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[shellxrls]

can i request some jj nsfw where he teaches reader how to ride it 🙏🙏

also if its ok could i be 💫 anon here :)

kind of misinterpreted this sorry 😭, less riding more bsf!jj (who's totallyyy not taking advantage of poor innocent reader *cough cough*) getting inexperienced!reader into that sort of position yk? also ofc you can be 💫 anon, welcome !!

MDNI | 18+ content

"see, ain't that hard if you don't think about it too much," jj smiles up at you, tanned arms coming to hold you still as you brace yourself on his abs, the skin gently flexing under your strained fingertips while you ease yourself down onto his girth.

"'s it s'pposed to hurt this much jayj," you borderline wail, tears crystallising on your mascara-clad waterline as you sulk down at your bestfriend.

"it'll pass, just relax, papa j's got you," he soothes, "remember how good it felt when we finally got it in last time?"

you nod, the movement causing a tear to breach down your cheek and wetten your face.

"gooood," you clamp around him and tighten mid-sentence, stunting his pace as he drags out the word, "good girl. just focus on that for me alright?"

[maxlarens]

Lando and 4

4) caressing the other’s hand

You’re a fidgeter— you can’t help it.

Your rings, your own fingers, stray bits of paper or plastic that you pick up, the strap on your bag, your boyfriend’s bracelets, his hands. You name it, you’ll fidget with it.

It’s not nerves-related. It’s more you need to be in some way occupied at all times-related. Okay— sometimes it’s nerves-related. Right now, it’s nerves-related.

Lando leans into you, his mouth hovering by the shell of your ear as you walk together, “You okay?”

“Mm,” you mutter distractedly, too focused on looking between the people with cameras and makeshift microphones dogging your every step, “‘m fine.”

He sucks in a breath, like a hiss, and presses a quick kiss into your hair. You’re holding tightly onto his wrist, one of your fingers rolling a bead on the bracelet you made him a year ago now. He reaches to grab haphazardly at your hand— letting you continue fidgeting with the bracelet— and then drags you through the crowd as quickly as the two of you can go without making a scene.

You’re fine— really. The constant surveillance of your boyfriend is just a lot sometimes. You get it. You’d be this obsessed with him too if you weren’t his girlfriend. You might not be this in your face about it, but you understand it from people who aren’t as reserved as you.

Lando pulls you into the calm of McLaren hospitality, away from prying eyes and the flash of the camera. You blink haplessly as he guides you to sit down in one of the comfy chairs tucked away in a corner and then squats dow next to you.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, reaching for your hand where it’s still hovering around his wrist.

You breathe in through your nose, shake your head, “It’s okay. I’m good, promise.”

Lando slots his hand in with yours, the crook of your thumbs meeting and his fingers reaching to hold your wrist. He smooths his thumb back and forth against your skin for a silent moment. Your other hand picks absently at a thread on the arm of the chair.

“Love you,” he says just to say it.

You smile, “Love you.”

[diamonddaze01]

tarararara my love! for your drabble game i wanna do prompt no. 6 but with a twist-

Do you like me? Check yes or yes

the ball is in your court now bub!

do you like me?

pairing: wonwoo x reader, law school au | wc: 944 prompt: "Do you like me? check yes or yes" | warnings: none a/n: dedicated to both @svtiddiess and @tusswrites bc the greatest minds think alike

The library was quieter than usual, the usual hum of stressed-out law students replaced by the rhythmic scratching of pens and flipping of pages. You and Jeon Wonwoo had somehow claimed a table near the window—a rare truce in the ongoing cold war of your academic rivalry.

You weren’t entirely sure how it started. Maybe it was the time he answered a question in Contracts class before you could, perfectly articulating the rule of consideration in a way that had the professor beaming. Or maybe it was the time you aced your Civil Procedure exam, and he shot you that unreadable glance as he exited the lecture hall, his graded paper tucked discreetly under his arm. Somewhere along the line, though, it became a thing: Jeon Wonwoo vs. You.

You were loud, unabashed, and utterly relentless in debates. Wonwoo? Quiet, methodical, and terrifyingly sharp. It was as though the universe had handpicked you to be polar opposites, with one mutual goal: finishing top of the class.

It wasn’t just about ego—though you’d never admit how much satisfaction you felt when you won. For you, being at the top meant proving that your voice mattered, that you could command a room even in the cutthroat world of law. For him, you suspected it was different. Wonwoo worked with a quiet precision that seemed to come from something deeper, something you couldn’t quite place. He was impossible to read, and maybe that’s what frustrated you the most.

The rivalry only grew fiercer with time: whispered debates in the hallway after class, stolen glances at each other’s grades, the occasional sarcastic jab when you passed in the library. It had become a fixture of your law school experience.

So why were you here, sitting across from him in the library? That was another story.

It started two weeks ago, when the Professor of Legal Ethics—who clearly took pleasure in student suffering—had paired you two for a moot court assignment. The project was simple: argue a mock case against each other, with grades determined by individual performance.

You’d scoffed at the announcement. “Of course,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

He’d glanced at you, an amused glint in his eyes. “Don’t sound too excited.”

The idea of working with him—of watching him meticulously dismantle your arguments before you even had a chance to deliver them—should have been unbearable. But instead, you’d found yourself suggesting, “We should prep together. You know, scope out the competition.”

Wonwoo had hesitated, his lips twitching in what might have been amusement. “You’re offering to help me beat you?”

“Who said I’m helping you?” you’d shot back, grinning. “I just want to see if you’re as good as everyone says.”

Now here you were, begrudging study partners, buried under stacks of legal texts and sharing a tense but surprisingly comfortable silence. Except you couldn’t focus. Not because of the assignment—your case brief was flawless—but because of him.

Wonwoo, with his quiet determination, his maddening focus, and his infuriating ability to make your heart race with just a glance. You didn’t know when it started—when the rivalry began to feel less like competition and more like curiosity. When his sharp intelligence stopped annoying you and started fascinating you instead.

Maybe it was last week, when he had stayed late after your prep session, walking with you to the parking lot under the glow of the streetlights. The conversation had been light, easy—unexpectedly so. You’d caught him smiling, not his usual smirk but something softer, almost shy. It had lingered with you far longer than it should have.

Or maybe it was the other day, when you’d caught him lost in thought, glasses slipping down his nose as he scribbled something in the margins of his notebook. He had looked up at you then, catching you staring, and raised an eyebrow in question. You had blurted something incoherent about “legal precedents” before burying your face in your notes, your cheeks burning.

You were doomed.

Tonight wasn’t any better. He was scribbling furiously in his textbook, his pen tapping softly against the edge of the page. You should have been working on your counterarguments, but instead, you were folding a piece of notebook paper into an origami crane.

After a few moments, you slid the crane across the table to him. Wonwoo didn’t look up at first, too engrossed in his notes, but when the crane nudged his hand, he paused. His sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you gave him your best innocent smile.

He carefully unfolded the crane. Inside, in your bold handwriting, were the words: “Do you like me? Check yes or yes.” Below, you’d drawn two boxes, both labeled “yes,” along with a winking face for good measure.

Wonwoo blinked at the note, his expression unreadable. But then, his ears turned a shade of red so deep you could practically hear your heart screaming.

You stared, waiting, your pulse thundering in your ears. And then, to your surprise, he smirked.

Pulling out his pen, he checked one of the boxes. Then, with deliberate care, he tore off the bottom half of the paper, scribbled something, and slid it back to you.

You unfolded it, your chest tight with anticipation. Written in his small, neat handwriting was: “Can you quiet down now? I’m trying to focus.” Below it, he’d drawn a tiny, lopsided heart.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible,” you murmured.

Wonwoo didn’t respond, but the pink flush creeping up his neck and the faint twitch of his lips told you everything you needed to know.

Somehow, the rivalry didn’t feel like a competition anymore.

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[shinyedits]

✨|| scenecore rainbow dash & fluttershy graphics

for @lavendergalactic's event; the most insane edit you can think of / a character people usually deem as "cringe" official art used

[the-golden-comet]

Unorthodox Ship Tag ⛵️

Thank you for the tag, @theink-stainedfolk , @rotting-moon-writes , and @kaylinalexanderbooks ! 💛✨

Rules: post five overly specific ship dynamics for characters in your story

I like this spin, because the last time I did this was almost like a vague guessing. Now that more of you know my OCs you’ll probably be able to figure out the ships pretty quickly 😂

1. An abductor takes an abductee on a forced adventure. This happens with THREE of my ships ⛵️⛵️⛵️. One on the high seas, one in high fantasy, and one in the high vacuums of space.

2. “And they were roommates”—ships where the main cast, in some capacity, live together in a somewhat normal slice-of-life setting. This happens with 2 (eventually 3) of my ships ⛵️⛵️⛵️

3. An overprotective OC nearly martyrs themself for their love interest. This happens with ALL SIX of my known ships ���️⛵️⛵️⛵️⛵️⛵️

4. Someone close to either of the main OCs dies within the story itself. This happens with 4 of my ships ⛵️⛵️⛵️⛵️

5. Enemies to Lovers. Pairs where the main love interests start with actively hindering and hating each other before developing a relationship. This happens with 3 of my ships, 4 if you count Rivals-to-Lovers ⛵️⛵️⛵️⛵️

Lots of ships 🌊

I’m going to tag (gently, no pressure): @fortunatetragedy , @gioiaalbanoart , @jev-urisk , @lavender-gloom , @leatafandom , @autism-purgatory , @theink-stainedfolk , @thebearthatreads , @alinacapellabooks , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @wyked-ao3 , @coffeexafterxmidnight , @honeybewrites , @noblebs , @drchenquill , @smellyrottentrees , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @mysticstarlightduck , @paeliae-occasionally , @pixies-love-envy , @willowseed , @glasshouses-and-stones , @houseplantblank , @rotting-moon-writes , @theaistired , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @ominous-feychild , @scribble-dee-vee , @fractured-shield , @nczaversnick , @noxxytocin , +open tag! ✨

[pintrestgrl]

what do the girls camera rolls look like

PRECIOUS 🦢

soo she doesn’t have a phone but she has a parental controlled laptop n a digital camera. n a dream! also she saves rando porn vids of guys that look like barry that she looks at when he’s not home to soothe herself to sleep. yes. she literally falls asleep to rando guys that look like barry fisting their dick. it helps her sleep and barry thinks it’s pathetic.

DAWN 🌞

the pic of the puppy is one of the dogs that comes to her trailer for food every morning. she snuck that pic of jj when they went outside at 2am to go kiss without her daddy hearing them.

FOXY ROXY 💫

roxy is one baddddd mf. that’s all !! she sent that bikini pic to rafe when they broke up and told him she was getting picked up by a dude and then did exactly that! then sent rafe a vid of her sucking the dudes dick! i love her she’s my queen.

[perplexed-angel]

The gwencelot is destielling.

[flutteringfable]

compilation of zayne screenshots that make me go :3c. i have not even had this game two days and. god. fuck. i was not expecting the impact it was gonna have on my psyche /pos

and last but most certainly not least: his itty bitty teeny tiny smile

zayneeeeee i love youuuuuuu bleh

[cowboy-kidd]

Bat / Izu - He/Him They/Them (🪵 callsign ; lonestar)

17 years old!! - official service dog in training - photosensitive - queer cowboy!!! - physical nonhuman - 100% sfw - silly lil boy - i did accidentally delete my account under the same name (or spvderbatz) - mostly active at night!! (pdt) - completely normal about batman and cowboys and vampires and the ocean (lying) - i block blank blogs (no bio, no pfp)

tags:

🪵 ; lonestar - personal/speaking tag // ��� ; talkin’ - long rants

🪸; borealis - ocean posting

🦴 ; service dog duties - gifting things to ppl

🌱 ; mazapan - advice!

🕸 ; vampyr - vamp posting // 🥏 ; arf - pup posting

🍁 ; au chocolat - my pa! // 🦋 ; lune - Lunella!!!!

🍂 ; crisscross applesauce - gifs i make

divider creds: @/cafekitsune

archive: @cowboy-kid-vault

[hanasnx]

oh my bad!!! may i be 💫 anon then! :3 i love the thought of spiderman being smooth talking and confident and dare i even say…. fuckboy adjacent. peter parker? loserboy galore mmmMMM i WILL french him through the mask TRUST. all sloppy and messy with spit and tongue yeahhhhhhh

you’re added

in a way you’re right about spider-man v peter. spider-man has that edge of confidence, pushing through with jokes and banter. i feel like a lot of people mistake him for that fuckboy bcos he’s hot when in reality he invited them out for pizza for friendship. he’s very friendly

peter is the guy that’s not good at talking to people until he matures and melds that spider-confidence. at least from my perspective on his character

my fave thing ever is kissing thru the mask i get it entirely anon 🤚 i wanna mess that mask Up

[shellxrls]

smut related and ik u get so many but more fluff and silly ?? idk 😭 but jj n reader in the spare bedroom yk being horny teens but theyre high asf and keep being so clumsy and giggly 🩷 like imagine almost fall off and falling on ur ass -💫

THIS IS SO CUTE I'M FREAKING !! this is actually all i want with jj frl just one night where we can roll around on his bed high :((. made jj's first name jesse here bcuz i thought it was funny.

─── ⋆⋅⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅⋅⋆ ───

"shhh," he shoves a weed-dirtied fingertip against your face, fighting the urge to smush it even further against your lips when you try to pry your mouth open in protest, "they can hear us."

you lick his finger in defiance, to which he drops it and shakes his hand, eyeing you down with no real malice, "who can hear us jayj?"

"the cannibals, the ones in the sewers," he explains, cocking his head at you like he was having trouble understanding why you'd even need an explanation.

"you're so stupid oh my god," you laugh and push at his chest from your position seated above him, watching the way his lips crinkle upwards into a small smile, "bet you just wanted an excuse to stick your gross fingers into my mouth."

"mmh, i dunno, i got somethin' else you could stick in your mouth though.." he trails off as you scoff, dramatically attempting to untangle yourself and clamber away from him for his continuous perverted comments. "hey, 'm joking, c'mere," he tries to pull you back towards him, hooking his fingers underneath whatever extremities he could hold onto and pulling you closer.

"j-jj 'm gonna fall," you yelp, sliding off the bed as his grabby hands force the balance out of you and have you landing straight on the hard wood.

"should've just stayed on my lap," he shrugs.

"jesse james maybank — i swear to god," you lunge for his abdomen, digging your fingers into the muscled flesh until he's wheezing from laughter and slapping your hands away.

─── ⋆⋅⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅⋅⋆ ───

[maehemthemisfit]

﹅ 《｡·҂ MAE/WISPER ୭·࣭࣪̇˖ she/her ୭·࣭࣪̇˖ brown sugar ୭·࣭࣪̇˖ insomniac ୭·࣭࣪̇˖ wanderer lvr ୭·࣭࣪̇˖ daydreamer ᶻzᶻ𝘇𐰁

⊳ so, how may I assist you...? 🧾✒️

𓋜 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. ꒱ 𖥔 ° . *

꒰🍥꒱ ˖ ࣪ ‹ about me 𖥔 ࣪

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❝𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄?❞

[diamonddaze01]

69. "You know my name?" + chan omg im begging u or ill beat u to it and write it (lol stares at all my wips 💀)

call me by my name

Pairing: lc x f!reader | wc: 971 words prompt: "You know my name?" au: university au! | warnings: none a/n: HANEULLLLL thank u for the ask this was so cute and fun to write i hope you love it <33333

The lecture hall buzzed with the usual pre-class noise—pens tapping against desks, chairs creaking as students settled in, snippets of conversation floating from every direction. The air carried a faint hum of fluorescent lights, blending into the background chaos. You sat at your usual spot in the front row, pen poised and ready, eyes skimming the lecture notes you’d pulled up on your laptop.

Behind you, it was less preparation and more pandemonium.

“Seungkwan, what the fuck! Stop throwing shit at me!”

You didn’t have to look to know it was Soonyoung. His voice carried, loud and incredulous as always.

“That’s not throwing—it’s called handing,” Seungkwan shot back, his words dripping with mock seriousness. “Get some spatial awareness, idiot.”

The sound of a paper airplane slicing through the air followed, landing somewhere near your seat. You glanced down briefly at the crumpled attempt at aerodynamics before looking back at your notes.

“Is that supposed to be a plane or modern art?” another voice chimed in—Chan this time, laughter in his tone.

Turning your head slightly, you caught sight of the trio in their usual seats toward the back. Soonyoung had crossed his arms, glaring at the offending paper in Chan’s hand. Seungkwan was smirking triumphantly, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head.

“Give it here,” Chan said, snatching the airplane and inspecting it with exaggerated care. “Yeah, no. This isn’t a plane. This is, like… a bird that forgot how to fly.”

The paper flew again—this time courtesy of Chan—and barely made it past the second row before nose-diving onto the floor. The resulting laughter spread like wildfire across the room, even prompting a raised eyebrow from Professor Lee, who was just arriving.

“If the three of you could channel even half this energy into engineering,” the professor said, setting down his coffee with a thud, “you might actually pass this class.”

A round of chuckles rippled through the room as Chan held up his hands in mock surrender. “We’ll consider it!”

You shook your head, letting the familiar chaos wash over you. It had been like this all semester—Chan, Seungkwan, and Soonyoung acting as the unofficial class entertainment. Their antics had a way of filling the space, loud enough to distract but not enough to pull you from your work.

Professor Lee called the class to order, his voice steady as he launched into announcements. You settled in, fingers flying over your keyboard as you took notes.

Until he dropped the bomb.

“Alright, folks, listen up,” Professor Lee announced, raising his voice over the chatter. “Big news today—it’s time to kick off your group projects.”

Groans and murmurs spread through the room like wildfire. People immediately started swiveling in their seats, calling out to friends to lock in their groups before anyone got left behind.

You stayed put, as you always did. You’d learned from experience—being the quiet one meant waiting out the storm. Once the dust settled, you’d deal with whatever scraps of a team were left.

“The project is worth thirty percent of your grade,” Professor Lee continued, adjusting his glasses. “So choose wisely.”

“Thirty percent?” someone whispered behind you.

“Yeah, that’s fucked,” another voice muttered.

You ignored them, jotting down the project details from the board. If no one picked you, you’d just work alone—it wasn’t ideal, but you’d survive. Your eyes flicked back to your laptop, but before you could even finish writing down the assignment details, a shadow fell over your desk. You blinked up, startled, only to see Chan grinning down at you, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.

“Uh, hi?” you said cautiously.

“Wanna be in a group with me and my friends?” He jerked his thumb toward Seungkwan and Soonyoung, who were mid-wrestle over a pencil in the back corner of the room.

Your pen froze mid-word. “You… know my name?”

Chan tilted his head like you’d just asked him if the sky was blue. “Uh, yeah? Considering you’re the one who ruins the curve every time… yes, I know your name.”

Oh.

“But also,” he continued, “you clearly know what you’re doing, and we’d be stupid not to team up with you.”

You blinked, your brain short-circuiting for a moment. “Okay.”

His grin widened, and he gestured for you to follow him.

By the time you reached Seungkwan and Soonyoung, they’d paused their argument and were now watching you with matching mischievous smirks.

“So,” Seungkwan said, leaning closer to Chan, “you actually got her to join us, huh?”

“Guess today’s my lucky day,” Chan muttered, side-eyeing him.

Soonyoung jabbed Seungkwan in the ribs, grinning like an idiot. “Told you he wouldn’t chicken out.”

“Shut up,” Chan hissed, his ears already pink.

But Seungkwan wasn’t done. “You didn’t have to use the whole ‘you ruin the curve’ thing. You could’ve just said, ‘Hey, I think you’re super smart and pretty, and I totally have a crush on you.’”

Chan’s eyes widened as if someone had just slapped him with a textbook. “What the fuck—”

“Or,” Soonyoung added, tapping his chin theatrically, “you could’ve been, like, ‘I sit two rows behind you every day because your hair smells like strawberries.’”

“I do not—”

Seungkwan gasped, fake-shocked. “Oh my God, you’ve smelled her hair?”

Chan groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I hate both of you.”

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing, covering your mouth as the trio dissolved into chaos.

“Don’t listen to them,” Chan said quickly, turning back to you with an apologetic look. “They’re dumbasses, but I promise we’ll actually get work done. Eventually.”

You raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “As long as no one brings paper airplanes to the final presentation.”

“See?” Soonyoung crowed. “She’s funny too. You’re screwed, Chan.”

Chan didn’t answer, but the flush creeping up his neck said more than enough.

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Maitimo

Prompt no. 20: On a scar

Pairing: Maedhros/Fingon

Themes: Soft | NSFW

Warnings: Half-Cousin incest | Scarring | Mention of prior torture | Mention of violence (blink and you might miss it) | Insecurity

Wordcount: 543 words

Summary: After he is rescued from Thangorodrim, Maedhros is insecure about his many scars.

Minors DNI | 18+| You are responsible for the media you consume.

This fic is also available on AO3

Maedhros turned away from him when he came to help him bathe. “No need to trouble yourself,” he grumbled, pushing Fingon’s steadying hand away. “I can manage just fine.”

“No, you cannot.” Fingon refused to hear his sharp protests. “Here. Let me help you.”

He slung Maedhros’ arm around his shoulders and lifted him out of bed. His cousin weighed a fraction of what he once did, nearly skin and bone, and it alarmed him to a great degree. 

He needs more,  he realized.  More food. More rest. More of everything. 

The years of torment and deprivation his cousin endured after he was captured and later left shackled and hanging by his wrist against the face of a precipice had exacted a heavy toll. Maedhros was scarred in more than one way, and his ordeal made him exceedingly bitter. During his worst moments, he lashed out at those closest to him in anger, frustration, despair, and sometimes, even violence. And yet, Fingon found no cause for complaint. He loved Maedhros too much for that. He helped him undress before guiding him into a sunken stone tub and easing him into it. 

“Now close your eyes,” he began, setting his cousin down on a step just beneath the water. “And let me see to the rest, Maitimo.” 

Tears pooled in Maedhros’ eyes when he heard his mother-name. “Do not call me that,” he choked, taking an unsteady breath. “I am unworthy of that name now.”

Fingon, having made himself comfortable behind his cousin, picked up a soft cloth and dipped it in the water. It had been scented with oil and full of herbs. 

“You are still worthy of it,” he whispered. “Believe me in this.”

“No!” His companion lifted the stump that was all that remained of his right hand and cried. “How can you say such a thing when it is plain to anyone that I am not?”

“I say such a thing because it is true.”

“No! It is not!” Maedhros, no longer able to bear what had become of him, did something he had done only once before. He closed his eyes and openly wept, his chest heaving wildly with each sob. 

Maitimo,  he lamented.  That was the name others called me once, when my body was whole and unspoiled.

And it meant “well-shaped one.” Maedhros was not that. Not anymore. He was without a right hand, his body was littered with scars that would never fade away, and his hair was shorn close to his scalp after he was thrown at Melkor’s feet. It would take many years before it even began to grow again. 

Fingon, overcome with compassion, left the cloth on the edge of the tub and held his cousin in a loose embrace as he wept, whispering words of comfort to alleviate his sorrow. 

“You  are  still beautiful, Maitimo,” he began, taking Maedhros’ left hand. Marred ivory skin stood out against the warm, unblemished amber of his own. However, Fingon found nothing repulsive—nothing that would make him turn away. When he dipped his head and pressed his lips against a scarred shoulder, Maedhros curled into him and tucked his head beneath his chin, still whimpering. “And I fully intend to show you that you are.”

Image by Etienne Girardet/Unsplash

[the-golden-comet]

🌸✨OC Questionnaire Tag +bonus Character Voice✨🌺

Thank you for this tag @mysticstarlightduck here, a character voice tag here, more questions from @ominous-feychild here and @fantasy-things-and-such here✨

My questions:

How good is your sleep schedule?

Do you have any siblings? If so, how good is your relationship?

What was the toughest time you had to endure while growing up?

What was the worst day of your life?

What's your worst nightmare?

If a monster asked you your worst nightmare, what would you tell it and why?

"What's your relationship with your family like?"

"Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?"

"Do you dream often? what about?"

"What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?

And answering the questions With this voice:

"(sighs, done with life) Alright, what did you do now?"

Guess who has the perfect OC to answer these? That’s right: Come on out, Tyr:

From In The Realm Of Giants

Sucks. Getting jostled around in a jar isn’t the most comfortable sleeping space. Go figure, right? (Glares up at Tav)

No. I’m an only child. Mom died when I was five, and Dad’s been overprotective of his only son. Heh….probably should’ve listened in hindsight…

Right after Mom died, we were grieving. Dad grieved a long, long time. He was so paranoid he’d lose me too, that he didn’t let me outside our cottage home for a year. I had to really fight hard to show him that I can be worthy of leadership, that I’m okay, and he doesn’t need to smother me. I passed all the trials and he still sees me as this defenseless child. I’m twenty-two now; I don’t need to have him breathing down my neck.

Losing my mother. How Dad sat me down, tears welled in his eyes, choking out that Mom wasn’t coming back. I felt lost…confused….angry. D-damn it….

(Glares up at the giant from inside the jar) I dunno, Tav. What IS my worst nightmare?

(still glaring, words dripping with venomous sarcasm) OH GEE, I DON’T KNOW, GUSTAV. What WOULD I tell you?

I love my dad and my village. Yeah, he can be a bit overbearing at times, but I can see why. I’m a rebellious little shit, and I caused a lot of trouble for him. And the village…I would die to protect my people. Oh Dad, I’m sorry….I hope everyone’s doing alright….

Besides not getting eaten by a giant? I did my trainings to get all my marks. I guess you can call those hobbies….? I passed my archery test for the Mark of the Snake, led a successful pack hunt for my Mark of the Wolf, and passed the fishing trial for my Mark of the Bear

Usually it’s nightmares about getting eaten alive….being abducted by this dumbass didn’t help that—H-HEY! Don’t jostle the jar!! Fucker, you did that on purpose!! I see you snickering!!

(Glaring up at Gustav so intensely the sun couldn’t burn him to the same degree)

G: …..Huh? What? I wasn’t paying attention. 🤷‍♂️

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Stop I’m being messyyyyy but I need a crossover between precious and rafey boy. eek omg imagine rafe fucking her behind Barry and Roxy’s back

I mean think about it she’s superrrr cute and desperate for attention

no one ever knows anything for like YEARSSS (Roxy’s freinds swear they saw precious at tannyhill more than once when Barry was delivering drugs a town over and she was at a family gathering on the mainland but she doesn’t think he’ll stoop that low + she believes Barry has his girl “under control” ) until Roxy goes through rafes old trap phone and finds a secret folder of precious getting fucked by him throught the years starting when she first dropped out. But by then Barry and precious have already gone MIA

I think it makes sense idk tho you call the shots.

ok i def wanna write this … but i fear precious is NOT attending a family reunion.

all her families dead or on drugs , however i can see barry allowing rafe to come to the trailer in georgia bc he trusts him enough.

however he’s not getting in that trailer w precious alone. nobody ever will. however i can see rafe breaking into the house when barry’s not there and finding her asleep !

obv she’s naked bc in what world does precious have clothes on when she’s sleeping.

he would take all these photos of her tits and her pussy , steal a pair of panties and maybe a used pair too.

and then holding her down until she screams as he literally shoves himself inside her .. he recorded it too bc he knew this was a one time chance and wanted something to jerk off too.

precious was literally sobbing and confused and crying as he did it too. all she was doing was screaming for barry , n a part of her almost thought he set her up but gave it a second thought and realized he wouldn’t allow that. however … a part of her did like it but more in a self deprecating way bc she hates herself.

that’s why she never told barry bc she’s a terrible liar and she knew he would b able to tell that she kinda liked it.

this was in the beginning of precious n barry in georgia, n foxy found the vids like 2 yrs later. however 2 yrs ago was the longest her and rafe went w out breaking up which was like 6 months so they were very much tg when he did that.

and the reason he did it really was bc rafe wants to b barry lol. he always has wanted to have as much power and authority as barry does over everyone. it really was all a mental game and mindfuck.

this is so dark and twisted omg … let me know if we want a full in depth drabble ab this !