#you know just the typical ''youre lazy'' fight
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Well... aren't you a pretty doll? Pt2
Army Soldier Midoriya Izuku x Secretary Reader
Context: After having spilt your drink on the man, you finally meet him for dancing.
Note: Some time-typical gender rolls, Fluff, Cuteness, Set in the 1950s
[PART 1] [PART 3]
Midoriya straightened up his bed sheets as he looked over his section of the barracks. It was almost time for morning inspections and Lord knows that anything less than perfection would have him punished for slacking off. He pushed down his pillow, making sure the thing was positioned in the centre of his bed.
“I think Aizawa might be running late.” Iida noted as he looked down at his watch before looking back up.
Midoriya looked to the clock up on the wall. Despite the tired general being rather slow, he was punctual like clockwork. Him being five minutes late was an unusual thing. He would rather be early and catch them all off guard than him be late.
Bakugou scoffed as he sat on the railing of his own bed, a toothpick sticking out from his lips. “Good. Gives us time not to be bustin’ our asses out there.” He motioned to the door of the barracks.
Kirishima scoffed as he threw his pillow to the head of his bed. He opened his mouth to speak.
“Attention!”
Immediately every single man in the room stood at attention at the end of their beds, hands up in salute with their eyes focused forward. A hard discipline they learnt as cadets and privates that was beaten into them. There wasn’t a single sound other than the sound of boots as someone entered the barracks.
“Inspection time you lazy vermon!” The sound of the voice made Midoriya’s ears perk up. That was not the sound of Aizawa. Midoriya glanced to the right, standing walking to the first soldier in the line up was Lieutenant General Todoroki Enji. The three stars that decorated his uniform gleamed as he wore a nasty scowl on his face like always. He looked over Ojiro’s area, his cold eyes cutting over his area in precision. The poor soldier looked just about to break into a sweat. Enji walked to stand in front of him. “You call this neat? I wouldn’t let my dog sleep on this bed! DO IT AGAIN!”
“Yes, sir!” Ojiro answered back but stayed in position.
Enji’s face fell at the lack of movement. From where Midoriya was, he could see the vein in his neck pump with fury. “RIGHT NOW!”
“SIR!” Finally Ojiro started to move.
Enji shook his head with a disappointed look. He motioned with a fat finger to someone. “Y/N, note him down.”
Stepping from behind Enji’s huge figure was you. Your pretty little stance was perfection as you stood beside him, holding a noteboard. Your pencil skirt fell just to your knees and your shirt was ironed to perfection with your jacket tight enough to highlight your womanly charms. You nodded your head obediently, moving to grab a hold of your pen. “Yes, sir.” You answered back just as punctual as a soldier as you started scribbling on a piece of paper.
At the sight of you Midoriya’s eyes widened. You were Enji’s secretary? He wondered how on earth such a sweetheart like you ended up working for such an intimidating man. Bakugou saw you and his crimson eyes glinted in recognition. He looked over to Midoriya with a pointed look. Midoriya didn’t move his body but his eyes said everything.
Enji was efficient in his checking but also scarily accurate as he moved down the barracks. Until finally he came to Midoriya. Your head was down as you scribbled on your paper. “Corporal Midoriya.” Enji stated. At the mention of the green haired man’s name, you paused before looking up. Your eyes widened in surprise. Midoriya didn’t move an inch, looking straight ahead and fighting every atom in his body not to look at you.
“Good morning, Lieutenant General.” He answered back.
Enji walked over his area, inspecting it. With Enji past him for a second, his eyes moved down to you. Your eyes looked up at him, clear, innocent and just as beautiful as when he first saw you. He eased just slightly at the sight of you. The moment he heard Enji start to walk back to the front of him, Midoriya erased any sign of acknowledging you.
Enji kept his frown on his face. “I heard you will be in the meeting with General All Might and the others.” He started. He snapped his fingers, snapping you out of your daze with a small squeak. “Y/N, when is the meeting?”
You immediately shuffled your papers before looking down at what must have been Enji’s schedule. “3.30pm sir, after your lunch with the Major General.”
Your boss nodded his head with a hum. His cold eyes moved back to Midoriya. “Don’t be late and don’t be a waste of time.”
“Yes, sir!” Midoriya answered.
The redheaded lieutenant general moved on to the next soldier. Midoriya’s eyes looked down to you. You held your board and papers close to your chest with a smile. You waved your hand slightly. At the sign of your kindness, he smiled gently, throwing you a wink. Your board moved higher trying to hide your smile as you followed after Enji.
After the inspection was complete, Enji walked back out the room with you scurrying after him, trying to take note of everything he said and everything he wanted to done. This was a rather new part of his day as he would never have done an inspection on barracks, but he said he was bored and wanted to do it (maybe having missed interacting with troops on such an intimate level or maybe just wanting to insight terror). You closed the door after you left, making the entire barracks breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Are you crazy, Izuku!?” Midoriya turned to Sato who walked over to him with wide eyes. “Enji’s secretary?”
Midoriya shrugged. “How was I supposed to know she was his secretary?”
Kirishima chuckled as he grabbed his hat. “You can’t blame the man. She’s a pretty thing.” He pointed making some of the other men hum in agreement.
Bakugou scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “Hopefully her mind is worth of half of something.” He let out with an annoyed look. “Women are all air heads with nothing but their fingers to fiddle with.”
“Now that’s not true Kacchan,” Midoriya shook his head as he moved to grab his jacket. “Women are very smart. I’m sure if she was not as smart as she was pretty, Enji wouldn’t have taken her.” Midoriya voiced out truthfully. Enji wasn’t the type to keep stupid company, even if they were beautiful.
The blond let out a tsk as he shook his head. “At the end of it, she’ll still end up in a kitchen.”
Midoriya pointed a finger at him. “Only for the right man.” He pointed out. “Besides, I’ll talk to her at the pub later and we’ll see."
Elvis blasted through the stereo as people danced in the pub. The lights were on, lighting up the pub from the darkness of the outside world as everyone walked in for a goodtime. Midoriya sat at the table with his group of friends, eyes always moving around the room and to the doors waiting for you.
“I still think this is not a good idea.” Sato voiced out as he sipped on a glass of rum. “She is Todoroki Enji’s secretary! Nothing good can come from anything related to Enji- no offense Shoto.”
Said man looked up from where he was focused on his drink. He shrugged as he sipped on his own alcoholic beverage. “None taken.” He answered monotonously.
Midoriya glanced over at them. “She’s just his secretary not his daughter. It’ll be fine.” He said nonchalantly, not worried in the slightest. If he had to suffer through more drills for talking to you, so be it. Midoriya would willingly put himself through that just for you, the pretty little doll who caught his eye in the beginning of the week. He perked up at the sight of you entering the pub with other ladies. He grinned, standing up to meet you.
Bakugou rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. “Gonna make a damn fool of himself, watch.” He predicted making Sato laugh.
Your eyes landed on Midoriya quickly, a smile on your face at the sight of him. He looked just as handsome as always. His hair combed and slicked back with an easy smile on his face. Midoriya was dressed in a loose button down that still seemed fitting on him. You smiled as you approached him. “Colonel.” You nodded your head.
His smile broadened. “Evening, doll.” He greeted. His green eyes moved over your body, his eyebrows raising in surprise. He let out a low chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well I’ll be damned, doll. You look just mighty fine, straight out of those magazines.”
You felt heat move up your neck at the compliment. You looked down away from him with a flustered smile. “Thank you, Mr Midoriya.” You expressed. “You look rather dashing yourself.” You expressed truthfully.
“Well I can’t afford not to look my best when I know you’ll be here doll.” He told you genuinely, offering you his arm to hold onto.
You carefully put your hands on his bicep, his large muscles under your hands as you touched his warm skin. He guided you carefully to his table, your girls giggling behind you. You looked back at them with a pointed look but couldn’t deny the smile on your face.
“I wanted to introduce you to the guys, doll.” He said, motioning to the table of men that sat in front of the two of you. He motioned starting closest to him. “That is Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Sato Rikkido, Iida Tenya and Todoroki Shoto. Everyone, this is Miss L/N.” He introduced.
You smiled kindly, bowing lightly at the waist. “It is so nice to meet all of you and it’s good to see you again, Mr Todoroki.” You motioned to Shoto who sat there.
He smiled with a nod of his head, motioning his glass to you. “It’s nice to see you too, Y/N.”
Kaminari raised a blond eyebrow confused. “How do you know her?”
Shoto looked at him with a rather blunt expression. “She works for my father remember.” At the reminded, Kaminari nodded his head understanding that Shoto would know you closer than the others.
You turned to look up Midoriya. “And these are my girl friends. Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina, Tsunotori Pony, Jirou Kyouka and Hatsume Mei.”
With everyone introduced, everyone soon started mingling. Midoriya had ordered you a drink, which you happily accepted as you sat at his side. His voice low and close to your ear as the both of you talked for a bit. Giggles stumbling out of your chest and a smile never having left his face. Even the grouchy blond that Midoriya seemed to call Kacchan, seemed to be having somewhat of a goodtime.
Suddenly the loud stereo started play Elvis Presley’s “Hound Dog”. You perked up at the sound, your eyes shining at the new popular hit.
Immediately Midoriya grinned. His large hand carefully took your hand. “Let’s go dancing, doll!” He shouted over the music for you to hear.
It didn’t take you both longer than a few seconds to be spinning on the dancefloor. Midoriya held your hands as the both of you danced. One of his secure large hands moved to the curve of your spine, moving to hold onto the curve of your back as you held onto him, him spinning you around. You let out a laugh, throwing your head back as you allowed him to take the lead.
The sound of Elvis’ voice was something that played but nothing you paid attention to as you couldn’t even think past Midoriya who had you giggling and laughing madly in his arms. Even though you were in your best dancing heels, you could barely call yourself having your feet on the floor as he practically swept you off your feat.
Kirishima let out an amused laugh, an arm around Ashido Mina’s shoulders as she sipped from his drink. “And I thought Izuku said he couldn’t dance.” He pointed out, motioning to the green haired man that had the biggest smile on his face any of the guys had ever seen before.
Bakugou scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “A pretty little woman comes along and watch him pull out all the stops.”
“That’s Izuku for yah.”
You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun. Midoriya was like an explosion of life and wonder. You held onto him the entire night, the both of you spending the night away dancing and making fools of yourselves together.
Eventually everything started winding down and Midoriya had offered to take you back to your apartment. The both of you strolling together out of the pub and into the cooler night time air.
“My mama nearly had a heart attack when I told her that I enlisted voluntarily.” Midoriya told you as he walked on the side of the road, keeping you on the outside.
You watched him, intrigued with his thoughts and feelings. “And why did you enlist?” You asked him.
A soft sigh left his mouth as he looked up at the starry sky past the street lamps. “With the war going on, it was going to be inevitable. However, I wanted to fastest way to help my ma considering she got sick at the time. I wanted to make sure that she didn’t have to work so hard anymore. She didn’t manage to be a nurse because she had me so young, so she could only waitress and odd cleaning jobs to support the both of us. I know it broke her heart but its for her.” He explained to you. “Strategy is my passion and I’m good at it to. It’s why Sarg took a liking to me, my mind was sharper than my skills initially.”
You watched him with a newfound respect for his reason for being in the army. You knew he was young, you all were. Being in war required the young to enlist and to offer their services up to their country. “You’re a good son Mr Midoriya, I’m sure any mother would be proud to have you as their son.” You told him honestly.
He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not. I’m just doing what any man should do for the woman in his family.” He explained, turning to look down at you. “How come you’re a secretary?”
You hesitated as you looked away from him. You shook your head. “It… It’s a stupid reason.”
Midoriya paused as he tilted his head. “Nothing you can say could ever be stupid, Miss L/N.” He spoke with such certainty he almost had you instantly believing it.
You hesitated once more before letting out a breath and glancing back up at him. “My daddy always wanted more for me, and I wanted it to. To be one of those smart girls that work with all those big numbers in science and everything. But I was never good at any of it, no matter how hard I tried. Then the war started and daddy was enlisted and so was my brother. So I wanted to be useful and not just wait around for them or get swept up by some man as some wet rag, so I decided to become a secretary.” You told him, honest to the bone. “But it’s no smart job-”
“No smart job?” Midoriya asked almost appalled at your very statement. He shook his head sincerely as he took your hands in his own. “No. I doubt someone like Todoroki Enji would take any woman that was all looks and no brains, doll. I doubt any man could get anything done without a smart woman there at his side.”
You stared up at him with a gentle smile. That’s when you noticed that you were by your apartment building. You stared up at it before turning to look at him. “This is me.” You motioned to the building. “I… I had a ball tonight, Mr Midoriya.”
Midoriya opened his mouth to say something before finding a lack of words for a moment. He let out a chuckle as he seemed to battle about something. “You know, doll, the past week I’ve barely been able to get you out of my head. You’re as perfect as a doll and the more I get to know you, the more I can’t help but… well love every second of it.” Your eyes widened in surprise at his profession but you didn’t even blink. You kept staring up at him, your heart beating out of your chest. “What I’m trying to say doll, is would you consider-”
“Yes!” You immediately slapped your hands over your mouth. His eyes widened at the outburst. You quickly cleared your throat as you tried to fight the embarrassment. “I mean… go on.”
He blinked before letting out a chuckle. “Would you let me court you? Would you be my doll?”
You nodded your head eagerly, getting a chuckle out of him. “I’d like that.” You told him softly.
You took out a pen from your bag, you carefully took out a tissue and scribbled down your number and PO box. You gave it to him, putting it in his hand making his eyes widen and a big smile go to his face. You turned around, going up the few steps to the door before turning to look back at him.
You quickly ran down the stairs and placed a kiss to his cheek. You watched him bloom red as a tomato. Before he could say anything you ran up the stair, already through the door. “Goodnight, Mr Midoriya!”
Midoriya stood there silent for a moment. He could still feel the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek. He looked down at your number that was on the unused tissue you gave him. A huge smile broke onto his face as he threw his hands into the air. He let out a shout and a laugh in victory.
-Glitch1d
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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅
✧ REQUESTED BY: @slayhyunjin
✧ PAIRING: SKZ X READER
✧ CW: ARGUMENT, CURSING, KISSES, FOOD MENTIONS, TYPICAL GIRL BSF IN LOVE WITH GUY IN RELATIONSHIP (NOT MENTIONED IN ALL), MENTION ANXIETY IN HAN'S, GIRL BSF CALLS READER A GOLD DIGGER IN HAN'S PART, FEM!READER, FAKE TEXTS
✧ WC + SS: 4K + 8
✧ NOTE: I was too lazy to give a name for the girl bf so... she is referred to as "(name)"
BANG CHAN
Chan sighed and tossed his phone onto his bed. He knew he really fucked up, but there wasn’t much he could do. They’d gotten into fights before and he knew some space would let them both calm down and think. He didn’t like that he’d been unaware he had let Y/n sizzle in anger for a whole night since he came back to the dorms after leaving his friend.
He laid back against the bed and thought. He had her gifts all ready to head over. He planned to pick up a bouquet and food on his way over today. But now he didn’t know. He didn’t even know if they had eaten today.
He grabbed his phone and ordered her fav over to her place. It was one thing he could do while he waited. He checked social media, text notifications, did some writing; anything to keep busy. He almost jumped out of his chair when his phone notified him of a text message. The one he had been waiting for for who knows how long. The small ‘come over’ text had him running around the room, grabbing everything. Phone, wallet, keys, shoes, gifts. Double and triple checking he had everything before he left the dorms and headed to her place. Stopping for a few minutes to get her flower.
Y/n sat, waiting on the couch, finishing up the food he had for her. Ultimately, she knew Chan would never truly mean to forget and ditch her on her birthday. Most of his days would mesh together and he was always busy so she couldn’t really fully blame him. But, she also knew (name) didn’t like her that much. Y/n figured very quickly (name) was that typical girl best friend who had a crush on their guy best friend. Y/n just didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend so she never brought it up to Chan.
She got pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the door unlock and she knew he was there. She didn’t move from the couch, letting him come to her. Chan locked the door and slid his shoes off and walked into her living room. Y/n just stared at him as she set the takeout on her coffee table. In the back of her head, she thought it was cute he came in with flowers and presents but she was still pissed and she was keeping it up.
Chan set the flowers and gifts down on the other end of the couch before kneeling down in front of her, putting his arms on either side of her on the cushion. “I’m so sorry baby. I really don’t have any excuse. I should have made sure I had the correct day for your birthday in my phone. I shouldn’t have agreed to go out with her yesterday.”
“It was her idea to hang out?” Y/n asked
“Yeah? Why?”
“Fucking cunt,” Y/n groaned
“Babe? Talk to me,” Chan grabbed her hips and rubbed small circles into the skin with his thumbs.
“We don’t get along Chan. As much as I hate to tell you this because she was your friend before we got together, I know she fucking likes you, Chan. If it was her idea then she must’ve fucking known it was my birthday and— fuck I sound like the crazy jealous girlfriend.”
“Hey, hey. No, you don’t love.” Chan grabbed her face and ran her thumbs under her eyes, catching the tears that threatened to fall, “You saying that made me just realize it. She was very clingy with me yesterday and it did make me uncomfortable. I never meant for any of that to happen yesterday. Will you let me stay here and make it up to you baby?”
Y/n nodded and watched him let out a breath neither knew he was holding. “You owe me a lot of cuddle and kisses for that shit.”
“Gladly,” Chan moved up onto the couch and pulled her into his chest, and kissed all over her face.
LEE KNOW
Minho immediately jumped into action. He generally thought his girlfriend’s birthday was today. So he saw no harm in going back home, seeing (name), and then going to his parents after. He tossed his phone onto the bed and got dressed. He wasn’t gonna be here all day, he’d told his parents he was just staying the night and then heading to Y/n’s in the morning. He was sticking to the plan, whether she was pissed at him or not.
He grabbed all his stuff and the gifts he had bought her. Mid-checking to make sure he had everything, all three of his cats decided to demand attention. Minho sighed and sat on the bed and petted Doongi while Soogni and Dori did their own thing in his room. “Wanna go see you’re mom? She won’t beat me up if you guys come.” Minho said.
Doongi just meowed at him as he got up, grabbing their travel crate. He got it on the bed and opened it, leaving them to go in while he grabbed a few treats, in case they needed coercion, which they did.
Once he did manage to get the three of them in and close the crate, he made sure he had everything. His mom shoved her birthday gift for Y/n into his arms before he left and got into the car. Minho kept an eye on his messages the whole ride over to her apartment. She probably wouldn’t text him after her last message. No point in messaging her that he was on the way, she wouldn’t let him in. So, he just opted to surprise her.
Y/n was cleaning up from her and Jisung’s shit talk last night about her boyfriend. She’d passed out last night after he left to head back to the dorms. He texted and complained about his hangover which made up for a little bit of the sour mood. She updated him about the conversation with her boyfriend.
She was cleaning up the counter when she heard a knock at her door. She put the rag down and headed over to unlock it. Figuring it was probably one of the guys. And she was right, it just wasn’t the one she wanted to see. Then she saw the cat crate. “I’m only letting you in because I want to see my babies.”
“I’m not gonna argue it,” Minho said as he walked in.
He let the cats out in the living room and they immediately took over, having been to Y/n’s apartment before. Soongi went right over to Y/n and laid on her lap. Minho had set down the presents he’d brought over as well and sat on the floor. “I’m sorry kitten. I shouldn’t have blamed you for my mistake. I don’t know why I didn’t hear my phone go off yesterday.”
“You still forgot my birthday,” Y/n glared at him
“And I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t forget you’re birthday, no matter what’s going on. That’s on me entirely and I swear on our babies it won’t happen again.”
Y/n looked at the cat on her lap for a moment. “Cook me dinner tonight and I’ll accept you’re apology.”
“Deal,” Minho agreed immediately, without a fight
“Why did you buy me so much by the way?” Y/n motioned the gifts on the table
“Because I love you and you deserve it. And there’s one from my parents.” Minho moved up to the couch and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
“I’ll open them later. You have cuddles to make up for being a dickhead.”
“Come here.” Minho pulled her against him as she held the cat in her arms
CHANGBIN
Changbin sighed, running his hands through his curls. He usually wasn't a forgetful person, especially with his girlfriend. How the fuck did he manage to forget her birthday and then go out with another female friend. He quite honestly felt awful about it. Now he had to figure out an apology. Food always seemed like a good apology.
Y/n didn’t even go back to sleep after she texted her boyfriend. She just lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew she couldn’t stay mad at him for long. But she was also a bit pissed that he had said “argument” in his text. He was wrong for forgetting her birthday but it made it sound like he wasn’t wrong for doing so. The word just pissed her off more.
Y/n got up and did some housework she had been putting off for a few days. Better than laying in bed angry. She tossed the covers off and got to work, putting on her playlist as she worked. It took her mind off of it for a while. Almost an hour later she heard a knock at her door. She figured it was a package she ordered and opened the door. But it was just a food delivery, and she knew she hadn’t ordered food today.
She picked up the take-out bag and looked at it. It was from her favorite take out spot and the address was hers so someone sent it to her. Only one person came to mind.
She took the food inside and set it on the counter before texting the boyfriend she was mad at. He must have been waiting for her to text him because he replied immediately.
Y/n: Did you order food to my place?
Gym rat: Yes. It’s part one of my apology for missing you’re birthday.
She rarely could stay mad at Changbin for long. She mentally sighed and typed out the next text.
Y/n: Come over so we can talk
Gym rat: on my way
Y/n ate and finished up her cleaning while she waited. It only took him twenty minutes to get to her apartment and knock on the door.
“He has a key, why is he knocking?” Y/n asked herself as she walked towards the door.
Her question was answered when she opened the door and saw his arms full with a bouquet of flowers and gift bags. His face just said ‘i’m sorry.’ Y/n stepped aside and let him in. Changbin stepped in and set the gifts and flowers down on her coffee table before turning to her. Y/n had followed him into the living room after she locked the door, arms crossed.
“You wanna argue now?”
“There’s nothing to argue about,” Changbin sat on the edge of her couch. “It was wrong of me to forget you’re birthday and then go out with (name). I’m so sorry baby. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.”
“That hurt, you know. Going out with another girl on my birthday.” Y/n walked over to him from where she stood.
“I know sweetheart. I would never do that on purpose to you. I would never cancel on you for another girl. I love you too much to hurt you like that.” Changbin reach out and pulled her towards him so she stood between his legs. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs, looking up at her, “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Won’t ever happen again.” He placed a soft kiss on her stomach.
The little kiss made her smile as she looked down at him and ran her hands through his curls. “Promise?”
“Swear on my life,” Changbin rested his chin up against her chin.
“You’re forgiven, love. You owe two days’ worth of cuddles for that.”
“I’ll give you a month’s worth of cuddles to make up for it.”
Changbin pulled her down onto his lap and cradled her into his chest and showered her with kisses
HYUNJIN
Y/n ignored her boyfriend’s last text, not even looking at the device as she threw it onto the couch. She wrapped herself up in her favorite blanket and turned back to the show she was watching. Almost forgetting the conversation with her boyfriend until she heard a few knocks on her door. She’d waddled over to the door and looked through the peephole. She saw her boyfriend on the other side. She’d almost told him off but she knew from the look he was trying not to break down crying.
She was a weak woman to her emotional ferret of a boyfriend. She took a deep breath and opened the door, blanket hanging around her frame as she met his eyes.
“I’m so sorry darling,” Hyunjin was sure if she told him to leave now he’d cry the whole way back to the dorms.
“Come in. Let’s talk,” Y/n let him inside.
Hyunjin stepped into the familiar apartment and followed her over to the couch. He put the food and coffe on the table and sat on the ground in front of her.
“(name) knows when my birthday is hyune,” Y/n stated
“I knew something was off yesterday,” Hyunjin sighed
“What’s that mean?”
“She showed up at the dorm, damn near right as I rolled out of bed and asked me to go shopping with her.”
“Took advantage of you’re sleepiness, huh?”
“Yeah. Thinking back on it she almost made sure I wasn’t looking at my phone yesterday, and was being super clingy,” Hyunjin’s face scruched up at the thought.
“Yeah. She likes you hyune. I noticed when I first met her. I didn’t want to seem like the controlling girlfriend so I didn’t say anything,” Y/n explained as she ran her hands through his hair
“I would never think you’re controlling, love,” Hyunjin moved up to the couch and pulled her into his arms, “I really am sorry about forgetting about you love.’’
“I forgive you darling, (name) is to blame.”
“Think I should stop being friends with her.”
“Do what’s best for you darling. I’ll support you either way.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
HAN
Han practically was running around the dorm getting everything he needed. His friends were a bit concerned but there was no stopping him from getting out the door. He quickly yelled bye and that he was going to his girlfriends to his friends and rushed to the car. The car ride is what he dreaded, time wise he hated it. His leg bounced up and down. He’d just barely managed to text Y/n that he was on his way over after picking up his take out order and was waiting for a reply.
He felt it buzz in his hand and was a bit disappointed when he saw it was a text from (name) about wanting to hang out again today
Han: can’t. I completely forgot about Y/n’s birthday yesterday. I’m hanging out with her today.
(Name): that’s why I asked to hang out with you yesterday ji… you spend a lot of time with her. Forgot about me
Han: you purposely hung out with me on my girlfriends birthday and didn’t think to mention it???
(Name): that would’ve defeated the purpose of us spending time together. Y/n’s kinda a gold-digger
Han: are you fucking serious rn?
(Name): no need to cuss
Han: I almost had a panic attack this morning when I woke up and relized i ditched my girlfriend on her birthday. Now you’re calling her a gold-digger?? She’s never once asked me for anything financially or tried to get money out of me.
(Name): sorry. Didn’t know she was actually more important than me
Han: it was her birthday? I’ve spent your birthday with you before, and while I was with Y/n too and she was perfectly fine with it. Why aren’t you?
(Name): If you don’t know, figure it out
Han: Don’t contact me again (name).
The only shinning light from that conversation was he was pulling up to Y/n’s apartment building by the time he locked his phone. He grabbed everything he brought with him and thanked the driver has the car came to a stop. Han got out and rushed up to his girlfriends apartment and knocking on the door.
Y/n got up from the couch and walked to her door as she heard the knock. She opened the door and looked at her boyfriend.
“I’m so unbelievably sorry baby,” Han started
“Come in,” Y/n stepped aside and let him inside. He walked into her kitchen and set down the food and gifts as she joined him, “It’s going to take more than food and an ‘im sorry’.” Y/n said
“Would me telling you that I told (Name) not to contact me anymore help?”
“Possibly,” He could see the smile on her lips
“You have to tell me why you guys don’t get along though.”
“She’s undoubtedly in love with you and i’m pretty sure she’s also one of those girls who wants easy fame.”
“That explains the gold-digger part.”
“Did she call me a fucking gold-digger?!”
“Here.” Jisung handed her his phone and let her read through the conversation. Y/n took the phone and sat on the kitchen counter as she read through the conversation. Han stood inbetween her legs and placed his hands on her thighs.
“What a fucking bitch.�� Y/n said, “And she’s still texting you.”
“I’m not dealing with her right now.”
Jisung took his phone and tossed it onto the counter, “I’m really sorry though. I just woke up and she was there.”
“I just don’t know how you didn’t realize she was in love with you. She’s always trying to practically be on you.”
“Because i’m absolutely in love with you and want you, twenty-four-seven.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Y/n cupped his face and pecked his lips
FELIX
Felix felt terrible. He doesn’t know how he got his dates mixed up or how he just completely ignored his phone all day. The car ride made him realize that (name) had a tendency to drag him into doing things with her when she knew Felix had plans with Y/n. And he was too nice to say no most of the time.
He thanked the driver as he got out of the car to head up to her home. He knocked on the door and waited a few minutes before she opened the door. “Let me apologize flower.”
No one could stay made and Felix, not even his girlfriend. There was a certain air about him that just made you happy to be around him and kiss his freckled cheeks.
“Okay,” Y/n let him inside and closed the door behind him. Felix set the container of brownies in her kitchen before he met her in the living. Y/n sat on the couch as he came back in and sat down next to her, arm over the back of the couch behind her.
“I’m really sorry about not answering you yesterday flower. I know (name) does this a lot.”
“I can understand it every other time lix. You guys were friends well before I was in the picture. Yeah it hurts sometimes, but—”
“Hey, no buts. I shouldn’t even be canceling premade plans with you for her. Especially not on you’re birthday. That was fucked up of me.”
“It was. That hurt a lot.”
“I know, I need to stop agreeing to hang out with her whenever she wants.” Felix pulled Y/n into her chest adn wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll talk to her later about it.”
“Yeah, you owe me cuddles and brownies for that bullshit.”
“I’ll throw some kisses in there too.” Felix chuckled and smothered her face with kisses
SEUNGMIN
If Seungmin was one thing, he was persistent. So it didn’t surprise Y/n one bit that after she had told him to go home that he proceeded to knock on the door for two minutes straight. Y/n got fed up with the noise and opened the door and glared at him.
“Go home,” Y/n told him, closing the door.
At least tried to. Seungmin stopped it with his foot. Y/n opened the door and glared at him again. Trying not to look at the food and flowers—both her favorites— otherwise she’d break too fast.
“Please bub. Let’s talk about it. Do you really think I would forget your birthday on purpose?”
“Get in. I don’t wanna make a scene for the neighbors.”
Seungmin stepped inside and turned back, “I’m really sorry bubs.”
“That’s not gonna take back the fact you forgot my birthday and went out with a girl who clearly doesn’t like me.”
Y/n felt the water hanging heavy on her tear line as she walked into the living room. She hadn’t liked seungmin’s friend in question since she had met her. Y/n tried being civil since (name) was there before her, but the side eye (name) gave her once seungmin wasn’t looking told her everything. They weren’t going to get along. And it frustrated her immensely.
“Hey bubs,” Seungmin followed her into the living room as she plopped down on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and hugged it close to her chest. He set down the flowers and food container and kneeled down in front of her, “Talk to me. Did (name) say or do something?”
“Would it matter?”
“Yes. You're the girl I'm dating, not (name). Bubs,” he grabbed hold of her face and wiped the tears away
“I don’t want to cause issues between you guys though. You were friends before we met. I don’t want to be that girlfriend.”
“Bubs, I’m well aware (name) has a thing for me. I’ve told her before it’s not ever happening. I thought it was over and done with,” Seungmin explained
“When?”
“A month after we started dating.”
“Yeah, she heavily side-eyes me whenever i’m around her. Never said anything, I just know she doesn’t like me.”
“Well, she can deal with it. I’m not playing this game with her anymore. I’d rather keep you than her.”
“Why?”
“Because you make me so extremely happy that sometimes I don’t know what to do. And I’m so sorry I let her drag me out with her. I really am bubby. I love you,” Seungmin leaned up and kissed her forehead. He never said those words often. Y/n smiled and pulled him up to the couch, replacing the pillow with him and cuddling up to him as he chuckled at her, nonetheless wrapping his arms around her.
“I love you too pup.”
I.N
Y/n barely spared a glance at her boyfriend when she opened the door. She grabbed the food from his outstretched hands and walked back to her kitchen. Jeongin followed inside, locking the apartment door behind him.
He followed her to the kitchen, she was grabbing out a fork for the food as he walked in.
“I didn't mean to ditch you yesterday bun. She showed up at the dorm and dragged me out yesterday. I feel really bad,” Jeongin pulled her on for a hug and nuzzled his head into her neck
“I can't be mad at you when acting all cute and shit when you hug me,” Y/n sighed and hugged him back.
“It's part of my charm.”
Y/n laughed at him as he looked up and kissed her cheek, “Eat your breakfast.”
Y/n are the food he brought, occasionally feeding some to him as well.
“Oh, I told (name) not to talk to me anymore by the way. She didn't take it well,” Jeongin told her as they finished the food
“Why?” Y/n asked as she cleaned up
“She was acting like it was a date yesterday, trying to hang off my side. It just wasn't comfortable for me.”
“She was your best friend and didn't know you hate physical touch?”
“Most. I don't mind you touching me bun,” the maknae pulled her into him and kissed her lips
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hi! s10 is so fun so enjoy it when you start it! can i request a daryl smut of any kind?
Before We Leave
Synopsis: Here’s one about you sitting all sweet on Daryl’s lap because I have not stopped thinking about him holding you in his arms and giving you all the kisses after reading this headcanon! ♡
Details: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader, set during the period between seasons 8-9, kissing, smut—grinding, thigh riding, fingering, making a mess when you have places to go (such sillies). Mostly proofread. Feel free to give feedback!
A/N: It’s been a minute, guys, I know :( and to ava, so sorry for the wait ♡ I hope you like this and I can’t wait to get to season 10 too!! And know that I definitely still have your initial request in mind for later on!!
First, you noticed his hair: ever so endearingly disheveled, the waves falling so effortlessly as they did in their shaggy way; and then you noticed his skin— it shined. Normally, this would have been because of work and sweat from the late spring heat, but he was clean, he had showered today. He even changed his clothes, and surprisingly, his light beard was trimmed, his face was washed too– it illuminated with his small lazy smile that appeared as you came through the door. He looked so nice and ready to go. Your handsome man. He was waiting for you.
He wore a dark blue long-sleeve, the buttons at the start undone, exposing the top of his chest as he always preferred. And his sleeves, only just big enough to be slightly loose around his arms; they were rolled up at the forearms. It looked good. Though the better fit was his equally loose vest that was layered on top. Seeing it reminded you of how much you missed it. It took him so long to get it back from Dwight. It’s only now that you’re realizing how it fits again, how well it suits him. It’s not that he needed it of course, but you did love how it completed every outfit he wore, making it just so him.
In fact, everything about him was so, so—
“Hey,” he calls to you, his voice itself a finger snap to your attention, “you alright there?”
“Yeah,” you respond, meeting his eyes as you pathetically try to joke, “Just can’t think of the last time I actually saw you sit. We’re always… fighting or doing something aren’t we?”
“Mmhm.” He smiles inwardly. Your staring was nothing short of obvious, and you both know it: You were leaning against the door frame, eyes wide and lingering, trailing over him as he sat on your desk chair. But to him it was sweet, honestly. Almost humorous to see. It was nice to see you smile over nothing other than looking at dumb old him, or at least that's what he assumes of himself. He should know better by now than to think like that, but it's still just his way sometimes. You were in love with him though, and he loved you; and you liked looking at his dumb old face, and he knew that. That's why he doesn’t mind your gazing. That’s why he says, “C’mon,” patting his lap, knowing you wanted to come closer; his eyes catching how much yours went lower and lower, changing from innocent peerings to just a little something else, something more.
You’re hesitant at his invitation, but smiling like a kid. It's true you couldn’t help how good his thighs looked and how good the fingers that splayed over them were— rough and thick— their feeling on your skin taking you back to the past— but his noticing… Well, it just makes you blush. It makes you take slow footsteps, one in front of the other as you come closer to him, bashful and snickering. Once you’re near enough he holds you by the hips and you skip to meet his movements towards him. He turns your backside to him on the right side of the chair and sits you down, horizontal from his forward figure.
“Silly,” he calls you, flicking your nose as he taunts. It’s gentle and harmless even in his typical, slightly grumbled tone.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your wrists and hands curling at his neck, your side pressed into him. He feels bigger when you’re in his arms like this. As if he can comfort you or sheild you from anyone or anything— and you know he could. So safe is what you feel with him; the sigh you let out proves it. The fighting may have finished almost a year ago now, but moments like this are truly what feels like peace. And with that, your mind drifts backwards again. Realizing how you don’t remember the last time you’ve sat like this. With him. Just holding you.
One of his hands holds your thigh while the other grounds you by the lower waist, nearing your hip. You turn your face to his, raising a hand, parting some of the hair in front of his forehead, holding his jaw and you kiss him. You put your tongue between his lips. It’s quick but tender. There is a tiny trail of spit between you two as you let go. Tilting your head, you look at him with an already happy and dazed little smile. You don’t remember the last time you got a good look at him either. And you’re not talking about any of the times you’ve looked at him while simply talking or standing by him, that was almost all the time; but for so long standing next to each other was to cover one another in a fight, kill a walker, but this— this was simply because you wanted to, because he was yours, and you loved him, and you could.
He goes in to meet your lips first this time, holding you by the neck and jaw with one hand, and the other is at your back making you lean in closer. You give in to him, let him take the lead. Your feet curl under the chair and you smile into his indefinite kisses. It makes you accidentally nip at his lower lip which turns into him intentionally biting your lip thereafter. It’s just a bit harder, but he might have done it a tad more sharply than he intended.
“Ow,” you hiss, hushed and soft between breaths, but he’s already soothing the area at the corner there, giving you a lick and little pecks before returning to what he was doing before: kissing you and kissing you.
“You’re fine,” he tells you dryly in between.
Your hands lowers to his chest, feeling his collarbones, then down to his heart. Your fingers rest on the exposed skin there, then trailing lower, ghosting over the closed buttons. You want to, but maybe you shouldn’t. It wasn’t exactly the time.
Originally, you had come home to shower and change: Everyone was having dinner together at Rick and Michonne’s tonight, the first time in a long time. In fact, it was Judith who requested it; she said specifically how much she wanted all of her friends to be there. And you couldn’t disappoint the sweet girl who gave you a construction paper and crayon written invitation, asking you to promise Uncle Daryl would come. The ticket was for both of you, a little picture of you two holding hands at the bottom. ‘Pretty smile you,’ and ‘grumpy pants him,’ she explained.
It was hilariously perfect and it made your heart leap. You and Micchone laughed for a whole minute about it and you hugged Judith immediately after.
Though you couldn’t believe that she could possibly think Daryl wouldn’t come. Of course he’d do anything for her, and you would too, so just as much, ‘Of course,’ you told her, ‘We’ll even be there 10 minutes early so we can pick seats next to you,’ you had said.
But now you’re here, in such a cliche you’d roll your eyes at if you weren’t so in the moment, with Daryl touching up your leg and you allowing it. For once, you’re the one all dirty in your work clothes. And the longer you kiss him, and the longer he holds you on his lap, the more you feel it; the want, the need. You’re getting restless and you’re struggling to weigh the options in your mind.
You lived in Alexandria, helping Rick, Micchone, Rosita… And Daryl, he was sent off to head reconstruction at the Sanctuary: you two don't get to see each other as often as you’d like.
And the Sanctuary wasn’t a place you particularly liked visiting anyways, especially not at first, and he didn’t blame you. But you had still talked to him about trying it, staying there. Maybe a week, maybe longer, maybe seeing if someone else can take over your Alexandria responsibilities, but honestly, he didn’t want you there either. He didn’t even want to be there. Every week that went by was another step closer to talking to Rick about leaving.
Still, moments like this are when you wonder about asking again, if you should be the one to finally move instead… The thought fades as Daryl now groans slightly into your mouth, you had pushed yourself down on his groin which elicited the dark sound, and you moan into him in response. Your hand gripping tightly to his bicep and his digs into your side, holding you tight— you’re losing the ability to think.
His tongue is twisting with yours, and his hand goes lower on your hip, the other deeper into your hair. You’re starting to have a heat pool at your center and you're squeezing your thighs together.
Daryl can sense it and feel all of it: the indecision, the squirming– your feet shuffling and curling against each other, your legs slowly swinging up and under the chair as you do so, as your continue to melt into his lips.
And he does feel it too, though he’s better at not showing it, but you do start to feel him shifting underneath you. An erection starts to harden as your hand goes lower on his chest and the little sounds of you humming into his mouth become more sexy, more desiring, than simply sweet as you continue.
He lets go, slipping his fingers between your knees, “We don’t gotta do too much.”
This makes you laugh. You’re still looking at him all dopey eyed, and more than slightly needy despite your words terribly trying to fight it, “What’s just enough then?”
His hand moves up along your inner thighs as an answer. His fingers trail up until they reach the center, and press into you at the inseam of your jeans. You start to buck up to his movements just as they begin. You even put your own hand over his, pressing into yourself more, your head tilting back. You bite your lip, whining lightly.
“Like that?” He asks, your neediness surprising the both of you.
“Last time I saw you was last week— for a day,” you’re speaking between light, out of breath pants, “outside- scavenging- no time.” Leaning forward into his touch, pretty sounds trail out, “-uh, mmm.”
You continue to grind against his hand harder, adding your other hand on top of his for more pressure until he says, “Get up.”
You stand, starting to undo your jeans and Daryl pushes the back of your chair further against your desk and starts to unbuckle his belt, but right before he finishes, you stop him. You grab his hands, “Wait,” you tell him, slipping off your shoes, and discarding your pants until you sit down again, straddling his lap.
There was something about the way you could see the outline of his bulge by how his pants laid on him, and the nice friction you knew the jeans would cause underneath you that felt so enticing. And more importantly, his bulge looked huge, fat even, you wanted to sit yourself perfectly right on top of it, making sure you could feel it all squish deliciously into your pussy lips with only your thin underwear covering you.
You begin to rock, pushing down against him. Your tiptoes reach the ground, helping you dig in and your hands go to grab onto his shoulders. Daryl holds your hips, thumbs pressing into your back, helping to roll your body into his.
His legs shift beneath you and it makes you think about his thighs again. How yummy they would feel just like his bulge…You have a little bit of time, right? Never mind- you’ll do it fast.
You get up once more, now placing yourself on his left thigh and you start rocking against him again.
Daryl quietly lets you, his hands go under your shirt and you let him take it off, leaving you in only your underwear while he’s fully clothed. He doesn’t mind letting you do what you want right now, he’s enjoying it. Grunting lowly, loving how he can watch you in your blissed out state: your open mouth, your sloppy humping and riding, how you're whining and panting as he touches up your stomach, how you’re so needy that you take one of his hands higher to caress your breast. He licks his teeth, “Need it bad, huh?” He tenses his quad, applying pressure so perfectly, just as you’d been thinking about for days. “Huh, sweetheart?”
“Think about you everyday, Daryl.” You sound just a bit too pathetic, but he eats it up, a small wicked grin coming to his face just looking at how much you wanted him. Not only thinking about his cock stuffed in you, but even how you wanted his thighs too? Just him in general? His poor girl, so deprived of him. He hated being apart, but fuck did he love how desperate it made you when he visited, desperate for him, desperate for him to give it to you or let you have it in any way. It gave him ideas of what he would do to you after you got back from dinner.
Your knee is centered in the middle of his thighs, pushing against his groin with each roll of your pelvis and the rock of Daryl’s hands as he pushes your hips forward, both helping you reach that point of pure bliss, going hard and deep, while giving him just a bit a release from the tension he feels because of you.
You close your eyes, head tilting up to the side lightly, mouth agape. “Ah, mm-” Your frustrated sounds then turn into you sighing so light, so sweetly, “I missed you.”
His hand reaches the side of your face briefly, rolling over your hair and cheek, “Missed you too.”
You knew your underwear was more than damp at this point, but you hoped the dark denim of his pants would mean it wouldn’t be that bad. You were lying to yourself honestly, but you did have wipes anyway, and… Was it bad to say you wanted to soak his jeans? For him to see the mess you made? Remember how big of a spot you created for later? There was no mistake, he had to spend the night. Having dinner in Alexandria made it so that it was too late for him to go back to the Sancutary afterwards. You wondered what he’d do to you later, what you’d let him do. He did miss you, he said it himself after all. And you feel his stare on your lower stomach as you continue to roll yourself on him, as he watches your clothed pussy make a mess of his jeans. And he sees the way his unintentional grunts and slight growls to the sight of you make your head tilt back, mouth opened so wide like you were already preparing to suck him off.
Your eyes are closed, your open mouth allowing a string of “ahs,” to come out as you continue to rub yourself against his muscle, wiggling a little, back and forth, going in a circle for a second to get more attention onto your clit, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter from your boyfriend’s big, and thick thigh. Your knee digs into him harder and he uses one hand to push it against him more.
After he lets go, one of his hands slips into your underwear, placing his middle finger over your clit, rubbing fast circles into it as much as he can as you continue to rock down on both thigh and fingers now. The extra friction feels so good. You’re whining, your panting, holding onto his shoulder with one hand, the other hand grabbing onto your desk, trying to stabilize yourself as you attempt to go faster, your movements becoming more erratic. “Daryl, please,” you whine, “help me.”
He places his free hand on your ass, kneading it forward and his other hand tries its best to circle into your pussy as much as it can.
As his middle finger continues to circle your clit, his two other fingers push into either side of your labia. “Go on,” he encourages, “Already made a mess. Make it bigger.” He moves his hand to your hip again, pushing you down. “You got it.”
Then he starts bouncing his leg, you bounce along with him, trying to rock as hard as you can. You start moaning louder, it’s continuous, you’re getting closer, you see yellow white light behind your eyes as a release takes over you, it’s hot and you can barely breathe, you almost wail as you coat his hands, ruining your panties, soaking his jeans. It felt amazing.
You huff out heavily now, finally opening your eyes to see Daryl take his hand from beneath you, licking his fingers clean. Wet popping sounds come out after he sucks each one, looking you directly in the eye. “Mmm.”
You blush gingerly at him. Getting up you see the large wer spot on his pant leg. It wasn’t a circle, it was ovular, taking up half the area of his thigh. Your teeth clench, you thought it would be big, but… you didn’t know it would be that big. This wasn’t something you could quickly clean off. “I guess it’s a good thing you keep your extra clothes here?”
He keeps his face straight, he figured as much would happen, but it was fun to see you squirm. “These were my extra clothes.”
“Oh.”
You should have let him take his pants off.
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ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to you being rough in bed — (MDNI)
a/n: boy this really went somewhere // blindfolding, choking, handcuffing, 69'ing.
zayne ! fights you for control at first, typically being the care taker in every other relationship- platonic or romantic, means he shifts into his 'giving' insticts with little thought and finds it hard to lie back and take it, so to speak. easiest work around is to tie a dark blindfold across his eyes and let him rely on his senses- help him trust that he's in good hands.
he's particularly pliant when you play with his senses. zayne won't ever speak it into reality but he doesn't need to- not when his skin pimples up as you drag your nails across his upper thighs, ghosting his nether regions in a way that has his chest filling full of the air he's desperately trying to hold on to. he's sat on his hands. hopelessly trying to allow you this moment of torment on his behalf as he thrusts into nothingness when your hand disappears again.
"patience, doctor. let me take care of my patient thoroughly'
xavier ! is the one lying back and taking it. he likes being attended to and doing the least amount of work possible- kinda lazy in bed but it’s a win win for everyone because it means he’s down to let you do just about anything to him, using him for your own pleasure like the biggest love doll in production. xavier has a soft spot for you wrapping something around his neck, forcing him into your personal space as you degrade him just a teeny tiny bit.
crumbles into a million little pieces when you pull him so close that your chests rub together as you ride him- perky nipples almost sore from the friction, heartbeat thrumming in his head as he tries to hear through the rush of blood to his ears. he tries to fall back onto his elbows. tries to stop it as his eyes roll back in his skull- but you have him suspended in mid air by his neck, arms slack by his side.
"you're so dirty, baby boy"
rafayel ! love love loves it, he is a brat and needs to be tamed. takes great pleasure in riling you up no matter the setting, taunting you at every opportunity because he just knows exactly how to work his way around you- pushing you into the line of command without you even noticing because he wants to be doted on every second of his day. in true rafayel fashion, the moment would be ruined entriely if you didn’t, praise should line every word that leaves your mouth.
he likes to pretend he's in control still, lengthy monologues leaving his mind and being muttered in your general direction with a fake sliver of annoyance- even when his hands are cuffed infront of him, just shy of being able to paw at his own cock. he's forced to watch as your ride out your own high, red and angry as he drips at the visual- dick begging for relief as he throbs in a wild rhythym, completely polar opposite to the words flowing from his vocal chords.
"whats wrong pretty? you can take care of me now, yeah?"
— bonus —
caleb ! it's like two cats swatting fists at each other- i'm in control! no, i'm in control! kind of back and forth until you pin him on his back, legs staddling either side of his head as you rub yourself to the bump in his nose and pull him from his sweats- the only way to putting the bickering to an end, is to put both mouths to good use, at the same time. dives in no questions asked.
"stop talking, caleb. put your mouth to use."
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Instead of trouble waking Peter up for sex, Peter waking trouble up for sex
it's a wonderful dream, actually. you're laughing at something peter said while he pours you champagne, you're not sure what you're celebrating, but it's a private moment.
you shy away from his hold when he wraps himself behind you, tiny kisses trail down your neck, it's not sexual, it's sensual. he's showing you that he loves you so much, he can't keep his hands away.
'hmph, peter...' it's lazy, you hear his words cupped around your ear. 'trouble…' you lean into him, it's cold. he's gone, you spin, he's in front of you and rubbing your shoulder. 'hey, trouble?'
your eyes blink open, your heart speeds up at your boyfriend's face two inches from yours. an involuntary scream creeps up, peter latched a hand over your mouth before it could come out. 'sorry, sorry, sorry. it's just me, sorry.'
you tug his hand down and hold your own over your chest, 'you scared me.' a sheepish grin, 'sorry.' you ease your breathing, then glance at peter, he's unmoving and locked in. this is a turn of events, suddenly you feel like there's a reason to be up.
'what? what's wrong?' you look around the room, you don't see or hear anything out of place. 'nothing. can't i just wake up my beautiful, lovely girlfriend because i want to talk to her?'
you sit up and press a hand to his forehead, he doesn't seem sick but he also doesn't look like he's been sleeping. 'this isn't like you, is everything okay?' you can understand where peter's grumpiness comes from, not that you're grumpy, but it's a whirlwind to go from sleeping to someone talking in your face.
'yes. wanna cuddle?' it must've been a bad dream, maybe you were involved, maybe he just needed to make sure everything was okay. otherwise, why would he wake you up to do something he could've easily done?
'okay,' you fight a yawn and pat the space next to you. peter pushes your shoulder down, 'no, no. i'm big spoon.' your eyebrows furrow, again, no issue, just odd he woke you up to ask. 'you sure you're alright, petey?'
'yes, now flip over.' a warming buzz, your back tucked into peter's front. a knee hooked between your thighs, his left hand splays over your waist. you hum, he's your personal space heater and you have no complaint.
you feel yourself dropping back off, a tug at your shirt, peter's warm palm washes over your stomach. a light kiss at your neck, 'you're so soft.' you nod, a silent 'thank you.' peter takes a deep breath, his words on your skin make you lean back further, it tickles. 'and you smell so good.'
'you're being nice,' you lightly gasp when you're thrusted against, his need to wake you up extremely clear. 'oh, peter.' it doesn't sound good in his ears, no, it sounds like you're about to produce a big, fat, no.
peter answers for you and eases his hold, you clamp your hand over his to keep him steady. 'are you sure? we're not home.' you're not saying no, you're just trying to think for the both of you. and for his aunt in her bedroom across the hallway.
'i am home, you're just visiting,' you hold your breath when fingertips kiss at the waist of your pajama pants. 'i know i am,' you roll back into him when wet marks litter up and down your neck. 'i just don't want your aunt to wake up.'
'she won't,' you go pliant in his hold, there's only so much you could do when he's playing with your chest. 'peter,' you love him, but sometimes he's a typical man who only thinks with his dick.
'please, trouble? i love you.' you scoff, 'don't coerce me with your love.' peter sits up and you roll to your back, lightly groaning when he lays over you, resting a little too much lazy weight on you.
'i'm not, promise. i'm just saying that i love you and i wouldn't embarrass you like that.' you raise your neck for a kiss, peter makes it go a lot further than you meant it to be, it's clear that he's more needy than he's willing to admit out loud.
'missionary only, okay?' you felt a smile against your lips followed by a polite headnod, 'okay.'
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*slides leopardtaur Y/N to you across the table like a seedy casino*
*picks leopardtaur Y/N up and slips them into my inner jacket pocket*
You escaped Fazco's jungle park the moment it fell, darting to the outer regions of dense forest and tangled vegetation to soak in the untouched tropics. Your lower body takes after a leopard with a tawny coat and beautiful black rosettes. You're sleek, swift, and dangerous but not the biggest threat.
While in captivity, you caught whiffs off handlers of strange scents and heard gossip from those feeding you about the other monsters. You don't see any now, but you know to avoid conflict is to avoid encounters. You hunt at different times than might be typical for other beasts and avoid taking prey that might be missed. Usually, you rest in trees and hope to go unnoticed. You enjoy your newfound freedom. You hope to never see another human again.
Unfortunately, you're not alone. You realize that when you catch distant hisses and the echoes of slithering in the undergrowth. There are also the bones left from meals picked clean that you occasionally stumble upon. Massive paw tracks are left in the moist dirt. When you step into it with your paws, the imprint engulfs yours.
You'd rather not find out who those belong to. You're fierce but small. If anything big catches you in its teeth, it's over.
That doesn't mean you're never found. One lazy evening, just after nightfall, you wake up from a cozy nap along a thick tree branch. You yawn, opening your jaws and flashing your sharp teeth, stretching your arms and four legs and flicking your tail, only to realize that there's something above you. Wide, red eyes, caught off guard, stare down at you from higher branches. A naga, deep blue and hooded, dotted with diamonds of red and yellow scales, stares back. He must have been slithering along, not realizing the tree was already occupied. He starts to say something. You've already dashed down the tree trunk and bounded away faster than a bird disappearing into the forest.
That was too close, but not as close as your next encounter. The waterside is dangerous—you have to go there for a cool drink when the afternoon sun is hot. You venture forward, furry ears pricked, eyes scanning the verdant trees until you reach the babbling river's side. The noise is dangerous. It can conceal threats you might otherwise hear before they get too close, but you fold your four legs underneath you and cup your hands to drink delicious sweet water. It runs down your chin before you register another presence. The soft hiss of surprise that echoes.
You jump into the water. Splashing furiously, you turn around to face the intruder only to be met with wide blue eyes and open hands, just as stunned to see you as you are to see him. A naga of golden colors and red patches. He doesn't have a hood, not like the other one. Bright frills frame his head like a crown of beaming gold. He smiles reassuringly, almost too excited, and says, "Hello, friend." You spare him not a word as you swim across the river and disappear into the other end of the forest, ignoring his pleas to wait a moment.
The third encounter is too close for comfort. You don't realize you're being stalked until it's too late. The tall grass made you feel safe and hidden, but it only concealed who lurked here. You spy two gleaming orange eyes between blades of grass moments before the tigertaur leaps on you—and in a second, you're pinned. His paws hold your leopard body down, easily dwarfing you, as his hands grab your wrists. His strength puts an end to your attempts to fight back or wriggle free. He coos at you, much to your dismay. When he leans in close, you brace for his teeth to sink into you. Instead, he licks your cheek and tells you how sweet it is to finally get a proper eyeful of you. You're always running or hiding or sleeping. He wants to know your name. He wants you to know his name. He wants to see you again very soon, ignoring your confusion and disbelief that you're still alive.
He finally lets you up. He grabs your wrist when you try to flee. His striped tail whips about like he's playing while your own snaps in feral agitation. He tells you that you can trust him, especially over those snakes. You break free (did he let you break free?) and race back to the shadowy shelter of the jungle trees, breathing hard and frazzled.
You hide harder, staying in trees more and avoiding moving too much in the middle of the day and at midnight. Your paranoia grows when you notice little offers left under the tree where you had a nap at dawn and dusk: small morsels of meat, berries, nuts, and even flowers that hold no nutritional value but are gorgeous. You hear the nagas more, feel their presence, even catch sight of them as they catch sight of you, calling out, urging you to stop for a moment, please.
The tigertaur finds you when he pleases. He catches you bathing in the river one night and proceeds to help you groom your coat and hair despite your raised hackles, and he tells you that you should hunt food together; it would be far more efficient to share meals, and you need more meat. No matter where you go, where you hide, he finds you. You're certain he takes delight in catching you by surprise by how eagerly he snatches you up each time.
You don't like the offerings left by the nagas but you do take them, even the useless flowers. You don't like the tigertaur dragging a large carcass out, dropping it at your feet, and telling you to indulge, but you do eat. You don't know how to handle the attention of so many large predators, much less what to say when you drop by the babbling waterside to find the yellow naga smiling at you and telling you that it's safe, they won't hurt you. You don't know how to respond when you wake up to a soft hum in the middle of the night and find the blue naga a tree over, coiled up and watching you with a ruby gleam and a soft request to come over to his tree. He doesn't bite.
You don't know what to do but you want to survive, and you don't know if you can with the nagas and tigertaur beckoning you closer.
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Another little request, please don't mind the spam if you don't feel inspired c: <3 "I didn't get your name" + Arthur please!
Thanks so much for sending some extra Arthur in, Shark @call-sign-shark ! I greatly appreciate it! I know I said it before, but it was fun to end this celebration off by showing some love to him…and I wouldn’t be writing for Arthur Shelby if I didn’t add some of his violent self into one of these stories. That’s where I went with this one…trust me, it makes sense…….I think. I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)
Oh and this is the last blurb of this celebration! Thank you to all who read these!! I can’t believe I’ve finally finished writing them!
I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!
Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!
What A Way to Meet Your Boss
Arthur Shelby x Reader
Warnings: language, series typical violence, use of derogatory name
Word Count: around 1k (I’m too lazy to find the count)
Summary: (Y/N) meets one of her bosses in a rather…unconventional way. Or maybe it’s very conventional considering the company she works for.
(Y/N) had just finished her tasks for the evening. She made sure that all of her materials were put in places where she could quickly find them tomorrow before grabbing her coat and purse. She exited the Shelby Company Limited building then, ready to get home and relax.
But of course, Birmingham had different plans for her.
“Women as pretty as you shouldn’t be walking alone at night,” a man’s voice came from the darkness of the alleyway she’d just passed. (Y/N) willed her feet to keep walking, knowing that things would turn bad if she stopped and entertained this man. Maybe he’d give up.
But it didn’t pan out that way.
Shoes then scuffed on the concrete as his quick steps were heard behind her. “I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, bitch,” he sneered. (Y/N) quickened her pace. “Fuckin’ get back here!” His angered words were accompanied by a rough hand, and (Y/N) was left defenceless as the man effortlessly pulled her back and into his grips. Her eyes widened as the man’s forearm came into contact with her throat. “Gonna make you pay for ignoring me,” he seethed, his mouth right against her ear. “How about you make it easy for yourself?”
The man couldn’t follow through on what he was going to do because the next thing he knew, he was getting the wind knocked out of him; his arms falling slack from (Y/N)’s frame. She didn’t even stop to look and see what had happened, instead moving as fast as she could to get away from the altercation just as it sounded like someone started to deliver a barrage of punches onto her assailant.
It didn’t take (Y/N) long to notice that there wasn’t even much of a fight when she did finally turn around. The man who had his arm wrapped around her neck seconds ago was now curled into a ball on the ground as he tried to stop the madman that had come to her rescue. Even she flinched as the second man landed one more vicious punch before standing tall over the beaten man.
“Please, please…please be done,” the man pleaded, his voice and body shaking.
“You should know better than to fuck with the Peaky Blinders,” the man standing above him bellowed, his voice one that (Y/N) was familiar with, but couldn’t quite put the name to.
“I…I didn’t know that she was a Peaky woman, Mr. Shelby,” the man made an excuse, still pleading for his life. He couldn’t tell if the animal of a man standing above him was finished or not. Hell, he should have known better than to choose to hang around this part of town. Who would have known there would have been a Shelby in the area though, let alone the worst out there all?
“Peaky woman or not, you lay another fucking finger on any woman and I’ll fucking cut them off. You understand me?” the Shelby man threatened.
“Yes, yes,” the man on the ground was nodding his head profusely within seconds of hearing the other’s threats…which should really be considered promises.
“Now get the fuck outta here before I decide to do it now.” That was all the man needed to hear to scramble to his feet and hurry away from the area. It was evident in his limp that he’d been beaten pretty badly, but that didn’t stop him from running as fast as he could. The man left behind couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched him leave. When he’d finally turned a corner and was out of sight, the man turned to (Y/N). “You alright?” he asked, making his way over to her then.
“Yeah,” she answered with an exhaled breath. “You came before he could do anything. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he brushed her gratitude off, shaking his head slightly. His peaked cap had been returned to his head and was now pulled down, shielding his eyes from her, but she couldn’t miss his prominent mustache. “I could walk you home if you want,” he offered.
“I live a block away,” she answered, a polite smile present on her face.
“Safe travels,” he nodded to her, starting to turn back towards the company building the she’d just left.
“I didn’t get your name,” she quickly called after him, the words leaving her mouth before she could think better of them. She knew he was a Shelby man, but she didn’t know which Shelby man he was.
Her voice made the man stop and turn back to face her. “Arthur Shelby,” he answered simply, lifting his head enough for her to catch a glimpse his full features as they were illuminated by the streetlight.
“Thank you, Mr. Shelby,” she thanked him again, sending a grateful smile his way.
“Happy to have ya workin’ for us, love,” he said, sending a closed mouth smile her way before turning again so that he could walk back to the building she’d left a short while ago.
(Y/N) watched him enter the building before she turned and hurried the rest of her way home. She let out a sigh of relief once she was behind her locked door. What a way to meet your boss, she thought to herself, shaking her head as she headed to her bedroom. What a way indeed.
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MINE : you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter !
— dating hanma shuji was the best reckless decision you have ever made
includes! hanma shuji x fem! reader
warnings! smoking, verbal abuse & mentions of it, mentions of a controlling father, toxic parent (father), use of pet names (baby doll)
note! speak now (tv) is out now‼️ i absolutely had to write this w/ hanma bc i remembered him n came up w/ this scenario while listening to mine (tv) 😞
being the daughter of one of the top lawyers in tokyo, you'd say your 'perfect' life was practically scripted. from your words, expressions, mannerism, everything! literally, every single thing you did had to be criticized and changed by your father. you had to be careful of everything you say or do as your father paraded you as his 'perfect daughter' when he didn't even treat you as his
you were the typical rich girl who had everything but love and freedom. clearly, your father cared more about his name than you, his daughter.
you've accepted long ago that this is how you were going to spend the rest of your life until your father's death and you were secretly wishing for his lifespan to shorten every time he insulted you for the slightest mistakes, sometimes you didn't even make a mistake he just thinks you're not perfect enough to be walking around and being called his daughter
naturally, it hurt you. but you've gotten used to it and have learned to ignore him
as much as you didn't want anything to do with him and his filthy money, he wouldn't allow you to move out as "it would not look good to the public for a lawyer like me to allow my daughter to move out and for all i know, you could just run around and throw dirt on my name" you could still vision the disgusted look on his face as he spat those venom laced words
though he was right, you did want to throw a little bit of dirt on his name. and what better way to do that than by dating a delinquent from shibuya?
"doesn't it scare you?" hanma asked as he gave you the cigarette in between his fingers and made himself feel at home, sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard and an arm slung around your shoulder
"what's there to be scared of?"
"maybe how your father is a top lawyer in tokyo and how a delinquent is climbing to your balcony every night since two months ago? doesn't it scare you how we could easily get caught? for all i know one of your neighbors could just spot me tryna climb the tree next to your window"
your eyes met his, a lazy smile painting your face as you gave the cigarette back to him, "but that's what makes it exciting" hanma blinked in surprise but soon enough a playful smirk painted his features, "you're so much more than what i thought you were, baby doll" he says, arm leaving your shoulder and going down to your waist as he guided you to sit on his lap
"how so?"
"hmm..thought you were a rebellious little girl tryna get revenge on her controlling daddy"
"but it was your doing"
hanma raised a brow, "how so?" this time it was him who asked the question
a shy and out of character smile spread across your lips, "never had the guts to really do stuff like this..always had to be prim n proper, had to be careful with my words n actions ya know what i mean, but the thing is before i met you all those thoughts were just...thoughts"
hanma pulled your body closer to his own, "made daddy's careful little girl a little rebel hmm?" he spoke with that arrogant tone he used whenever he won a fight so easily as he littered your face with kisses
"mhm..you're indeed the best thing that's ever been mine"
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Overtime
Joel Miller x F!reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Summary: You and Joel fight over the remote as adults do.
Warnings/Tags: language, established relationship, handjob (M receiving), some restraint, insinuated that Joel is larger than reader (he can move you around), implied sex, football references, Joel and reader being menaces to eachother
Words: 1165
Notes: Let’s try this again! Tumblr flagged the first one (tumblr you prude!) written for @iamasaddie’s moodboard game! I had so much fun writing this! And seeing everyone else’s creative genius with their moodboards! Huge shoutout to my love and fellow sportsball enthusiast, Angela @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, for letting me talk through stuff and beta reading! And last but not least, @saradika for the divider!
Joel is used to lazy Sunday afternoons on the couch. Typically committing Saturdays for errands and projects, he’s tried to use Sundays as a day to spend time with Sarah, but she’s out of town with her best friend until this evening. Which is how Joel finds himself spread out on the couch, the warm sun pulling through your window on the other side of town.
The tv hums with the voices of the sportscasters over the Cowboys’ game. He can hear you bustling around in your bedroom, two threads keeping him tied to consciousness.
There’s the distinct sound of your footsteps and the channel switching as the broadcaster’s voices change. They’re leading into the late game.
“I was watching that,” Joel says, gruffly.
“You’re sleeping.”
“Am not.” Joel runs a hand over his face, slowly blinking his eyes open. “Just resting my eyes.”
You let out a huff of laughter. “Okay, Dad.”
He eyes your backside as you’re engrossed in the pregame commentary. Dressed in the familiar light blue of your well worn Houston Oilers shirt, a smile spreads across his face. “Is that really what you want to call me?”
You flip him off.
Joel bites back a laugh. He reaches out, pinching your bottom firmly between two fingers. You squeal, spinning to face him. “Joel Miller,” you say, crossing your arms.
“C’mon, Sweetheart. The Oilers left Texas years ago. They ain’t even the Oilers anymore,” he prods, knowing he’ll get a rise out of you. “Turn the Cowboys game back on. It’s almost over.”
“My aligiance is not dependent on the location of my team.” You stick your tongue out. “The cowgirls should’ve put the Giants away by now. Not that you would have noticed.”
“Rude.” He scowls.
“My house, my rules, Miller.”
He lets out a sound that reminds you of a growl and before you have time to tease him about it, his arms are around you, pulling you down to the couch with him. You laugh as his lips press to your neck right where you like it.
Your laughter quickly turns into a soft moan as your head dips against his shoulder. His fingers skirt under the hem of your shirt, caressing the soft flesh of your stomach. “You like that baby?”
You nod your head as soft whimpers fall from your lips. Joel chuckles again. His arm slips around your waist, tugging you flush against him.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs in your ear, fingertips trailing down your wrist.
If you thought you couldn’t melt anymore, you’re wrong. Something akin to a whine escapes your lips as you turn your head to kiss him. You’re so close to his lips when his slow chuckle turns to a laugh and the tv remote slips from your grasp.
He flips the station back just as the Cowboys are kicking off for overtime. Before you can react, he tosses it across the room, holding you against him.
“You jackass!” You strain against him, trying to break free.
“I’m just trying to finish my game.”
“You barely started it before you passed out.”
“Wasn’t sleepin.” Joel’s voice is still gruff in your ear.
You try to wiggle free, but it’s useless. He knows from more than enough experience how to keep you in one spot.
You get more anxious as the minutes tick by, shifting as you can between his legs.
“They’re about to kick off,” you fuss at him.
“Overtime will be done soon.” He pats your thigh placatingly. “We’ll turn on your Oilers’ game then, or whatever they’re calling themselves now.”
You roll your eyes.“The Titians?” You shift again.
“I know my teams, Sweetheart.” Joel nips at your earlobe, eyes trained ahead. “And quit shiftin.”
You furrow your brow, until it hits you, literally. His cock presses into your back as a slow smirk spreads across your face. “Why? Is this affecting you?”
You rub against him more intentionally this time. His breath grows ragged in your ear. His hands move to your hips, desperate to stop your motions. He’s not going to let you win the game.
Try as he might, he doesn't have the sheer strength to keep you immobile. Your hands drop to his thighs, fingers trailing the inner seam of his jeans.
You glance behind you. Joel refuses to look at you, a slight twitch in his set jaw. You’re not sure he’s actually absorbing the game anymore.
Your hand creeps up, landing between the two of you as you palm his erection.
He lets out a low groan, gripping your wrist. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
You smirk. “Who said I couldn’t?”
He groans, back hitting the couch, but keeps a hold of your non-dominant hand, tethering you to him.
You pop open the button of his jeans and his cock springs free. You raise an eyebrow at him. “This is a new development.”
“Had to make things easier for you.” He winks.
You scoff, tracing a vein with your finger tips. “Such a pretty little cock.”
“Little?” He teases. “Ain’t nothing little here, Sweetheart.”
You spit in your free hand before gripping him. You run a finger over his tip, spreading out the precum that’s begun to leak. Joel’s head hits the couch with a low groan.
Using your tongue and hands, you waste no time working him to the edge. You’re far enough into your relationship to know how to get Joel off with quick efficiency.
His hips thrust up. “Fuck, Just like that, Sweetheart. You know how I like it.”
His eyes are closed, chest heaving with desire. He’s all but forgotten about the heated overtime match playing on the TV.
You could finish him off right here. Two quick moves and you know he’d make a mess right here, but his grip on your wrist loosens just enough for you to slip free.
The moment your warmth is gone, Joel’s eyes open. He’s dazed, looking blissed out on your couch. He makes eye contact with you, and you shoot him a wink before flipping the station once again to your football game.
Joel groans, rising to his feet. Laughter settles in your bones. He’s trying to look menacing, but his features are still clouded in lust and desire.
“That wasn’t very nice of you.”
“Neither was turning off my game in my house.”
He rips the remote from your hands, tossing it to the couch. He grabs your hips, spinning you toward the wall.
Your hands spread out against the dry wall with a thud, breath catching in your throat as heat floods your body. “Suppose I need to teach you a lesson now, Sweetheart.” He drags out the nickname as if there’s nothing sweet about you.
Shivers rush down your spine. You’re not sure how much of a lesson he teaches you, but it’s worth missing the first quarter.
Joel doesn’t know how his game ends until the halftime report and quite frankly, he doesn’t care.
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Boyfriend Headcannons (Pt. 2)
Actors: Reo, Nagi, Shido, Ness, Kaiser
Notes: Shido being Shido, mentions of eugh...Kaiser... and also Kaiser
Reo Mikage:
He spoils the hell out of you
He loves buying you so many things, adores seeing your excited face when he gifts you them
Even if you insist you don't need anything, he'll still buy you many things
He likes cuddling with you as well
He pulls you against his chest and kisses you softly
He likes taking you on various trips with his family and likes buying you things there was well
Nagi's usually there as a third wheel, but you usually forget since he's so quiet
Though, he will interrupt you two sometimes
You go to his matches, and he always wants you wearing his number when you show up
He also likes it when you wear his jersey around the house when you're both home
Texts you all the time, and always wants you texting back almost immediately
He doesn't get too jealous when it comes to other guys hitting on you
And he knows that Nagi wouldn't hit on you
He's confident in himself enough
That's not to say he's not possessive (I mean, we all saw how he reacted to Nagi, right?)
You give too much attention to some guys, and he's pulling you back, stating that you're his
Seishiro Nagi:
A very lazy boyfriend
He likes lying on top of you and plays video games, typically plays phone games
He likes to bring out his Switch Joy-cons so you two can play some two-players
He likes bringing out Snipperclips or Mario Kart the most
When he does lie on you, he likes giving you soft kisses on occasion
You also kiss his forehead whenever you see him getting particularly angry at his games
If you get stuck on a game, he's checking out where you are and gives his insight on how to do a bit better, but more just likes sitting back and watching you play
Builds you a pc, it took effort, but seeing your smile makes it worth it
You like going to his games and you wear his number when you go there
He tries to keep himself from doing something like pumping his fist in the air so that you don't see him doing something cringe
You definitely wear his jersey around the house, but he doesn't understand way
He likes being the little spoon even though he's tall as fuck
Just hold him while he sleeps, and he won't complain in the morning about how his partner didn't hold him the previous night
He's not jealous, you're sure he's almost incapable of it
But, if someone were to hit on you, he looms over them and just stares at them to scare them off
Shido Ryuusei:
Oh dear god, this is your boyfriend
Loves getting into competitions with you over almost anything
Soccer, racing back home, who can get the most groceries, everything
He likes pulling you into hugs and keeping you on his lap
Even if he falls asleep with you in his lap, he's got a death grip on you and doesn't let you go, even while asleep
He does, occasionally, squeeze you a bit too hard, but a sharp slap will wake him right up
He likes biting you. Non-sexually, just bites you wherever and whenever, eyes on you or not
Usually, your ears, cheeks, lips, and on occasion, your neck
He'll stop if you ask him to, but if you don't, oh well
If you tell him not to fight someone, he will not fight them
You and Sae are pretty much the only people who can tame the demon
Speaking of Sae, you both get along due to both of you being Shido's handers
You're the only non-player/non-manager who's allowed in the locker room, since you're the only person who can calm him down before a game
He loves seeing you wearing his number and gives you a big kiss right before the game and during halftime... and so many kisses after the game
Adores it when you cheer for him, it's like he has a personal cheerleader, and that's a little hot to him
Smack him whenever he says that. Sae already will smack him, but another one won't do any harm
If you cook something, this boy will eat it, regardless of anything you say about it. Not enough seasoning, overcooked? He's still eating it and will not complain at all
He's not jealous, but he likes warding off guys, makes him feel like he's your protector
He trusts Sae not to flirt with you and vice versa
Alexis Ness:
Such a cute, darling boyfriend
So respectful to you, never tries to cross a boundary
Holds your hand in public and likes listen to you ramble on about your day
Kaiser can't help but be a little jealous of your relationship, since he doesn't have a partner, and now Ness' partner is taking up so much of his free time
Which you do, unashamed
You also like kissing Ness right in front of Kaiser, just to make him extra jealous
You give him soft little headpats, and it turns into you just playing with his hair
It's surprisingly softer than you expected
He loves it when you play with his hair
He likes holding you close and likes making you the little spoon
Enjoys it when you show up at his games, and doesn't expect you to wear his number, but gets very blushy and happy when you do
Do not think you're exempt from the "Respect Kaiser to the higest degree" attitude Ness has, because you're not
He's more lenient, but doesn't exempt you from it
No, no, he's never jealous at all, what gave you that idea?
You mean the fact that he glares at almost anyone who looks at you? That's crazyyyy
Michael Kaiser:
Eugh, him
I mean, here's another... lovely (???) boyfriend
He's very possessive and likes hugging up on you in public
Arm slung around your shoulder, leaning against you, keeping you away from reporters
He's kissing your temple when fans notice him though
You meet Alexis and you two get along pretty well, but the way you speak of your boyfriend may make Alexis just a tad upset
I mean, that's The King you're talking about
So, you better not disrespect him when you're int he presence of Alexis
However, berate him all you want in private. He truly won't do anything when you do
Just makes him make his stupid smirk
You also call him The King, which makes him smile and smirk like a bastard, but if you follow it with an insult or beratement, the smile is wiped clean off, and now you're smirking
Knock him down a peg on occasion, I believe in you
Always wants you to show up at his game, always wants you to wear his number, always wants you to cheer him on when you watch him
After games, he can't get off of you, and carries you back home
Jealousy? People are far too scared to approach you, and that's because if Kaiser notices them looking at you, then he gives a glare and they look away
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summer with zerobaseone
written in second person pov, gn reader, fluff, established relationship wc: ~1.5k
!! mentions of food
jiwoong
- the weather’s hot af but jiwoong’s hotter
- no but swimming with jiwoong>>
- idk but i have this idea that jiwoong probably doesn’t know how to swim but since he’s tall af that ability isn’t really necessary, he’s just there to sit there and look hot and make you blush over him.
- would probably attack you with water and it ends up becoming a whole water fight, his whole ‘sit there and look hot’ thing long forgotten
- he would take u window shopping (in this hot ass weather?) you’d be sweating your ass off and this menace would have his sunglasses over his head with his hands in his pocket, walking around cooly like he’s unbothered by the weather
- but still, he’d be holding a mini fan for you and helping u cool off, bring you to air-conditioned areas and spoil you by buying you whatever you want at the mall
zhanghao
- zhanghao would be like the rest of the population
- it is way too hot to go outside and so you two would spend your summers together at home, cooped up in your bed and spending lazy days with the air conditioner on, limbs tangled up together in the cozy embrace of your bed
- movie marathons every single night literally
- you guys would be binge watching any summer series or movie, you laying comfortably in his embrace as the both of you immerse yourselves in the film, his arms draped around you and your head leaning against him
- and since u have so much time on your hands, you two would attempt to bake but it always end up really disastrous, both of you covered in flour as the kitchen’s a mess, laughing hysterically and having fun together
- it’s yours and zhanghao’s world and we’re just living in it
hanbin
- hanbin LOVES going out with u and so, in this weather, going out is typically a hard task but this man would not give up
- probably brings you to one of those rocky beaches yk and walks around with you while your hands are interlocked together and probably brings you to sit down on one of the rocks, overlooking the clear blue ocean as the waves hit the surface, cool ocean breeze helping you cool off
- you were admiring the serene view while he was admiring another view in front of him, you, the most angelic person he has ever laid his eyes upon
- would try to make cold smoothies for you at home, hoping it can somehow cool off the heat
- like he would be exploring new recipes every other day, using different ingredients, trying to find the perfect formula and make your favourite drink, and sometimes u would try (keyword: try) to help but the most work you’ve done was pour things
matthew
- matthew would make u sit there in your living room, on the couch, and watch every single summer disney channel show or movie known to man like imagine watching high school musical 2 with him
- just the two of you being silly and singing along to the songs like matthew would absolutely slay fabulous and the two of you singing duets tgt like gabriella and troy who? i onky know matthew and you.
- would go island-hopping with you like him bringing you on a little trip to the countryside, just having the time of your life riding bikes around and if you don’t know how to, he would teach you and open up your inner child
- buys those bottles of bubbles and run around with you, blowing bubbles
- and dipping your feet into the warm seawater by a small beach, matthew sneakily kicking water towards you and you fighting back, resulting in the both of you soaked in water
- he would spend all of his money on food like you’re eating good this summer. like relaxing cafe dates together, just you two chatting and talking about literally anything and enjoying the day
taerae
- going to music festivals and concerts with taerae omg
- okay but music and u? the two things he loves the most? sign him up.
- u two would have the time of your lives at those concerts, singing your heart out to your favourite artists’ songs and taerae can hardly focus on the concert bc how can he when a literal angel is right next to him?
- others will be looking at the stage but he’s staring and admiring you, the sight of your ecstatic state and wide smile leaves a small lovesick smile on his face
- karaoke with taerae plz u two just vibing to summer songs like imagine dancing and singing to dance the night away by twice with taerae that would be so fun, his astonishingly beautiful voice just makes it better
- both of you letting loose and singing your heart out, letting out all emotions like imagine taerae crying while belting to some love song bc it reminds him of you and he gets emotional
ricky
- he’s young and rich so he brings u on a surprise little summer getaway to some tropical country, makes sure you get to relax throughout the whole trip and he would plan everything for you
- literally spending all day at a spa resort with him and lounging around the hotel swimming pool, getting massages and stuff
- lazing around in your hotel, cuddling until afternoon and him treating you to some fancy brunch while overlooking a beautiful view you can’t normally see in the city
- takes you out shopping and whatever you eyes land on for even just a millisecond, he’s buying it for you like an ugly and useless keychain? u want it, he buys it for u
- this is unserious but imagine ricky fanning u with those big leaves like he’s your servant yk what im saying like boy is so down bad for u
gyuvin
- walking eumppappa with him omg
- gyuvin holding onto eumppappa’s leash with one hand and the other intertwined with your hand, him staring intently into your eyes as you talk about literally any topic, he’d still pay attention and listen
- eumppappa is basically third-wheeling
- when you’re at the dog park, you watch as gyuvin plays catch with his dog although it looked more like two puppies playing together in your opinion, gyuvin excitedly running around with eumppappa following behind him, playing catch with eumppappa and throwing eumppappa’s favourite tennis ball around
- him literally caressing eumppappa’s face lovingly with his large hands, pure ecstasy and joy on his face as a smile full of adoration appears on your face
- and then he treats you to ice cream later, both of you sharing one spoon as gyuvin feeds you and tries to get eumppappa to stop trying to eat your ice cream as you laugh at the scene in front of you
gunwook
- imagine getting slushies with gunwook bc the weather is just so hot and you guys needed a beverage to cool off like you guys would share your drinks and trying the flavours each other got
- and beach date with gunwook!! imagine having a picnic on the beach with him, him literally being down bad for you and feeding you like he barely even eats he’s just there to admire you with sparks in his eyes, intently immersed in what you were chatting about
- like the both of you lying on the mat and your limbs tangled up, your head in his lap as he gently strokes your hair and admires your face
- you and gunwook would be like those cheesy couples that write your names on the sand together smth like ‘gunwook + y/n’ with a heart around it and he giggles to himself about it all day long
- also would splash water on you and play around with you, picks you up and threatens to throw you into the ocean (he’s joking i hope)
yujin
- this boy loves amusement parks so yeah he’d bring you to one. like wearing matching headbands and all
- drags you to every single ride and the whole time you’re queueing up, you’re chatting with him and the long waiting time doesn’t even seem that long anymore bc time always flies by fast when you’re with yujin
- holds your hand on rides like fingers interlocked and during the ride, he would suddenly turn his head to you and stare at you with his cute bunny smile, thinking about how lucky he is to have you
- makes sure you’re feeling well and constantly reminds you to drink some water or buy you cold drinks to make sure you’re okay
- you guys sharing a mini fan but it’s actually just yujin holding it and having it face you most of the time and you getting upset at that and pushing it towards him and you guys just argue about that the whole time
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HHihihi love your writing !!
Can I req the pjsk boys with a gf thays an absolute simp?
Like shes got plushies, posters, keychains and all sorts of stuff of char
Shes also super short and cute and can sometimes be super lazy or super bubbly
Basically unpredictable
ty <3
✧ pjsk boys with a fangirl s/o.
summary: they visit your room filled with plushies, posters and other trinkets of them for the first time
pairings: akito, rui, tsukasa, toya x fem!reader (separately)
genre: fluff
warnings: kinda suggestive in rui’s part depending on how you interpret it
a/n: waaa this was such a cute prompt, thank u for requesting!! i sorta rushed toya's part pls forgive me toya fans
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shinonome akito
when he walks into your room for the first time he literally just stands there in the doorway like 😦
he’s so flustered seeing all the posters and plushies of himself situated around the room
he can’t stop smiling when you enthusiastically take him by the arm to give an impromptu room tour
like he tries to act all calm and indifferent but inside he’s just whwhsnjhdwkh
he reluctantly admits the plushies are cute, but when you offer him one, he awkwardly refuses
and then you go to put it back and he’s like “hey, wait, I was joking!” and wrestles it from your grip
♪
"You really went all out, huh?" he frowns, but there's a playful glint in his eyes. Deep down, he's touched that you've dedicated your room to him.
He tries to keep up the act, shooting you a sidelong glance with a half-smile, but it's evident that he's struggling to keep his composure. His cheeks tint with a subtle shade of pink, and he's fighting to suppress the grin threatening to break free. It's a strange mix of embarrassment and flattery, seeing how much you appreciate him.
“Come on, Aki, you know you love this!” you say.
Finally, he sighs, the corners of his lips betraying a genuine smile.
"Alright, alright, you win. But only because it's you," he admits, his eyes softening. "I never thought my face would end up plastered all over someone's room. You really know how to catch a guy off guard."
You grin.
"But," he continues, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I know a thing or two about catching someone off guard too."
Before you can respond, he closes the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a playful yet sweet kiss. As he pulls away, there's a teasing smile on his face.
"Consider us even now.”
kamishiro rui
OML THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP TEASING YOU ABOUT IT
the moment he sees all of your merch of him he becomes cocky af
he would definitely make you more stuff to add to your room
he’ll try to redecorate your room a bit for you, putting up posters and hanging lights (under your guidance ofc)
secretly steals some of the plushies when he leaves because they’re cute
forces brings tsukasa over to your room just so he can see the huge collection of items
♪
“Oh? Looks like someone can’t get enough of me…” Rui giggles, placing a kiss on your forehead as his arm snakes around your waist.
“Do you like it?” you ask excitedly.
“Why wouldn’t I? They’re all me, after all.”
You cross your arms at his arrogance, but can't help the smile that tugs at your lips. Rui had always been confident, but since stepping foot into your room, it seems to have grown tenfold.
He pulls you closer, his hand resting on the small of your back. "But you know what would make your collection even better?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Ooh, what?" you ask, intrigued.
"More of me," he says with a smirk, his gaze traveling to your bed filled with plushies. "Maybe a body pillow?"
“Rui!”
“Hm? I’m sure you would enjoy it.”
tenma tsukasa
tsukasa.exe has stopped working
after what seems like eternity of silence he just goes AHSAHSJAKAK (the typical tsukasa scream yk)
IMMEDIATELY gives you a big hug; he matches your energy so well
if there's a poster with him in it, then he'll love standing in front of it and striking poses for your amusement
sits on your bed and pretends to be one of the plushies just to hear your cute laugh
♪
“My eyes have been blessed by the sight of this glorious shrine! I am unworthy of such devotion, and yet, here it is!" Tsukasa dramatically threw himself onto the plushie-covered bed, hand over his heart.
"Tsukasa, you're being a bit—"
"Shh! This is my moment of gratitude!" He interrupted, eyes sparkling with mock sincerity.
"Okay, I'm listening," you said with an amused smile.
He clasped his hands together, looking up at the ceiling as if addressing the merchandise gods. "Thank you, [name], for bestowing upon me this sanctuary of Tsukasa. I shall carry the weight of this honor with the grace of a thousand swans and the dignity of a soaring eagle. May the Tsukasa vibes forever resonate in this hallowed space!"
You burst into a fit of giggles, unable to contain it any longer. Tsukasa, satisfied with his grand thank-you speech, looked at you while beaming.
As the laughter subsided, Tsukasa gently cupped your face, his fingers tender against your skin. He leaned in, closing the gap between you with a soft, lingering kiss.
“Thank you so much, [name]!”
aoyagi toya
he takes in the room for a few moments before breathing out a soft “wow”
it srsly means SO much to him when his s/o is his biggest fan
he reaches out to touch some of the items, almost as if to confirm that it's real.
♪
Eventually finding his words, Toya turns to you with a soft expression and says, "Thank you. This... means a lot to me."
You smile cheerfully.
“You deserve it, Toya! You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
"You didn't have to go through all this trouble for me," he says softly.
You shake your head and pull him into a hug. Toya hesitates for a moment before returning the hug, a genuine warmth in his embrace.
"You're worth every bit of trouble," you assure him, the sincerity in your voice echoing your unwavering support. "Seeing you happy and appreciating this makes it all worthwhile.
As you hold each other, he speaks, his voice muffled against your shoulder, "I just... never expected someone to believe in me this much. It's a bit overwhelming, you know? But in a good way. …I love you."
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★ Namjoon
↳ Lazy Day // fluff. domestic!AU, established relationship. 549 words
★ Jin
↳ Don't Go Baking My Heart // fluff. bakery!AU, strangers to lovers. 14.7k.
You fall in love with Kim Seokjin’s bakery after wandering into it to take advantage of the post-Valentine’s Day discount on the chocolates. Maybe it’s the owner’s bad jokes, maybe it’s the other regulars, maybe it’s the delicious pastries. Or maybe there’s something more that keeps you coming back to that shop.
★ J-Hope
↳ For the First Time (What's Past is Past) // fluff, light angst, smut. neighbors!AU, strangers to lovers. 15.7k
After your eight years relationship comes to a brutal end, you don’t really see yourself getting back into dating — ever, probably. And then, your new neighbor who has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen needs to borrow a corkscrew, and you don’t realize it just yet, but your resolve doesn’t stand a chance.
★ Jimin
↳ Fly to my room // fluff. college!AU. 1k
↳ good for you // PWP, smut. friends with benefits!AU. 2.9k
★ Jungkook
↳ I Don't Like a Gold Rush // fluff. college!AU, strangers to lovers. 17.3k
Jungkook is the golden boy, an excellent student, the star of you college’s football team. Rumor has it, there’s simply nothing he can’t do. The same cannot be said about you, but you’ve never had an issue with that. You’re happy with your small group of friends and your lack of talent in sports. And then, Jin befriends Jungkook, and you find yourself spending a lot of time with him. Before you know it, you’ve taken an interest in him — and you’re sure you shouldn’t. There’s no way this can end well for you… right?
↳ if i can never give you peace // series. angst, eventual smut. mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, enemies to lovers, slow burn. in progress.
It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed.
Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.
Until he comes back.
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STRAY KIDS
★ Bang Chan
↳ all your friends are so cool, you go out every night // smut. college!AU, friends with benefits!AU, jealousy. 5k.
↳ hoodie season // tooth-rotting fluff. established relationship AU. 1.4k.
★ Lee Know
↳ when he sees me // smut, fluff, angst. neighbors!AU. 13.3k. in progress.
Interacting with others has never been easy for you, whether it is talking to them or, worse, flirting with them. As a result, relationships, but also any form of sexual interactions have always eluded you. You had no reason to think that was going to change anytime soon.
And then your hot neighbor’s cat shows up in your apartment, and you think that things just might change. Even if it’s only on one front.
↳ kinda wanna throw my phone across the room // fluff. college!AU, coffee shop!AU, strangers to lovers, jealousy. 4.9k
★ Changbin
↳ wanna be you so bad // angst? college!AU, academic rivals!AU, jealousy. 4.3k
★ Hyunjin
↳ you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad // PWP, smut. college!AU, established relationship. 4.4k
↳ comparison is killing me slowly // hurt/comfort, smut. college!AU, established relationship, jealousy. 5.2k. same couple as you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad.
★ Han
↳ i'm so sick of myself // fluff, angst. college!AU, friends to lovers. 4.2k
↳ something's waiting now to pounce // angst, light horror, thriller. high school!AU, slasher!AU, friends to lovers. 6.3k.
★ Felix
↳ felix navidad // fluff, angst. christmas evel!au, strangers to lovers. 16.4k
You keep seeing Felix around. First he falls in your courtyard on Christmas Eve, then you see him hiding chocolate eggs in a park, and then he appears on the staircase behind your apartment, in the middle of the night. It’s unusual, and you have no idea what it means. What you do know, though, is that you’re absolutely fascinated by him, who he is, and the light and joy he seems to bring with him everywhere he goes. Even if you have no idea who or what he is, all that you want is to find out more — and get to spend a little more time with him.
↳ rather be anyone else // angst. college!AU, friends to lovers, jealousy. 3.7k
↳ wouldn't you like to see something strange? // angst, suggestive. urban fantasy, roommates!AU. 4k.
★ Seungmin
↳ i think i think too much // fluff, suggestive. college!AU, established relationship, jealousy. 3.7k
↳ everybody make a scene // fluff, angst (both light). coworkers!AU, convenience store!AU, friends to lovers. 4k
★ I.N.
↳ all i see are girls too good to be true // fluff, light angst. college!AU, idiots to lovers, jealousy. 3.9k
↳ take a chance and roll the dice // fluff. coworkers!AU, bar!AU. 3.7k
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Hello<3 can you do Masky, Toby, Jeff and Ben with a mean teen readerr? Like there just mad all the time but its because of trauma or something?:0 I LOVE YOU SMM TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MLLL!!<33
Jeff and Tim are NOT gonna take that shit 😰
Thank you so much for requesting!!
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Masky
Honestly the dad in him comes out a bit
Like his whole thing is "what makes you think you get to act like that?"
He gets it, you've had a rough life but so has EVERYONE ELSE HERE
Just because your life sucked doesn't mean you get to be an asshole
He will treat you like a baby
Partly just to tick you off, and partly because if you act like a baby, you're gonna get treated like one
He'll put you in time out, he'll take things away, he'll put hot sauce in your mouth, etc
And the thing is, you can't even tattle to slender because slender agrees with Tim!
I think maybe here and there he'd ask you why you're always so angry, and what he can do to help, and if you don't answer, he doesn't mind because he understands
But if you do answer, your relationship begins to grow, and he learns how to help you out better
He doesn't want you to be mad all the time, because even though it might not seem like it sometimes, he does care about you
But as much as he cares, he also isn't gonna let a literal child bully him
He's way too old for that shit >:/
Toby
He's kind of scared of you
He just stays out of your way
His relationship with you is similar to his relationship with Jeff
He and Jeff are friends, yes, but they aren't close
And most of the time, Toby will choose to avoid Jeff rather than hangout with him
That's how he sees you too
You're a good kid! He just doesn't wanna upset you
The very few interactions you have with him are typically just him sucking up to you, or him doing his best to tiptoe around everything that could upset you
And because of this, you do take advantage of him sometimes
"Toby go get me a snack"
"I dunno y/n, don't you think you could go...get it yourself this time?" As he says this almost every word has a whistle or click after it, showing how nervous he is
You will slowly turn your head to look at him with a glare "I know you aren't calling me lazy"
"No, no! I-I would never! I'm just saying-"
"OH! So you're calling me fat then?"
"No!"
"Then go get me a snack before i make you regret the day your mommy queefed you out"
He REALLY needs to learn to stand up for himself smh
And typically he is pretty good at standing up for himself but yk
Kids scare him
Jeff
With his explosive anger issues you will not last more than 3 seconds around him omg
He is not above fist fighting a child btw
I mean yk, he'd get punished for it but that doesn't stop him
The second you try anything around him he checks you real quick
If you back off, he will get a boost of pride and say some shit like "Yeah, that's what I thought"
If you double down with it, it will likely turn into an all out screaming match
Until someone pulls him away and is like "dude you can't be fighting with little kids :/"
He will always call you names and always be sour around yo
Crotch goblin, little shit, failed abortion
you know, the usual <333
Honestly im gonna be so real with you for a second, the way I see yalls relationship going is only to one drastic side of a spectrum
You could bond over your anger issues and become best friends/siblings with an unbreakable bond
OR you could become so sour towards each other that the caretakers of the manor literally have a meeting about changing your schedule a bit to get around Jeff's
No in between its only one of those two
Yeah, Jeff doesn't take no shit from anyone
Even children, gotta teach em young <333
Ben
Ben, being so chill genuinely does not care what you do to him
Since he doesn't have a physical body, you can't fight him either
So sometimes he will pick fights with you just to make you mad
I'm desperately trying to make Ben's section more than 3 bullets long
I'm telling you he literally does not care, does not react, NOTHING.
You could be screaming at him and he will just continue about his day like you aren't even there
Which of course, makes you more mad
But again, he doesn't care
Making you try harder and harder just to get a reaction out of him
The only reaction you will get is out of Jeff, and we already talked about his dramatic ass
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Long Post: Why I Don’t Like The Drow
I’ve been ranting about this to a friend on discord (a lot of points I make will come from him) but I’ve finally figured out what my issue with the drow is outside of inherently evil groups being dumb.
The drow are boring. Drow lore is less of a dive into a unique culture and more of a list of fucked up things they do. Like, I cannot name a single interesting aspect of typical drow society that does not directly involve murder, sexism, or slavery, or Lolth. And even then, most of those things are written about in an incredibly bland fashion with them.
The Drow don’t really have much depth to them, and are just kind of evil for evil’s sake (or “because Lolth said so”). They do slavery, but the only real purpose of doing slavery for them is “because Lolth said so”. It isn’t for cheap labor, it’s to be more evil. They betray each other purely because that’s what evil people do. They’re misandrist, not for any real societal reason, but because Lolth hates men. There’s none of what would make slavery an interesting topic or story element, no justification for why they should be allowed to commit one of the worst injustices possible, no real economic reason for it. They just do it because Lolth says they should, and from a writing perspective it hammers home the fact that they’re evil. They aren’t evil because they enslave and murder, they enslave and murder because they’re evil, if that makes any sense.
Them being written as comically evil as they are also hurts them from a worldbuilding perspective. They’re so reliant on slaves for menial labor that the lower class of their society struggle to get jobs. Drow culture so obsessed with betrayal and dumbass house wars that even when actively under attack from the outside they sabotage each other. They’re so decadent that their buildings are held up with magic and semi regularly collapse when a spell fails. To put it bluntly, drow society feels like one that should have collapsed in a few centuries, which, funnily enough, is way longer than D&D elves live.
Their culture being so monolithic also makes writing anything about them difficult. Every drow antagonist is going to have near identical motivations, methods, and ideologies as every other drow antagonist. Every drow protagonist is going to ultimately feel very similar to Drizzt, because leaving their fucked up society to become a do-gooder is such a common backstory element that they added a whole extra god just for doing that. In fact, you can divide 90% of drow characters from any official materials into these categories:
Manservant
Ambitious male, usually a wizard (5 bucks says he has long hair and a widow’s peak)
Dommy Mommy Warcrime Woman
Drizzt Do’Urden or one of his many duplicates
Self-loathing and/or resentful Drider
And finally, their existence almost purely to be humanoid enemies you can fight at nearly any levels is just kind of lazy. This is a problem that I have with the “evil races” of a lot of fantasy but having a group that’s evil by birth just feels like an excuse to not have to write actual motivations for your antagonists. It’s the difference between “go attack this camp of soldiers because they’re part of the SkullMurder army and their general wants to use our land to build a dread fortress” vs “go attack this camp of soldiers specifically because they’re drow/goblins/orcs/the dreaded peepee-poopoo folk”. Using stuff like this just feels like an excuse to not have to write an actual antagonist since it comes pre-written in the group’s lore. This has the side effect of whenever such a group is the antagonist of the plot, the players or audience know near exactly what to expect. The orc is here to conquer, the goblin is here to steal, and the drow is here to enslave or do some dark ritual.
I’ve legitimately heard people say “well if XYZ can’t be inherently evil anymore, who will we use as bad guys?” It’s very simple: whoever the fuck we want. Write an evil queen, or a scheming wizard, or an underground slave trade network. For God’s sake, anyone can be evil, you don’t need to tie that to a specific ethnic group and write it as “they’re just like that”. Write an actual character for your antagonist.
#dnd#dnd lore#rant post#it’s also incredibly funny to me that the duergar are a near exact copy of the drow (but with dwarves)#and they somehow manage to be more interesting than the drow
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Hello💕💕💕💕 me again I just really love your story's and I would like to be known has '💕💕'<3 another request 💕hurt/fluff 💕
💕Adopted child male reader x parent Adam, were reader died from his father and went to heaven but doesn't have a place to stay of course his like 2 and Sera does not know to do with him so she just give him to Adam and told him to just keep him for a while to find someone willing to take care of y/n.💕
💕While Adam first saw y/n he just take cared for the kid and kept on saying how the kid was soo annoying, after a few months he started to actually started to get attached with y/n but then Sera asked Adam for the y/n back because she found a orphanage that will like to take care of y/n and maybe find a real family but Adam quickly refused saying that he would like to keep y/n so Sera was alright.💕
💕So after a few 10 years y/n and Adam became inseparable! Going to their favorite bands and y/n knowing how to play the electric guitar and even the drums. This year y/n wants to go and see his dad killing those sinners but Adam isn't too sure on letting his son but he let him because he kept on begging him to come so he allowed it just this once and to try stay close to Lute ( Lute is kinda like a babysitter for Y/n ).💕
💕Y/n was rooting for his father while he was fighting with Lucifer ( more like Lucifer fighting with Adam) until when Adam fell on the floor while Lucifer was punching Adam, then Charlie said that Adam had enough before y/n could run to his father and tell him if they could go home now the little red demon girl stabbed his father, y/n quickly ran towards his father grabbing the girl out of his father, crying fat tears and keep on saying "please don't go, dad" ( or whatever you want)💕
You can write the ending I am too lazy 🙃
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Okay so I've never written child reader before so I hope it matches your expectations! xoxo/p
Born to Lose
pairing: dad!Adam & child!male!reader (platonic)
warnings: language, canon typical violence, major character death
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
The woman in the pretty white dress with the beautiful looking wings handed you over to that man with golden wings and long horns attached to his head, he looked a little grumpy.
“Why me though?” the first man asked, clearly displeased with the situation that had been forced onto him. What was he supposed to do with a two year old? Sure, he did have children back in the garden but… that was ages ago. He also had Eve back then, to help him raise them. How he was alone with nothing but you in his arms.
Sera was serious about this. A situation like that rarely happened and usually there had always been angels willing to take the child in, but not this time. Not when you had arrived in heaven. Your hands clumsily reached up to one of Adam's horns, you wrapped your small palm around it and giggled happily. Adam sighed. “I wish there would be a better, more permanent solution, it would be the best for the both of you, but sadly there isn't. It's either you taking him in or him ending up homeless.” Sera's words hung in the air for a moment before Adam sighed again, “Okay yeah, I'm taking him in. But fucking hurry up to find a family for that little shithead.” “Language,” Sera warned the first man who simply rolled his eyes at her before he flipped her off and left the building.
So he had to take care of a motherfucking two year old now. Fucking great, thanks for absolutely fucking nothing, god.
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You were loud, most children your age were. Well, in Adam's defense, he didn't sign up to adopt a two year old. So he was allowed to complain about you. You needed constant attention, always silently begging to be lifted up into his arms by making grabby hands at him and considering that it was the only way Adam was able to get you to shut the fuck up, he carried you around more than he liked to.
You were a clingy, loud, annoying, stinky little brat and yet you made him soften up. Because carrying you around often resulted in the two of you playing. Adam would lift you up in the air, careful not to drop you of course, while you pretend to be flying - which one day you would be. He also complained about your nightly wake up sessions, how annoying and exhausting it was for him to get up at least five times a night to feed you, change your diapers, or simply give you whatever else it was you were craving.
Yet he loved you dearly and wouldn't give you up for anything.
He had already completely forgotten about what Sera had promised him. That she would find a permanent solution for your problem. To him, this was the permanent solution and he was more than fine with it. So when Sera had ordered him into her office and he had stepped inside with you sleeping in his arms, he was quite surprised to see other angels there too. “Who the fuck is that?” Adam asked as he steadied your little head that was resting on his shoulder. “Those are the people willing to take Y/N in, Adam,” the seraphim explained calmly to the first man, who turned his body away from the strangers in order to protect you. His wings were spread, working as a shield. “No fucking way, he's not leaving me now. I took care of this little fucker for the past six months, he's not going to live with somebody else now.” He pressed your little body a bit closer, yet he remained careful, the brunette had no intention in waking you up. And you remained asleep.
Sera folded her hands as she turned towards the angels that were there to pick you up, “As you can see, I'm very sorry to announce that Y/N will stay with Adam. He seems quite attached to the child and the young boy is visibly feeling comfortable around him. Therefore we don't need your service any longer.” And as soon as Sera had finished her little apology, Adam left the building. There was no need to stick around longer and possibly wake you up.
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The years passed and before Adam knew it your twelfth birthday was in the past. Ten years had it been since the first man had been given the task to watch you, raise you. And he did. Once you had learned how to walk and fly, there was nothing that could possibly stop you in any form or way. Talking was also a skill you learned quite quickly, eager to repeat whatever Adam said. At first the first man had thought of it as annoying but he had quickly started to like that little habit of yours. It disappeared as you grew older though.
With six Adam had started to teach you how to play the electric guitar, music had always been a big thing in his parenting methods. He was a guitarist and singer, in God's holy name, of course he would raise you with music. So it had only been a matter of time until he took you to your first ever concert.
The drummer of Adam's band had insisted on teaching you how to play them after you had curiously asked him how he managed to stay so focused on it while also looking ‘badass’.
So. You were twelve, that was fucking old if someone were to ask you. Old enough to join Adam on extermination day. That had been a thing ever since he had adopted you, probably even before. But your father had always told you that you were too young. This year however, you weren't going to back down so easily.
“C’mon dad, you've taught me how to fight, I can defend myself okay? I'm not some whiney, helpless bitch like the other angels up here,” you begged your father.
Ah yes, the language. Your vocabulary was definitely heavily inspired by Adam. A thing Sera disliked, but had stopped commenting on. She still hoped you'd grow into it and learn how to articulate yourself properly.
Adam pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he furrowed his brows, “Jesus, okay, okay, fuck, yeah fine.” He had given in. He had officially allowed you to fight by his side during the extermination. “But you're not leaving my side and if you do, only in company with Lute.” That was something you could agree on. Lute was the most badass bitch you've ever met after all.
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So extermination day rolled around quicker than Adam had liked it too, if he were to make the decisions, he'd skip it simply because that would mean you'd be safe, instead of being surrounded by demon fuck-ups. But he had already agreed, there was no taking it back now.
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Adam was slammed into the ground, neither you nor Lute were in sight as it happened. Lucifer only showed mercy once his daughter reminded him. Adam crawled out of the crater, blood dripping from his face, his body was in pure pain.
You saw him, you also saw the little demon girl that was sneaking up behind him. But things went down way too quick. The little girl pulled out a dagger and stabbed Adam with it. Your father fell face first onto the ground. Pain shot through your body, not physically but emotionally. “Dad,” you screamed as you flew over to his body, the little girl sat proudly on his back. You grabbed her by her throat, your hand was wrapped around it tightly, strategically cutting off her air supply as you ripped the dagger from her tiny hands and lifted it, the tip pointing to her eye. And then you stabbed her.
As you pulled the dagger out, her eye popped out of its socket and blood covered your hands. You stabbed her again, this time in her chest. And again. And again.
The body in your hands went limp and you threw her away carelessly. “Dad, stay with me,” you dropped to your knees next to his head, pulling him onto your lab, “C’mon dad I wanna go home.” Tears started to well up in your eyes as Adam opened his eyes to look at you. His usually bright eyes seemed so lifeless, so dead. Tears streamed down your reddened cheeks and hit his face. “Don’t go dad, don't fucking leave me,” the brunette simply shot you a weak smile of thankfulness. Thankfulness that he didn't have to die alone, that you were there.
it was Lute who came up behind you to rest her hand on your shoulder. “Y/N,” she spoke so softly yet her voice sounded hurt, “He’s gone,” she stated as Adam's eyes fell shut. “No,“ you screamed as you pulled away from her touch and pressed your father's dead body against your chest, “He’s not- he's Adam, he can't-”
In the background Charlie, surprised, asked, “Adam had a son?” Lucifer nodded, “Well, he isn't one of the kids I know, he must either be heaven born or adopted, but Adam sure is a father.” Something tore in Charlie at the sight.
“Dad- Adam,” you hiccuped as Lute grabbed Adam's halo. “Y/N, we have to go,” but you shook your head violently, “I’m not leaving without my fucking father, don't even try it.” The lieutenant sighed heavily before agreeing to take him with you, to take him back to heaven.
You got up from the ground, straightened your back and spread your wings proudly as you and Lute picked up Adam and carried him to the portal the leader of the exorcists had opened only a couple of hours ago.
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