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pinkifiedbows · 3 months

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Feel something.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠!: blackfem reader. eren calls reader: baby, mama. Reader calls him daddy, rennie/ren etc. creampie! Hair pulling, daddy kink. Eren refers to readers pussy as “her”! Riding, and doggystyle….and maybe some misspelling which I apologize for! I think that’s it!!

You swore to yourself never again. That you would never again sleep with the man that provided you with your weed. But in this moment, with the smoke in the air, the way both of your chests floated with each breath, the way he looked at you with his lips parted as he took another drag at the blunt. It made you feel so needy, you needed him.

“You good mama?” He said passing the blunt to you. His bushy eyebrows furrowed when you shook your head and declined the blunt.

“whatchu need baby?” He asked placing the blunt in the ashtray that sat on the nightstand beside your bed, and gave you his full attention once again.

“You. Make me feel something ren.” You said as you looked him in his eyes and made your way closer to him on the couch. Your facial expression brightened as you watched him spread his legs open and pat his lap, you smiled at him watching you straddle his strong thighs.

“You’re in charge mama, use me.” He said as he tied back his hair in a messy bun and smirked at you. As soon as you smashed your lips on his, Eren’s strong veiny hands made their way to grip and hold your ass. The kiss you two shared was so passionate. Eren’s grip on your ass tightened once you gave his tongue access to explore your mouth. You let out soft moans as your hands gripped the leftover hairs on his neck.

“Mmmhpf ren.” You let out once you two pulled away. Eren’s hand made its way to your dripping cunt. “Damn baby, you’re already so wet.” Eren said as he smirked feeling your wetness drip down his wrist. You frowned at his teasing and tugged on his waistband.

“Undress f’me Rennie.” You said as you moved off his pelvis and sat to the side of him to remove your clothing. Once you both were naked, Eren pulled you back on top of him, and watched you with lazy eyes as you stroked and spit on his needy cock.

You placed your delicate hands on his abs to hold yourself up as you lowered yourself on his dick. “Ouuu baby!” You moaned, feeling his huge cock stretch you out, it was like you could feel his tip kiss and touch everything, just as well as every vein.

“Fuck mama! That’s it.” Eren groaned out once you started moving up and down on his dick. His eyes were shut tight as he threw his head back, your pussy was so tight it felt like you were choking his dick, trying to drain him for all he’s got.

“Mmmhm eren! s’good daddy.” You cried out to him, leaving sex marks on the pale area of his neck. You were salivating at the feeling of his big dick running through your insides. You left out a squeak the second you felt him grip your hips and place you on your stomach.

“Arch f’daddy baby.” Eren said watching you, rubbing his leaky red tip. A smile formed on his pretty face as you did what you were told.

“Good fucking girl.” Eren praised as he circled his tip around your needy hole before slamming inside. Your eyes widened and rolled to the back of your head, it felt like he was in your throat. It felt so good, it was almost suffocating.

“Ouu! Erennn!” You screamed out his name, almost out of breath with each fast thrust.

“I know mama I know. Fuck! Who’s pussy is this baby? Hmm?” Eren moaned out as he led his left hand to grip onto your hair, leaving his right hand to guide and grip your hips into nothing but submission. He slightly pulled back on your hair and slapped your ass, when his question was answered with nothing but whimpers. “Answer daddy mama.”

“Y-yours Eren! It’s all yours baby please. Oh fuck!” You whimpered, tears streaming down your beautiful face as you felt your stomach knotting and that familiar warm feeling on your pelvis. You could tell Eren was close too, you could tell just from the way his grip on you tightened, like he needed something to keep him up straight or else he’d fall, weakened from all the pleasure you were giving him.

And Eren wasn’t stupid, he read your body like a book. Reading your signs, until you’d climax on his pretty cock. “Come on baby. Let go f’me, I know you want to.” He said moving his hand down to play with your swollen bud. “Listen to her talk to me baby.” He whimpered at the sounds of your wet pussy squelching from his strokes and his fingers.

“Mmhmm!! Ren! Im cumming!” You screamed as you creamed all over his dick. Before you could come down from your high, you felt Eren painting your walls completely white with his heavy load.

#eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader #x black reader #black reader #aot x black reader #plug eren #aot x black y/n #anime x black!reader #first fic!#inbox open #eren smut #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x reader #black reader smut #aot smut

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blnktkck · 1 year

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remind me

pairing: mingyu x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of food

first ever fic! my man needs to calm down with all these bf pics cause it’s actually driving me insane

being an art student is not easy. from the intensive workload to having to satisfy your inner perfectionist, you’re bound to be tired, and today was one of those days. you made it to the comfort of your home and decided to take a long shower to organise your thoughts while also reviewing your day, silently giving a pat to yourself for making it through the day. you were so out of it that you didn’t notice the sound of the door to your bedroom clicking, and also the footsteps waddling in.

“hey babe! i got this claw clip that i think you’d li- oh jesus, how long have you been in the shower?” the familiar husky voice brought you back to reality and it made you notice that you’ve been stuck in the shower for a good half an hour, your fingertips getting all wrinkly. you look around, and you see that the bathroom is clouded from the vapour of your hot shower. your vision brings you to the door, and you see a tall figure leaning against the doorframe. it was your boyfriend, mingyu staring at you with the purest look of admiration you’ve ever seen.

it’s hard to not notice him when he’s in the midst of the crowds. he’s tall, has a gorgeous honey like skin accompanied by his gorgeous husky voice- you were down bad, heck, you’re so smitten by him that he finds it adorable that you still get nervous with him despite being together for 2 years. you often wonder how you must’ve saved a whole nation in your past life to deserve a partner like him.

“c’mon, let’s get you out of this hellhole. i don’t want my precious darling to look like a wrinkly raisin before we turn gray,” he smiles as he grabs a large towel to wrap it around your body, letting the soft material hug you while mingyu attempts to dry you. you whine at the loss of heat from the hot water, but all mingyu does is flash his toothy grin at you and gives a quick peck on your forehead, making all of your frustrations disappear.

it was almost 7pm and you were starving. mingyu had to take an urgent phone call, so you had to take over kitchen duty momentarily. he knew you were tired so he opted for takeout, but you were craving a homecooked meal that is warm and hearty. you start preparing the ingredients to make soup noodles, a dish that your mom makes whenever she drops by you and mingyu’s place to check up on you guys. luckily, the recipe was pretty simple, so you made yourself busy by preparing dinner to fill in the absence of mingyu.

you were focused on preparing the soup until you felt a strong and sturdy pair of arms wrap around your waist. “have i told you that i love you so much?” he murmurs into your neck, peppering kisses in between his sentence. “you’re so dramatic, gyu. your mother really wasn’t joking when she told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, huh?” you giggled. you could feel the vibration coming from his chest as he let out a chuckle. your heart was swelling with so much adoration for this man.

“i mean, she’s partially right!” he gleamed, letting go of his grip from your waist to turn you around so that you’re facing him. he cups your cheeks, forcing you to make eye contact with his honey glazed eyes.

“it’s not only through the stomach, it’s because of you,” he wiggles his eyebrows, making you both burst out in laughter. “god, you’re so cheesy” you muttered while shaking your head, resuming to cooking dinner. mingyu was a little upset that you dismissed his pick-up line (which he was so proud of since he thought that it was a really smooth one) but helps you out in preparing dinner for you two anyways.

mingyu insists on setting up the table for dinner, and you let him. it was nice that he was willing to help you out without you even asking to, and you’re so thankful for him. as you brought out the dishes you both made, you notice that mingyu set up the cutleries a little differently today. rather than your usual seating, he placed both of your cutleries next to each other with only one chair to be seen. you shrugged it off, thinking that he was still in the process of setting things up.

“gyu! dinner’s ready! could you help me get an extra chair? there’s only one here,” you stood there, waiting for your boyfriend to answer. mingyu appeared, and you could see that mischevious glint in his eyes when he heard you bring up this minor ‘inconvenience’ at the dining table.

“you can sit on my lap.” he said it cockily, leaving you confused. of course, you don’t mind sitting on his lap, but having a meal while sitting on his lap might be uncomfortable, not to mention that sitting on his lap for such a long period of time could leave his thighs with pins and needles.

he sees you contemplating your choices, so he goes on to his next tactic: be super clingy. “please, bub?” he pouts, “just today, pretty please? i haven’t been seeing your pretty face lately cause you’ve been cooped up in your room working on assignments” he wraps his arms around yours. it feels like you’re trying to convince a toddler to head back home after playing in the park but they refuse to.

“alright, alright, whatever makes gyu happy, okay?” you both laugh as mingyu happily seats on the chair and invites you onto his lap almost immediately.

“guy, why aren’t you eating?” you question, noticing that mingyu has not touched the bowl of noodles in front of him. “is everything alright? did i burn the soup? maybe i -” he pecks your cheek. “it’s fine, darling. it’s just..” you raise your eyebrow, wondering what he’s gonna say next.

he continues, “you kinda broke my heart a little when you didn’t react to my pick-up line earlier” he muttered, pulling you closer to him, “and i think the only fair deal for you to make up for it is to feed me!” he gleams at you.

“you really went all out just to get back at me for this?” you chuckled, putting down your cutleries to cup his cheek as you looked at him. “yup,” he said, popping the p, “and i won’t be taking no as an answer” he smirked, leaving you two erupting in laughter at this silly moment.

“okay my prince, you had a really smooth pick-up line there just now. here comes your first bite! say ahh” you pretended to feed him like how you’d feed your toddler niece, and he willingly takes a bite and hums in satisfaction.

“did i tell you that you’re amazing?” mingyu said while pulling you closer to him to the point where you could feel the rapid moment of his heartbeat from his chest.

“maybe a few times, i guess. care to remind me?”

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chronicially-parker · 7 months

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gn autistic!reader x spencer reid hcs ☆

this is my first post on this blog so i hope you enjoy! please send asks i love responding and being able to utilise your amazing ideas! ♡

spencer absolutely loves to listen to you go on and on about your current special interest

he likes to read and memorise facts about your special interests to feel closer to you when hes away on a case

whether hes out on a case or just sees something in the shops, he always buys little gifts he thinks you'll like and loves seeing your face light up whenever he gives them to you

he adores you so much it causes him so much pain when he sees you upset or overwhelmed

"hey baby, its ok. where are your headphones?"

he is very autism coded himself so i think he'd understand how it feels and would immediately try and do whatever he can to help

if you like pressure or hugs he will never hesitate to pull you into a bear hug and just stay there for a while

hes definitely the type to press soft kisses on your forehead during one of those hugs and just let his lips linger for a bit

"what can i do to make it better?"

if you have any self-harming stims (like hitting your head) he will pull you into a tight hug so that you cant hurt yourself because youre the light of his life and he hates to see you hurt ♡

#spencer reid comfort #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #spencer reid scenario #autistic!reader #Autistic!Reader #autistic!reader x spencer reid #actually autistic #autistic writer #adhd #adhd writer #first fic!

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parkjayist · 2 months

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enchanted (pjs) ONESHOT

sum you're not quite enjoying prom the way you wanted to, luckily someone else feels the same way.

paring park jongseong x f!reader

genre a bit of angst , fluff , classmates to something more? , one shot

an sorry i took so long! school was killing me D:

wc 1.4k

" all i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. "

you were genuinely excited for prom this year.

it was your last one before graduating. in your last year of highschool, everything felt more sentimental, more special. during the first football game of the school year, you broke down in tears. your friends stared at you as if you were an alien, one of them secretly snapping a picture of you to tease you later. you weren’t crying because of the game, but rather realizing you wouldn’t be able to gossip with your friends on the bleachers or pretend to cheer when the team scored a goal. these tiny things that you didn’t care for before became part of you as you went into 12th grade. this is why, even if you dreaded prom before, you were going to enjoy your last one no matter what happened.

… which you didn’t do.

nothing bad was happening at prom, in fact, it was going extremely well. your friends told you that you looked beautiful, and you felt beautiful too. but something was missing. one hour in, and you felt absolutely drained. everytime someone you knew approached you, you put on a fake smile, but in reality you really wanted to run out of the doors and reach for comfort in your bed.

“are you sure you don’t wanna dance with us?” your friend asked, eyes slightly furrowed with concern.

“yes, i’m fine. go have fun, i’ll watch you guys. it’s entertaining seeing you guys act like fools on the dance floor,” you joked, even though your voice sounded extremely strained.

your friend sighed and walked to join her other friends, and you slouched back on your seat, silently observing them. you were quite disappointed that your prom didn’t end up the way you wanted it to. you wanted to have fun and talk with your friends, but you both physically and mentally couldn’t handle that. you slowly sipped your lemonade, starting to zone out.

“hey, you alright?” a voice asked you.

you yelped in surprise, almost spilling your drink. to your left sits your classmate, park jongseong. your eyes widened in surprise. what in the world was jongseong doing here, sitting next to me?

it wasn’t like you guys were complete strangers, but you guys were definitely not friends. more like acquaintances, that probably only interacted 3 times the entire 4 years in highschool. he was in at least one of your classes every year, but you guys never talked to each other. he wasn’t extremely popular by any means, but he was well known. jongseong was hard-working and kind. he was also known to be extremely fun to be around if you were even lucky to be his friend. he kept his circle small, barely paying mind to anyone else around him. he probably doesn’t even know you, you think.

so why was he sitting next to you, when he should have been with his friends, enjoying prom?

“hellooo …? earth to (____)?” jongseong playfully waved a hand in front of your face, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts.

“o.. oh! um, sorry,” you laughed nervously. “i’m okay, i just don’t really have fun at social events.”

jongseong nodded, listening intently to your words. he leaned forward in his chair, arms resting on his lap. he had a certain glint in his eyes– something you immediately noticed when you took the time to look at his face.

“don’t worry, me neither,” he smiled. “hey– do you want to get out of here?”

you blinked at him. “umm … where would we go?”

“we could go to 7/11. it isn’t too far from here, probably like a five-minute walk,” he suggested.

you looked at your friends giggling loudly and dancing to their hearts' content. you looked back at jongseong, who was waiting for a response.

“sure, why not,” you said with a small smile.

the boy reciprocated the smile, immediately getting up and adjusting his shirt. he motioned for you to follow him as you both “sneakily” left the event. he held the door open for you, and you beamed at him as a silent thank you. the cool spring air hit your face as you let out a small sigh of relief. you didn’t know how suffocating prom had been until you left that room. you both walked silently, shoulders brushing every now and then. it was a comfortable silence, which you appreciated as you didn’t have much energy to talk. you shortly spotted the blinding lights of the 7/11, and you both entered, greeting the cashier with a quiet hello.

“so … what did you want to get?” you asked jongseong.

the boy thought for a bit before giving you a grin, “how about we eat that ramen you always ate when you came here?”

your eyes widened. “how– what — were you stalking me?”

that cheesy grin immediately dissipated with your accusation, now replaced with rosy cheeks and wide eyes that matched yours.

“n.. no! i come here like almost every day, and by chance, you were here when i came by a couple of times,” he hurriedly explained himself.

you both stared at each other before you broke into loud laughter, gathering attention from the cashier and some people around you. jongseong looked at you incredulously, letting out a few chuckles with you.

“sorry …” you wiped tears that formed after your incessant laughter. “you just looked so adorable when you were trying to explain yourself. i know you’re not a stalker, don’t worry,” you giggled, patting him on the shoulder before walking away to find the ramen brand.

jongseong stood there for a minute, his cheeks as red as a strawberry. he placed a hand over where you touched him, giggling quietly to himself. he quickly found you again in the ramen section, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you.

park jongseong was a boy of simplicity – he preferred straightforwardness and authenticity. he had never thought of love, but whenever he did, he wanted it to be slow, calm, and peaceful. he wanted to take his lover out on 7/11 dates, expensive dates, spontaneous dates … everything. however, he slowly realized in his high school years that it might be impossible to find love, as everyone was too focused on themselves.

but as you searched for your ramen pack, he started to think of love again. except in his imagination, his lover was not some blank, faceless void – it was you. he was imagining you as his lover. he was shocked, not appalled, but surprised. this was your first true interaction with him, and he was already thinking of you as his lover … what had you done to him?

you stood up abruptly, and jongseong came back to reality.

“you got it?” he softly asked.

you nodded, and he followed you to the cashier. you took out your phone case to get the $10 bill from your phone case, but he stopped you, paying with his credit card. you shyly thanked him as you both stared into space while waiting for his card to register.

“thank you so much,” the cashier handed you the receipt. “by the way– what’s the special occasion? you guys look oddly fancy for a 7/11 date,” the cashier asked with a curious grin on their face.

“oh– we aren’t da–” you started to speak up, before the boy behind you interrupted.

“we were at prom … and we just wanted to spend some time together,” jongseong said, looking down at you with a cheesy grin.

the cashier smiled and said something about young love, which left you both flustered. you quickly went to heat up the ramen, and you both decided to eat outside on the benches, agreeing that the cool night air would be refreshing. you blew on your ramen, quietly slurping the first strands. your eyes twinkled with happiness, savoring the delicious flavor of the noodles. jongseong looked at you, a small smile playing at his lips.

there was no excuse, he was enchanted by you. your style, the way you cry when you laugh, your quiet charisma, your intelligence – everything about you was so … loveable. he just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“jongseong!” you looked at him, your mouth stuffed with ramen. “eat!”

the boy giggles at your cute face, almost resembling a chipmunk. he starts eating his ramen, occasionally stealing not-so subtle glances at you.

despite prom not going the way you or jongseong wanted, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this impromptu escape. with each bite of ramen and each joke shared, the disappointment of prom seemed to be completely forgotten. and as you catched jongseong stealing glances at you, a weird warmth spread through your chest, knowing that perhaps, in the midst of a disappointing social night, you found something unexpectedly sweet – the enchanting park jongseong.

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klericofkhaos · 7 months

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Scars - Reiko x Havik drabble thing

(a/n): we all collectively agreed in the discord that reiko and havik are gnc and doesn't mind any gendered petnames. very rushed and ooc but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

cw: discussion of scars and abuse. mainly fluff!

Reiko presses feather-light kisses to the scars that riddle Havik's back - he traces his fingers in an act of...he can't quite put his finger on it, but it's a loving sort of feeling.

"Is something bothering you, my princess?", Havik muses as he senses Reiko's concern.

"Nothing at all, pretty. I'm simply admiring your ever-lasting resilience...", he presses a kiss to Havik's toned shoulder, a particularly nasty scar gracing his forearms.

Reiko's scars were from the throes of war, a playing field where he and the enemy had a nigh-equal playing field - and if he didn't, he could at least fight back. Havik's scars...he had no chance to fight back. Thrown into an inescapable war, finding himself trapped in something he thought inescapable. He could not fight his unjust harbingers of suffering, yet he still persevered - his suffering brought forth his insatiable desire for revolution. Havik thought to himself - Hotaru and his ilk would rue the day they ever step foot into Seido.

But his craving for vengeance -- for chaos -- had temporarily been subsided. He'd come into touch with a semblance of serenity as his lover kissed and caressed his worn and scarred body.

"Beautiful...." Reiko murmurs, pressing a kiss to a scar on Havik's back. He wore those scars with equal parts pride and shame - they were a sign of his resilience, yet a painful reminder of the suffering he'd gone through; more often than not, Havik felt hideous, especially now that his face had been horribly burnt. He dared not heal it, not just yet - he'd come so close to achieving his dreams of chaos, and his mangled face would be the face of his blessed anarchy.

Reiko cares not about how Havik looks - he'd always be so stunning to him. Reiko presses a light kiss to Havik's face, unbothered by the lack of tangible lips - the cleric reciprocates, gently nuzzling into Reiko's touch.

"Princess...", Havik says under his breath.

"Yes, sweetheart?", Reiko presses another kiss to Havik's face.

"My heart is all yours...no-one else's...", Havik sighs and nuzzles into his lover's neck. Reiko chuckles,

"Such a roundabout way to tell me you love me, pretty."

Havik laughs, and the two whisper their 'I love yous' in the dark.

Time seems to stand still as the two embrace and kiss in the warmth of their chambers. For now, revolution and vengeance seemed but an afterthought to Havik - he was blissful to simply be near Reiko. They would fall asleep that night, cradled in each other's arms.

#mortal kombat #havik #mk reiko #reiko #reivik #bloodreignshipping #mortal kombat headcanons #first fic!#kleric.str

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youfoundme-not · 11 months

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Over 💜

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chan x female reader. (Idol AU, Ninth member)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Y/N is an Idol who decided to take a hiatus. Does Chan try to stop?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Friends to lovers? Confessing feelings, Fluff, childhood romance in a sense, a bit of angst (cause I'm a sucker for that)

You walk out of JYP office and breathe out. You did it, you're on hiatus, you're free. You now have time to travel the world, work on your music, and so much more. The stress of fans? Gone.

You hear a rush of chatter as stray kids come down the corridor.

"Y/n..." Chan's voice trails. "You didn't..."

You nod with a small smile and tears in your eyes. "I'm free" your voice breaks.

Tears form in their eyes as they all come to hug you. You don't know how to feel. You've been wanting to do this for a couple of months now, and here you are. The price? Losing the boys once again.

Was it worth it?

"I-I" Chan voice stutters.

"This isn't because I forgot to meet up with you that one time?" Seungmin cries.

"Guys" your voice cracks, "it wasn't you" you cry. "I just couldn't keep up"

It's true, these last few months have been horrible as rumours break out. And of course, these rumours came with haters.

More tears flow between all of you. Especially as you go back to the AirBnb to pack your stuff.

It's late at night and most of the boys have probably gone to bed.

"Let me take you out, my treat" Chan smiles at you, and you couldn't help yourself but nod along.

"Paris" Chan sighs as the two of you stroll through the park in front of the Eiffel Tower.

"I was never a fan of Paris" you chuckle, "it's really grey until you reach the main attractions"

Chan rolls his eyes as he takes your hand into his and runs. The two of you start giggling, chuckling, and smiling as these soon-to-be final moments arrive. He smiles at you as you look around in the air for a while, taking in the beautiful attraction of where he took you.

"What are you doing?" You chuckle as he hands you a lock.

"I want Paris to remember us" he smiles as the two of you walk to the iconic railing of none other than Lover's Bridge. You look down at the heart shape lock that's now on the bridge with 'Y/N + SKZ' sharpied on it.

"You know they'll take this down?" You chuckle a bit under your breath.

"It's the moment that matters" he responds with his dimples deepening in his face.

You turn around to face him as he takes a deep breath.

"I never thought you'd leave us" he laughs. "I hear a lot about you, from I.N, Hyunjin, Han, and so many more. We all love you, and to think of you leaving...it hurts" he says.

He laughs looking at the floor and then back up to the scenery "I remember our first 'date' still" he says avoiding eye contact. "The skatepark"

"You remember?" You mutter.

He looks at you wide eyed. "Of course I remembered. It was during my 'I am you' era" he laughs.

"Or your blonde hair era" you chuckle.

"I thought you didn't remember it. Every time the past got brought up, my first time working for Jype, and so on, you seemed to have no recollection" you acknowledge.

"I didn't mean to come out that way. I just, I thought it was best to forget, I didn't think you wanted to remember me" he mumbles.

"Chan..." you sigh walking towards him, "of course I want to remember you guys." "I thought you didn't like me" you chuckle.

"Why would you think that?" He asks taken a bit aback, concern filling his eyes.

"Well, you disappeared during the date. I was left alone watching the sunset" you awkwardly laugh off.

"I didn't mean to leave you, I actually" he sighs "I had a gift that I wanted to give you and I forgot it" he mumbles rubbing his neck "I wanted to go get it" he mutters.

You looked at him doe eyed, "you had a gift?" You say feeling ashamed. He didn't leave you because he was bored, he left cause he wanted to get you something, because he wanted to do something for you.

"Yeah...but, what can we do?" He Smiles "when I came back you were making conversation with the boy next to you"

"Chan, I would always choose you over the rando next to me" you smile with sympathy.

"So this? This was just a massive misunderstanding?" He smiles holding onto your hands.

"Yeah" you nod trying not to get emotional. You try not to make your voice crack as you smile slightly.

"Why'd you have to leave now?" He whinges, "this-" he breathes.

"We didn't know back then, there's no point in dwelling," you say resting your forehead against his.

He wraps his hands around your waist, "can I never let go?"

You do a small chuckle followed by a condescending smile at him. You look up at him as his lips lean in to make contact with yours. You were both hungry for a taste of the other but each kiss was soft as if you'd rather admire the moment. Why'd you have to leave now? It was impossible to cry when the guy you were longing for has his hands wrapped around you.

"Please, stay for the night" he whispers against your lips going for more and more soft kisses. He's dreamt about this and admittedly, so have you. His hands travelled through your figure. You could feel his body shakes as he tears up once more.

"Chan" you stop, looking into his teary red eyes. He avoided eye contact with you which made your heart yearn as you bring your hands up to his cheeks.

He holds you tightly "I need to-" he stops. "I need to have you with me" he says.

"I'm sorry Channie" you cry.

There was something comforting about it. The two of you holding each other, wanting to kiss the other but knowing you'd cry knowing this was the last time. You knew how badly he wanted to kiss your lips again, he wanted to savour your taste.

"I've heard all the boys confessed to me about you, I never knew how right they were" he breathes.

"All of the boys love you" he chuckles. "I heard all about you from them and all the things you did that made them love you more. But I...I never had a story like all the boys. I was too ashamed to tell them about me wanting to forget our date, forget our time together, forget...you" he says as you move a hair from his face.

"So tell me Chan, when did you fall for me?" You ask smiling as the two of you swing gracefully.

He smiles looking at you. "Too many stories to count" he grins. "I was sensitive one day. the live? It wasn't going well, and you called me out of the room and hugged me" he smirks to himself reminiscing. "I think that's when I fell"

You remember that day clearly. You normally watch the boys live but when noticing Chan's eyes tear up when hate comments came in, you couldn't help but disrupt him. You wanted him to feel loved, calling him out of the room mid-live to hug him.

He leans down to kiss you once more, "please, delay the flight and stay with me" he breathes against your lips.

"I wish, but I can't lose this opportunity" you sigh "Once I stay, I know I'll never get myself back out, and as much as I may not want to..." You look back at him "I know I'll be back"

#first fic!#tell me if theres any errors #three am writing Fr #skz x reader #bang chan angst #skz #stray kids fanfic #Chan + Y/N #Friends to lovers #childhood romance #skz fluff #fluff #stray kids #Bang Chan fluff #Skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader

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ccasey0 · 20 days

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OKAY. I did it. @thr-333 i finally did it. i made your lil guy. AND i gave him lore.

but before i show you i want you to see the mass amounts of concept sketches i came up with cuz i couldnt figure this guy out for the life of me.

haha this went in so many different directions. i wanted him to look young, but any time i drew him like that he looked weird. so i tried a teenager. that just looked terrible. eventually i got it right tho :)

oke, lore time! i gave this boi trauma so brace yourselves! also, imma try to make it mostly as a fic cuz i wanna see if i can actually write like that. oh, btw for context go here :)

The altar was beautiful. A tiny hut with no front wall. a large cork board on the back wall with pretty charms hanging from it. and a solid stone table in the center with lavender growing around the edges and corners. it would have been a wonderful sight.....if it wasn't Tommy's final resting place. two large men in black robes and masks covering their faces ushered Tommy forward. His hands were bound, and he was too weak to get away. the men shoved him to his knees, their hands gripping his shoulders hard and mercilessly. the priest stood behind him, speaking out to the crowd. nobody seemed to care that Tommy was just a child who didn't want to be here. he knew he would die one day. but he expected it to be from starvation or some sort of sickness from living on the streets. not like this. not as a sacrifice for some stupid Moon God. The priest finished his speech. shit. Tommy struggled against the ropes. please. i don't want to die. let me go. i know i wasn't good. just please don't kill me. i wont do anything bad again. i promise. please. don't kill me. i don't want to die. tears ran down his face, as he tried to plead with the people all staring at him. words failed him. he couldn't speak. suddenly his whole body went numb with shock as the priest poured a bowl of freezing cold water over his head. the man chanted some words in a strange language as Tommy coughed and tried to reorient himself. he opened his eyes and looked up, trying to see the priests face and plead with him. all he saw was the dagger coming down on his head. the world went silent. time seemed to slow down as the blade reached the space between Tommy's wide, teared up eyes. blood splattered onto the stone floor below them. people cheered, all chanting the same words the priest had spoken. Tommy fell limp. he was dead. his body slumped and flopped onto the ground. the priest picked him up, raising his dead body up for everyone to see. he then laid him down on the altar. saying a prayer and then turning back to the people to preach to them again.

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the two stars frantically tried to tell their story to Casey. two farmer stars. Casey had no idea what either of them were trying to say, as they were both talking over each other. He raised up his hands, gesturing for the two to stop and back up. "okay, okay, slow down. uh, you." he pointed to the one on the right. "what happened?" the star began to recite what she had seen. a boy. dead on an altar built by an obsessive cult village. the small star finished her story and casey folded his arms. "well shit. both of you stay here. tell the others what happened and have Ally and May meet me at the Tree Shrine." There were a few stars that Casey knew the names of. but that's only because they usually followed him around everywhere they could. Casey then looked up at the small owl sitting on his head. he sighed, already dreading the convrsation he and his sister were going to have in the future. "go tell Dellta." the small owl, Abby, nodded slightly and flew away. Casey then held his hand out over the blackness under his feet. he was standing on the barrier between the Night and the Mortal World. a hole formed below him and he fell through, the other side leading to the woods surrounding the Cult Village. he looked around. it was dark out. Casey's time. the Nighttime. perfect. he walked through the forest, moss and mushrooms growing everywhere he stepped. it was cloudy tonight. the moon wasn't out. Casey moved quickly, just a blur through the trees to anyone who might see him. finally, he reached the altar. it was built up on a short cliff, and casey was at the bottom behind it. he jumped up to it, the wind blowing carrying him upward so he could land on top of the structure. he then hopped down to the stone floor below, drifting slowly until his feet reached the cold surface. he turned to see the boy. there he was, laying dead on the glossy stone table. a small incense fire had been lit on his chest and had already begun to burn him. Casey immediately brushed it off of the child, putting out the fire and dusting away the ashes. he stare down and the boy, whose face still had blood stains running down from between his eyes and splatters all over his skin. Casey brushed the hair away from his forehead. he then wiped off some of the blood with his thumb and pressed it to his forehead, painting the mark of the Night. Casey whispered the same words Celestial had spoken when they made Casey and Dellta spirits. the mark glowed and turned from blood to a permanent tattoo on the child. Casey then carefully lifted the boy up in his arms, holding him gently and making his way back to the spirit tree.

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The boy opened his eyes slightly. everything was blurry and way too bright, and he had a horrible ache in his head. his gaze drifted upward as he tried to figure out who was holding him. his vision was still too poor to see them clearly. whoever it was, they seemed gentle. and their hands were very cold. their figure was dark, although their eyes seemed to be glowing yellow. the child tried to speak, but he couldn't even open his mouth. all that came out was a muffled "mmmm....mfff..." The figure slowed down for a second, looking down at him. "ah. you're awake. don't worry, Konton. you're safe now." their voice was tired and draggy, yet somehow warm in a strange way. wait...Konton? is that....my name? Konton. I like it. Chaos in japanese. wait, how do i know that? i don't speak japanese? what is going on?? The boy- Konton squinted his eyes to look at the person holding him. fur, ears, four eyes. what the fuck?? his vision was ever so slowly coming back to him....and his memory. he hadn't even thought of trying to remember what happened until now. it came in flashes. the men. the altar. the water. the knife. He didn't even realize he was crying until the person stopped next to a tree and set him down. the knelt down, reaching forward and brushing a tear off Konton's cheek. "hey. you're okay. no one will hurt you now. but i need you to listen to me for a bit, can you do that?" Konton nodded, bracing himself for whatever this strange person had to say. judging by their face, it was going to be long story.

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To be continued..

Holy shit that took forever. Fics are very time consuming. hope you guys liked it tho! please tell me if ya'll want more of this! i know i should work some more on posting HBT, but the Spirit Au is just so much fun! this kid was originally just a lil guy i made for @thr-333, but i liked him enough to make him canon, just like the stars! also, @allyheart707 @kitmay05 and @icequeenabby have all been included in this as their stars! sorry to the other stars, i just felt like these guys would fit best for the roles i had for them.

also! i was doobling the other day and made this :D

onii mask cuz why not? it's not a canon mask, i was just messing around :) that side profile looks like shit lol. but if you look closely you can see the scar from the incense fire on his chest. Konton doesnt remember the fire since it happened while he was dead. although he remembers everything else about his life except for names. even his. he can remember faces, but no names whatsoever. not even pets.

there is a lot more story to this and i might even continue it if y'all are interested. i also have a funky lil comic cooking in the background that i definitely haven't been procrastinating all weekend haha why would you ever think that :D

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ohsunnyboy · 1 year

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all eyes on you | lee seunghwan ˚₊‧⁺˖

these low lights and your impossible heart, but nothing is more devastating than lee seunghwan's eyes

TAGS: college!au, fluffy, friends to lovers, gn!reader, y/n!reader, implied kiss, reader has anxious vibes bc my anxiety can somehow translate into writing.

A/N: lee seunghwan and his fucking eye contact actually has me weak in the knees. purely self-indulgent ramble writing.

WORDS: ~800

Everyone knows it's a certified death sentence to look Lee Seunghwan in the eyes.

People have fainted, devils have turned to the church, and even God considers coming back to humanity with one glance from the man. Every word you could say, he hangs onto like a lifeline. There's something dangerous in that: the pure attention of it, the raw focus he channels into his eye contact.

He sits pretty in the corner of this party, in the edges of your memory and in the crevices of your dreams. Dramatically, you want to say he haunts you. Haunts you with the full might of his stupid smile and his soft laugh. And those eyes.

These low lights and party noise and Him.

It seems wherever you go in this room, your eyes find him. You can't help but let your gaze linger as he laughs. But the way he stares though, is far from coincidental.

At first, you found it unnerving during group projects. You were never used to someone taking you so seriously and genuinely. His eye contact always so understanding and pure. But over time, you got used to it, and learned to open up to him and others. Even as time passed, and you both saw each other much less often, your feelings still remained.

Another flow of people ebbs into the room, and you stumble your way into friends and others. Here, lost in the crowd you can breathe, surely hidden away and far enough to let yourself enjoy Junhyeon's party and keep yourself away from thinking about someone far away.

Seunghwan's like that with everyone, is what some craven thing inside of you whines. Extroverts and their people skills! eye contact is their god given gift. Yet, nothing explains the flush on his cheeks when you talked or the way he lingered far longer than usual when he watched you.

"Y/n," a voice, far too close to your ear asks. "How's your night been?"

Two years’ worth of sitting next to him in lectures must pay off, and when you nearly jump five feet into the air, you don't slap Seunghwan across the face in surprise.

Seunghwan stares. With those eyes that have you by the neck and God, you just can't bare it. Instead, you look between his brows - you don't want to die by blushing just yet.

"How's your night been?" he asks again, louder and closer. Must be thinking that the music was too loud after you probably gaped at him like an idiot for a moment too long.

"Busy." Is all you can say with how his gaze draws across your face. He doesn't gaze down, here - it's you and him, leaning against the wall together while the party moves around you - you're eye to eye. Under these dim lights, nothing lights up like Seunghwan and his stare. Despite all these people, it's all eyes on you. All of Seunghwan just for you.

"Busy?" he says casually. Of course, he's not the one having this dilemma, and you're still refusing to look at him properly. "To me, it looks like you've been in your head the entire party."

“You’ve been watching me the entire party?” You scoff, but you know he’s lingered in your vision as well. "I've talked to someone," you huff instead. Eyes to his ears this time: adorable and pierced with silver charms. You bought him those on a study group session at the mall. He looks as cute in them now as he did then. Somewhere in your mind screams for you to reach out and touch.

And then he's closer, a breath away and now it's physically impossible to look away from him. A pout is so cutely etched across his face but so close you could count his lashes.

You must be horribly red now as Seunghwan leans close - aware or not of your blushing meltdown. "Who?" Look anywhere but his eyes! you mentally scream and keep your gaze instead on his stupidly kissable lips.

"You."

His pout turns to a smile. From how his eyes turn to crescents and you can almost feel the triumph in it.

There’s a momentous pause. These low lights and party noise and Him. Time, for you, stops as you take in the sight. Lee Seunghwan gorgeous and endearing, looking at you with pure love in his eyes is when you realise that these years of pining haven’t gone to waste.

"Hey," he murmurs, low and thick. Both the inevitable and the impossible is coming; a paradox in the making within a dimmed hallway at a drunk college party. "Look at me."

Your chin caught between his fingers - you can't not look away. Not when you've doomed yourself (and him) with one look in each other’s eyes.

Seunghwan breaks eye contact for the first time you've ever seen in your life, and his gaze travels to your lips.

When you do collide, you know then, certified death tastes sweeter than a life not ever knowing.

thanks for reading!! a like and a reblog would be wonderful if you enjoyed <3 ⭒ masterlist

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sagegreenfrogs · 6 months

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here u go my pookies<3

some people have been asking for the link to my Cynonari fic so here you go!!

it's canon-divergent, not an au.

I know it on wattpad and im sorry but once it's done, I'll publish it on Ao3!

chapters 1-4 are up, and this is my first fic so pls don't be too harsh <3

it is rated general, and no, I will not write NSFW or any sort of smut, I am a minor.

there's light cussing and MANY multifandom refrences along with other genshin ships that will be tagged below <3

#genshin impact #lgbtq #genshin #cynonari #cynari #fanfic #fanfiction #writer #no beta we die like kaveh's father #no beta we die like men #first fic!#kavetham #candehya #xiaother #eulamber

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insertdragonpun · 1 year

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Um Holy shit I actually did it

My first ever fic is on Ao3 now!

I've been thinking of this baby ever since 2019 and now it lives!

Okay so I guess go check out Street Urchin on Ao3 if you want to read it I guess? It's a mha fic about Aizawa's first year of teaching at UA so have some fun I guess

Holy shit

#first fic!#oh my god #street urchin #i wrote it in like two nights but it's taken me two weeks to get the courage to post it #mha fic #my hero academia fic #bnha fic #boko no hero academia fic #holy shit #and now Im going to work in the other mha brain baby that i though of on monday #maybe I'll post the two of them in a staggered pattern if people actually read them #if not I'll post however I feel like because this is for me baby!

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bibibuck · 18 days

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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

#post sponsored by someone commenting on my newest fic that they reread it only a day after the first time #.text

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saviourkingslut · 1 year

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yeah yeah opening a fic and "he would not fucking say that" but what about you open the fic and "he would fucking say that". what about that pure feeling of euphoria when it's exactly right the way you like it

#would kill for the authors who manage to get my faves and their vocabulary/speech patterns exactly right #curry rambles #opened a few h50 fics that i Did Not Feel but then i got one and it was right from the first sentence so im Feeling It rn

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astralpenguin · 1 year

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self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for

#nobody was asking for a spn pmmm crossover fic focusing on claire at 14 #who by this point has already been manipulated into agreeing to something without knowing all the terms and conditions first #and it was awful and the worst day of her life #so when kyubey approaches her she doesn't go for it #but the people around her do and so claire gets to watch people she loves die horribly AGAIN #like there is nothing in spn canon that contradicts any of this #but literally nobody is wanting a fic like this to exist #nobody except for me #so i guess i have to do everything myself around here #el talks

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chiptrillino-art · 28 days

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its uh titts out monday (i think) In case you don't know, there is this really entertaining and spicy fic @ranilla-bean wrote named Nip It in the Bud.

zuko sure wasn't subtle and sokka an absolute gentleman.

#atla #zukka #sokka #zuko #i to this day don't know what came first!#the drawing or the fic #this is my chicken and eggdiscussion!!!

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stoopidstapler · 9 months

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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #adventure time #goin insane over him #thers no words to describe how im feelin #i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE #FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED.#ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO???????#ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P #IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH #SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP.#also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake #which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk #ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help #ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER.#im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help #maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.

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zosanbrainrot · 3 months

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fanarts for the cute fic by Hazel_Athena where Sanji gets turned into a cat and Zoro is very much a cat person

#havent really made fanart for any zs fics before even though Ive read so many but I really wanted to draw Zoro with a kitty!!#also I'm back from vacations hiii first day back at the computer #and glad to say my drawing skills are sharp even though ive got a cold rn #idk if the fic was supposed to be pre ts or after #but I wanted to finally draw a post ts zoro #i think his design post ts is the one I like best #like its a successful development esp outfit wise #ANYHOW #zoro #zosan #sanji #zoro x sanji #my art #one piece #one piece fanart #rorona zoro #black leg sanji #kuroashi no sanji #hazel_athena

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