#🌾 echo answers!

[jjunberry]

What are your thoughts on pervy / loser soobin 🤭 hehe also i lovveee love loveeee what you writeee!!! Like genuinely love it so much !! :3

pervy loser soobin

loser perv soobin! who has a stash of your panties. he steals a pair after each visit to your house. his bottom drawer is full of them. you know he does it, he isn’t the best at hiding the lacy material in his pockets.

loser perv soobin! who leans over your shoulder to help you answer questions. his chest against your back, breath on your neck. his gaze down your shirt, getting the clearest view of your breasts.

loser perv soobin! who has to excuse himself from lecture after you bent over to get your pencil. once he caught sight of your panties he was rock hard. the professor didn’t question his long absence, i mean he is a prized student.

loser perv soobin! who cums in his pants just from your touch. “choi soobin you’re such a loser,” you grinned. he bucked his hips, the wet spot large on his sweatpants. “d-don’t tease,” he whined.

loser perv soobin! who gets jealous of your friends. they’re his friends too but yeonjun’s experienced. taehyun had you once, it made your boy insecure. you only had eyes for him though.

loser perv soobin! who follows you around the mall holding your bags. he’s also finding a big enough changing room to join you in. you needed his opinion on the new lingerie set.

loser perv soobin! who practically cries when you finally let him hit it raw. he grunted and slammed into you, his big teary eyes looking to you. “go ahead baby,” with your permission and a final whine he released into you.

loser perv soobin! who keeps the panties from the first creampie he gave you, like a damn trophy.

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author’s note: soobin pantie stealer confirmed.. hope you enjoyed tysm for requesting anon ♡ !!

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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[artemis-potnia-theron]

How I perceive different deities' energies: (pt. 2)

(based on personal experiences)

Bast 🐈‍⬛: Velvet. Roses. Incense. Aloe vera. Coconut milk. An enchanted vapor that fills the room like a fog, and suddenly its like I've known you for centuries. Light footsteps against wood floor. The humid steam of a sauna. Hot rocks against skin. An abundance of flowers; bouquets from the soul. Black mirrors and purple cystals.

Skadi 🗻: Breathing in winter air. Sharp and crisp within my lungs. Goose bumps. Cloud puffs of breath on a frigid morning. Wolves calling to each other. Dandelions. The whirl of an arrow loosed from its bow. Freshly fallen snow. Thick boots. Leather.

Fenrir 🐺: Righteous fury. Red behind the eyes. A pounding in my chest. An ancient drumb beat. Raw, red meat. Satiated hunger. An ache in my legs like I've been sprinting for a lifetime. Bone shards. The rage of the wronged. A long-fought battle. Bittersweet victory.

Freyja 🏵: My aunt's house. Plush fabric. A banquet. Cherry wine. Waves of gold. A concealed dagger. Calla lilies. Tough love and long embraces. Embroidered silk tapestries. A jewel encrusted mirror. Rosemary. Sun-catchers. Lace.

Kybele 🦁: Mountain mist. Echoing laughter. A voice that sings from somewhere just over the horizon. Dawn breaking. Roasted meat. Whiskey. Frenized dance at dusk. Breathing hard, almost panting. A sting. A balm. Cornflower. Daisies. Queen Anne's lace.

Inanna 🌟: A blue, purple light somewhere in the night. The brightest star in the sky. A river that flows between her and I and you and waves of souls that came before us. A beckoning song and a voice that comes from the heavens. An rare orchid.

Demeter 🌾: Divine rage and divine love. Wind through fields of wheat. Sun-dried tomatoes. Corn boiling in the pot. Hot summer wind. Dried grass. Being carried to my room as a child while I fell asleep. A sweet ache. A mother's touch. Trust, and a torrent of fury when that trust is broken.

Ereshkigal 🦉: Damp earth. Echoes. Owl talons. Quiet as a tomb and breathless whispers. A fluttering of wings in pitch black. Something dancing at the corner of my eye. Strength. Peace. Sterness. Beauty like the cosmos. She demands respect from every tounge.

Persephone 🥀: A funeral shroud. Bioluminescent fungi. Sweet, overripe fruit. Flowers growing from a corpse. Bones in bird nests. A hand clasping mine in the night. The smell of rain. Learning to live with my grief. A fate I no longer run from.

Cailleach Bheur ❄️: Fennel tea. Blizzard air. A lit cabin hearth while the storm rages outside. An heirloom quilt over my shoulders. Quiet. Contemplative. Resolutely austere. She knows all the answers, but she will have her silence. Burning coals. Shepherd's pie. Baked nuts. Glowing silver.

[resetting37]

🌿 and 🌾 for Advik!

thank you !

16 oc questions

🌿 What is something true about your OC that they refuse to admit about themselves? Is there any reason to this besides embarrassment?

Now I do think Advik eventually comes to terms with this (character development, and all) but it took them the longest time to realize that they can be kind of mean sometimes ? Whether it was an accidental insult or purposely cruel towards someone they felt was an awful person therefore "justified".

A lot of Advik's mistakes resulted in them being super defensive (or overly apologetic, therefore distracting from the original issue) The reason behind refusing to admit this is just accepting that they're responsible for some of their problems, you know ?

(Advik is generally a pretty nice guy, so that's why the mean moments are taken off guard)

🌾 What would your OC be like if they were evil. Or if they’re already evil what would they be like as the good guy?

the way I answered that first question before reading this one lmaooo. Okay so Advik is a good guy, but yeah ! Evil AU !!

Now I still think an evil version of Advik would resent their position as a clone and inheritor of the original's wealth and reputation. But I think the hate would cloud the fear normal Advik has, so this evil version would accept the role but abuse the power to spite their family.

Evil! Advik wouldn't be friends with my current main group, much less even know characters like Audrey or Morgan. Instead, they'd gladly take their rivalry with Sean, hell, even be a decent match against him. I also think Echo would like this version of Advik more, because while Echo is up to no good™ in the current storyline, they have to put up a good face so if there was someone worse like Advik by their side, it'd make things a lot easier for Echo.

Personality wise, that mean side I mentioned earlier would be much more apparent. I would also assume more confidence, though the self-hatred would still be there. Still jumps to conclusions, but this time it's bad for everyone, not just Advik lol.

[duskforged]

hey there! 🌾for the ask game! -> Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

Thanks for the ask! For this, I'll describe a mystery character from Unto Summer Kings. Answer under the cut.

Their true form was awe-inspiring: eyes gleaming like summer honey, twice as warm and just as sweet; pale turquoise skin she would lavish with kisses again and again, their darkened lips tasting like the deepest lake water; dark hair flowing always, as if they were forever drifting through the lake they called home.

They were kind, too, not to be mistaken for a mere external beauty, for they granted wishes from their pool, guarding each and every secret to com their way. Their voice was soft as water, their accent melodic and unknowable, echoing with all the voices of long dead ancestors.

And perhaps she was a fool to grant this fair fey her name, but by all the little gods, she would be a fool thrice over, if only to be by their side forevermore.

Answer: Nimue, the Lady of the Lake!

Also yes, Nimue is they/she in this universe, because they are a fey and not bound to the human concept of gender.

[theprojectani]

MAIN ARTICLE:

"FRUITS OF HIS LABOR" 🌾

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The calm ambiance of dawn washed over the farm as all was still; fields of palay and corn lazily swayed along with the silent music of the wind. Chirping crickets could be heard in the canopy of the trees as the white noise of the nearby river was enough to lull anyone back to sleep. Yet on this chilly morning when the sun hasn’t even shone its rays above the hills, I heard my father already up and washing his face with the rainwater he collected overnight from the water drum. The roosters’ crows echoed from a distance, waking the guard dogs who started to bark at them. As they were too loud to continue sleeping, I had woken up the others so that we could start getting ready for the day. After we had all started fixing our beds, my father passed by the door. Rubbing the remaining crusts of sleep away from his bleary eyes, the man stifles a yawn as he stretches his aching limbs, still slightly sore from yesterday’s hard work. I followed him out to the porch where he sat down on his old rattan rocking chair. For a moment, he looked like one of those typical pictures of weary middle-aged men—his wrinkled hands reaching up to scratch at a head full of salt-and-pepper hair as he heaved out a sigh. When I had asked him what troubles him so, he responded, “Madami na naman ang kailangang bilhin” with great defeat evident in his tone.

My father turns to look beyond the acres of his farm, taking in the silent tranquility of the morning. It was still somewhat dark so he chuckled at how he woke up even earlier than the sun and the roosters that resided right outside his doorstep. The view outside stretches to show off the sheer size of the farm; even if it was dark, he knew these fields stretched out as far as the eye could see. With another sigh, he goes about the motions, mind half-awake as his body mechanically moves around his small farm house. By the time he properly registers his surroundings, his fingers are already securing the last buttons of his shirt. Apparently, he’s already fully dressed and ready for the day even without him knowing it.

Stepping outside, my father appeared to list things off of his head—likely the agricultural supplies needed for the farm and crosses them off one by one—fertilizers are running low, same with the sacks, may need to stock up on some insecticides and pesticides since it’ll be dry season, and a new shovel since the last one had just worn out. He then starts his pickup truck, beckons us to get on before driving onto the dirt road. At this point in time, the sun had risen enough that the golden blades of corn crops glistened as it caught the rays of sunlight. He commented, “Buti na lang marami na din ma-haharvest na ang mga mais dito. Sana maraming pupunta naman kay Kuya Matthew mo, Sam.” This I understood as he worries over how not a lot of farmers come to my brother’s grains center to sell their crops. Although this is usually due to how understaffed they are to account for all of them, leading to them going to other grain centers in the town. 

Time passed by quickly as we continued our small talk throughout the ride that we didn’t notice that we had already arrived at the public market. It was a Sunday, which means that it was market day so the town center had become more crowded, bustling with vendors selling their wares, salespeople busy with the onslaught of customers and people who are hurrying to finish their errands. It took a few minutes to get to my mother’s store as there were too many tricycles, pickup trucks, vans and big jeepneys wading through the one lane street. “Mas madami na ding magsasaka na pumunta ngayon, ‘no?,” he remarked as he pointed at the weary older-looking men and women who have been carrying sacks and pesticides that they had just bought.

“Malalaki naman po ang mga dyip dito. Para saan po ba sila?,” asked Chan. My father answered, “Ah, dahil di usually na-a-afford ng mga farmer na pabalik-balik dito sa bayan. Halos lahat sila sa mga baryo nakatira at mga motorsiklo o caravan ang meron sa kanila. Ang mga dyip na iyon ang kanilang mode of transportation kaya mas maraming dumadayo kapag Linggo kasi market day nga naman at ngayon sila bibili uli ng mga kinakailangan nila araw-araw.” His words hold true as many of the jeepneys were packed to the brim of sacks upon racks of goods, and plastic baskets filled with vegetables, meat and other cooking ingredients. This goes the same with the tricycles which one would think would not be able to carry five people and three sacks of fertilizers, but somehow many of them do in this town. 

As we followed my father around and helped him carry what he bought, the rest of the group commented on how delicately frugal other people have been with their basic necessities, scrutinizing and comparing goods while they rarely hesitate to purchase farm supplies that cost four digits—sometimes even five. “Dahil lang yan kasi sa nangungutang kami. Halos lahat walang ibang source of income kaya ini-invest na lahat sa pagsasaka. Kaya mas mahirap kapag di maganda ang ani o bumagyo at bumaha sa lugar namin,” my father explained as he loaded up all the eco bags at the back of the pickup truck. Starting up the engine, he remarked with a small smile, “Kaya dapat mag-aral kayo ng mabuti ah. Ang gusto lang talaga namin na magtapos kayo at makakuha ng magandang trabaho.”

With that, we were out of the town center and driving back to the farmhouse. It was good timing, too, as it just hit noon and the sun was still blazing high up in the sky as ever. Eventually as we got to the house and settled down, we wanted to know more about his experiences so we recorded an interview with him, which can be found through the link below:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1t3BQ3gVS7aN_DK4Cv2vG25_5zBDkUFck/view?usp=sharing

Disclaimer: This is the raw recording of the interview.

[friendzonefrog]

Morbid Curiosity - WIP Intro and Masterpost

Genre: Horror / Thriller

Rating: M (17+) [ may change or vary by installment ]

Status: Conceptualization / Plotting stage

Anthology series spanning several subgenres of horror, highlighting the weird, the paranormal, the terror in the mundane, and those who can't help but go looking for answers. Master tag: #wip: Morbid Curiosity

🎪 #1 Funfair

Paranormal

▸ A college photojournalist visits the site of an abandoned amusement park harboring dark secrets and horrors unknown.

Aesthetics: the cold and wet of autumn // eerie calliope music // echoes in dark tunnels // jumping at your own reflection in a funhouse mirror // creepy clowns.

Influences: Stephen King's 'It' // Jordan Peele's 'Us'

✯ Intro post ✯ Teaser moodboard ✯ Playlist ✯ Character meme (Tens But tag game)

Tag: #wip: Funfair

🌾 #2 Backroad Blues

Southern Gothic

▸ A big storm's brewing in Uncertain, Texas, home to a population of 80 citizens devoted to preserving the town's rich history... however gruesome it may be.

Aesthetics: banjo, harmonica, violin // old farmhouses and lakeside cabins // rusted silos and water towers // scary rednecks with double-barreled shotguns.

Influences: Supernatural // Resident Evil 7 // Jeepers Creepers

♞ Intro post coming soon! ♞ Spotify playlist

Tag: #backroad blues

🏰 #3 The Fall of Strömberg

Gothic/Macabre

▸ In 1520, a banquet was set ablaze, killing a family of Swedish nobles, along with their guests. Since that night, nobody has entered the castle ruins and lived to tell the tale.

Aesthetics: fire against the night sky // gargoyles perched above you // moonlight peering in through stained-glass windows // dark dungeons and long corridors // twisted alchemy.

Influences: Dracula // a dash of Midsommar

❋ Intro post coming soon! ❋ Spotify playlist ❋ Snippet (last line tag game) ❋ Character meme / first look (Tens But tag game)

Tag: #the fall of strömberg

🛒 #4 Night Shift

Slasher

▸ Retail employees on the night shift usually have to fight to stay awake... but tonight they must fight to stay alive, as an unseen killer attempts to pick them off one by one.

Aesthetics: mannequins and their blank smiles // fluorescent lights // loud music blaring over the speakers // handprints on fogged-up freezer doors.

Influences: Scream // I Know What you Did Last Summer // Until Dawn

☾ Intro post coming soon! ☾ Spotify playlist

Tag: #wip: Night Shift

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TAG LIST INFO:

With autumn writing vibes kicking in, and spooky season right around the corner, I'm hoping to be pretty inspired and active with these for the next few months :D

I'll be doing separate tag lists for each installment, since the aesthetics are pretty different. If you're interested in being added to the tag list for one or more of these, lmk! <3

[sing-against-the-sky]

Poems, Prayers, and Promises

Part One

🏜🌒🌾

Summary: An injured stranger shows up at a woman’s door. Romance blossoms. Soft!jake and original female character in a cowboy/homestead au with plenty of hurt/comfort

Warnings for this part: blood/injuries (will be 18+ in future parts)

Author’s notes: I’m posting this again in it’s entirety! More parts to come. I have loved writing this fic and joining the community here on tumblr 💕 This is very self indulgent fluff and I love every minute of it 💕

Master Post

There was someone beating on her door. She startled and jumped out of her chair, the book in her lap tumbling to the ground, Kip barked and stared at the door. She stepped to the hearth and quickly tugged the shotgun off where it sat on the mantle. The sun had been down for an hour at least, there should be no one at her door.

The banging came again.

And a voice.

It was loud enough to understand clearly but she could hear it was strained. “Please. I’m sorry to intrude on your home. My horse threw me down three miles back towards the gorge. I saw your light after the sun had set and thanked my stars. I’m hurt worse than I thought...” His voice trailed off for a moment, she could hear him breathing hard.

She stepped towards the door and put a hand on the lock bar. She looked at Kip again at her feet. He stood alert looking at the door, but his hackles hadn’t risen at the sound of the man’s voice. She took it as a good sign and spoke loud enough to be heard through the door. “Are you armed traveler?”

She could hear the relief in his voice when he spoke again. “Yes ma’am. But my rifle and ammo are on my horse. She’s at the trough by the tree. I have a knife but you can hold onto it for me.” His answer more than satisfied her.

She propped the shotgun on the wall and pushed the lock bar out of place.

The stranger practically fell into her home and she caught him by the shoulders. He wasn’t much taller than her and she was able to keep him on his feet. He held his left side with his hand, blood making his dusty blue shirt dark between his long fingers. She used his momentum to get him the two steps to the chair and turned to quickly close the door. Kip sniffed the man’s fingers but stayed close to her skirts.

When she turned back the man was leaning on the chair and offering his hunting knife and sheath to her with his unbloodied hand. He looked at her from under the brim of his hat as she took it. “You’re kind to take a stranger in at night ma’am. I’m in your debt”

She slid the sheathed knife into her big petticoat pocket and moved to get her shoulder under his arm as he started sliding down the back of the chair. “Don’t thank me yet, traveler. I haven’t fixed that hole in you yet.” He let out a small chuckle, which quickly turned to a pained cough. His face was close to hers as she moved him to sit on the couch across from the fire and his breath stirred the strands of hair around her face. It smelled like juniper berries.

He lay back, breathing harder now, and roughly pulled the hat from his head. His long brown hair fell across the pillows she had embroidered in the dark snowy months of last winter. The red birds in the corners echoing the red blood streaked on his hands.

She knelt beside him to inspect his wound. He looked at her over his high cheekbones without lifting his head up. “I’m sorry if I bleed on your nice furniture ma’am”

She tisked her tongue at him “You’ll be a lot sorrier if I have to move your dead body out of here. Just focus on breathing deep. Lemme see what happened” The corners of his lips almost smiled before he grimaced in pain as she lifted his hand off his bloody side and pulled the sticky shirt out of the way. He had been holding a now soaked kerchief to the wound. She was almost relieved when she saw it wasn’t a bullet hole seeping blood. There was a deep gash just above his left hipbone, bits of wood still clinging to the edges and two big splinters still in him. It was ringed by a deep purple bruise that stretched up his side. She quickly assessed the wound and placed the kerchief back over it, putting his hand back on top. “Keep good pressure on it, like you were before. I’ll be right back” He nodded his chin at her as she stood and went to gather supplies.

She was back in a few short minutes with a basin of water, clean strips of cloth, and a big glass jug half full of a clear liquid. She moved the kerosene lamp from the side table it had been on and set it next to her.

Her hands were steady when she sewed up her ripped work clothes or helped bring a new lamb into the world; she hoped they would be with a man, bloody and in pain, at the end of her fingers.

She held the glass jug out to him. “Sorry if it’s not your taste. I make it myself. But it’ll do the trick. I’m going to put this blanket under you so you’ll need to sit up for just a moment.” He nodded again as he took the jug from her and took a deep swig. He sucked air hard through his teeth and handed it back. She bent over him as he rolled a little to the side and quickly tucked the blanket under his back. When he lay back she could see the kerchief under his hand was totally soaked.

Now was the time to act.

She knelt again, looking over him. She met his eyes and she could see sweat beading on his forehead and the pain lacing across his face. It didn’t look right on that face. She knew it would get worse before it could get better.

“Are you ready? I have to clean it and tie it tight. You’ve already bled a lot and it needs to stop.” He nodded again and she could see him stealing himself.

“Can I have another drink before you start?” His voice came out raspy, like it caught in his throat. She handed him the jug and pulled the kerchief from off her neck to hand him as well.

“Bite down on this. And yell if you need to. It’s gonna hurt like a son of a bitch” He bunched it up and put the fabric between his teeth. His deep brown eyes locked on hers and he nodded for her to begin. She lifted his hand off the bloody wound and got to work.

An hour later she was putting the red-stained rags in a bucket and quietly cleaning up her makeshift surgery. He was asleep now, he had fainted from pain when she pulled the last big splinter from his side, but his breathing was steady and she had got the bleeding to stop. A bandage was wrapped tight around his middle, but he still wore his dirty shirt, pushed up under his arms. She softly undid the last few buttons so he could easily slip out of it if he wanted. She stood and decided to take his boots off before seeing to his horse and settling in for the night.

You can tell a lot about a man from his boots. His were a light tan leather, simple and quality, but well worn. There were flecks of river mud on them and the silky seed pods of canyon grass still clung in places. She liked what the boots told her about the stranger in her home. He had been honest since he got here. She could feel the weight of his knife against her leg. She looked at his sleeping face once more before she and Kip slipped outside to take the stranger’s horse to the barn.

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The sky was just turning the dusty purple of dawn when he opened his eyes. It took him a moment to remember where he was. He was under a soft wool blanket with pillows holding up his head. The piercing pain in his side took no time reminding him of the night before. He looked around, his eyes falling on the woman across from him almost immediately. She was sleeping in the chair by the fire, her face cradled in her hand, propped up under her chin. Her hair was messy and the morning light made the stray hairs glow like a halo around her head. There was a finger smudge of his blood across her cheek.

He wasn’t quite sure she was real. He lay there quietly for a moment, just breathing slowly through the pain in his side, not wanting to wake her. Movement caught his eye as the dog laying at her feet shifted and stretched. It was lean and medium-sized, its coat a dusty yellow, with little folded ears. It blinked its dark eyes at him as it sat up. When he looked back up at the woman’s face she was looking back at him.

“Glad to see you made it through the night”

He smiled at her. “Glad I did too. You did fine work fixing me up. I can’t thank you enough ma’am.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “You don’t have to keep calling me ma’am. I don’t like blushing three times a conversation. My name is Ida”

His smile widened. “It’s nice to meet you Ida. I’m Jacob.”

She smiled back at him. “How’s your side?” He shifted his torso a bit, testing, and grimaced as the pain shot through him. “Hurts”

Her lips pursed in a tight line and she stood and came across the room to him. She gently flipped the blanket down and looked at the bandages. There was one small circle of blood showing through the white strips. She seemed relatively pleased. “I’ll need to change these in a few more hours. And I don’t think you’ll be off this couch for a few more days.” He nodded and offered her kerchief back. She shook her head and pushed his fingers closed around it. “Yours was ruined. I have others I can use. Keep it.” Her fingers were soft on his. She looked over his makeshift cot. “I wish I could move you but it’ll make you bleed again so we won’t risk it til we have to. But if you get a fever you’re going to the bed.” She deftly leaned over him and gave a few subtle knocks on the carved wood of the back of the couch. He smiled to himself, watching her. Her skirts brushed his bare shoulder. They smelled like lavender soap and hay dust. In a moment she was turning away again, on her way to whatever task was next. He lay back on the pillows. Lady Luck had smiled at him when he saw this house’s light, glimmering in the night.

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When Ida came back in from morning chores Jacob was asleep again. His face was pale under his tan. She softly touched his forehead with her hand as she passed. He wasn’t burning. But he wasn’t cool either. Her brow creased with worry. She had to be prepared in case of the worst. She had to be prepared for anything. She went to make more bandages. All she could do was be ready. And hope those warm brown eyes kept opening to look up at her.

When she woke him again to change the bandage he was truly feverish. His eyes were unfocused when he looked at her. “I suppose you knocking on wood didn’t seem to help keep the fever away.”

She shook her head as she unwrapped his side. “No, but it was worth a try.” He made a small noise of pain when she pulled the bloody bandage away from his wound. She put her hand on his chest and let him catch his breath for a moment before continuing. He kept his eyes closed, his brow knit in pain, and gripped the blankets tightly. She worked as quickly as she could.

When she was finished he placed his too-warm hand on hers. “Thank you.” She searched his eyes and he looked steadily back at her. She could feel what he meant by those words. The unspoken “if I don’t make it.”

She held his hand, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. “Thank me after we get you to the bed. Do you think you can stand with my help?”

He nodded his head but frowned, starting to protest. “I don’t want to take your bed from you Ida.”

She laughed at him and put her arm around his shoulder to help him sit up. “You can argue with me about it when your fever breaks. For now, you need a big quilt and room to stretch out.” He was sitting up now, teeth clenched against the pain, her arm around his back. He looked at her, their faces close. A strand of his hair stuck to his damp cheek.

His eyes were glassy from the fever but his voice was soft when he spoke. “I’m still not entirely sure you’re real. I could still be laying on that log in the canyon where I fell.” His eyes shifted to the floor for a moment and he rubbed his chin with his hand. She gently tucked his hair behind his ear and spoke softly back. “I’m real Jacob, I promise. You’re really here and you’re gonna be alright by tomorrow.” He met her eyes again and the flash of comfort in them made her chest ache with a feeling she wasn’t expecting. She hoped she had told him the truth.

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By the time the sun had set he wasn’t coherent anymore. The fever shook his body and he shivered even while his skin burned and sweat clung to him. It had been a struggle getting him to the bed in the corner. They had managed but he was exhausted when they finally got him under the quilt. She brought in extra blankets and layered them on top of him. Kip lay on the end of the bed and whined. She pet his ears and bit her lip, watching the man. He mumbled something and turned his head, delirious.

She knew all she could do was wait and watch and pray the fever would break. Pray the wound would heal clean. Pray she could get a chance to know this sweet stranger without his blood on her hands. She sat late in the night and watched him toss and turn. She gave him water when she could. Sometimes he would cry out or seem like he was speaking to someone in his feverish dreams. She wiped his forehead with a wet cloth. His skin was fire hot and his teeth chattered.

The blankets weren’t enough. He needed something more to break the fever. Ida took off her skirt and shirt and lay them on the chair. She padded across the room in her chemise and bare feet, turned down the quilt, and climbed into bed next to him. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, adding her body heat to his. He was almost unbearably hot but he sighed at her touch and turned into her embrace. His head rested on her shoulder, his face pressed into the curve of her neck. She smoothed the hair away from his face, her cheek pressed to his brow. She hummed a little and held him close, his breath hot across her chest. Every time he murmured through the fever she held him tighter and prayed he’d make it through the night.

It was in the wee hours of the morning when he finally stilled, his breathing steadying. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall asleep, his arms still around her, their bodies pressed close.

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[fragileizywriting]

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for the ask game, 🌾 A fic you really want to write but you haven’t (yet)?

there’s a bunch oh my god. aside from the obvious ones like all the 50+ fics i have to write for demon lovin, or my three other au’s, i have very few original ideas outside of it? but they’re still floating around.

i’ll give a demon lovin answer just because it’s easier:

i really want to write a fic where it’s just before opening time for elysium and alya and marinette and nino and adrien and luka are setting up tables and doing general housekeeping and the moment nino starts up his laptop to get the music going, marinette is sending the biggest puppy dog eyes to him and is badgering everyone with her wishes for him to play her favorite song. he does.

i really love the five of them together. i need to write them more. i really do. i just struggle writing more than three characters at a time and i feel like writing the five of them sounds like an echo chamber of “alya said. marinette responded. nino asked. adrien cut him off. luka sighed.” so :(

[jjunberry]

can you do seventeen hip hop unit headcanons where they’re having rough sex and they spit in readers mouth? 🤠

❝ open wide ❞

hip hop unit x fem!reader

warnings: sub reader, choking, spit kink, marking, pet names (baby, good girl), creampie, the boys are dominant

wc: 300 mlist

seungcheol! had you against the counter. his hips roughly snapping against yours. “fuck,” he grunted. his hand move to your throat applying pressure. “more cheolie more,” you begged. your whines only made him thrust into deeper and faster. “who’s pussy is this?” he thrusted. you whined, clawing his back. “who’s pussy?” he snapped. “y-yours,” you whined. seungcheol smirked. “open,” you opened your mouth letting seungcheol spit in it. he patted your cheek. “good fucking girl.”

wonwoo! couldn’t stop thinking about it. he heard about it from his friends and the thought of spitting in your mouth, has plagued his mind. his hands tightly gripped your hips as he pounded into you. “oh fuck, fuck,” he slowed his pace causing you to whine. “baby can i try something?” he asked. you nodded, “open your mouth.” your mouth opened. wonwoo took his chance to spit, you moaned swallowing. “fuck baby that was so hot.” he quickened his pace.

mingyu! does it every time before he cums. he’s already made you cum three times, he’s working on the fourth. mingyu loves him to finish inside you. his hand had a bruising grip on your hip with his left hand, his right tightly wrapped around your throat. “open up baby,” you opened your mouth letting in his spit. as you swallowed mingyu shot his hot load into your aching cunt.

vernon! first brought it up as a joke. he wasn’t expecting you to be into it. when you kneeled before him with your mouth open he took the chance. “swallow it,” you swallowed his salvia then stuck your tongue back out. “oh fuck, come here.” he flipped you onto your back before pounding his cock into you. “that’s it baby girl take it,” he smirked when you opened your mouth again allowing him to spit.

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love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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[jjunberry]

can you pls do svt hip hop unit head canons for face slapping during rough sex with them? if uncomfortable pls ignore this ask 💞💞

❝ eyes on me ❞

hip hop unit x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: consensual smacking, slight choking, slight dom boys, sub reader, rough sex

wc:200 mlist

seungcheol’s favorite thing during sex was eye contact. so when you weren’t looking at him as he was slamming into you, he got pretty upset. “look at me,” he grunted snapping his hips into yours. you squeezed your eyes shut, whining at the pleasure. his brows furrowed, he brought his hand to your cheek striking it. you moaned opening your eyes meeting his darkened ones. “that’s it baby, look at me.”

wonwoo has spanked you before, but never tried smacking you. you tried everything to get him too, he just wouldn’t. finally the need became too much, his tip hitting your cervix the pleasure too much as he thrusted into you. “smack me, please.” you begged. wonwoo slowed his thrusting but obeyed, striking your cheek. you clenched around him, “again.” he smirked.

mingyu knew that anytime he’d smack you, you’d cum. he found out by accident one night you two decided to try new kinks. his hand was around your throat as he snapped his hips against yours. “s-smack me,” you panted. mingyu moved his hand up to your cheek striking you, the tingle in your cheek caused the knot if your stomach to snap. mingyu loved watching you fall apart on his dick.

vernon was lost in the moment when it happened. his brows were furrowed as his hips snapped against yours. the headboard rocking against the wall. you whined looking away from him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “f-fuck,” you whined. his hand came up striking your cheek. vernon’s eyes went wide, his pace slowed. “i’m sorry,” he began. “do it again.” you mewled.

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author’s note: i NEED mingyu so bad… anyways hope you liked this one hehe ♡

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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[jjunberry]

Heyy love your writing, first time requesting.

Could you please do casual dominance with Mingyu and Wonwoo (separately) with reader? Like guiding the reader nonsexually, a hand on the reader's neck when whispering in their ear, helping choose dresses?

Thank you in advance!

casual dominance ⟆ mingyu & wonwoo

mingyu loved helping you pick out clothing. from dresses to lingerie he was always there to offer his opinion and credit card. he stands behind you one hand on the back of your neck the other one zipping up your dress. his mouth dangerously close to your neck, “this looks stunning on you baby,” a shiver rolled down your spine. “thank you gyu, but it’s too much money.” you pouted. his hand snaked around to grip the front of your throat. “now baby, a gentleman never makes his girl pay,” he left an open mouth kiss on your neck and left you alone to go pick out more lingerie. your whole body felt hot after his searing touches.

wonwoo’s favorite pastime was helping his girl pick out lingerie. he didn’t do it to be sexual no, he did it because he loved seeing you feel confident and beautiful. wonwoo’s fingers carefully clipped the bra in place, his hands then taking their place on your shoulders. he leaned down resting his chin on top of your head. “see baby, now doesn’t that look gorgeous?” he grinned seeing your cheeks heat up. “we’re getting it,” he left a kiss on your neck and no room to argue.

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author’s note: need them both sooooo badly 😫

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[jjunberry]

Tied up reader for jeonghan 🤓🤓

❝ with a bow ❞

yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, smut

warnings: dom jeonghan, brat/sub reader, rope/ribbon play, pet names, degradation, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating

wc: 1k mlist

jeonghan has a box under the bed filled with different ribbons and ropes. he used them rarely, only really when you were a brat and he had to teach you a lesson. your goal today was to get him angry enough for the box to come out. you’ve decided to be a brat all day.

it started when you changed his alarm for work, setting it an hour later than normal. when his alarm went off he noticed how much brighter it was outside. “what the fuck?,” he groaned, moving your arm from his waist. he angrily got dressed and left the apartment.

you giggled sitting up in bed, you grabbed your phone seeing it was 8:35am, he was due at the studio an hour ago. scrolling through your notifications you seen a text from your boyfriend.

jeonghan ♡: changing my alarm really baby? don’t be such a brat.

you smiled accepting the challenge. after a quick shower and short breakfast, you got dressed for the day. a day of shopping with jeonghan’s credit card. you first stopped to get coffee, you knew jeonghan had notifications on his phone. deciding the mall was the best place you headed there.

ulta beauty was first, five-hundred dollars here. next was victoria’s secret, two thousand there. you of course had to stop and get some new clothing, another thousand spent. your arms started to get tired from all the bags, usually jeonghan carried them for you.

with one last stop to the jewelry store you bought a few new necklaces, a ring set and a new watch for jeonghan. another two thousand dollars spent. part of the plan was ignoring jeonghan while he worked, so the 40 missed texts, and 15 missed calls didn’t really surprise you.

you couldn’t wait to get home, you found a cute baby pink set. the thin lacy material barely covering you. left nothing to the imagination. once you got home you changed into the lingerie set, and used your new makeup.

satisfied with how you looked, you posed in the mirror taking photos. of course you made sure the bags were visible in the background. with a giggle you sent your favorite photos to jeonghan with the simple caption “thinking of you.”

it didn’t take jeonghan long to answer you.

jeonghan ♡: i see you went shopping, 5,500$ that’s a little low baby, perhaps because you didn’t ask. i’ll be home in 20 mins. i expect you to be waiting on that bed for me.

the chill that went through you was quickly replaced with excitement. the thought of jeonghan punishing you had you soaked. you laid on your bed, your fingers finding your clit. you rubbed slowly, bringing your other hand up to pinch your nipple.

to caught up in the moment you didn’t hear the front door. jeonghan made his way upstairs, his body leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, eyes taking in your body dressed in the lacy pink fabric.

“cum and i won’t touch you for a month,” his interruption had you halting your actions. “h-hannie, you’re home early.” you said closing your legs. “don’t play dumb, you’ve been a brat all day.”

he walked towards the bed and crouched, you sat up on your knees peering down at him. jeonghan pulled the box from underneath, and when he lifted the lid his eyes scanned the contents.

“you’ve been a naughty girl y/n,” he reached inside and grabbed the pink fabric. “i’ll have to teach you a lesson.” he closed the lid and stood quickly. he flipped you on your stomach, bringing your hands behind your back.

he wrapped the pink ribbon around your torso, securing the knot around your wrists with a bow. you wiggled attempting to move but the ribbon restricted your movement. he grabbed the extra ribbon and tied your legs together, securing the knot around your ankles with another bow.

jeonghan took a step back from the bed, taking in the view. “hannie,” you whined. he ignored you as he unbuckled his belt, allowing his pants to drop. out of the corner of your eye you could see the outline of his erection.

jeonghan freed himself from his boxers, his hand pumping himself. precum leaked from his tip, you bit your lip to stop the whines. “be quiet and maybe i’ll let you cum,” his voice was low.

his hand spread you apart, your juices leaking around his fingers. “such a slut,” he tsked. he could see you clenching around nothing, “so desperate for me, aren’t you?” he smirked. before you knew it he was pushing himself into you.

you could taste blood with how hard you bit your lip, trying to be quiet so desperate to cum. jeonghan moaned as he bottomed out, “fuck, you take me so well baby.” he rocked his hips, his tip brushing your cervix. “mhm fuck,” his moans were like music to your ears.

the knot in your stomach was quick to grown, but you couldn’t let go in fear of him denying your orgasm. jeonghan had his head thrown back as he snapped his hips into yours.

“mhm fuck baby i’m gonna cum,” his hips snapped into yours roughly before his actions stilled, his cum spilling into you. painting your walls white, the hot cum leaked out once he pulled away. your body shook at the loss of contact. “should i reward you?” he asked backing away slightly.

your tied up form making his dick twitch again. “p-please hannie, i’m sorry i’ll be good,” you begged. he smirked before diving into your cunt, lapping up the mixture of your wetness and his cum.

his tongue and fingers were quick to get you there, the knot in your stomach snapped. you came all over his tongue, squeezing out the last of his cum and yours. jeonghan wiped his mouth and smirked. “there’s my good girl,” he untied you allowing your limbs to rest.

you ignored the ache in your limbs as you threw your arms around jeonghan’s neck. “i-i’m sorry hannie, i’ll be your good girl,” he smirked holding you close. “i know you will baby, but even good girls deserve some fun,” he guided you to the bathroom. there he ran you a hot bath, and sat with you.

you smiled, it was so worth being a brat sometimes.

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author’s note: i swear i’m not a rope bunny y’all but for jeonghan i would be 🤭 hehe

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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[jjunberry]

❝ swallow it ❞

vocal unit x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: spit play, slight choking, unprotected sex, creampie,rough sex, dom boys, sub reader

wc: 200 mlist

jihoon did it to assert dominance. he was jealous of you spending time with the others. so here you were, being fucked into oblivion. he had your hands pinned with his as he snapped his hips into yours. when your mouth opened he took his chance and spit. your eyes widened and you moaned, “swallow it,” you did as he said.

jeonghan just wanted to try, he never expected for either of you to like it. one of your legs were on his shoulder, his hands on your hips as he thrust into you. “hannie,” you opened your mouth. he was quick to spit inside he watched you swallow it. “fuck,” he grunted thrusting harder. he was definitely doing that again.

joshua got caught up in the moment. he didn’t really realize it happened until you swallowed. his hips were thrusting into you deeply, “a-again shua,” he pulled back and hovered above your mouth with his, the spit dropping onto your awaiting tongue. “swallow it,” as you swallowed he shot his load into you.

seokmin didn’t think you were serious when you finally agreed. his thrusting all but stopped when you opened your mouth. “do it,” he smirked before spitting into your mouth. “fuck, swallow it all,” he resumed his rough thrusting once you swallowed every drop he gave you.

seungkwan was shy at first. did you really want him to do that? those thoughts quickly left when he was thrusting into you deeply. you opened your mouth, eyes full of need. “fuck,��� he was quick to spit in your mouth filling your needs. you moaned and swallowed it all.

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author’s note: y’all i need woozi so bad its not even funny ….. hehehe 🤭

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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[jjunberry]

❝ tongue out ❞

performance unit x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: spit play, slight choking, dom boys, sub reader, pet names, rough sex

wc:200 mlist

soonyoung seen in happen in a porn video. he was on tour and didn’t want to disturb you so he watched porn. since he saw it he couldn’t stop thinking of doing it to you. he wasted no time getting you in bed when he got home, his thrusts hard enough that the bed was hitting the wall. “fuck, open your mouth,” you did as he said, he spit inside. you moaned, swallowing. “fuck,” he moaned.

jun always wanted to, he just didn’t know how to ask. you found his google searches and decided you’d ask him. he had your legs on his shoulders as he pounded into you. “spit in my mouth junnie,” he stilled but obeyed once he seen your mouth open. his saliva hit your tongue and you were quick to swallow.

minghao started doing it when the two of you would make out. the thought of doing it during sex though, a different story. one hand gripped your throat the other your hip. he brought your mouth to his. “open up,” you opened your mouth and accepted the spit. he didn’t even have to tell you to swallow, you just did. “good fucking girl,” his hips snapped into yours.

chan definitely wasn’t expecting you to ask him that. he was balls deep in you, his hands tightly gripping the headboard. he stumbled a little and looked at you, “w-wait really?” he asked. you nodded opening your mouth. he was quick to spit on your awaiting tongue. seeing you swallow had his dick twitching.

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author’s note: gonna develop a spit play kink after these headcanons istg…. anyways hope you enjoyed theirs hehe 🤭

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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[jjunberry]

what are your thoughts on fratboy!yeonjun ??? he is just so fineee like he makes me feral 🫠

FRAT BOY! YEONJUN

sfw:

frat boy yeonjun! who waits after your lectures for you. “jjunie you didn’t have to wait,” you shyly walked along side him. he pulled you to his side. “of course i did, what kind of man would i be if i let you walk home alone?”

frat boy yeonjun! who gets protective of you at parties. his eyes are always scanning your movements. “dude she isn’t going anywhere,” beomgyu snickered. “i’m just making sure she’s safe.”

frat boy yeonjun! is afraid of commitment but can’t hide his jealousy. hates seeing you with other boys, “y/n seriously he’s bad news stay away from him” you couldn’t hide the scoff. “what’s so different from the girls you see.”

frat boy yeonjun! finally asks you to be his after an incident during a party. an older boy tried to slip something in your drink, yeonjun literally beat the guys ass. “t-thank you jjunie.” he held you. “always,” and he meant it, “be mine?” you nodded, kissing him softly.

nsfw:

frat boy yeonjun! keeps a drawer full of condoms. the site of them made you nervous, he was your first and far more experienced than you. you held the extra large condom, “jjunie will it hurt?” he grabbed the condom kissing your neck, “only for a little bit, but i’ll be as gentle as i can.”

frat boy yeonjun! who slept with another girl after seeing you talking to a random boy. “baby please she didn’t mean anything,” he dropped to his knees holding your waist. he left sloppy kisses on your abdomen. once you gave in, he pulled your shorts and panties down, devouring your pussy.

frat boy yeonjun! is a total munch. he always has his face buried in your pussy any chance he gets. his face covered in your juices, pupils blown wide, “fuck baby you taste so good,” your fingers gripped his hair shoving his face back towards your aching cunt.

frat boy yeonjun! who loves to breed you. convinced you to go at it raw one night drunk, and you haven’t turned back since. his hips are snapping against yours at an ungodly pace, before he goes stiff. hot, white strings of cum paint your walls. “fuck,” he grunts fucking his cum back into you. “don’t worry baby i stalked up on plan b,” he winked causing you to smack his chest.

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author’s note: ummm frat boy yeonjun also makes me feral 😩 hope u enjoyed tysm for the request

love , echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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[jjunberry]

hiii ! ~ what are your thoughts on sexual tension with co-worker hyuka (or taehyun 🙈) ??

SEXUAL TENSION W/ COWORKER KAI

coworker kai! who likes to compete with you simply because he finds you frustrated and angry attractive. “looks like i’m ahead in sales again,” he leaned over your cubicle. your eyebrows furrowed. “fuck off kai.”

coworker kai! who purposely knocks your things off your desk, simply to see you bend over. you groaned, bending over to grab your pen, your pencil skirt stopping just above your ass. you knew his eyes were on you, it’s why you wear the skirts.

coworker kai! can’t help but think about bending you over and taking you, as you give your presentation. his bottom lip was caught tight between his teeth. sweat beaded your hairline feeling his eyes undressing you.

coworker kai! who’s competing with you for the promotion. both of you fighting for the spot with presentations. he’s convinced the boss gave you the promotion due to your lowcut shirt and tight pencil skirt. (nothing you didn’t normally wear to the office)

coworker kai! who corners you in the conference room. your back against the desk, his strong arms caging you in. “you think you deserved that?” he seethed. you looked up at him between your lashes. “yes? i mean he did pick me?” kai scoffed, his eyes trailing your form. his fingers played with the hem of your skirt. “only because of how you’re dressed,” you rolled your eyes shoving him off.

coworker kai! who undressed you with his eyes as you stormed out of the room. he didn’t miss the subtle way you clenched your thighs. he adjusted his hard on before following after you.

coworker kai! who takes you against the copier in the break room. everyone had gone home for the night leaving the both of you to succumb to the thick tension. he had your hair pulled into a pony tail, his free hand tightly gripping your waist where your skirt was bunched up.

coworker kai! who never misses the chance to tease you under the table at meetings, forever reminding you of how he fucked you.

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author’s note: i need coworker kai in my life

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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