#anon i'm so sorry i put all this on ur ask but it was like an Opening for me to explain so
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As a big sibling with a lil sib with epilepsy, when they read TBC they Honestly thought if they got struck with lightning reciting the lord's prayer they'd be cured like Shadowsight is from their epilepsy. I had a discussion with them on how that's not how it works, but ge was so upset they took it away from Shadowsight that he hasn't picked the books back up and has stated that 'he hopes Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.,'
I do not even know how to respond to this besides saying that your little sibling is 100% right to be pissed and I now also hope Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.
#Legit I did not know that Shadow's epilepsy being taken away was so deeply upsetting to SO MANY people#I put it back because putting it back was just the right thing to do (even asked the small following I had at the time what type to portray#(they picked the full tonic-clonics. I would have just done localized or absence if they'd asked me to)#And I did all that research for one single anon who asked for an epilepsy herb guide#So holy cow I didn't know that SO MANY people were snubbed and upset by canon's choice to do that. I'm so sorry#Your little sib isn't missing anything btw they do just go on to confirm that Shadow no longer has seizures.#In book 4 of TBC they say that it was all Ash all along and that's what they've stuck with into ASC#I'm sitting on an essay about... That plot thread. The Ashfur Grooming one#But it's in my drafts because I was a bit afraid of controversy#because i think it was written poorly. Even on top of Book 4's pivot to retcon away Shadow's seizures#I know a lot of people like and are invested in the grooming subplot of TBC. But. I think it was executed AWFULLY#and its really telling that THIS is the plot they tout as grooming *by name* in-canon.--#--and that Shadow has to 'pay' for what he 'did' in some way as if there was ever a choice in the books they wrote--#--But seemingly didn't even seem to clock that what was happening in Spotted's H was grooming until there was intense backlash#and a big part of my contention is the way that Book 4 suddenly tries to retcon that Shadow was groomed from the time he was a child#when it was actually part of book 1 that Shadow was able to personally tell the difference between a real vision and Ash's suggestions--#--BECAUSE he didn't have an accompanying seizure#So like... just know it's also NOT just 'you' if you connected to the character that was epileptic. It WAS there. It was a BIG part of him#Book 4 retconned it so that his epilepsy was part of a long scheme when before that point it was part of him#''ohh ur destiny is to see into the shadows'' BULL SHIT!!#bone babble
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hey. hope this message doesn't bother you. I love you. I love your work. you are one of my favorite fic authors, I am absolutely obsessed with everything you write. reread everything ten times over, drarry or not, fluffy or angsty - even when it absolutely shatters my heart (e.g. for lack of wanting, SUCH a great fic btw i'm so obsessed with it). the four doors? life changing. two to lie and one to listen? engraved into my brain for eternity. what's mine is yours? what a ride holy shit, im VERY normal about it. wrapped? my comfort read. and so it goes.
if I could aggressively smother you with kudos and love I WOULD!!!
awhile ago you said that there's no such thing as "big deals" in fandom and I 100% agree but at the same time you are a big deal TO ME!!! not in the sense of any kind of hierarchy but purely based on the fact that I think you are such a cool person and your writing is amazing and poignant and your presence in fandom makes it so much better. it's been a pleasure following you here on tumblr and just reading your tags and posts.
idk I just think you rule. that's it. thank you for hanging with us. MWAH đ
ahhhh anon sorry for leaving this message sitting in my inbox for a couple of days but !! i have zero idea how to react to this!! you're so kind!! thank you!! please discard any and all inclinations u have that i am a cool person bc i can assure you i am NOT!!
#tumblr tag essay time? tumblr tag essay time#why can't i do this in the main body of a post u ask? pure obnoxiousness ig idk#scarier when it's not greyed out and in a little whisper innit#1) anon i love and appreciate you + your kind words so so much but i rly cannot stress enough that literally nobody here is a big deal đ#like i know u don't mean it in That Way but even so!!!#this is a hill i could write another 1k words about before i die on it again but i will spare u đ
#2) ur also v v kind to say the thing abt my presence in fandom#but unfortunately i'm coming to terms with the fact that my presence in fandom is v much on the sidelines#a non-presence#i'm embracing my role as the crotchety old hag who does not attend the functions#i have a hut in the woods and u can find me there (here in tumblr tags) muttering to myself#occasionally i'll wander into the town square (ao3) and present an unnerving thing i made from mud and twigs (a fic) and then i'll fuck off#that's about all i can handle in terms of group settings i think đ
#but the door to my hut (my DMs) is always open if u want to stop by!#3) i can't even begin to acknowledge all the nice things u said about my fics kjhsdf you are truly too generous đ#let me smother YOU with love!!! cmere!!!#4) this is the second nice anon message i've had in the last couple weeks which is !!!!#anon(s) i'm kissing you wherever u consent to be kissed!!!#but ofc now i'm paranoid ppl will think i'm sending these to myself skdljf#can't stress enough how open my DMs are on here/twt/discord if ever u wanna chat in a way that i don't have to post publicly to reply to đ
#5) i'm soooo sorry about these tags#could have just said âthanks!â couldn't i#please put me right in the bin#anyway sorry again thank you again ilu very much â€ïž
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hihihi! sylus girlie here. as a college student i often never take breaks whenever im working and often stay up late finishing up assignments. then i stress out but never tell anyone and suffer in silence:â) i was wondering if you could do something similar with sylus x mc where mc often forgets to take breaks at the hunters association and is always the first the volunteer for missions so she could improve.
but then itâs starting to take a toll on her and is so so stressed, but feels bad about venting to someone or saying no to new missions.
maybe one day sheâs doing a simple task like cooking herself dinner (or something) but accidentally burns herself and she just ends up breaking down and decides to call sylus and he immediately goes to her. :â)
feel free to decline or change anything! i just like the thought of someone comforting u when ur overworked and stressed bc i wish someone would do that to me lol.
Fast-tracked this one for you, anon! I'm really sorry you're having a tough time right now, and I hope this brings you a bit of comfort- remember, Sylus would want you to take care of yourself! Good luck with all your studies, and feel free to send in another request if ever you need it! đ„°
Technical Difficulties
Sylus x Reader đ©ž
Summary: You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.
Genre: fluff + comfort ft. a very domestic Sylus!
Warnings/Additional tags: stressed reader (has a lil bit of a breakdown!), some swearing, uses of 'kitten' and 'sweetie', Sylus is so soft here he should come with a health warning tbh
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In the event of a wanderer incursion where evacuation of citizens is obstructed or otherwise not viable, association protocol 32.3-A dictates that you should first⊠That you should first⊠What?
Your pen is poised above the blank space where your answer should be. 32.3-A is a general procedure: something to do moving people to the nearest shelter. Or, waitâ are you supposed to try to contact support, first?
You drop your pen with a huff and flop face-down onto the mock exam. Itâs too much. Too much information, too much responsibility. Open textbooks are spread over your desk and around your head like an unholy haloâ stacks of them, filled with codes and procedures. Theyâre supposed to be helpful, but theyâre not; theyâre drowning you.
Your phone pings and you glance up. Text from Tara:
Hi! Hate to be a bother, but did you finish glancing over that practice question for me? xx
Shit. Youâd completely forgotten. You straighten, reaching for your laptop so you can load up your latest emails. Youâve got time to look over it; the exam isnât for another two days. Breathe, ok? You have time.
Seven unread emails. What? You scan over them frantically. Two from the Captain: accepting additional mission requests youâd applied for. Were those both this week? One from Nero: you hadnât sent in that finished report. Three from your colleagues, all scrambling for help with the exam. One from Tara:
Thanks for saying youâd look over this for me! Youâre the best at this stuff!
Ok, so: Taraâs practice question. Neroâs report. Your own practice questions. Then⊠dinner? Maybe that should come first. Youâd skipped lunchâ had one slice of toast for breakfast. But you donât wanna cook; cooking takes time, and youâve got none. None.
Your phone is ringing, snapping you back to reality, and you peek over at it. Sylus?
âHi,â you greet as you put him on speaker. On your laptop, youâre opening up Taraâs attachment.
âAre you free tomorrow?â
Always straight to the point. âUh⊠yeah?â you frown as you read through your friendâs work. âWhy? What dâyou need?â
Sylus sighs through the phone. âThat was a test, sweetie. You failed.â
âYeah, wellâŠâ you murmur, highlighting a sentence with your cursor. âAdd it to the list.â
The man doesnât find that funny. The phone is quietâ too quiet. âAre you alright?â he asks, just as your gaze wanders to check if the call has disconnected.
âMmhmm.â
âReally?â
âYeah, Sylus.â
You stare down at your phone. Heâs waiting for more, but you wonât give it to him. Youâre one word away from slipping, and you canât let the dam crumble, especially in front of him. Heâs smiling from the phone call background: a photo he insisted would âruinâ his image when you took it last week. Â
âI need to go, ok?â Your eyes are shining.
âOk,â he says softly.
Thereâs a bleep as the call cuts out, and the photo is gone. Waiting beneath it is another text from Tara, and one from Xavier: Nero told me to txt U bout a report??
You swallow the ache in your throat and slump down on your desk again.
âŠ
You wake up with a start, your head ringing. The tangerine sky outside your windowâs turned darkâ your laptop, tooâ and light spills from your desk lamp, yellow on white pages. Thereâs more, and you turn, tracing it back to where it leaks through the crack of your almost closed bedroom door.
You hadnât left any lights on in your flat. You hadnât switched on your lamp, either.
Tiredness is dulling your thoughts and your senses, but you know you feel uneasy. Thereâs something in the air: smoky, but not unpleasant. You can hear something as well. Noâ two things. A faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and a more obvious humming.
Hunter instincts kick in. You roll open a drawer of your desk, snatching up one of your standard-issue pistols and removing its safety with a click. You stalk up to the door, your trained footsteps near silent. You take a deep breath, clearing your head. One. Two.
Three! You shoulder the door open, leaping through with your gun trained forwards.
At the other end of your sights, Sylus turns, an eyebrow raised. Your kitchen stove seethes behind him, and he gives you a once over as he sluggishly raises both hands. âYou flatter me, kitten,â he smirks in surrender, looking between your weapon and his: a spatula.
You lower your gun, your heart still racing. âI could have killed you, Sylus!â
âThatâs the spirit.â His hands drop, too.
âHow did you even get in here?â
Heâs turned back to the stove, and heâs using the spatula to push something around a frying pan. âHmmâŠâ he muses, then blinkâ heâs gone. Heâs at your fridge a second later, materialising from thin air. âI wonder,â he finishes as he reaches around for something.
Show off. âYou know how I feel about you teleporâŠâ No. âPhasâŠâ No. âMagicâŠkingâŠ?â By now heâs watching you over his shoulder. âYou knowâ that thing you do.â Youâre twinkling your fingers. âWhat do you even call that?â
âMagicking, yeah.â
You huff in response and he laughs, walking back over to where heâs cooking two steaks and preparing a salad. Youâre still coming to terms with the fact heâs even here, looking... quite frankly ridiculous, because heâs wearing your apron. Itâs too small for him. Baby pink. Frilly, too.
âYou know how I feel about you magicking into my home,â you mutter distractedly, because actually? Heâs kinda pulling it off. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, tight on his arms. âUse the door like a regular person, you psychopath.â Â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â He sounds smug. Ugh, he must feel your eyes on him; he must know. You think heâs toying with the idea of calling you out, but he doesnât, and when he does speak, the smugness is gone. âMephisto saw you were sleeping. I didnât wish to disturb you. You sounded⊠tired. On the phone.â
Guilt twinges in your chest as you draw up beside him. âIs that why youâre here? Playing housewife?â You pick at a frill on the apron.
âPoke fun all you want,â he sneers. âThis shirt costs more than your entire wardrobe.â
âSnob.â
âHa.â You have to retract your hand as he threatens it with the spatula. âWatch yourself, sweetie. Iâll remember that the next time you ask to âborrowâ my card.â
You laugh gently. Now thatâs a threat. Youâre about to tell him so when you hear a ping from the other room, and your heart sinks. Just a single sound, and youâre back to where you were an hour ago, at your desk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you excuse yourself and hurry back to your workspace, snatching up your phone. You missed three calls while you sleeping: all from Xavier. Heâs been texting you, too.
Neroâs yelling at me
Wants to talk to U
Can U pick up? Pls?
Itâs one report, for godsâ sake. You feel your chest tightening again. You just needed to proofread it, but itâs probably fine, right? You wake your laptop out of standby; youâll just send it as it is. âIâll just be a minute, Sy,â you call out. âNeed to finish one thing.â
He mumbles something in response, and you imagine itâs for the best you canât hear it. Your keyboard clacks as you tap out a quick email to Nero, then you surf your files for the report he so desperately wanted. It should be⊠here. You attach it. Hit send.
Nothing happens.
Huh. You hit send again. Then againâ still nothing. You groan, trying to back out of the email. None of your keys are working. Your cursor is stuck. âOh, come on,â you release on an impatient breath. Switch it off, switch it on again? You hit the off button. The screen goes black.
With a sigh of relief, you wait a moment before switching it on again. The screen stays black.
âNo, no, no, no,â you plead quietly, but it doesnât cooperate. Your phone rings and you snap, hitting more buttons: Answer. Speaker. âWhat?â you hiss.
âWhoa. HiâŠ?â Xavierâs voice is cautious. âI donât know if you saw my texts, but Neroââ
âThe report, Xavier! I know! I know!â You try holding down your laptopâs power button. âIâm trying to send it, but my shitty computer wonâtââ
âNo way!â Taraâs voice comes in on the other line; did they both get the night shift? âHey you! Did you get a chance toââ
âNo, ok?!â you practically cry out. âNo! Can you two just back off? Please!â
âOh, sorry, IâŠâ Tara sounds upset, then distracted. âWait, Xavier wants to speak to you.â
âAre you ok?â he asks after a second.
Ok? You just want everything to stop. âIâm fine. Shit, tell Tara Iâm sorry. I am sorry, Xavier, I just⊠I just need my laptop toâŠâ
Work. Work! Nothingâs working. Half of your files are on there. How much of it is backed-up? Panic is setting in, gripping your body like ice. Your throat hurts and your mouth is dry, the dam is breaking and you canât stop it. Tears prick at your eyes as you blink at the blank, hopeless screen. Your reflection stares back at you.
You let out a sob, expelling days of frustration and exhaustion. Everywhere you look thereâs something you need to do, something you need to learn, something you need to finish. You canât. You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your own cries.
Xavier is speakingâ saying something over the phoneâ but you canât hear him.
The light changes, and thereâs a figure above you, lifting the phone from the desk. âTheyâll call you back,â the shadow says. Sylus.
âWait, who is this?â Xavier.
âThatâs Skye!â Tara.
Your friendsâ distant voices cut out as Sylus ends the call. He sets the phone down again, nudging your laptop out of view, then lowers himself until all you can see is him: his red eyes, softer than youâve ever seen them. âCome on, sweetie,â he coaxes, guiding your hands over his shoulders.
You understand what heâs asking of you. His arms wrap around you and you hold him tighter, letting him lift you out of your chair. He feels warm, his skin ever so slightly flushed from where heâs been standing over the stove, and he pulls your legs around his waist, letting him carry you with ease.
With your face buried in his shoulder, you canât tell where heâs taking you, and you donât care. His shirt is going damp against your cheeks. You want to stop crying, but you canât with the taste of your tears on your lips. You feel weak. You feel pathetic.
Something solid is behind you, and Sylus is setting you slowly down on the kitchen counter. Heâs away from you for a momentâ moving the frying pan off of the heat and turning a dial on the stoveâ but then heâs back, standing between your legs, standing close. Youâre looking down until his hand is under your chin, lifting it with the delicate touch one employs when inspecting a flower that might break.
He shushes you without a hint of impatience. âLook at me,â he directs quietly, and when you do, he unrolls his shirtsleevesâ drawing the cuffs over his hands so he can use them to wipe your eyes. âNow tell me whatâs wrong.â
You doâ you tell him everything. The hunterâs exam. The textbooks. The extra patrols youâve been signing up for. The work youâve been doing for your friends. The stupid report. The even more stupid computer.
Sylus listens collectedly, nodding his head and issuing the odd hum of understanding. He listens to all of it, and when youâre done, he pushes your hair back from your face with a sympathetic sigh. âOh, sweetie.â A tendril is tucked behind your ear. âYou should have said something.â
âI know.â Your gaze is still shy of his. âBut how can I? I need to do thisâ be thisâ for everyone.â
His hands are on your cheeks again, drawing back your focus. âYouâre just one person,â he says. âYouâ just youâ and thatâs all you need to be. Youâre stubborn, and strong, but youâre not invincible. Even Linkonâs shiniest hunter is allowed to have limits. Everyone does.â
âEven you?â you snivel, setting him up for a quip. Â
Nothing. He smiles. Shrugs. âEven me.â
Itâs hard to believe when heâs staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except⊠his hair is slightly dishevelled from where heâs been working away in the heat. Thereâs a damp patch on his shirt. Heâs wearing your pink apron, and thereâs mascara on his sleeves.
Then thereâs the way heâs looking at you.
It shifts when you finally look back. He drops his hands from your face and pulls back a little. âYou do a lot for your friends,â he continues with confidence, but heâs rubbing his neck, âand they care about you. You should afford them the chance to return the favour. Itâs only fair.â
âYouâre right.â
ââŠGood.â
Perhaps itâs the fact youâve vaguely composed yourselfâ or the way youâre watching him like youâre seeing something newâ but he straightens self-consciously, rolling his shirtsleeves back up as his eyes go sharp: assuming their usual severity.
âYouâre too soft, kitten,â he scolds, reaching out to tousle your hair until youâre glaring daggers from behind a curtain of it. âHow many times do I have to tell you? You put yourself first. Always. No-one else matters.â
Thereâs quiet for all of a second. He canât help correcting: âWell, except me, of course.â The apronâs crooked, and he flattens it with a brush of his hands. âAny time spent with me qualifies as self-care. You really should know that by now, sweetie.â
Your mouth curls, but you havenât quite got it in you to laughâ not yet. Stretching his neck with two sideways tips of his head, Sylus returns to his post at the oven, where the meal heâs cooking has almost certainly gone cold. You watch as the stove flickers back to life. The man is humming again, and though the food might yet be salvaged, whatever melody heâs attempting is long-past recognition, let alone saving.
You chuckle to yourself.
And you canât see it, but Sylus is smiling, too.
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Hello:))) been reading ur newt hcs and absolutely adored them YOU WRITE HIM SO SWEET. But i was wondering if you would do newt cuddling hcs with a f!reader please? (I havenât requested for you before so if this isn't the type of thing you do just delete this lol)
thanks<3
hello anon!! i'm happy you like those!! i think that newt is the type of person that treats their s/o gentle !! i hope you like this:))))
Newt who can't keep his hands to himself when you're both cuddling. Newt who would pull you into his chest with your back against him so he can kiss your neck. Newt who would put his arm around your waist just to touch you. Newt who would be crazy and rambles whenever he sees you wear his shirts to cuddle or sleep (and when you ask him why, he says "you look hot- i mean beautiful, wait i didn't mean it like your not hot, cause you are hot, i mean- your hot- wait that's not the point- but you look bloody amazing with my shirt"). Newt who can't sleep without you in his arms. Newt who would be very clingy and glued to you when both of you are alone (he's starved for your attention and affection). Newt who doesn't have a 'favourite cuddle position' but he loves it so much when you rest your head on his chest and just lay there. Newt who runs his fingers through your hair and leave a bunch of kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance. Newt who sometimes wander his hands underneath your shirt (with consent of course) and he just trace circles all over your skin. Newt who sometimes would just lay in your arms tiredly because heâs exhaused from doing all work, helping around the glade, and having many meetings with Alby and the runners(he's a busy man). Newt who would smell a little more earthy when you guys are cuddling before shower. Newt who prefers to cuddle after shower because he thinks you'll like him more if he smells 'sweet like a candy' when you're both cuddling (he used your soap and shampoo because he said it made him "smell like sweets and vanilla" lol ). Newt who would sleep with you with hardly any space between each other. Newt who loves it when you bury your face in his neck and when you play with his hair. Newt who will always pull you back onto the bed and back into his arms if you try to leave or stop cuddling. ("Newt we have to get up! Alby will be mad at us-" "2 more minutes, please love? i'm sure Alby will be fine without me" "Newt, you said that 20 minutes ago."). Newt who doesn't mind being a big spoon or the little spoon when you're both cuddling. Newt who likes it when his arms are securely around your waist & his face in your hair when he's being the big spoon. Newt's arms will be the place you wake up every morning. Newt who would ask if he can play with your hair every time you're both cuddling (he wants to make sure you're giving him consent even tho you've reassured him that he doesn't need to ask that). Newt who would randomly compliment you when your almost asleep ("your so beautiful. like really bloody beautiful, love"). Newt who would sometimes talk in his sleeps because he gets nightmares when he's cuddling you ("please stay, please. don't go. stay with me." "i'm not going anywhere love"). Newt who would easily get sleepy when you run your hands through his hair. Newt who would fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up only to ask if you're okay, if he made you uncomfortable, and why didnât you wake him up in his raspy sleepy voice. Newt who would have a staring contest with you and then make stupid faces so you laugh and he wins the contest (later on he tease you about it). Newt who would stay up with you and just have deep conversations as you both cuddle when you can't sleep ("why do people has to lose the person they love first, to realize they're bloody value and worth? doesn't make sense, what do you think?").
I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY MAKING THIS, IT TURNED OUT SO LONGGGG. I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG FOR YOU
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since it's currently flooding where i live, i'm gonna request firefighter!marauders or emt!marauders (whatever works) saving reader who is trapped in her house with the flood being past the chest or something
andddddd reader has asthma, if ur okay with that? (i have terrible asthma and it's so so annoying honestly)
anyway, thank you for writing all of these fics of yours! they are all so amazing!!!
(also, can i be đŒ anon?)
Hi lovely, thanks for letting me do just James for this! And ofc you can be that anon <3
cw: water rescue, asthma attack, I did do research but I feel like this canât be accurate so sorry about that
firefighter!James x fem!reader ⥠589 words
You wait until you hear the boat motors getting close again before you start to crawl out the window.Â
âThere!â you hear someone shout, and you nearly collapse with the relief of not having to use your air to call out. The boat rumbles closer, and then a fireman with sweetheart eyes and a mop of curly hair crushing out from beneath his helmet is reaching for you with both hands.Â
âHi, there,â he says, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you the rest of the way out. You brace yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders (his very impressive shoulders, you canât help but notice, which make you remember how your own clothes are stuck damply to your skin from the chest down). Your lungs burn beneath his hands, no better or worse for his touch. âIs it just you in there?âÂ
âYeah,â you wheeze. Another firefighter settles one of those aluminum blankets youâre always seeing on TV around your shoulders. âJust me.âÂ
âAlright,â he says, dark eyes growing troubled as he processes your onerous breaths. âAre you okay?âÂ
The pain in your chest worsens as you forcibly expel another breath, dragging in a hasty inhale. âMy inhaler got ruined.âÂ
The manâs expression clears just before his brow creases. âYouâre having an asthma attack?â
You nod urgently.Â
âAlright, okay. Come here, letâs sit down.âÂ
He pulls you to the back of the boat, guiding you down onto the rubbery floor while someone else passes him a medical bag. Your knees fold towards your chest automatically, some useless instinct to protect the part of you thatâs hurting. It does nothing.Â
âHave you had asthma attacks before?â he asks you, digging through the bag. Someone starts driving the boat forward. You start to relax when you see him pull out a mask attached to an air compressor, your salvation.
âYes.âÂ
âCompared to the other attacks youâve had before, how badly would you rate this one on a scale of one to ten?âÂ
âSix.â You answer without hesitating, familiar with this line of questioning.Â
âAlright, lovely.â He finishes affixing the hose to the nebulizer, setting the mask to your face and turning on the air compressor. âJust breathe in for me.âÂ
You do. The relief isnât instant, but it may as well be. You feel heaps better just knowing the medicine is working.Â
You must look visibly calmer, because the man across from you smiles. It looks at home on his face, and the little crinkles which appear at the corners of his eyes suggest he does it often.Â
âThere we go,â he encourages. You hope your expression conveys the appropriate gratitude as you take the mask from him, holding it to your own face. âIâm James. You were trapped in there for a while, huh?âÂ
You nod, and he laughs at your weary look.Â
âIâm sorry.â James gives your shoulder a friendly squeeze. His face is remarkably cheery for someone whoâs been tasked with boating around and rescuing people all day; then again, as a rescuee, you can see the value of a bright spot in the murk left behind by the floor. As soon as you get this mask off, you think you owe him about a million thanks. âIâm sure itâs been really difficult, but weâve got food here you can have in a bit, and that thermal blanket should help warm you up quickly enough. Just keep breathing into that thing for another few minutes, love, and then weâll get you all fixed up.â
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OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES
BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? đ He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if
What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass
But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.
Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show
Maybe she realizes that
Maybe she starts thinking
Maybe she drifts apart
And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see
Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell
And Gojo goes again
And he reels her in
And once he has her
Only to see as her smile begins to fade
As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again
And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand
As he slowly takes away your smiles again.
But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...
You hope.
sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe đ€Ł
this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!
yeah. freckles boy isnât that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didnât work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in himâ hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesnât smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a wayâŠ? but u donât like thinkin abt him so u donât blink an eye.
fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didnât feel anything with him. there mightâve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojoâs been distant; his smile seems dimmer and thereâs always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited andâ u end up kissing gojo⊠oops.
so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. heâs pretty cool, right? heâs kinda evrything u want in a guyâ tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charmingâ itâs a package deal. but thereâs also this⊠rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, heâs always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesnât wanna lose u again in case heâs feelin more than you are. but his heart doesnât skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesnât tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just canât risk losing you a third time.
it sucks for u too, though! gojoâs just a bit too dense to see it. whether itâs in his own nature, or heâs faking it. itâs probably the latter, but thatâd mean heâs not being genuine again, n you donât wanna think about it. but youâre gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe heâs changed this time, and for good. and itâs true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, heâs exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. itâs proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but thereâs clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) donât belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the doorâ this time, itâs your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with youâ all in the wrong way, thinking itâd be okay to sleep around. except he gives chaseâ after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.
eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vuâ but heâs forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes youâre crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.
once again, he doesnât get it. why are you crying? itâs not like you were really serious or labeled, rightâŠ? and the entire reason youâd stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that heâs fucked up big timeâ he has been since day 1. really, he shouldâve found somebody cheaper to chaseâ you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. itâs only tense because he doesnât really know how to apologizeâ he doesnât have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.
but even so, heâs not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weirdâ correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. itâs always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybeâ he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that heâs yet to realize heâs been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.
paaaaaaart one
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Hi bunny, I recently found ur page and have been binge reading ur posts, youâre so good!! I have a big order. Peach cake, Red velvet cupcake and a pound cake with strawberries. With a side of with dark hot chocolate and a glass of water, George Russellđ⊠if itâs too many details do it however you want bcuz your writing is amazing <3
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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i love getting orders! i accept more than just formula one so i'm always happy to try different fandoms. so please! check it out! and thank you lovely anon, i'm happy you love my work! and thank you for submitting a george russell order because i've gotten people asking for him! so thank you! i hope you love it <3
peach cake: ("if you spill a drop, we start all over.") + red velvet cupcake: ("if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one.") + pound cake with strawberries: ("you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again.") + dark hot chocolate: (sub!reader) + glass of water: (aftercare) served by george russell (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, sub!reader & dom!george, rules & punishments, spanking, sparkling water, jealousy, aftercare, doggy style,
"you're so lucky, honestly he sounds like a prince charming!" you once heard from someone when you were talking about your boyfriend, "george just seems like such a sweet guy. like he double checked to make sure that roses wouldn't make your cat sick? most guys can barely get flowers!"
you felt your ears burn at her words and nervously played with the bracelet around your left wrist. there was on charm on it, letter 'g' for your beloved. your boyfriend, your biggest fan.
your dom, george russell.
but even men who looked like princes in fairy tales could be a little jealous. george often appeared himself to be a very sweet guy, who'd never actually hurt someone. he was a force on the track and would do what he needed to win, but he'd never put his hands on another driver. he'd never get in their face or try to get violent.
but as he watched lando norris try his hardest to pick you up, george really wanted to knock some sense into the driver. just because a woman didn't wear a neon sign that said 'taken', it didn't mean they were free game to flirt with.
and you, the future mrs. russell, should know better. even though the weight of the bracelet you wore wasn't too much. he hoped that it was enough of a reminder to behave. listen to the rules that george had laid out for you.
when lando touched your bare arm, and you stepped back a little. george knew that he had to step in. he was at your side rather quickly, smiling at lando. he wrapped an arm around you.
"see you've met my girlfriend, mate." he smiled, putting all of his charm into it, "i was looking for her." his hand snaked to your ass and you gave it a firm squeeze. you weren't off the hook.
"oh this is-" lando looked at you, "i didn't recognize her, mate. i'm so sorry!"
george was a little unconvinced when he replied,"yeah, a haircut can do that." even though you hadn't styled your hair differently in years. george didn't get too aggressive with the fellow driver because now that he was close to him, he could see that the drink in his hand was large and his stance implied it wasn't the first one of the evening.
but, george made sure that you didn't have a drop of alcohol. so while lando was drunk, you were well aware of the rules that your dom had set for you. the driver leaned to your ear and said, ""you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."
and you swallowed, knowing you'd get a lecture when your boyfriend steered you away from the drunken racer. you felt the tip of your ears grow hot and you played with the bracelet. despite how nervous you felt, george was all smiles as he told lando to have a good night.
as you walked away, your lover's voice was hot in your ear, "no flirting. remember? you are mine, and i don't need other men getting their hands on you." he held you by the back. he kissed your cheek softly, "when rules are broken, there are punishments." this was part of your dynamic.
you knew there would be a punishment when you got home and you were right. a bottle of sparkling water from the grocery store was opened. and with you on your knees, opened your mouth. this was a punishment of endurance and being unbreakable. george poured a mouthful in your mouth then closed your jaw. he said, "if you spill a drop, we start all over."
you nodded before you got up onto your feet. your legs shaky as he put the bottle down on the nightstand. you held the water in your mouth as you got over his lap. you could feel his hard cock against your stomach. the goal of the punishment was to hold the water in your mouth even if the carbonation made your eyes run. and george spanked you for every infraction you did.
"you're a whore." he said as he rubbed your bare ass. he stripped you down to nothing as soon as you got home. you were to be laid out naked for him. he on the other hand was still in the shirt and slacks fro the party. it only added to the dynamic, you were exposed for him while he got to stay dressed. he slapped your ass, "you're a whore, you let norris get his hands all over you. you know if you let him suck on your pretty breasts or fuck your poor pussy, you'd be thrown away by the next day." he landed another spank across your ass.
you whimpered, trying to hold the water in your mouth. the spanks made it hard to not choke on it or have to drip out of your mouth. the bubbles of it made you feel discomfort in your face. but you had to be good.
"but not me. i'd never do that to you." he said softly, "you are my treasure. you know there's rules, that you have to be well behaved for me. or else we're going to have problems. you're my girlfriend, my love, my submissive." he landed a few more spanks across your ass, he watched your body shake with each of his slaps. but you didn't spill a drop.
the knowledge of that made george smile to himself. it wasn't hard to train you to be an amazing sub, you were always so eager to make him proud. you took your punishments with grace. he landed a few more smacks across your ass, "but you are my whore in the end. my responsibility to teach and fuck." he groped your bruised ass which made you whine.
you kicked out your legs as if you were trying to say that you weren't a whore. that you were a good girl, but it was only met with another hard smack across your cheeks. you arched your back and whined more.
"if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one." he said as a warning. he took you by the jaw to look at him. your craned your neck to get a good look at your prince charming. he smiled, "swallow. then hands and knees."
you swallowed and nodded happily. and like a good girl, you opened your mouth to show you swallowed it all. you earned a pat on the cheek, which made you melt a little. you got off his lap, leaving pussy slick across his black slacks.
george noticed it and chuckled lightly before he started to unbutton his shirt. you were a messy little slut, but george adored you. he was only rough because he knew it was best for you. you were a smart girl, you just needed reminders. once he was out of his clothes, he saw you with your hips raised. ready for him as always.
"my beautiful girl." he said as got himself behind you on his knees. he admired your beauty from behind. he could feel the heat of the bruises on your ass when he placed his hand across one of the cheeks. oh, you were perfect for him, "see, norris could never have you like this. no, no. he wouldn't know what do with himself. he'd probably finish before he started." he chuckled as he gave your ass a pat. he pushed his cock all the way into you, you were beyond soaked that it was so easy for him
he started to move his hips, he pushed you into the covers by your shoulders and had the perfect angle to fuck you. you looked so pretty as you took him. you really were a good girl, the farthest thing from a whore. but he knew it excited you when your prince charming, george russell, called you such sick names. it made you hot all over, just as when he fucked you with heavy thrusts.
"ah, george. sir." you arched your back as he hit the softest parts of you. you felt like a dream, you were a fairy tale princess. from your cute face to how you dressed. to how you were good with everyone but always perfect for george. you took his cock perfectly, made for him like you came from pages of a story. it was why he need to fuck you was always so strong.
"perfect little whore." he said, his voice tinged with praise.
you moved a little bit and felt your knees start to hurt from the feeling of it all. you felt a thump in your chest from his words. you held onto the pillow under your head. your ass stung from the feeling of the previous slaps.
"see what happens when you behave. you know i'll take care of you. always, but you have to remember our rules. they're to keep you safe. you are the most important thing to me. that's why i hate when you're a whore." he continued to thrust up against you.
you believed him. that was why you put so much trust into him.he never steered you wrong. you loved him so much. and he loved you, even when he called you names in the safety of your bedroom, you loved him more than anything.
his thrusts were focused and they made you squirm. it made it feel like he was nudging up into your stomach and it took the air out of you. your pussy was a fit for him.
you held onto the covers with your back arched. you panted heavily into them. everything was hot in your body, you panted heavily into the sheets. "please, sir."
"you know i love you, and this all happens because i love you so much. and i know how good you could be for me." he said hotly into your ear, keeping you pinned to the bed.
the blood rush made your toes curled and you came with your hands buried in the soft sheets of your shared bed. you gasped into the pillow and you back arched. it was all too much, you almost had tears in your eyes.
he finished after you did, then slowly came to a stop. he pushed his entire length into you and bottomed out in you. he shuddered and coughed out a moan. his grip on you was tight. and you came once more from the intensity of it all. the sparks in your brain came alive.
your back arched as you felt him slow down and stop. you both tried to catch your breath before george pulled out and wrapped himself up around you. he got the covers over you and kissed at your face with love.
"do you need water?" being a good dom meant aftercare. especially from such a production. he peppered your face with kisses and held you in his arms, "i think there's something in the fridge you could snack on."
you looked at him and cupped his face gently, you said with half-lidded eyed, "just some water. when i can think again maybe a shower, sir."
he kissed your lips and said, "perfect, good. my good girl." even with the bruises across your ass, you felt on cloud nine. there really was nothing like having a dom. especially the kind like george. your prince charming <3
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what abt perverted joel not being able to keep his hands off of u, like whenever hes around his friends he always gropes ur ass/tits and open mouth kisses u
Speakeasy
I â€ïžâđ„ horny Joel. Also covered a fishnets related request from Anon here, so let's see if horny Joel can control himself. . . Master List
1.5k words | NSFW 18+ unsafe PIV sex, very mild dubcon?, drinking, public/semi-public idk what else
Joel has enough trouble keeping his hands off you on a normal day, but tonight, you're wearing something that's really gonna drive him wild. It's a little number you picked up from the abandoned mall when you snuck out of the QZ while he was on a smuggling trip. He's about to leave for a longer trip, and tonight he and the boys are having a send-off at the QZ speakeasy. Joel and his friends are already there. You enter on street level at the back of the trade post and take the spiral staircase down into the dimly lit bar.
You descend the stairs slowly and Joel sees your legs before he sees the rest of you. He's already salivating by the time you step onto the floor. He clenches his jaw and gives you a casual "come here" nod. As you cross the room, he devours you with his eyes. You can tell he's already been drinking. He calls out for the man who's tending bar to get you a drink. When you reach the high-top tables by the darts, the other men try to avert their gazes as you greet each other.
You put your arms around Joel's neck and his big hands slowly slither around you, feeling your back, your waist, your thighs, and coming to rest on your ass. His fingers dig in and he pulls you into him with a soft "Mmm."
Your hand nestles in his hair affectionately and his beard tickles your jaw as he kisses your neck, lightly sucking. One of his hands drifts to your inner thigh and he plucks at the fishnets. He murmurs, âWhereâd ya get these, hmm?â
âYouâre up, Joel,â Jesse, yells, then looks over and says quieter, âoh, shit. sorry.â He's one of the younger, newer guys and hasn't seen you with Joel before.
You dodge the question and distract him by scratching his scalp lightly. That drives him wild. You feel his cock hard against you.
You give Joel a peck on the lips. âKnockâm dead,â you say. Thereâs an obvious bulge in his jeans when he goes to take his turn on darts.
"You good, man?" Tommy asks.
Joel takes his turn in silence and still does better than everyone else, even distracted.
When heâs done with his turn, he gets behind you and puts his hands on your hips, pulling your ass into the hardness in his jeans. His lips brush your ear and he lowers his voice.
"What're you try'na to do to me, hmm?"
He grinds his bulge into your ass as he wraps his arms around you. He slips a hand into your low neckline, cupping a breast. Your nipples harden and desire pools in your stockings. He puts his nose in your hair and inhales deeply.
"I'm gonna miss you," you whisper.
"Yeah," he says. His voice is soft, low and horny. "I'll be back 'fore you know it." His hand is still in your neckline for all the room to see.
"Joel," Jesse says.
Tommy looks back at you. Your face heats up and Tommy shakes his head laughing. "I don't think he's playin' anymore, fellas" Jesse looks back and his eyes go wide. You clear your throat and Joel takes his time removing his hand from your breast, then smooths your neckline down and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
"Last turn," Joel says and he leaves you for a minute. You sit down on a stool at the high-top while he's taking his turn.
The guys are ribbing him.
"Gimme a break, we're 'bout to be gone for three weeks," Joel says. Tommy slaps him on the back.
When Joel comes back to the high-top, he wastes no time sliding his hand between your legs. His fingers trace the fishnets all the way to your seam and he inhales deeply through his nose when he feels how damp you are. Then he slips a finger through one of the holes and meets your dripping wet pussy. His lips part and his eyes go dark. He rubs your clit with the side of his finger and you throb with need.
He brings his lips to your ear and his voice is a low, horny murmur. "Go wait for me at the top of the stairs, baby." He kisses you wetly on the neck then lets you slide off the stool. You straighten your dress and he pats your ass as you start in the direction of the stairs.
"Y'all have a good night," you tell the boys.
"You leavin' already?" Tommy asks with a smirk.
"Yeah, be safe out there alright?" You say.
You walk up the stone spiral stairs and stop at the top landing. You lean against the cold, stone wall and wait for Joel. He has the darkest look on his face as he climbs the stairs and your eyes gravitate to the protrusion in his jeans.
When he gets to the landing, you turn to walk out the door with him, but he grabs your hip and spins you back around. Then he steps between your feet and walks you backwards into the wall, pinning you there with his arousal as his lips hungrily latch onto yours and his tongue thrusts into your mouth. He forcefully pulls your dress and bra down on one side, then brings his mouth to your breast.
You say, "I worry 'bout you, baby."
He releases your nipple with a sucking sound.
"Don't you worry 'bout a thing right now," he says, and pulls you off the wall and into his arms.
He hikes up your dress and rubs your throbbing warmth through the front of your stockings as his other hand holds your ass. He breathes heavily, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. He reaches both hands under you, digs his fingers into the fishnet holes, and pulls. The rip of fabric startles you and you feel the chill of air between your legs. The cool air also carries the sound of the guys being rowdy downstairs.
You ask, "Here? We're not going home?" Someone could walk through the door or up the stairs at any moment.
"Can't wait, sugar"
You look around hesitantly. He backs you into the wall and the stone is freezing on your ass. You wince. "On the wall?" You ask.
"You wanna ride?" He nods at the stairs. "cause that's your other option. 'less you wanna get on all fours." The steepness of the stairs is too scary.
He kisses you passionately and rubs you just right with one hand while he unbuckles his belt with the other. You can no longer wait either.
Joel urgently frees his massive hard-on from his tight jeans and strokes it a few times, then he hooks his hand under your knee and you wrap a leg loosely around him. He leans in you and aligns his cock at your entrance, then plunges into you with a grunt that slightly echoes. He breathes heavy, slowly rocks back, then plunges into you again and you sigh softly as you're joined completely. Nothing feels as good as him inside you. You wanna cry thinking about him leaving for three weeks. He can see it on your face.
He continues a slow but powerful rhythm as he says, "y'know I worry 'bout you too, babyâ" he cuts himself off with a grunt. "take my cock so good, I dunno how you go without it," he half-whispers. "sometimes, I wanna bring ya. do it fuckin' everywhere." He looks you in the eyes then kisses you passionately as he keeps thrusting into you and your body lifts against the wall with his momentum. The men are still yucking it up downstairs. "sometimes I wanna go," you say. "Too dangerous," he says, and you feel your climax getting closer every time he fills you up. He's hitting your g-spot just right. He sucks your neck and you fail to suppress a moan. The hubbub briefly pauses downstairs then there's quiet laughter and they start talking again.
You take a deep breath as you feel yourself on the edge.
"Imma be hungry when I get home, baby. . ."
He grunts again with a powerful thrust, and you see stars. You clench around his cock and float in another realm, pulsing, pounding, savoring the last minute of him inside you because he's never far behind. When you open your eyes his face looks in agony. One more pump and he erupts inside you. "Fill me up, baby," you say, hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. His groan echoes off the stone as he pulses into you, and your climax continues as his hot seed coats your walls. When he finishes, you sigh, and it's totally silent aside from both of you breathing heavily.
A few seconds later, there's quiet laughter again and the guys get back to it.
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Nat would be the type of friend to 'teach you how to kiss' just as an excuse to be ur first kiss tbh
she'd immediately laugh when you gave no idea what you're doing, but she'd keep kissing u anyway
anyways soft!nat is cannon and my mind won't be changed
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Ugh anon this is so real đđ my bitch ass has never kissed anyone (who's shocked) and I've been thinking about Nat being r's first kiss for like WEEKS.
Small Nat being your first kiss blurb <3
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"Dude. No, I'm saying it's embarrassing. How many seniors in high school have never been kissed? Not that many." You're lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, as Natalie sits at your desk.
"I'll kiss you. Teach you how to do it so when there's an actual person you want to kiss, you'll know how." You sit up to look at her, and she looks kind of serious about it.
"I can't tell if you're making fun of me or not," you reply, swinging your legs off the bed and walking over to your mirror.
"I'm being serious! People do this all the time. Friends kiss each other for practice." She shrugs, looking over at you.
You contemplate for a moment, not really knowing what to do in this situation. Sure, she was your best friend. But you wanted to kiss her in a not-so-friendly way.
Eventually, your desire to kiss her won out over your want for it to be romantic. You huffed and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her as she sat on your desk chair.
"Fine. But when I'm inevitably shit at kissing you can't make fun of me."
She nods and moves from the chair to the bed next to you.
"I won't make fun of you to anyone else." She grins, and you roll your eyes.
"Well, I guess that's the best I can ask for with you."
She smiles and leans forward, and you freeze. When she's millimeters away from your lips, she cups your face and whispers "relax" before pressing your lips together.
For a moment, you're still frozen. You don't know what to do, or where to put your hands. Nothing. Natalie laughs against your mouth, and you pull away.
"Sorry, sorry. Seriously, though, dude. You have to relax. It's just me, you know I won't judge you." She looks genuinely apologetic, and she takes one of your hands in hers.
"I just- where do I put my hands? What do I even do?"
"Jesus, you don't have to think about it that much. This is supposed to be fun. Just do what feels right to you, I guess? Again, it's just me."
You sigh, nodding. She's right, it is just her. She leans in again, and this time you try to relax. You still have no idea what to do with your hands, but she takes one of them and moves it to the back of her head.
She's soft with the kiss, more gentle than you'd ever seen her. It was nice honestly, the warm feeling of her lips on yours, the way she kept doing things at your pace. When you parted your lips a bit, she tentatively poked her tongue into your mouth. You didn't hate the feeling, but it was unexpected.
The two of you continue like that for a few moments before she pulls away. She smiles, and you blush.
"Not bad for your first time," she teases, flopping back onto your bed.
"Wow. Thank you so much." You roll your eyes and lie down next to her, turning your head to look at her face.
"We can keep practicing." She shifts to her side, looking at you.
You smile, but she suddenly turns serious.
"I want to keep kissing you." She looks almost nervous, and you've never seen her look so vulnerable before. "I didn't kiss you just because I thought you'd be more comfortable with practice. I wanted to kiss you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
You reach for her hand and intertwine your fingers, trying to fight the fluttering feeling in your stomach.
"Good. I want to keep kissing you too."
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets showtime#natalie scatorccio#natalie scatorccio thoughts đ#natalie scatorccio x you#natalie scatorccio x fem reader#natalie scatorccio x y/n#natalie scatorccio thoughts#teen natalie scatorccio#natalie scatorccio x reader#yellowjackets x you#yellowjackets x reader
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ketterdam dashboard simulator
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who up boeking they canal
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I can't believe some of you log on here and thirstpost about barrel vagrants. it makes me so sick. these men are the very pits of society and have never honoured ghezen a day in their lives. there are so many other young men who make their living in a reverent way. have some dignity.
#ghezen #inghezenssight #ghezenhonouring #churchofghezen #handofghezen
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omg HOW is kaz brekker winning this he's SO problematic he's not even good for the economy he killed members of his own gang and kidnapped councilman van eck's son
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cranky coz your gang fell apart aren't you
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guys is this a mandela effect or what bc I SWEAR this painting used to be in the university district art museum, I literally saw it this week??? but I went today and it was GONE?????? there wasn't even a plaque?? guys pls I'm so confused why is everyone acting like this is normal for ketterdam? do priceless antiques just VANISH? am I being gaslit?
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guys I'm so sorry I've been MIA :( I found out that my landlord was using my rent on the staves rather than fixing my black mould problem so I pushed him out the window and told the stadwatch he must have fallen and died because he wasn't honouring ghezen and got away with it. anyway I think maybe the black mould explains the dirtyhands/sturmhond fic I was writing sorry :( but I WILL finish my fairy queen of istamere meta post once I've moved into my new lodging
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SUBMISSION: sometimes I lie awake thinking about the time I fell down an entire flight of stairs at the slat when kaz was at the bottom, and he just stared at me (still lying on the floor), and then asked if I'd changed the beer kegs at the silver six yet. GIRL NO?!?!?!
#submission #dregs #dirtyhands #admin comment: laughed so loud my upstairs neighbour threatened to shoot me
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ADMIN NOTE: if the razorgulls don't fucking stop sending anon hate to this blog we'll tell dirtyhands n he'll send you your own IP address back
#see what happens you hack job seagulls
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it's us, the real kerch tourism board, here to tell you what we're putting in the new summer season pamphlet. we got 1) three pages all about kaz brekker that end up being more of an advertisement than a deterrent 2) list of slipperiest spots in the barrel where you will fall over and get a concussion when ur drunk 3) top 10 ways to get your wallet stolen by a child in broad daylight 4) paintings of the komedie brute 5) advert for sten's stockpot 6) map of public toilets
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we are not affiliated with any degenerate impersonator accounts who claim to be us. we are the only real kerch tourism account.
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grafcanal smells like piss and you should bite everyone you see wearing the mister crimson costume
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it's all 'fuck sten's stockpot' and 'I got food poisoning from the special at sten's stockpot' until you realise you don't have the money for cilla's fry, and then you come CRAWLING back to the loving arms of sten's stockpot and our special. you fucking traitors. you'll be back! you'll all be back
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what's in the special sten's stockpot
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it's a surprise ;)
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nah I thought this was the real stens lmao
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bert smit you still have 45 kruge to pay on your tab and if you don't cough up we'll send our debtors to break your legs
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my grisha girlfriend who still wears a kefta and says things like 'nikolai lantsov is a bastard': ugh they're still debating whether or not the council of tides should be able to control kerch shipping, I hate inter-country politics
me: I think I hauve the queen's lady
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#I wasted a full hour making this#six of crows#crooked kingdom#soc duology#kaz brekker#ketterdam#soc#grishaverse#shadow and bone#my post#dashboard simulator
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đČ àŁȘâ⥠what i think katsuki nâ shouto would listen to !âĄđČ àŁȘâ
a/n : so I had this ready..but Tumblr fuckin ate the og ask..so anon if ur still sticking around (this was sent to me before I want on my break :(() ily !! and I hope you enjoy ! and all of y'all too off ! 3K WE UP !!
katsuki âĄ
for some reason, i cannot get the image of katsuki listening to nobody by skindred out of my head LMFAOOO
(maybe bc ive been listening to it non stop)
so anyways i think you can tell that i'm feeling very metal for him,, nu metal, heavy metal, groove metal he's all for it ! i don't see him being particularly picky about it.
i think he'd listen to deftones, slipknot, skindred and korn ! i think he also has other similar bands in his playlist but i see these as most of his mains !
katsuki's a renowned little shit, so he'll share his earbuds with you, have you thinking he's on some cute shit only for him to hide his phone screen from you to jumpscare with a hyper loud song so he can snicker about it like a mountain trollđ
so yeah he's extremely irritating. of course if ur into it yall jam out together !!
buuuut on the other hand he definitely is a rap/hip hop and r&b typa guy !
i can definitely see him listening to some mf doom, tupac and DEFINITELY kendrick lamar oh em gee
pls don't get me started on r&b,,,i know he'd love him some brent faiyaz..teehehehe <3
i feel like he'd really like frank ocean and tyler the creator ! i feel like he wouldn't be a hyper fan, but he has a lot of songs in his playlist !
don't ask me why yall,,,but tell me why i see him listening to fugees and erykah badu...dreamy sigh
so yeah he'll jumpscare the shit outta you with his loud music, but most of the time when he's not being a nuisance he'll happily share his earbud with you and put on some sappy soul song to subtly tell you he love you cus hes shy lolol
a lot of the songs he listens to he relates to so,, if he plays the intro of all mine by brent faiyaz.. KNOW ITS ABOUT YOUUU!!!
shoutoâĄ
now shouto's a lil trickier for me..i feel like he likes to experiment w new music genres sometimes, but he has his lil favourites yaknow??
i like thinking he'd listen to steve lacy and frank ocean ! he has a few select songs that he likes the most ! he gives me infrunami n' mercury typa vibes
it feels the best for me to say he'd listen to indie rock/pop (sorry if these aren't the right terms yall it's googles fault if they aintđ)
i feel like he fucks w the smiths HEAVY. i also see him listening to the cure ! he also gives me smells like teen spirit by nirvana !
like i said i feel like he likes to experiment cus lemme be honest i feel he's messyđ like his playlist is a clusterfuck
there is no sad playlist or casual playlist like everything is in one playlist LMFAOOO
but no yeah he doesn't care much, which is why i think if you put him on the good shit you might see some pink pantheress n some laufey in there LMFAOO
if you recommend a song to him it's probably in there before you can blink lololol
shouto also starts copying your playlist after a while lolol soon you'll start thinking you have your phone when you scroll thru his playlist but nahđ
i also see him listening to mitski..need i say more ?
this was such a cute ask and it was rlly fun to do !! if you guys have any questions like these PLEAASSEEE feel free to ask me !!! tysm for the ask anon n' m'sorry it took me so long to respond ! i'm gettin' to all your asks one at a time, so please be patient with me <3 !!!
#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou imagine#bakugo fluff#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#shouto x you#shouto drabble#todoroki shouto x reader#shoto x reader#shoto x you#todoroki shoto x reader#shouto x reader#shouto todoroki#katsuki bakugo#bakugou drabble#katsuki bakugo fluff
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HII SORRY IDK IF REQS R ON OR OFF BUT CAN I REQ GUITARIST DOM NEIGHBOUR YUNJIN X NERD SUB Y/N (FEM)
first of all, yes reqs are open dw. second, ANON IM OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT GRRR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
content - dom guitarist neighbor!yunjin x nerd sub!y/n (written like "studious nerd" not "loser nerd" like in the sakura fic), smut (rough sex, fingering, choking, degradation, mommy kink, edging)
wc - 1652
a/n - ffos stop writing rockstar!yunjin smut challenge (difficulty: impossible). and when I do a rockstar!au series w a bunch of diff idols just fucking y/n brainless, then what? bc look at the material, rockstar winter, giselle, hanni, yunjin, wendy, phew, I'm dizzy.
all you want to do is study or relax, but yunjin has her own agenda.
I imagine you're some kind of stem or pre-med major where ur head is always buried in books, trying to study and memorize and re-memorize and review all this fucking material. ur always preoccupied with your studies that when u finally get that moment to rest, you really bask in the peace of silence after a long day.
but of course, you can never have good things. bc as soon as you lay back on your couch, ur favorite snack next to you and putting your comfort show on the tv, you hear music blasting from your neighbor. the melody u conclude being an arctic monkeys song (taste jennifer! listen to do I wanna know for immersion :)) which you would enjoy on any other day, if not for the fact that you were trying to relax and NOT feel the vibrations of the electric guitar from next door. that being said, this neighbor had been practicing music EVERY DAY for the past few weeks.
it drove u insane. you have never tried to confront ur neighbor bc you hoped they would stop on their own (maybe due to social anxiety too but that's neither here nor there), but after WEEKS of this perpetual migraine, you had no choice.
building up the courage to walk over to their door and proceeding to practically pound on it, music louder now that you were outside their apartment. you were fully prepared to go ape-shit on the menace that had been tormenting your serenity for so long. but you didn't prepare for them to be hot?!
the music stopping after 3 rounds of your aggressive knocking and finally a red-haired sexy ass woman swung open the door fully, guitar slung on her back and tatted arms crossed, wearing black tattered clothes, the woman towering over you as she leaned forward, looking up at her eyebrow and septum piercings.
you gulped nervously, not expecting such a sight, the ginger raising an eyebrow at you curiously.
"what do you want?" she'd ask annoyedly.
her tone pissed you off and snapped u out of your trance, "for you to lower your music or stop playing."
bold, she thought.
"why should I?" the woman leaned against her door frame, a smirk tugging at her lips.
you huff out frustratingly, "because you've been blasting your music for the past few weeks and I'm sick and tired of it, it gives me a headache and you have no respect."
she scoffs, "aw, is my princess missing out on her beauty sleep?"
you close ur eyes and sigh, regaining urself so you wouldn't blow up, then looking up at the girl's eyes, "can you PLEASE lower the music at least?"
the ginger uncrosses her arms and leans forward again, one hand on the door frame and another gesturing at you, "do I get anything in return for being such a good girl for you?"
u feel chills go down your spine at her words and your cheeks heat up. the sound of her deep chuckle makes you look away.
"fuck you're cute, what's your name?" she tilts her head to the side.
"y-y/n."
"I've never seen you around y/n. you're telling me I've been living next to an absolute babe for the past few months and I didn't know? can't be having that."
your eyes dart anywhere else before you clear your throat, "anyway, thank you, I'll get going now."
"ah, ah, ah, not so fast y/n-ie. I haven't even told you my name yet!" you feel a hand snatch your wrist and pull you back, your body falling into hers.
you look up at the red-haired neighbor, "it's yunjin, jennifer to friends, but you can moan mommy to me."
you scream internally and feel your heartbeat racing. it'd be so fucking cringe to hear it if anyone else said it, but something about the way jen held you and looked at you like her next meal made your lower stomach feel on fire.
"do you wanna know how talented guitarists are with their fingers?" her naughty half-lidded gaze trailed the features of your face, looking so innocent to her, with your large black framed glasses and wide eyes.
"you're disgusting and a pervert miss jennifer," you say, trying to cover up your attraction to her and the situation (failing btw).
you try to pull away from her grasp, her strong hands gripping your arms tighter and holding you close, her face coming closer to yours, "oh please, don't lie and tell me you don't wanna fuck me."
"you really don't have any respect do you?"
"and where was your respect? came pounding on my door, demanding whatever bullshit you just said, didn't even ask me for my name miss neighbor!" a cocky smile spreading on yunjin's face.
"well I apologize but it should be common sense to not blast your music for the entire 5th floor to hear," you roll your eyes, crossing your arms in her hold.
"you look even better when you're angry, maybe I should piss you off some more."
god she pissed you off so much, it's unfortunate the girl was really fucking hot.
"I'm not pissed," you lied.
"no? what are you then? horny?" the audacity really.
you roll your eyes, "can I go?"
jen gives you an annoyingly smug expression and shakes her head left to right before pulling you into her place, shutting the door behind you, and pinning you to it.
"you may not be horny, which I don't believe, but I am now."
her grip leaves your arms and trails your sides. you let out a heavy sigh but try to hold your composure.
"hm? you're not pushing me away? does that mean I'm right?"
she chuckles lowly next to your ear, her greedy hands slipping under your sweatshirt and rubbing the skin.
"sh-shut up," you mumble, turning your head away from her face in your neck, her mouth leaving hot breaths and wet kisses across it.
her calloused fingertips tap against your waist and travel higher, "no bra? was your intention to get fucked so I could change my mind?"
she's so vulgar, like it gives you the ick, but she feels so good, you ignore the bullshit spilling from her lips.
she feels up your stomach and places each hand on your boobs, kneading them eagerly and breathing hard on your neck. you bite your lip to prevent any noise from escaping your mouth. you knew it was wrong, you knew it was dirty, but you knew it felt too good to wanna stop.
"c'mon princess, let it out for me," yunjin would whisper against your skin, her thumbs circling your hard nipples.
your hands clutch her bare shoulders as you feel her smile against your jaw. you struggle hard to hold back a whine as she pushes you into the door using her warm body.
"I have nothing to let out for you," lying again.
"I guess I just have to tear it out from you then," the guitarist says before taking her hands out from under your sweatshirt and grabbing you by the thighs, lifting you up and carrying you to her room.
your body falls against the plush mattress and you watch as the woman slings her guitar off her shoulders, crawling on the bed towards you.
"you may be able to resist how good it feels now, but not after I have my way with you... I won't be the one making so much noise after all."
oh and she truly kept her word.
yunjin's right hand fingers were plunged deep inside your pussy, thrusting in and out at unfathomable speed, while her left hand fingers were in your mouth, shoving them down your throat and making you gag.
your shorts and panties were somewhere lost in her room and if your vision wasn't blurred with tears, you swear your clothes hang from one of the guitars she had displayed on the wall. you sat with your legs wide open on jen's lap, your back against the headboard for stability, tongue sticking out so her fingers can reach deeper into your mouth.
all you could make out were the choking noises coming from your throat and muffled moaning conjoined with it. your cunt was on fire due to the pace at which her digits were ramming into you. your eyes were rolled back and your thighs trembled.
"you sick fuck, you're really enjoying this you know? I know you are, I know you love how rough I'm treating you. who would've known some lowly nerd like you would be into such freaky shit."
she'd pull the fingers in your throat out which caused you to release a deep groan, but return her hand to your neck, squeezing and pinning you against the headboard.
"m-mommy..." you'd desperately whimper out.
a sick chuckle leaves her throat hearing you call her the title she mentioned earlier.
"you may be a whore but you're good at following directions, aren't you princess?" she sinisterly smiles at your fucked out expression, pulling her fingers all the way out to slam them in again, using four digits to plunge into your gushing cunt.
your vision blurs completely as you feel your high coming quick. your back arches off of the wall and your body melts into yunjin's hold.
"cumming already? so sensitive, I don't wanna end it yet," she immediately retracts her hand from your pulsing core.
you whine desperately at the loss of contact and jennifer's grip on your neck tightens.
"listen here little slut, I barely even started. you're going to hold out until I have my way with you, got it?"
let's just say you're not the neighbor making the noise complaints in the next few hours (days? weeks? yunjin realllyyyy liked you).
a/n - guitarists' finger dexterity is no joke (I play guitar so someone plsss hmu :.) aka huh yunjin hit my line im begging you)
#ffos reqs#le sserafim#yunjin#huh yunjin#le sserafim fanfic#yunjin fanfic#yunjin smut#yunjin x you#fanfiction#kpop#kpop gg#smut#girl group smut#girl group fanfic#girl group#jennifer huh#sakura#chaewon#kazuha#eunchae
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i know you didn't respond to my previous ask with ideas yet (and i wanna say pls no pressure!! i'm sure you must get a lot of asks!!) but man. especially after ur last post i was wondering if i could share some gore writing i wrote for bill? totally fine if not, have a nice day! (also, sorry he keeps possessing you </3 get well soon! :P) - that one anon who wrote zagreus gore a while ago
Just wanna say, first of all, so glad you're still around, anon!!! You're such a great writer and I'm still a huge fan of what you sent in to me! Hope you're doing well c:
And secondly đ Hopefully this will be a preview to a longer thing I plan to write
Warning for gore/suggestive stuff under the cut teehee :3
I can totally imagine Bill chaining the object of his affection down. On your knees, each wrist strapped in glowing blue metal cuffs above your head. All vulnerable and all for him.
Your flesh is so pretty and soft. He wants to drink you in completely. The only thing to ever dare grace his vision. But, what he's really interested in is what lies underneath.
The human body is hilarious! You know, if you really wanted to protect yourself from danger, your kind should have evolved some sort of exoskeleton to protect such a vulnerable spot from attacks. Oh, well! All the easier for him to slash into.
His eye crinkles with delight as you writhe against your restraints in agony. Tears pool from your eyes and screams rip from your throat. You make such beautiful noises for him, this has to be in his top five favorites!
He just watches for a while. Watches the blood pool out of your stomach, stares into the inside of your stomach. His hands itch. All those squishy little organs to play withâŠ
You hang your head, breath coming out in stutters. Drool drips from your mouth, mind too fogged with pain to care.
Bill laughs when you flinch away from him, your eyes suddenly wide as the demon move closer. You thrash in a feeble attempt to get away, body taught and mind in a frenzied panic as he reaches in-
Bill coos at you when your entire body locks up. Your mouth wide open in a frozen scream as he plunges his hands inside your guts. He digs around, grasping and rubbing your inside for what he's looking forâŠ
Aha!
He grips your intestines and pulls, your insides quickly becoming your outsides. You should be dead. You'd rather be dead than in such agony, but you know he'd never ever let you.
With reverence, Bill strokes and rubs and caresses your intestines, taking in the sounds of your suffering with glee. One day, you'll get used to the pain. And then, after that, he knows you'll start to like it. He can't wait for the day that you ask him to do this to you, for you to beg him for it. He can't wait for you to understand that this is how he shows his love.
Slowly, he lifts an intestinal rope to his eye. He forms his eyelids into lips to press a gentle kiss to it. From within his eye, a monstrous tongue comes put to lap at the blood that had been smeared onto his lids.
âTold you I loved you from the inside-out," he quipped.Â
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ur stepdad!gojo and uncle nanami fic got me feeling things so much so i felt the need to go into anon to confess bc im just so feral for this idea LMAO
ik ur not taking requests, and this isnt really a request but i just wanna leave this here as a lil tidbit or lil scenario bc ur fics had my mind running and i have nowhere to put it, and you can do with it as you wish, but here:
reader being a camgirl as a way to earn extra money to buy nice shit (should be paying for school but lmao) ofc, this doesnt go unnoticed by stepdaddy gojo and uncle nanami. They question where youre getting the money to buy all this cute shit, and ofc u make up an excuse, but they dont buy it.
gojo or nanami, could be either one, stumble upon your littleâŠ. âoperationâ one night, totally by accident while trying to get their rocks off.
they confront you about it, and perhaps they both tag team you at the same time while youre âworkingâ, on camera for all to see. and you make SO MUCH MONEYfrom just that one night đ
do with this as you will, just felt the need to drop this here hehe >:3
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BABE I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER BC I'M AN IDIOT AND TOTALLY DIDN'T PROCESS THE "THIS ISN'T A REQUEST PART" đđđ
when i tell u when i first got this ask my jaw was on the FLOOR
I honestly don't know which idea I like better? The thought of them both accidentally coming across you doing a show and perving over it is so hot. Maybe Nanami finds it first and doesn't immediately tell your step daddy. He has to jerk off to it first?? He's a little taken aback by how confident you are considering how shy and seemingly innocent you are in person.
And I know Gojo is going to be teasing Nanami about being on a cam girl site.
"How did you find this, huh, Nanami?" completely winding him up with a smirk on his face that Nanami just has to ignore.
You aren't live when he shows your step daddy. He just shows him your profile. They both act clueless when you get home from college, saying your hellos and goodbyes as you go up to your room to study. (meanwhile you're actually just doing your makeup and picking what lingerie to wear to your stream).
They both hang out in the kitchen until your mother goes to bed, telling her they're just having a nightcap before her dear brother hits to road.
And then you're live, the audio playing quietly as you perform. Gojo is so surprised to see you like this but he just can't ignore the tent he feels forming in his pants.
They decide to interrupt your little show, and your viewers take note of how good your acting is! Plus the whole step-cest angle is really hot.
You make the most money you've ever made thanks to them double stuffing you and pumping you with so many loads you can barely see straight đ
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helloooo im the anon who requested the suggestive prompt #1 joshua and might i sayyy U ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT AAAA NOW I CANNOT FUNCTION FROM THE JOSHUA BRAINROT đ©đ©
and now im addicted to ur fic so if ur still open for prompt req, can u write for mingyu next hahahaha another suggestive prompt #26 plsssss tysm đđ
yes yes yes!!! & I'm so glad u enjoyed it!!! so sorry for this long wait :(
full prompt list!
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suggestive prompt #26: "if you don't stop teasing me, I might have to do something about it."
mingyu swears heâs never been this close to losing his mind.
the blindfold around his eyes is loose enough to let the faintest slivers of light seep through the edges, not that it helps him much. all he can do is sit there, his back pressed against the headboard, his hands tied loosely enough with what feels like a scarf that he could escape if he really wanted to. but he doesnât.
because youâre enjoying yourself.
"stay still," you murmur, and mingyu feels the cool touch of your fingertips trace along his jawline, deliberate and feather-light.
he inhales sharply, his lips twitching into something between a smirk and a grimace. "easy for you to say," he mutters, flexing his hands against the scarf. âyouâre the one having fun.â
you laugh, soft and breathy, the sound curling around him like smoke. "fun? iâm just making sure youâreâŠcomfortable.â your words drip with faux innocence, but mingyu doesnât miss the mischief in your voice, like youâre savoring every second of this little game.
âcomfortable?â he echoes, leaning his head back against the headboard. he canât see you, but he can feel you, the weight of your body shifting closer. âsure doesnât feel like thatâs your goal.â
âstop squirming,â you scold lightly, ignoring his complaint as your fingers trail down the column of his neck, teasing the collar of his shirt. âyouâll ruin the surprise.â
surprise. right. mingyu doesnât buy it for a second. the so-called âsurpriseâ was your excuse to blindfold him, and at first, he played along because why not? but now? now, your hands keep wandering, never quite venturing too far, but never staying put long enough for him to settle. the tension is unbearable.
âyouâve been teasing me for the last 20 minutes, baby,â he mutters, his voice dropping lower as your fingers ghost along his collarbone. âare you sure thereâs even a surprise, or are you just messing with me?â
your silence stretches for a beat too long, and mingyu huffs a humorless laugh. âyeah, thatâs what i thought.â
you shift closer, and mingyu feels your hand splay across his chest, your touch slow and deliberate as it trails downward. his muscles tense instinctively when your fingertips brush against the ridges of his abs, the teasing motion setting his nerves alight.
âwhat are you doing?â he asks, his voice rasping in a way that betrays his composure.
you hum softly, ignoring his question, your fingers skimming lower before stopping just above his waistband. ânothing,â you say sweetly. âjust making sure youâre still comfortable.â
mingyu exhales sharply, his jaw tightening. âcareful,â he warns, his tone dipping lower, almost dangerously quiet. âif you donât stop teasing me, i might have to do something about it myself.â
your hand stills for a fraction of a second before resuming its slow, deliberate path, brushing the edge of his sleeve this time. "oh? youâre all tied up, though. what could you possibly do?"
and thatâs when mingyu decides heâs had enough.
in one fluid motion, he tugs his hands free from the scarf, his grip quick and certain as he catches your wrist mid-movement. the sound you make is a mix of surprise and indignation, but he doesnât give you a chance to protest.
âthis,â he murmurs, his fingers wrapping around your other wrist to pull you closer. âthis is what i can do.â
you shift, and he can feel the warmth of your body pressed against his knees, your breathing shallow as he keeps a firm yet gentle hold on your wrists. he leans forward slightly, tilting his head as though he could see through the blindfold. âyou really thought iâd just sit here and let you drive me crazy?â
âmingyu,â you say, but his name on your lips sounds more like a question than a scolding.
âyou wanted to play games,â he says, his voice low and velvety, âbut i donât think you realized who you were playing with.â
his tone is teasing, playful, but thereâs an edge to it that makes your pulse quicken.
you squirm under his grasp, but mingyu doesnât let go. instead, he moves one hand to tug the blindfold down, his dark eyes meeting yours for the first time. thereâs a glint in his gazeâequal parts amusement and something more dangerous.
âsurprise,â he says, his lips quirking into a slow, lopsided grin.
you swallow hard, and mingyu canât help the chuckle that escapes him. he shifts his grip, freeing your wrists but leaving his hands braced on either side of your hips. âso,â he murmurs, his voice a bare whisper now, âwhat was the surprise supposed to be, again? because right now, iâm thinking i should be the one giving you something to remember.â
your breath hitches, and mingyu takes the moment to lean in closer, his lips hovering near your ear. âcareful what you start,â he murmurs, his tone smooth and teasing, âbecause iâm really good at finishing it.â
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Hi!
Can I request a Megan x fem reader from katseye?
Number 2: keep it it looks better on you
Or
Number:3 holiday/Christmas (I know itâs almost Halloweenđ)
Can it be fluff?
And can I beđ» anon?
you said or but...why not both? thank you for requesting this! 𫶠and ofc you can be đ» anon!! ur now my first one!! also this is so short idk what happened im sorry
â HOLIDAY SPIRIT
megan skiendiel (katseye) x fem!reader
summary: fluff prompt ("keep it, it looks better on you") + fluff scenario (holiday/christmas) from my 100 follower event OR you wear one of megan's holdies during your stay at her family's house for christmas
warnings/tags: established relationship, fluff
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for the past few days you had been at megan's home with her and her family for christmas week, seeing as you had nothing better to do and her family welcomed you with open arms. it had been a great time during your stay with her family.
you were feeling tired after watching a movie with everyone in the living room, your head leaning on megan's shoulder as you feel your eyes close every other minute.
"i'm gonna lay down," you mumble to her. "i'm tired."
megan turns her head to look down at you, a piece of candy in her hand. she nods her head at your words, popping the candy in her mouth. "okay, i'll follow you in a minute," she replies.
"you don't have to," you murmur, getting up off the couch.
"i know." she smiles at you, eating another piece of candy.
a tired smile grows on your face at her response and you start walking away to megan's room. you slowly make your way into the room, closing the door and not bothering to turn the light on. you try searching for one of your hoodies that you're sure you left somewhere in there, and you grab what you think is your hoodie, throwing it over your head and shoulders.
you immediately lay down on the bed, and you hear the door open and a beam of light shines into the room. megan quietly walks inside the room, closing the door behind her and making her way to her bed.
"are you awake still?" she asks quietly.
"yeah," you respond.
despite the darkness, megan can see through it and a smile forms on her face.
"what're you smiling like that for?" you mumble.
"oh nothing~," she responds, getting in the bed next to you. "you're wearing my hoodie."
"what?" your eyebrows furrowed together and you look down at yourself. "oh, sorry i thought it was mine and-"
"don't worry about it, babe," megan cuts you off of the beginning of your rant, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close to her. "you can keep it, it looks better on you." she smiles at you, kissing your forehead.
you can't stop the smile that grows on your face at her words and put your face in the crook of her neck, mumbling a "thank you." as you did so.
"don't thank me, you could literally steal all my clothes and i wouldn't be mad," megan giggles.
"noted," you chuckle lightly.
"hey! that was not an opportunity for you to do it!"
"i didn't say i would."
"but you will!"
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