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#if we stop babying him he could be so cool oh my gosh

kittyball23 · 6 months

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How about a short fic of how poppy was so happy that she got to dance with brozone mostly Bitty B, and Branch reminds her he not that kid anymore getting a rizz out of her but their soon kiss gets interrupted by john

Sure :)

Baby No More (a Trolls fanfic)

It was only after the exciting hype of the evening had fizzled down into something more cool and collected that Branch and Poppy found the opportune moment to do as any couple would when they had a lovely sunset and each other - take a romantic stroll along the beach.

His larger blue hand gently entwined with her delicate pink one, Branch followed alongside his girlfriend’s light, energetic steps as she merrily skipped, swinging their conjoined arms back and forth, and guiding them to and fro from the white, foamy surf as it washed up against the shore.

Branch shook his head at her antics. “Don’t you ever get tired?” he questioned.

“Nope!” she chirped, not a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“Well,” Branch began to reply, “I know I’d be after all that dancing.”

“Come on, Branch, it was fun!” Poppy chided. “What’s the use of being in a band if you can’t bust out a move, huh?”

“Singing,” the blue Troll replied easily. “Isn’t that the most important thing of being in a band?”

“The most important thing about being in a band is having fun with your bandmates and your music,” Poppy stated matter-of-factly, “and I should know since” - she paused to giggle - “I’m in a band now!” She gave a delighted squeal and stopped them in their tracks so that she could give him a big hug. “Oh thank you, so, so much, Branch!!”

“Poppy, you don’t have to thank me,” Branch wheezed, nearly out of breath from the tightness of her embrace, “I mean, you knew it was gonna happen eventually, right?”

“NO!” she exclaimed with a flail of her arms. “I was SO not expecting that. Do you know how BIG this is for me?!” She grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him right in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to dance with BroZone since I was a little girl! Oh, and it was BETTER than I could’ve ever hoped for!”

Branch chuckled when her fangirl-mode kicked in hard, the Pop Queen fanning herself and rapidly pacing back and forth on the sand. “Oh my gosh, I STILL can’t believe it! Me onstage with The Leader! And The Heartthrob! And The Fun Boy and The Sensitive One!…”

The blue Troll rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we’re prooobably gonna have to think up new nicknames to give ‘em…”

She turned on him with a sparkle in her eyes. “Aw, and we definitely can’t forget about you, Bitty B the Baby!” She squished his cheeks in a loving manner, giggling, though Branch didn’t quite share in the amusement she had.

“... and we’re starting with mine,” he finished, continuing off of his earlier statement. He gently removed her hands from his face and held onto them firmly, speaking to her slowly so she could hear him very clearly. “Poppy, you do know that I am NOT a baby anymore, right?”

“Yeah, of course I know,” Poppy laughed. “I mean, a baby wouldn’t be able to do this, would he?” Batting her lashes, she leaned in closer to his face, eyes fluttering shut and lips puckering slightly. Branch felt his heart race. Poppy was getting far more comfortable exchanging kisses more frequently with him, and he was certainly not going to be one to deny her whenever she wanted one.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Branch whispered, right before he closed the gap and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips were warm and soft, perfectly smooth against his like they always were, nearly able to take him away completely from the world around him - if it wasn't for the rambunctious cheering that sounded.

“All right, YEAH! Now that’s how a man gets things done!”

Branch groaned, breaking apart from the sweet smooch earlier than he would have liked to shoot a glare at the only brother who probably would interrupt such a moment without seeing anything wrong with it (and, who always seemed to pop in out of nowhere at just the wrong moments!).

When John Dory caught his intense gaze, he became sheepish and stammered an apology. “Whoops! Oh, sorry… I guess I probably shoulda waited till afterwards to start cheerin’ then, huh?”

“Yeah,” Branch answered tersely, crossing his arms.

“Heh, my bad! Um, see you later, I guess?” JD said, not waiting for a reply and scampering off to wherever he had so suddenly come from.

Branch rolled his eyes and met Poppy’s gaze. “I think we should make his new nickname ‘The Blockhead.’”

Poppy gasped and shoved him in the shoulder. “Branch! That’s mean!”

He laughed. “It’s just a joke, Poppy, I’m kidding.”

“Good,” she huffed. Grabbing his hand, she leaned in close to him again. “Now, where were we?”

Branch smirked and met her halfway, never one to be tired of displaying his affection to her.

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(btw, @happyqueenandgrumpydork, for the other oneshot request of yours about the broppy kiss at the end of TBT, did you want the perspective of Branch or Poppy? I'm going to work on writing it this weekend 🙂)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #john dory #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #thanks for the ask!#kittyball answers #100+

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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"Your face is so pretty I wanna sit on it"

Fandom: Multifandom

Pairing: Various characters X Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Scenario

Warnings: NSFW! Content, MDNI

Word Count: 0.6K

A/n: I mean-

↳He's eyes widen for a brief second, but after the appearance of a wide smirk on his face, they're back to normal. He never thought you would say something this... creative; but he would be lying if he says that it didn't fuel his ego a billion times harder than before.

"Oh? Is that so?"

You sometimes wonder how can this asshole be so charming, and a huge dick, at the same time? But now you knew why. It was his face. His fucking, stupidly gorgeous face and that damned playful grin of his.

"Yeah. Although I expected you to be aware of that, but your taken aback expression proved me wrong"

Oh he knows; he just never thought you could be this blunt to say it out loud.

But now that you did, he's got other plans for you.

"Yeah? Are you saying you wanna make a mess out of my face between your thighs?"

Well, even if you were just messing with him, you aren't now.

He won't listen to you whimpers and begs to "S-stop, can't t-take it anymore", not even after your third orgasm. No, he needs to take his stress out on something, and what's better than your tasty wet crotch?

"Stay still for me, Baby. What do you mean you can't take it anymore? Well, should've thought about it before making that remark. Gosh, you drive me crazy baby girl; I just know you're going to be the death of me one day. Awww, crying now are we? C'mon girly, you asked for it yourself. Now be a good little pet and don't squirm around much so I can enjoy my meal, hmm?"

DAZAI MY MAN, RANPO, CHUUYA, NIKOLAI, Fyodor, Tachihara, Mori, Jounou, SUKUNA, GOJO, GETOU, Toji, ATSUMU, Osamu, SUGA, SUNA, KUROO, IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, Akaashi, Inosuke, Iguro, Shinazugawa, Sabito, Light, MELLO, Matt, Vanitas

↳Blood rushes to his cheeks when he hears your words. You can't help but to smile at his adorable expression. Your heart drops whenever he goes like this; all blushy and embarrassed but also horny and turned on at the same time.

"I- You- Really?" "Hmm! Really!"

He smiles awkwardly, scratching the back of his head at he tries to shake the embarrassment away by chuckling and act cool, but he can't; it's too much, you're too much.

"Um- Well, I'm flattered..."

Giggling playfully, you put your hand under your chin and start examining his handsome face without trying to hide it, and it drives him crazy. You just made his hear skip a beat and now you're checking him out like that? No. He can't take it anymore.

"Hey... I'm not doing anything... I mean, My face is available right now..."

You're surprised for sure, but who are you to turn down such a tempting offer?

He might have sounded unsure, but now that you're on top of him, shaking relentlessly? You think if he was just acting shy to get you into... this.

But no, he's just returning the favor. You make him crazy, with your flirty remarks and endless teases; and every time you do, you always leave him behind, all red and shamefaced, and now that you're in this position? You're not gonna be free of his tight grip until he's satisfied. Because this guy, despite how he looks like, is a horny ass bastard who can't stop when he gets the good stuff.

"Stop moving around so much, honey pie. You can give me one more, yeah? Pretty please? I'm having such a great time down here... I don't think I'm ready to stop yet. Ah, thanks baby, promise I'll stop after a few more times. Sorry! But you just taste so good... Ah you're stroking me now? Let's make this all- Ah- about you sweetheart, ok? Show me how much more you can take, please?"

ATSUSHI, SIGMA, Poe, Hinata, KAGEYAMA, Yamaguchi, NISHINOYA, ASAHI, KENMA, Bokuto, USHIJIMA, Tanjirou, ZENITSU, Megumi, Itadori, Matsuda, NOE

Reblogs are wildly appreciated!

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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i love musician eren and his influencer wife !!!!! we need more content abt eren being jealous 😜

you know what? This is too cute because spoiler alert: Mr. Jaeger is very jealous when it comes to miss (y/n). And not in a possessive, toxic way but in the most adorable, bratty way.

imagine doing a photo shoot or starring in the music video of another artist, or just in general and someone having their hands on you for any given reason…he would not be happy! I mean, a brown ass man, full blown pouting about the fact that someone held you or put a kiss on your cheek. You come home and he’s on the couch, arms folded across his chest with lip stuck out like a child. He asks you how your day went and you can tell something’s wrong but he’s trying to be cool about it! “You looked pretty today.” Or “..you looked real good in that video.” All the while, he won’t even look you in the eye. It’s so sad, it’s almost cute! So you start scrolling through other pictures and you happen to land on one with another artist hugging you. And finally, you realize what’s wrong. “Oh my gosh, baby. You’re jealoussss, that’s so cute!” Of course he denies it though and dismisses you! Waving you away when you try to kiss him and acting all bratty. “I’m not jealous, I just don’t understand why he’s all on you like that. Fuck is his problem?” He knows he can’t stop you from your grind, hell, it’s what he finds most attractive about you so he just tries to play it off. But God forbid, he scrolls the comment section and sees ball players and other rappers trying to spit game under your newest post in a bikini or some skimpy dress where you’re twerking and oh my gosh, all hell is about to break loose. “Can your man fight?” And he’s quick to respond. “Yeah and I shoot too. Don’t die behind that one.” Just out of control.

or when you decide to come home after a long day and he’s been in the house, missing you, watching your story and seeing other men in the mentions or trying to get near you..he most certainly likes to take his frustrations out. You don’t notice until things get more intense but that sex hits a little differently when he’s mad. The two of you start making out and he puts his hand around your throat, sucking on your tongue, kissing on your neck and nipples ..just trying to drive you crazy. Trying to rip you up out your clothes, forcing your legs open; he’s doing everything that you love. Ask him what’s gotten into him and he answers so aggressively. “I missed you..looking so fucking good today.” Angry about the fact that someone else was all up on his baby (y/n). So he has a little something to prove. And he doesn’t slow up. He eats you out for nearly an hour as revenge for being away from him. Barely even speaks but you hear him moaning against your mound, constantly sucking on your clit and making you come. “Babeeee, I can’t take it.” You can beg all you want but this is all his and he’ll eat until he’s satisfied. Pinning your legs back and fucking like he’s trying to have you out of commission for a few days. Tearing your shit UP. His hand on the headboard, standing up in it while he’s pounding you. Giving you the greatest dick ever. “Why are you fucking me like thissss?” Whining while you try to push at his abs but he just slaps your hands away and hisses at you. “It’s mine so I’ll do what I want..this my pussy, right? Tell me..” And he knows the answer but he needs the validation..to know that no one could ever take his place!

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fuckyeahpunkflower · 1 year

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Guys guys guys its AU time! With older Miles(18) and older Hobie (20). (Also no spider man powers, normal times)

Miles is attending a prestigious University in Northern New York after years of studying and applying for scholarships at Visions. Rio and Jefferson are super proud of him although a bit sadden that their baby boy is now a young man leaving the house.

On the plus side, Miles is SUPER stoke to finally FINALLY have his very own dorm ALL TO HIMSELF! no more cramped spaces, uncomfortable bunk beds or missing shoes (that somehow always made an appearance again when Ganke returned to the room) Miles admits he will miss Ganke but they'll definitely catch up over some games on the PS4 and summer breaks.

But the best part about this university in Mile's opinion is the fact they allow pets on campus and in dorms. Which means he can live his dream of owning a dog. He's always wanted a dog since he was a kid but his parents never thought he was responsible enough to take care of it ( but mainly because Rio and Jefferson didn't want to deal with a toddler and training a puppy at the same time) Now that Miles is grown he's decided its time to make his own decisions. And that decision was to get a dog the moment he moves into his dorm. It took him 2 weeks to get settled in with his belongings and getting familiar with his classes around campus but after that he was heading towards the nearest pet shelter he could find.

And here we enter Hobie Brown! He works at the local pet shelter which houses all sorts of abandoned and neglected pets. From your typical cats and dogs to reptiles, birds, and even fishes, Hobie is there to take care of them all! And on the weekends he playing with his band mates.

Anyway Cue Miles entering the pet shelter and he's immediately greeted with the site of Hobie. They make brief eye contact and Miles freezes in place lost in thought *Damn, I was not expecting to see someone so fucking cool and hot today oh my gosh get it together you're here for a dog you're here for a dog you're here for a-*

"You know usually people tend to rush straight to the pups and ignore me but with the way your staring at me right now I can't say I'm complaining. your face is the same shade as the pups little red rockets back there" Hobie snickers

"Bro WHAT!?" Miles yelled in utter shock. He was NOT prepared for any amount of what was said to him in that moment. "What- I mean- like man- that was the wildest response I've ever-" He stops rambling to gain his composure back. "Look man, I came in here hoping to adopt a dog, can you help me or what?"

Hobie looks at Miles with amusement in his eyes "Sure thing love, straight to the back we go!"

And that was Hobies and Miles first interaction at the pet shelter.

Back to the p o i n t!!!

This is basically a college Miles and pet shop worker Hobie (except its a shelter) AU merged into one. Basically Miles visits the shelter every week looking for a dog to adopt and Hobie shows him around. With each visit Miles begins to learn more about Hobie and his relationship with the animals at the shelter. Like how Hobie absolutely adores this grey African parrot that was left in the cage on the street. Its feathers are sparse and sheds but it loves to mimic Hobies Cockney accent.

Eventually Miles adopts a cute senior black Labrador named Orca due to the white and gray furs around her eyes. Even after getting his dog he still visits the shelter between classes to talk to Hobie.

So like yeah in order to keep this short before I literally write the first fucking chapter of this AU on here.

Miles is in college and develops feelings for Hobie while he helps him adopt a dog. They hang out sometime later and Eventually BOOM they're boyfriends :D

#punkflower #miles x hobie #i NEED to see more domestic stuff with these two #WHERE ARE THE COFFE SHOP AUs?!#THE TATTO AND PIERCINGS PALOR MEETS FLOURIST AU'S?!#come on yall i belivs in us

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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There is just something about Sanji begging to taste you 😩 you write him so well, I’m so glad I found your account. On top of that you draw???????? You’re the entire package 😂

Haaaaaaaa thank u kindlyyyyyyyyyyyyy bUT FFFFF Can we talk about that though? Just real quick before I Head to bed??????

“Just One More Taste” Sanji x Black Fem Reader (NSFW)

“Sanji…” You tossed in your warm bed feeling the same familiar fingers grope and tug at your nipples from your shirt that has suddenly appeared to be unbuttoned..”what are you doing, baby?”

“I’m …I…want it.”

He always does this. Whether it’s break of dawn or the middle of the night Sanji couldn’t stop being so damn needy and touchy wanting to taste you.

You both aren’t even a couple, but one party filled night you let him eat you out once since you and him were alone in the kitchen and you were being a horny little mess and ever since he’d been glued to you.

He was like a damn parasite.

That was 2 weeks ago and for two weeks he’s been sneaking into your bedroom to cuddle you and ask for just another moment of pleasure for you. He doesn’t even want you to suck him off after he just LOVES your flavor.

“No, Sanji.” You slapped his hand away, you felt your scarf falling off your head and Sanji notices it before you and grabs it to tie it back on but you sit up and snatch it back. “You can sleep in here again, but you—-Sanji.”

His eyes were glued to your body, he was chewing on his lower lip while sitting up on his knees, eyes dark and filled with lust looking at your nipples just barely showing from the shirt and those very lacy and incredibly thin panties. So thin he could see your cl—

“Hey!” You snapped your fingers in his face getting out of his perverted trance. “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat, LUFFY!”

“Wha! I would never!” Sanji dramatically gasped at you for calling him that, “I am just appreciating your beautiful…soft…sweet—“

“Stop.”

“Just one lick.”

“I’m not a popsicle either, buddy.”

“You’re Sweet Like One.”

“What?!”

“Nothing.”

You groaned back into your pillow, your thighs, breast, and tummy all jiggle in sync and Sanji’s eyes Just once again couldn’t tear away. You peaked over at his heart eyes holding his nose and you huffed,

“If you bleed on my bed again I’ll never let you taste me.”

Sanji immediately sat up straight, bare chest puffed up and held his breath. HE DID NOT want to ruin another opportunity.

“Oh my gosh…” you whined into a laugh at his antics. You’re charmed though. He has been super sweet to you and didn’t disclose your night with him to anybody he kept his cool (sort of).

You were contemplating, his tongue did feel nice for his first time. He even overstimulated you which has never happened and you have been a little str—-

“Sanji…”

You break thought feeling his lips kiss your legs, you didn’t even feel him move between them and spread them apart. He was laid on his stomach moving higher up kissing your pretty brown inner thigh very lightly giving you eye contact the entire time.

You’d be lying to say his gaze didn’t make you clench just a little.

“Sanji—“

“Please..” He pushed himself up further now applying more pressure in his kisses onto your hot inner thighs sucking each section a little before pulling away. “Just one more time…one more….”

Your breaths got shakier feeling him move to your left thigh giving that more attention, he had his eyes closed suckling on the inner fat of it so very close to your heat his cheek grazes against it. You jumped a little feeling his tongue give you small kitten licks.

“Can I…?” He was asking, but his motions were demanding. He placed your thighs carefully over his shoulders now giving your labia peppered kisses through the fabric.

“San….” You moaned turning your head away from the lustful sight. You hated how turned on you were feeling and knew he was able to see the small damp spot you left on your panties. “Sanji…”

He pulled said panties to the side with two fingers groaning at the sight and his eyes glowed, finally he was able to see it again. It was as pretty as last time he saw it and just aching to be licked by him and only him.

“Please…” His hot breath fanned over your heat, “Let me eat this pretty little pussy…”

You threw your arm over your face and nodded your head quickly in defeat making Sanji smile widely and his eyes sparkle with glee before his small soft lips attached itself to your clit.

Just for one night he needed another taste.

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lightwise · 2 months

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TBB S3E8 - Reactions

- Poor Echo—he really is not getting any screen time is he

- Crosshair’s look of concern when he tells Omega she should be staying away from Rex and Echo 😭

- Okay Omega’s guilt is so clouding her judgement at this point. Poor kid really thinks it’s her fault that all those clones died—no baby girl, the shadow assassin would have gone there anyway whether you were there or not. My heart aches for her

- Hunter 🤝 Crosshair: keep Omega safe at all costs.

- Hunter’s lil “come on” head tilt 🤩

- PHEE!!!! I have been waiting for you!!!

- Crosshair: Who!?! 😶 PRICELESS. EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED FROM HIM MEETING HER 🤣🤣🤣

- Not Omega serving as the narrative admitting that Phee is, in fact, much to our dismay, a pirate 🏴‍☠️

- I’M GETTING BOTH MY GIRLS BACK IN ONE EPISODE

- Just slipping a Tech mention in there, why don’t you stop ripping my heart out

- Fennec!!!

- And Cross has the same reaction to Fennec 😆 —he’s finally starting to learn about the life that his family has lived during their time apart

- Hunter being in full dad mode and also being very perceptive about Crosshair hiding his hand issues. He may not always be able to say this about himself, but Hunter admitting that ignoring something won’t make the problem go away is huge growth from him.

- Thank goodness Hunter can pilot. This would be a very short season otherwise

- Cool space station

- I love when Star Wars is grimy city underbellies and neon lights 🤩

- The guys look SO GOOD in purple. Jus sayin

- As does Fennec (Queen that she is)

- I’d let those boys hem me in a booth anytime

- Ming-Na Wen is really pulling out all the stops for Fennec’s voice

- Hunter in neon bar lighting is something so personal to me

- “Ruined one of my scores” lol Fennec is salty tonight

- “More than you’ve got” she doesn’t even know how much they have on them but she knows it’s not enough 🤣 but also where is that 30k credits that Omega won?? They could have used that?

- “We made a deal. I’m going to keep it as long as you hold up your end”

- “Ten? For THAT? That’s what I thought”

- Gosh that water looks nasty

- Wet helmet Hunter instead of WET HAIR HUNTER??? Fffffffsssss Jennifer *clicks tongue in disappointment*

- That is so many mines

- “Close doesn’t count” 🥺

- It’s really interesting to me that this show has been focused solely on the Batch as a family this season. We’ve been on Pabu multiple times and have seen hardly any other residents, no one trying to be neighborly or prying (even though we know Shep has tried to make sure Crosshair is comfortable). The focus is on the Batch themselves this time, not their dynamic with the outside world.

- “You don’t like anything” “true” at least he’s self aware by now lol

- Batcher’s like “you like meeee!”

- Hunter’s senses are back baybee

- Never knew I needed to see Wrecker yeeting space alligators until today. Glorious. Straight up punching them in the face 🤣🤣🤣

- Ohhhh Wrecker giving back her sass blow for blow!

- “So what happened with the kid?”

- I will die on the hill that Fennec cares about Omega deep down

- “Just…seems odd. Considering our past”

- Love that the atmosphere on this planet is orange and it’s Fennec’s episode

- “They thought Omega would be safer with you guys. Guess they were wrong about that” she is not pulling any punches

- “Money’s not everything” you right boy

- “That’s because you don’t have any” phewww 🤣🤣🤣

- Pulling the blaster across the throat in a kill motion?? Hunter what are you doing to me right now 🥵

- “Pretty much” lolol

- This dude is so creepy looking. Giant bug eyes were not what I was expecting

- “You heard me!!” Oh Wrecker is done, done

- Man this guy does not go down easy.

- Bug spit. Nuff said

- “I doubt that” oh Cross, honey, I know, I get it

- THEY HELD HANDS

- I REPEAT SHE HELD HIS HAND

- Sorry I’m having Kenobi show Obi-Wan and Leia handhold flashbacks 😭😭😭😭

- Okay okay I’m back. I think.

- “You’ve missed a lot” “I know”

- Okay just rip my heart out why don’t you

- That is one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen

- Pointy finger scrunched brow Hunter is the best Hunter

- “You can either fight me or trust me. Good choice” 😮‍💨

- Hunter getting tipped off that ramp is uh…is ummm…doing something to me. What, I’m not sure 👀🫠

- I also find it really interesting that they’ve barely had us on the Marauder at all this season. Foreshadowing?

- Both Fennec and Phee make the same two fingered salute to the boys after talking to them. Cute.

- Ohhhhh is she…is she selling them out?? Who is she talking to? Cad?

- Wait no she wouldn’t pass them over to someone else if any money could be gained on her side. I bet she’s talking to Ventress. I really wanna know how those two know each other 👀

- Wow. Things are really going to get interesting from here. Can’t wait.

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #some light ramblings #somelightramblings

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maggie-margret-blog · 3 months

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Playlist Heroes: the early 90’s

Ateez x Fleetwood Mac

Yunho

Spring had arrived, finally. After a long, hard and arduous winter full of misfortune and horrible luck, a new season began. Yunho found himself falling back into childhood habits, one’s in which his mother had imposed upon him when they had been attached at the hip. In his younger years he had been his mother’s spring cleaning buddy, and found peace in the activity. He missed his mother at times and was put at ease when he could break out the feather duster and rags. Yunho could clean for hours, uselessly for the most part, like wiping down plant pots or mopping his basement floors, though completely concrete. It was the action that soothed him, it didn’t matter if it was functional or not.

This spring, though, Yunho had began tearing apart his guest bedrooms. He’d pull out everything from the closest and neatly organize all of the unnecessary shit he had collected over the years. It was all mixed in with his wife’s unfinished craft projects, all abandoned once she had the kids, and a few mementos of their young love. Yunho was sure to place her things nicely next to his forsaken passions of the past. Photo album after photo album surfaced as he dug deeper in the catacombs of their forgotten keep sakes. He had never considered himself sentimental, but couldn’t deny that all of these memories made his heart sing.

Pictures from their wedding, a few from their honeymoon, and hundreds of others strewn around the clock. That clock had already been ticking for 15 years, but Yunho was a happily married man with few complaints in life.

“Wow, just wow.” He sighed heartily with a slap to his knee and a smile. “We sure were cute back then-“ the self whispering continued as he rummaged through discarded boxes and such. The last was a constant reminder to him that his life had been blessed. Beautiful family, good job and a house he could be comfortable in. He shook his head as he thought back to his days of mechanical work. He could practically still feel the oil and dirt caked onto his hands and back. He spent most of his time rolling around under Suburban richie’s cars back then. Now he was a suburban richie.

As if on queue, Yunho dipped his hand into another box, the thoughts flooding in of a certain suburbanite he had once knew, as the cool plastic of a cassette tape graced his fingers. He knew what it was the second he touched it. “Oh my gosh-“ he exasperated, though quietly. He didn’t want to startle anyone and honestly he didn’t want his wife to see what he had found.

Yunho was quick to stuff the box back in the closet and shut the door; he shoved the small tape in his pocket and booked in to the basement.

“Where’re you going baby?” His wife’s voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned quickly to look at her, eyes softening. “Just going downstairs. You know… clean stuff up.”

“Oh you and you’re cleaning.” She said passively, returning to her previous activities. He sighed in relief, descending his basement stairs. His search was rather frantic, ripping through box after box. He knew he had it somewhere. He was sure he had kept it. “Damnit! Where the hell is it?” He grumbled, finally coming across the machine, buttons dusty and dirty. Yunho blew on the device as the years of neglect flew into the air.

Yunho cleared a spot on the cluttered workbench that sat in the west corner of the room, dimly lit by the teachings of the few lightbulbs actually working. His brow was set in determination, plugging in the cord and watching as the small red dot illuminated. Still worked to Yunho’s surprise.

Yunho dug into his pocket and pushed the cover off of the tape. He ran a finger over the top to rid it of the dust and pressed firmly on the ejection button. The terminal sprung open and he placed it inside. With a quick close, he waited.

Ever so slight was the distortion. Yunho was sure that it had come with age and sat back against the ridge of the bench. His arms crossed leisurely across his broad chest as his eyes closed and allowed the song to build until his memory was purged. He knew this track was all too familiar.

If it had only been yesterday Yunho would’ve believed it. When he was a young kid fiddling with engines and playing cool in front of the girls who hung around all too often. One of them he had in mind particularly, C, Macmaura. She had been one of those girls that Yunho had been plagued with in his 20’s.

C was the daughter of some big tycoon that practically owned the town Yunho grew up in. The two had gone to high school together, classes merging occasionally. What he really remembered though was the summer right before his sophomore year of college.

Yunho’s parents didn’t have much when he was growing up, their name attached to nothing but their home and a small fishing boat, and soon his education.

C and him had run into each other one scorching afternoon in June, the only relief being either the air conditioning or the cooling sensation of the lake around you. Yunho reclined backwards on the floor of the fishing boat, the sun beaming down on him, turning his skin a golden brown. Summer has always been like this, hot, sweaty, and miserable. Bugs buzzed overhead as he swatted them aft.

“Yunho! Yunho!” The echo of a female voice jolted him upward. The sunlight had bleached his sight for a moment or so but soon he was able to make out the figure of a woman on shore. “Yunho!” She called again.

“Yeah?!” He called out, still unsure of who was calling for him, or how they had recognized him from his family’s boat.

“What’re you doing?”

“Oh you know! Just hanging out!” Yunho called.

“Can I come? I’m bored!” It was then Yunho realized who had been yelling at him. It was C. His breath quickened as his heart began to pound. Now, he could blame it on the heat, but he knew truthfully that C made him nervous.

“Uh! I guess!” He responded, swiveling to his side to reach the steering wheel. But as soon as he moved, C was already submerged in the lake, swimming towards the boat.

The vessel shook a bit as she grasped onto the side, Yunho taking her hand and helping her over. C laughed as beads of water dripped from her frame, creating a puddle beneath her. “Thanks.”

“For sure,” Yunho followed suit and chuckled over the sight. C was so beautiful. Her aura was something he had been captivated by since he first met her. Though they had barley spoken in those years of acquaintance, he could still feel a pull toward her.

“What’re you doing out here? All alone?” Yunho was quick to question, handing the woman the towel he had reserved for himself. “It’s so hot. I just wanted to take a dip, but then I saw your boat.” She explained with a grin. Her cheeks glistened as crystal droplets adorned her. The sunlight shown in full on her rounded eyes, revealing details Yunho had never noticed. “You know my boat?” He asked, turning his head to the side like a golden retriever. “Of course I do. Everyone does.” She said lightly as if it were a fact of nature. “Oh.” He whispered quietly.

“Are you going anywhere today?” C’s words tickled Yunho’s ears. Was he going anywhere today? He could hear her ask that a million times. Just like that.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I was just going to wade and cool off.” He confessed.

“And you’re sure you don’t mind if I join you?”

“I’m sure.” He confirmed.

“Good.” She says softly. “Don’t mind me, I’m kinda uncomfortable I’m these since I’m soaked.” C began to laugh as she undid the buttons of her floral blouse. What Yunho had expected was some sort of swimwear to complement her outfit, but was met with a bare chest. His eyes drifted to the exposed skin as his heart rate raised yet again. In respect for the female body, Yunho closed his eyes and turned his head. He hoped she wouldn’t take it as a sign of discomfort or disgust. If she was comfortable, then she was comfortable and Yunho was just fine with that.

“Yo-you- uh.” Yunho begins, but can’t quite say what he wants to.

“Oh c’mon don’t be shy. Im not.” She said with a knowing laugh as if to make fun of herself for her behavior.

“You’re just confident. And that’s good.” Yunho peaked briefly, making eye contact with the woman. She really was beautiful.

“You’re nicer than most guys Yunho. Some would take this as an invitation.” She scoffed, leaning backwards against the floor, the same way Yunho had been just minutes before.

“Well, I’m sorry that’s been the experience.” He said, eyes raking down the frame. He’d wondered what she might look like, but never had he dreamed he’d be in this situation with C.

“Eh, it is what it is I guess. The long awaited rise of feminism probably won’t save me before my time is up, so, I just say fuck it and do what I want.” C’s comment was carried on the heated summer breeze. Yunho only hummed, back pressed against the now cooked metal siding of the boat. “That’s a big topic.” He responded.

“Not really. It’s not big, it’s just important.”

“That’s what I mean when I say big.” Yunho defends quietly.

“Why does everything important have to be big? Can’t we have important normal sized issues?” C retorted.

“I guess we can.” Yunho agreed, assuming she was right in her own way. “Thank you.” C giggled as he considered her words.

“Yunho?”

“Hm?”

“Did you ever like me? Like back in school?”

Yunho sat with the question for a minute, silently. Why would she ask? The answer was unclear. Sure he had thought she was pretty, but he never really considered that aspect of their relationship.

“I guess I didn’t. I never had romantic feelings for you.” He said honestly, looking back towards the shore. A hundred or so trees lined the horizon as the sun climbed its way across the blue sky. The colors slowly leaked through, breaking the blue into fragments of orange and pink.

Words had been said that Yunho may never recall, or may be some of his fondest memories. The two laughed at stupid things and made up situations, only to ask the other what they would do if they ever found themselves in it.

“Okay how about this-“ Yunho began, taking a rather long drag from a shared cigarette. The two lanterns hanging from the boat’s posts were the only light left to illuminate them.

“What if you were stuck between fighting a gorilla, or a bear. Two very deadly animals, two very cute creatures though. And you have to fight to kill though.”

“Oooh, that’s not too hard because I literally hate gorillas. They’re so creepy! Bears are cute and in my heart of hearts, I know they’re cuddly.” C claimed, talking the cigarette from Yunho’s lips and placing it between her own.

“Fair enough.” Yunho conceited.

“What time is it? At this rate we’ll be here til dawn.” C said with a hint of pride, as if they stayed until then it would please her. “I don’t have my watch.” Yunho searches his wrists and the subsequent ground below him. “I left mine on shore.” C added.

“Wait. I brought my transistor, let me find it.” He hums as he bends to his left towards his packed sack, feeling around the belongings, landing on the small radio.

“Here we go,” he says emptily, tweaking the dials until a squawk of static fills the air. Yunho tunes the device carefully, reigning in a local station.

“Now that was good one wasn’t folks? That was of course our number one pick of the evening-“ the disk jockey babbles on as Yunho feels C shift, her figure inching closer.

“We’re coming up on the 11 o’clock hour! You know what that means-“

“It’s late, and it’s getting a little chilly.” C clarified as she pressed her body closer to Yunho’s. “Should we get going home?” Yunho said lowly, hoping she wouldn’t agree. He had enjoyed himself immensely with this girl. Their worlds weren’t all too distant. They were worried about the same things and could discuss things civilly if they didn’t agree. His mind was filled with separate ideas for the evening, but he’d never admit that.

“Coming up next is our new favorite, the hottest that ‘77 has to offer, you know them, we love them-“

“No, I don’t want to.” C voiced, resting her cheek on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho hummed in acknowledgment, laying his head atop hers, cuddling into her warmth.

He couldn’t tell how or why they ended up like this, but the simplicity of it all was something he’d learn to leave alone.

The tune emitting from the small speaker sparked a wave of excitement from the girl, head popping up from its perch, slightly paining the man. “I love this song!”

Yunho couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, fingers discreetly upping the volume. “Yeah?” Yunho said with a cocked brow. “Yeah.” She replied with a smile.

They let the song play, accompanied only by the lake water gently lapping at the sides of the boat and a chorus of synchronized cricket song. It was all so calming. The moon was brighter than Yunho had ever seen, illuminating the surface of the lake entirely. Romance was the name. Pure romance.

C’s voice curled and looped over notes as she sang along, missing every other word or dropping a beat. All he could do was look with admiration. C eventually settled back into Yunho’s side, nose nestled to his cheek. “Yunho?”

“Yes?”

“Can’t I kiss you?”

He reeled back slightly to look her in those big, dark eyes. He searched them under that romantic moon, then nodded with approval. “Anything you want…” he whispered, leaning to meet her lips.

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“Oh Yunho!” C babbled as the older gripped harshly to her hips, finger tips sure to leave welts of affection, guiding the movements and orchestrating the pleasure. His breath was heavy, dense and laced with a silent but deadly aphrodisiac. His voice was deep with a hint of manly husk and gravel. “C-“ he followed in suit, saying her name in a way that made her stomach coil. The man’s head fell between her breasts, his nose brushed her sensitive nipple, tongue peaking out and leaving a trail of saliva, quick to become cold. His back was still pressed the the side of the boat, the woman straddled over his lap, hips keeping rhythm. His large hands fondled at the ass he now had dictation over for that moment. The intention was feeling good and he wanted nothing more than to stay on track. “Oh shit!” C moaned wettly in his ear, making the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention.

His body was reacting more that he had expected. His nipple hardened as her stomach rubbed against them. “C!” He cried lowly as it broke in the air between them. “Yunho!”

Yunho concentrated on the shock waves wracking his abdomen as she set a bouncing rhythm; the impact of their bodies colliding caused a few slashed from beneath the boat.

Neither of them cared how it may look or sound as she rode him out in the open. Was public sex illegal? Yes. Did they have the time or brain capacity to worry? No. C’s arms gripped tightly around his neck as she kept her balance, the man’s sensual encouragements repeating in her ear. The entirety of their position was more than pleasurable. Her mouth hung open as unashamed moans left her throat.

The larger littered marking kisses on C’s chest, her embarrassment inevitable. “Yunho-“ her voice quivered as she reined closer. With that empty confession, Yunho wraps secure arms about her waist, lifting her weight above his hips before thrusting upward with all the strength he had, over and over and over until C was reduced to a mess of moans. His body grew tired quicker than he would’ve liked, but the shamble he made of C was rewarding enough. His mind was weakening by the second as she moaned his name followed by a string of profanities.

“Yu-yu-“ she tried, only to fail as Yunho pushed a teasing tongue past her lips. The kiss was wet, heated, yet caring. Their bodies meshed together in a way only written or described by erotic poetry.

“Yunho!”

“Yes-“

“Yunho!”

“Mmmmm—“

“Yunho!”

“Yunho baby are you okay?”

“What?”

“Yunho babe. Is everything alright? You’ve been listening to those two songs for like 30 minutes. And I’ve been calling you from the kitchen for like half that.” The break in realization was abrupt and quite shameful. His cheeks flushed a bright red almost immediately. How could he get so caught up in the past? Especially past memories like those.

“No, no I’m fine honey. I’m sorry I was just so lost in thought.” He said shallowly, cracking an unconvincing smile. “I can’t tell. Poor baby, you must’ve really been back there, huh?” His wife joked as her hand lightly tapped the growing bulge behind his zipper.

“Oh!” Yunho cringed. How did he let this happen?

“Come up in a bit my dear. Dinners almost ready.” She instructs with a strain of sweetness in her tone. Yunho’s stomach dropped at the thought of what he had just indulged in. “Of course.” He agreed, leaning to kiss the woman. The woman he loved, and loved dearly. She gave him a little wink before climbing the stairs.

Yunho huffs in disappointment, eyes sweeping the workbench. He inhales deeply, picking up the tape player and slamming it to the ground. He watches as it sustains minimal damage, angered and a bit annoyed. He’s quick to bring down a heavy foot, stomping and brutally crushing the player, tape and all.

“I love my wife.” He said calmly as he cleared his throat and made up way back up the stairs.

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Yoooo sorry if this sucks ass. I just have ideas like this and no one to tell me no. Love you bye! 💕💕

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Carry Me - Kim Taehyung

A/N: Happy birthday @taeandpuppies

W/C: 1.1K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: “Can you carry me to the bed?”

Warnings: Fluff, mention of a spider, cuteness.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

The sun was just starting to set, and the orange glow was slowly filling the room from the large window in the living room, the back door to the backyard was open allowing a cool breeze to fill the room and cool the room down, you and Taehyung were on the couch together with a film playing on the television screen, and you could hear Yeontan barking at something outside, you and Taehyung look at each other before standing from the couch, deciding you should inspect what the commotion was about.

“I hope it’s nothing serious or dangerous,” You say as you exit the house and push your glasses up as they feel like they are slipping off, Taehyung right behind you. You both pause as you see the tiny dog jumping next to a dried leaf that is stuck in the grass and barking at it.

“Well, it’s nothing dangerous,” Taehyung says. “I hope a leaf isn’t dangerous,” You chuckle and move closer to the Yeontan, you bend down and reach for the leaf, only for Yeontan to bark more and jump a little more. “What’s going on baby?” Your eyes suddenly catch something moving next to the leaf.

“OH MY GOSH!” You scream, your heart racing as you pull your hand away from the leaf and instead pick Yeontan up before taking big steps towards the house. “Oh, my fucking gosh, inside, now, inside, inside!” Taehyung could see the panic in your eyes as you practically jogged towards him before moving past him. “It’s not for the leaf, Tae!” Taehyung quickly spins around and follows you inside.

“What, what was it?” He asks as you both enter the house hastily, he shuts the door, even locking it. “Do we need to call for help?” You put Yeontan down on the floor before placing your hand on top of the countertop in the kitchen and moving your other hand to your chest. “Angel, talk to me, please, what is it?” His voice is thick with concern, you lift your head as you take in slow deep breaths to calm yourself.

“It was a giant spider, Tae…” You quietly say, you watch as the concern on his face turns into horror, his eyes widen and his lips part. “That’s what he was barking at…” He quickly rushes towards Yeontan, which causes him to run away from Taehyung, quickly believing it is now a game of catch.

“Tan, are you okay?!” He asks as he continues to follow Yeontan through the kitchen and into the living room, Yeontan happily moves and stays just out of Taehyung’s reach. “Tannie!” You slowly turn and watch as they move around the couch, with the ending credits to the movie now rolling.

“Tae, Tae, Tae…” You call out before making your way into the living room and grabbing onto his shoulders to stop him from going after Yeontan. “As much as he loves the game right now, you’re not loving it,” He looks at the ground as Yeontan waits at the end of the couch for him to chase him some more. “He looks fine, it doesn’t look like he got bitten, besides, we would have noticed it if it did happen,” He lifts his head to look at you and slowly nods his head, realising by now you would have seen signs, you would have heard it also.

“You’re right…” He says and moves his hands to your waist, his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you against him, into a tight hug, your arms automatically wrap around him, one of your hands moving to the back of his head to hold him. “How bad did it look?” He feels you shiver against him before he pulls back from the hug, keeping his arms around you loosely. “That horrifying?”

“It looked so scary,” You mumble as you release him from the hug, you sit down on the couch and slouch onto it, suddenly feeling exhausted after the events that just happened. “I feel so tired right now, those things can really suck the energy out of you when you see them!” Taehyung sits down next to you, nodding his head in agreement.

“I didn’t even see it, but I feel tired…” He mumbles, Yeontan approaches you both and presses his cold nose against Taehyung’s leg, causing him to jump and yelp. “OH MY!” You couldn’t help but laugh at it. “It’s not funny, I thought it was the spider…” You shake your head as Yeontan begins licking his leg.

“Well… you locked it outside, hopefully it won’t come inside,” You say and sit upright to glance towards the door that was shut and locked just to make sure. “Otherwise we just surrender the house to it and move somewhere else,” Taehyung nods his head as you lean back against the couch. “Can I ask a favour of you?” The couch shakes slightly as he turns himself to fully face you.

“Hmm?” He hums as he pats the spot between you and him, signalling for Yeontan to jump up and lay between you both. “Anything, what do you need, sugar water for the shock?” You shake your head, softly chuckling.

“No, no, no need for that…” You say before taking in a deep breath. Yeontan jumps onto the couch and quickly makes himself comfortable between you both. “Although, I’m gonna feel bad for asking this, but… can you carry me to the bed?” You lift your arms tiredly and look at him with a tired smile on your lips.

“That really took all of your energy…” He slowly says. You nod your head before lowering your hands and moving one hand to the top of Yeontan’s head to gently scratch him. “Let me go prepare the bed for us then, open it for us and get the television set up there, and then I’ll come and get you, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he gets up and makes his way towards the bedroom.

“Your dad is such a catch, honestly, Tannie…” You say as you gently pet the top of his head. “Really… but you, on the other hand, you’re going to give us both a heart attack, don’t go near those things…” He lowers his head and shuts his eyes. “They’re scary, how are you not scared…” You pet down his body before closing your eyes and taking in slow deep breaths, slowly feeling yourself falling asleep on the couch, your neck would surely be sore tomorrow morning with the position you were in. “Tae…?” You could feel yourself being moved before something soft hit your back, and you immediately knew you had reached the bed.

“Hmm, it’s just me, sleep, angel, I’m just going to fetch Tannie, and then we’ll join you,” He softly says, you hum tiredly, not opening your eyes at all, too tired to even try to open them. You were quickly drifting off when you felt the bed shake gently and a warm fluffy body laying down behind your legs near your thighs before you felt arms wrap around you. “Sleep well, angel,” He softly kisses your cheek and almost instantly you fall asleep.

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fake3yesopen · 18 days

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There's Not A Bad Thing Here Tonight (Jimin Fan Fic 🔞)

The lights in the hotel room were dim and golden, like the last rays of sunlight before evening became the night. Without them the wood-finished room would be completely dark, like the world when you close your eyes before dreaming.

"Whatever happens in here, I won't tell anybody. I won't say a word" I said.

"Good" he replied, with his characteristic smirk as he climbed over me eagerly, yet still gracefully, causing my heartbeat to accelerate. "Stay with me a little while".

I almost lost my breath as he hovered above me, his denim jacket brushing over my body. Is this a dream? I reached up and touched his hair, his neck, his face. His skin was warm, as if a fire was starting just underneath it.

"Oh my gosh..." I said breathlessly, trying not to hyperventilate as he lowered himself over me. I could now feel all his body heat and the hardness of his desire pressing firmly between my legs. I whined like a baby for it. "Please..."

"Sssh" he whispered, planting kisses along my neck and collar bone. His soft, plush lips were cool on my skin. I could've had a heart attack even as he handled me delicately, slipping his hands under my back, pressing so close that I could smell the expensive shampoo he used in his jet black, shiny hair. I wanted to lace my fingers through it and pull so badly! "Jimin-- wait, I--" I managed to say with a gasp.

He paused and looked down at me, peeling our bodies apart for just one moment.

"I'm a..."

"What's wrong baby?" He asked. Baby! He called me baby.... as if we were lovers and not strangers who just met hours ago at an exclusive night club! As if he had noticed me from the beginning....

"You're killing me" I said softly. I couldn't bare to tell him I was a virgin! That I had waited years just for him. I dreamed of his touch from afar, delusional and fully entranced by his charm and power on stage, in videos online, and now here he was, on top of me, with his erection pressing against my fully engorged clit. I always knew where he was going, what he was doing. I saved pictures, articles, and followed the news. I made fake friendships just to get a taste of the same air he breathed, the same streets he walked. I knew I had him when he recognized me in a crowd, because I was always there; I thought I was delusional when we locked eyes for a full 5 seconds... and then... at the nightclub, at the bar, our eyes met again, it was electric, a dream sequence... And now here I was with Jimin, in a hotel room, on a queen sized bed, in a nest of luxury blankets.

At first he looked a little confused, but then his expression melted into a boyish smirk of mischief and sweetness all mixed together.

"Do you... want to stop?" He asked. His sweet voice and cute accent sent chills all over my body. ASMR on steroids!

"No! Not at all!" I cried out. "Kiss me" I said more softly now, and I put my hands on his hips. He leaned in and quickly, pressed his lips against mine as if only a thread of civility held him back from devouring me alive. He kissed me passionately and I felt myself get so wet it was dripping and soaking my shorts. He held me down as we kissed and I could barely contain my lust. In just a minute the sheet under me was wet with the nectar of my desire for this otherworldly man!

A surge of boldness cut through me and I shifted my hands from his hips to the waistband of his leather pants. His breath hitched and I felt him buck slightly as my fingers moved to undo the button and zipper.

How could this man go from sweet and angelic "mochi" as fans so lovingly called him to now giving off the aura of an animal on the verge of losing its taming? So quickly! His breathing got heavy, and he spoke to me in a lower voice- Half whisper, half growl-

"Tell me when you're ready, baby. Tell me when you want it"

"I'm--" "Please don't tease me. It hurts" he said. It was almost a whimper, almost begging, so I nearly lost my mind- I bit my lower lip and started with the button. Was I really driving him this crazy? Were we so in-sync right now?

He suddenly anchored his knees on either side of me, and with his strong hands pulled my shorts off, sliding them off my legs and placing them besides us on the bed neatly. He parted my thighs and then pulled off my shirt and bralette. I gasped as the cool air slid over my naked skin. He grasped my breasts in each hand and exhaled shakily.

My eyes traveled along his perfect, though still clothed body and met the protrusion of his manhood through his black leather pants. He was almost shy-- not meeting my eyes as I began to push his jacket off. He helped me get him out of his silky white tee shirt and finally, he pushed me down to then take off his pants and boxers himself so that he was now totally naked and glowing beautifully above me. His trim, sexy body was like something out of a dream.

"Are you cold?" He asked me. I was shivering a little, but more so from being too horny and nerve-wrecked than from being cold! Before I could answer, he pulled the blanket over us, containing us in a soft chrysalis of desire. We kissed some more. His body was warm against mine, and I loved the feeling of him pressing down on my tits. His hands traveled everywhere. My shoulders, arms, my waist, he slid his hands up from my waist to my tits, and under my arms to lift me up into his lap. We were now sitting up, naked together, facing each other, kissing, touching each other, his hard cock was pressing against my clit and I was already moaning into our kiss, into his neck and chest. His self control in this heady, dreamlike foreplay was so strong that it turned me on even more.

We shifted in the bed, free of the blanket, laying together at the opposite end of the bed. I planted kisses along his upper body, lower and lower until I kissed his tip, teasing him with my lips. He gasped and for just a second grabbed my hair, but stopped, reigning in that self control again, waiting for my next move. For my permission.

Then I rolled away playfully and he pulled me back to him and returned the favor. Planting kisses down the middle of my body, down my belly, to the outer lips of my pussy. My mind was spinning. He paused and came up. We kissed again, exchanging a second set of juices.

Then, moving together as one as if we were water, we found ourselves back in the proper position on the bed, our heads at the pillows, and he was on top of me once more. I felt his precum dripping down onto my pussy and slipping down my slit. I moaned slightly, needing him more and more. I was throbbing now, and feeling sharp waves and bolts of arousal shocking through my lower abdomen. I was getting all wet again. Please just take me now! I thought.

"Tell me" he whispered in my ear, "when you want it"

"I need it. Now" I whined, holding him close to me, skin to skin.

"Please... I want it!"

"Say my name" he said. "I want you to call me my name, it's okay"

"Jimin!" I moaned. "You can do what you want to me!" I inhaled sharply as he slid it inside me, gently at first, as if I were a delicate flower he did not want to crush.

At first it hurt just a little, but years of fantasizing about this very moment and gratifying those daydreams with my own fingers, prepared me. He must have noticed me wince slightly so he slowed down, and made eye contact with me, with a gaze so gentle and protective that I could fall in love with him 1000 times over.

"It's alright," he said. "Tell me when to stop"

"Don't stop. Keep going" I replied, holding him tighter, my legs locked around his waist, my arms wrapped tightly around him. His thrust deepened and became more aggressive as he slightly lost control, holding back moans of pleasure and gripping my wrists, holding my hands firmly against the soft hotel mattress. I didn't want it to end. Ever. Forever you and I, the lyrics whirled around my head like ice in stirred wine. I accepted my fate, that from this night on, I would be delusional forever.

"Ride me" he whispered in my ear. His voice was strained and dripping with need. I obeyed as if on instinct. We swapped and I was now on top of him, and he was inside me, hard and hot. He looked so satisfied, his lips were parted as he exhaled, eyes full of wonder and anticipation. I began to ride him. My eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook me and I began to moan softly. I'm riding Jimin. I'm riding Park Jimin. Holy--- I was getting close. It was hitting the right spot now!

He put his hands on my hips and closed his eyes, moaning as I rode his cock over and over again, then angled myself forward so that our bodies slid against each other each time I dropped on it. We were both moaning in pleasure now, moving in a rhythm that was primal, I swear the friction could light a fire!

"Don't stop!" He said, his expression now all screwed up, as if he was in pain, but it was just the full intensity of the pleasure! I will never forget his face in this moment, a slave to passion! "Just like that baby, I love it!" He was now crying out in Korean, and even though I didn't understand what he was saying, it was driving me crazy, so crazy that I felt my whole body convulse, womb contract, I creamed, copiously, and sighed with such contentment that I felt like I was on a cloud in the heavens.

Just as I pulled myself off him he ejaculated hard, and it shot all over my pussy and thighs. I moaned loud and apologized in my mind to the hotel staff who would later have to clean up the crime scene of our love-making!

"Ohhh Jimin!" I cried, panting, looking down at the glaze coating my skin, how it caught the golden light of the dim lamps on the nightstand. Both of us were shining with the proof of our simultaneous satisfaction. Sticky, we both got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, into the shower, still dazed, stupefied and almost drunk with the afterglow of what happened, huddled together under the jet of warm, massaging water spouting from the shower head. It was quick, the shower together. In no time we were both plush in baby-soft, off-white towels and then cozy bathrobes. We laughed together about nothing in particular, which was the true intimacy, and hugged in the kitchenette, leaning against the countertops.

We were all wet hair with little diamonds of water glittering like stars, our bodies contrasting like the layers of a red velvet cake; a delectable treat for the senses. But I knew at some point the dreamy moment had to come to an end. This will break me, I thought. I wanted to stay in the moment forever. I didn't want to wake from such a perfect dream.

"I..." he started. I paused to look up at him and listen intently. "Call someone to drive you home?" he said, cupping my face in both his hands as I looked up into his sad, gentle eyes. I nodded in response. "Tonight, I really enjoyed it"

"I enjoyed it too" I said, feeling an intense wave of an emotion I had no name for. Was it longing for that which was slipping away? Was it mourning for the end of the dream? Was it the eternal joy of what was to become a memory being mine, and mine alone? It was the feeling you feel when a perfect dream is ending and you know it will be gone forever, yet cherished more intensely, varnished by the idyllic polish of passed time and nostalgia.

"You're truly amazing. Everything about you" I said, hugging him tighter.

"Don't say that" he said shyly, with light laughter. "I'm just me"

"And so cute" I pressed my cheek against his chest and breathed him in one last time. He let me linger there for a few beautiful seconds before we parted.

We both dressed silently, back into the clothes we wore when we met at the club. It's like we had pressed the rewind button on Time, and the dream sequence concluded with a recap of its beginning. He made some calls on one of his 2 cellphones while I took mine out of my purse to check the time. Had 2 hours really passed since....? It felt like such a short and such a long time, all at once.

Then it was like we had never met. We were both quiet, faces quite solemn. We exited the room and the building separately. He checked us out at the concierge desk while I waited in the hotel vestibule, watching through 2 layers of glass doors. The effect was like watching another world through a portal of water. I smiled slightly, and touched the glass, saying a silent goodbye to that other world. Its warm colors had become even warmer in my mind as the night became a memory. For just a moment he turned around and saw me watching him, and to my shock, he smiled, smiled for real with his eyes and all. His gaze bore right into me, seeing beyond my eyes and into the place in my heart and in my psyche where only he had gone. Where only he had touched. The first and the last. The unbeatable standard.. It was just like when we locked eyes at his concert. I was a drop in a sea of faces and yet, there were his eyes, traveling a universe into mine. And that was the most powerful goodbye I had ever received in my life.

I got into the dark, tinted-window car he hailed for me. I had on a black mask and a hood on.

Sunglasses on despite the dark of the night, Jimin silently opened the door for me, quickly, and I got in. My cab pulled away just as Jimin himself disappeared into a separate black car. I was smiling, eyes closed in the back of the car, thinking of nothing but that wordless goodbye, those dark eyes full of night sky mystery, the languid way with which he had turned away. I opened my eyes and the whole world seemed to be so beautiful. So perfect. Life a never-ending gift.

The night; pregnant with possibilities, stories and the brightest star, streetlights shining colorfully through the windows. The sleekness of the interior of the car and the marvel of the angular buildings of the city outside, so beautiful, so familiar, yet unique to Now. The driver's hands on the steering wheel. The AC blasting, waking me from the daze that I kept falling into on loop, and even though I expected, even wanted my Jimin to at some point forget me, forget this night, all I could about think was his voice when he said, "stay with me a little while", like a song on repeat...

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#Jimin fan fic #Jimin #Jimin fan fiction #Jimin smut #Sexy jimin

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harlowtales · 5 months

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Y/N has a chance meeting with Jack and his friends and it’s just the beginning

PART 1

18+ Adult Themes | Romance

You were in Kentucky on business when a well dressed big and tall man with dreadlocks approached you as you were looking at the menu at Ceviche, a high end restaurant and favourite spot to Jack Harlow and his crew The Homies.

“You always be looking so fine all alone?” The man asked

“Who wants to know?” You countered coyly. He sure had some nerve coming up to you and you kind of liked it.

“Name’s Quiiso. You can call me Quiis if you want.” He said extending his hand for you to introduce yourself.

“Y/N” you said sizing him up as he took a little too long to release your hand.

“You obviously from out of town because you have a different look about you. He said in the local smooth southern drawl.

“I am not from here you are correct Mr. Quiiso.” You said formally and took a sip of your margarita

“Margarita’s at lunch? Where’s the after party?” He asked “May I sit?”

“Quiiso, I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but…” You started to explain but he cut you off as he felt rejected.

“Say less. Have a nice day.” He said and excused himself from your presence. All the Homies came in and they grabbed a booth in the back of the restaurant. You recognized all of them and knew exactly who he was. In playing it cool, you were concerned you had turned him off. You went to the bathroom to practice what you were going to say to fix the situation and the bad impression you left.

When you walked back to your table Jack Harlow was sitting in your spot. You froze.

“You can’t give my man a chance?” He asked as he relaxed in your chair.

“Um…my gosh. THE Jack Harlow?” You said after your mouth stopped hanging open.

“I am him.” He said with a grin as if he were some god.

“I came off rude, I was just shocked is all.” You explained. “Tell Quiiso I’m sorry.”

“I ain’t nobody’s messenger pigeon. Tell him yourself. We’re in the back booth.” And with that he went back to his crew.

You stood there for a moment gathering courage and walked up to a booth of about 10 guys just staring at you. This could go horribly wrong. “Hi Quiiso…I…I didn’t mean you couldn’t sit with me. I just..I…you’re welcome to come and chat for a bit at my table is what I mean. Only if you want to, and I would understand if you didn’t…but you can.” You were nervous and fumbling your words but it worked. It worked on everyone. They all looked at Quiiso.

“I have a better Idea” Jack said “We got room for one more right fellas?” They all nodded yes “Grab your plate and come on over.”

“Ok sure!” You said happily. All the awkwardness left you as they all seemed friendly. You returned to their table and sat next to Quiiso. He smelled amazing and was dressed in a shirt and tie.

“What’s the occasion? Everyone all dressed up?” You asked

“Celebrating a win that’s all.” Quiiso said “My project just dropped and doing numbers so I felt like celebrating. Did you listen to it?” He asked you

“What Lemon Peel? Um YES.” You answered with just the right amount of attitude and the table went nuts.

“Ohhhhh shit! She’s a real one!!” They said as they erupted in cheers for you. It was embarrassing but sweet.

You had the best time with them chatting taking selfies. Your friends were not going to believe this!

“Listen Y/N” Urban said “We’re having a game night at Jack’s place you should come by.”

“I’m alone in town I don’t think so but thanks for the invite.” You politely declined.

“We don’t bite. We get out old fashioned board games and just have fun. Other girls will be there too if that’s what you’re worried about.” Shane said

“Oh well that sounds like fun actually!” You said as he convinced you. As you were a few margaritas in you accepted the invitation a bit too loudly. A few of them tried to hide chuckling.

“Man good one Quiis baby. She’s cute. Real cute.” Jack said patting his friend on the back as you were due at other meetings for work and excused yourself.

“Yeah man you want help with that?” Urban asked

“Maybe” Quiiso said with a slight grin “Let the games begin fellas”. He watched your ass in your skirt as you walked away.

@okaaay-mice @ride4harlow @itsyagirljaz

#jack harlow #fanfic #romance #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x reader

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lipglossanon · 8 months

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DON'T YOU EVEN GET ME STARTED. Like, Mother Gloss, c’mon- like I’ve been wanting to send in an ask about reader giving sweet!stepdad head for such a long time OH MY GOODDDDDD-

Just think about the very first time reader tries to give Leon a blowjob, and the man is still very much struggling with thoughts that he doesn’t deserve purely selfish acts of pleasure (which isn’t true in the slightest, he finds out later when his fingers discover the soaked stated of their panties). I think in canon this could be supported by maybe the addition that reader’s mother didn’t really do all that much for him in the bedroom, and mans has a bad track record with romantic partners in general, (god though ada is so fuckin hot), so he’s not really used to being pampered. Or, really having his base needs met outside of the act of sex itself. It's pretty visible that Leon's character is one that's left always wanting more, yk? I can see that lonely, sad little dork savoring every time fingers are carded through his hair, and every time his cheek is kissed he feels an almost stinging tingle of the presence it’s left behind on his skin for a few minutes. Touch starved!leon anyways-

All of this to say that he would absolutely be stammering the first time they guided him to sit down on the catch with a glint in their eye, swiftly moving to get on their knees in front of him. Of course he could blame his blush on the (rapidly fading) summer heat and of course he could blame his being flustered on the fact that this is really taking place in the middle of their day, but would the reader really help it? No, we all float down here, Georgie, and we’re all sexually rabid for men that will never exist. In this essay I will-

“B-baby you don’t really need to-” Leon’s usually sultry voice was knocked off its pedestal, each word being wavered by a nervous laugh that seemed to persist through his talking. There was almost a nervous quivering underneath.

“I want to, so bad, please?” And how could he really argue with that? So here Leon is, having only a few awkward or maybe one or two sultry blowjobs; seeing the person he has loved the most in his life enthusiastically sucking his cock? Leon feels like he's going to explode. The reader’s fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, god how are their fingers so nimble- next thing he knows, there’s this wet, suckling heaven around his sensitive head. And reader, being so mischievous, decided not to pace themselves! Wow, what a surprise. Anyways, Leon feels this wet heat that just gets tighter and tighter around his cock as their lips slowly make as close as they initially can to the base, before moving to come back up. He thought they were sucking hard before? At this point, this poor man was convinced that you were trying to steal his soul.

Leon S. Kennedy was never so embarrassed in his life. In around a minute flat you had managed to make him cum, he tries to salvage this in any way he can with a snarky quip or maybe just an opening to conversation, but nothing comes forth. He’s just so caught off guard and vulnerable that at this point he doesn’t truly know what to do, but he doesn’t have to worry much as the reader decided to perch themselves on his lap and start making out with him.

Anyways stop inspiring me. I want to do a prompt over now ;-; But how are you holding up!! I hope this makes up for my absence, and if it doesn’t, expect much more >:) !!! but also expect more anyways lol. I wrote this very zooted on the za, very late, very tired. I’m going to sleep. Mwah mwah to you and the blog, every time you write you eat and leave no crumbs

Ahhhh!! 🙈 🙈 thank you so much!! 🤭

And oh my gosh, yes!! 👏 👏 😤 I’m totally with you! I think he’s touch starved and like wants a meaningful connection but has a hard time letting his guard down so covers it up with snarky little one liners or like tries to play it all Mr. Cool when he’s just this cute little dork who needs the sloppiest head imaginable and then rode until he’s babbling complete nonsense 😌

But yessss sweet stepdad would cum so fast the first time you sucked him off; he’s just so overwhelmed especially when you’re moaning and whining almost as loud as him 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

Haha I’ll never stop 😈 😆 and I’m holding up well! 🥰 I hope you’re doing amazingly and I can’t wait to see what you have in store 👀 👀

😘 😘

#ask box #unmotivated furby mother #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy

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ladyelissarose · 11 months

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‘Caught In 🕸 Web’

Warnings; mentions of sex but nothing happens, kinda funny on some parts ngl.. enjoy :) oh and I have the translations for the Spanish words in parenthesis.

‘Connections N’ Suspicions’ 🔎

Chapter 2

Peter B.’s POV

Let’s do this- one last time. My name is Peter B. Parker, and I come from universe 616. I am a father of my precious little girl MayDay, Miles Morales’ mentor, and Miguel O’Hara’s best friend-

“Stop calling me your ‘best friend’ Peter. Everyone knows it’s the LEGO Spider-Man from Earth-13122.”

The grunting voice of Miguel spoke these words as he messed with the screens in front of him, I stood behind him unannounced- until now.

‘Well crap, excuse me Mr.Grumpy tortilla chip. Oh- That’s literally how he’s shaped by the way, broad shoulders and an itsy-bitsy spider waste.’

I rested my hands inside MayDay’s baby carrier strapped on me as I half apologized,

“My bad, my bad. Don’t body slam me now-“

“What do you want Peter? I didn’t call you in- where’s MayDay?”

I awed under my breath at Miguel asking for MayDay, I knew he had a special place for my kid, and I didn’t let it slip when I questioned,

“Aww do you miss MayDay?”

His shoulders suddenly tensed when his head turned to the side, showing my his frown and his oddly perfect side profile.

‘Like why does he look so good- why can’t my nose be shaped like his?-‘

“No. I just don’t want her crawling around and pressing a button that can get her somewhere else. Es peligroso.” (It’s dangerous)

I scoffed at his Spanish. But understood his English and what he meant.

“Nah don’t worry Miggy, she’s home with her mommy today. Something about her teething?”

For some reason his expression softened and he nodded. But I must remember, at some point he knew what it was like to have little kid. He then trudged towards me and was about to say something until Lyla appeared and bugged him with questions,

“Aren’t you going to tell him?”

Miguel’s mouth went shut but he held a scowl of annoyance as he responded,

“Que?” (What?)

“Well didn’t you have a plan that I and Jess suggested to you?”

The mechanical gears in his head could be seen working hard as he bit his lip and rested his hands on his hips. Lyla glitched and appeared in front of his face and pushed on,

“Come on! You remember. Be a big nice boy and-“

“I’m not a boy. Soy un hombre.” (I’m a man)

“Then say it!”

I couldn’t help but be seriously anxious now to know what was the big deal,

“Uh, excuse me, what’s this all about- woah!”

Lyla popped in front of my face as she beamed,

“Miguel wants you to on a mission with him to Earth-2055-“

“Lyla!! Ayy mierda. (Oh fuck) I could’ve said it- but thank you.”

‘What!? No way!!!’

I got all warm inside which demonstrated my excited as I gasped,

“No way!! No- Gosh that’s incredible! I have to tell-“

“No one. You tell absolutely no one, Peter. If not you can’t come-“

Waving my hands around I pleaded,

“No no no!! I’ll control myself, promise. Sooo… when do we go?”

Miguel straightened his back and sighed once he gave me a one over with his annoying reddish brown eyes,

“El es ridiculo (He is ridiculous)… Once you take off those slippers and that baby carrier, we can go. Vamos.”

‘Vamos? What’s that? Is that a bad word or a compliment? Maybe a compliment… I knew he was a softie-‘

“Vamos Peter!-“ (let’s go!)

“English Miguel!”

“Let’s go! Hurry up! There’s your English!”

“But which is it?-“

He then stood completely still, to which I mirrored as I heard him grunt lowly,

“Peter. Move.”

‘Crap… his eyes are getting redder.. yeah I should shut up and move.’

“Ok ok. My bad.”

Miguel pointed towards a corner to where he wanted me to leave my stuff, and where he had an extra pair of tennis shoes.

‘Oh! There they are! I guess I forgot them here when I took Jess’ slippers.’

Miguel had already opened the portal and muttered,

“Carry your shoes.”

The bright colors and hexagonal shapes of red to blue and orange and- basically all the cool attractive colors, shone around giving us the open way to move on, unto another universe no one (not even Miguel) has tired to enter, because it was perfect.

But I wonder why at this point, it wasn’t perfect all of a sudden? What about this perfect world, needed our troubled selves involved in it? Miguel seemed insistent about it, so it must be something heavy.

‘Hopefully this doesn’t turn to crap.’

Carla’s POV

“Sir please! I just begging you this one night for free! I did all your files- Peter even doubled check all your appointments and they’re in order. For what other reason could you possibly need me sir?”

I begged like a pathetic, almost on my knees ‘for once’ in front of my boss, hoping he’d give me the free night I needed today.

I promised my boyfriend that I’d go on a date with him tonight, and give him the entire moment he needed for me to make up for the past 2 dates I’ve missed.

Yes, it’s not like I missed 10, it was just 2 and he acted like he needed my attention and reassurance that I wanted this relationship to work. Which I did, at least I think I do. He’s nice most of the time, the sex was pretty good- maybe he sucked at aftercare because he’d be on his phone seconds after, but at least he’d stay the night anyways.

He usually came to night parties my boss threw that I had to host, Nelson stuck to my side like glue and made me feel protected but annoyed when I couldn’t talk to others.

But oddly enough I wasn’t allowed to go to his model parties and get-togethers he and his other fashion friends had. I guess that’s because I’d always have a terrible schedule and can barely make it, he wouldn’t want to be embarrassed with an ‘always late girlfriend’.

Anyways! Goodness I’m always getting off track- now I’m here as I had once mentioned, begging my boss for a free night.

“You don’t understand. It’s very important to me-“

“You know.. you’ve been pretty off lately.. Miss Ferrari.”

My boss ticked his pen between his teeth, after he commented my off behavior. Yes, I know I’ve been a little different lately… like hearing everyone’s voice out loud in my head including mine, or not fitting into my checkered skirts as easily anymore- oh and craziest of all, I caught a large man in my hands before he could fall down the stairs (and he was like 6ft tall and probably weighing like a linebacker from the Cowboys!) but.. regardless of how much I’ve been going crazy, I couldn’t let it show. Taking a deep breath I replied confidently,

“I’ve been working everyday.. How’s that an off day?”

Get it? I never get a day off! But I internally smacked myself when he mocked me and replied,

“Clever girl… but no. You don’t seem as slim as before, your mind seems to be everywhere but no where at once, and for the past two days you walk in with my paperwork stuck to your palms to the point where we have to wet it off. Now, I don’t need my BEST assistant failing-“

Panic settled in me thinking he was about to fire me, but he added what made me chill out,

“- so I GUESS… I’ll give you the day.. if not two days.. recuperate a bit then come back slimmer and with a much sharper mind. And if that doesn’t cut it for you.. you’re out.”

I straightened up, nodded once, and responded in a single breath,

“Thank you boss, have a good day.”

It didn’t take long until I was running out, with my bag in one hand and my heels in the other, trying to run my way home, thinking to myself,

‘Is it true I’ve gained weight all of a sudden- but I hardly eat- ooo.. maybe that’s why. Maybe I have.. which is why I couldn’t fit into that skirt this morning.. hmm.. I thought I hit puberty long ago? Why am I experiencing these weird feelings? I should ask Peter- oh I need to call him and let him know work is off for the day!!!’

Like a crazy woman I shuffled in my bag and pulled out my phone, pressing onto the crosswalk button while clicking his name on my screen. People gathered around me as I heard the ring carry its sound into my ear, and letting my head know that Peter wasn’t picking up my call.

I stared up ahead and waited for the sign to turn white as my bare feet tapped the pavement with a beat, even if I wanted to cross on a red, I couldn’t, the traffic was pretty heavy. I calculated the time from when it was stopped for us and when the direction would change, and thankfully it was soon, maybe that incoming bus would be the last then it’ll switch.

‘Come on bus, pass then it’s our turn- OH GOD-‘

Miguel’s POV

"Oh my goodness!-"

"Oof!"

"God- sir you ok?"

I looked towards the sound I heard of a fast bypassing bus. My heart sat in my throat as my soul flew back into me.

'What the hell... I barely missed it.'

I had barely missed it. If I had kept on walking the realistic possibility would of been that I could've been hit by the stupid bus.

The softest tap was then felt on my back, very delicate but I caught it, making me turn towards the touch. I was met with the brightest doe eyes that looked afraid and concerned. Her lips were slightly apart before she bit her bottom lip then asked sweetly,

"Are you ok?"

I felt the air be constructed in my lungs at her tenderness, she looked genuinely sincere. I hadn't had a sweet touch or look from someone else directed to me ever sense my daughter, Gabriela. I blinked twice getting a hold of myself before I mustered out,

"Uh- yes. Gracia- thank you. I wasn't.. paying attention?"

The lightest scoff left her lips with a cute lopsided smile,

"I believe so. Just pay attention next time-"

RIIIIING RIIIIIING!!!

Her smile dropped immediately at the sound of her phone ringing. She picked it up and sighed dramatically to me as if I was her little buddy,

"It's my bestie. Be safe out there stranger!- Carl! H-Hey--"

Her smile and voice faded out as she ran across the street once the crosswalk sign deemed it ok. Her hair jumped around as her feet smacked loudly yet smoothly against the pavement.

She was definitely a sight to behold all together. I was left a little struck from our little encounter, she looked familiar but I couldn’t point it out quite yet, but it was enough to snap me awake and keep me now focused.

My ultimate goal was to find Peter C. anyways, I just wondered where he could be, or what he does. He's not a high schooler or in college anymore, so I’d definitely not find him there. That was until Peter B. called me on our burner cells,

“Miguel.. I found him.”

I felt a rush of adrenaline as I started waking down the street and listening on,

“He’s on the phone with a girl named Carla- because he keeps calling her that.. then he let her know that he’d be out and about in the city. So currently he’s at Central Park, but he’s heading towards the shops.”

‘Perfect target… now if we could only lure him towards us… but what attracts him? I don’t really know what kind of a Spider-Man he is- bingo!’

An idea clicked in my head (hopefully a good one) He was Spider-Man.. what could get him to us if we don’t attract him with something that catches his attention?

I then explained to Peter B. exactly what we would do, he seemed hesitant at first, but I stupidly promised him more missions with me so of course he said ‘yes’.

“Sounds like a deal Miggy, let’s do this.”

‘Ayyy coño..’ (ahhh fuck)

I groaned under my breath and already regretted promising what I promised, but anyways.. I replied,

“Onward.”

Peter C.’s POV

So it turns out that Carla got the day off, meaning I do too! And with that said, I was going to be out and about the city, getting some fresh air and keeping an eye out of course, I couldn’t stay home because Carla was going to have her boyfriend over, and I like to give them as much privacy as possible.

I was also planning a date with MJ for the weekend, and I wanted to wear something carefree and not too loud, so I headed towards the shops to pick something out.

During my walk I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t help but feel an after effect of what happened between Carla and I.. that little shock we had.

‘What the hell was even that? Why did it feel so electrically familiar but also foreign? Did she feel it too and not realize it? Is it my spider senses telling me something I should know about her? But she seems normal- nice and kind to all… she’s too busy too have a secret life beside being an assistant. I wish I had someone to help me out-‘

“Watch it bud-“

“Who are you calling bud, pal-“

“Who are you calling pal, friend-“

“Who are you calling friend, jackass!”

“Did you just call me a jackass!?!”

“Certainly did puta mierda!!!”

“English stranger!!”

Now that was the sound of two overgrown men arguing, their aggressiveness in it only progressing, who knows what they were arguing about anyways.

But it’s in my best interest that it stops before it gets worse. It was the perfect time to test my new gadget, that shapeshifts me into my suit without having to run and change.

“Come on now buddy- work like magic.”

With a single press to a button on my watch, it worked.

“Yes!-“

“Get out of my face you moron!-“

“I’m literally not touching or near you-“

“Don’t give a damn I have personal space of 10ft.”

Ok it’s definitely time to step into this alley where I hear the fight going off. But upon arriving the the alley where I heard the fight… no one was there at all… not even a sound anymore.

My heart dropped for a second before I felt the sense of someone behind me- no.. more than one. A tingling sensation crawled on me as I turned my head and shot a web towards where I thought they’d be.. but I was met with my web hitting the wall… and no one there. Chills creeped up my spine and I felt alone.. yet surrounded. Lonely like the moon yet the stars were around anyways? I let a breath of frustration out, as I still felt their heavy presence,

“Who’s there!?”

Clink!!

The sound of a metal bar rolling on the ground towards me got me on guard but paralyzed my feet as I saw a large figure walking towards me. He was bulky, tall- very tall, and his stride was confident and directed towards me. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what was about to come.

‘Alight buddy… let’s dance- wait who’s behind-‘

“OOF-“

BING!!

Peter B.’s POV

Ok I feel like crap for how hard I hit this kid in the head with the metal bat, like this super strength Spider-Man is legit knocked out. I poked his side with the end of my bat as I cringed at my own violence,

“Hey kid? You good?-“

“He’ll be fine. Pick him up and let’s go.”

I rolled my eyes and picked up the poor kid, almost dropping him instantly as I didn’t realize that his sorta skinny- yet built body was actually super heavy! I groaned and actually then dropped him back onto the floor, he literally landed on his face with his ass in the air, it was kinda funny making me giggle-

until Mr.FunSucker over here got all bossy and mean and started to fuss about me laughing and he was speaking in Spanish as usual. I could only stand there refusing to re-pickup this fellow of steel as Miguel ranted on,

“Por el amor de dios- eres un inutil!!” (For gods sake- you’re useless!)

I frowned at his words as I asked,

“What’s that supposed to mean Miguel? English- how can I help you if I can’t understand-“

“I said.. pick him up, Peter-“

I rolled my eyes and pointed to the kid with my foot while I tugged his side,

“He’s heavy Miguel! I can’t carry that kind of weight-“

“Yet you can carry the weight of every damn burger you eat at the cafeteria!!”

I gasped as I held my ‘dad belly’ as MJ liked to call it, I seriously felt offended by his words to be honest,

“Hey I burn many calories working out here-“

“Quizás tus células cerebrales también.” (Perhaps your brain cells too.)

I watched Miguel eye me with annoyance yet wear a smirk as I rolled my eyes sense I couldn’t understand him once again.

‘I really need Spanish lessons.. perhaps Miles can reach me.’

I then was about to suggest Miguel to carry him, when I noticed… he was gone.

“Holy crap-“

“You know, you two argue a lot- and why would you hit me with a metal bat!? That shit hurts like heck! I get I’m Spider-Man but damn! And what’s with the matching bracelets? Y’all of couple?”

Miguel and I stepped back as the supposed knocked out Spider-Man stood before us, holding my metal bat, and talking.

Miguel groaned and swore under his breath, as I, show I was harmless lifted my hands and explained,

“Listen first of all its cute you think we’re a couple-“

“It’s not cute Peter.-“

I ignored Miguel as I added,

“- but we need you to some with us.”

“Who are you two?”

Miguel pointed at us three as he replied,

“We’re all Spider-Man… and we need your help..”

Peter C.’s eyes went wide,

‘Alright maybe he gets us-‘

but they then squinted as he tilted his head to the side a bit,

“This doesn’t make sense… are you wearing suits under your clothes or what?”

‘Great! He doesn’t get it!’

Miguel growled a bit,

“Not exactly… but that’s why we need to talk to you-“

“Ok I’m not doing this here in an alley, they creep me out- time for night night.”

From his sleeve he pulled out a weird device and started flashing it before us, I could only sigh out my defeat before it all went black,

“Ohhh crap..”

BAM!!!

Miguel’s POV

I snapped awake at the sound of someone calling out to me, and from something hitting my head for the third time. I shook my head and was about to respond but that’s when I got hit in the head again, causing me to snap,

“Que te pasa! Ah! Coño!” (What’s wrong with you! Ah fuck!)

My eyes glowed as I grew irritated, when I saw a piece of concrete fall of my hair,

‘He seriously hasn’t been throwing pieces of that at me?-‘

"Who the hell are you??!"

Peter C. spoke loudly and with more authority than last time, causing a small flinch to the smallest bone in me (I could never be that scared of anyone)

I tired to pull at his webs around me but to say the least- they were pretty darn strong. Perks to being Spider-Man right? And then I noticed I had my suit on, he must of figured out the button for it.

‘Que sopresa.' (What a surprise)

I sighed heavily as he crawled on the wall then hung upside down in front of my face, like literally two inches away.

A canon event came to mind as it is known that almost every spider-man has their first kiss with their 'MJ' by hanging upside down. It made me chuckle lightly as I muttered,

"This isn't supposed to happen yet or like this. But it'll be interesting to see."

"To see what- what are you talking about?"

"Are you a good kisser cariño?" (Sweetheart)

He swung back a bit and scoffed with disgust, and was questioning himself… this meant I was distracting him. It gave me time to look around and see where we were, but I then remembered about my other Peter being around here, when I heard him yelp out like a damsel in freakin distress,

“Miguell!!! Hey buddy- kinda stuck here!!! It’s- ah! Super tight around me- I can’t breathe!!”

Good thing was Peter C.’s eyes went wide immediately as he panicked,

“Shoot! Sorry pal I just didn’t want you to escape- so I tied you up real tight- hang on I got you.”

But he still pointed at me and threatened,

“Don’t move at all! I’m coming over pal- hang on.”

‘Don’t move my ass- ugh! Shit.. these are pretty strong.’

Ok maybe this didn’t work out well… the webs were super tight and strong, unbelievably strong. So I tried something else next… my fangs. I always hated them at the start, thinking I looked terrifying with them.. or more specifically, I wondered if Gabriela would be scared of me if she had seen me like this.

‘Well let’s just use this for-‘

“I’m here!-“

Peter B. just suddenly burst into my face with his stupid smile making me gasp with my teeth mid way into the web.

“FU- Peter!?”

Both Peters then questioned at once,

“What?!”

‘Ok gotta be specific.’

I closed my eyes and said with a low tone,

“Peter B…. How the hell-“

“Tricked him… now we can talk to him. See?”

Peter B. showed off to me a now webbed you Peter C. sitting on the floor, maybe I hated him at times… but I was actually grateful right now.

“Fine.. now let me go.”

“Riiiiight, give me a sec Miggy.”

‘Ok I hate him again..’

Peter B.’s POV

Now we both stood in front of Peter C. (or what he told us to just call him ‘Carlos’ for now so we wouldn’t get mixed up between him and I) anyways Miguel had tried to explain the whole universal thingy and Carlos wasn’t just capturing it, I could see his frustration so I stepped in finally and told Miguel to hold on,

“Miguel… let me handle this.. yeah?”

Miguel sighed with defeat then rolled his eyes,

“Fine…”

Carlos shook his head in disbelief as I then went on to re-explain,

“Look, what Miguel is trying to say is-“

Carlos then busted out of the webs we had tied him down with as he worded everything we wanted him to know, leaving Miguel and I sorta stunned,

“-That you’re both from different universes and have come to mine… to tell me- excuse me, ‘warn’ me about something suspicious that’s been going on that you ‘think’ I don’t know about?”

Miguel let a deep frown of annoyance rest on his face as he replied with a dead tone,

“Yes. So do you know-“

Carlos awed loudly and ripped off his mask, taking a deep breath before interrupting with sarcasm yet information,

“Yesss! Of course I know! I had this weird thing happen to me the other day between Ca- a fr-friend and I!”

I caught his stutter of a name he was about to blurt out, but his young face of nervous caught my attention too,

‘What’s the name? Why are you so scared?’

I watched him fiddle with his hands as Miguel questioned,

“What exactly happened-“

Carlos lifted his hands up as he swore, his eyes going wide with his voice high pitched again, he was getting worried,

“Nothing did! O-Ok! Maybe it was just a little shock that happens when you’re staticky or something!!”

It wasn’t hard to tell that Miguel was getting frustrated, that Carlos wasn’t telling the truth, so that’s when I came in to calm the kid down before Miguel pulled a WWE on him. I approached him slowly as I called out,

“Listen buddy… we’ve all been through it. I know what you feel… like it’s familiar but it shouldn’t belong. And we’re here to help you understand that… it’s for your own safety and the safety of your universe.”

Carlos shifted on his feet and bit his lip nervously, I knew he wanted to say something, but was scared… so I went further as to make it clear.

“We know you’re best friend is worrying you… that little shock, it wasn’t anything.. it was more significant right?”

His eyes met Miguel’s before meeting mine, he nodded slowly and hesitated,

“Y-yeah.. but she’s not a bad person I swear! She’s the best human being on earth that deserves a break… she’s lost so much already.”

Miguel stiffened but his eyes softened a bit as he asked,

“What has ‘she’ lost Carlos?”

With a shrug and pout he replied,

“Everyone… her parents and loved ones at a tragic event. She grew up in the foster system and is now killing herself by living for her boss… it’s crazy.”

That is a crazy life… like a Spider-Man life, but she isn’t supposed to be one… if she already has Carlos and belongs in this universe- ohh nooo. I hope Miles’ story doesn’t repeat on this girl. Thoughts swirled around me as I eyed this poor kid,

‘What’s going on in this universe? How does this girl belong here then has something she isn’t supposed to? What went wrong? Did another spider come from somewhere else again? This story can’t repeat tho… too many things can go wrong again… if not worse..’

I could tell Miguel felt worried too, his hands were on his hips and his eyes were darting everywhere, not focusing as the questions hung around…

What the hell?

Clara’s POV

I laid next to my boyfriend body as I panted for air, after having spent the last 20 minutes with him, relieving my stress and trying to block out my million questions. Sweat covered me head to toe and the room smelled like sex all around, yet it didn’t feel right.

When I had gone out of my sorta high faze, I felt extremely lonely and useless. As Nelson laid with his back towards me with the ‘click click’ sounds being heard on his phone, I sighed sadly and tried to cuddle close to his skin feel some kind of warmth. I was about to also let me hand rest on his arm but as fast as I had barely touched it, it left as he abruptly sat up and stated,

“I’ll be in the shower, get some sleep.”

A pout made it to my lips as I watched him slip out from under my sheets and walk off, like nothing had happened. Like if I hadn’t given him my body or something more than ‘just sex’ that had just happened because he was my boyfriend. But no, he didn’t even spare me a glance as his eyes glued to his phone while he walked inside my restroom and closed the door behind him.

The minute I heard the shower go on, I cleaned myself up after using the other restroom, then I wrapped myself with my red robe, and walked towards the balcony of my apartment, needing fresh air to clear my head once again as I meditated on my life and the mistakes I kept on making but didn’t know how to quit.

Things also have been changing lately and I don’t know why, maybe I’m hitting a breaking point? Is that why I hear voices loudly in my head and feel paranoid about people being around me close and far? Always feeling like someone is on me or knowing when people are practically top of me?

My body has been acting strange too.. my fingers have been clinging onto everything I touch, from papers to my coffee mugs… and just this morning, I couldn’t take out a high heel that didn’t fit me anymore. I felt taller too?

It all made my head pound with uncertainties, so I chose to ignore it for a bit, and clear my head like I should do.

The city below me shined brightly as I glanced over my the gated fence, admiring its beauty that held so many different lives and such. The city was pretty quiet… and I couldn’t be more grateful that Spider-Man had kept it that way, It let me have a quiet night.

Spot’s POV

‘2055…. Such an interesting year.. maybe here I’ll find what I- ohhh ohhh nice..’

“Well what do we have here… hmph… she’s just what I need.”

I couldn’t help myself as I googlie-eyed my new interest and sudden sensation.

Carla Ferrari, a young charming woman who thinks she looks like the ugliest rat of New York City. Her hair flowed in the wind as she peeked at the bright city below, her beautiful face contorted with sadness as she let the tears fall from her chin.

I saw instantly like a flashback of her life… and how she was and how she treated herself- just… she definitely underestimated herself too much. But that’s what I liked about her… she was capable of so much, and didn’t even know about it- and who she really was, wasn’t known to anyone not even herself … but it will all be discovered soon… very very soon.

I just hoped I could take it before anyone else does… before even she did as well, have control to use her the way I needed.

#miguel ohara #miguel x reader fluff #migeul o'hara #miguel o’hara atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x oc #miguel o’hara angst #astv x reader #spiderman astv #astv x oc #caught in a web

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First Impressions of Animorphs!

I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.

Book 9: The Secret

You know how we have the mirror test for animals to test their self awareness? How do you reckon they'd react to a clone test. My cat Sadie hates all other cats, would she hate herself if I morphed her?

BITE HIS BALLS CASSIE

Oh my gosh Tobias hangs out at Rachel's watching tv or reading books? That's adorable

Sigh. I wish I lived near untouched wilderness. Not very common on our island

(Morphing a wolf) 'The rest of the morph continued. My knees reversed direction' APPLEGATE. Why. Why do you do this to me?

One of the things that got me into Animorphs was seeing someone's take on an Andalite. They mentioned that Andalite's are never described as having a humanoid torso, so their design lacked that. It was a really nice design. This book does mention Ax having a humanoid torso however. Shame

Not another Eusocial animal! Why wouldn't the exact same loss of identity happen like it did with ants?

I wonder if anyone has animated a morph. That'd be cool to see, the images on the books are freaky enough so in motion would be even cooler

This is a pretty shitty forcefield if it just stops at the ground. You could literally dig under it, no termite form needed. If the Yeerks had made this forcefield a sphere they would have been fine

Uh oh we definitely getting hypnotised by the termite queen

I always felt bad for queens of insect colonies, spending your entire life in a hole secreting eggs sounds like hell to me. But this passage is making me reconsider the idea, if the soldiers really were like slaves and controlled by the queen then it's as if the entire colony is actually the queen. One organism. Hmm

In this book, Cassie commits regicide!

One of these days you guys are going to get yourselves crushed by demorphing in an area too small that you can't destroy

Well that was a easy escape

'The colour of nature wasn't green. It was red. Blood red' damn that's hard

Oh god damn Tobias ate one of those baby skunks. That's surprisingly dark.

Think I've discovered how I'd fail as an Animorph. I would totally morph a cat and end up dozing off in a sunbeam past the two hour limit and being trapped as a cat forever. Not the worst way to live though

Cassie is apologizing to Jake but honestly Tobias deserves one too. You can't blame him for acting on his nature especially when he didn't know these were 'special' kits. And he just saved Cassie's butt. And is offering to help raise the skunk babies.

Has a suspicion Homer would get skunked this book. Someone had to, and he was mentioned earlier. Also weird to me that someone would just trust their dog to go home on their own

My first thought upon hearing this was Cassie was gonna straight up murder Farrand 😭

I mean I guess this Yeerk plan was pretty low stakes to begin with, just them trying to hunt the bandits, but this was a pretty pathetic fight. They give up because smell bad and would have to refit ship. I guess I've never smelt skunk spray though so I don't know how bad it is

Visser Three has lost pretty much all his menace by now

#animorphs #animorphs aloud #audio book #book #reading #books #the animorphs #first impressions

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Chapter 6: That's bold

Soulmate AU Soul Bond: They share talent Han x Fox (Red, female reader)

She came into town with her band to see her brother. She meets her favorite rap group. Han is her favorite. Han thinks she's copying him. He doesn't like her because of it.

Warnings: Cussing, drinks, killing(NO ONE DIES), sexual jokes, flirting, jealously, word hate is mentioned. This is kinda long. Sorry. Spelling errors are a thing.

Chan, Changbin, and Han all showed up at 8:30, the time Minho told them to get there. They got out and headed inside. They close the bar down until the show starts. It’ll open at 10 and then they’ll be done around 2am. They headed inside and all laughed at the scene. Fox had Jeongin on the dance floor with Woo and Luna, dancing to ‘Wiggle’ by Jason Derulo. Scarlet and Ivy were at the bar with Minho. Blue was giggling at something Felix was saying. “Where’s my baby boy?” Han turned and saw Bee and Taylor walking in. “Dance floor.” Blue yelled at the two. Seungmin walked in with Hyunjin. “Hey guys. Sorry about them. They’ve been worried about Innie all afternoon.” They all shook their head. “Honestly, we’ve all been a little worried.” Chan smiled sadly. “He’s okay now. But you three are needed over by the stage.” Blue smiled at the three and started pushing them to the stage.

Fox giggled as she got Jeongin doing a weird move. He was a little drunk from begging Blue for a few shots. They were dancing around when the door opened. In stepped to guys. Before Fox could take them both in, she heard Woo yell. “No fucking way.” And watched him almost tackle the two. “Woo, stop being crazy oh my gosh.” Scarlet yelled at him as she ran over to pull him away. The other two guys wrapped him into a hug. “Wait.” Luna grabbed Scarlets arm. “I wanna see how this plays out.” “I need to go get my ears checked.” Fox groaned. Woo dragged the two guys over to the girls and smiled. “Girls, this is Hongjoong and Mingi. We go way back.” Ivy couldn’t help but mock the way he said that. He glared at her. “Be nice.” Fox laughed at Ivy. “It’s nice to meet you all. Big fans.” They all looked at Hongjoong. “Wait, what did you say?” He laughed. “We’re big fans. I mean, not just because our bestie here is in the band. You girls are good. Amazing even.” Luna and Scarlet gave each other a high-five. “That means a lot. Thanks.” Fox smiled at him. “Hong, Ming. We need you up here.” Chan yelled. “That’s our cue. Ladies.” They smiled and walked to the stage, dragging Woo with them. “Noooo. Take me back to my girls.” He whined. “No. Keep him. He’s all yours.” Fox told the two dragging her best friend away. “Can we start dancing again? Before they turn the music off?” Jeongin asked Fox. She nodded and grabbed his hand.

Han couldn’t understand what everyone saw in her. She was nice yeah but something weird. No one’s that nice. Maybe he was just jealous. She came in and stole his two best friends. He didn’t get his Minho and Blue time today because of Fox. He didn’t like the way she could rap better than him. That made him want to fume. He’s worked so hard to get where he is and she walks in and steals the spot light. “Stop glaring.” Changbin whispered to Han. “I’m not.” Han told him. “If looks could kill, Fox would do dead right now.” Changbin chuckled. “Why do you not like her? You haven’t even talked to her. She’s really cool and I think you’d both get along.” Han shook his head. “No we wouldn’t.” “Okay, why do you hate her then? Again, you haven’t said a word to her and you’re her favorite rapper. She almost fainted when she found out you were Minho’s best friend.” Han looked at his friend. “I don’t even know. My gut is telling me there’s something wrong about her and it a strong feeling.” Changbin rolled his eyes. “Alright mister superstition.” Han smacked his arm. “You’re the one into that shit. I’m just saying somethings weird about her.” Changbin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, she could do so much better than have you as her favorite rapper.” He told Han as he walked away. Why did he hate her so much? Changbin was right. They hadn’t said a word to each other. She could rap better than him, she took his best friend away, and reds totally her favorite color. He made up his mind. He didn’t like her.

Soon the doors open and people were coming in. The group had moved to a booth by the bar so they could put all their stuff down. Blue was selling out drinks. “Need help?” Her coworker asked. “Isn’t it your off day?” She laughed. “Girl, I knew it was going to be crazy tonight and you don’t deserve to be walked over. You run this bar and I know you can handle it, but I don’t mind helping.” Blue smiled. “Get back here then. I need beers refilled already.” The coworker nodded and stripped out of her jacket and clocked in. “Hey Blue. Can I get six shots?” She smiled at Chan and poured them out. “Thank you.” She nodded at the boy and watched him take the tray to the boys. Fox was giggling with Ivy and Scarlet when Woo came over. “Oh look, the ex best friend is back.” Luna smiled. “Okay, I was their friend first.” She shook her head. “Traitor.” He pouted. Fox wrapped her arms around his waist. “I still love you Wooyoung.” He scrunched up his nose. “I’m Woo. Woo only.” The girls laughed. The show started and the small group was first. They were goofing off at the booth when Blue set shots in front of them. “Woo’s boyfriends told me to bring you guys shots for having to deal with him for this long.” Fox giggled. “He’s the best boyfriend they could ever have. To Woo’s boyfriends.” Fox laughed and held the shot up. Minho laughed at the group and sat next to Jeongin. “You okay baby boy?” He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Thank you guys.” “Of course. We all love you.” He nodded. “I know.” Soon Hongjoong and Mingi were getting on stage. The group got up and walked to the stage. They were half way through the set when they pulled Woo onto the stage. Hongjoong leaned into his ear. “Remember that rap you wrote and we loved it.” He nodded. “We want to perform it. With you.” He smiled. “Hold on.” They raised an eyebrow. He ran to the edge and grabbed Fox’s hand and drug her up the stairs. She laughed at him and followed him up. “She know it too?” Woo nodded and thanked the man with the microphones. Woo handed her the mic and smiled. “Ready.” Fox watched Woo’s face and took a deep breathe when she realized what he was about to make her do. She looked at Luna and Luna smiled, throwing up her thumbs. “You got this.” She said. Fox nodded and looked at Woo. “Ready.” He asked and she nodded. Here goes nothing. She started rapping with Woo. He smiled at her and nodded at her. She took a deep breathe and started rapping in her deep growl. Woo loved it when she did this. The other two joined in. The three waiting to go on watched the scene in front of them. “Holy shit. She’s amazing. He is too.” Chan mumbled. “Yeah yeah. She’s great.” Han walked towards the bar. “What’s wrong with him?” Chan asked Changbin. “He’s jealous of our Fox. Like super jealous. The rapping part is getting under his skin.” He looked at his friend. “He thinks she’s better than him.” Chan shook his head. “He’s THE ace. No one’s better than him.” Changbin shrugged. “I’m just telling you what running through the boys head.” Chan sighed and walked Han walk back over with a beer in his hand. “Hey, come here.” Han walked to Chan. “No one will EVER replace you. No one is better than you. Don’t let this girl get under your skin. You’re fucking great. The girl you’re saying is “better” than you, thinks you’re the best rapper out there. Take a deep breathe and stop letting your mind run away from you. You’re the ace. Even Blue said so.” Chan told the younger boy. “Thank you. That means a lot. I’m not even sure where my mind is.” Chan shook his head. “It’s here with us. We made this group because we knew what we, as a union, could do together. We’re going to go out there and have the best show ever.” Chan stated. Han nodded and smiled. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” Changbin shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. Just stop worrying. Minho’s still your best friend. We’re still jealous of how fast you rap. We’re still the group we swore would make it through anything.” Once Changbin was done, they heard claps.

“Thank you for coming out. Give a round of applause for two members of Ghostly Screams.” “Now, what we’ve all been waiting for. 3racha.” Mingi said. The crowd went wild as the three walked on stage. Fox and Han passed each other and she smiled at him. Their shoulders touch and his body lit up. He shook his head and took the microphone. Fox was back at the bar and took the water from her brother. “Holy shit Red. That was crazy good.” Fox smiled at Blue. “Thank you. That was a rush. I’m use to the rock shows but that was crazy.” She giggled, rubbing her throat. “Fuck that was amazing.” Woo smiled at the girl. She nodded. “If we can’t perform with you guys one night, I might actually cry.” Hongjoong told the two. “I’ll see what we can work out.” Luna smiled as she handed Fox a mint. “Suck on that for a while. It’ll help.” Scarlet told her. Woo giggled. “I have something you can suck on.” He told the girls as he wiggled his eyebrow. “Go away.” Fox said, rolling her eyes. “Someone’s red.” Woo giggled, touching her face. She smacked his hand away and looked at the stage. “He always flirting with you girls?” Hongjoong asked as he stood next to Fox. “All the time. It’s his charm. However, he’s in love with the two women he can’t have.” She nodded towards Luna and Scarlet. “They’ll never admit it but they love him too. They just don’t want to take him from his soulmate.” Fox smiled as she watched the three on stage again. “Who’s your favorite?” He nodded towards the stage. “Jisung. He’s amazing. At everything.” Hongjoong nodded. “You got that right. We perform because of those three. Han told us we were good. Great even and told us to start doing shows. So we did. Now we travel and perform.” She smiled. “Woo talked us all into being a band. Took a while to start up and get to this point. But we made it happen. We’ve been to a few places but mainly stay at the venue we live close to.” “Can I take you out for dinner or coffee before you leave?” She smiled. “Aren’t you bold. Sure. I’d like that.” She smiled as she took his phone and typed her number in. They talked for a little while as she continued to watch the boys perform. “Do you know your soul bond?” He asked her. “I’m pretty sure it’s the sharing talents one. I wasn’t able to rap. Ever. I woke up one day and could. I can play the piano? Which was something else I couldn’t do.” He chuckled. “I’d say it’s me but I can’t scream.” “I can make you scream.” They heard Woo say. “My lord. Woo shut up.” He giggled and shrugged. “It not wrong. I could make you scream.” He whispered into her ear as he walked up behind her. She rolled her eyes. “The only one screaming will be you when I beat you with a pillow.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I mean, I never said I didn’t like that.” He kissed her ear and giggled as he walked away. “Take him home with you.” She told Hongjoong. “Honestly, I think he’d cry if we took him from you girls.” She shook her head knowing he was right. “For a night?” She giggled. “Maybe he’ll get the flirting out of his system with you two.” Mingi laughed. “Doubtful. He flirts with anything. I’ve seen him flirt with a tree.” Fox laughed. “Actually, he’s flirted with a dog before so that doesn’t surprise me.” She turned back and looked at the stage. Han was looking at her. She turned her head back towards the two boys and smiled. She felt hot under his stare. “Hey. I’m going to take Jeongin home. He’s not feeling well.” Minho said as he pulled his sister to him. She nodded and hugged him back. “I’ll bring Blue home.” He smiled. “Thank you.” She smiled as she watched him walk over and kiss Blue. He pulled away and walked to Jeongin. “Jump.” He did as told and jumped onto Minho’s back. “I’ll see you later Red. You two don’t be shy.” He told the two rappers. They nodded and waved bye. “Is that Jeongin?” Fox nodded. “Yeah. That’s the maknae. He’s the baby boy of the group. Best friends with Blue and Seungmin. They’ll kill for that boy. Literally.” She giggled. “Good to know.” Mingi said.

“Thank you for coming out tonight! Hope you had a great time.” Chan said through the microphone and started cleaning up the set. Blue and her coworker were cleaning up the bar. Woo, Hongjoong, and Mingy went to help clean up. Fox turned around to go back to the band, when she hit a chest. “Shit, sorry.” She looked up and smiled. “Oh, hi.” Han blinked for a second. His body was on fire again. “Hello.” He watched her face turn red. “I wasn’t paying attention. I'm sorry for hitting you.” He shook his head. “No worries.” She smiled at him and walked around him to the table. He grabbed her wrist. Her body was on fire this time. “I’m Han.” She stopped and held out her hand. “I’m Fox but they band also calls me Red.” He nodded and shook her hand. “You’re really good.” He told her. She blinked. “That means the world coming from you. Holy shit. I’m a huge fan. You are insane on the microphone.” He could feel his face turn red. “Thank you.” He let go of her hand. “See ya around.” She nodded and waved as she walked back to the table. “I thought you hated her.” Changbin told the boy. “Fuck Bin, you scared me.” Felix had made his way to Changbin. “I figured I should talk to her before I hated her guts. She’s alright.” Changbin laughed. “Whatever you say, mister jealous.” Han raised an eyebrow. “I saw you watching her throughout the show. You don’t like the fact that our buddy got her number.” Felix giggled. “Oh you are jealous.” Hans face turned red and he walked away from the two. “He’s gonna deny liking her the whole time.” Felix nodded. “For sure.”

Sorry for the long chapter. Kinda went over board. However, I hope you enjoy and that it wasn't to much. PS. Jeongin and Han's story are going at the same time in the same world. So they might mix a little bit.

Masterlist The band / The Besties / The Boys Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

Taglist: @burningchaosdeer@https-skzology

#stray kids imagines #stray kids smau #skz smau #han jisung

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lykaios2 · 8 months

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*inhales cuz I wanna ask for mutant mayhem x reader but I has crippling anxiety issues*

Hewo-

If ur still taking requests, can you please do mutant mayhem with an S/O who likes art and theater but is to shy to show their talent of?(LITERALLY ME HELLO?!?!?)

thank you so much!

im back on the grind baby two days in a row of request finishing lets make it to four (i only have two more requests in my inbox)

anyway sorry I took so long, here you go! hope you enjoy ❤️

Leo:

-Leo gives the most genuine compliments

-He knows just the right words to say

-But he’s a little sad you’re so shy to show off your amazing talents

-He loves watching you practice dancing, or draping himself over your shoulders and watching while you draw

-But he doesn’t get to do it very often

-He doesn’t want to force you

-Though he will sometimes ask you to show him a new dance or art project you’ve been working on

-And every time you reluctantly agree, but only because you know he loves it so much

Raph:

-Raph is the type to audibly cheer when he’s excited for you

-When he sees you dancing, he’ll start cheering very loudly

-It always scares you and makes you stop

-You didn’t want him to see you, let alone any bystanders he might call over from his loud cheering

-He was always confused as to why you stopped when he started cheering

-He just wanted to show you how good you were doing

-He knew you did art too, but he never saw it

-That was something that you managed to keep from him

-But he was determined to see it one day

Mikey:

-Mikey loved your art

-He would sneak a peek whenever he could

-He was always asking you for tips, because he said

-“You’re the greatest artist I know! And you’re my partner! It would mean the world to me to spend time with you, doing something you love.”

-He was always so sweet about it, and you always caved

-And it was indeed his favorite

-But when he figured out you did theater, oh boy was there a commotion

-“y/n! Why didn’t you tell me you did theater?! Oh my gosh, we can do theater club together at school! It’ll be so fun! Oh y/n, I could just hug you a million times over!”

Donnie:

-Donnie fell in love with you so fast when he learned about your talents

-He even became a little obsessed with you

-He just thought you were so cool

-And when you got together, his dream had come true

-Every day he praised you about your talents

-He just couldn’t keep in his immense love for you

-But there was little opportunity because you were so shy about it

-He tried his very best to be encouraging, and to help you get over your shyness

-Because he knew the whole world deserved to see how cool you were

#lykaios writes #mutant mayhem donnie #mutant mayhem leo #mutant mayhem raph #mutant mayhem mikey #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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