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-The babysitter

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Description: (Toji x reader) There’s a bad storm outside while you’re babysitting and Toji offers to let you stay the night

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Thunder crashes outside, and the little arms that were wrapped around your shoulders tighten. You reach for the remote to turn up the volume in order to try to get Megumi to focus on the cartoon that was playing on the TV, rather than the storm outside.

“Is Daddy going to be okay?”

“Daddy is going to be just fine.”

You had been doing your best to keep him distracted since the storm had begun while the two of you were out walking his dogs, but by now, you were mostly out of tricks. You had decided to turn on a cartoon and were doing what you could to make it seem like the most interesting thing in the world.

So far, the two of you had made, eaten, and cleaned up dinner, gone on a walk with his dogs, played with his dogs, made cookies, and played with his toys. Now you were hoping that the cartoon that the two of you were watching would have him relaxed enough for his 8:30pm bedtime.

You could feel Megumi start to relax more into you, clearly starting to get tired. He let out a little yawn, which made your heart melt a little.

“Time for bed?”

“Hmm… if I go to bed now, can I have another cookie?”

“But you already had two cookies!”

“But I really want another one!”

He smiled, proud of the argument he had made.

“How about you have one for breakfast tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay, deal.”

The two of you shook hands, and he yawned again.

“I think it’s time for bed.”

“Mhm.”

He nodded affirmingly and yawned once again. You turned off the tv and followed Megumi upstairs. You waited in the hall by his door while he changed into his pyjamas. It wasn’t long until you heard a crash of thunder outside, and almost immediately Megumi ran out of his room and clung to your leg with tears in his eyes. He had his shirt half on, and after you had helped him calm down, you got him to put his arms in the sleeves.

With him now in his pyjamas, the two of you made your way to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth before bed. You put the little stool in front of the counter, and Megumi stood on it so he could reach the sink. He brushed his teeth and was interrupted at least twice by a yawn. When he was finished, you took him back to his room and tucked him in. However, when you were just about to step out of the door of his room, another rumble of thunder caused him to shoot out of bed and across the room to cling onto you once again.

“Can you stay? Just until I fall asleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He climbed back into bed, and you sat at the end, humming a little lullaby as he drifted off to sleep. Soon enough, he was sleeping soundly. You waited a little longer than usual to ensure that he would sleep through the thunder rumbling outside before heading downstairs. You closed the door as quietly as you could and tiptoed down the stairs.

You relaxed on the couch and scrolled on your phone while you waited for Megumi’s father to arrive home. He was supposed to arrive at roughly 11:00pm, and it was 10:50pm now, so you would probably be heading home pretty soon. You were a little worried about driving home with how bad the storm had gotten outside, but it would probably be fine… hopefully.

You let your mind run while you waited and were eventually interrupted by the sounds of a car coming up the driveway accompanied by a surprising amount of bass. You were a little concerned that the noise might wake Megumi, but if he was sleeping through the storm outside, then this wasn’t likely to wake him up.

You heard the engine and the music shut off and heard the sound of a car door closing. After a few moments, the front door was opening, and in walked Mr. Fushiguro.

“Is the kid asleep?”

He closed the door a little too hard and noticed you wince.

“Sorry.”

“He should still be asleep, yeah.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate you coming to watch the brat.”

“Yeah of course. Megumi’s a lot of fun. I like getting to watch him.”

Toji smiled at you, and you did your best to ignore the flurry of butterflies in your tummy. He took off his shoes and took out his wallet. He walked over to where you were now standing and handed you the bills he had retrieved.

“This enough?”

Your eyes widened. He had just handed you $500. You were used to him being a little inconsistent in how much he paid you, since you two had never formally discussed it, but he had never gone this far over what you expected.

“That is way more than enough. Oh my god. I can’t accept this!”

“Just take it. You deserve it. My kid is asleep, my house is even cleaner than when I left, and it smells like cookies in here. You earned it.”

“Really, I can’t accept this. It’s way too much!”

He raised an eyebrow at you and took a step towards you.

“You can take all of it, or you can take none of it.”

You were about to protest, but the look in his eyes made it clear that not taking the money wasn’t an option.

“Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Come on, call me Toji.”

“Right, sorry.”

You turned to put the money in your wallet that was somewhere in your bag that was resting on the couch, sitting down while you dug through it.

Truthfully, Mr. Fushiguro had just gotten the payment for the job he had finished a few days ago and felt like being generous with his pretty little babysitter. You really did deserve it. After all, you were just so good to him.

He sat down next to you and leaned back into the couch as you tucked the money away in your wallet.

“Are you sure you want to drive in that?”

He nodded his head towards the window and the storm that was raging behind it.

“Yeah, I kind of have to. I’m sure it won’t be that bad anyway.”

“It’s definitely that bad; even I had a hard time with that, and I’ve been driving for a lot longer than you have, Kid.”

The thought that he had difficulty with the weather caused a slight sense of dread to set in. Driving was stressful enough when conditions were normal; this was going to be a nightmare.

“Wish me luck then, I guess.”

You tried to seem as confident as you could, not wanting to worry him unnecessarily. However, before you could move to stand up, a hand found its way onto your arm, and you fought yet another flurry of butterflies. His hold kept you firmly seated as he spoke.

“You know, you could just crash here tonight. It wouldn’t hurt to wait out the storm.”

The proposal of you staying the night made you feel a little weird; you really didn’t want to intrude or overstay your welcome, but you really didn’t want to drive in these conditions either.

“It’s alright, I don’t want to inconvenience you like that-”

“It’s no inconvenience. Besides, I would feel bad if I made you drive home in weather like this. I don’t want a pretty little thing like you getting hurt. What would I do without my babysitter?”

“I-”

“If you’re worried about not having anything with you, we have extra toothbrushes somewhere, and you can just borrow my clothes for pj’s… or you could just sleep naked, I guess.”

You did your best to hide the blush that had crept onto your face at the last comment. You did feel kind of guilty about staying the night, but Mr. Fushiguro was just so welcoming that you ended up agreeing.

“Alright, I’ll stay. Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Toji.”

“Sorry. Thank you, Toji.”

“Anytime, Kid. I’ll go find you a toothbrush; you can go put your little bag in my room.”

“Uh, your room…?”

“Got a problem with that?”

He sounded genuinely curious.

“I mean, I’m perfectly happy to stay in the guest room or even on the couch. I don’t want to intrude on your space.”

“Nah, the couch isn’t good to sleep on, and the guest room is a mess. You can stay in my room.”

You were confused. You knew the couch was plenty comfy, god knows you had spent more than enough time sitting on it waiting for Toji to arrive, and you knew the guest room was perfectly clean (you had played hide and seek with Megumi enough times now that you were pretty familiar with the house). Toji stared you down with a knowing smile. It felt as though he was daring you to call him a liar. You almost spoke up in protest, but your resistance died down when you remembered how generous he was being by letting you stay under his roof. Anyways, you were sure he had a good reason for wanting you to stay in his room.

“Okay, thank you.”

And with that, a smile settled onto his face. He went off in search of an extra toothbrush, and you made your way up the stairs. You were sure to be quiet enough that you wouldn’t wake Megumi with your moving around. You had actually never seen Toji’s room before. It had always been off limits and you had never broken that rule, so it felt strange to be going in now. The room was fairly simple. There was a queen sized bed with a black comforter, a big window with black blackout curtains, two black side tables, an ensuite, a closet, a little black book case with a mirror over it, a black chest of drawers, and a sprinkling of personal belongings throughout the room. You also noticed an odd amount of weapons just displayed through the room, but you chose not to comment on it. You set your bag on the unused nightstand and made your way back out to look for him. However, before you could even get out of the doorway, it was blocked by the appearance of Toji’s huge form, toothbrush in hand. He handed you the toothbrush and told you there was toothpaste in the ensuite. When you walked in, he pushed the door closed without any explanation, but you just decided not to question it.

When you were finished brushing your teeth, you left the toothbrush by the sink and walked back into the bedroom to find a now shirtless Toji laying on the bed in just his pyjama pants. You immediately turned away, feeling extremely embarrassed to see him without a shirt on.

“You okay, Kid?”

You turned around, now embarrassed by your reaction as well.

“Yep, sorry, just didn’t expect you to not be wearing a shirt.”

“Well, it is my house.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. You want a shirt or something? Or are you just gonna sleep naked?”

At this point, there was nothing that you could do to stop the blush that was covering your cheeks. Toji couldn’t help but grin at how embarrassed you were. It was adorable.

“Yes please! To the clothes, I mean.”

He chucked and got up, walking to his drawers and looking for something for you to wear. As he moved, you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles. He’s just so big and strong. That’s when you had a realization. Toji wasn’t planning to sleep in the same bed as you, was he…?

“Uh, Toji,” he smiled at the sound of your sweet voice calling his name “you don’t plan on sleeping in here too, do you?”

He turned around and once again raised an eyebrow at you.

“What, do you want me to sleep on the floor? I’m old. I’ve gotta sleep in a bed, Kid.”

His comment actually made you giggle.

“Come on, you’re not that old.”

“‘Not that old’? Seriously, kid, I can’t tell if I should be complimented or offended… I’m thinking offended.”

You laughed again.

“You’re not old! You’re just older than me!”

He rolled his eyes playfully and returned to the task of finding you some pyjamas.

Toji was going to sleep in the same bed as you tonight. The thought made your cheeks burn and your stomach twist into knots. You had always found him attractive (really you would be crazy not to). He was unspeakably gorgeous, and he was always so nice to you. You just genuinely enjoyed being around him, even if he was a little intimidating. But you were sure he would never think of you as anything more than his son’s babysitter. You were dragged from your thoughts by the black shirt that had just been tossed into your hands.

“This work?”

“Uh,” you shook out the shirt hoping for a pair of pants to magically appear, “do you think I could have pants too? Please?”

Toji flopped back onto the bed.

“None of them would fit you, Kid. They would just fall off. Don’t worry about it.”

Again, there was a knowing smile resting on his face. You wanted to point out that the pants he was wearing right now had a tie in the front, so he probably had other pairs like that. But maybe you were wrong and he only had one pair of pyjama pants with a tie. For the second time tonight, you allowed your protest to die in your throat.

“Alright then.”

You waited for Toji to leave the room, but instead of moving, he sat still, staring at you. His gaze wasn’t intimidating. No, it was more expectant.

“Are you gonna change?”

You felt the heat that had settled on your cheeks intensify. If he wasn’t going anywhere, he probably expected you to change in the bathroom, so you turned in that direction and took a step.

“Where are you going?”

You looked at him, confused.

“To the bathroom to change?”

“You don’t gotta go in there. It’s small, and there’s lots more room out here.”

Once again, you waited for him to stand up and leave, but he didn’t move an inch.

“Are you going to leave then…?”

“It’s my room. Why would I leave? Just change, Kid.”

You were embarrassed, but you decided it was best to just listen. If you were being honest, you had fantasized about stripping in front of Toji before, but never once like this. Anyway, you needed to keep reminding yourself that he doesn’t see you like that…right?

Part of you expected him to avert his eyes while you changed, at the very least, but of course, that wasn’t happening. Toji watched you from his position on the bed as you undid the button on your pants and pulled at the zipper. You pulled your pants down around your ankles and stepped out of them. You knew that he could see your pretty little lace panties, and you felt so incredibly embarrassed. Next, you turned around to take off your t-shirt and bra. However, once again, you were stopped, this time by Toji getting up off of the bed and walking towards you. You weren’t really sure what to do, so you just turned back and watched him approach.

“Why don’t I help you with that, sweetheart?”

You were surprised by how close he had gotten, and you felt your words stick in your throat at the feeling of him thumbing at the edges of your shirt before pulling it up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere on the floor without removing his gaze from you. You were still stunned when he reached his arms behind you and undid the clasp of your bra faster than you’d ever been able to do it yourself. He slid it off of your shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

You stared at the ground, unable to look Toji in the eye.

“Mhm.”

Toji stared at the soft curves of your body, the sight solidifying his erection that you had yet to notice.

“So fucking perfect…”

One of his hands tilted your chin up so he could look at your pretty face while his other hand cupped your breast. Was this really happening? You were standing almost completely naked in front of the man that you were just supposed to be babysitting for. His touches felt so good…but did they really mean that he wanted you the same way that you wanted him? You finally worked up the courage to look Toji in the eye, feeling reassured by the warmth of his big hands on your body.

“There’s my girl.”

The smile on his face was giving you butterflies.

“Ya sure you wanna put that shirt on, Kid?”

You shook your head, lost in his emerald eyes.

“Then why don’t you get on your knees for me, Princess.”

That was it. There was absolutely no way that you were misconstruing what he was saying. Toji wanted you, and he wanted you now.

You dropped to your knees, hearing Toji curse under his breath when he saw you looking up at him through your lashes. He rested a hand on the side of your face and brushed his thumb across your lips.

“So pretty for me, hmm?”

“Mhm.”

Toji paused for a moment, contemplating something.

“You’re gonna call me Daddy, mkay, Pretty Girl?”

“Okay.”

Your blush worsened once again. Was Toji actually asking you to call him Daddy?

“Hmm?”

Oh, oops.

“Okay, Daddy.”

His smile widened, and he gently ran his hand over your hair.

“Good Girl.”

Toji’s hands then got busy undoing the tie on his pants. When he was done, he let them drop to the floor, completely freeing his painfully hard cock. When you finally saw it, it took you a moment to process just how big it was. When you were able to fully process what was in front of you, you could confidently say that Toji’s cock was the size of your forearm…okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as big, but your point still stands.

“It- it won’t fit.”

“Yes, it will.”

Toji smiled down at you, firmly grabbing ahold of your hair and using his other hand to tap the tip of his cock lightly on your lips. As embarrassed as you were, you obediently opened your mouth. Toji couldn’t deny how perfect you looked like that, on your knees and staring up at him, ready to take his cock.

He pushed his cock past your now open lips and groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth taking him in oh so perfectly. You felt an ache become present in your jaw as he fit himself into your mouth. He was big, painfully so. You took a deep breath through your nose before he started pushing himself farther into your mouth. Quickly, you felt him hit the back of your throat, and you simultaneously felt yourself gag. He kept pushing farther, and before too long, he could see a slight outline of his cock in your throat. Toji started thrusting in and out, pounding your throat and making your jaw ache.

“Fuck, thats it, Baby. Just like that.”

You weren’t really doing much. You were just letting him use your throat like it was his personal toy. Tears were running down your face, and it was all starting to feel like too much. However, before you had to start tapping his thigh in the hopes of getting some air, he pulled you off of his cock and let you breathe.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you, Princess?”

You stared up into his green eyes and nodded your head.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good Girl.”

Toji crouched down and scooped you up off of the floor. He carried you over to the bed before dropping you somewhere in the middle of it. He climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of you. He slid his hands up your thighs, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. He hooked his thumbs in the sides of his panties and started to tug. You lifted your hips, allowing him to slide them off of you. You closed your legs almost immediately after he had them off of you, embarrassed that he could see so much of you. However, Toji had other plans. He pushed your legs back and apart until your knees were almost touching your chest.

“Keep them there, okay, Pretty Girl?”

You nodded, too embarrassed to speak. He dipped his head down, and you felt his tongue make contact with your pussy. A whine made its way out of your throat as he began to circle his tongue around your sensitive clit. You tried to be as quiet as you could, knowing that Megumi was just down the hall, but as Toji continued to eat you out, you started to lose more and more control of the sounds coming out of your mouth. Thank god there was a thunderstorm outside. A little whine of pain mixed with your moans as he finally pushed a finger inside of you. Fuck, his fingers were big.

“Fuck, Baby, if you think that hurts, then you’re gonna scream when you take my cock.”

“I w- ah- Nngh!”

You tried to respond but were cut off by him pushing another finger inside of you.

“What was that, Princess?”

It was all you could do to let out a whine in response. The satisfied smirk on Toji’s face as he returned to eating you out made you want to berate him, but at this point, you knew better than to try and talk back to Daddy. The feeling of his fingers going in and out of you and hitting oh so deep partnered with the feeling of him licking and sucking your clit was quickly becoming too much. You did your best to alert Toji of your impending orgasm, but your warnings were coming out in a jumbled mix of moans and whines. However, he still understood what you were trying to tell him.

“Gonna cum, Princess? Go on, cum for Daddy.”

Him giving you permission was enough to push you over the edge. Your back arched off of the bed, your hands gripping the sheets as you let out something between a moan and a yell as Toji continued to pull you through your orgasm. As it finished washing over you, you let your legs fall and your whole body relax, tired from the whole ordeal. Toji, however, was nowhere near ready to stop and was still awaiting his own release. He pushed your legs back up to your chest, now having to hold them there himself. He lined himself up with your hole and started to push himself inside. You let out a gasp quickly followed by a whine, not being able to properly complain about how it was too big and how it wouldn’t fit.

“Shh, Princess. It’ll fit. You’ve just gotta relax.”

You did your best to relax, and he pushed himself deeper, earning another whine from you. He kept pushing himself in more and more until he had as much of him in you as he could fit. At this point, you had a few tears running down your face from how much he had stretched you out. Toji stopped for a few moments to give you some time to adjust. During that time, he did his best to comfort you, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks and petting your hair. Eventually, you had gotten as comfortable as you were likely going to get, and you gave Toji the go ahead to start fucking you. He wasted absolutely no time and started fucking you hard and deep. He held the headboard in one had and held your legs up with the other as he fucked into you. You couldn’t keep the moans from spilling from your mouth. It felt like he was rearranging your organs, and the bump that kept appearing on your lower stomach was just proof that you were right.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. You’re being so fucking good for Daddy, Princess.”

It felt like you were losing brain cells the more he fucked you. He started fucking you even faster, and you began to just let yourself turn off your brain and focus on how good everything felt.

Toji was quickly approaching his limit. He had been edging himself for too long, and your pussy just felt too good. You felt his rhythm start to falter, and you knew he was getting close. You were approaching another orgasm yourself, and there was just one thing you knew you wanted from him.

“Cum in me, Daddy, please! Fuck, need it so bad!”

Hearing you beg for his cum was all that he needed to finally be pushed over the edge. With another thrust, he was filling you up with his cum. You couldn't help but cum yourself at the feeling of him fucking his cum into you, letting out a moan and not caring for the volume.

The two of you lay there panting and recovering from your respective orgasms.

“I hope you’re on birth control, Princess.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at his comment.

“I am. The only kid I want to deal with is Megumi.”

Suddenly, the two of you heard a knock on the door. Toji immediately pulled out of you and jumped off of the bed, trying to find his pyjama pants. You did your best to drag your tired body to the corner of the bed but quickly surmised that your legs were too shaky to stand. Thankfully, Toji noticed and grabbed your panties and the pj shirt he had given you earlier and tossed them to you. You got ‘dressed’, and Toji opened the door to reveal a very concerned looking Megumi.

“Are you okay, Daddy? I thought you were crying, so I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Toji smiled at his son and crouched down to his level.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. She’s a little scared of the thunder, though.” Toji gestured to you “That’s probably what you heard, Megs.”

Megumi gasped and ran over to where you were sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You’re still here! I’ll stay with you tonight so that you don’t get scared! Is that okay, Daddy?”

You couldn’t help but smile from how cute his concern for you was.

“Don’t worry, Megs. I’ll stay with her so she doesn’t get too scared. You can go back to bed, kay?”

“Hmmm…” Megumi was carefully considering his dad’s words. “Then I’ll stay with both of you so I don’t get scared!”

He looked satisfied with his decision, and there was no way you or Toji could disappoint him by saying no. Toji turned off the light, and the three of you climbed into bed with Megumi laying happily between the two of you.

“Goodnight!”

And with that, Megumi closed his eyes and went back to sleep. The two of you followed suit, being rather exhausted yourselves.

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The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed and the smell of pancakes coming from downstairs. You still couldn’t believe what had happened last night. With shaky legs, you got out of bed and walked downstairs. When you made it into the kitchen, you found Toji making pancakes and Megumi sitting on a stool at the island eating.

“She’s awake! Can I have a cookie now?”

“I’m already making you pancakes. You don’t need a cookie!”

“But she said I could have another one in the morning!”

“Uh huh, sure, Megs.”

“...I did say he could have one.”

Toji sighed heavily and looked at the two of you, who were now unashamedly making puppy dog eyes at him.

“Fine.”

“Yay! Thank you, Daddy!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You got Megumi a cookie and sat down next to him.

“I didn’t know you could make pancakes.”

“He doesn’t normally! They’re special for you!”

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

“Eat your cookie, Megumi.”

“Okay!”

You couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face at how the two of them were behaving. Toji grabbed the spatula and put a pancake on a plate, setting it down in front of you.

“You know, I do make him pancakes sometimes.”

“Mhm, sureeeee.”

He smiled at you and walked back to the stove. This really was the perfect way to spend your morning. You really hoped that there would be more mornings like this…and hopefully more nights like last night too.

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lovesick-level-up · 1 year ago

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*vibrating slightly in place* spooky season, spooky season, SPOOKY SEASON

#[ajax 🐋🗡️🧊]#hahaha we're turning 20 two days before halloween #that we are not looking forward to #but everything else?#hell yeah #holy shit we're going to be twenty #are we getting too old for this...#probably #but everyone needs their coping mechanisms #anyway wriothesley hot and also a werewolf we don't make the rules #also it is definetly not 7am and we haven't slept hahahaha we may have had a small breakdown but its fineee

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scarletlizzard · 11 months ago

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LISTEN IM 5’5 OKAY THATS ABOVE AVERAGE PER UR PREVIOUS POST

how tall are you? 👀

(Domfemmes save me, save me domfemmes)

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Amen 🙏🙏🙏

#scarletlizzard asks #🧊 anon #im rounding myself up to 5'4 #bc thats allowed #its my blog #my rules

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harmoonix · 3 months ago

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S T A R G I R L

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🧊 Those who are ruled by Jupiter or have Jupiter as a dominant planet have it easier in life since Jupiter grants luck, happiness, prosperity. This depends also if you have good aspects to Jupiter

🧊 if you are favored by Mars (Having Mars in a good sign like Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn) there is a chance to have less fights/arguments/drama in your life, depends on the aspects of your mars

🧊 Saturn ruled natives have dark aura, dark does not equal bad, is just darkness, their beauty relise in the dark, is always secretive and mysterious

🧊 Lilith aspecting the ascendant can be prone to attract toxic people, some people can also think that you can be 'toxic' or 'bad' with these placements

🧊 Mars can feel more lazy when is around an earth sign/house or degree, it moves more slowly than usual

🧊 Pluto/Moon or Neptune in the 9H can be attracted by occult, magic, withcraft, tarot, etc. These placements are also called 'bewitched' in this house

🧊 I find natives with Pluto or Saturn in the 11H to be very secretive around their friends and social circles, like nobody knows them truly

🧊 If Pluto is in the 10H and badly aspected can indicate 'power - hungry' doing anything to obtain what they want which is not good in most cases

🧊 Jupiter aspecting your ascendant can bless your appearance and looks, something about you is beautifully written in the stars

🧊 I know people who have lots of Virgo Placements that would like to work in fields where they can help others, like a therapist, a doctor, etc

🧊 If you have no aspects or empty North Node, it can indicate that your life is not that much impacted by things, like going flawlessly with your life

🧊 If you have Lilith aspecting the Sun, you can end up being blamed for things you never did, Lilith usually takes the bad part of the sun which represents the ego and turns it against others

🧊 I know by a fact that air and water placements can get influenced by the weather, it can influence their mood the most

🧊 Neptune/Chrion/Sun in the 12H/1H can make the native to be moody in a sense of getting into a depressed state easily than others

🧊 People with their Moons in Sagittarius or Pisces may like to sugarcoat others, in a way to be more 'indulgent' to others and to keep their hopes high both being ruled by Jupiter

🧊 I don't usually talk about synastry but looking at the Venus in a couple synastry chart can show how your partner gives/offers love to you

🧊 Venus in Sagittarius, Gemini, Aquarius can have the best luck in finding partners who will give them freedom in a relationship, since your Venus can show 'lovely' things your spouse can do for you

🧊 Saturn conjucting Lilith is one of the most painful placements to have in a chart. Everything that Saturn touches it becomes strict. It can strict yourself from your sexual energy

🧊 Lilith in your 4H can talk about breaking bad things from your family, like habits, addictions, trauma

🧊 I deeply wanna talk about Scorpio and Cancer Lilith because both of these have issues with their emotions, feeling safe/secure comforted, lacking love from parents or partners, both signs struggle in these areas and these are not easy signs to have Lilith in, especially if you have a traumatic history

🧊 Uranus and Moon in the 6H are planets which pay a lot of attention to their mental health, they always prioritize it

🧊 Libra Moon/Venus/Eros/Juno will feel dissatisfied in life if they don't have a sensual/romantic connection with their partners

🧊 a Scorpio moon/8h moon will value intimacy a lot in their relationships, beside being important, is also a healthy way to express themselves

🧊 Saturn in Virgo or in the 6h, or at 6° 18° may struggle with organization, finding an order in their lives, can be chaotic and the person may find peace in a chaotic environment with this placement

🧊 Saturn in the 12H/Pisces/ at 12° 24° makes a native to be confused, about their life, their career, job, family, relationship. Is like you live in a fog and you can't see the things you have around so these things can confuse you

🧊 Mars is a cruel planet, is not a sweet candy and will not stay to sugarcoat nobody in life, Mars will put action in your life

🧊 Sun harshly aspecting the Neptune can indicate 'hiding' yourself from the world, you can be anxious around others, not wanna be seen

🧊 Your 4H can talk about your home and the way you take care of it, having harsh aspects to your 4H ruler can indicate having a hard time to take care of your house

🧊 Scorpio Venus can be invested in their partners sexual life, your partner may not give the same energy back to you while you may crave it

🧊 Earth Signs in the 12H may deal with their subconscious more harshly, they can constantly judging themselves and being critical which is a pain for your subconscious. Give yourself a break from all the negative things

🧊 Jupiter and Venus aspects match so good if you're looking for a partner or a relationship, you can be blessed with a good marriage as well

🧊 I heard that a good time to look for a relationship is when you have your Jupiter Return or that most people find their love during one

🧊 Saturn in the 8H/Scoprio or at 8° 20° can struggle with their sexuality, in a way that they may feel shameful to be sexual or to be more opened about these topics

🧊 Capricorn Risings usually have better years with the time, you can actually observe that the next year can be better than the last one

🧊 Chiron in the 7H have the power to heal their partners and their relationships/marriage

🧊 Every time Mars has a transit in your 10H you may feel like people have something against you or that you may feel everyone around you is angry on something

🧊 The sad thing that comes with a Venus in the 6h/10h in a relationship may be that either you or your spouse may overwork and you will not have that much time to spend with each other, someone will always be more focused on work

🧊 'All night you gave me mad love' is an Aries Mars/Venus/Eros/Juno melody line, it fits with the Aries behavior

🧊 Pluto conjunct Lilith can make the native sexually powerful, your sexual energy is everything!

🧊 Aquarius Risings have an inner magic that not all the people can see, you need to be close to them in order to see their energy

🧊Aries/Scorpio/Mars/Pluto/Capricorn/Saturn in the 3H wont hold back from calling peolpe out, talking dirty, cussing, malefics are more in anger in the house of communication

🧊Earth Suns are so classic, so sophisticated, their fashion style is extremely beautiful, you should wear more gold to be in more earthy energy

🧊 I do not trust any uranus dominat/aquarius placements natives who are racist, sexist, homophobic, you know all these against the human right. (Usually i dont stand any people who are like this)... Like Uranus and Aquarius stand for being humanitarian and you are against it? JAIL and GOODBYE

🧊If you are Saturn dominant make sure to wear more black or dark colors because thats how saturn feels more appreciated by you, can bring you more benefits

Have a blessed day for everyone reading my astrology observations 💙💙💙

Harm💙💙nix

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almond-tofuuu · 1 year ago

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His good girl ❄️

Zayne x fem reader smut

Warnings: PiV sex, some dirty talk, nipple play, praise, use of pet names (good girl, love, baby, angel), office sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ppl), improper use of an evol (ice ice baby 🧊), sex against a wall/door, light mentions of biting/marking, little bit of cervix fucking, tummy bulge (he's big, trust me 😉), creampie

(lemme know if I missed anything)

You really weren't sure how you ended up like this, in fact you could barely remember your own name, all you could focus on was Zayne. His hot mouth leaving wet kisses on your shoulders, cool fingers pinching your sensitive nipples, and his thick cock pounding into your drenched cunt, his strong arms the only thing holding you up as his rough thrusts pin your body against his office door. What had started out as a simple lunch date with your boyfriend had now turned into something scandalous.

You'd never thought Zayne to be one to mix work and pleasure, but something about the way he was gripping the plush of your hips so tightly, sure to leave bruises for you to admire later on, pulling you back to meet every snap of his hips as he drove his deliciously thick cock into you over and over again, told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. With a particularly harsh thrust, Zayne's cock reaches even deeper inside you, hitting the spongey spot deep in your pussy that had you arching your back, cunt clenching tighter around his length as a high-pitched whine was forced from your throat.

"I thought I told you to be quiet love, what would all my colleagues think if they heard my little angel making such sinful noises?" Zayne whispered lowly into your ear, his voice was husky and soft but there was a quiet dominance to his words. "you need to be quiet for me, baby, you can do that can't you? You can be a good girl for me and keep that pretty mouth shut, right?"

You nod your head, desperately wanting to please him, wanting to be a good girl for your loving boyfriend who was fucking you so perfectly, biting your lip to stop any more sounds escaping as your cunt continued to flutter around his cock. Suddenly Zayne's movements slowed, pulling his cock out of your throbbing pussy until only the tip was left in, his icy fingers harshly pinching the nipple of your left breast.

"You know better than that, angel, come on, use your words. Or have I already fucked you dumb?"

A pathetic whimper left your throat as you tried to buck your hips back into his, your cunt aching to feel full again, but Zayne's firm grip kept you in place, small ice crystals forming, a warning to behave.

"You know the rules, angel, use your words. Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or do I need to stop right now, and it would be such a shame if I did because I've been aching to feel this pretty little cunt cum all over my cock.... But only good girls get to cum" his tone is as icy as his evol, sending shivers down your spine as you swallow down the desperate whine threatening to spill from your lips. Tears burn your eyes as you squeeze them shut, your brain struggling to form any coherent thoughts.

"I'll be g-good....please Zayne....'m gonna be good... please, need to cum" you hiccup out between sobs, your mind turning to mush as your cunt clenches around nothing.

"There we go, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Zayne whispers softly, lips trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, your skin igniting under the feeling of his tongue and teeth marking you, branding you as his.

"Now keep that pretty mouth quiet for me, love"

With that he's slamming back into you, his cock burying itself deep in your pussy, hitting your cervix with every harsh thrust of his hips, forcing your body further into the door. You bit your bottom lip hard, the tangy taste of iron flooded your mouth as you fought to keep quiet as Zayne continued to pinch and pull your nipple with one hand, the other moving from your hip to press down on your stomach, feeling the outline of his cock as he roughly pounded into your gushing cunt.

"Ngh you feel that, Angel, feel how deep I am... You're taking me so well, always such a good girl for me, perfect girl with the perfect little pussy" Zayne's praises went straight to your cunt, working you closer to your orgasm, clenching harder around his cock that was taking you so well, forcing it's way inside you, making you feel every delicious ridge and vein as Zayne moulded your cunt to his shape. Feeling your high approaching rapidly, you try to warn Zayne, hands reaching out behind you blindly as your fucked-out brain is unable to form any words. Zayne, ever the observant physician, notices your struggle, hands grabbing hold of your wrists and pinning them to the door in front of you.

"Are you going to cum angel? I can feel you clenching around me... Ngh, it's okay.... You can cum, baby.... You've been such a good girl, go on and cum for me" Zayne urges you on, voice straining as he approaches his own release. With one hand he keeps your wrists pinned above your head as the other hand moves down to rub circles on your clit, working you closer to the edge.

"Come on, baby, want to feel you cum, need to feel my good girl squeezing my cock.... Please baby, cum for me, cum on my cock angel"

Zayne's skilled fingers on your clit and husky words of encouragement are all you need to push you over the edge, your back arching and cunt milking his cock as you're hurtled into an intense orgasm. Zayne isn't far behind, hips rutting into you erratically as he chases his own release, thrusting a few more times before his hips stutter and he burries his cock deep inside you, coating your cunt with his warm cum. Exhausted, your body slumps forward against the door, unable to hold yourself up you're grateful for Zayne's strong arms as they wrap around your waist, his forehead resting against your shoulder as you both come down from your highs. The room is quiet apart from your panting breaths and the hammering of your heart. After a few minutes, Zayne slides his softening cock from your spent pussy, taking a second to admire the way your cunt clenches around nothing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and the mix of both your cum dripping down your thighs. Leaning forward to press a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades, Zayne speaks softly against your skin "I apologise if I was a little too rough with you, love, you did so well for me" another loving kiss is pressed to your forehead, your eyes closing as you begin to drift off in the safety of your boyfriends warm embrace.

"Rest now, Angel, don't worry, I'll be right here when you wake up"

This is my first time writing smut so feedback is appreciated 😙

#love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #zayne smut #love and deepspace smut

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deepmochi · 1 year ago

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Astrology notes: synastry edition 🪐💋

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Note: take what resonates. This may not apply to everyone if these notes don't resonate, just scroll. This post applies to romantic and platonic relationships.

🦋 Moon conjuct sun make people see what the other person has in themselves. Both understand the other but also judge them.

🪼 Venus in the 12th house has a veil under them. This in a synastry give "dating vibes" even for platonic friends/ relationships. For romantic ones, gives, they are secretly dating vibes "friends with benefits".

🦋 Mercury and Sun aspects in the same signs make them a very competitive couple lowkey. The sun has masculine energy that the mercurian finds "interesting" or useful.

🪼 North nodes- sun people aspects aren't for long term relationships. The north node person signifies someone who comes and goes; they don't stay too long. This is perfect for "people come and people go" D.O's line in love shot.

🪼 Asc-Venus aspects in synastry always like to compliment the other apperance. They appreciate those "that skirt looks good on you" comments. They got a self-esteem boost and a reminder that the person cares for them.

🪼 Men with their sun sign in your 1st house are perceived by you as hot. This could lead to a night stand or intense chemistry.

🧊 Venus opposition Venus gives very subtle vibes to each other like. There's is always one who is more oblivious to the other. If other aspects interfere, mind games are possible.

🪼 The same element in a placement produces a very similar reaction. You may feel very drawn to that person. For example, A Leo Mars woman will feel attracted to fire sun or venus (aries or sag) men. They have similar fiery traits. This applies to men for their Venus signs. A man with a Libra Venus will find airy personalities very attractive and (bonus points) with an airy rising even more.

🦋 Mars is about motivation, drive, your temper and temperature. Yes, First house goes checked your blood pressure and heart rate. Whenever you get mad, you should listen to your heart 👀, please.

🦋 Don't trust tik tok astrology notes. I just heard someone saying Mars in the 1st likes to work under pressure like for daily work Girl...I'm Mars in the 1st and NO. My heart cannot resist that.

💙 Also, first house mars synastry can be a feisty couple. In public or private 😗, the "I hate you" type, and then they kiss each other.

🦋 12th house-Venus synastry can be very pretty if they decide to go with the flow. Without judging the other, or forcing to be like others (society roles).

🦋 Their venus is in your 12th house, it indicates that they feel loved by you in ways they cannot describe. This sometimes also mean blurry lines. If they don't know your relationships status, communication is useful. Don't let your mind read signs.

🐦 Venus in the 2nd, guess? People likes to buy you things. If someone has their sign in your 2nd house, they will buy you things easily. Also, they can prefer to eat together or show physical love (hugs or hold hands) even for friends. Taurus rules the 2nd house.

🦋 Insecure men with your lilith sign in their Venus (conjuction) will not asking you out. THEY'RE SCARE OF YOU. They believe you will break their heart. If they do ask you out, they are ready to fight the world for you.

🦋 Love doesn't equals obssesion. Pluto in the 8th synastry repeat after me: Love isn't obssesion!

🐦 Men with your Venus sign in their Sun sign will be easy to read. If they will like you, you will see it. They cannot play mind games.

🐳 Dating your 12th house sign especially in the sun or moon, it's something I don't recommend at all. They will make you feel "confused", even if they don't try it.

🪼 Women with Mars in the 1st house make fragile men feel inadequate. You can see those men feeling threatened by these women.

🦋 If he has his Mars in your 1st house, he thinks you're hot . Girl, don't even doubt it.

📫 The venus sign in a man chart depicts his ideal type. However, what he needs could be found in the moon. Good aspects between Moon-Venus: a long-term commitment.

🦋 People in your 5th house feels very flirty with you. So, the tension is there, yes, but don't be too delusional. Flirting doesn't mean a serious deal, just be aware of respect if you are in a relationship.

🪼 🔞 If people have their sun or moon in your 8th house, you will see them as more attractive in a romantic/sexual way. It's highly posible to have sex, even if they're not your type.

🐳 🔞 Water in the 8th house in a person's chart indicates "emotions + pleasure". Usually women like to be dominated. Men prefer to dominate. Both prefer dynamic partners with a good aftercare.

🦋 🔞Men with water in the 8th house like to have sex in beaches, in the bathroom and when things gets emotional. Angry sex too.

🦋 Conjuntion and trines have good things, but we cannot ignore the bad things. For example, moon conjunct moon; good things, you understand each other; bad things, you may become twins (for good or bad), too comfortable in the relationship, forgetting romance and passion.

🦋 Sun signs are important to considered if they don't match your Jupiter sign. It could indicate possible obstacles in your marriage.

🪼 Friendly reminder, a perfect synastry doesn't equal a perfect relationship. Please, if the person doesn't respect you, leave them. Not matter how perfect is the synastry in paper.

Take care, lovelies 💚😘.

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ylangelegy · 22 days ago

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like a python 🧊 jihoon x reader.

jihoon doesn’t know how many years of pining he has left in him.

★ rockstar!jihoon x reader. ★ word count: 2.5k ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: non-idol. jihoon-centric, childhood friends, yearning... so much yearning, young k makes a cameo, jihoon is a bit lame (affectionately), cussing/swearing. mentions of alcohol, food. ★ footnotes: got7 dropped winter heptagon and it's all i can think about. wrote this in one sitting as a show of gratitude to @chugging-antiseptic-dye for introducing me to these boys. haven't done a song fic in a hot minute, but for lee jihoon and got7? anything. shoutout to igot7_MarKP on twitter for the english translation of the lyrics.

🎧 now playing: python by got7 — i know i'm an icon, watch me with the lights on; but she got a hold on me like a python.

▸ MUSIC IS HOW I'VE BEEN VENTING NOW... OVERSEAS, I'M SELLING OUT.

It’s pretty surreal to Jihoon, being in a room with some of the biggest names in rock.

In the past hour alone, he’s met Alex Turner, Dave Grohl, and— holy shit, is that Hayley Williams? Jihoon is getting dizzy, and it’s not only because of all the secondhand smoke he’s inhaled since he got to the Rolling Stones afterparty.

The best of the best. That’s what the invitation had boasted. It was the scene’s most coveted event, and Jihoon somehow made it to the guest list.

Unbidden, your voice nags from somewhere in the back of his mind. You’re the best, Jihoon-ah.

He shakes his head, like he’s physically trying to get away from the thought of you. This had been happening a lot more as of late. Fleeting moments wherein he’d imagine how you would react, what you’d say.

But Jihoon always catches himself. He snaps himself out of it and goes back to recording, goes back to performing.

God, he needs to get it together. He’s starting to regret saying ‘no’ to the cigarette Ely Buendia was offering him earlier.

(In Jihoon’s defense, he didn’t smoke often. He didn’t want to fuck up his vocal chords. He had a one-cigarette-a-year rule, and he wasn’t about to use it now. It was only January; who knew what else the year would throw him?)

Jihoon is contemplating some other vice— maybe he can go grab another beer— when he feels a tap on his shoulder. At the sight of who came up to him, Jihoon immediately folds into a bow.

“There’s no need for that,” Younghyun says, equal parts amused and embarrassed. “We’re all the same here, yeah?”

Jihoon pulls himself to his full height. “Not… really,” he says lamely, and then he immediately launches into mumbled apologies when he realizes how he might have sounded.

It wasn’t that Jihoon thought he was better than his peers. Hell, he knew that he was the least important person in the room. That’s what he meant; they were not all the same, because Jihoon still had a long ways to go.

Especially when compared to rock icon Young K, who is— gracefully— taking Jihoon’s awkwardness in stride.

“You’re holding up a lot better than me,” Younghyun muses. “At my first afterparty, I threw up on Rupam Islam.”

“No.”

“Yes, unfortunately. He was very nice about it, though.”

Jihoon lets out a stutter of a laugh. He’s never been a fan of small talk, but he clings to it now like a lifeline. “Does it get easier?” he asks.

Younghyun’s eyebrows raise. “Throwing up on rockstars?”

“No, no–”

“I was kidding,” Younghyun says in between chuckles. His expression is a little more pensive when he goes on, “I can’t say for sure that it gets easier, but you learn to deal with it.”

You learn to deal with it. Jihoon can almost laugh at just how accurate that is. It seems applicable to every aspect of his life— including missing you.

Jihoon winces. Younghyun notices.

The older man doesn’t comment on it, probably thinks it’s something else entirely. Younghyun doesn’t flinch away, either, when Jihoon nervously says, “Can I ask you another question?”

“Ask away,” says Younghyun. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

What is Jihoon doing? He doesn’t know either, but it’s either this or fight off the urge to run through a pack of Marlboros. “How do you cope,” he starts slowly, “with… feelings?”

A beat. Crap. Jihoon realizes he definitely could have phrased that better, because Younghyun is now looking at him with an expression of mild confusion.

Jihoon backtracks. “You— we— go through a lot in this field of work. Like, a lot. And you— fuck, fine, I’m— grateful for it, really, I swear. But there’s just… so much other things, too, aside from the gratitude. How do you cope with those?”

Jihoon knows he probably looks and sounds like a trainwreck in his bid to be deliberately vague. By some miracle, Younghyun at least seems to understand what Jihoon is trying to say.

Younghyun’s lip quirks to one side as he thinks of his response. The silence stretches uncomfortably long, but then he gives an answer that’s the last thing Jihoon could have expected.

“I write,” Younghyun says.

Jihoon blinks once. Then twice.

“You write,” he repeats, and the former nods.

“It’s all in my discography. The anger, the heartbreak, the love.” Younghyun raises his shoulders in a shrug. “I’ve written nearly 200 songs, and all of them are just— that. Questions. Answers to questions. Feelings and stories.”

It’s so simple, so obvious. It’s like a glaring traffic sign, like something that every musician should know and do.

Put it in a song. Perform it for thousands and leave the muse none the wiser. Profit. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Jihoon had done it a fair amount of times, but never had he considered putting you to pen and paper. The prospect of it makes something in his chest thrum.

“I—” He clears his throat. “I think I have to go, sunbaenim. It was nice seeing you.”

A hint of humor glints in Younghyun’s eye, like he’s somewhat aware of the fact he’s witnessing something unravel. “‘Younghyun’ is fine,” he chirps. “And it was nice seeing you, too, Jihoon. Take care of yourself.”

The words— take care of yourself— are supposed to be a platitude. To Jihoon, it feels like a tall ask.

▸ I'M TOURING THE WORLD BUT I'M MISSING THE ONE WHO HELD IT DOWN.

Jihoon is exhausted.

As much as he wants to say that he’s never been this tired in his life, it’d probably be a lie. He’d make the claim, hit the road, then end up crashing out saying the same damn thing. He’s seen this film before; he knows how it ends.

He falls back on his hotel bed after his shower. A low groan escapes him, and he sends up a silent prayer to all the higher powers there are. Thank you for sheets with a 300-500 thread count. Thank you for air-conditioning. Thank you for warm showers and Listerine.

Despite his fatigue, Jihoon can’t just go to sleep. Post-show adrenaline always took a couple of hours to wear off.

He briefly contemplates his options. Write a lyric or two? Watch a shitty Netflix movie? Stare out the hotel window until his eyes can’t stay open anymore?

None of the above, it seems, as he reaches for his phone.

Jihoon has never been active on SNS; he just couldn’t bring himself to care about things like TikTok trends or Twitter ‘beef’. It’s a constant thorn in his PR team’s side. There is one thing that he bothers to check, though, and God forbid he deny himself the simple pleasure of some good ol’ fashioned pining.

He’s been on your Instagram page enough times that it’s the first thing that shows when he goes to the search bar. It’s the only thing that shows, really, which gives some pretty good sense of where his head is at.

Your profile loads. There’s no new post, no recent story. Jihoon is both disappointed and relieved.

No news is good news, he thinks to himself as he leisurely scrolls through the photos he’s already seen a dozen times before. You, feeding sidewalk cats. You, sipping tea at a cafe. You, in all the places that were once Jihoon’s, too. The beaches, the hiking trails, the restaurant in your shared neighborhood.

Jihoon opens that particular post. Even though he’s watched your life in squares for the better half of the past three years, this is the one photo that always has him feeling a pang of… something.

Because Jihoon can imagine it— being at that restaurant with you. The two of you had discovered it together, had pooled your measly school allowances to afford the bokguk and ganjang gejang.

He imagines being there with this older version of you, being the one snapping the picture that’d find a spot on your feed. He can see it so clearly in his mind’s eye that if he really, really tries, it begins to look more like a memory than a daydream.

But he’s not in Busan, not even in Korea. He’s in the United States instead, where he has ten stops before heading to Canada and Europe.

Sold-out stadiums. Thousands upon thousands of adoring fans.

All the food that he could possibly want, and yet it’s pufferfish soup and soy sauce crabs that he’s looking for.

Every person that he could possibly have, and yet. And yet.

Jihoon huffs out a frustrated exhale. He’s tired, which he swears makes him delusional.

He casts his phone aside, blissfully ignorant to the way his finger double taps his screen as he does.

Halfway across the world, your phone pings.

woozi_universefactory ✓ liked your post.

▸ I'VE BEEN RUNNING BACKWARDS, RUNNING BACKWARDS LIKE A MARATHON.

The push notification glaring up at Jihoon looks a lot like a bomb that’s about to explode.

Jihoon feels like it’s a bomb, because he refuses to believe that after over a year of absolutely nothing, you’ve messaged first. You’ve messaged first.

He double, triple checks his calendar. It’s neither of your birthdays. It’s not a holiday, either. Is it Chuseok? No— that doesn’t make sense.

“For fuck’s sake,” he chides himself under his breath. It’s a text. Nothing more, nothing less.

Jihoon opens the notification.

And then his heart just.

Stops.

You’d sent two messages— the first, being the post that had him spiraling last night. It’s the proceeding message that has Jihoon hoping the ground will swallow him whole.

Stalking me, Jihoon-ah?

Holy shit.

Jihoon types out at least three different messages, from Are you a fly on my wall to Is there a new Instagram feature I don’t know about to What happened to “hello, how are you”?

In the end, he only sends back a single question mark. When he opens the offending post, he immediately sees his transgression.

Jihoon hadn’t liked the photo before last night. He didn’t like much posts to begin with. How— When—

His phone pings. He’s never been so thankful that he mostly opts to get room service for breakfast, because the squeak that he lets out is definitely not very rockstar-like. Jihoon fumbles, and he ends up opening your DM before he can psych himself up for it.

LOL. Playing dumb doesn’t suit you, you say.

Damn you and your ability to render him speechless. Jihoon wonders if he can get away with not responding, with getting back to you a couple of days later and blaming his work.

Except.

Jihoon’s fingers slowly move across his screen.

It was a good post, he says.

It was a post from a year ago, you answer.

So? He throws in an emoji of a man shrugging for good measure. Jihoon never uses emojis, but he can make some exceptions.

Your respond, So, stalking. You were stalking me.

Jihoon knows he’s digging a hole for himself, knows he’s going to stay up several nights thinking of just how stupid he is. If he were a stronger man, he’d pull the plug on this conversation and that’d be it. You wouldn’t bug him. He would maybe write a song about this moment. The world would go on.

But he can hear you.

In the messages, in the words on his screen. He can hear your voice, the way you’d smile or laugh or tease. How you’d say his name in that sing-song tone he once pretended to hate.

He hears you in your messages, and he’ll live with the secondhand shame if it means that he gets to keep on listening.

Not stalking, he shoots back. Just checking in.

Ah, you say. Because you missed me?~

Despite himself, he scoffs. You’ve always been so shameless. It didn’t matter to you that he was WOOZI the rockstar; to you, he would always be Jihoon who lived three houses down.

As if, he says to your teasing.

You don’t respond anymore. You don’t even read the message, because Jihoon doesn’t see the little ‘Seen’ under his last message.

He waits for it for a minute. Then five minutes. Then seven minutes. He stops checking at the thirteen-minute mark, because he likes to believe he’s no longer a high schooler with a raging crush on the girl next door.

He’s a grown man. He’s WOOZI, for Christ’s sake.

He can’t keep coming back to you.

▸ I GAVE YOU MY TIME WHEN I DIDN'T HAVE MUCH; ALL OF MY FEELINGS, SWEPT UNDER THE RUG.

Except he does.

WOOZI may not want to. WOOZI may be the bassist writing songs about the past in hopes of leaving things in the past, but Jihoon is a different story.

Jihoon texts you the moment he lands in Gimhae International Airport. Jihoon stands outside your front door— definitely jetlagged, probably in need of a shower— with his luggage in one hand and his phone in the other.

Jihoon acts like it’s the world’s biggest inconvenience when he tells you, “Come on, then.”

The two of you get the crabs and soup. He refuses to talk about his time away; he contents himself with listening, like he always does, and you fill the silence with babble. Your desk job, your parents’ nagging, your hobbies and side hustles.

“Probably not as interesting as your life,” you joke after a particularly long-winded anecdote about a delivery rider who got your address wrong.

Jihoon neither confirms nor denies the statement. He only raises one eyebrow and gives you a wordless gesture with his hand. Go on anyway, he’s saying, and you take the cue.

The meal ends. Jihoon invites you for coffee. Then ice cream. Then a walk.

“This is very suspicious.”

Jihoon can’t help it; a snort of laughter escapes him at your words. “Can’t a guy take a friend out to lunch?” he asks humorlessly.

“And dinner,” you note.

“And dinner, yes.”

“And dessert.”

The two of you are taking the long way home. There’s something to be said about how Jihoon drags his feet, about how you walk like you’re not on borrowed time. Even your conversation moves like you’re beating around the bush.

There is an elephant in the room and Jihoon is done pretending that it’s not there. That it hasn’t been there since the day you two met in primary school, since the first time he held your hand as a teenager, since he became a musician and every song he performed became about you.

Jihoon doesn’t know how many years of pining he has left in him.

“Are you dying?”

Your blasé question draws a bark of laughter from him. “Jesus, no,” he says. “Do I have to be dying to want to see you?”

You don’t answer right away. Jihoon once again has that feeling that he’s said something wrong, something loaded, but you save him from overthinking when you respond with, “You wanted to see me?”

There it is. That teasing tone, that hint of a smile.

You bump your shoulder against his. “You missed me, Jihoon-ah. Admit it.”

And Jihoon is done, Jihoon is tired, Jihoon is still yours after all this time.

“I did,” he finally, finally says. “I missed you.”

#jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #jihoon fic #woozi fic #svt fic #seventeen fic #jihoon imagines #woozi imagines #(💎) page: svt #(🥡) notebook

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sapphicideas · 2 months ago

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coldstoicism · 1 year ago

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001. ⸻ Writing and artwork on this blog may contain mature and potentially triggering themes such as canon-typical gore and violence, body horror as well as mentions of abuse & depression. In most cases, posts will be tagged accordingly and nothing will be too graphic. However, as I have no triggers myself I'm often unsure of what warrants a tag and what does not. Please do reach out and let me know if I forgot to tag something you think should have been tagged. Mortal Kombat is not a game for the faint hearted so do proceed with caution if any of the above mentioned topics are triggering to you. Only follow & interact if you're 21+.

002. ⸻ I'm an adult with responsibilities and a job outside of writing, I might sometimes take a day or two to respond to you. Please be aware of that and don't assume I'm ignoring you. I'm doing my best to get back to everyone and I apologize if responses sometimes take longer. Lately, I've also been struggling with various health issues so it might even take me up to a week or more to get back to you. As long as you don't spam me, please feel free to sometimes send me reminders if I haven't responded to our thread in a while. I'm a human and I also tend to forget things sometimes.

003. ⸻ English is not my first language. While I'd like to think I have pretty decent grammar, I might make mistakes sometimes, especially when it comes to correct punctuation as it is vastly different from that of my native language. Please be patient with me, I'm trying my best.

004. ⸻ I use small text to write, but I don't mind switching to the regular text size for better accessibility. Just let me know ahead and I'll make sure to adjust the text size for my posts accordingly. I also use icons and graphics in my posts and occasionally colorful text for highlighting.

005. ⸻ This blog is crossover friendly and open to writing with original characters. With all the different timelines existing in the Mortal Kombat universe, the possibilites to craft unique stories are pretty much endless. Don't be afraid to reach out if you have a cool plot idea, I would love to hear it.

006. ⸻ I feel like this should be self-explanatory, but no godmodding, no taking control of my character or anything of the likes. It's very annoying and it will take away my enthusiasm to continue writing with you.

007. ⸻ I'm above engaging in petty drama with anyone on here, I made this blog to write for my favorite character and for no other reason. I can't stand negativity and toxicity. If I see you being rude to others, spreading hate or even bullying other people in the community, I will instantly block you. If you have a problem with me, feel free to reach out to me so we can have a civil conversation about it.

008. ⸻ Please be aware that my portrayal of MK1!Bi-Han is not 100% canon-accurate. While I tried to make as little changes to the character's personality and backstory as possible, some aspects of him will be based on my own headcanons. The writing for him in MK1 is annoyingly inconsistent, contradicts itself on multiple occasions and sometimes even makes no sense at all, so I won't be adopting much of it into my portrayal. Do not expect me to write Bi-Han as a one-dimensional joke villain just because ❛ it's canon ❜ in the current timeline. If that's the portrayal you're looking for, you might want to look for someone else to write with. That said, this blog will feature different versions of Bi-Han from different timelines, so please do specify the timeline you'd prefer for the plot to be set in. For now I only write Bi-Han as Sub-Zero and I haven't decided on whether or not Noob Saibot will become a secondary muse on this blog yet, but it's well within the realm of possibilities.

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marsprincess889 · 3 months ago

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💎Goddess essence game💎

⚔🏔🌊🦢🌸⛰🌋🧊

Based on astrology and my intuition💕

For people who identify as female, feminine or just want a peek into their feminine energy

🤍We are all goddesses on Earth, walking among other goddesses, hiding in plain sight behind the seemingly mundane life of this world🤍

I'm going to try to give you a type of goddess(es) that is most similar to you in essence. They can be from any pantheon, and I won't limit their number. Each response is going to be highly individual, so it's very open, and keep in mind that each deity is a unique force, so no matter which ones someone else recommends, you have to go with the one that feels like home to you, the one that you think is right.

Rules:

Send your vedic chart with nakshatra placements visible via asks

Reblog one post from my masterlist

Reblog this post

Be patient please🤍

No anons, obviously

Check status before sending the ask

This is a very uplifting and pressure-free game so, I can't have people who rudely correct me and my response to someone else's ask. If you have a different opinion then please, state it politely and if you feel bad about my response to your ask, then feel free to explore mythology on your own, you don't have to agree with me or anyone else.

If my mutuals participate I'll probably be kicking my feet😍

If you want to keep your chart private you can send it via dms💕

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I don't want to keep closing or reopening. Somehow once I think that there will not be anymore participants and close it, people who missed it appear😭 so this is your last chance, and please share this with anyone you think would want to participate.

EDIT: Please send feedback via asks afterwards. It does not have to be long, just honest and respectful. 💕

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amomentsescape · 1 year ago

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The shirt headcannon was great, but what if the slashers had matching shirts with their S/O reader? Also if ya in one of the snowy storm states stay safe! ❄ 🧊 ⛸

Slashers React to Couple's T-Shirts

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Feat. Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, & Stu

You can find the OG T-Shirt request here.

A/N: Such a cute request! And yes, those dealing with the crazy weather, please stay safe! (Also, I couldn't find a better GIF option so I just went with the same one again)

Freddy Krueger

Yep, he wears it over his sweater

Can you expect anything less from Freddy though?

He really enjoys matching with you

He even let out some chuckles when you showed them to him for the first time

"I'm gonna need to make myself a closet if you keep up with this"

He definitely finds the shirts a tad bit cheesy, but he's not complaining

He happily wears the shirt with pride

He becomes a bit upset if you show up not wearing it though

Michael Myers

What even is this?

The first shirt was already bad enough, but this?

He doesn't even like cats

Just gives you a deadpan look

Will let you put yours on, but absolutely refuses to wear his

Barely even wants to touch it to be honest

You quite literally have to force it over his head

And even then, he just complains the whole time

Embrace the moment while you have it, because there's absolutely no way you're going to get that shirt on him again

Jason Voorhees

He smiles wide at these

One of the things he loves is the size difference between you two

It makes him feel like a protector

So you gifting him MATCHING shirts just makes him feel all giddy inside

The fact that they point out the size difference is a plus

He arguably likes this one more than the last (since he actually understands what it means)

He only wears the shirt when you wear yours though

If your washing it or don't have it on, don't expect Jason to be wearing his

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas absolutely fell in love with Beauty and the Beast when you first showed it to him

He didn't think he'd ever find someone like you, but here you were, and that made him relate to the Beast quite a bit

So when you showed him these, he was ecstatic

Immediately puts it on and refuses to take it off for a couple days

Even in the blistering heat of Texas, he wears it

Will always give you a hug when he sees you wearing yours

By the end of the week however, his shirt is noticeably much dirtier than yours

They barely match anymore, but the meaning is still there

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is all giddy when he sees these

He just thinks the dinosaurs are absolutely adorable

And he honestly gets the joke pretty quickly!

Will insist you both put them on at the exact same time, doing a little spin for each other

He's clapping his hands and bouncing up and down

Will become pretty protective of the garment though

If anyone besides you gets a little too close to him, he puts his arms out as if saying "don't touch the shirt"

He truly finds the shirts a symbol of your relationship, so if any stain or tear occurs, he will literally have a meltdown

Brahms Heelshire

He doesn't find them as funny as you do

But he likes the idea of you matching together, so he allows it

Will try to put your shirt on instead in hopes you don't notice

You do

He thinks you look cute, but he won't admit it

He's still mad that you think you're the boss

I mean, who makes the literal rules around here??

But the moment you baby him and tell him just how good the shirt looks on him, he gives in and accepts his fate

He does wear the cardigan over it, however

Norman Bates

You know Norman isn't one for loud garments

So you thought something simplistic and meaningful would be the best bet

When he first sees the shirts, he smiles and says they look extra comfy for you two

But when he sees your anniversary on the sleeves, he melts

Thinks it's super romantic and gives you a sweet kiss as a thank you

He wears the shirt all the time

Under his button ups, going to bed, lounging around

And you can tell he becomes extra happy when you have yours on too

It's just like having a cute reminder of your love for each other

And Norman is all about that

Billy Loomis

Billy had been talking about getting a new sweatshirt for forever now

So when you came across these, you knew you had to get them

Billy isn't usually one for cheesy things, but he can't stop the small smile that forms on his face

"You're a lifesaver, babe"

Will try it on and practically melt into it

Doesn't specifically ask, but he'll give you a look basically telling you to put yours on too

When he sees you both matching, he can't even lie that he likes it

Will snuggle up with you and thank you

Stu Macher

Stu immediately lets out a big laugh when he sees them

His amusement is quickly deflated when he fully reads the shirts

"Hey!"

You know he's just joking though, since he still has that huge grin on his face

"You're clearly the stupid one, right?"

You just give him a joking slap to the arm

Will make you put yours on with him and pulls out his camera

Takes a million pictures with you and the shirts, finding them hilarious

He definitely insists on wearing them in public since it makes it even more obvious that you're his

He just doesn't want to wear them around Billy

He'll make fun of him

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yorshie · 16 days ago

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sees your requests open and slides in like a penguin on ice 🧊

possibly showing off a new swimsuit in front of the turtles in hopes it gets Raph's attention because every other hint you've dropped has gone wayyyy over his head (...or so you assume) 👀

showers you in love and sparkles!!! ✨️💕🫂

Kkkkkeeeeeiiiiisssshhhhhhaaaaaaa. *clings to you like a wet noodle*

I scrolled all the way down to the bottom of my requests and gasped when I saw your name. >:3. I gladly shower in the love and sparkles, and hope you forgive me for the amount of silent pining I’m about to shove down everyone’s throat. lol.

Bay Raph x fem reader (I think the only gendered terms are two pieces bathing suit but idk does that count in 2025? Question mark? Idk I’m tired)

SFW

Ok. Breathe. You can do this.

The mid-morning sun cut through the lacy curtains and across the tiny vanity surrounding the sink. The bathroom you were holed up in was better suited for the sixties, with the chair rail topped with faded, flowered wallpaper and the worn floor that couldn’t quite hide the handmade nails driven in to hold the boards in place. You knew plans had been made and then discarded over and over concerning updating it, but no one could quite agree on how to update it, and hardly anyone came up to use the little bathroom cooped up at the end of the hallway to be reminded about it.

Which was precisely why you were holed up in it now. Even though the door hadn’t locked for years, it was the safest place to hype yourself up.

You were failing miserably.

“You got this,” You told your reflection for what felt like the hundredth time, gaze flicking down below your chin before resolutely jerking back up to your face.

A second ruled by your thundering heartbeat, before you gave in. “Nope. I can’t do this.”

It’s just a bathing suit. You reasoned with yourself. Just a bathing suit, modest even for two piece standards if you were being honest but…

God, it….. it was so red.

The exact same shade of red as Raph’s bandana.

You’d hunted for that exact shade of color, of course. You practically had it tattooed to the back of your eyelids, had lost countless hours imagining what the feel of that bandana would be like under your fingers if you were only brave enough to reach out.

You’d contemplated it, once, when leaning against the back of the couch while bantering with Raphael. Had thought about just… reaching out, twirling the nearest loop of fabric about your fingers and wrist like it was something commonplace, something you were allowed to do-

But your bravery had deserted you the moment Raph had looked over his shoulder at you, eyes crinkled soft in silent laughter, relaxed and carefree in the conversation. Something you had thought impossible when you had first met him.

You couldn’t have handled it if that soft look had disappeared, if the armored walls he had slowly lowered during the time you’d known him snapped back into place.

You stared at the red bathing suit again, tugging on it gently in the hopes it might cover up more perceived flaws, like it might answer your unspoken questions, like it might give insight on whether or not this would work.

None of the other things you’d chanced to show Raph how you’d felt had worked, after all.

You wanted… You just wanted to show him…

You let out a pained, warbling curse, head dropping to rest in your hands as you contemplated sneaking back to the room you were sharing with April and pretending you were too sick to go downstairs.

A heavy knock sounded on the door, a muffled voice quickly to follow. “Hey, princess, ready to go?”

You startled, badly, tripping on the worn, warm rug laid out in front of the claw footed tub and having to catch yourself to keep from going completely ass over tea kettle into the cold porcelain.

It hurt, no matter what, slipping on the rim and sliding into the hollow, swim suit bottom riding up painfully on the descent.

Raph called your name out in question while you internally panicked, staring at the door while dread coiled oily and dark beneath your sternum.

”I’m- fine!” You called back, wincing internally when your voice cracked in a lie between the two words.

Evidently Raph heard the tell as well. “uh, huh. Yeah, sure. Try that again, peaches. You good?” There came a testing rattle of the doorknob, and your heart leapt. “You didn’t fall, right?”

“Don’t-“ you struggled to get back on your feet, hands and hip slipping on the tub with a loud squeak when your skin stuck to the cold surface. “Don’t open the door!”

The testing jiggle of the doorknob stopped, and you could feel the stare Raph was leveling at the door through his pointed silence. “You did fall.”

Accusing. You flinched at the sound, stumbling towards the door and leaning both hands against it like that might succeed in keeping him out if he decided otherwise.

“I promise I’m fine!” You hurriedly looked around for your T-shirt, anything, a towel for god’s sake, to wrap yourself in. A helpful thought flitted through your mind that you had left your clothes on your borrowed bed to avoid the exact scenario of trying to hide the bathing suit, and your head thunked against the door in internal shame.

Raph shifted on the other side, feet scuffing slightly. You could hear the sound of stiff fabric rubbing against scales, and realized he must have been on his way out to the pond when he came to check on you, the stiff sound of swim shorts unmistakable.

“Ok…. Well, I got a towel for ya, if you want it, so you don’t have to sit on the grass when we’re done swimming. You ready to go?” It was a lot, you knew, for him to give up the line of questioning. It made the answer you were about to give him sour all the more.

You gripped the door knob tight, your other hand clenching tight enough to drive your nails into your skin as you waffled. “I- I don’t think I can.”

A pointed silence. Then: “What? Why?”

It was your turn to shift, weighing each word. “I’m uncomfortable.”

Raph turned that over for a moment in silence, before you heard another rustle of cloth. “Here- open up.”

You gripped the doorknob tighter, parroting him in words and tone without meaning to. “What? Why?”

“S’ my shirt,” The door opened despite you clinging to it, just a smidge, just enough for him to wedge the article of clothing through the crack. “You can cover up with it, so you can still have fun.”

You took the shirt automatically, staring at it like it was a foreign thing while Raph shut the door once more with a soft click.

It was worn, likely years old, the seams frayed and a number of small holes dotting along the neckline. It would likely swallow you whole, take several rubber bands to hold to your frame, but…

It was red. A more muted color than your bathing suit, but-

You swallowed, hard, setting the shirt on the sink and laying a hand on it for comfort, before steeling your spine.

You heard Raph take a preemptive step when you turned the knob, backing up out of the way, but your eyes were fixed somewhere on his midriff as you stepped out into the hallway next to him.

”You…” His words trailed off, sounding a bit higher pitched than you were used to, and you chanced a look up at his face.

Green eyed wide, he stared at you, gaze tracking down over your torso before he seemed to remember himself and his eyes snapped back to your face. The finer scales around his beak and cheeks mottled, turning a more muted color, as blood rushed to his face. “You -ah, s’… nice-”

He snapped a hand up to his face like that might stop the train crash of words leaving his mouth, and you felt the first warm ember creep alive in your chest, that oily feeling lessening.

Silence, for a long moment, as you both considered each other. Sunlight streamed through the far window across the opened space beyond the bannister, backlighting the side of Raph’s shell and his face a golden color. Somewhere below, you could hear Donnie humming a song.

“I… liked the color.” You told him softly, finally, wrapping one arm around yourself and leaning against the door jam, breaking the stand off.

Raph made a low noise, muffled, behind the meat of his hand, and your gaze dropped in time to see his other fist clench tight before tracking back up the scutes covering his chest.

”You good?” You asked him with that same, quiet voice, feeling that beat of self consciousness grow the longer he stayed silent. Chancing another glance up at him, you found a deep look settling over his face, thoughts flashing like rapid fire hits as microexpressions twisted the features around his fist with an alarming rate.

’Yeah,” he finally breathed, hand dropping to clench at his side with the other. “Yea, m’fine. You uh- you ready, then?”

He still had that slightly hunted look, barely stepping to the side as you nodded slowly and moved past. Your elbow grazed the hard plating of his plastron as you stepped past him, and you heard him suck in a sharp breath at the sensation.

Goosebumps erupted down your spine as you felt him move to shadow your steps down the hall, but when you turned to look over your shoulder his gaze wasn’t on you, that still rather thoughtful scrunch between his eyes. “Your shirt?” You reminded him, gesturing back down the hall.

Narrowed green gaze considered you for a moment, not looking back towards the still lit bathroom. They tracked down your form for a moment, and you felt that kernel of warmth once more.

”Leave it… unless you need it?” The second part was intoned like a revelation, half turning like he’d go back for it.

Your hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks. ‘No,” You squeezed, and felt the muscle ripple in response. ‘I don’t.”

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yourdaddyfigur3 · 4 months ago

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Welcome to my blog!!!

Previously known as @yourdaddyfigure. This is strictly a (18+ only) blog. So please if you’re under the age of 18 kindly show some respect and do not follow me or any blog I interact with in this community.

I very much love interacting with my mutuals and following. So please feel free to come chat, all I ask is that you please be respectful and I promise to do the same. Also, don’t get angry at me if I don’t respond to your messages immediately. This will lead to you getting blocked. We all have our own things to worry about outside of tumblr and sometimes needing a mental break is very much needed.

Note I’m not interested in any sexting, so if that’s your endgame here you will sadly be disappointed. I much rather just have genuine conversations with all of you and hear all about you instead.

The best way to reach me is through ask which are open to all. 🫶🏼 I am more likely to reply to asks & anons.

I am straight however please note that I heavily support LGBT+🏳️‍🌈 and if you do not, well there’s the door.

A Couple Rules!

First and please I can't say this enough. DO NOT address me as Daddy EVER. May it be in comments, messages, or even ask. Yes, I am a Daddy, but I am not YOUR Daddy.

This blog will not tolerate any type of negative behavior. Be kind or leave. If you're going to be negative on my blog in any way, may it be comments, ask or messages you will be immediately blocked no questions asked.

If I see any of you interact with any underage/minors in any capacity I will report you and block you without a second thought.

If there’s no sign of your age in your bio or in a pinned post you made for yourself you will be immediately blocked. Same goes for any blank blogs.

Please respect yourself and my mutuals always!

So for now this is all I got 🥰 sorry that it’s pretty lengthy. If any of you actually took the time to read all of this, thank you so much and here’s your golden star 🌟. Stay safe and hydrated my friends!

If anyone is interested in joining the emoji army you’re more than welcome to do so! Just please don’t copy someone’s emoji. The list is below 👇 Thank you! 🫶🏼

Emoji Army:

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phoenixblaze1412 · 1 year ago

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i-i-i-i-i-i wantttt another father dottore content 😢😢😢 may i ask for a child!reader cursing in front of our father? maybe a segment cursed in front of us and we just.. copy that curse word lmaoaoa. thank you in advance!

-🧊

No-no Word.

Now, Zandik established a rule among the rest of his segments that no one is allowed to cuss whenever you're in the room.

The no-no words. That's what your father calls it. Every single cuss or swear word that exists within his and his segments' vocabulary is not allowed to be said within your hearing range.

"But why am I not allowed to say these no-no words, papa?"

"Because, my sweet, these words can only be used by adults. You are still too young to say these and I don't want your innocence of the world to be tainted with bad things."

Yes, the segments follow the rules.

But sometimes, they just can't seem to keep their mouths shut.

Mostly Iota, Theta, Beta, Gamma, and Delta.

How lucky of you that they will be taking care of you for the whole day while your father is being called to a meeting with the rest of the harbingers.

The segments agreed on how many hours they each will take when watching over you.

-----

With Iota:

You were in your father's office, busying yourself as you you doodled on a piece of paper with a pencil that Iota handed you. Iota, on the other hand, was organising each reports based on their importance.

He was already annoyed at how incompetent his fellow clones are. Not even sorting out the reports they handed to him in the proper order. Even their writings are hard to understand!

With a huff, he went to rewrite the reports of the others to something much more readable for Zandik to understand. Moving his arm a bit, he didn't notice he knocked over the ink bottle. Said bottle toppled over a few documents, ink spilling down and staining the reports.

"Fuck!"

Iota cursed out as he quickly picked the ink bottle up and went to quickly fix the mess that was created. He knew he would be scolded if Zandik found out about his mistake.

Once the mess on the desk has been cleaned, aside from the ink stained reports, Iota let out a relieved sigh. It's okay if the reports are smudged a lot as long as there isn't any ink stain on the harbinger's desk then he is okay.

"Fuck!"

Iota quickly turned around to face you when he heard your voice say that one word. His eyes widening in shock as he quickly went over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"No no no! You must not say that, mutt!"

"Fuck!"

Ah shit..

-----

With Gamma and Delta:

You were immediately dropped off at the laboratory by Iota. You heard the segment saying something along the lines of 'if it's not with me then it's not my problem anymore'.

Gamma was the first one to notice your presence as he grinned before quickly picking you up in his arms and lightly pinching your cheek.

"Little flame! You're just in time. Come now, let's put a lab coat on you so you won't get any chemicals spilled on your fragile self."

You were sat upon a stool, safety goggles placed upon your eyes as you watched the chemicals in the beaker bubbling from the hotplate. Delta was taking notes of the chemicals while Gamma stood beside you with a bored look.

"Delta, can we heighten the flames to make this thing go faster? Or maybe add more fire? Fire is good."

"No. Too much heat pressure can cause something bad."

"But we've been waiting for an hour already! (Y/n) is already bored!"

Not really. You were too busy staring at how pretty the liquid in the beaker was, liking the color.

"No, Gamma. We have to wait for two more hours. That's what the instructions said."

Letting out a huff of annoyance, Delta turned around and went to check on the supplies, leaving you and Gamma for a while. With Delta away from you two, Gamma grinned in delight before glancing at you and placing a finger to his lips to be quiet. You nodded in understanding, placing a finger to your own lips as a sign that you're quiet.

You watched as Gamma turned the heat to the highest level. The chemicals beginning to form bubbles at a very alarming speed as the beaker began to shake and move around the hotplate. Both you and Gamma stared curiously at the beaker, wondering why it's rattling too much until you both heard Delta come back.

"Gamma, what the fuck did you do--"

Before Delta could finish his sentence, a large explosion erupted in the lab. Gamma had you in his arms, shielding you away from the glass shards of the beaker. Delta quickly went to turn on the air vents to quickly remove the smoke that clouded inside the room. Once the smoke disappeared, Delta was glaring at Gamma with his arms crossed.

"You pyromaniac fuck! I told you to leave the heat on its current state!"

"It's your fault for choosing something so boring to do!"

"Me?! This was literally fucking assigned to us!"

"Fuck!"

You like saying the new word. It feels like a catchphrase the segments would say. But Delta and Gamma were not having it.

"No! Bad (Y/n)! Don't repeat that!"

"My sweet little firecracker please don't say that!"

"Fuck!"

The two segments could only stare at each other in pure horror. Knowing it was futile to stop you from repeating that word.

"We are so dead."

"Not me, you were the one cursing a lot, Delta."

"Fu-- shut it!"

-----

With Theta and Beta:

You were eating your favourite sweets, courtesy of Epsilon, with Theta and Beta sitting on the floor in front of you. Both of them were already done with their assigned tasks so what else could they be doing but cause mischief instead?

"Alright, dumbass. Have you been cursing well?"

"Must you call the little angel a dumbass, Theta?"

"Meh, not my fault they ate a tomato and thought it was an apple."

Theta could only snicker as he glanced in your direction, pulling you over to his lap and poking your cheek.

"Now. Repeat after me. Say fuck."

"Fuck!"

"Good. Looks like you can already say that well. Now, what does that word mean?"

"When I had a very happy and good time."

Beta handed you another sweet as a prize, a grin spread across his face.

"You know, the others were panicking because the little angel has been saying 'fuck' the whole day."

"Well they're a bunch of idiots. Alright, kid. Say 'shit'."

"Sheeeet?"

"Close enough, kid."

"Lord Harbinger is going to be very upset if he finds out his child started cursing at a young age, Theta."

"Don't worry, Beta. We'll just blame it on the others."

-----

"Papa! You were taking too long!"

You ran towards your father, your arms reaching out to him as you were picked up right away. The other segments talking amongst themselves, relieved that their tasks for the day were done and they could do whatever they wish.

"Forgive me, little one. The Jester has a lot of thinngs to discuss about. How was your day while I was busy, hm?"

"It was good! I had fuck!"

The sound of glass shattering to the floor could be heard throughout the room as your father, and the rest of the segments could only stare at you in shock. You could only tilt your head to the side, wondering why everyone is suddenly staring at you as if you did something wrong.

"Where did you learn that word, little one?"

"I heard it from the others!"

From that sentence alone, Zandik immediately turned to his segments and glared at each and every one of then.

"You incompetent fools! I gave one simple rule to follow and you lot can't even follow it?!"

"Eh? Why are you angry papa? Doesn't fuck mean you're having a good and happy time? Theta and Beta said it's like fun but with more pizzazz."

At the mention of the two segments' names, everyone's eyes turned to said clones. Beta could only laugh nervously while Theta rubbed the nape of his neck and looking away. Zandik clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked at you and gave you a small smile.

"I suppose but promise me not to say that word again, little one. That is a no-no word."

You could only cover your mouth in shame, not knowing you had been saying a bad word the whole day and thought it was just another term for fun. You immediately nodded your head to your father's words, promising not to say such things again.

"Good. Now run along to your room. I'll have to deal with something before I tuck you to bed, alright?"

"Okay papa!"

With that, you immediately left the office and back to your room, leaving the others to themselves. A scowl immediately appeared on Zandik's face as he glared at Theta and Beta.

"You two have some explaining to do."

"Run Beta, run!"

"Get back here!"

"We are so sorry!!"

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore #dottore x reader #zandik x reader #il dottore #female reader #gender neutral reader #il dottore x reader #child reader

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