you how to control that. all i can say is that this is an online community, and ultimately you can control when and how interactions occur.

finally - again, i'm glad you're writing again! if you decide not to step back into the IF scene on tumblr, there's plenty of devs who keep purely to itch.io or the cog forums and seem to do fine; sharing your game does not necessarily mean sharing anything else. do what makes you most comfortable <3

#i hope this is...helpful #it's not a simple answer; personally i am proud of the work i have done and the interactions i have had #and i definitely can't leave a glowing review for the IF community as a whole but i have my friends and i have my game #and i am happy with those things #there's also always discord servers - the interact-if server might be a place to start if you're looking for more immediate interactions #pyrrouge #long post #anyway i'm flattered you thought of me and i hope this gives you some kind of. idk. something to think about #even if it doesn't fully answer the question

[finniestoncrane]

Hi!!! Omg I haven't asked for something like this in a long time but I can I request a number 9?

I'm 20 years old and standing at a woping 5 feet LMAO- I'm pretty quiet most of the time but when in a conversation about a topic I feel strongly about I'm very talkative and can at times get loud (I don't mean to usually). I love anything to do with creativity but art, cooking/baking, and music are some of my personal favorites! I'm pretty ride or die but I am honest with my feelings for the most part though I do have trouble speaking up at times, I try very hard to be respectful no matter the situation. I'm always trying to think positive and I'm I love seeing smiles but I'm pretty stubborn and can get in my head a lot and it also doesn't help I have Rapid mood.

I like being nice, I Like being good and being a good person, I think because of it it makes me sensitive and soft but idk I like being that way and funnily enough bad boys are an interest of mine LMAO when I get all gushy and lovey dovey I'm a giggling mess (example i can think of is pops from regular show, we have the same laugh LMAO)

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ok you're either gonna love me or hate me but i consider this a BLESSING 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok good, someone short for him. that way, he can at least feel more dominant or in control just by the suggestion alone

someone quiet is going to work out better for him, because that way he can feel free to go on and on about how amazing he is without worrying that anyone is going to butt in and interrupt him

BUT he'd find it very attractive (he means cute but he would never admit that) to watch someone else give a lecture about their interests for once

insert terrible joke from him here about beign as loud as you want

he's a dreadful boy, and he's looking for a live-in parent as much as he is a partner, so unfortunately for you, the baking and cooking thing is working in his favour, but honestly? he says thanks after every meal, so he clearly cares

hey ok, you need a rapid mood, you need to be stubborn. it's why i would give him to you. you're sweet, caring, lovely and positive! you can hopefully sway him to be a better person. but equally, i have every faith that you could quickly snap him out of a particularly shitty mood if you needed to, YOU GOT THIS

sensitive and soft and good are all positive things for him. partly because he can kind of 'use' you a bit easier, but also because it means he doesn't have to keep up his cruel facade. it would be nice for him to have someone that could convince him he doesn't always need to be on or trying to prove himself

but equally, as he is a bad boy, having you giggle and blush over him while he's being particularly naughty would drive him wild, because that's the kind of adoration he feels he deserves

#finnie1k #finnie writes

[sortofanobsession]

hellooo previous anon asker here!

the story takes place in the first season (could be continued to the other seasons if you’d like) frenemies to lovers trope, reader goes by she/her pronouns and is also latina and part of the umbrella academy and the story alters through 3rd and 1st person pov? essentially she’s a badass and is besties with klaus and five? I don’t really know what a good power would be so you can have creative liberty with that. hopefully this was enough details, thanks! <3

Author's Note: I can very much work with this. I'm still working on a plot outline but here is the establishing info for the story. But before we get into that please keep a few things in mind...

The power set was initially a hang up for me, so many different fics uses various power sets and I didn't want to accidently be too similar. But I think I came up with something not used as often in fics with supers. I have been listening to some Lore podcasts and while trying to figure out what type of powers the team somewhat lacked I got an idea. The Lore episode alluring details ghost lights and it seemed like a decent place to start and if you have read my writing you know I looooove folklore and mythologies. It also plays off, in a way, an idea I had back when season 1 was airing. I'm Caucasian of European decent, so please forgive any cultural confusion. I am not of Hispanic decent and really not trying to disrespect anyone. If anyone is willing to help with this aspect I would greatly appreciate it.

I really hope this is sort of what you were looking for.

Please note that since this is season 1 I will be using Vanya for Viktor. I fully support Elliot Page and have major respect for the show's writers for working a transition into the character Elliot portrays. I love how they handled in the show. But for sake of "canon" I use Vanya for now. BUT if you all would prefer I use Viktor and male pronouns let me know. I'm human and far from perfect, so I am always willing to listen and learn. I support all members of the LGBTQ+ community. I love and respect all my readers, but I do not tolerate hate so be nice in the replies, please.

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader

Part 1 of a new WIP Series.

Series Masterlist

Content Warning: Canon typical neglect, violence, death, depression, anxiety

Will o' The Wisp

Chapter 1: #8-The Wisp

Her powers are that she can create a being of pure light and seemingly energy, separate from her own entity. It started as a flickering ball of light. Pogo had said the faint light was like the Will o' the Wisp in old English folklore. But she would go on to learn that most cultures had phantom lights. The name Wisp stuck, but the light didn't stay small or weak for long. Sir Reginald Hargreeves trained her to give it form and capable of independent motion. She gave it a humanoid form to make it easier to manipulate when she took it over. But more often than not, she lets it clings to her like an inverse shadow. She eventually found that she could split her consciousness and control it. Something her father would push her to explore. She can will it in and out of existence, but it still sort of radiates from her if she doesn't give it an external form. It gives her an ethereal glow when it doesn't have its own form. She can weaponize the light in multiple ways. She can use it to blind opponents. It can temporarily stun and disorient someone. She can use it as a projectile. She can also use it to fight as multiple beings, something she tries to limit because fragmenting one's psyche can be both disorienting and unnerving. 

Her siblings had stuck with the Will o' the Wisp idea and jokingly called her Will, but she preferred the name Y/N that Mom helped her pick. They initially called the light entity Wisp due to a lack of creativity. Then they got more "creative", calling it her shining stalker, bright bugger, and many other weird and rude names. She would remind them it wasn't a sentient being. It only became so when she was the conscious one controlling it. And tell them they were just jealous they couldn't be in two places at once. 

Her arguments with Diego were usually more direct.

"You're just jealous I never run out of weapons or have to retrieve them," she would tease when Diego would start to bug her about it.

"At least I can blend into a crowd," Diego would shoot back. "You stick out like a glow stick even when your stalker isn't burning its image into people's retinas."

"And yet, they still like us more," she would shrug and guide her glowing glimmer to do the same, making it seem more like a twin or a doppelganger as she does. 

She had two siblings that were drawn to her by her light. They would cling to the light as the light clung to her. Ben and Klaus. Ben, because the warm light helped cancel out the cold darkness his powers seemed to bring with them. Klaus, because despite the ghost light jokes, her light actually helped keep his ghosts and demons at bay. It would remind him he wasn't in the dark mausoleum that their father would lock him in. So it wasn't unusual for one or both of them to hide from nightmares in her room. She didn't mind. If it helped them, she'd do it, even if Sir Reginald didn't approve. That was what they had their powers for, wasn't it? Helping people, being heroes, wasn’t that what they were supposed to do? For her, part of that meant putting up with Klaus drooling or Ben mumbling in his sleep. 

Her other siblings mostly liked or at least tolerated her, other than Diego. Diego liked to argue with her almost as much as he did Luther. He often called her la bruja after the witch lights that taunt and trick people. Luther and Allison had told her he was probably just jealous that Y/N has useful powers. He is jealous that she has successfully molded her powers the way their father wanted her to. They told her she was as good at what she could do as they were, which was what pissed him off.

Luther didn't mind her as long as she followed orders and did her training. He liked her well enough, but she wasn't Allison. Allison liked having another sister with powers, but she wanted attention more, and since Luther was happy to give it to her, Allison spent most of her time with him. Y/N and Vanya got along well enough, but Klaus would usually drag Y/N and often Ben off on a whim and rarely left much time for the seventh sibling. 

Y/N and Five liked to challenge each other. It was a playful rivalry, unlike Luther and Diego. She and Five would see who could get somewhere faster, him or her speed of light Wisp. They would race, push each other, and make each other faster and more focused. They'd take turns critiquing their techniques as they trained and just genuinely got along. They could be competitive and still be companions. The competitions made them both better. They thrived due to their competitiveness but always ended the day as equals. 

A few days after Five vanished and failed to return, Vanya had come to her. Vanya was always observant, despite the neglect she suffered. Vanya had noticed how the Wisp wasn't out as much. The ethereal glow around her sister was dimmer, darker, it was less like a warm candle and more like the pilot light on a stove or a heater. A deeper, almost blue core to it. Blue as if tainted with her melancholy. And when the Wisp was out, usually in training or at their father's insistence, it was less of vibrant sunshine at high noon or a beautiful yet powerful sunrise. But more harsh like a wildfire flame at night. They had talked, cried, and missed their brother. Vanya gave her sister a sad smile the following day at breakfast. Happy that her sister's glow had warm colors back in it, but it still lacked some of the vibrancy it once had. 

The blue tinge returned and deepened after Ben died. The Wisp was now a being of blue light that clung to her as the loss clung to her soul. People found it eerie and ghost-like, a more authentic Will o’ the Wisp. But when she took it over, the Wisp was more like a vengeful house fire than a being of sunlight. It was unsettling. Sir Reginald had insisted she cease it at once. So she would will it to be different at times, but it always looked off. She would think more of the ghost light stories, the darker ones. The witch lights, or even luz mala or La Candileja. Maybe those were more accurate these days, a bad omen. 

When the Umbrella Academy drifted apart, she had moved to a small rental home in the suburbs. She found work in a local shop. Somewhere her glowing companion wouldn't bother anyone.

Klaus would drop by when he had nowhere to crash or needed general necessities. She would check in with Vanya and Pogo every week or so, but it was mostly solitary existence. After Vanya's book was published, she would catch her neighbors staring. They would keep their distance. Although a nice older woman named Joan who lived down the street would often stop by on walks with her dog. She was a fan of Allison's movies and was always happy to hear the stories the book didn't tell. She was the only person that didn't seem to think that her powers made her weird. Or at least she didn't think they were weird in a bad way. 

But it all changed when she was notified about the death of Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

#The Umbrella Academy x reader #tua x reader #Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader #Female!Reader #Diego Hargreeves x Reader #Diego Hargreeves x Y/N #tw: mentions of death #tw: death #tw: canon disappearance #tw: canon deaths #tw: depression #tw: neglect #tw: anxiety

[imagine-loki]

Chaos in Yggdrasil City!

TITLE: Chaos in Yggdrasil City! CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Two shot (part 1) AUTHOR: colifower ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki having a relatively normal human life. Goes to work, pays his taxes, studies for his finals… you know, what your average college student usually deals with. However, there’s a catch. His parents’ divorce, playing loudly in the background, and the consequent split of their mob creates the biggest battle between gangs Yggdrasil City has ever seen. RATING: T for teen NOTES/WARNINGS: There would be mentions of mobs, swordfights, Thor is a sex worker this time (nothing explicit)

Also on my AO3!

Loki was sitting in his room, finishing up his homework for the day. All day working in the kindergarten meant that all afternoons were spent in an oversized t-shirt stressing over whatever essay he needed to hand in. And with the exam week in the horizon, that meant most of the nights too.

He hated it.

Well, he didn’t hate the kids, or the job itself, but he heated that neither of his parents wanted to support him in this way. And it wasn’t because they didn’t have the money, oh no. Being the respective leaders of opposite mobs that controlled Yggdrasil City.

Hearing that last sentence could make anybody think of Romeo and Juliet. “Two households, both alike in dignity ….” Nope, the truth was way more ridiculous than that: His father, Odin “Allfather” Borson, was once happily married to his other dad, Laufey “Alligator” Nálson.

But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Fire Nation being Odin’s inability to just zip his pants. Laufey filled in for divorce as soon as he heard about Odin’s bastard child Thor and the sexcapades with his yoga teacher, Volstagg, that resulted in his birth.

The gang, previously known as the Nine Realms, split up in two. Those who thought Odin was in his right to do what he did, stayed and formed the gang called Asgard. Those who were in Laufey’s side, left to form Jotunheim.

Somehow, Odin got Loki in the divorce. Something to do with the “Alligator” nickname or so thought Loki. His other theory was that Odin just snogged every jury. Who knows! Loki still spent the school holidays over at Laufey’s, hearing him laugh at the old man’s eyepatch while stroking the scar that indicated where his left ear should be, both injuries also courtesy of the divorce, or rather, the fight that broke in the middle of the court hearing.

All that violence, all that drama… Loki always wished for a normal life and dreamed of the day he would be a legal adult and go to university to get a degree in Primary Education. The moment that he turned of age, Loki’s heritage was the main point of discussion between the members of both gangs. His fathers’ were competing for his affections in order to convince Loki to join their side.

Said competition was devastating the city’s public infrastructure, and all for nothing; he had no interest in the family business whatsoever, but neither Odin nor Laufey of them seemed to care. They were more interested in trying to murder the other in the most creative most painful way they could imagine.

  Somebody knocked at Loki’s bedroom door, breaking his concentration.

“Erm… Loki? There’s somebody at the door asking for you” said Tess, their roommate. “Oh, that’s a lovely shirt.”

“Oh, erm.. Thanks!” Loki babbled, caressing his rainbow flowered tee that read ‘Queer as in fuck you’. Tesseract had that effect on him, making him violently blush at any interaction. “I’ll go now” he said, fighting the urge to just caress their hand.

“Afternoon” said Loki to their other roommates in the common area. Power and Time were too busy making their tongues battle for dominance as if they were Pokémon to give Loki any kind of answer.

Loki opened the door with a sight. “Fandral” he greeted the man in a plain tone.

“Hello, Loki.”

“What does father want from me again?”

“What do you mean by that?” he said, furrowing his brow. “Can’t an old man spend the night with his son?”

Loki shut him down with a look. He told both of them time and time again that he wasn’t interested in their quest for vengeance.

“Erm… look, man, don’t kill the messenger” he shrugged.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Of course not. That’s your job, isn’t it?”

“You’re being too harsh with good ol’Alligator. You should…”

A dark figure walked down the road, and Fandral instinctively drew his sword. There was somebody out there, and Fandral and the mysterious intruder started to swordfight.

“Oh. My. Norns” shouted Tess from the inside of the house. “Are those guys sword fighting in the corridor?”

Loki groaned. “Don’t worry about it. Just… go back inside.”

“Oh, to hell with that” they said. “I’m staying.”

“What? No! What if you get hurt?”

Tess looked at them, trying to look as innocent as possible. “But Loki. THE DRAMA.”

Loki shouted, but finally agreed to let them see the fight. They looked so cute gasping and shouting at the fight’s twists and turns.

Sif was like a shadow. She managed to infiltrate the student residence (passing the desk registry without Mx. Soul noticing) and sneaked up on Fandral. Well, almost. He was able to block her sword with his just in time.

They fought for a while; Tess was ecstatic while Loki found it more of the same. He’s been on hundreds of situations like this one.

“Are you guys going to finish any time soon?”

“NO!” they shouted at unison, then continued on with their fight.

Loki just rolled his eyes. “I need to submit this essay today. What did you need, Sif?”

“Your father wants you to come to dinner.”

“Fuck you, Sif” shouted Fandral. “He’s coming with me!”

“The Allfather will hear about this” she said between sword acrobatics.

“Of course he will… when the police find your body.”

“What kind of goon are you that you can’t even hide a body from the cops?”

  Loki went briefly back inside to make some popcorn for Tess. It was totally worth it, if only for the peck Tess gave them on the cheek. He waited until they got bored to close their front door as quietly as possible.

“Wait!” shouted Sif. “Thor is coming too!”

That piqued his interest. He hadn’t seen his brother in a while. He didn’t even know he was back from his tour. “Ok, I’ll think about it” he said as he closed the door.

“Oi, stop that you two” shouted Mx. Soul, their supervisor. “Either take the fight outside or I’m calling security.”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted one shot #Submitted fic #Chaos in Yggdrasil City! #part one of two #colifower

[karla-the-elemental-dreamer]

KH-OC Week 2022 - Day 3 Package

@khoc-week

Glad you enjoyed the magic of my music, and the Halloween Town designs and features

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Day 3 is all about 'Data'! First, here is a creative written piece where Karla traverses to The Grid to try and accomplish something that Sora originally couldn't:

Start Writing

Out of all the things I was doing to make things right for Sora and his friends, I remember that there was unfinished business in The Grid. Sora made connections with the inhabitants of worlds, everywhere he went, and Tron was no exception. I remembered back when I was my side of the worlds, that I witnessed Tron experiencing what it was like to be ‘human’, thanks to Sora, and then how Tron helped Sora to stop the MCP and restore proper functions back to Hollow Bastion. Their friendship extended to when Sora had to go to The Grid in his dream world, only to have Tron taken over by CLU to become a corrupt entity known as Rinzler.

Tron was still inside Rinzler, as he was a part of him, but the control by CLU was too much, and Rinzler was programmed to get Sora and the keyblade for the bad side. In the end, Tron recognised Sora, but it was too late as he was supposedly lost to The Grid, and Sora had to leave to further his path on the set timeline of Dream-Drop-Distance. In the stage that Sora was at on his journey, he thought that Tron would be lost forever.

- Time Skip -

One morning in the Mysterious Tower, I was wondering if Sora had ever gotten Tron back since Dream-Drop-Distance (DDD). Riku was currently sleeping at the Mysterious Tower as he was carrying out a lengthy service for Master Yen Sid and Mickey, and being Riku’s dreamer, I was with him. After Riku had been out to speak to Master Yen Sid, he returned to his and my room to see me on the desk, writing in my diary. Riku respected my privacy and so knew not to ask what I was writing, but he was still curious. He rather took another approach, giving me a lengthy stare and then asking me if I had anything on my mind.

I said to Riku; “I’ve been thinking about Tron and the Grid. Had Sora ever gotten him back?”. Riku gave a sigh and said that he didn’t know. He added, “Sora’s never really mentioned anything about that world since the Mark of Mastery exam”. I remarked, “I guess he’s moved on to other things, right?”. Riku confirmed my assumptions. I then asked Riku, “What would it be like if I went there and found Tron?”. Riku giggled as he realised I was conjuring up another hero mission of my own. Riku spoke, “You want me to go with you to the Grid and see if it’s possible to reunite Tron with Sora, right?”. With me having given Riku my answer, he went back outside to ask Master Yen Sid to see if could have some more time to fulfil his Keyblade Master duties.

Thinking that Yen Sid wouldn’t be so sparing, he rather surprised Riku; “Part of being a Keyblade Master is helping others, and she can be included in that case. And as Karla is your dreamer, I suspect she wants you to guide her through that world so that she makes it back safely. She could have just as easily taken Sora, but deep down, she knows that Sora can be too easily swayed by the hearts around him which in turn may end him up in trouble like during the exam. I think deep down, Karla is like Sora, but by being under your wing, she has matured and can watch herself more closely. As much as she can make it herself, the mission will be easier if you’re there with her and can teach her the ways of the Grid”. Riku giving an assertive nod to Yen Sid’s allowance, and suggestion of a new duty.

- Time Skip -

With Riku and I walking out the front entrance of the tower, the teddies didn’t notice until it was too late. Riku had opened up the portal with his keyblade, when Selvian and Sierra came running. Their small figure and little legs made them not very fast as Selvian called out, “Hey!! Where are you going!?”. Sierra was puffing and panting as she yelled out, “Stop!”. Just as Riku was about to prompt me to jump through the portal, I noticed the bears, and so I turned back”. “Where are you going?”, asked Selvian again, but in a calmer manner. “I’m going to The Grid”, I answered. “The what? I’ve never been there before”, he responded. “The Matrix”, added Sierra. I didn’t know whether they meant a literal mind-control matrix, or simply the officially produced movie, and so I said no to this being ‘the Matrix’.

Riku, now himself wondering what was going on, turned around to see me talking to a pair of small exhausted bears. “Are you guys alright?”, asked Riku. “We want to know where she’s going”, answered Selvian. “She and I are going to the Grid. It’s a place made of Data, and in that world, we’re going to go and rescue a friend”. Clinging on to the word Data, the two bears clenched their teeth. Selvian gained a feeling in his bones of the uncertainty of data worlds, and what would happen if I was to be trapped in one. “You guys just can’t come”, I said to the bears, “You don’t have keyblades nor advanced enough fighting skills in general”. Both bears shrieked “what!?”. Riku answered, “She’s with me, so she’ll be alright. You guys stay here and help out Yen Sid, Mickey, Donald and Goofy if they need it. Either that or you can go and check in on Terra and the others at the Land of Departure”. Riku gave the bears a soft smile as he escorted me to the portal, and he and I finally jumped through it.

“I hate how we can’t wield keyblades”, said Selvian to Sierra, “It means that if she’s in danger, we can’t help her”. Sierra responded to Selv, “Being a clingy father bear again I see”.

- Time Skip -

On arrival to the Grid, Riku had changed appearances. He was now back to his 15yo self, just as he appeared in DDD. I myself had kept my same age and physical appearance, but my clothes had changed, and I got a special keyblade for the Grid, that didn’t even look like my two main ones ‘Mahna Templestowe’ and ‘Spirit of Brigid’. Rather, it was an alternative version of my recently acquired keyblade ‘Bloom Buster’, but this one was called ‘Grid Buster’. Noticing my new outfit, Riku asked me, “Do you always fight in dresses?”, in which I answered a long and drawn out “Yes…?”. Riku seemed to revert back to his nature like in DDD, where he was slightly awkward around girls as he said to me, “The fact that you do that… You’re a strange one”. I was lost for words, I could only say, “I mean…”.

Quickly, Riku caught himself and realised his old nature as he quickly corrected himself; “Sorry, I mean I find it quite striking how you can fight well but still look pretty”. I then wondered about Kairi as I asked, “What about Kairi? Doesn’t she wear a dress these days?”. Riku gained a look a surprised as he answered, “Oh, I forgot all about that. She does wear a dress; although I’m not sure how she’d look in a data world as she’s never been in one before”. I then tapped Riku as I noticed heartless arriving on the bridge. Even though Riku was in his DDD appearance, this was in-fact a real version of the Grid, especially if Tron’s return was to be cannon. “Thanks”, remarked Riku as he was suggested that he was proud at me for noticing the heartless first.

Even though one wave of heartless had been defeated on the bridge, more waves kept coming. Each in clusters about about sixteen to twenty heartless. “Where are they all coming from?”, I asked Riku. “They seem to be coming from that floating arena up there; that place where I rode the light cycle. I think maybe we should go and take them out at the source”, he replied. “We can’t get up there…”, I remarked, as I then gritted my teeth. Riku reassured me that we could, and that he knew someone that could help us out. With the heartless getting ready to chase us down the bridge, Riku signalled for me to follow him to where he was going.

We eventually lost sight of the heartless and ended up at Kevin Flynn’s old quarters. “Who are we looking for?”, I asked Riku. He told me, “We’re looking for Sam. I was hoping that he would be able to help us find a way to get to that floating stadium”. At first I had no idea, but then something sparked in me, making me remember what happened to Sam; “Wasn’t Sam sent outside to be a user in order to rescue this world?”. Riku once again pondered, but then confirmed that I could be right; willing to accept that this plot wasn’t just simply unique to Riku’s DDD story. Riku then said to me, “There’s one more person”. I asked him, “And that is?”. He revealed that it was the iso, Quorra.

- Time Skip -

Riku and I eventually found a way up to the floating grid stadium, but we still hadn’t found Quorra. In-fact Quorra was seen at the opposite end of the stadium, talking to two small creatures. Riku and I were too far away from the opposite end to identify the two creatures, but Riku called out, “That’s Quorra!”. I said to Riku, “She’s talking to two small entities over there, but I can’t make out who they are”.

Meanwhile, Selvian and Sierra had indeed found their way into the Grid, after paying a visit to the Land of Departure (LoD) and having Selvian whine to Terra. It was realised that while at the LoD, Selvian and Sierra had found their ability to summon keyblades… Mini keyblades fit for their size, though because they had paws and claws, it was hard to hold their keyblades properly at the beginning. But once again, this was enough for them to make it to the Grid and sneak into whatever Riku and I were doing, and they must have met Quorra along the way, having her help them.

“How do we make a light cycle?”, asked Selvian in a panic. “It’s that key of yours that becomes one”, answered Quorra. Sierra gritted her teeth as she pointed specifically to Selvian’s Grid clothes for some reason. And then Sierra spoke; “Uhhh; you’d better do this one Selv. I have no idea on how to use light cycles at all”. Quorra said to them, “You’re small, so you can probably get away with enrolling into the games together, and riding on one shared light cycle. The winner gets to talk to Rinzler, and if you both go together, then you both win”. Wait what?! So because Tron was left for too long, CLU had managed to make him Rinzler again. So someone would have to repeat the process like Sora in DDD, but then act quickly enough to make the connection with Tron so that he would stay in his good form and not turn back.

Back to where I was with Riku, I noticed all the heartless in the stands, but here in the stadium, they were not coming down to attack anyone. Rather, the heartless seemed quite content to stay in their seats, and it’s rather like they had a big interest at seeing who the winner of this light cycle battle event was going to be. Riku then said to me, “I think this game is for new participants only. So because I was already in one in my dreams, I don’t think I’ll be able to participate in this one”. My heart sank as I realised I had to handle the uncertainty, and possible d-rezing of a light cycle event myself. Riku reassured me as he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you how to use the light cycle��.

- Time Skip -

With Riku and Quorra watching from their own ends of the stadium, myself and Selvian and Sierra got lined up at the starting line, unbeknownst to each other. There were multiple programs from CLU’s side also participating in the race, and the teddies’ tiny vehicle was buried amongst them, and so I could not see them. Quorra did not know me, and so could not comment on me when she saw me, but it was the opposite for Riku and the teddies. After blasting a few of the orange vehicles to pieces, the teddies found some space on their own. Coincidentally, they were also approaching Riku, in which he realised who they were, he gasped. Riku was about to go running on to the arena to pull them off, but quickly stopped himself, realising that this would be dangerous. Riku then had thoughts to stop me to tell me what was going on, but he didn’t want to be responsible for taking away my potential win.

Selvian quickly over as he exclaimed to Sierra, “Riku!?”. Sierra screamed at the top of her lungs, “Watch the road Selv!”. Being distracted by the sight of Riku, the teddies were approaching a sharp turn, and Selvian being the driver, took the turn more suddenly and sharply than needed, consequentially sending Sierra flying off the vehicle. I was behind the bears’ vehicle, but with a horde of orange vehicles chasing and shooting at me. It was a sudden shock to see Sierra hurtling towards me while screaming, but lucky for her, she hit my chest and ended up dropping onto the central bar of my vehicle. “What the hell Sierra!?”, I thought. With Sierra exhaling like she had fainted, she said, “I’ll tell you later…”.

Another lap had passed, and this time I passed Riku again, with Sierra. Sierra looked from the vehicle as she attempted to wave to Riku. However, now without a companion, Selvian was struggling on his side of the race and found it super hard to drive and operate the Commando/Cobra’s nano-drone cannons at the same time. Riku had his eyes fixed on the little vehicle as he noticed Selvian going haywire. “I have to do something” thought Riku. That’s when despite what Riku said earlier, he turned his keyblade into a light cycle vehicle and entered the track. Lining up as much as he could next to Selvian’s vehicle, he prompted the bear to have faith and jump on to his vehicle.

Now that I was with Sierra, I knew what Riku was doing when I saw Selvian and him on the one vehicle. It was agreed that Riku and I would drive as fast as we could for the top spot, but made the mental pact not to shoot at each other. A few bullets couldn’t be helped though as we aimed for orange vehicles, but missed them as they swerved in and out, trying to get at us instead.

A few more laps passed, and no one seemed to be stopping the race. Was this some sort of trick? Was I tricked into an eternal race with no end? Did Riku and I possibly have to find a way to escape with the added fear of breaking some arbitrary rules? Was reaching Rinzler and rescuing Tron to complete Sora’s original story a guarantee?

End Writing

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In October last year, a commission was drawn for me, of Riku and I in The Grid; so here's a nice fitting picture for Day 3:

Artist's Twitter: https://twitter.com/LordBareBack

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Bonus Content!

In my reality, Terra's birthday is on 3 AUG (he hasn't told me how old he is). Now that he is a dream guide alongside Riku (and Jak), he gets his birthday specially celebrated!

This artwork was done just today. If anyone recalls my Tumblr submissions from last year, there was mention of a nobody teddy called Raxeoch, that like his fat green somebody counterpart Horace, eats things! So I have decided to now draw Raxeoch, and he has found Terra's Earthshaker for dinner.

So happy birthday Terra! I hope Raxeoch is enjoying his stay at the Land of Departure (the only teddy that Terra isn't fond of):

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Same content but in WordPress view: https://karlasworld1998.wordpress.com/2022/08/01/kh-oc-week-2022-day-3-package/

#khocweek2022 #oc #karla #raxeoch #teddy #nobody #kingdom hearts #the grid #riku #kh riku #terra #kh terra #happy birthday terra #earthshaker #data #data world #kh ddd #kh oc #kh oc week #dinner time

[f0xd13-blog]

Them giving it back: my stomach empty after all the unecessary shit i had to go thorugh that they themselves creatsd!! Like i wasn't even in the conversation before because i accepted that i was framed as a fascist and tried to live my life the best i can before madonna appeared again to fuck me up... your star!!!

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Oh well yall just don learn... the way my life was destroyed and could have commited suicide just like the rest because we have no flag to hide behind .. oh men... god will punish you all its ok

Oh no... i knew this was comming.. exactly like it always happens... god knows better

So everybody got their money from my efforts except me just like god antecipaded... ahahahah yall just never learn

When you have a good mother right? They will always think they know better... thats why they're fucked lol

Anyways wait for camps in america tired of dealing with your nazi nonsense

Oh you is treated goo because you are a football player in italy???ohhh so cute. Just wait for the italian camps anyways

Just wait until you ork and it doesn't get recognized.... you don get with words you will get and exemplified. Just the mere fact i did all of what i did and it aint considered work when you have creatives being paid for the ideas i had is astonoshing

Oh and btw thanks because i totally got disappointed with so many stars and celebs to the point i don respect them at all anymore...god certainly doesn't aswell... yall behave like animals lol

Yah right... totally framed anf it was one of the massonical jews you have in america always oing that sort of shit to gain control of ou shit

Insta is behaving so normally like it doesn't seem tempered at all

I sure hope yo didn't had the stupid idea of putting that wrestling algorithm for everyone... because people will just notie where the nazi schemes are comming from as nobody watches that fag shit that went donwhill since the woke shit started

https://echoboomer.pt/programas-wwe-deixaram-sport-tv-em-portugal/

We don even air it here... thats how much boring it became

Angola datroyed namibia as expected because duhhh gypsy and portuguese blood where the og footballers cama from

Messi just went to saudi and straight up said to elon...

I gotta admit sometimes i just trash random people to prove a poi t... like let me beef with those niggas of course nothing i say is untrue but i do force it sometimes coz they gotta understand people ain't perfect and part of being alive is to do arguments and then make up or not but let us fight with each other and say wtv tf we want we will deal with the consequences of that WITH THE PERSON WE OFFENDED

For example i came online and they decided to put some random basketball shit... listen i only use chicano bulls because it looks hot and im a g so you know bulls and shit? Yah.. tbh... because i don even follow american leagues just never happened and we have a big futebol culture over

I just cant with this fucking t0kenism... if it wasn't him it would be a G but with more ratings

Have you ever wtached esmeralda or wtv the name is? Yah jews got jelky even of that!!!and took our jobs to be in our place while i live in third world conditions

And have to deal with this from fucking billionaries that should have humanity right? Thats what they sell right?

The level of real ass mental disability this people have that they had to stretch the fucking meaning of a gypsy with a person with disability and the bond that happenedd because we was both targets of jewish nazi germany but still they had to even HAVE TYAT!!! CRAZY

Like it doesn't even make sense because your budddies was the ones genociding us and thats why we created that bond even using the image of a clown (you know typical clown visit at the hospital?) Yah.. well years later they even WENT FOR THAT... like now i have a jew in my place performing and getting along with people with disabilities in my place! Thats how insane this people are!! Diversite it to basically rob me of my only role ahahah

Soms people think they arr fixing me but they got it all wrong... yall the ones that need to be fixed omg

#Instagram #Youtube

[wizardsisananimal]

would you mind if there were like fan-made wizard subspecies? i made little fishing wizards and i'd love to show you <]:•)

i would mind a lot, thank you for asking but i really don't want to see these animals i made taken or changed from my original design and intention, they are not yours to change. i really appreciate you asking first, that would just be giving up way more creative control than i'm comfortable with.

if you're just putting them in different silly hats and outfits or something that's one thing, but the only real wizard subspecies are the ones i post about. thank you for respecting this !

#very hard to articulate specifically but i am a Very small time creator and don't want to see my art changed or taken from me #if this were like pokémon or my little pony or some other franchise it'd be fair game but this is the personal project of one little person #if you wanna dm me your little fishing wizard i'd still like to see it #i just can't officially sanction the creation of 'new wizards' by people who aren't me cause i feel it would quickly get out of hand #thank you for respecting this that would just be giving up way more creative control than i'm comfortable with #corvid-person #wizard mail

[albakore]

Away From Home

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Thoma/Tohma (fem!reader) (fic)

Synopsis: (office!au) Even your boss Zhongli has moments where self control goes out the window to make way for carnal desires.

Warnings: not sfw (18+) reverse harem, (an orgie?), semi public sex again, creampie, oral (giving), petnames (angel, princess, gem), squirting, umm? did i miss anything?, not proofread because im lazy if you catch any errors feel free to shoot me an ask,

A/N: This is a part two to Office Adventures but t's not necessary that you read it before this. I don't know if people were expecting a direct continuation of the last one but I took some creative liberty because I felt like that would be boring and instead created a whole new scenario, I hope you all enjoy it just the same!

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The sexual tension in the office since that (ahem) eventful meeting had been nothing short of palpable, as Lisa had been ever so kind to point out. Even Jean and Eula were starting to grow frustrated with the way Childe and Kaeya made it painstakingly obvious their lust for you, and as you explained to Jean apologetically, they just wouldn't seem to take your request to tone it down seriously. Though you couldn't deny that even you often found your mind wandering as you sat alone in your office, frequently coming to remember the way you wobbled out of the meeting room that day, cunt quivering and leaking cum.

Luck seemed to be on Jean's side however, because this week you found yourself away from the office on an important regional business conference accompanied by none other than the men themselves, leaving her alone in charge of the office for a few days. The adventure of being in a new place was always exciting; there was light in your eyes as your plane touched down just outside the city, the skyline stood shimmering off in the distance. Though, as Diluc so gracefully reminded you, this was not a vacation but a business trip and most of your time would be consumed by meetings and other work-related affairs.

"(Name)!" You heard someone call from behind you. You were walking back to the hotel after another boring day of drifting in and out of meetings with people you hardly knew and topics you hardly cared about.

"Hm?" Your head turned to see three familiar figures waving at you as they approached.

"Care to join us for dinner? It'll be our treat." Childe asked once they had caught up to you, falling into step beside you.

"Where are you guys going?" You asked. You silently took in the appearance of the boys beside you. You hadn't gotten a chance to see them all day since you greeted them at the complimentary hotel breakfast bar this morning, and you had to admit they cleaned up nicely. You admired the three's formal dress, remembering the way Zhongli had specifically lectured them on the importance of appearance at an event like this. You notes Thoma's expensive looking watch and Kaeya's tailored button-up shirt that was, of course, unbuttoned halfway now that the workday was over. Childe had his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder, one hand holding the jacket the other shoved in his pocket.

"Mr. Zhongli found this fancy looking French restaurant a few blocks away, he wanted us to get there before we missed our reservation time." Thoma answered.

"Where is he?" You asked, taking note of his and Diluc's absence from the group.

"He and Diluc got caught up in some last minute business they had to attend to. It's times like these I don't envy the higher up positions of our company's cofounders." Kaeya answered you this time. "No matter how attractive the pay increase may seem, I can only handle so much overtime."

"You can say that again." Childe chuckled in agreeance, "I can't tell you how many times I've left the office only to come back in the morning and find Zhongli still hunched over some paperwork."

"Hey, guys, I think this is the place." Thoma motioned to the building you were approaching, and you immediately realized that 'fancy looking' was an understatement. "Will you be joining us, Lady (Name)?" Thoma questioned, extending his hand as an invitation to you.

"I don't see why not." You flashed him a smile before placing your hand in his, allowing him to tug you along. Kaeya opened the door for you, gesturing to allow you to step inside first. You were awestruck by the inside -- if you thought ‘fancy looking’ was an understatement for the outside, then the inside could be described as nothing short of grandiose. There were round tables covered in white cloth and fancy silverware, a fountain sat in the middle of the room behind the hostess desk and elegant trimmings lining the staircase off on the far side of the room. You quickly quelled your shocked expression as the hostess approached you.

"We have a reservation for six under the name Zhongli." Childe told her. "We'll have two more joining us later."

She checked her ledger and quickly crossed off the name. "Right this way, sir." She said to Childe with a polite smile. She led your group away from the main room, opening the door to a nicely decorated single-table room with a pleasant and romantic vibe, most likely accredited to the soft lighting.

“Thank you.” Childe told her as you four took your seats. One side of the table had booth-style seating and the other side had individual chairs. She closed the door with a click, and before you knew it you were sat in between Kaeya and Childe on the booth side, with Thoma directly across from you. You picked up a menu and began flipping through it to get a feel for what items might interest you. Before long, Childe’s hand had found its way onto your thigh. You looked down at it before looking back at him, a silent prompt for an explanation. “What?” He inquired mischievously, thumb rubbing your skin gently.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could your server opened the door with a brief knock. Childe’s hand stayed firmly in place as the server introduced themselves before asking if they could get you guys anything to drink. Thoma and Childe ordered regular fountain drinks, and requested two extra waters be brought out preemptively for Diluc and Zhongli whenever they should arrive.

“Ah yes may I have a glass of your finest red wine.” Kaeya asked with a smile once it came his time to order, earning a look from you. “What? It’s coming out of Diluc’s pocket not mine, might as well make good use of it.”

"And I'll have a..." You started, feeling Childe's hand inch upwards as the servers gaze remained fixed on you. "Just a r-regular glass of water please." You managed to force out while trying to ignore the growing feeling of need that Childe's attention was causing you. You smiled at the server as they stated that they'd be right back with your drinks.

Moments after the server left, Thoma's phone started buzzing. He answered it and paused for a few moments before he stepped away saying something about needing to meet Diluc and Zhongli in the lobby. That left you alone trapped in a booth with two mischievous gazes focused on you. "I must say, (Name)," Childe started, "you look absolutely stunning tonight. You really took Zhongli's 'Dress to Impress' speech to heart it seems." His flirty demeanor was predictable, earning a chuckle and an eye roll from you. His fingers were tracing patterns into the flesh of your inner thigh, head resting in his other hand as he studied you. You felt Kaeya's arm snake around your torso, hand coming to rest on your hip.

"He's right, you should wear this outfit more often." Kaeya whispered into your ear.

“You know, typically you’re supposed to wine and dine me before you-“ A knock resonated from the door, cutting you off and causing Kaeya to pull away from you but neither him nor Childe made any effort to remove their hands from where they were situated. The server entered with the table’s drinks on a tray, dishing them out to their respective spots on the table before asking if anybody was ready to order. Kaeya told them politely that we would wait for the rest of the group to join us first, and with that they turned and exited the room again.

You watched as Kaeya reached for his no doubt expensive wine, taking a sip and letting out a satisfied hum. "This wine is absolutely divine, it's not often I get the chance to indulge in such luxury. Would you like to try some, angel?" Kaeya asked you while his fingertips traced your hips.

"Sure." You hummed back, reaching out to grab the glass but Kaeya stopped your hand. You looked at him quizzically, watching as he dipped two fingers into the glass and let the crimson liquid pool at his fingertips. He brought his fingers to your lips, waiting for you to part them. You did, but only ever so slightly, letting your tongue drag along his slender fingers with a hum of delight as you maintained eye contact with him. Once upon a time you may have been flustered by his actions, but ever since the incident in the meeting room you have become no stranger to these types of occurrences. You pulled away before pressing a kiss to the pads at the tip of his finger.

"Divine indeed, captain." You added teasingly, the nickname a reference to a costume he wore to a halloween party last year that had caught on and stuck around even months after. You watched his unreadable expression closely as you awaited his response. He grabbed your face, tugging you toward him so he could plant a firm kiss on your lips while he caressed your cheek gently. You felt Childe's hand inch upward yet again further and further before finally reaching your clothed sex. Your breath hitched as Kaeya deepened the kiss, Childe rubbing you through thin material at a teasingly slow pace. You shifted your hips, trying to gain more friction from his fingers.

Kaeya pulled back from the kiss to let you catch your breath. "You know, there is one thing that would make this wine taste better." He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, breath fanning your skin as he continued. "If I could pour it over your chest and lick it off of you, slowly, inch by inch while you squirmed under my touch. That would make this experience undeniably perfect." You felt a shiver run down your spine, hand intertwining with his hair. As if working in tandem with Kaeya, Childe took this opportunity to slip his fingers past the barrier of fabric, your slick making his fingers run smoothly over your folds. Your free hand extended over to Childe's lap so you could palm him through his pants, thumb caressing the imprint of his erection. He let a breathy moan right next to your ear, fingers slipping into your heat.

"This is our reserved room, correct?" Zhongli’s voice resonated from just outside the door before the door swung open. He stepped in, followed by Diluc and Thoma. Your eyes met with Zhongli's as you tried futilely to push the lustful duo off of you. You filled with embarrassment when you thought about how sleazy you must look with Kaeya's lips attached to your neck and Childe's fingers squelching in and out of you. "Thoma, switch with (name), please. Evidently these two are incapable of practicing self control."

"W-what?" You protested, stomach sinking at the thought of disappointing your boss.

"Seriously, you two wouldn't know good timing if it hit you in the face. Your hotel rooms are literally a few yards away from each other." Diluc scoffed, tossing his suit coat over the back of his chair before pulling it out and sitting in it.

Childe pulled away from you, frowning at Diluc's words. "If I'm not mistaken, it was you who was moaning her name last night while you were alone in the shower, no?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, I'm still your boss. Watch how you talk to me." Diluc shot back immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. You scooted out of the booth, over Childe's lap, effectively pulling away from the two.

"Sorry.." You fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt, still trying to recover from the embarrassment.

"You misunderstand me, gem, I'm not upset at you in the slightest." Zhongli smoothed over some of your hair comfortingly. "I specifically had a talk with these two about keeping things professional on this trip. This has nothing to do with you or your actions." You stared at him for a second before nodding. You took your place in between Zhongli and Diluc, directly across from where you had been previously sitting.

"How did your meetings go?" Zhongli asked you, tone much softer than the one he had just taken with Childe and Kaeya.

"They were boring for the most part, I managed to make a few connections though so that's good. What about you?" You responded, tuning out Diluc and Childe's bickering in the background.

"Stressful, I had many presentations to give, and only few bode over well."

"That's just how it goes." Thoma chimed in. "Tomorrow is a new day filled with new opportunity, I'm sure you'll do better."

"Stressful, eh? Fortunately for you, I know of the perfect way to relieve stress." Kaeya, ever the troublemaker, fixed his gaze on you pointedly for a few seconds to allow his point to get across. He just couldn't help himself when the ball was set up fo perfectly for him to spike it. You studied Zhongli's expression, his face remaining stoic as he processed Kaeya's innuendo.

"Unfortunately, the rules I set for you two apply to me as well. It would be wholly unfair to not hold myself to the same standard I hold my staff." Zhongli answered effortlessly. Seems like all these years of press conferences seemed to have really sharped his ability to form charismatic responses. Wait, 'unfortunately'?

"C'mon, Zhongli, (name)'s had eyes for us just as much as we've had eyes for them. You should see the look they get on their face when they're alone in their office." Childe laughed after ending his bickering session with Diluc. Your eyes went wide at that, having whole-heartedly believed you were being careful about when to indulge in your fantasies. "Besides, doesn't fucking them senseless sound like the perfect pick-me-up after a long day of meetings."

Zhongli seemed like he was still struggling to process his comment, resolve chipping with every second. He couldn't deny the nights he spent replaying the image of you bent over that table while he pleasured himself, and tonight was shaping up to be no different -- well, that would have been the case had he not attended this dinner. His eyes shifted over to you, inner turmoil apparent in them. Evidently, your response would be the deciding factor that pushed Zhongli to either side of the fence.

"He's not wrong." You shrugged, offering Zhongli a small smile. It was a simple sentence, only three words and yet… You watched his expression darken in that moment, his half hard erection already apparent in his pants.

"Thoma," you immediately noted the way his voice seemed to have dropped an octave. His gaze never once left yours.

"Yes boss?" Thoma responded almost instantly.

"Lock the door." Zhongli growled. Your heart skipped a beat, you felt heat rush straight to your core. The way Zhongli was looking at you made you feel bare even though not a single article of clothing had been removed from your form, at least not yet.

"The waitress is going to come back to place our order though." Diluc seemed to be the only voice of reason in this scenario. Thoma returned, scooting back into his spot in the booth, forcing Childe to be the one trapped in the middle this time. "That's gonna look awfully suspicious."

"Frankly, I can't seem to bring myself to care about that right now." Zhongli stood from his seat. He turned toward you, motioning for you to stand as well. "We'll tell them I had an important announcement that I didn't want getting interrupted or something." He lifted you at the hips and set you down on the table, placing himself in between your legs and pulling your core to meet his crotch. His lips caught yours, deep and breathtaking, as his hands roamed over your body. He tugged your shirt to untuck it until his fingers came into contact with the hem. He pulled it up, breaking the kiss to allow him to discard your shirt.

You found yourself rocking against him as his lips worked down your neck and chest. A new pair of hands hooked themselves under your bra clasp. You looked back to see Childe's arm extended. He pushed the straps off your arms, allowing the bra to fall away and expose your breasts. The cool air made your nipple perk instantly. You felt Childe's hands tug you down gently, allowing your back to lay against the cool cloth. You looked over to see Diluc's hands full of your table's drinks as he set them off to the side to avoid any accidents. Thoma eagerly took one of your nipples into his mouth while Kaeya's cold hand cupped the other.

Childe scooted the table away from him to provide him with the room to stand up. Your cheeks burned as you found yourself face to face with his still clothed erection. He chuckled at your expression, fingers caressing your cheek. He let his pointer finger trail delicately down your jaw to your chin, and then from your chin down your exposed neck. You shivered slightly at the way it tickled.

You felt someone tug down your skirt and your underwear, cool air rushing over your core. Zhongli had managed to free his member from his pants and was pumping himself outside of your field of vision. His other hand was pressed to your hip. He admired the way your chest heaved. Thoma and Kaeya littered your skin with bite marks and kisses. You watched intently as Childe followed in Zhongli's lead, freeing himself from his pants. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, breath fanning the tip of Childe's dick with every exhale. Zhongli lined himself up with your entrance, you clenched your fists when you felt his tip push in. He sunk the rest of the way into you, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He silently thanked Kaeya and Childe for prepping you so well before he had even arrived. Childe repeated this same process with your lips, slowly sinking into your mouth and relishing the feeling of your warm tongue wrapping around him.

The men both started thrusting at the same time but at very different paces. Childe was eager and less restrained, holding you steady while he fucked your face. He was also louder, not seeming to care if the staff or other patrons heard how good you were making him feel. Zhongli on the other hand was slower, drawing all the way out of you before slamming back into you. Though, after a few moments he seemed to compromise with himself and picked up the pace slightly, only drawing partially out of you, but still enough to let you feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each powerful thrust. You felt Diluc's familiar fingers come into contact with your clit, rubbing you in just the right way to make you clench around Zhongli and moan around Childe. Diluc left kisses all over your lower half, his long hair spilling over his shoulder and tickling your stomach.

The lewd sounds of slapping and kissing and sucking were all that could be heard in the room, along with Childe’s occasional unrestrained noises of pleasure. He moaned your name, head thrown back and mouth agape. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, and they only seemed to glow brighter the closer he got to cumming. Childe's pace became sloppy and erratic as he drew near to his own orgasm, thrusts becoming shallow as he chased euphoria. He pulled out right as he hit his high point so he could paint your chest with his cum. He moaned your name particularly loudly as he did, using his own hand to slowly lower himself down from his peak.

Kaeya pulled back and marveled at the marks he left on your skin, the imprints of his teeth visible in several spots. "My turn already?" He hummed, fingers tracing over the splotches and bruises on your skin. "A shame, I wasn't finished with my work of art yet." He stood up nonetheless as Childe fell back on the seat behind him, still trying to catch his breath. Kaeya quickly took his place, much to Thoma's disappointment. Kaeya's signature smirk hadn't left his face once while he admired the way your breasts glistened with a mixture of sweat and cum. He slowly undid the button to his pants, pushing them partially down his legs before moving to his underwear. You swear his cock bounced when it sprang free, tip flushed and absolutely beautiful. It seems this man truly didn't have an ugly bone in his body.

You felt Zhongli slowly coming undone inside you too, his cock twitching more and more every time he pushed himself into your smooth walls, even more so whenever Diluc's added stimulation made you clench around him. You felt yourself rock against his fingers, your own climax on the horizon. Zhongli gave one final thrust into you before you felt him spill his hot seed into you, his fingers digging into your hips in an attempt to ground himself. You moaned at the feeling of your walls being coated white. Kaeya took this as an opportunity to muffle you with his cock. He stuffed your mouth full of him, watching in a sort of satisfied sadistic fashion as you choked slightly on his length.

Zhongli pulled out of you after he finished cumming, panting heavily. You whined around Kaeya's cock at the loss of contact, hole clenching desperately around nothing. You squirmed your hips and mewled, hoping someone would get your wordless plea for some form of stimulation. Diluc, ever so observant, was the first one to pick up on your discomfort. "Aw, does my little princess want to be filled up again?" He asked tauntingly. "Do you want my cock inside of you?" His fingers continued to push you toward your orgasm. He chuckled at the way you jerked your hips into his touch, whines becoming louder still even with your mouth full of Kaeya's erection. As he felt your body start to tense, he withdrew his hand from your clit before you could cum. You pressed your thighs together while a groan left your lips, feeling frustrated tears well up in your eyes.

Diluc switched spots with Zhongli and unzipped his pants loud enough to get the anticipation in your stomach building rapidly. You heard fabric bunching and shuffling, and in turn took advantage of the adrenaline rush you were getting to eagerly please Kaeya. You hollowed your cheeks and allowed your tongue to work over him, lewd sucking noises escaping your lips. Kaeya groaned in response, his grip on your head tightening still as he bucked his hips into you frantically. You felt Zhongli's rough hands run over the skin of your breasts, centering on the nipples. You felt him wipe some of Childe's cum off you, and moments later the feeling of his fingers got replaced with his tongue as he sucked slightly on the soft flesh.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt Diluc's tip at your entrance, face contorting as you prepared for him to stretch you out just like Zhongli had. You paused as he pushed in -- not all the way, just an inch or so -- to truly revel in the feeling the he was providing you. He sunk in a little bit more to let you get used to the feeling of him in your tight sex, he was a little more girthy than Zhongli. Finally, he pushed into you until he bottomed out, filling your cunt to the brim with his member. A quiet groan escaping his lips; you would give anything to see the blissful look on his face right now.

You squirmed as he started to move. He went slowly at first, letting himself become coated in your slick to make his job easier. He took a few moments to find a good rhythm, one that was much different from Zhongli's. He was steady and consistent, pulling out an inch or two only to push back into you. He lifted one of your legs to give him a better angle, you let out a muffled moan as his tip kissed your sweet spot. Kaeya groaned again at the vibration of your voice. You felt Kaeya’s thumb press slightly against the center of your throat where he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you. You swallowed around him as he gave his last few thrusts before he was sent over the edge, cumming in spurts over your tongue. He let out a long moan that you wanted to keep on repeat forever.

You caught sight of Thoma eagerly awaiting his chance to feel your mouth around him. Kaeya pulled out slowly, stepping to the side (albeit a little bit grudgingly) to let Thoma have his turn. Thoma has already freed himself, precum leaking from the tip. He seemed a little nervous as he found himself finally aligned with your awaiting mouth. “Are you sure this is alright?” He asked, closely watching your face for signs of discomfort. His gentleness was refreshing after the way Kaeya and Childe so unceremoniously face-fucked you.

You giggled, kissing his tip causing his ears to flush red. “Mhm, of course. You’re so good for me~” His eyes went wide at your praise. You let your mouth hang open as an invitation for him to enter you, a high pitched whine escaping him almost immediately after sinking into you. He cupped your head gently, pulling out of you slowly before pushing back into you, truly appreciating the stimulation you were giving him.

Kaeya truly could never sit still with an opportunity so grand in front of him. His fingers found their way to toy with your clit, his cold fingers making you squirm under his touch. Childe, who was still on the couch, had gotten hard again and was pumping himself as he watch you slowly get your holes stuff full of cum. You moaned as Diluc’s dick hit your sweet spot again and again, Kaeya’s cold fingers causing your head to spin. You could feel your orgasm coming fast, and it felt like it was going to be an intense one. You arched your back off the table, whines becoming increasingly more frequent the more pressure built up. Diluc also seemed to be nearing his release, you could always tell by the way he moaned your name. A few more thrusts into you was all it took for you to come undone. You cried out, thighs quivering as you squirted all over Kaeya’s fingers and Diluc’s cock alike. Diluc followed a few seconds after, burying himself inside of you as he came hard, eyes intently watching the sight of you during and after your orgasm.

Thoma’s cock twitched as he watched you make a mess over Diluc’s cock, his breathy moans of your name getting louder and louder. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with the way your tongue traced his veins and your hand assisting him with whatever he couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt the knot come undone and Thoma’s sweet cum flooded your mouth. He pulled out, gently wiping the spit from your face.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as everyone came down from their highs. Zhongli was even nice enough to grab your water from where Diluc had set them off to the side and offer you some as he dabbed away some of your sweat with a napkin. Diluc finally pulled his now softened member out of you, admiring the way your cum-filled hole leaked. He had to fight the urge to fuck every last drop back into you.

A knock resonated from the door, causing everyone in the room to freeze. “Um, sorry to interrupt,” the servers voice sounded meekly from outside the door, “you guys reservation time is up…” You cringed at the idea of having to walk back to your hotel room in this state, legs still wobbly and cum all over you.

“I supposed to ‘important announcement’ excuse won’t work now..” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Zhongli sounded amused. “No need to fret, I’ll just pay them a generous tip to overlook this little.. endeavor.”

“You mean I’ll pay the tip.” Diluc cut in flatly. You all were lucky the company had the money to be avoiding scandals like this or else you’d all be done for. Maybe he could convince you to, uh, thank him for it later…

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[divinefireangel]

Chair.

SF9 Yoo Taeyang x F! Reader Smut.

He does things to me I would not like to share 🤐🤤

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: OMFG this idea is so hot. But writing this was a challenge and I loved it! Thank you anon for giving me this challenge hehe 🥰. Umm as for the other stories, I will be updating them slowly from now on because I want to improve on my writing and give the fandom my best. 🥺💙 Hope you all understand. P. S. Thanks Rosie for choosing a Tae smut out of my list 😂

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and female anatomy (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Sexy YooTae. A fair warning. Sex on a chair, basically. Tbh in real life this shit may be risky as hell so please be careful. Dry humping. Marking, a lot. Biting. Scratching. Like 1 spank. A bit of exhibitionism. Riding Tae ;). Unprotected sex, let's assume reader is on birth control. I don't think I've missed any, but lmk if I need to add more.

Requested: Yes. By a very creative anon 🤭

Hii! Can you write a smut on YooTaeyang where they have chair sex?? 🥵🥵 OMG EVEN AT THE THOUGHT OF IT MAKES ME GO AKSHSKJDKDJD 🥵🥵

Me too anon. Me too. Hope you like it!

1.6k Words

You sat on the sofa situated at the side of the mostly empty practice room, scrolling through your phone mindlessly. The reason for you being there was so you could spend quality time with your boyfriend, Yoo Taeyang, who was trying to choreograph a new routine for his 'All by TY' series.

In all honesty, you thought quality time would have meant just the two of you in your bed, naked, wrapped up in sheets, feeling skin on skin and the only sounds heard would be skin slapping and your pleading moans. But instead you got, you on your phone and Taeyang in front of you, trying to come up with a new move using the armless chair with music blasting from the speakers.

Huffing you close your phone and throw it on the sofa, proceeding to run your hands through your hair. Looking in front, you saw Taeyang's well sculpted side profile, his strong jaw being the highlight. Your eyes fall to his visible collarbones. That tank top did nothing to hide his body, not that you were complaining right now. You observed the way his body moved with the beat of the song, getting hooked on every movement he made, every twist of his arm, every stretch his neck made. What made you lose the air from your lungs though, was the way he thrusted his hips up in the air, biceps flexing, bearing the weight of his body.

Chewing on the corner of your lip, you get up on your feet taking long strides towards Taeyang and stopping when you're next to him. Noticing you approaching him so suddenly he stops mid step, staring at you with curious eyes. Sitting down properly on the chair, Taeyang's right hand encloses around your left wrist, pulling you to stand in front of him.

"What's wrong? Are you bored? " caressing the back of your palm, he questions feeling a little guilty to be using your together time all for himself.

"A little. But I have a solution." Grabbing a hold of his shoulders for stability, you life your right leg first and move it beside his left hip. Next you life your left leg and put it on the opposite side of his lap, finally lowering down to sit on his lap. Sliding your hands up his hair you turn your heads to the side, closing your eyes as your lips connect in a breathless kiss.

Wrapping his arms protectively around your body he pulls you close enough to feel his chest on yours. Groaning in your mouth one of his hands moves to your hair, pulling you in for a deeper kiss. Threading his luscious locks that he's been growing out in between your fingers you roll your hips against his. Breaking the kiss at your action Taeyang sighs satisfactorily while mimicking your movements, realising how much he needs you.

You throw your head back after a particularly hard hump, gasping at the sensation of his semi hard cock on your clothed core. Pulling at his hair when he attaches his lips to the exposed skin of your neck you arch your back pressing into his body. Mouth falling open as you breathe in through it, feeling drugged as his lips placed love filled kisses from your neck to the central dip of your collarbones, finally giving you the attention you deserve.

Tugging at your top, Taeyang detaches his lips from your skin. "What about people? " you gasp out as he tries to remove your top. Nodding his head, he moves you to stand up so he can go to the door. Opening it slightly, he checks to see if anyone is too close to the room. Happy to find no one around, he closes the door, latching it secure. Removing his tank top he turns to face you. Dropping it on the ground he finds himself getting intoxicated looking at your naked figure, for you had removed your clothes as he was making sure you won't get caught.

"What if someone was near the door? Hmm? " He asks pressing his naked front to yours. Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, he bends down to kiss your lips harshly and sloppily, tasting your mouth all over again, savouring your kiss. His hands freely wander on you, pulling you closer, grabbing your hair and pinching your thighs. Slapping your ass with one hand he undoes his pants in the other, discarding it off somewhere in the room.

"I want you Tae. So bad. " Desperately you press your palms to his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss again, feeling him melt under your touch hearing him breathe loudly. Slowly he starts to walk the two of you back so he can use the wall as support to fuck you right, but you stop him for walking you back further away from the chair.

"Sit on the chair. Please. " You request softly, placing your hand on his abs as the song playing in the background becomes more noticeable the second time it repeats. His stares down at you, making your heart skip a beat. Smirking he sits on the chair, motioning you to come to him with his fingers.

Biting your lip shyly, you obey him, fully aware of the intense look he's giving you making your cheeks and core hot. Grasping your hands he guides to sit on his lap, taking your previous position. Only difference is that now you'll be sitting not just on his lap, but also on his hard cock, that's ready to fuck you however you'd like.

Placing your legs on either side of his hips, hands automatically holding his tighter, you moan shuddering as he slowly makes you sit on his hard length. His full length slides easily into your entrance, stretching you out for him. Pressing your foreheads together, your breathing falters as you try to adjust to the feeling of his cock filling your wet hole to the brim.

"Baby you gotta stop squeezing me already or I'm gonna cum even before we start.... Fuck... "

Digging your nails into his shoulders, you try your best to unclench around him, mewling when his fingers find your nipples and twist them with his index and thumb.

After finally adjusting to the fulfilling feeling of him being inside you, you make your feet touch the ground and slowly you lift yourself up off him a few times beginning to ride him at a slow pace. His lips find your neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin making sure to leave marks. Satisfied with his work, Taeyang licks a stripe up from the freshly made hickie to your ear, biting the lobe when he reaches it. This action adds the extra needed stimulation to ride him faster, slipping off his dick almost completely and sitiing on it again till the head touches your g-spot, your ass hitting his thighs again and again, the sound echoing with the music playing. Attaching your lips together again you moan loudly into his mouth with him moaning with you, silencing your sounds a little so as to not get caught.

Gripping your hips roughly wanting to reach your climaxes sooner, Taeyang starts to bounce you on his cock. Lifting you up and down by your thighs he makes sure to thrust into you every time he brings you down on his length. Moaning a high pitched moan you close your walls around him at the sudden action, making him jerk in response.

Your head falls onto his shoulder, letting him take over as you try to silence the screams coming out your mouth whenever he rams his dick balls deep into you. Scratching his back you hear him groan out your name, encouraging you to mark him more. At this green light you bite his neck and shoulder, easily leaving bite marks on his porcelain skin but also quitening your cries.

Moving a hand to your clit, you start to rub your stimulated bud, sending shocks through your body accompanied by the shockwaves Taeyang's giving you. "Tae I'm close. Make me cum. Please please please" You beg as your pussy starts to feel numb from the pleasure, the only sensations you feel are from you clit and Taeyang hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

"Fuck baby. Rub your clit faster. Make yourself cum on my cock. Squeeze all the cum out of me. I know you're close, so close. I can feel you dripping on my thighs babygirl. You're making such a mess." He grins as he throws his head back, stilling all his movements when you close your walls so impossibly tight around his cock, closing your thighs around his hips with your hand still pressing your clit as you reach your orgasm chanting his name, frantically shaking against his body.

Falling limp on him you shiver when you feel him spill his hot cum in you, mixing your juices together. Catching your breath slowly you move your arms to wrap around his broad shoulders, his big hands coming to head and waist, hugging you as you both calm down from your highs.

"What'd gotten into you? " He giggles out massaging your hair.

"I just wanted you. Is all. " You smile tiredly at him, looking lovingly into his brown orbs.

Both your eyes widen when you hear loud repeated knocking on the door.

"You know the rooms have cameras right?! " Youngbin shouted from the other side of the door. Looking at each other with shocked expressions you get off him, hissing at the empty feeling. Scurrying you try to put on your clothes as fast as you can given how your legs felt weak, knowing damn well that you both are gonna get screwed by Youngbin the moment you open the door.

But don't worry, a different screwing awaits when you get home.

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[merakiaes]

Captain Jealous - William Lennox

Pairing: William Lennox x reader

Requested: By @neemonroe​

Prompts: #20, #41, #42 from the smut-list. 

Warnings/notes: Takes place before Transformers. Not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes. Might be a little bit OOC but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please reblog and comment, it would make my day <3 

Wordcount: 3806

Summary: Flirting with Will only seems to result in annoyance, but when you finally turn your attention elsewhere, he’s not very pleased. 

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”. 

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To most, you were one of the strongest and most admirable women they’d ever gotten the pleasure of meeting, but to others… well, let’s just say that you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

You were absolutely relentless when you put your mind to something and one of the many people who had fallen victim to that stubbornness was William Lennox.

Having enrolled in the army around the same time and being equally as good at what you did both back in training and in the field, the two of you had always respected each other and rather than being competitive, tried your best to lift each other up.

If one of you took control of a situation and started shouting out orders, the other didn’t question it, not even when Will eventually passed you in ranks. Because your minds worked in the exact same ways and so it didn’t really matter who gave the orders since the orders would be the same in the end, anyway, no matter whose lips they passed.

But you did differ in the way that Will much preferred to keep his personal life separated from his professional life, while you had a habit of letting them merge together, which inevitably resulted in you bringing the obvious attraction you felt for him with you out on the field.

Will was one of the people who thought you had taken your mother’s advice a bit too literally. That was what he told you on a daily basis as a response to your endless flirting, at least. But you knew better; you knew that he, at least to some extent, reciprocated your attractions, thanks to the few moments you had shared back in training.

“It was all fun and games back then”. He liked to say in that stern, military voice he had picked up the second he was promoted to Captain. “But this is the real deal. This is serious, and this, this thing you’re doing, is unprofessional.”

Ever the workaholic soldier, he was, at this point basically having dedicated his entire life to the job with no time to spare for fun. But no matter how hard he tried denying it, you knew that the two of you shared something, and so did every other member of your squad.

The only ones who seemed completely clueless to this were the newbies and as you gradually lost hope that your stubborn captain would ever admit and give in to his feelings, you found it to be a breath of fresh air to be able to spend time with people who weren’t constantly making suggestive remarks and fueling the attraction from your side.

One, in particular, caught your eye; tall, dark and handsome. He had yet to gain more muscle than the bare minimum and was, admittedly, kind of lanky. He was one year younger than you which was way too young seeing as you’d otherwise not even go for guys the same age as you, but he had banter and shared your flirty, dirty, cheeky sense of humor which, most definitely, made up for what he lacked in life-experience.

Will had smugly watched all of the newbies try to make a move on you only to be shot down quicker than your enemies, but then the last of the soldiers had swept up by your side, put a long, lean arm over your shoulders, and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line he had ever heard. 

“How you doing, mama? You must be a parking ticket, ‘cuz you got fiiine written all over you.”

While Epps, Fig and the rest of the team broke out into laughter at the man’s poor technique, Will’s face transformed from smug to stone-cold murderer. 

Why? Because he knew that you didn’t want a man to tell you the stars reflected in your eyes or that you took their breath away with your beauty.

What you wanted was someone who could make you laugh, and when you threw your head back and joined in on the seemingly endless laughing fit, he was overtaken by a feeling so strong that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

And you noticed the change of demeanor immediately. The long, hard stares were only the tip of the iceberg, as was the way he would move closer to you and find a way to touch you as much as he possibly could without making it inappropriate or suspicious. 

The most extreme part of his change in behavior was how hard and strict he suddenly became with the rookie, who had quickly earned himself the reputation of your very own lapdog. 

He got scolded even for the most insignificant of mistakes, always got put on parade as the “example” in exercises in which he was usually thrown to the ground by Will himself and totally and completely humiliated.

Of course, those moments were just poor thinking on Will’s part seeing as you, besides being incredibly flirty and witty, also happened to be one of the most caring members of the team. 

Not only did he have to watch you laugh until your stomach hurt at the rookie’s bad jokes, but he also had to watch you comfort and reassure him after his one-on-one’s with the Captain.

And still, Will couldn’t stop himself from making the same mistake again and again, the consequences every time being that he was stuck watching you fuss over the younger soldier, because no matter how much it vexed him, he knew that you knew why he was acting the way he was. 

It was all a game to you and he played along because he wanted to keep showing you that he was the better option. Unluckily for the rookie, though, Will’s method of showing dominance was through physical contact.

You knew what Will was doing, how he was trying to punish the rookie, mildly and legally, of course, while simultaneously trying to show you that he was displeased with what was going on; that he wanted it to stop.

To a start, you only showed interest in the rookie to fuck with Will, but you quickly realized that he was actually a fun guy to hang around.

You enjoyed spending time with him. Not a second with him went without laughter and it was nice to be able to have fun like that for a change, and soon enough, you’d more or less forgotten about the silent war between the two of you.

You probably knew that it wasn’t a real interest, judging by the way you didn’t even care enough to remember his name, but it was fun to have another banter-buddy.

You’d had an identical friendship with Epps since the start, but two people could only keep the creativity up for so long; after a while, you just couldn’t come up with witty remarks and sarcastic jokes, anymore.

Up until then, Will had still kept his disapproval about the whole thing lowkey, because as long as you were only doing what you were doing to make him jealous, you were still interested. 

But when you started making moves on the rookie with genuine interest, without looking over at Will while doing it, it was no longer a game. 

While already on the topic of games, you were completely useless when it came to cards. It didn’t matter what game you played; you’d always end up as the loser. And although you enjoyed the banter that followed the teasing of your poor card-playing abilities, your patience wasn’t endless.

“Alright, I’m calling it.” You chuckled after losing the fifth game of the evening, dropping your thick deck of cards onto the table in front of you.

“Really? But it was going so good for you.” Epps wasted no time in firing back with feign-surprise, to which all you did was deliver a sharp slap to his head.

The table broke out into laughter. “You had that coming.” Fig shook his head, successfully starting a metaphorical war. 

You chuckled at their antics and pushed back your chair, getting to your feet and stretching your arms above your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, and wasted no time in starting to collect your things.

The rookie’s attention was instantly piqued, and so was Will’s, who had been playing in silence nearly the entire time you’d been there.

“You know, I need to shower, too.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. “So, I should probably join you. You know, save water. Provide some extra heat.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised a playful eyebrow and chuckled. “Tempting offer, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on that. Glad to know I have options, though. Maybe next time.”

Without waiting for his reply, you snatched your jacket from a nearby stool and playfully flicked his forehead, before turning around and walking away, completely oblivious of the pairs of eyes that kept watching you from the table you had just left.

You went about your shower routine like you always did; get undressed, wash hair, wash body, turn off the water in-between washes, get dried and get dressed again. Sharing the water with so many people could be hard, so you couldn’t really take the long, thoughtful showers you did when at home.

You were out again as quickly as you had gotten in and took your time getting lotioned and dressed, getting as much self-care into your night as you possibly could when at a military base.

“What are you doing with the new kid?”

You should’ve been significantly more aware of your surroundings as a soldier but in your defense, everyone dropped their guard to some extent when in a safe environment, so the scream that came out of your mouth at the sudden sound of a voice was completely justified.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore as you jumped around, hastily reaching for your damp towel to cover your bare chest.

Coming face to face with a furious-looking Will, you glared. “Knock much?”

He didn’t look amused in the slightest, crossing his arms over his chest. “Knock, knock. Answer my question.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the dominance behind his voice and your eyes instinctively flickered to his biceps, veins and muscle more defined than ever in the way he had positioned his arms.

You were, however, proud to say that you were quick to come back to your senses, your eyes snapping back to meet his.

“Do you, maybe, oh, I don’t know, want to turn around?” You asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

If you wanted him to turn around to gain privacy for yourself or simply because you couldn’t stop glancing at his bulging biceps, you didn’t know, but no matter the reason behind your wish, he didn’t move an inch.

“Answer the question.” Was all that he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just having a bit of fun.”

“Do you like him?” His questions kept shooting out as quickly as bullets and, again, you couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes.

“He’s fun to be around.” You said simply, giving him a slightly annoyed glare before turning around and dropping the towel to continue getting dressed.

Will didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was checking you out, eyes shamelessly traveling your form and taking his sweet time to remember all the details his eyes could reach. 

It wasn’t like this was the first time one of you saw the other only partly clothed – you know, it was kind of inevitable for all of you to catch a glimpse of each other’s birthday suits once every blue moon - so once the shock of his sudden appearance had melted off, the nervousness followed.

“But do you like-like him?”

At the sound of that question in particular, you couldn’t help but snort.

“What is this? Third grade?” You threw him an amused look over your shoulder. “Say that I do like-like him, do you think I should ask Epps if he can give him a note asking him to check yes or no on whether or not he’d like to be my boyfriend?” You gave him a sarcastic pout.

At this point, Will was completely fed up with your inability to take anything seriously and spun you around by your arm. 

Luckily, you had just finished hooking your bra behind your back, said bra thankfully covering your chest from his view.

“Can you not make a joke about everything?” He asked, your wrist firmly held in his hand. “You have to realize how bad this looks to our superiors. First me, and now him. You can’t go around flirting with everyone. It makes you look unprofessional and uncommitted and that, in turn, makes it look like I can’t do my job.”  

“Is that really what’s got your big-soldier-boy panties in a twist, though?” You narrowed your eyes challengingly, and slowly fought your wrist out of his grip to, instead, grab a hold of his hand.

Further proving your point, he did nothing to protest, the glare remaining in his eyes, but the rest of his face being overtaken by exasperation.

“I just don’t get it.” He said. “You spend all this time pushing my buttons, being completely insufferable with your never-ending flirting, and now you’re suddenly interested in someone else?”

“I think the real question here is why you’re suddenly interested when I’ve spent so much time trying to get your attention to no avail and now, what? You suddenly want me because I might be interested in someone else?” You raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t deny the flash of heat going through your body when he lowly growled.

“I’ve never not wanted you.” He objected. “And you’re not interested in the rookie.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

“So what you’re saying is, basically, that you can’t be with me, but I also can’t be interested in anyone else.”

“We both know that relationships in this work are highly frowned upon and-“

“Highly frowned upon, but not forbidden. You’ve still had the option to choose, and you actively chose not to act on it. Just making that clear.”

“I haven’t acted on it because it’s wrong.”

“If it’s so wrong…” You started, a sharp shiver going down your spine as your bare back hit the cold, wet tiles. “Then why did you just corner me in the shower?”

During that short minute of back-and-forth arguing, he had done just that, the two of you now standing chest against chest in the darkest corner of the room.

Your face was pulled into a determined glare, as was his, and the tension and intensity behind your shared stare was enough to have all of the previously discussed issues forgotten in less than a microsecond.  

The proximity between you in combination with the fact that you were at an obvious disadvantage in height and size made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. You felt like prey under his stare. You found yourself liking it all the while you were hating the feeling of being so powerless, and your inner conflict only added to the tension.

“You have no idea how much willpower it’s taken me to keep resisting you, to keep turning you down.” He spoke slowly, and lowly. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper and you put all of those thoughts into my head every day, pulling my strings, pushing my buttons, just walking around being… you.”

In one smooth motion, he intertwined his fingers with yours, and your eyes automatically flickered down to watch your now joined-together digits; rough and calloused meeting even rougher and more calloused.

“I like you. I care about you. More than I should.” He continued, prompting you to look back up with an eyebrow raised.

“And?” 

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, exasperated and impatient. “Do you want me to say that I want to be with you? Because I do. I. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You snickered at his over-dramatic emphasizing, finding it nothing short of amusing that he’d been protesting and telling you how wrong it was only seconds before, and now he was more or less proclaiming his love for you. That, more than anything, just showed how stubborn he was.

“Took you long enough.” You mused, leaning your head back into the wall and smirking, all while looking him straight in the eye. “It’s just too bad that I’ve grown so fond of the rookie. You know, he’s quite-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by Will’s lips crashing into yours, roughly and urgently. In the process, you were pushed even further into the wall behind you, and as the sudden force threw you off balance, you instinctively reacted by moving your arms up to his neck to hold yourself in place.

In return, his hands moved to each side of your waist, big, warm hands squeezing down on the flesh that had long ago turned cold from being bare in the nippy air for so long.

You had always imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him like this, but not even your wildest imagination could compare to the intensity of the tingles that spread through your stomach and chest.

Your hands slowly sneaked up the back of his neck, your body reacting automatically, but just as you were about to tousle your fingers in his hair, the moment ended when he pulled away.

Both of you were left panting in silence, the only sounds available for your ears to hear being your ragged breaths and the rhythmic dripping of the shower beside you.

“Wow, Captain.” You were the first one to speak. “I knew you were hot for me, but try to keep it in your pants. That was hardly professional.”

Just like that, your sarcastic persona returned as if it had never left in the first place, your eyes opening after having been closed up until then and meeting his with a playful grin.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m pretty sure you threw professional straight out the window the first time we met.” He pointed out and much to your dismay, stepped back. “Are you going to stop encouraging the rookie, now?”

Getting straight to the point, okay.

“I don’t know…” You shrugged casually, bringing your hand up to your face to inspect your nails and peeking up at him through your lashes with a devilish smirk. “Jealousy looks kinda good on you.”

“I’m not jealous!” He exclaimed quickly, and you immediately raised an eyebrow as a way to say ‘really?’

“I’m not jealous.” He repeated, this time in a lower, calmer tone. “It’s just, you’re mine.”

Those two words alone were enough to make you inwardly groan, like one would when eating that first scoop of ice cream after not having been able to eat any in a week. Or a day.

But in a brave attempt to not make a fool of yourself, you remained in your teasing element, raising your eyebrows and hitting him back with a feign-uncaring: “Is that so?”

To that, he stepped closer to you once again, brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, and playfully glared.

“Stop flirting with the rookie.” He repeated.

“Is that an order?” You asked.

“I’m asking politely.” He lied.

“Hmmm….” You hummed, pretending to think only for a moment, before flashing him a shit-eating grin. “No. I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm.”

Still leaning against the wall, you carefully pushed yourself up, pushed your chest against his and watched in success as his eyes flickered down.

Taking your sweet time, you brought your hands up to his chest with agonizingly slow movements and leaned your head up to his.

His breath shook as you brushed your lips over his and whispered against them lowly. 

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Will pushed his head forward with obvious intentions, but before he could press his lips against yours, you slid out of the tight corner, resulting in him having to catch himself on the wall left behind.

With a proud smile, you walked over to the bench by which you had previously been working on getting dressed and snatched your shirt where it laid.

“You’ll drive me crazy before all this is over, you know that?” Will spoke from behind you, which only made your smile widen.

Quickly pulling on your shirt and collecting the rest of your things, you turned around and walked back up to him where he still stood in the shower.

“That’s always been the plan.” You replied simply, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth before once again turning around and walking away, this time leaving him completely alone in the room.

He had to take a few moments to collect himself and regain his composure, and by the time he walked back out, you were nowhere in sight. 

With only you on his mind, he headed back to the table where the rest of the team were still playing cards, and sat down in the chair he had occupied before leaving.

“So, now that it’s just us here, I could use some advice on-“ The rookie wasted no time, but didn’t get to finish.

“You couldn’t handle her even if she came with instructions, kid.” Will interrupted without even looking at him, reading his mind without struggle since the person of his interest was one they had in common.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”. 

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To some, this was an admirable quality while, to others, you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

When it came to Will? Well, he just had nothing bad to say about you. You might’ve gotten on his nerves ninety-nine percent of the time, and been completely and utterly insufferable, but God did he love it.

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An idea:

Hero and Villain going to the same therapist but don’t know about the other. The therapist knows both of their secret identities obviously and has to deal with them complaining about each other separately

Bonus scene:

Villain finds out that therapist knows Hero’s secret identity and tries to trick the therapist into revealing Hero (can be flirting, snooping in the office, etc)

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"Villain?"

The villain blinked and Doctor Meadows' office came back into focus. He shook his head slightly to dispel the thoughts nagging his attention.

"Sorry, what?"

"I asked whether you gave what we spoke about last week a try? We talked about finding productive ways to express your negative emotions." Her voice was soft and void of judgment. "You have a creative mind, have you tried anything that has seemed to help you so far?"

Villain's gaze followed the curve of her pen as the therapist jotted a note down on her notepad.

"How can I possibly be productive when that fool in colored spandex is always barging in, getting in my way? What am I supposed to do, mm? Throw some pottery at him?"

The therapist's hands folded in her lap. "Even if you can't control the situation in the moment, you can still find ways to better prepare yourself, then you'll be equipped to process the aftermath in a healthy way. You can't keep Hero from doing things that act as triggers for you, but you can implement some techniques to control yourself better."

Villain scoffed. "What, you want me to try soaking with a bath bomb, sing kumbaya? Nothing will change until that cockroach is out of my way."

Despite the chill to his voice, doctor Meadow's expression was warm and gentle as she regarded him. She was much more sincere than the cold and demeaning therapists he'd met with at the previous facility he'd tried; or the doctor who cowered in fear when he showed up to his first appointment.

"I am confident that with time and effort, we can find a solution that will help you, villain. But you have to put your best foot forward. You have to invest enough in yourself to sow the desired outcome." Doctor Meadows held his gaze without fear, kind eyes and soft smile settling his restless energy.

She always had a way of snuffing out the tension that corded through him and wound him tight.

They had a connection, and Meadows seemed genuine in her care for him. Sometimes he even wondered if she felt more for him than that.

Villain huffed and glanced around the room, taking in the colorful artwork on the walls, the comforting throw rugs, pillows with silly inspiring catchphrases, and soft furnishings making the space feel inviting. He found it far more disarming than the sterile white, desolate offices he'd visited before.

The therapist continued after allowing him a moment of quiet to consider her words. "I understand that we are a ways away from you being in a place where you feel comfortable giving up your...occupation. I believe that we can work our way there, but for now, we have to take steps to minimize your destructive behavior. The intent behind your actions is the key to why you are compelled to do the things that you do. If we start there, we can make changes that are healthier for you and those around you. What things best calm you and make you feel grounded?"

You, he thought, but didn't say.

"Chaos," he said instead, dazzling her with a sharp smile. He crossed his legs, leaning back on the plush lilac couch.

Doctor Meadows didn't flinch. "So when you feel like your life and personal environment are no longer in your control, it comforts you to inflict that same helplessness on other people? To help you feel less alone."

Villain stared at her. Anyone else would have run and hidden at the look on his face.

Doctor Meadows waited patiently for his response. "Do you feel that that is a correct assesment?" she prompted.

Villain straightened to lean forward in his seat. When he spoke, his voice was low. "What gives you that impression?"

"When Mr. Ma--" her eyes widened as she cut herself off, correcting herself, "--when [Hero's superhero name] isn't around, you--"

"What did you say?"

For once, the therapist's blood ran cold at her mistake. "Pardon?"

Villain braced his hands on the table between them, slowly rising to his feet. He towered over her. "Hero. You know his name. Tell me his name."

Doctor Meadows pursed her lips. "I can't do that, Villain. Doctor-patient confidentiality states--"

"--He's your patient," Villain interrupted again, his smile something too sweet, too manic, to be sincere. Like poison.

The therapist tracked his movements while still looking steady and unshaken.

"Doctor Meadows. Juliet. You want to help me, don't you?" he purred, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "If I knew who he was, I could solve all my problems. Not to hurt him, just to keep him out of my way."

His fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. She shuddered in a soft breath, a blush creeping over her cheeks.

"I am not at liberty to share my patient's information. You should be grateful that I don't share yours."

"Sweetheart, let's not pretend I'm just any client." Villain gently took the pencil and notepad out of her hands, setting them aside. Their gazes interlocked.

"Villain--"

"Juliet," he countered, voice honeyed. His free hand landed at the small of her back and he could feel a shiver run through her.

"Villain," she said, tone giving no room to argue. "If you are not willing to respect my rules and the policies I am required to follow, I will be forced to transfer you elsewhere."

He paused at that. The silence stretched. Could he stomach losing her? His therapist, his Juliet, the only person who came close to understanding him?

How dare she threaten to abandon him?

Finally, she shifted slightly under the dangerous look he studied her with.

"Villain. Do you understand?"

Slowly, he lowered himself back into his seat. He clenched his hands at his sides.

She smiled again, and it looked like home. "Good. Take a deep breath. Let's try a few new exercises together to help you manage your emotions."

Part 2

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Please please PLEASE do a dabi and hawks x reader I will give 6 of the children in my basement- (also could u tag me in it if u decide to make one)

Between A Hawk and A Hot Place [Hawks | Takami Keigo || Dabi | Todoroki Touya]

Content: Smut, AFAB, Oral (Reader receiving/giving[mentioned]), Penetration (Dabi/Hawks giving) Sub/Dom undertones(?), Pet Names (birdy - reader, doll- dabi)

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

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Being a member of the league sure did have its perks.

“Fuck, slow down”

You never would have expected to be in a situation like this, but after being around these two for long enough, you realized that—

Anything could happen.

“Want you now. Both of you.”

Even something as wild as fucking both Dabi and Hawks.

“You can have both of us, but only if you’re good.” You cooed in the hero’s ear. “Can you be a good boy while Dabi opens you up?”

He groaned as Dabi brought his hands down on his ass, massaging his cheeks.

“Uhn… I— taste you please...”

You smiled, guiding him down between your thighs. Throwing your head back almost immediately when the heat of his tongue made contact.

Your eyes caught Dabi’s. “Be a doll and hurry up.”

“Nah, think I’ll take my time.” He smirked.

You opened your mouth to respond, but instead let out a long moan. Hawks was obviously getting more needy by the second.

“Hah… How about this? I’ll let you cream. I’ll suck you clean— fuck— while Hawks does the same for me— fuck fuck fuck” You were starting to lose control.

“Hmmm…” He may have acted like he was thinking about it, but he was already lining himself up.

You pulled Hawks back, your juices dripping down his chin.

“You ready, birdy?” He nodded eagerly, “Then come on, just don’t cream before the fun really starts.”

First, Hawks bottomed out in you, groaning the entire time. You were sure he was going to cream, but with some godly restraint, he didn’t.

Then came Dabi.

You knew how good he felt, the stretch, the length— it was enough to have your eyes rolling back. And it definitely had Hawks gone, he shoved his head into your neck, teeth grazing.

He was asking for permission, how sweet.

Your fingers gripped those honey locks. “Not there, people will see, but—”

“I want them to.”

You blinked, then looked at Dabi. He shrugged before pulling back then thrusting back in.

The motion had Hawks pull a bit out of you but plunge back in, just barely hitting that sweet spot. Quickly the room became hot and sweaty. Which caused a bit of a haze in your judgement,

“Mark me.” He didn’t need other guidance. He sank his teeth into the crook of your neck, then your collarbone and chest.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You were close and by the way both males were losing rhythm in favor of sweet release.

For once in your life, you saw stars.

Sweet, euphoric stars.

However, it was short-lived.

As soon as he caught his breath, Dabi had switched your position with Hawks, placing his still erect dick on your lips.

“A deal’s a deal, doll.”

Smiles in cliffhanger :) LMAO SO I don't really know where this came from but when I start the horny, I cannot be stopped. So yeah, hope y'all liked this (whatever it is) and uh if y'all want a part two continuation

Nah y'all don't want to continue this....

Unless

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NSFW Alphabet w/ Lucas

Warning: SMUTTY

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Aftercare:

He would be both this concerned boyfriend and goofy one. He’ll be asking you if he went too hard and if you need anything but once you ask him for something he’ll say some shit like, “I dicked you down pretty good huh?😏”

Body part:

Such an ass man. He’ll literally find any excuse to touch your ass. Not just that, he’ll find anything to think of your ass. He’ll see a peach and immediately start talking about how soft your ass is when he cups them. How red and sensitive they get when he spanks them. Then you yell at him for smacking your butt so hard that the clap was heard like from miles. Now you got this stinging sensation while he’s off running away from your wrath. That stupid smirk on his face.

Cum:

He loves cumming on your back or ass. Any of the two gets him going. He thinks you look so dirty before him it’s a reminder that no matter how much you scold him for saying such intrusive things here you are re-enacting them before him.

Dirty secret:

One time you left him with blue balls that no matter how much he touched himself he couldn’t get off. So he tried humping your pillow and the poor boy cummed so hard it was embarrassing for him that he literally humped a pillow that smelled like you to climax. When you came home he lied and said he spilled orange juice in the pillow case and his washing it. A part of him felt guilty that you later fell asleep on was once covered with his cum but he then remembers how you were once face covered in his semen so he lets it go. What haunts him is you finding out oh boy he can’t live with the idea of not getting any for the next two weeks.

Experience:

I would say he’s pretty experienced. No way a boy like him isn’t getting any. Yes he’s a gentleman and all but doesn’t mean he won’t having meaningless sex every once and a while. When he did meet you though even before you two started dating that’s when he stopped entirely so he wasn’t learning anymore tricks. He did find it surprising when you came out with a few tricks on your own when you two did sleep with each other. Only making him fall deeply in love with you more.

Favorite position:

Doggy a thousand percent. He loves everything about it. Your ass, his dick sliding in and out of you. Your hair in a mess as you dig your nails into the sheets. He has easy access to everything. Your hair, ass, pussy everything. Not only that, he loves how hypercritical you are. You tell him how he’s such a dog at times and now here he is. Fucking you from behind like he’s in heat. Something that you’re letting him do.

Goofy:

He’s in the middle. He likes to tease you and crack a few jokes but once the pleasure starts there’s no more jokes. Sometimes if he really needs a good fuck he won’t even take the time to even open his mouth. Just immediately have you tossed on the bed and begins to take off his pants. Warning you to not say a word. This side of him rarely comes out but when it does you can’t help but feel a little too turned on by it. Soft boi Lucas is no where in sight.

Hair:

He keeps it trimmed. Regularly yes but there will be times where he’s just not in the mood but you never mind.

Intimacy:

This giant teddy bear loves you so so much, every time you have sex he’ll go wild on you but the very last round is where he has you on your back. Smothering you in kisses, his weight on top of you as he goes slow and soft on you. Truly leaving the message that no matter how rough he can go on you, he’ll still remind you at the end of the day just how much you truly mean to him.

Jerk off:

He jerks off quite a lot. He’s very horny. He needs you all the time. And when you are away he’ll result to jerking himself until he’s really satisfied. But when you aren’t in the mood he’ll respect that, he won’t touch himself because he feels like he should wait until you’re in that mindset as well. But when you’re telling him no simply to tease him or to punish him then he’ll usually pout at you and begin to touch himself in front of you. Knowing that in any minute you’ll crack and begin to get on your knees before him soon.

Kink:

Daddy kink. Breeding kink. BDSM and gagging. He loves how pretty you look chocking on his huge cock. Oh god and the daddy / breeding kink. There will be times where he won’t let you out of bed and just have you screaming daddy for him over and over until he gets tired of it which is almost never. Lucas also loves the idea of one day having a baby with you. Wether that’s today or ten years from now. So his breeding kink is pretty serious. If he fills you to the absolute brim with his cum every single day and you come out pregnant with like sextuplets by the end of the week he will literally not complain at all. If anything that’ll get him even more horny and fuck you again just for getting knocked up by his seed.

Location:

He’s down for wherever. No limits. In public he’s this bean that is too busy making the world laugh because of his goofiness but as soon as he has you in his arms he’s not letting go. And if his pants start tightening he’s gonna start touching you in places that has you begging for him until he’s pounding into you. He absolutely loves fucking you by a pool or a large body of water. He loves how cute you try to keep your bikini on but it’s no use because he’ll only end up ripping it off your body.

Motivation:

Scolding. You tend to scold him because he gets a bit to rowdy at times. He’s either this soft and tamed boy who all he wants is to have his baby in his arms or he’s this little shithead that will go to great lengths to get you pissy. And when you do, you start telling him off. How immature and childish he is and needs to knock it off. And by doing so, he as you bouncing on his cock. Telling you the only he can be tamed is if you shut him off by having that pretty cunt of yours wrapped around his dick.

No:

Will not do humiliation. He never understood why anyone would be into that with their partner. He couldn’t imagine doing that to you. You’re to precious to have the world see you in such a vulnerable state. Especially in a state only he can put you in no one else.

Oral:

LOVES ORAL. Oh my god there’s time where he doesn’t even want to do the actual sex thing where his dick inside your cunt so having all night with you sucking him off and him eating your pussy will do.

Pace:

He tends to go fast and hard. But on the last round he’ll go slow and deep.

Quickies:

He’s all about quickies. If it means to have him do such dirty things to you and you doing the same he’s all for it. He also loves the rush that comes with it. He’ll usually challenge you by saying shit like, “Bet I can make you come two times in 15 minutes.” Then there you guys are in the bathroom, him jackrabbiting you like crazy.

Risk:

Loves risks. He likes how whining you get trying to get him to hurry up but you’re not the one in charge. He is, he he says, happens. So if he wants to fuck you for a good hour in the bathroom then it’s gonna happen whether someone walks in or not.

Stamina:

Dude can last for like 5 rounds that’s how high his sex drive is. He also loves overstimulating himself. He likes to push his limits to pounding into you until he’s the one seeing spots and is close to blacking out.

Toys:

He can work with toys. He’s pretty freaky in bed so if a toy would be used he’ll be a lot more excited then you would’ve imagined. But he can assure you, you’ll regret bringing one out because he’ll fuck you with it all night until your gripping his hands away pleading him, ‘no more’.

Unfair:

He likes to tease you but man he absolutely loves it when you do it to him. He won’t even try to take control back. If you continuously give him a hand job but pull away before he can cum he’ll have you doing it again and again until he can’t put up with it no more.

Volume:

He’s pretty loud. It’ll start out with groans then with dirty talking. Following with moans and when he’s really at his peak he’ll start whimpering in your ears. Begging you to cum with him.

Wildcard:

One time you guys were having sex in the pool. You two went about four rounds and when you guys finally got out. His shorts and your parties where left in there. Yeah the boys were absolutely disgusted and upset that they couldn’t come home to a refreshing pool because it was covered of your guys liquids and clothes.

X-ray:

He’s big BIG. No doubt, I don’t think I need to be explicit the man is packing for real.

Yearning:

Like I said earlier, he needs you almost all the time. If he’s lucky, you two will have sex at least 5-6 times a week. If you are also as needy as him it can even go up to 8-9 times a day. When he’s busy it’ll go down to 3-4 and even 0 if he’s flying places. Still he’ll find ways to have you two doing naughty things whether you two are face to face or not.

Zzz:

He’s out every time. He’s very creative in bed, it’s never a plain vanilla sex with him. So when he’s done for real he’ll be out like a light in 4 minutes tops.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct smut #wayv imagines #wayv smut #lucas wong #lucas wong smut #wong yukhei #wong yukhei smut #yukhei x reader #wayv yukhei #yukhei smut #xuxi x reader #xuxi smut

[mrsgiovanna]

Between the devil and the deep blue sea (Yakuza!Josuke x Reader x Don Giorno)

If you're looking for cinnamon bun Josuke and cinnamon roll Giorno this is NOT it. The reader is a courtesan in this instance, and the Duwang gang (heh) are actually a branch of the Yakuza. (Just a darker, criminal Jojo AU)

This request took way too long, @rubyninja1 here you go love, I hope this is what you were envisioning.

All characters are aged up as this occurs many years after Giorno becomes Don.

TW: Very OOC, yandere behavior if you squint, yakuza x mafia au, suggestive content.

Word Count: 1.7k

Minors please DNI with this post and block the n/sfw tag

You stared at your reflection in the misty mirror, wiping off the steam in one swipe. You had a very important engagement to get ready for, and for the first time since you entered this business, you were nervous. Ever since Giorno became the Don of Passione, the drug trade came to a grinding halt. The rules were adapted to suit his ideals and keep Italy’s youth safe from drugs. But there remained one problem- the activities of the former execution squad… at the best of times, the income brought in was meagre, not really being enough to support all of the assassins, and with the new regime, even those jobs had all but dried up. You had to get creative to generate a livable income, and after many conversations and playing to the Don’s affections for you, you were able to persuade him to allow you and an elite group of escorts to run your business while still being under the protection of Passione.

Under normal circumstances, Giorno would not have allowed you to do something like this, but you had asked him to give you just one month to prove that you would be able to protect yourself while doing the line of work you had proposed, him hoping silently that you would grow tired of that life in favor of a more mundane activity, however, in that short amount of time, not only had you established your business, but you had become the most requested companion, which meant you could accept and deny requests at will- suddenly money was no longer your motivation. It was an intoxicating feeling… being that desired, it was altogether euphoric watching them crumble at your sweet rejections. It was fair game for any man, deciding your rules according to your latest whims, although, one man was above all of those games, being in a superior league all on his own. There was no waiting, or appraising when your presence was requested by Don Giovanna. Most times he would request for you to entertain his associates, close to him so he could keep an eye on you- one of many guardians that you had collected over the years.

Moving into your adjoining room you put on the beautiful silken embroidered outfit and hair ornaments sent to you by Giorno- tonight was a special night as the Don wasn’t just hosting any old Mafiosi, these guests were his esteemed associates from Japan. Over and above the usual treatment doled out to those who met with the don, this visit was more important than most. The head of the visiting group was a relative of Giorno’s, so there was no room for error. You wondered about his convoluted bloodline, hearing murmurs about his origins, but nothing was ever confirmed or denied other than the fact that his mother is Japanese, and nobody dared to push further for answers, not that it mattered in any case, by this time, Giorno had rearranged the entire structure of Passione, and for all intents and purposes it worked, sustainably generating copious amounts of money with minimal bloodshed.

Right, mascara and I’ll be done you mused as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. No sooner had you finished primping your lashes did you hear a knock on your door.

“It’s open…” you called out from the seat in front of your mirror.

“(y/n), they’re ready with the car downstairs, whenever you’re ready to go…”

“Thank you Ris…” the words left your carefully painted lips, barely acknowledged by your capo when he turned to leave. Well, referring to him as Capo was now redundant seeing that you were an entity in your own right, but old habits die hard, and you still respected him in the same way. He always worried before you set out on these types of missions, remembering a time when you used to be sent out on missions by him. Nonetheless, those days were over now, and you had a new role to fulfil.

There was nobody downstairs when you left, so you exited quietly and steeled your mind on the drive to the private cigar lounge.

“Fugo, I’ll be in my study, please alert me when Higashikata and his associates are here. Also confirm with Risotto if (y/n) is on board for this evening,”

“Of course Giogio, excuse me, I’ll also follow up with Mista on the status of the Capos he’s in charge of- I’ll have feedback for you in an hour,” with a small nod of acknowledgement Fugo took his leave and Giorno went back to examining the documents sent to him beforehand about the strange occurrences in Morioh, Washington, and now Naples. This was the start of something ominous, having a nagging feeling that this wasn’t the last time he would have to meet Josuke. It’s highly unusual for organisations like Passione and the Gokudo to interact in this manner, but this situation was exceptional, and when Jotaro had made contact with Giorno explaining the situation, he couldn’t turn a blind eye, and as such, Josuke was sent in his stead to meet with the young Don.

“Giogio, we should leave now if we want to get there before Higashikata’s group, Mista will meet us there,” with that, the Don and his consigliere had left to receive their guests.

Scents of old leather, expensive tobacco, and even more expensive cologne filled the air when you sauntered in. A handsome man with a pompadour, donning a designer suit, shirt opened a few buttons too low displaying the elaborate patterns adorning his chest offered you a wicked grin from across the room. Just next to him, another ruggedly good looking man with scars across his face nursed a drink while emphatically making conversation with a white haired young man who had a beautiful raven-haired woman draped over him.

“Ah, (y/n), there you are, come on, take this to Don Giovanna and Mr Higashikata,” Maria the head hostess, pushed a bottle of cognac into your hands, the Mafiosi already having gone through a couple of rounds before your arrival.

You approached the rowdy table, offering apologies for the delay, nestling yourself between Giorno and Josuke with a flirtatious giggle.

“Well dollface, it seems good things come to those who wait, so I’ll overlook it… this time,” You were surprised with the fluency at which Josuke spoke Italian- perfect Neapolitan dialect.

“Your Italian is impeccable Higashikata-sama,” you commented, remembering the honorifics you read about. Josuke looked impressed, cocking an eyebrow, taking a sip of the expensive liquor that remained in his glass, readying himself for you to pour him another drink. Watching the exchange, Giorno downed the rest of his drink as well, and took care of the formal introductions, not that it mattered in any case. You were being pulled in all to quickly by the magnetism exuded by the young man, being lulled by the dulcet tones of his voice. I guess this runs in the family you thought to yourself, recalling your first encounter with the don. Giorno continued his conversations with the rest of Josuke’s associates, discussing the occurrences that had brought them all the way to Naples, but kept one eye on you at all times. He wasn’t sure if it was Josuke’s brazen attitude, or your fawning, but the entire situation had annoyed him, which didn’t make sense even to him seeing that you were acting on his instruction… although by this point, you weren’t really acting.

“So Higash…”

“Please, call me Josuke,”

“Okay, Josuke, those are some interesting tattoos you have…” you say, delicately tracing the patterns on his chest with a manicured finger.

“Wanna see the rest of it?” not really waiting for an answer, Josuke unbuttons the rest of his shirt to show you the elaborate design on his back, a large stunning dragon sprawled menacingly across the taut skin, stopping just shy of star-shaped marking on his shoulder.

“Hey, that looks like the same mark on the don’s shoulder…” the young man pulled his shirt and coat back on and eyed Giorno knowingly, to which the don wordlessly replied with a smirk as he raised his glass. Giorno wasn’t always that condescending, but he had the urge to make it known that hewas the one who had been acquainted with you first. Not that any of that had bothered Josuke, he wasn’t one to fall for minor acts of derision when he had set his sights on something he wanted, and right now, that was you. Missing that entire interaction as you refreshed everyone else’s drinks, you returned to the table, however Josuke wanted to take your conversation to another location, somewhere quieter.

You lead him to one of the private meeting rooms, slowly sliding the door shut. Turning around to face him, you noticed the look on Josuke’s face changed, eyes darker, expression demanding your attention, which you were unable to avert regardless of your efforts. This feeling was exhilarating to you, for so long you had mostly been in charge of your encounters, only ever yielding control to Giorno when you were with him.

“Y’know, your don was doing his best to make it known that he’d been here first… I don’t much care for the conquest or doing things first, all that matters is doing it right…” inching closer towards you, a pair of strong arms placed you on the table, hungry lips captured your own, your hands attempting to go into his hair when you were gently reprimanded. As much as this was a job for you, evidence of your excitement pooled in your lingerie and left your lips in muted moans as deft hands and lips skillfully worshipped your body, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy so many times before allowing you to fall in.

“Good girl… look at you, barely able to think…” Josuke spoke into your shoulder, resting his head there while he waited for you ride out your climax.

Outside your little slice of heaven, your absence was obvious, Giorno having concluded his business, had started to take his leave, not before catching a glimpse of your slightly disheveled form exiting the room. You didn’t see him watching you with a scowl, already having set in motion a plan for your future in both his life and the organization… for now the moment though it seemed ignorance truly was bliss.

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[luvdsc]

mark lee sucks at technology.

tap the heart if you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on your best friend!

pairing :: lee mark x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au word count :: 5,883 words warnings :: none playlist :: dumb stuff (lany) ⋆ feeling (coin) ⋆ so far so good (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ electric love (børns) ⋆ love by mistake (bad suns) author’s note :: i was debating if i should post it on his bday instead, but i decided to drop it earlier, so uh, happy (approx. one week early) bday to mister absolutely fully capable (except when it comes to tech stuff) !!!! thank you for blessing us with your god tier raps ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

In your required upper division business course aptly titled “Essential Marketing Strategies,” you had learned about a concept called personal brands. A personal brand is explained as the first impression a person wishes to perceive based on their own experiences, qualifications, and achievements. Your professor had told you and your classmates to pick three words to define your own brand. For instance, you chose to label yourself as charismatic, fun, and creative.

Your best friend’s brand would be awkward, endearing, and technologically challenged. 

Okay, so that is definitely more than three words, but who’s counting? You might as well tack on “Y/N’s big fat crush” at this rate because everyone and their mother knows that you carry a torch—or more accurately, a blazing wildfire that can easily be spotted from Pluto—for your best friend.

Well, to be more precise, you should probably say everyone, except Mark, knows. And that’s not for lack of trying either. You completely dropped the art of delicate subtlety months ago already. Maybe you should add “hopelessly oblivious” instead.

The rolling end credits to the sixth Harry Potter film are playing on the screen in front of you, signaling the nearing end of your magical movie marathon. You’re seated on the worn down couch in Mark and Donghyuck’s shared apartment, watching the former make his drink with the fancy, gently used Keurig newly settled on the scratched countertop. Johnny dropped it off a few days ago because he had splurged on a better coffee machine (“It even makes Instagram worthy whipped frappuccinos!”) and didn’t want his old, but still perfectly functioning caffeine provider going to waste.

“What’s wrong with this thing?” Mark slaps the side of the machine, and it starts to emit a low whirring noise. “Oh, that’s good, right? That sound is good, you think?”

His question is immediately answered by the sad squirt of hot water speckled with coffee grinds falling into his mug for a few seconds before the machine shuts off.

“What the hell?” he mutters angrily, carding his hand through his hair in frustration, and you finally decide to take pity on your best friend. Getting up from the comfy spot you know you sadly won’t be able to recreate perfectly again later, you stride over to where your best friend stands and flip open the top of the Keurig.

“Hyuck didn’t take out his used coffee pod,” you say, pulling out the incriminating evidence of your best friend’s roommate and disposing it in the trash can next to the refrigerator. “Where’s the espresso one you’re gonna use? Why didn’t you put that in?”

His jaw slackens, and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze and mumbling, “I thought I’d just open it later and pour it into my hot water.”

“Mark,” you start, placing your hands on his shoulders firmly and staring into his eyes with a serious look on your face. “Please know that I’m saying this in the most loving way possible, but you are an absolute idiot.”

You release your grip on his shoulders and grab the espresso pod dangling from his fingertips before slotting it into the Keurig. You remove the mug he placed underneath the spout and wash out the accidental coffee water before placing it back in its original position and pressing the start button on the machine. With a sigh, you lean against the side of the counter, glancing at your friend who looks like a child being scolded for stealing from the cookie jar.

“If you pour the pod into your mug, are you just going to chug all the loose coffee grinds, too?”

“... I didn’t think that far ahead.” His lips start to unintentionally form a tiny pout, and your eyes (and your heart, too) soften.

You’re very relieved that Donghyuck is off filming with your friend because he definitely would be making fun of your heart eyes that frequently make an appearance around a certain Mark Lee. Which you always deny. Because you certainly do not have a gigantic crush on your technologically inept best friend.

You glance over at him again and have to physically fight yourself to resist the urge to kiss his cute pout away. Okay, so maybe you harbor a very respectable, medium sized crush. But it's no big deal. It’s completely under control. Unless you’re counting the fact that your best friend is still unaware, and you’re running out of ideas to try and see if he likes you back before you actually shoot your shot. Then it’s very much not under control because you’re losing sleep over it and you don’t know what to do to be any more obvious without stating the, well, obvious.

“Well, now you know. If you forget, you can FaceTime me and I’ll give you instructions on how it works.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly before pausing. “Wait, you do know how to FaceTime, right?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, sulking even more before confessing in a quieter, defeated tone, “Hyuck showed me last month.”

Mark grabs his finished drink and follows behind you, settling back onto the couch next to you. The streaming service already has Deathly Hallows Part 1 in the queue and ready to go, and your best friend is ready to click play until he notices your attention being focused on the smaller screen in your hands. He wonders if you’re about to post another one of your popular cooking videos on that app that shares a name with the most iconic song of the 2000s (hint: the name of the song’s singer is made up of four letters and a dollar sign).

“Are you uploading one of your videos?” he implores before taking a sip of his drink with a satisfied smile. Somehow, it always tastes better when you make it, and he can’t figure out why for the life of him. When he went to Johnny’s place, his older friend uses the exact same pod and water ratio for his espresso, and yet, it’s never as good as yours.

“Nah, I’m ordering my grocery delivery before I forget. Do you want anything?” You select the option to load your usual grocery items into your cart before debating on whether or not you should splurge on buying several packages of those seasonal Pillsbury sugar cookies that only come in stock during certain holidays. It seems like such an insult to the entire premise of your Tiktok account based on baking and cooking, but you’re an absolute sucker for those soft pastries.

“Yeah, can you get me a Shin Ramyun ten pack? Hyuck ate the last one two days ago and didn’t tell me.”

“You sure you don’t want ten boxes again?” You decide to get those Pillsbury sugary delights, happily adding three boxes to your cart. Everybody has a weakness, and yours just so happens to be a premade one way ticket to diabetes. You’re here for a good, delicious time, not a long time.

“No! That was an accident!” He objects, flailing his hands around, before falling back against the couch cushions in defeat. “But Hyuck does all the online grocery shopping now.”

“Thank god. You guys finally have quality toilet paper again.”

The past month of bathroom occurrences was plagued with scratchy tissue that felt more like goddamn sandpaper from the horrible depths of hell. To be honest, you probably would have rather used actual sandpaper, given the choice. You even made sure not to drink too much water any time you came over, but today, you decided to splurge on a venti passion fruit iced tea with sweetener from that very popular franchise sporting a mermaid logo and fiscally cosmic name. To your pleasant surprise, your trip to the toilet this time was wonderfully padded with Charmin Ultra Soft, not that absolutely awful off brand one with the gross texture of a dried pinecone from inferno.

“Hey, that toilet paper was a good steal! It was a three for one deal,” Mark protests, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Wow, I wonder why it was priced so low.” You deadpan, and Mark blanches, recalling all those restroom incidents that were rather rough. Literally.

“Anyway, do you think my viewers wanna see me make chocolate crinkle cookies or mochi doughnuts?” You bring up the two recipes you managed to perfect and add your own spin to on your phone, eyes scanning the ingredient lists.

“Both. And tell me when you’re making them, so I can come over and eat them.” He gives you a wide grin, and you let out a snort at that. His smile only grows as he says happily, “I love your job.”

“You only love it because you can freeload off of me,” you jest, but nevertheless begin to start to add all the ingredients for both recipes to your shopping cart. You always film cooking videos on Tuesdays, edit on Wednesdays, keep Thursdays free for last minute touch ups and emergencies, and post one every week on Fridays with other various random videos uploaded whenever in between. With that in mind, you schedule your upcoming grocery delivery for Monday.

“Hey, you need me. I’m the best taste tester.” He puffs up his chest proudly before hastily tacking on a more genuine reason. “And because I’d starve without you. I can’t live off of instant ramen and frozen chicken nuggets forever. Gordon Ramsay already confirmed my shitty cooking skills. I need you to survive.”

“Oh my god, when I uploaded those pics of your scrambled eggs on Twitter, I lost like a hundred followers in less than a minute.” You confirm the delivery and place your phone on the coffee table, picking up the opened bag of Cheeto puffs before settling back in your seat. “My cooking credibility was completely shot. I had to explain to my fans that I didn’t make those.”

“Yeah, but now everyone calls me Eggy Boi online!” he whines, and you laugh. You have to admit, it’s quite a funny play on the whole “edgy boi” terminology. You wonder if Mark will find it amusing if he discovers his roommate is the culprit behind his new online persona (He probably won’t, and you reckon Donghyuck enjoys living in a safe space where he doesn’t have to sleep with one eye open, so you stay quiet about it. You’ll use it as leverage some other time).

“Okay, Eggy Boi, come by on Tuesday because I’ll be baking in the afternoon,” you say casually, grabbing the remote control from your best friend and pressing play. 

You very narrowly avoid a green gummy bear to the face. It lands somewhere behind the couch, lost forever to the dust bunnies and other snacks that missed its target. You know for a fact that it’ll stay there until the boys decide to move to a new apartment. Mark grumbles at the miss, biting off the head of a red cherry flavored gummy bear perhaps a little harder than necessary.

“I hate you. But I’m still coming over next week because I want a doughnut.”

“No cookie?”

“... and a cookie. Maybe two.”

Wednesday comes faster than you expected, and you’re currently holed up in your apartment’s second bedroom—which you had transformed into a snazzy office space—completing the edits to your second video on mochi doughnuts. You already finished polishing the one about the cookies earlier, thank goodness. If you had to stare at your computer screen for another three hours, you would rather eat those pastries Mark tried to make two months ago, but had mistaken salt for sugar. Adding a cup of salt to any baked good is an extremely effective way to make anyone who tasted your best friend’s brownies experience a trip to the beach. Because they essentially just swallowed a mouthful of sand and ocean water. Because it’s salty as heck. Just like Mark was when you told him.

Speaking of your best friend, he’s currently puttering around in your kitchen doing god knows what. He knows better than to try another recipe and possibly blow up your number one moneymaker—your prized oven—in the process. Your heart nearly drops when your ears pick up the faint chopping sounds of a knife against your wooden cutting board. Is he going to try to temper chocolate again? He nearly burned through your entire stock of dark, milk, and white chocolate last time.

After much contemplation and deciding that you deserve a good procrastination break and a fully intact kitchen, you’re about to go out and see what he’s up to when Mark timidly appears in your doorway, clutching onto a white bowl of watermelon cubes with a fork tucked neatly in it. He shuffles in, dropping the snack on your desk before turning to walk out without a word, not wanting to disturb your work mode. 

Your heart warms up at the sight, and you speak up, a small smile slipping into your face. “What’s this for?”

“Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.” He pauses in the doorway and adds on sheepishly, “And I can't cook anything, so this is what you get.”

Your heart swells tenfold, and your smile widens even more as you spear a piece of fruit with the fork and quickly pop it into your mouth. “Thanks, Marky.”

His cheeks flush with a pretty shade of carmine, and he fails to suppress the little giddy smile that appears on his face at your nickname for him. He walks out of your office, reddened cheeks still rising up higher than ever. “Y-Yeah, of course. No problem.”

By the time you finish adding the final few touches to your edited video, the bowl of watermelon has been picked clean. You save your video and transfer both of your completed projects to your phone, making a mental note to schedule their uploads and add them to your account’s posting queue later. Shoving your phone in the pocket of your sweats after ensuring the successful transfer of your videos, you pick up the empty dish and walk out towards the kitchen, the silver fork clinking against the side of the bowl with every step.

As you wash the dish and utensil, Mark wanders over from his spot on the couch, leaning forward and casually placing his chin on your shoulder. Almost instantaneously, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you briefly fantasize about your best friend wrapping his arms around your waist and how domestic and sweet the two of you would look, like one of those cheesy couples the two of you always made fun of.

“What’s up?” you ask, making a conscious effort to hold your voice steady and not waver over the fact that Mark is basically draped over you. After you place the dish on the drying rack, you turn around to face your best friend, sorely miscalculating the distance as mere inches separate your face from his now.

“I—” Puberty decides to make an ugly appearance in the form of an ill timed voice crack, and he internally curses as he takes a step back, willing the incoming blush to go away. Letting out a small cough, he tries again, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I, um, Jisung sent me some kind of dance video. He said it’s a challenge? I kinda don’t know what to do with it? Like do I make a new dance, record myself, and send it back? Actually, isn't it easier to just do a dance battle face to face?”

“Can I see the video?” You already have a good idea on what the video will be, but you want to confirm it. Mark fumbles with his phone, pulling up the video in his text messages. He angles the phone towards you for you to see, and you grab his hand, bringing the device a little closer to you for a better look and clicking play.

“Oh, it’s a Tiktok challenge! He’s doing the Say So dance!” you exclaim, recognizing the song almost immediately as your eyes follow the fluid dance moves, completely enthralled. “So a challenge isn’t going up against someone, like a battle. It’s just some kind of trend or concept that you try to copy yourself. You’re supposed to learn the same dance and record yourself for this one. I can show you some other challenges and help you practice and record this one tomorrow if you wanna drop by after work!”

“O-Oh, okay, sounds good.” Mark stumbles over his words, attempting to focus on what you’re saying and the dance Jisung is doing, but all he can think about is the way your body is pressed against his side, hand comfortably wrapped around his. He freezes up as the tips of his ears grow redder and redder with every passing second, and his face sports a similar color. He silently prays for the telltale crimson to go away by the time the dance is over.

When the video ends, you once again realize the close proximity between you and your best friend. Your face burns at this revelation, and you awkwardly take a step back. Clearing your throat, you hastily release Mark’s hand (He inaudibly lets out the breath he’s been holding in this entire time, yet he also already misses the way your hand felt grasping his).

“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna make a latte. Do you want a drink, too?” You walk towards the other side of your kitchen with Mark trailing behind you. You take out a floral, peachy colored mug from your cupboards before pausing and looking at your best friend. “Wait, do you remember how to use a Keurig?”

“Yes!” He says, slightly exasperated as he picks out his own cup from your cabinet. He always uses the same one—a cerulean blue mug with squiggles all over it—and all of your friends and guests know not to use it because it’s unofficially officially Mark’s mug (And perhaps, you did indeed buy it from that overpriced kitschy tableware shop down the street two years ago with your best friend in mind).

“Really?” You select the latte option and press start after you had already positioned the mug beneath the spout and inserted a green tea matcha pod. He finally relents, shoulders sagging and a defeated expression on his face.

“... No.”

You chuckle, taking the mug from him and carefully putting it on the counter. You grab the espresso pod you know he likes from the drawer below and place it next to the cup. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you again.”

Mark tries. He really does. He tries very hard to concentrate on memorizing the simple process, but he keeps getting distracted. His eyes are focused on the correct button to push before they start to trail up to your fingertips. And then, they go from your hand to your arm, then up to the elegant curve of your neck, and finally, to the way your lashes frame your pretty eyes and how the tip of your tongue sticks out slightly as you concentrate until all he can focus on is you, you, you.

Suddenly, in what feels like a blink of an eye, you’re done and handing him his finished drink, complete with a perfectly whipped milk foam on top. You ask him if he knows how to make it now, and all he can do is lie and nod with a barely convincing smile.

After all, how can Mark tell his best friend that the reason he never remembers is because you’re the biggest distraction?

Mark should be here in five minutes, according to his most recent text message. And in the text message below that, your friend had sent you a challenge. More specifically, it’s the one she completed with Donghyuck a few weeks ago. When you said you wanted bold suggestions on how to figure out if your best friend feels the same way about you as you do about him, you didn’t want one this bold. 

Yet, the video link to your friend’s “today I kissed my best friend” challenge along with a winky face from her is staring mockingly at you. While you aren’t one to back down from a challenge, the mere thought of kissing your best friend causes vast colonies of butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your ears to feel as if they have caught on fire. You’re already tongue tied with your head in the clouds, and he isn’t even here yet. How utterly fantastic.

However, your mother definitely did not raise a quitter, so you spring into action when you hear the faint jingling of a key being inserted into your apartment’s door (You had given Mark a copy of your key almost immediately after you had moved in). You move the pretty indoor fern given to you by Jaemin as a housewarming gift last year closer to the edge of your towering bookcase, leaning your phone against it. You quickly position the device to capture a good view of the couch area in your living room and press the record button, arranging a few of the leaves to hide as much of your phone as you possibly can without obstructing the lens.

You run full speed to your bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you’re safely inside and hear Mark finally unlocking the door successfully and shuffling in. When he calls out to you, you try to even out your breathing, walking out of your room with your tripod and laptop in hand.

“Hey,” you greet him in the most casual tone you can muster. You place the tripod down and sit before opening your laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “I thought we could watch a few challenges for fun before trying the Say So one. Have you watched Jisung’s videos before?”

“Um, well, no, not really,” he confesses sheepishly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, leg pressing against yours. He squints at the YouTube video you pulled up earlier before he had arrived, reading the title before clicking the space button to start it. “Savage Tiktok dance compilation part two?”

“Wait, hold up.” You pause the video and then turn to face him with an incredulous expression on your face. “You’ve never watched any of Jisung’s dance Tiktoks?”

“No… I don’t even have an account.” His cheeks are dusted with the lightest shade of pink as he quietly admits, “I watch all of yours though.”

Your eyes widen at his confession, face heating up as you stammer out, “O-Oh, well, I can help you make an account later to upload your video.”

“Sounds good.” There’s a few seconds of silence as you mull over his previous words before he speaks up again awkwardly, “Should I, uh, play the video?”

“Oh! Yes, right! Of course, hit play,” you laugh nervously, twisting and playing with the hair tie around your wrist. He starts the video again, and the two of you watch the compilation, slowly relaxing once more as you tap your fingers to the rhythm of the song and he bobs his head to the beat.

“Do I have to change outfits like that?” he questions a few minutes later, eyes growing round as he sees the girl on the screen switch between four different outfits throughout the dance. His closet basically consists of the same five black shirts that he stole from Jaehyun. Even if he did do an outfit swap, there would literally be no difference at all.

“You don’t have to,” you assure him, clicking the enter key to play the next video that’s recommended: another Tiktok dance challenge compilation. “All you have to do is copy the dance.”

Mark nods, taking a glance at the laptop screen before his hand shoots out and he pauses the video, leaning forward to take a closer look at the little recommended video title banner at the top. “Wait! What’s that one?”

He clicks on it, the new video now loading up. The two of you wait patiently for it to begin, waiting for the spinning disc to stop. But it doesn’t. In fact, the whole chrome page goes blank and then, the little pixelated Google Chrome dinosaur pops up on your monitor, announcing that you have no internet connection. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to reload the page before trying to re-establish your laptop connection to your wifi. Unfortunately, you cannot find your appropriately named “drop it like it’s hotspot” wifi anywhere to connect to.

And that’s when it hits you. Your landlord had sent out a notice to the entire apartment complex last week about the electricity being powered down today from 4 to 6 p.m. for a maintenance check, and a quick glance at the digital clock on your laptop shows that it’s a little past four.

You groan, closing your laptop and flopping back against the couch cushions dramatically. Mark cocks his head, slightly confused, before he pokes you in the arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I completely forgot about the scheduled electricity shutdown for the entire building. We won’t have any wifi for the next two hours.” You pout, your bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, and Mark doesn’t think it’s fair that you get to be this cute and have this much of an effect on his racing heart rate.

“That’s okay, we can… play some board games?” he suggests offhandedly, pushing away the embarrassing thought and nudging your leg with his, and you smile before a sudden idea occurs to you. 

“Or we can still do some Tiktok challenges! What was the challenge you clicked on?” You quickly sit upright, turning to face your best friend, eyes sparkling in excitement. “I memorized a few of the dance ones already! Was it Renegade? I can teach you that one. Jisung showed me how to do it.”

“Um,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His eyes dart everywhere, except you, as he lets out a feigned cough. “It wasn’t a dance one. It was about, uh, going up to your boyfriend… and um, hugging him... when he’s playing video games.”

“Oh.” You answer lamely, not knowing what to say. You unsuccessfully try to push away the image of you attempting that challenge with your best friend. “Those are really cute.”

“Really?” He says doubtfully, wrinkling his eyebrows and fiddling with the frayed sleeve of his sweater. “Wouldn’t the dude get mad?”

You don’t know what suddenly possessed you to do this (you’ll have to ask Renjun and his paranormal loving ass later), but you thank whatever demon did for that split second because you find yourself gently grabbing Mark’s arm and slipping your head underneath it. You swing one leg over his lap and settle down until you’re securely sitting in his lap, bent legs on either side of his hips, hands curled around the soft fabric of his sweater on both sides and resting on top of your thighs. His arms instinctively go around your waist, wrapping around you securely.

You tilt your head to the side slightly, studying the flustered boy in front of you with a teasing, albeit a little anxious, smile on your lips. “Are you feeling mad?”

Splotches of red litter his cheeks and decorate the tips of his ears, but your best friend furiously shakes his head at your question, bashfully ducking his head afterwards and muttering a soft “No.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding erratically in your chest as you timidly ask, “Would you be mad if I do this?”

Mark looks up at that, confusion written all over his face. His arms start to loosen around your figure, hands now resting on your waist. “If you do what?”

You take a deep breath. “This.”

You lean in and gently press your lips against his. Mark freezes in shock, and you quickly retreat soon after, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as you wait anxiously for his reaction. Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your chest and be buried six feet under.

A tiny noise of surprise belatedly escapes from him and crimson spreads across his cheeks like wildfire. His doe eyes are wide and sparkling, staring at you in bewilderment. Your best friend lets out a small laugh of disbelief before a full blown smile breaks out across his face. He gazes at you adoringly, breathing out softly, “I’m not mad at that.”

You perk up at that, draping your arms around his neck as you lean forward, beaming. “Really? You’re not?”

“Definitely not.”

This time, Mark meets you halfway, his lips slotting against yours perfectly and making you feel tingles up and down your spine. Your eyes are closed, and you are so hyper aware of the way his hands grip your hips, how he tugs you closer, and how his lips chase after yours. The number of butterflies from earlier multiply in your stomach, and you have ascended past cloud nine by now.

When the two of you break apart, your eyes flutter open, and you nudge your nose against his affectionately. The brightest grin blooms on his face once again, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his little giggles and hiding the awfully vibrant cerise that rapidly blossoms on his face.

“Is this a good time to tell you congrats for completing your first challenge?” you say, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You pull away when he lifts his head up, surprised.

“I wasn’t playing video games though,” he says slowly, processing your words and thinking back to the challenge that started this all.

“It was a different challenge. It’s the one that Hyuck did a few weeks ago,” you confess, and realization dawns on him, his face lighting up for a split second before a look of horror takes over.

“Oh, no. Is that why you had your phone recording on the bookshelf?” Mark asks, dread beginning to cloud his mind.

“Yes…” you say slowly, a little perplexed. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god, I ruined your video,” he moans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “I saw your phone when I walked in and thought you were filming earlier and forgot to turn it off, so I turned it off for you.”

When the words finally register in your mind, you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of your throat, and he raises his head up to look at you with wide doe eyes at the pretty sound. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

You can’t stop laughing at the situation, and he looks at you worriedly, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly. You force yourself to calm down, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you beam at him, leaning in and placing the softest kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay, Mark. I’m not mad. That video wasn’t important anyway.”

“But still,” he whines before letting out a groan and slapping his hand against his forehead when the realization sinks in even further. “I’m such an idiot.”

“But you’re my idiot now, right?” you say teasingly, albeit a little shyly as well, as you reach over to tug his hand away from his face and lace your fingers with his.

“I mean, I kinda thought I was always your idiot,” Mark laughs softly and a little embarrassedly, eyes averted and cheeks turning pinker than ever. The largest grin spreads across your face at that, and you turn away slightly to hide it. You didn’t think your best friend can possibly be any more endearing, but he manages to prove you wrong every time.

“Well, then now you can add ‘Y/N’s boyfriend’ to your resume,” you say, and he fails to suppress the pleased smile appearing on his face at your remark, his rosy cheeks rising even taller than skyscrapers.

“So, uh, what sort of job description does that have?” He gazes at your intertwined hands in wonder, still completely giddy at the reality of you being his best friend and something more.

“Sharing hoodies, giving me attention, kissing, holding my hand, going on dates, you know, the basics,” you answer, squeezing his hand tenderly, and his doe eyes instantly light up. Mark feels a little bolder than before, and it shows when he grins widely and says:

“Can we do number three again?”

“Yes, we can, Eggy Boi.”

He wrinkles his nose at the name, disgruntled and unimpressed, as he crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. You let out a laugh before leaning in and crashing your lips against his. He immediately relents at that, enthusiastically responding and hugging you closer to him, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as you feel his own smile appear as well.

At that moment, you decide that you want to change Mark’s personal brand. Because his should be “absolutely wonderful, positively amazing, a cute kisser, your boyfriend, and your bestest friend.” And yes, that is most definitely more than the allotted three words, but again, who’s really counting?

Certainly not you when you’re too preoccupied with kissing your best friend. Correction: best friend and new boyfriend.

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moominjun commented:

so you’re saying the reason why we didn’t get the highly anticipated best friend challenge video is because @ marklyrawr turned the camera off?

donutkillmyvibe replied: yes 😔 I’m sorry to disappoint everyone 🤧

nanaislove replied: omg no bby it’s ok 🥺🥺💞💓💓💝💗 you didn’t have to make an apology video for that 🥺💗💓💘💖

goofys.chuckle replied: yeah it’s mark’s fault. he’s the disappointment here 🥴

morklyrawr replied: hahahahaha stfu hyuck

tytrack commented:

mark is going through puberty. I apologize

dobunny replied: @.@

goofys.chuckle commented:

are we getting whip(ped)lash pt 2 by eggy boi?

morklyrawr replied: YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THAT NAME?????

goofys.chuckle replied: uh gotta blast 🚀

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle does this mean you’re staying over again?

goofys.chuckle replied: @ showmethemonet yes if you want your super cute, mega talented, very handsome boyfriend to still be alive 🥺

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle oh my god I didn’t know I was dating bts jin???

moominjun replied: LMFAOOOOO

goofys.chuckle replied: heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♂️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 i think it’s best 👍🏻 I put my heart ❤️ on ice 🧊

jenojam commented:

why am I not surprised……

itsmebetch replied: just mark thingz 🍉

suhprisemf commented:

mark your head looks flat af

jungjaeprince replied: 😂😂😂

10vely replied: @ jungjaeprince be quiet don’t cry

letswonwon commented:

whoop whoop

junguwu commented:

OMG CONGRATS ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP SWEETIE 😍😍

takoyaki_prince commented:

MARK!!!!! you look handsome !! 😘

jisungpwark commented:

rip to @ donutkillmyvibe ’s future videos that mark will ruin. press f in the chat to pay respects 🙏🏻

bigheadking replied: F ✊🏻😔

peachyangel replied: f 🥺🥺

yoitslucas replied: F 🤪🤪🤪 but glad you’re happy, man ❤️

donutkillmyvibe replied: F 💔

morklyrawr replied: @ donutkillmyvibe wtf babe????

officialgordonramsay commented:

didn’t i tell you to get back on tinder ?

apado_god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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