#400 Follower Celebration

[writingwhimsey]

Congrats on your milestone, Whimsey!! 🥳🥳🥳

May I please request Clavis, Mitsuhide and Leonardo reacting to reader domming them? 👀🔥

Alright, I finally felt a bit like getting back to working on these requests from my celebration event. And dear Venus this one spoke to me. I hope you like what I came up with!

400 Follower Celebration

Smut/NSFW Headcanon: Suitor reacts to MC/reader domming them Suitors: ikepri Clavis, ikesen Mitsuhide, & ikevamp Leonardo NSFW 18+ content below!

Clavis

“Oh? You want to take the lead tonight, little bunny?” CLavis asks when you push him down onto the bed and climb atop him, straddling him.

“Yes, and you’re going to like it.” You answer, feeling emboldened.

Clavis grins. “I am sure I will. Have your way, little bunny.” His hands are reaching for your thighs and you stop him.

“Ah-ah-uh.” You say wagging your finger before pushing his hands away. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”

“Oh? You really do want to take the lead.” He says grinning. “Whatever you say.”

You eye him skeptically for a moment. You can tell he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off of you, especially once you start doing all the things you had planned.  You had to do something about those hands.

The next thing Clavis knew, you had his hands tied to the bedposts. His shirt was unbuttoned and you were straddling him, running your hands over his chest and torso, teasing at the waistline of his pants. “I’m going to have you begging me to ride you and let you cum.”

His breath hitches as he looks up at you. You lean forward and kiss him, grinding yourself against the quickly growing bulge in his pants. You spend the evening teasing him to the brink, only to leave him wanting.

Clavis is a whimpering mess under you. He’s always wanting you anyways, but with you taking control like this…not to mention how sexy you look in the purple silk and lace lingerie you’re wearing…and all of this teasing.

When you finally give him what he wants, taking him inside you and riding him, he’s a complete mess. “You can’t cum until I tell you.” You tell him, as you begin to ride him. After finding your release three times, you finally tell him he’s allowed to cum. 

He cries out your name when he finally cums. He’s panting, his eyes filled with desire and his body coated in sweat. You undo the restraints on his wrists and his arms instantly wrap around you, bringing you close. After that intense session, you know he just wants to be held and loved.

You give him sweet kisses and cuddle him. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh…I did, little bunny…once I recover…I’ll return the favor.”

Mitsuhide…

When Mitsuhide came home and you told him, you wanted to take charge and love on him, he was quite pleased. “Having my little mouse take charge? I can’t think of anything better.”

You grin as soon as he agrees. “You’ll submit to me completely?”

“If that is your desire, little one.” Mitsuhide replies. “What do you have in mind?”

The next thing he knows, you have him tied up and blindfolded, his top half bare. You have a few different things laid out, a feather, a cup of cool water, and a few other items, all of which Mitsuhide saw before you blindfolded him. He was eager to see…rather feel…what you had in store for him.

You started with the feather, running it over the skin of his chest and abs. You watched as his muscles tightened from the tickling sensation. He sucked in a breath as you went particularly low with the feather. “I know I agreed to this, little mouse, but if you’re going to touch me, I’d love it to be with you lovely hands.”

“Hmm…not yet.” You reply, grinning, knowing he can hear it in your voice. You tease him with the feather for a bit longer before grabbing the cup of cool water. “You must be thirsty.” You say, taking the cup to his lips and having him drink a little, but making sure that some spills down his chin.

“Oh, look how messy you are. I’ll just have to clean you up.” You lean in, licking off the water from his chin.

His breath hitches. “Little mouse…”

The next thing he knows, you’re pouring some of the water on his chest and leaning in to lick and suck it off. Slowly you move lower and lower with the water, your tongue tracing over each ab. Mitsuhide’s breathing is heavy. He whimpers when he feels you begin to slowly slide his hakama pants off.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, Mitsuhide.” You tell him before kissing your way down to his freed erection. He’s a mess by the time you take him in your mouth, the silken feel of your tongue gliding along his shaft as your mouth descends until he’s hitting the back of your throat and then up again, driving him close to his release.

You keep going getting him close and then stopping before he can cum. You do this a few times before finally letting him cum, swallowing every drop. Mitsuhide is a trembling, whimpering mess by the time he cums. Your name leaving his lips in a cry of ecstasy. 

When you finally untie him and remove the blindfold, his arms are instantly wrapping around you and pulling you close. He kisses you deeply and the next thing you know, you’re the one being tied up and blindfolded. “LIttle mouse, I hope you’re prepared to receive what you just gave.”

Leonardo

Leonardo cocks an eyebrow at you as you push back when he goes to push you towards the bed. You flip around and the next thing he knows, you’re pushing him down on the bed. “What’s this, cara mia? You feeling bold tonight?”

You nod. “We’re going to do what I want tonight.”

Leonardo grins. “I’ve never heard any complaints from you before.”

You grin. “It’s no complaint. I just want to be the one taking care of you.”

Leonardo is intrigued. “Alright, whatever you say, cara.”

You grin as you push him back on the bed and climb atop him. “Hmm…now where to start?” You mutter to yourself before leaning in to kiss his neck, giving a playful nibble as you do. You can feel his pulse quicken beneath your lips.

“Cara…” He speaks,his breath hitches.

You grin already, pleased that you were getting such reactions from him. You slowly slid your hand down the front of his body, tracing over his pecs and each ab. Leonardo let out a groan, his hands moving to your hips.

You pull back and giving him a chiding smile. “Nah, ah, ah.” You tell him wagging your finger. “You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say so.”

“Oh, Cara, we’re playing this game?” He asks, cocking a brow.

“Yes, we are.” You answer, grinning. “Now, lay back and let me take control.”

Leonardo grins. “Alright, cara mia.”

You continue where you left off before. Kissing and nipping at his flesh, leaving red love bites in your wake as your fingers trace teasingly low over his abs. You continue to tease him, touching him everywhere but where he really wanted to be touched and stopping and pulling away as soon as he tries to touch you.

You have him a groaning, whimpering mess, begging for you to touch him where he really wants, begging to touch you. When you finally give him what he wants, he can’t help but to call your name as he comes undone.

Afterwards, he immediately flips your positions. “Now, cara mia, it’s my turn.” He says giving you a devilish grin before capturing your lips in a heated kiss that is meant to tell you, he’s paying you back for everything you just gave him.

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[pinchofhoney]

hii!!! can i reqyest smth for your letter event?? they can just be some short drabbles and whatnots

O & P for LDW Moon Jo (if it's okay for you), and;

L for LDW Su Yeol ^^

thank youuu

omg, hii!!<33 you're my first lee dong wook request so i'm actually pretty excited!! thank you so much for taking part in my event~~in this post you will find only our charming dentist, and in the next one (i'll tag you there!) will be soo yeol! i hope it's fine with you<3

i know it was suppoused to be a fluff alphabet, but i'm not able to make this character fluffy, i'm so sorry if you're disappointed. i will do better with ryu soo yeol!!

» fluff alphabet event

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o: open when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

When would they start revealing things about themselves? Well, with Seo Moon Jo, it's all a meticulously crafted game. You would think that he's like an open book from which you can read everything, but the truth is that you would only know what Moon Jo would want you to know.

At first, he might share a few innocent anecdotes or trivial details about his life. He'll casually mention his favorite hobbies, work, childhood memories, and even stories from his past relationships. But these initial disclosures are carefully chosen only to make you feel like you're building a genuine connection with him and you wouldn't even know what's the truth and what's a blatant lie.

Moon Jo understands that revealing too much too soon can be overwhelming and might raise suspicions. He definitely prefers to let information trickle out over time, like a strategically leaking faucet. He'll drop hints during conversations, gradually introducing you to his circle of friends, allowing you to feel like you're getting closer to his inner circle and that they're absolutely normal as he is.

As time goes on, he'll begin to share deeper insights, but always with a calculated purpose. He might reveal vulnerable moments from his past, making you sympathize with him and believe that he's opening up. Yet, these confessions are well-orchestrated emotional manipulations that draw you further into his web.

Moon Jo will expertly calculate your reactions, paying close attention to what resonates with you. He'll tailor his disclosures to align with your values and interests, fostering a sense of intimacy and mutual understanding. This slow unveiling of information creates a sense of reciprocity – you might feel compelled to reciprocate by sharing your secrets, unknowingly feeding his thirst for control.

In this intricate dance of revealing and concealing, Moon Jo maintains an upper hand, keeping you invested and engaged while he carefully manages the narrative. He's a master of illusion, knowing that by the time you realize the extent of his manipulation, you're already entangled too deeply to easily escape.

p: patience how easily angered are they?

Oh, Moon Jo is the most patient person you've ever known. At least, that's what he wants you to believe. His outward demeanor is a carefully crafted facade of calm and collected composure. He presents himself as someone who is in complete control of his emotions, rarely showing any signs of irritation or anger.

But beneath this veneer of patience lies calculated manipulation. Moon Jo has mastered the art of concealing his true feelings, especially when he's angry. He understands that openly displaying his anger could disrupt his plans, so he keeps it tightly in check.

When something does manage to trigger his anger, he's unlikely to immediately lash out. Instead, he internalizes it, allowing it to fuel his true intentions. He's skilled at waiting for the opportune moment to use his anger as a tool. He might employ sneaky tactics, engage in passive-aggressive behavior, or withdraw emotionally to steer situations in his desired direction.

Moon Jo's anger is akin to a hidden weapon, carefully kept out of sight until he decides to unleash it for maximum impact. So, while he might appear incredibly patient on the surface, remember that beneath that facade lies a strategic mind that uses his controlled anger as a means to kill.

[thebestofoneshots]

✩ Star also congrats!

personally: pretty open-minded but also stubborn and ngl hold grudges easily. lowkey a ppl pleaser but we don’t talk abt that. my friends say i’m a good friend but can also be distant when needed :) also infp personally type and libra moon and sun and sagittarius rising. i’m also like a extroverted introvert where i love being around friends and ppl who make me happy but also need alone time

appearance: 5’7 almost 5’8 with blondish brownish hair and hazel eyes- mid size? maybe smaller but i’m around 145-150 lbs and have body dysmorphia so lol

things abt me: love music (am a swiftie and love lana and phoebe bridgers), i love cats and harry potter(specifically marauders if u look at my account), i read a lot and hope to be a writer plus i love books. also love baking

my style is like downtown girl w slight indie/hippie vibes.

i def do have a preference (if u look at my account) but yeah i hope that was enough info and tysm <33

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form <3

�� Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with! Congrats Kat, you got 1/3 of the special drabbles.

Ink and Secrets

Prompt: A little of enemies to lovers, where you and Remus, two individuals with a history of conflicts, gradually build a mysterious bond through secret notes on books. Word count: 2.6 k Warnings: None, (a bit of enemies to lovers).

Hey love, I ship you with Moony!

The first thing Remus noticed when he met you was your hair; he thought it looked incredibly soft, and when you sat in front of him in Charms, he couldn't help but pull on it.

"Hey!" You complained, and he just gave you the most charming smile you'd ever seen in your life. So you frowned and turned back to pay attention to class.

Later, during your first week, you got paired with Peter in Potions, and you became close. He introduced you to James, Sirius, and, in the end, Remus. Peter wasn't very good at Potions, nor was James, and Sirius was great if he decided he wanted to pay attention to it, but most of the time he didn't. Therefore, the person Peter was always calling over to your table was Remus. It was always Remus. You were not particularly great at Potions either, but you studied extra hard so Peter would stop calling his damned friend. You did not like Remus butting into your business as much as he did. And you stared daggers at him whenever he came up to your table because of Peter's request. Peter was so oblivious to your quarrel with Remus that he even assumed you had a crush on his friend, so he called him over even more often.

"Stop calling him, will you?" You told him one day in the second year while you worked on a particularly complicated potion.

"But I thought you liked him?"

"Like him? Like hell I'd like Remus Lupin! He's an entitled little pushover, I don't wanna see him."

Peter was so impressed with your words that he was speechless; he genuinely thought you had a thing for each other. So eventually, he stopped calling him, and whenever either of you needed any help, you'd call Lily instead. Sooner or later, the famous Gryffindor group was created, and everyone was friends with each other, everyone except for you and Remus. You still kept your distance.

So much distance between the two, that in fourth year when you discovered there was a person who had borrowed the same books as you had at the library, you started to fall for them, completely oblivious to the fact that "Moony" was actually Remus. You started leaving little notes on the books you found, and he would answer them, always diverted to see your opinion. He decided not to tell you he was Moony because he was scared your little secret text exchanges would disappear. He'd even asked the boys to call him by his nickname when you were around.

When you finally discovered Moony was Remus, it was because of James.

"Hey Moons, you're coming to Kat's party, right?" You pulled your head from the book, wondering who James was talking to; Remus ignored James, trying to maintain his identity a secret, "Moons?" he insisted.

Remus finally threw a warning look at James. "Moons?" You asked, not having noticed, since your head was turned back to the boy in question.

"Yeah, short for Moony."

"You know Moony!?"

"Of course I know Moony, it's Remus!" He answered as a matter of fact. Remus banged his head over the table. You turned to him, feeling like you'd been played with, and stormed out of the common room with a frown.

"What's with her?" James asked, confused.

"You're an idiot mate," Remus responded, sighing and looking to the side.

You ran to the library and picked some of the books you and Moony Remus had exchanged notes in, and you cursed yourself for being so dumb. It was obvious it was him, his slightly sloppy handwriting, the way he drew his "a." Moony was Remus, and Remus was Moony, and you wanted to die for falling for his trick. You were too focused on your despair that you didn't realize when Remus entered the library. You only realized it was him when he pulled back a chair and sat down in front of you and all the books. "Hey!"

"You've come to gloat? You got me, I fell for your prank, congratulations!"

He sighed. "I wasn't trying to prank you."

"Yeah, and elephants fly."

"I'm serious, I... didn't tell you it was me because I thought you'd stop exchanging notes. You're not exactly my fan #1."

"Of course, I'm not Remus, but it's not like me either!"

"I do." He corrected.

"You don't! The first thing you did when you met me was pull on my hair!"

He looked at you in shock. "In... the first year?"

"Of course! You don't remember?" You asked, annoyance growing on you.

"I did it because I thought it was... pretty."

You stared directly into his eyes, trying to find an ounce of a joke; he seemed sincere, but then again, he also seemed sincere when he pretended he was someone else. "Don't ever toy with me again, Lupin!" You told him as you stood up and left the library. But once you were back in your room, you couldn't stop thinking about him. About his pretty hair and his broad back and how beautiful he actually was. You cursed yourself for thinking such a thing. He's the enemy, you tried to remind yourself. But what if Remus is more like your Moony than he is the Remus you had made up in your head?

You had to get your head off of him, so you decided to go to the kitchens and asked the elves to lend you some space to bake something. They did, a small elf named Jayis had even offered to help you, and between the two of you, you ended up baking a cake, cookies, and even a pie. When you were done, you were even more pissed because you had only managed to make yourself think even more of Remus Lupin. You packed the things you had baked in a box and walked out of the kitchens, quickly realizing it had gone dark. You'd lost track of time.

You tried to maintain yourself in the shadows and hid behind a statue when you heard some steps from behind, but Remus found you.

"Hey luv!" He said with a soft smile.

"Remus." you acknowledged.

"Can we talk?"

"No," you said before turning around and attempting to continue walking. He grabbed onto your arm. And you accidentally dropped the packet of food you carried. You quickly leaned down to pick up the stuff you'd dropped, he did the same, your hands brushing against the other as the two reached for a cookie. You turned to him, with a frown. "What are you playing at, Remus?"

"I'm not playing." He affirmed, tightening his hand around yours, "I like you." You stared at him, trying to decide if it was some sort of trap. "I'm still the same Moony you've been talking to through books. You just hadn't seen that side of me because you never gave me the chance. I had no clue you were still hung up about me pulling your hair."

"Well, that was a rude thing to do!"

He ignored your comment and continued "When I figured we were reading the same books, I just couldn't bring myself to talk to you directly; it was easier to talk to you through the books. And you were more than happy to respond to Moony, I…"

"Didn't want it to disappear," you finished, your own feelings perfectly resonating with his feelings. He nodded, and you chuckled lightly. You couldn't believe you'd fallen for Remus Lupin of all people. "At least Moony's handsome; I was scared you'd be someone like Severus."

Remus laughed, but once he caught up with the meaning of your words, he turned to you, asking, "Did you just call me handsome?"

"Please tell me you're not going to be insufferable about it."

He smiled cheekily. "If you kiss me, I'll forget about it." You gasped at his forwardness, and he leaned closer to you. "So?"

You laughed and shook your head, picking up some of the things you'd dropped and placing a quick kiss on his cheek before standing up and running towards the common room. His smile widened as he saw you run, and he stood up, running behind you, a bright smile plastered on his face.

A/N: I hope you liked this little Drabble (came out a lot longer than I had planned, clearly I don't have any sense of self restraint).

Much love, Lilly xx

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[delusionsofgrandeur13]

hello my precious readers. those who sent in requests you are being so so patient and i appreciate it!! i want to give you guys quality in the fulfillment of your requests and with classes starting, it's been hard to do that!! i can promise that i will be getting them done soon. seriously. i love u guys so much ur so endlessly patient w me i adore y'all

have a good week please!!!!! xoxox

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[dark-nymph3t]

I love all of you so much.

Not long ago, we celebrated 200 and 300 hundred followers together, and now we celebrate 400; there are 400 people who decided to follow my silly little blog and like my silly little posts, and this still feels so surreal. I have absolutely no idea how I am how I’m going to be able to thank all of you for sticking around with me for this long. You are all so amazing and I love all of you so much. Thank you.

Thank all of you so much.

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Happy Emmet is Happy! 🌸

[stardust9905]

Well fucccckkkkkkkkk 🫠😍🥵

I’m back again 👀. Last one from me for this fabulous 400 followers celebration!! What aboutttttt Gregor + “I’ll take that bet”?

OK OK OK SO TJ I MADE IT REAL FILTHY I HOPE THAT'S OK. Also, since I am unable to help myself, I put all of my OCs from the 28th Combat Wing in there. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Pairing: Gregor x f!Reader

Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE - slight exhibitionism, fingering, implied PiV, language, Gregor's a menace)

The bass of the music in 79s was damn near deafening when you stepped inside the bar, immediately spotting the magenta and grey paint of the 28th Wing’s armor in their favored booth against the wall. What stood out more was the yellow hatch marked commando armor sitting amongst them. 

Fucking Gregor. Dammit. 

Maker alive, he was infuriating, but you weren’t about to let him ruin your night out. You had to cash out on all of the booze Chuckles owed you at some point, and he was so rarely planetside, your opportunities were limited. But why did it have to be the night that asshole of a commando was also around? 

You’re not sure what exactly about Gregor gets under your skin. Maybe it’s his cocky smirk or his stupid hair or that ridiculous giggle that sounds like an inebriated fathier whinnying. Or maybe it’s the way he seems entirely unbothered by you. No matter what it is, Gregor’s got you figured and loves to dig his finger into that wound whenever he gets the chance. He’s already spotted you from across the room, raising an eyebrow as you start heading in his direction. 

Not tonight, asshole. 

You square your shoulders, swaying your hips a bit more than necessary. None of them have ever seen you out of your mechanic’s jumpsuit, and you’d picked your favorite (and only) dress for the occasion. After all, you deserved a little bit of attention. And maybe a good lay. If you could find one.

Gregor says nothing as he sips his beer, but his eyes never leave you, raking from your toes to your eyebrows as you nudge Chuck and slide into the booth next to him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m saving this seat for some greasy mechanic I owe a few drinks to,” Chuckles teases. 

“Oh, my apologies. Mind if I keep it warm until she gets here?” you joke back, playfully ruffling his mohawk, which is currently a deep purple color. 

Crater rolls his eyes while Stones leans over, whispering that you look very nice, making you duck your head bashfully. Chuck flags down a waiter droid. 

“What’ll it be, Bolts?” he asks, invoking the nickname he’d given you.”Just don’t break my non-existent bank account.” 

“I’ll have a whiskey, please,” you request. Gregor raises an eyebrow again. 

You feel annoyance tighten your chest. “What?” you ask. 

He shrugs. “Just didn’t peg you for the whiskey type.” 

“Oh, do enlighten me as to what type you thought I’d be, Captain.”

“Alright, alright, your seat’s not even warm yet,” Chuck mutters. He leans closer, speaking directly into your ear. “What is your damage with him?” 

You sniff. “Nothin’. I just asked a question.” 

Chuck rolls his eyes before sliding the whiskey in front of you. “Just drink this so you’ve got less of a stick up your ass.” 

It doesn’t take too many whiskeys before you feel yourself start to relax, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. You laugh at Chuckles’s terrible jokes, chat with Crater about the last bolo ball game, and even get Sticks to come out of his shell a bit. The entire time, you notice Gregor’s stealing glances at you, and your confidence grows. 

Let the bastard look.

You lean forward to take another sip of whatever drink Chuckles has ordered for you now. You let your cleavage rest on the table as your tongue wraps around the straw, pulling it between your lips. You glance up in time to see Gregor watching you over the rim of his glass. His eyes are on your breasts, but they quickly flick up to meet your gaze. You roll your eyes at his obvious leering, leaning back into the crook of Chuckles’s shoulder. He seems somewhat surprised, but doesn’t move to pull away. Gregor says nothing, but something in his eyes seems to flare for a moment. 

You’re imagining things. 

As the evening progresses, Crater graciously excuses himself to head back to the barracks and catch up on some reports. As soon as their commanding officer disappears, tongues loosen, and suddenly the conversation turns to romantic encounters. Unfortunately, the boys haven’t spent enough time planetside to rack up anything too salacious, so it isn’t long before you become the target of the conversation. 

“C’mon, Bolts. What’s been your wildest night?” 

“A lady never kisses and tells.”

“Who said anything about kissing?” 

“And since when are you a lady?” You elbow Chuck for that comment, shooting him a glare.

“Oh, come on. There has to have been something that you’d consider memorable.” 

You shrug. “Not lately.” 

“No game or nothing worth writing home about?”

“You guys sure are nosey.” 

“We’ve got to live vicariously through you, Bolts.”

You laugh, growing bolder as the liquor in your stomach warms you. “There was a guy a few weeks back. He did his best, and it was probably better sex than I’d had in a while, but that’s not saying much with the losing streak I’ve had going. Thinking of giving up and just going with the battery-powered lovers from here on out. At least then I get to finish.” 

Stones groans in despair for your lackluster love life and Chuckles cackles loudly. “You sure do know how to pick ‘em, Bolts.” 

You shrug. “It’s been a struggle.”

“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places.” 

Gregor had been quiet for the last little while, but that comment from him draws your attention. And your ire.

“And what would you know about making a woman cum, Captain?” you sneer. 

He grins cheekily. “Plenty.” 

“I bet you couldn’t make a woman orgasm if your life depended on it,” you bite back. 

Gregor swirls his whiskey in the light, watching the legs of the liquid trail down the side of the glass. 

“I’ll take that bet.” 

Your eyes lock onto one another, and for reasons you can’t explain, you feel heat pool between your legs. You adjust in the booth, and while the others are guffawing about something else Chuckles said, Gregor notes the way your thighs rub together. He smirks, and you feel that anger flicker in your chest, along with something else. After another few minutes, you excuse yourself, unsure of where you’re heading.

Just need to get away from him for a minute. 

Your feet carry you towards the back of the bar where it’s dark. You pass plenty of bodies pressed together, panting, sweating, and moaning in the darkness. Suddenly, you feel a hand in the small of your back, pressing you towards one unoccupied corner that’s far from any prying eyes. You whirl to find Gregor smirking down at you. 

“I-I was looking for the ‘freshers,” you mutter. 

“Now love, I don’t think that’s true at all,” he responds. “I think you were looking for trouble.” 

You regain your bearings, scoffing at him as he backs you into the corner. You feel the heat grow between your legs, and you hate how your panties are sticking to you as he pins you against the wall, one arm braced against the wall. You jut your chin out defiantly.

“What do you want, Gregor?” 

“Same thing as you.”

“And what’s that?”

He chuckles before leaning closer to you, his voice raspy in your ear. “To make you cum.” 

You snort indignantly, but your legs are trembling. 

“The question is,” he continues. “How best to make that happen? Are you one of those lovers that wants to be taken roughly, with me buried deep in that sopping cunt of yours while I hold a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet? Or do you need me to build you up more slowly, take my time until you fall apart?” His fingers trail up your thigh, slipping under the fabric of your dress before digging into your skin slightly. He presses forward, slotting a knee between your legs, and your breathing quickens. His eyes are watching you as his fingers find the hem of your panties on your hip, and he twists the string of delicate lace around his fingers. 

“Now this feels like something you were hoping someone would take off of you tonight. That the case, love?” 

You swallow hard. 

“You want me to take these off of you?” 

“No.” 

He pulls his hand away immediately, clearly thinking he’s misread things, but you lock your fingers around his wrist. His eyes find yours in the dim lighting, the question in them apparent.

“I want you to make me cum with them on.” 

His trademark smirk reappears, his fingers slipping back under your dress, drifting between your legs to press your clit through the thin fabric. 

“All worked up just from thinking about me? You’re practically soaked,” he murmurs. 

“You talk a lot,” you mutter. 

He chuckles against your ear. “I think you like when I talk.” His fingers find the hem of your panties between your legs, and you feel him push the lacy fabric aside, tracing through your dripping folds. “I think you like hearing all the ways that I think about fucking you, and trust me, I’ve thought about it a lot.” His first finger finds its way inside you, and you gasp, hitching one leg over his hip as your hands fly to his shoulders to find purchase. Gregor’s watching you as your lips part, your head thunking back against the wall as he slips a second finger inside you. 

“That’s it, love. Let go for me. Let me take care of you.” 

“I really don’t like you,” you try to snap, but it comes out more of a whine. 

He chuckles. “I think you want to dislike me, but that’s becoming more difficult.” 

Your reply dies on your tongue, replaced by a gasp. His fingers are so thick and deliciously calloused. When they finally find that spongy place inside you, you dig your teeth into your lower lip to stifle a moan. He crowds you further against the wall, bearing down on that place inside you. “None of that now. Let me hear you.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“I might let you if you’re nicer,” he teases.

You dig your nails into the back of his neck, and he gasps lightly before he nudges the strap of your dress aside with his nose and bites down on the flesh of your shoulder. You groan out his name. 

“Gregor.” 

“That’s right. You like this, don’t you? Being back here where anyone could see you falling apart on my fingers. You want them to watch, hm? I could call the others over. Have them watch while you finally get what you deserve.” You whimper, clenching around his fingers as he slips a third one in. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You’re filthy, love. Maybe another time. Right now, I want you all to myself.” 

You’re practically riding his palm right now, the man you’ve hated for months, but Maker above, you’re not about to stop. The music is faint enough back in this corner that you can hear the obscene wet noises coming from between your legs. You’re both sweating, foreheads pressed together, panting in each other’s faces. 

“Gregor, I’m close.”

“I know you are, love. Be good for me and soak my hand, yeah?” 

You glare at him with heated eyes, mustering your last bit of defiance. “Make me.” 

He sucks at the place just below your ear. “With pleasure.” With that, he presses against your clit with his thumb, circling slowly with just the perfect amount of pressure. You fly towards the edge and topple over, your vision whiting out as you cum hard. Gregor presses his mouth to yours, swallowing your scream, and you bite down on his bottom lip as you ride out your high. When the aftershocks have finally subsided, you slump against the wall as Gregor pulls his hand from between your legs, and he holds you up, resting his chin on your shoulder as he pants against your skin. 

“I… still don’t like you.” 

He chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that, love.”

When your breathing finally steadies and your legs become usable again, he stands back, watching you as you straighten. You try to recompose yourself, smoothing your hair, and he grins. You roll your eyes at him, and he chuckles, leaning down to whisper in your ear. 

“Looks like I won that bet.” He kisses you on the cheek, which infuriatingly makes your face flush with heat. You glare at him as he turns to leave, but you grab his arm again. 

His expression is puzzled, and you relish in it as you step closer to grip his rock-hard length on the outside of his pants, making him gasp. You whisper directly into his ear, ensuring only he’ll hear. 

“Wait five minutes and then follow me outside. I’ll have a cab waiting.” 

“What for?” 

You kiss him, running your tongue over the inside of his lip before patting his cheek, enjoying the way he groans and the surprised look on his face. 

“Double or nothing. But this time you can't use your fingers.”

Thanks for participating in my 400 Follower Celebration!

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[mockerycrow]

Love your works! May I please get a "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere." with Ghost? Take your time, I love what you write!

400 Follower Celebration

—“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”— With Ghost

Summary: You’re apart of the 141 and Ghost recently had a near-death experience. You’ve been plagued with nightmares about the situation, but you try to hide it from him, feeling selfish about your night terrors. One night, you’re thoroughly convinced Ghost had actually died.

A/N: THANK YOUUU I KEEP BLUSHING ILY AND TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[WARNINGS: vomit, detailed nightmares, panic attack, gore, fake-death, angst, hurt/comfort.]

It was always the same nightmare. It was a repeat of that one mission months ago—nearly a year ago by now, where you and your team went to grab some important intel about a new uprising cartel that was showing some dangerous potential. It was a large compound, four floors including the basement, wide rooms with many blind-spots. Using your rifle equipped with a heat signature sensor, you swept room to room, leading your team through the building, putting anyone down who dared fired a bullet at you or your team.

You turn that familiar corner and your heart sinks. You’ve tried many times to change the course of this dream, but no matter how frantically you try to scream about what is waiting on the other side of that door, your mouth refuses to work until Ghost rumbles out, “I’ll take point.” You try to fight every muscle in your body to stop this, but it’s like the dream freezes until you continue down the.. “right path”. Quite literally is a living fucking hell for you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it except do what it wants you to do.

“Roger.” You mutter, backing up behind Ghost instead of staying in front of him and leading him the others. The others are always blank faced soldiers in this nightmare, but you know who is who. You pat his shoulder, aimming over him as you walk down the hall close together, hugging the wall. You’ve been through this so many times, you know to eye the floor and you watch the moment happen��Ghost steps on a pressure plate and—BOOM.

You’re always forced to watch it in slow motion; the wall being blown open right next to Ghost, watching the debris scatter everywhere, scraping yourself up as well as Ghost. He raises his arm to shield his face from whatever is happening, unable to process in time that a man wielding a sharp combat knife is pulling his arm back and comes down with it.

You watch the way the knife so easily slides into his rib cage, and it’s almost like you could hear it penetrating his lung like it did—but this time, the man rips the knife out and does it again and again and again—this has never happened before—Ghost’s falling to the ground, his blood splattering everywhere, fuck, it’s like the guy is trying to gut him—but you can’t move. You have to sit there and watch this man. plunge a knife in and out of Ghost’s chest until he finally decides to stab him deep and yank downwards, spilling his intestines and stomach—yet, his lifeless eyes keep eye contact the entire time.

Your eyes fly open, dizzy from your heart pounding and unable to focus, you throw the blanket off of you and you make your way out of whatever room you’re in—you’re too freaked out to know. Your chest aches and feels like there’s a hundred tons sitting on your rib cage, restricting your breathing. You keep walking until you bump into something and you manage to focus enough to notice it’s the bathroom door. Your hand shakily grabs the doorknob and opens it, and you already feel the vomit traveling up your throat.

You end up bent over the open toilet, body heaving with every exile of the contents of your stomach, which by this time of night is mostly just bile. Your head is spinning and your hands keep shaking and by this point, you really don’t care how clean this bathroom is. You lean your elbows on the toilet rim and hold your head in your hands, trying your best to stifle a sob, even though all you can smell and feel is his blood on your fingertips. Your tears drip down your cheeks and collect at your chin before dripping off.

You keep one arm on the toilet seat to keep your head propped up and the other goes around your stomach, which is twisting painfully inside of your gut, ripping another sob from you. You gag into the toilet, but you’ve already thrown everything you had inside. Your throat and nose burns from the stomach acid, but it doesn’t compare to the emotional pain of losing Ghost. You just stood there and watched him get gutted—why do you deserve to grieve when you could have prevented it in the first place? Someone killed the Ghost, and you let it fucking happen.

A large hand sprawls across the flat of your back which is accompanied by a low, gritty voice. Whoever it is says something, but you don’t quite hear them. It’s probably Price, trying to comfort you, trying to say there’s one thing you could’ve done to stop it, but you know there was something you could do, anything you could’ve done.

Price calls your name and you go to shove him away, but his hands wrap around your wrists, and the voice is more insistent. You choke on a sob and shake your head, struggling against him until you hear it—his voice. “Fuck, [Name], can you hear me?” Ghost’s voice. It’s his voice.

No. Your mind is playing tricks on you and you won’t fall for it, you won’t let yourself go through this horrendous grief for a second time. You try to curl up into a ball, wanting to grab at your hair or your clothes, just anything but be here. “Look at me.” His hands grab your face and force your face to look at him and..

It’s him. It’s Ghost.

All of your noises stop for a moment as you stare with wide eyes that are full of unfallen tears, eyes full of grief, all for him. Ghost stares back at you with uncharacteristically wide eyes, and you can see the way his hands are slightly trembling—he’s worried about you. Ghost’s eyebrows furrow when he sees your expression of anguish. “Hey—hey, what happened?” Ghost’s voice is so quiet, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he speaks any louder. Your hands come up to his mask and touch it and you burst into a harsh sob again, throwing your arms around him.

Usually, Ghost would hesitate. He would be reluctant to reciprocate such personal touch, such desperation, but he pulls you close into his arms without a second thought. Your hands grab his shirt and you breakdown into his chest, wetting the fabric with your tears. His heart slipped a beat because he’s never seen you like this—has never seen you break down this horribly.

He’d be here when you were ready to talk about it, but for now he’ll stay to hold you until your shoulders stop shaking. Ghost moves to sit on his bottom and you whimper in fear, like he’ll leave. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

[writingwhimsey]

400 Follower Celebration

In the poll you guys voted for HC prompts. And since my last follower celebration was fun, I thought I would do something similar. So I have a list of Fluff HC prompts. Smut/NSFW HC prompts, and crack HC prompts.

Rules: Select a prompt and up to three suitors for the prompt.

Suitor options:

ikesen: all suitors except Kicho (still haven't read his route and I don't feel like I have a grasp on his character)

ikevamp: Comte, Leonardo, Napoleon, Motzart, Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Jean, Vlad, Faust, and Charles

ikepri: Leon, Chev, Clavis, Jin

Prompts

Fluff:

Suitor react to MC/reader telling them she's pregnant

Suitor takes care of sick MC/reader

Suitor reacts to MC/reader making their favorite dish

Suitor plans birthday party for MC/reader

Suitor as dad

Suitor reacts to seeing MC/reader as bride on wedding day

Suitor and MC/reader getting ready for a date together

Suitor and MC/reader cooking together

How suitor would propose

Suitor reacting to MC/reader playing with their hair

Free Space (any other fluffy prompt you would like)

Crack Prompts:

MC/reader makes suitor wear "pregnancy" belly to see what it's like

Suitor reacts to MC/reader pranking them

Suitor pranks MC/reader

Suitor reacts to MC/reader bringing home unusual pets

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's terrible cooking

Free Space (any funny/crack HC you would like)

Smut/NSFW prompt:

Suitor finds MC/reader's "toy"

Suitor reacts to MC/reader in a bikini

Suitor's favorite position

Suitor's kink

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's kink (pick whatever kink you would like)

Suitor reacts to MC/reader domming them

Suitor reacts to MC/reader wanting to be tied up

Suitor reacts to MC/reader asking to be bred

Suitor's reaction to MC/reader teasing them in public

Suitor reacts to MC/reader's fantasy (you pick the fantasy)

Free space (any NSFW HC)

Hope you guys enjoy and we can all have some fun with this! Any questions, just let me know! And seriously, thank you all for your support! I am looking forward to having more fun with you guys!

Taglist and a few others who might be interested: @zulablaise @limonzu @kisara-16 @tele86 @lovely-bubb1es

@otomewonderland @lucyw260 @selenacosmic @bjorkshire-pudding @eventinelysplayground

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 @lettheratsin @atinyliliflower @venulus

@mllorei @fang-and-feather

If I have tagged you and you don't want to be let me know and I'll remove the tag. Just tagging some people who have supported me :)

edited to fix the tagging issue! Thank you to @mllorei for telling me how to fix it!

[pinchofhoney]

@aerayv asked:

hii!!! can i request smth for your letter event?? they can just be some short drabbles and whatnots: o & p for ldw moon jo (if it's okay for you), and; l for ldw su yeol^^

thank youu

hello!! thank you once again for participating in my event!<33 let me know your thoughts on this and previous one short story. i am curious to hear your opinion!!

» fluff alphabet event

» special events masterlist

l: little ones how are they around children?

I'm absolutely convinced that Ryu Soo Yeol possesses this adorable, secret, and totally natural superpower that turns kids into his biggest fans. I feel like whenever he's hanging out with the little ones, it's like he's a walking sunshine generator, spreading warmth and genuine happiness all around. It's like magic – the moment he steps into their world, they just cozy up and feel like they're wrapped in a cuddly blanket of comfort.

Despite his daily run-ins with the bad guys, he's like a big teddy bear when it comes to kids. Seriously, he's got this incredible knack for being the gentlest and most patient buddy for them. He's all ears, totally engrossed in their wildly imaginative, gibberish-filled tales. And the cuteness doesn't stop there – I believe he's like a nodding pro, hitting all the right nodding spots as they weave their fantastical stories.

"Time for a shopping adventure!" exclaimed Soo Yeol with a twinkle in his eye, striding confidently toward the car as his work shift came to the end. You trotted along behind him, your brows slightly knit in curiosity.

"Why the sudden shopping spree?" you asked, with a playful blend of amusement in your tone. "I mean, we practically conquered the grocery aisles just yesterday."

Soo Yeol turned to face you, his expression carrying the weight of a serious mission. "Ah, that was yesterday and yesterday I had no idea your niece, with a craving for chocolate, will come to visit us."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrical declaration. "Chocolate? Is that what this is all about?"

He nodded. "Exactly. Imagine the tragedy if she asks for some and we don't have any. It would be a disaster. I may let my boss down, but not your niece."

As he settled into the car, you shook your head, a fond smile playing on your lips. "You're something else, Soo Yeol."

With a wink and a nod, he declared, "I'm just the ultimate chocolate protector for your niece."

[acatalystrising]

Hey everyone!

Life got super hectic through August, I had a loss in the family, and new responsibilities at work, etc, soooo I have decided to extend this celebration through the end of September so that way I’m able to write plenty of prompts, as well as my other stories I’m working on.

So if you haven’t already sent me an ask, feel free to, and I’ll get to writing for our beloved green tin can man! 💚🖤

400 Followers Celebration!

I never pay attention to my follower count here, as this blog simply exists as an outlet for my Boba obsession, but 400 followers? I’m stunned beyond words, and honored that my writings have been able to impact someone, if even just a little. In celebration, I’m hosting a fun event that will run through the month!

Ask game:

💫 Send me a trope, and I’ll give you a prompt

🔥 One fact you’d like to know about me

🎶 Send me a song, and I’ll write a Boba short inspired by it!

✨ Have a question about something I’ve written? Ask away!

🌿 Send a color you think represents me, and I’ll send you one back!

📕 Send me a favorite quote, and I’ll send you a favorite one of mine!

Bonus Fun:

This part is specifically for my lovely mutuals, aka members of the Church of Boba Fett! You guys are so amazing and deserve all the love! I’m offering two special writing tiers here only, which are listed below.

💚 Tier 1: Want to be featured in a Boba one-shot? I’ll write a personalized short featuring our favorite green tin can man with a scenario of your choosing. (This can be sent directly to you if you don’t want me to post it)

❤️ Tier 2: Have a Boba thot you want to share and have me write? Send it to me and I’ll write a five paragraph story featuring the idea. (These ideas can fit any of my ratings)

Once again, I’m so happy you all are here, and I will continue to write more Boba stories! Thanks for being a part of my writing journey, for there will be much more to come! 💚🖤❤️

Tagging mutuals who may be interested: @daimyosprincess @rexxdjarin @ceapa-mica @hideflen @thirsty-boba-fett-posts @rain-on-kamino @marierg @bobathirstaccount @littlecrowtime

[thebestofoneshots]

Star please! My pronouns are she/her and I am into guys, and am open to poly!marauders!

If you know star signs: I’m a Libra sun, Aries moon, sag rising, Libra mercury, Leo Venus, and libra mars

I’m an intp, 6’1, and I play volleyball. I love listening to music and have a record collection! I’m also a huge film buff :) I’m pretty shy but make friends very easily. People often tell me to speak up but my voice is just not super loud lol. I don’t always like to, but I’m getting better at standing up for myself. My love language varies person to person, but I love physical touch, quality time, and giving gifts.

Thank you so much and congrats on the milestone!! You deserve it all and so much more, you are such a good writer :)

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

I definitely ship you with Sirius and James. However, Sirius was the first one to notice you. It all started during Christmas when you received a package from your Muggle family. It contained yet another record for your collection – the Diamond Dogs deluxe edition by David Bowie. You were instantlly excited by it, and youre excitment could be percived by others.

Sirius, allthought unfamiliar with the album, instantly recognized Bowie on the cover so he approached you with a playful grin, “Hey sweets, you’re in my Transfiguration class, aren’t you?”

You nodded, “You’re Sirius Black.”

He smiled, glad that you recognized him too, and casually sat next to you, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at you. Initially, you found it a bit strange how comfortable he seemed around you, but his relaxed aura eventually put you at ease.

He shared how he had stayed at school during Christmas to help his friend with some tasks, and how he didn’t really want to go home because of his less-than-pleasant family. You told him about your Muggle family and how they believed it was best for you to stay at school to avoid the Death Eaters. You admitted missing your family and being happy to receive a letter from them.

When the conversation grew somber, he skillfully changed the topic and asked about your album. Excitedly, you shared details about your collection and music preferences. He told you about the cassettes he had received from his cousin Andromeda and promised to make you a mixtape someday. He enjoyed making them for his friends. Your bond only strengthened from that point, and Sirius developed a massive crush on you, growing every time he discovered something new about you. He thought you were absolutely magical, and that, without even thinking about the fact that you were quite literally a witch. 

One day, you were in Sirius' room listening to your records since you didn't want to disturb your roommates. James Potter entered, not noticing you both resting on the floor with your backs against the bed. Assuming he was alone, he started humming along to your favorite song. Just as you were about to speak up, Sirius covered your mouth,  a cheeky grin on his face. Soon, James started his own impromptu concert, singing at the top of his lungs. Eventually, he began dancing and spotted both of you, with Sirius' hand still covering your mouth.

"Padfoot!" He said reproachfully. 

You removed Sirius’ hand from your mouth and gave James an apologetic smile “Hey James!” you said quietly “That was great conert.” 

James turned beet red upon realizing you'd seen his performance "How long did you—"

"—The whole thing," Sirius teased.

James was so distressed at that point the only thing you could think to do to ease the tension was to smile at him and say “Wanna join us?” 

You weren’t sure you’d ever seen a shy James Potter in your life, but here he was, nodding quietly and walking to seat beside you. You were sitting in the middle, with the two boys at your side. And you three just grew closer from then, it was like the boys didn’t want to be away from you. 

While in the beginning you thought Sirius was clingy, he had nothing on James Potter. Whenever they were around you, they were close, in a very literal sense. They always had to be touching you somehow, either by brushing shoulder to shoulder, an arm draped over you, or leaning their heads on your shoulders in the Great Hall, especially Sirius, who always complained about having to wake up early for flying. Those touches slowly became something more: kisses on the cheek, holding your hand, a cheeky hand on your thigh, or backhugs. And while they did sometimes fight for your affection, neither of them seemed bothered by the other pulling you onto their lap or snuggling you closer to them.

One day, you were listening to music in the common room and there was no one else around since you had skipped a class to be there. You were leaning against James’ chest while Sirius had his head resting on your lap; he’d asked you to play with his hair. It was often that you cuddled with the two at the same time, and you loved it, but it also confused you. You somehow mustered up the courage to ask, “What are we?”

“We’re Gryffindors,” James replied at the same time that Sirius said something like “The stars of the show.”

You sighed at their answer and motioned for Sirius to sit up with a light pull on his shoulders. “I meant what are we…” you said, emphasizing the last bit by pointing at the three of you.

James and Sirius exchanged a look. They’d had this conversation before, neither of them willing to give you up, so they settled on sharing. They were both okay with it; in fact, they enjoyed cuddling each other too. “Whatever you want us to be, angel,” Sirius answered earnestly, grabbing one of your hands and intertwining your fingers together.

“If you want us to pull away, or one of us to step back away, we’ll respect your wish, but–” James started.

“–Neither of us wants that,” Sirius finished.

You looked at the two of them. “Neither… neither do I.”

BONUS:

The mixtape Sirius made for you: 1. "Space Oddity" by David Bowie 2. "Dream On" by Aerosmith 3. "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin 4. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye 5. "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen 6. "Hotel California" by Eagles 7. "Imagine" by John Lennon 8. "Let's Stay Together" by Al Green 9. "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton 10. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen

A/N: Hope you like this lil thing I made for you sweets, it got out of hand, as always, but I kind of absolutely adore the result, our boys are so adorbale, it's almost impossible to handle ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Sending you great vibes, Lilly xxx

MASTERLIST

[diamonddaze01]

us, again

pairing: ljh x reader genre: angst, vaguely hurt comfort? | wc: 1.3k warnings: none | rating: pg a/n: for my 400 follower celebration -> @strxwberry-skiess requested lyrics lab + “until the day we sing together again, my path to you will never end” (us again) // love you rachel, i hope you enjoy!

Jihoon stood frozen at the door of your apartment, his hand lingering on the doorknob, as if somehow he could will the moment to freeze in place. The warmth of the room, which had once been his sanctuary, now felt unfamiliar, too quiet, too still. You had said you needed space, that you both needed time to sort things out, and in his heart, Jihoon had convinced himself that it was just a temporary pause. He could understand it, after all—relationships were complicated, messy even. He had always been a man of logic, of clear thoughts and precise decisions, but now, with your quiet voice echoing the words that seemed so final, his certainty was unraveling, thread by thread.

The apartment felt too small now, the walls pressing in on him as he stood in the space that used to feel like home. Everything was the same—your favorite blanket tossed on the couch, the cup of coffee you never finished on the counter, the books stacked neatly on the shelf. Yet nothing felt the same. The silence between you both had weight, like a third presence in the room, and Jihoon could feel it crushing him, suffocating him in a way that no amount of air could fix.

He didn’t want to turn the handle. He didn’t want to leave, not when everything inside of him screamed that staying was the only thing that made sense. But here you were, standing a few feet away, arms folded tightly across your chest, avoiding his gaze. His heart ached at the sight of you like that—distant, guarded, yet so painfully vulnerable. Jihoon wanted to reach out, to pull you into his arms and remind you of the quiet moments that had made up the rhythm of your life together. But he knew better. He knew that if he pushed too hard, you’d only pull away further.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the hum of the refrigerator. He was trying to convince both of you, but the words felt like a lie. He wasn’t sure what he meant by them, but it was the only thing he could think to say. The last thing he wanted was for you to think that you were losing him, that somehow this—this break—meant the end.

But you didn’t answer him right away. You just stood there, arms still crossed, eyes downcast as if contemplating something too painful to voice. Jihoon hated that he couldn’t read your expression, hated how far you seemed to be from him, even though he was standing right in front of you.

“I don’t want this to be the end,” you said finally, your voice small, fragile, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. The words were a whisper, but they carried the weight of a thousand unspoken fears. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, but it was only for a brief moment before you looked away again, as if you couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in his face.

“I just… I need to figure things out,” you continued, your voice steady now, but there was a crack in it—something Jihoon couldn’t ignore. “I need time, Jihoon. I think we both do.”

The ache in Jihoon’s chest deepened at the sound of your words. He had always thought he understood you, that you both had something unspoken, a connection so strong that it could weather anything. But this… this felt like something he hadn’t prepared for. It felt like an earthquake, a tremor in the foundation of everything they had built, and he didn’t know how to stop the aftershocks from tearing them both apart.

His throat felt tight, constricted by an emotion he couldn’t put into words. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly, betraying the uncertainty he felt. He had to ask, even if he was terrified of the answer.

You nodded, but it was the smallest movement, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. Jihoon felt something shift in the pit of his stomach—something heavy, like the beginning of a storm. He wanted to reach out to you, to make you understand that he would do anything, anything at all, to make this work. But how could he when you were so determined to step back?

“I’m not going to lose you, am I?” Jihoon whispered, his words barely audible, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear your reply. He didn’t know what it was—desperation, fear, or the quiet realization that you might not be there when he turned around—but it hit him all at once.

You looked at him then, and it was the kind of look that broke him. Not with anger or frustration, but with the quiet understanding that this was something you both had to go through. Something that wasn’t his fault, but was still a result of everything you’d been through. You stepped closer to him, close enough that Jihoon could smell the faint trace of your perfume, the soft scent of your skin, the little things that made you, you.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not really,” you said, and this time, there was a steadiness to your voice that made Jihoon’s heart twist. “But we have to take a step back, Jihoon. We need to figure out who we are outside of this… outside of us. I need to find myself again, and I think you do too.”

Jihoon closed his eyes at the words, as if shutting them out would make it less real. He wanted to scream that you didn’t need to do this, that he was here, ready and waiting to help you find yourself, to find your way back to him. But the words never came. He couldn’t force you to stay. He couldn’t make this decision for you, no matter how much it tore at him.

When he opened his eyes again, you were standing there, close enough that he could feel the heat of your body, but still not close enough to erase the distance that had quietly grown between you both. Your fingers brushed against his arm, a fleeting touch, and for a moment, Jihoon thought it might be enough to make everything go back to the way it had been before. But you didn’t say anything else. The touch was gentle, tender, but so final in its own way.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated, this time more for yourself than for him, as if reminding yourself that this wasn’t goodbye.

Jihoon nodded slowly, his lips parting but no words coming out. He wanted to say something, anything, to keep you close, to hold onto the love that had once felt so easy. But instead, all he could do was whisper, “Until the day we find our way back.”

You didn’t reply right away, but Jihoon saw the way your eyes softened, the way the lines of tension in your face began to fade, if only just for a moment. It wasn’t an answer, not the kind he wanted, but it was enough for now.

He turned slowly, opening the door with a soft click, the cool air of the hallway rushing in. But as he stepped out, as the door closed behind him with a quiet thud, Jihoon didn’t feel like he was leaving you behind. Not completely. Not yet.

The path between you two hadn’t ended. It was just… paused. And no matter how long it took, no matter how far apart you both might grow in this time apart, Jihoon knew—his path to you would never end.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

"I don't think I would be who I am without you."

A very short FluffyNight drabble to celebrate reaching 350 followers! This was briefly skimmed through & written in one sitting! Happy reading!

"I don't think I would be who I am without you."

The statement catches Ccino off guard, suddenly hearing Nightmare's voice in the previously quiet café, & it causes him to look at Nightmare. He waits for him to continue speaking, but apparently that was all Nightmare planned to say.

"Is that a bad thing?" Ccino prompts the other, setting down the rag he had been using to wipe down the counter & turning to fully face Nightmare.

Nightmare doesn't respond for a while, just staring at the cup in his hands. Ccino is about to repeat his question when Nightmare interrupts him.

"I don't know." Nightmare practically sighs as his sockets close, hands clenching around the cup just enough to be noticable. After a few more moments, he opens his sockets again & glances over at Ccino. "But I don't think so."

Ccino stands still for a minute & processes what the other said, smiling softly as he picks the rag back up to continue his cleaning.

"I'm glad I could be here for you, then."

[coffeeandbatboys]

It's that time again...

***All Characters Will Be Clone troopers totally did not forget to put that

My OC Helena has decided to host my 400 follower celebration at Midnight Oil, her caf shop on triple zero. She'll be handling the matchups while I write headcanons for those that request. This event will run until July 1st (unless otherwise stated)

What I won't do: nsfw, male reader (at least for headcanons), cloneshipping.

What I will do: Fem or GN reader, pregnancy, spicy to a point, injuries and family issues

Transcript and tags under the cut

Matchups: Tell me a little bit about yourself and I’ll match you with a trooper! Likes and dislikes, relevant physical details (that you’re comfortable with sharing) and personality description are a good place to start.

Headcanons: Request headcanons for a certain trooper (or a few, if you do so wish) and I’ll write them out for you

Rules:

One request per menu item per person. (aka, You may ask for one headcanon and one matchup)

Anons will be on but please @ yourself

Please, only request if you plan to reblog the answer

I reserve the right to discard any asks that do not follow these rules

tagging:

@moonlightwarriorqueen @sunshinesdaydream @ladyzirkonia @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal

@sev-on-kamino @eternal-transcience @techs-stitches @sees-writes @the-bad-batch-baroness

@lightwise @trixie2023 @ulchabhangorm @masterjedilenaaa @eyeluvmusic21 @523rdrebel

@l0nesome-dreams @arcsimper5 @orbitalmirror @deewithani @cloneloverrrrr

@freesia-writes @the-bad-batch-baroness @anxiouspineapple99

[the-ellia-west]

wooOKAY

I am... Shocked, more than a little confused, and incredibly Greatful

Thank you all so much for 400 followers

(Jeez, when did it go to 420?)

Anywayyyyy

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK ME FOR SOMETHING ON ONE OF THESE LISTS (Do several if you want)

FOLLOWERS

On request I will draw a little guy of your Ocs, however many you want from 1-5 (It'll be bad)

I will give you my best guess as to one of your anons if you have any

I will give you 3 images that represent your vibe in your ask box

I will recommend a book for you to read

I will put a joke, or several in your ask box

Or I'll give you a personalized Writing guidance session based on what I know

MOOTS

Everything in followers Plus this:

On request I will improv something of your choice, maybe a summary of a WIP, Character, Or anything else

I will give you a song I think represents you

I will send you a specialized sneak peek into TCOT if you want

I will make you a collage for a character

If ten of you band together to ask for it, I will redo my conspiracy board

Free-write a short story based on a prompt you give me

I will make you a shitty slideshow

I will write out a whole scene for a WIP of your choice, with a mood of your choice

And I will make a personalized writing tips/WIP info post of anything (SFW) you ask for

Please pop your requests in my inbox, reblogs, or replies

And I'm always open for a conversation!!!!!1

GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE AND MAKE SURE TO DRINK LOTS OF WATER

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@sunflowerrosy @kia-is-poisoned @rivenantiqnerd @aesthetic-writer18 @ryahisbored

@nkikio @somethingclevermahogony @mjparkerwriting @sl-vega @darkandstormydolls

@agirlandherquill @mr-orion @alnaperera @fantasy-things-and-such @ajgrey9647

@aalinaaaaaa @cybercelestian @danielleitloudernow @illarian-rambling @idunnobutliaiscool

@jeremy-no @fandom-pits-dweller @katwritesshit @smudged-red-ink @sunnyjustice

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@attemptingwriter @purplehandshumanfeelings @bluberimufim @artsandstoriesandstuff

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