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just a little drabble for my current wip. arranged marriage with clanhead gojo.
warnings: mdni, smut, breeding kink, lots of breeding, praise, creampie, bit of angst.
arranged clanhead! satoru who still isn’t used to sharing his space, even after months of marriage. the grand Gojo estate, once his sanctuary, feels smaller with you in it—your scent lingering on the furniture, your soft hums echoing in the halls—not unpleasant, but… unfamiliar.
arranged clanhead! satoru who notices how your shampoo smells so sweet, clinging to his pillow. how your hair clogs his drain and it drives him fucking insane, yet he still finds himself instinctively reaching for your favorite brand of conditioner while he’s out, tucking it into his basket without a second thought. he doesn’t know why—it’s not like he cares… right?
arranged clanhead! satoru who steps into the kitchen late one evening to find you leaning against the counter. your hair falls in loose strands around your face, messy but still maddeningly pretty, and you sip tea from a mug—his favorite mug. you’re draped in one of his shirts, the hem barely brushing mid-thigh—your bare legs illuminated by the dim glow of the overhead light.
for a fleeting second, he freezes. you look… almost at home. he doesn’t want you to look at home. or does he? he shakes the thought away.
“couldn’t sleep?” he drawls, his eyes lingering on the curve of your legs. “or… were you waiting up for me? ‘cause I could really blow off some steam.”
arranged clanhead! satoru who emerges from the bathroom later that night, his snowy hair damp and tousled, a towel slung lazily over his broad shoulders. he’s wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants, the defined lines of his abdomen on full display as he rubs the towel through his hair, his gaze sliding over to you lying on the bed.
“ready for tonight?” he asks, tilting his head with that signature nonchalance, as though he isn’t about to fuck the hell out of you, as though his sole intention isn’t to fill you so full of his cum that there’s no question the Gojo Clan will get their heir.
arranged clanhead! satoru who pushes you into a mating press the moment he’s on top of you, his large hands gripping your thighs as he folds your legs back against your chest, pinning you beneath him. his cock slides against your slick folds before splitting you apart, and his breath shudders as your cunt swallows him greedily.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, panting through thrusts. “always so good f’me. always takin’ me so fucking well.”
arranged clanhead! satoru who hates himself for the shameful thrill that bubbles up within him, the sick satisfaction of watching you come undone beneath him. the way your pussy clenches around his dick, the way your gasps and moans echo in his ears, drives him to thrust harder, deeper, as though his very existence depends on filling you—which it does.
arranged clanhead! satoru who’s pace is merciless, hips slamming into you with an almost feral hunger. he tells himself it’s just biology, but deep down he knows better.
“good fucking girl…” he smirks, pushing your legs higher as you squirm beneath him—your nails digging into his arms, but the sting only spurs him on. “don’t worry sweetheart—haaa—this time, for sure, m'gonna breed that pretty pussy. gonna make you drip with my cum ‘til you can’t hold it all…”
arranged clanhead! satoru who watches your eyes roll back as his cock slams into you, the bed shaking beneath you as his focus narrows on the way your breasts bounce with every forceful thrust.
“you’re mine,” he groans, the words slipping out before he can stop them, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you—hot, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. his body trembles against yours as he buries himself to the hilt.
“fuuuck, take it…” he rasps, his forehead dropping to press against yours. “so fucking good f’me.”
arranged clanhead! satoru who doesn’t move for a long moment, his chest pressed to yours, his weight pinning you to the mattress. your breath mingles, warm and uneven, and for a fleeting second, he almost forgets why he’s here. why you’re here. but then reality creeps in, sharp and cold, and he pulls out slowly, watching as the mix of his cum and your slick drips onto the sheets.
arranged clanhead! satoru who remembers his duty as clanhead, as the leader of the Gojo Clan. like a good husband—like a good leader—he doesn’t waste a single drop. he shifts, his fingers dipping between your legs to scoop up the cum leaking from you.
“can’t let this go to waste, sweetheart,” he mutters as he pushes the thick mess back into you. his thumb presses against your clit, and he smirks when it earns a soft gasp from you—his fingers sliding deeper. he watches, transfixed, as his cum disappears inside you again, his cock giving a weak twitch at the sight.
arranged clanhead! satoru who rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling as his chest heaves with the effort of catching his breath. he doesn’t reach for you, doesn’t hold you, and you don’t reach for him. the silence afterward is louder than any moan you could make. he tries to ignore the ache in his chest, something he refuses to name.
arranged clanhead! satoru who lies awake long after you’ve drifted off, his arm slung over his eyes as he tries to ignore the ache in his chest. he won’t admit it—not to you, not to himself—but he’s starting to crave more than your body. he craves the softness in your voice when you call his name, the quiet way you laugh when you think he’s not listening.
but this is just obligation. just duty. just… fucking. right?
full fic in the works 🫶🏻 lmk if you wanna be tagged.
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Sally is currently trying to raise funds for two main goals: 1. Getting herself and her family out of Gaza. Getting Sally out of Gaza is the very end goal of her fundraiser. It will not be the end of her troubles, but escaping Gaza will allow her to start to rebuild her life. For not just herself, but her family, to start healing from the suffering and trauma they've experienced. There is no assured safety inside of Gaza right now. There is no promise of being full, or hydrated, or healthy, or warm. Getting out of Gaza would be Sally's first step to leading a better life after everything she and her family has experienced. 2. Sally and her family are struggling getting the day to day needs they have. Food, water, shelter, bedding, clothing: all resources that we take for granted that have become rarities in Gaza. Getting their daily needs met is near impossible on a typical day. The prices in Gaza for basic foods are rising constantly. Without a steady supply of food entering Gaza, everybody is desperate to get what little there is. This goes for all of the other supplies people may need in Gaza. It's made worse by the various supporting systems being completely demolished by the occupation. This is why I ask that you consider donating to Sally. To get her and her family of 5 our of Gaza. To get them the food that they need so desperately. They need the support of people outside of Gaza who are willing to aid them. To support them in any way they can. Because any way will help the survive another day and see a day outside of oppression.
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Every day children in Gaza die from cold and hunger. I do not want to lose one of my children after I lost my house, which was bombed and demolished. Please help me, even if just a little. Please do not let me down, my friend. The world left me and I knocked on your door.
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Humbly asking you, my favorite writer for your headcanons for how do you think Mydei, Phainon, Mr. Reca and Anaxa are with clit stimulation.
You got me right when my period started. Why do these asks always find me in these times?
Pairing: Anaxa, Phainon, Mydei, Mr. Reca x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, clit stimulation, teasing, overstimulation, licking, pussyworship, hair-pulling
Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters
A/N: Gonna write a few smutty things in a row cause that's the current mood I'm in lol.
Anaxa keeps you still while his tongue circles your clit. Makes sure that he's doing it right, always a full little circle around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Won't do it any other way no matter how much you beg him to, he is a man set in his ways. But if you don't want to lay back and let him make you cum then he might stop entirely, so think carefully before you ask again.
Phainon is quick to flick your clit back and forth with his tongue and he will never hold you down while he does it. He wants your hips rolling against him, your legs bent, back arched and throat sore from moaning. As you near your peak he moves his tongue faster, almost too fast. His hands seek out yours, the only way to keep you grounded as you come against his tongue.
Mydei always insists on licking your clit for a bit before any kind of penetration happens. Depending on how much he wants to make you come he might give you a few orgasms just from that before he shoves his cock into you. It's much more fun when you're really sensitive and all but begging for him mouth, his tongue. By the end of it he's got your pussy juice all over his face and he is proud of it.
Mr. Reca holds you down while he's sucking on your clit mercilessly. He lets you pull his hair all you want but he pins your legs open so he can keep eye contact while he gets sloppier and sloppier with his mouth. Like he could ever get enough of you, your taste, your noises. Nothing could make him pull away from you now, not until he sees your eyes roll back and your body go boneless on the bed.
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Challenging
Luigi Mangione x reader
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a/n: i do my fanfic writing on ao3 now- including ceo killer smut, but i saw that blindfold video and i knew what i had to do and i knew the tumblr girlies were the crowd for this. i'm so sorry i don't know which depraved part of my brain this came from it just happened
cw: blindfolding, edging, author whipping her head back and forth as luigi and reader go back and forth on who the hell is the dom here
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It had started off as a joke, really.
Well, no- not a joke. When you quietly told your boyfriend you'd thought he looked "bite-able" in that blindfold, you had said so with a laugh to give yourself the excuse of being totally joking if he wasn't down to let you try the whole concept out in the privacy of his bedroom.
It normally would've been disappointing to leave your friend group's get-together so early- after all, you had movies and drinks planned, but wouldn't you know; an hour after your innocent comment in his ear, your neighbor coincidentally needed a ride to the hospital. Crazy how these things work out.
No, it was not disappointment you felt this time. An all too familiar sensation built between your thighs when his hand gripped the steering wheel, driving a little too fast back home.
You had almost asked your friend for the blindfold, but then you would of had to hear her ask why you'd need one when you were going to drop your neighbor off at the hospital, and you figured it'd be easier to just make do with something from your closet. Which you would- your brain was already brewing with ideas of different scraps of fabric you could use as a makeshift blindfold.
Back to your current predicament: soaking through your underwear, Luigi's fingers the star of the show you're playing in your mind as he drives you both home, and the bulge in his jeans.
"Tell me what's on your mind, love," he smirks, and then he's dragging his free hand that's not operating a moving vehicle up your thigh. Your breath hitches as he runs a thumb gently over the fabric covering your skin.
You stay silent, because if you speak you might just break immediately and beg for him to pull over and fuck you stupid on the side of the road.
He hmphs, delivering a firm smack to your thigh, and you let out a whimper at the stinging.
Luigi is normally a very safe driver, but it is nothing short of an absolute miracle that there were no cops out on the road to pull him over for a speeding ticket. It feels like you're parking and pulling out your apartment keys before the stinging sensation stops lingering.
You both say hello to your neighbor and his dog, about to go on a walk, and then shut the door.
"He looks remarkably well for someone needing to go the hospital," you joke, reaching your hands up to thread your fingers through Luigi's curls.
He leans into your touch, pinning you against the wall by the door in the process. This leads to your mouth being absolutely devoured by his own; your boyfriend is kissing you so desperately that when you pull away, a whine releasing from the back of his throat.
That blue checkered shirt, while fitting him exceptionally well, is unbuttoned and abandoned on the floor before you even drag him to the bed, wasting no time turning on any light except the bare minimum to see his shaking hands and achingly hard dick straining in his pants.
Pushing him down on the bed, you climb in on top of him, straddling his hips and shoving his shoulders down so his head meets the pillow. His arms go to find the hem of your own shirt, assisting you in pulling it off and then reaching to get the rest of your clothes off.
When the both of you are left in your underwear, your wetness is more prominent to Luigi, and he takes a breath, going to reach to help you out, but you're off his lap and hurrying to your closet.
"Baby," he mutters, his hand going to rest over his boxers.
Bingo. An old scarf- or, to better describe it, the idea of a scarf, because you had started crocheting it and then just never finished. However, it was perfect for the debauchery you had planned for you and your boyfriend.
"What's wrong?" you asked sweetly, stalking over to him and slowly climbing back on the bed to resume your position. "What can I do to help you out?"
You take his hand off his bulge, resting it on his side, and he shifts, his breath deepening.
"Need you so bad, please," he mutters. You drop the scarf while you place kisses down his jawline, eventually making your way to his ear.
"Lay back for me."
He obeys.
Luigi's eyes drop to the scarf, a smile building in the corners of his mouth makes you blush. There's no way you'll be able to keep your composure and not let him fuck your brains out, but you gotta keep it together long enough that you can get your boyfriend whining and moaning for your touch. You press another kiss to his lips, and tie the blindfold around his head, securing it in the back before ruffling his hair and grabbing his chin with your fingers.
"Not that you would know, but every single girl there was staring at you with that blindfold on," you remarked, your other hand running down his chest.
"Is someone j-" Luigi's voice falters when your fingers reach the waistband of his boxers, tracing over them.
"Hmm?"
You continue running your fingers over the skin, not bothering to take the fabric off until he can manage to form some words for you.
"If you were j- fuck- if you were jealous, you hid it very well," he says, hips raising so you can slide off his boxers.
Not jealous. Maybe a little annoyed, sure. But those girls were back there, and you were right here, with Luigi on your bed, your name falling from his lips, begging you to touch him.
"Or maybe that's why you were practically in my lap afterwards, huh?" he continues. "Wanting to show everyone there that I'm yours? Don't wanna share me?"
You're the one on top, you remind yourself so you don't melt in his hand and let him roll over to pin you down on the sheets. You look down at his dick, hard and standing at attention, waiting to be dipped into your warm, wet pussy.
Not yet. Not yet.
You move your mouth back down to his neck, right behind his ear, and bite down lightly.
Luigi gasps, but you quickly shush him and repeat the action on the other side of his face, a little harder this time.
"I told you I wanted to bite you," you admit, smirking when he throws his head back at the soothing kisses you leave over the teeth marks.
He twitches when your thumb finally runs over the tip, hands fidgeting at his sides. You watch his mouth open and close when you gather some of the precum, spreading it all over his length.
Breathtaking. He's truly the most beautiful man you've ever seen.
You feel more wetness gather between your thighs when you look at how hard he is, and how muscular his thighs are, and how you'd love to lower yourself on to him and take what you wanted. Instead, you wrap your fingers around him, pumping the length until his hands go to grab your waist.
You freeze, and Luigi whines again, bucking his hips up into your hand.
"Did I tell you that you could move, baby?" you scold him again, your free hand grabbing the nape of his neck, moving your lips closer to his. When he doesn't answer, you ask again.
"No- no, you didn't, fuck- baby, baby please keep going-"
Luigi's voice grows more desperate, filling you with a high that feels intoxicating. His precum soaks your fingers, his breath shaky- you want him so bad. Patience is becoming an unbelievably challenging attribute.
"Be a good boy and keep your hands to your side," you order.
He does. You watch the way his face contorts as you make him feel good, reveling in his moans. You continue stroking him until his whines get to a higher pitch, until he's involuntarily thrusting up into your hand.
You don't think you've ever been this wet.
When you know he's about to cum, you slowly pull your fingers away, licking all the precum off of them.
"No-" he protested, squirming and gripping the sheets so he doesn't reach and finish the job for you. "I was good- please- I wanna cum so bad, please."
You run your thumb over his cheek, tutting at the desperation in his voice.
"Maybe if you sit still, I'll think about it."
Maybe your newfound confidence is due to your own overwhelming urge to orgasm. Hearing him fall apart under you like this certainly helps as well. You adjust yourself in his lap, gripping his arms to support yourself in your quest to get a bit more comfortable, and then you pull of your own underwear.
However, you don't slide him inside you. Your own fingers go to run up and down your slit, and you sigh at how wet you are. It's incredibly tempting to use them to get yourself off, but knowing that Luigi's are right in front of you makes yours worthless by comparison. So you opt for grinding your pussy against his thigh, coating it in your slick.
You take a breath when you hit just the right spot, and you don't even say anything when your boyfriends hand shoots out to your waist to stabilize you and guide your body.
He whimpers when you grip his shoulders, quickening your pace as you use his thigh. Any other thought that wasn't about cumming like this was out the window, and it didn't help Luigi was coaxing it out of you, cursing and whimpering for him to let him help you out, for you to just take his blindfold off-
You snap back into reality before you finish, and with every single ounce of self-control you can muster, you pull yourself back.
Dipping your fingers into your pussy, you collect the wetness that's dripping out of you and bring it to Luigi's lips.
"Open," you command, and he eagerly takes your digits in his mouth, licking them clean and whimpering at how good you tasted.
It will be a cold day in hell before you forget that vision: him blindfolded, hand gripping your wrist and sucking on your fingers like it was candy.
You tug his hands back down to his side, ordering for him to keep them there, but he speaks up.
"Please, I need to feel you," he cries, squirming underneath.
You find a little bit of sympathy for him, because he asked so nicely.
So you only bring him to the edge one more time, as opposed to your original plan. He's trembling underneath you, whines and whimpers tumbling out of his mouth when you pull away again right before he cums, but you go back down again, this time with your mouth.
Luigi fucking sobs, hands pawing at the sheets and your hair and everywhere he can reach as you take all of him in, licking and bobbing your head up and down.
When he cums, it's everywhere. You think you have most of it in your mouth, swallowing it with the feeling of absolute ecstasy running through your body, but it's on his stomach, on yours, in your hair..
"You should see yourself, Lu," you tease, collecting the white off his chest and licking your fingers clean.
He doesn't respond for a minute, too out of breath. When he finally comes back around, he lets out a relieved sigh.
"Was the blindfold really that arousing?" he half-joked, rubbing his forehead and getting a little bit of cum on the edge of the scarf still tied around his eyes.
You shake your head yes, but then realize he still can't see you. When you go to answer him verbally, he starts again.
"Take it off me," he orders quietly, and you know you're about to get it.
When you finally let him have a look at you, he smirks.
"There you are."
He looks so angelic laying there, that you almost forget you haven't finished yet, and there's an ache between your legs that's begging to be quelled.
"Let's get this thing off you," he continues, taking the bra that you hadn't bothered to remove before and discarding it on the floor.
Luigi scoots you closer up his body, and you realize where he's going with this.
"Baby-" you plead, whimpering when his hands dig a little too hard into your hips. He smiles innocently up at you, the same kind of smile you gave him before blindfolding him and ruining his orgasms.
"M'just gonna make you feel good," he mumbles, and you gasp when he pulls you up onto his face. "Be a good girl for me."
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥
Parings → Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings → fluff, awkwardness, new relationship
Summary → Peter walks in on you sleeping in a towel.
Peter was excited, practically bouncing on his feet as he approached your house. The two of you had been dating for a month now, and he loved surprising you whenever he could. You worked long shifts at the café and were always tired when you got home. He figured surprising you today, spending time with you and Maybe if possible, having dinner together, would be a great way to relax.
Your mom opened the door, smiling when she saw him. "Peter! What a surprise. Come on in."
"Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. Is Y/n home?" Peter asked, stepping inside and rubbing his palms together nervously.
"She just got home not too long ago. She's in her room, probably resting. Why don’t you stay for dinner?"
Peter grinned. "Thanks! I’d love to."
Your mom chuckled at his eagerness. "Go on up and say hi to her. Just knock first, you know how Y/n can be after work."
Peter nodded, making his way to your room. As he climbed the stairs, he felt that familiar nervous energy bubble up in his stomach. It was still new—this whole relationship thing with you. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was, but that didn’t stop him from feeling jittery around you sometimes.
When he reached your bedroom door, he knocked softly. "Y/n? It’s me, Peter."
Silence.
He knocked again, a little louder. "Y/n? You there?"
Still no response. He furrowed his brow, listening closely, and then decided to quietly open the door. Maybe you fell asleep. As he stepped inside, he froze, his eyes widening at the sight before him.
There you were, lying across your bed, indeed fast asleep, but wrapped in nothing but just a towel. Your damp hair spilled over your pillow, and your cheek was squished against the fabric, giving you that adorable post-nap look. Peter's heart skipped a beat, and not just because you looked so beautiful. He immediately felt awkward, his cheeks flushing bright red.
“Oh… oh no," he whispered to himself, quickly shutting the door behind him. He looked away, trying to figure out what to do. Should he wake you? Leave? He didn’t want to make things awkward, but the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and freak out because he saw you like this.
Peter bit his lip, staring at the floor. "Okay, uh… just breathe, Parker. It’s fine. It’s totally fine."
He approached the bed cautiously, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling gently as you slept. Part of him wanted to let you rest—you worked so hard all the time—but the other part was panicking because, well, towel.
"Y/n… Y/n?" He whispered your name softly, hoping you’d wake up without too much of a start. He lightly touched your shoulder, and that seemed to do the trick. You stirred, letting out a soft groan as your eyes fluttered open.
"Mmm… Peter?" You mumbled, still half-asleep.
"Uh, yeah. Hey," Peter said, his voice slightly strained as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, I… I knocked, but you didn’t answer, and your mom said I could come up, and… you were asleep. In...a... a towel."
Your eyes shot open as you processed his words, immediately realizing your current state. "Oh my god!" You yelped, sitting up and clutching your towel tightly around yourself. Your face turned beet red as you pulled the blanket over your body for extra coverage.
Peter quickly turned away, raising his hands in surrender. "I didn’t see anything! I swear, I just—uh—I just… didn’t know what to do!"
You blinked a few times, your heart racing from the embarrassment, but after a moment, you couldn’t help but laugh. Peter was a flustered mess, standing there with his back turned, still rambling nervously.
"It’s fine, Peter. I’m not mad," you reassured him, though your voice still held a hint of laughter. "I was just… I fell asleep after my shower."
Peter slowly turned around, relief flooding his features. "Oh, thank God. I thought I’d ruined everything for a second."
You smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself as you sat up more comfortably on the bed. "No, you’re fine. I’m the one who fell asleep in a towel. That’s on me."
Peter chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I mean, you must’ve been really tired." He gestured toward the door. "Should I, uh… wait outside while you get dressed?"
You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Yeah, that’d be great. Give me like… five minutes."
"Right! Five minutes. Got it." Peter quickly shuffled out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against it, letting out a long breath. That was definitely not how he expected the evening to go.
Inside, you hurriedly got dressed, your heart still racing from the awkwardness. You couldn’t believe Peter had seen you like that, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but smile at how sweet and awkward he was about the whole situation. It was kind of cute, actually.
After a few minutes, you pulled on a comfy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, feeling much more relaxed now that you were clothed. You opened the door and found Peter standing in the hallway, still looking a little sheepish.
"Okay, I’m decent now," you said, smiling at him.
Peter turned around, grinning nervously. "Awesome. So… dinner?"
You laughed softly. "Yeah, let’s go."
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Dinner was surprisingly less awkward than you thought it would be. Once the initial embarrassment wore off, you and Peter fell back into your usual rhythm, chatting and laughing over the meal your mom had made. Peter was his usual dorky self, cracking jokes and making you smile, and soon, the towel incident felt like a distant memory.
"So," Peter said between bites, "I was thinking… maybe after dinner, we could watch a movie or something? You know, since we haven’t really had a proper date night in a while."
You raised an eyebrow playfully. "You mean, apart from you seeing me half-naked earlier? That wasn’t enough excitement for you?"
Peter nearly choked on his food, his face turning red again as you laughed. "Okay, okay, I deserve that," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. "But in my defense, it was an accident."
"An adorable accident," you teased, making him blush even more.
"Y/n!" He groaned, covering his face with his hands. "You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?"
You grinned, leaning across the table to give him a playful poke. "Nope. But it’s okay. It’s part of your charm."
Peter peeked out from behind his hands, his lips curling into a shy smile. "Well, as long as you still like me, I guess I’ll survive."
You smiled back at him, your heart swelling with affection. "Of course I still like you, Parker. You’re my favorite dork."
Peter’s face lit up at your words, and he leaned across the table, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "And you’re my favorite person."
The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on the couch, watching movies, and just enjoying each other’s company. All the awkwardness from earlier melted away, replaced by the warm, comforting feeling that came with being around someone you cared about.
And while Peter would probably still blush whenever he remembered the towel incident, it didn’t matter. He had you, and that was all that mattered.
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josh putting a bratty reader in their place.
(warnings): nsfw, reader has female anatomy, pussy spanking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, spitting, slightly proofread, sorry for any typos!
yes josh loves a mouthy or sassy partner. josh gives off vibes of enjoying someone with a little brattiness to their personality because he loves how unpredictable you are. he finds it so easy to tease you, and he thinks it's both cute and hot when you don't take his shit and call him out. but he also enjoys putting you in your place if he needs to as well.
so imagine getting mouthy with josh after he asks you a simple question. you're giving him the nastiest attitude, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.. and at first he thinks maybe you're just having a bad day, so he lets it slide... not without a few jokes that pisses you off, obviously. but if it persists...
josh is murmuring to himself as he makes his way to the bedroom. he stops by the doorway, forearm resting on the frame before he speaks. "hey babe, do you uh know the last place i left my hoodie?"
you look up from your phone, letting out a dramatic sigh before meeting josh's gaze. "really.. again? maybe if you took better care of your stuff, you wouldn't have to ask me every five seconds."
josh is so used to your smart mouth by now because he's awfully calm, tilting his head at you and pretending to be hurt by your little comment. "ouch. is that how you talk to your boyfriend?"
you roll your eyes at him, knowing that he was already starting to entertain the situation and enjoy it a little too much. "josh, don't piss me off.. you really don't wanna get me upset right now."
josh laughs at your pouty face, pushing off the doorframe and making his way closer to your sitting form on the bed. "oh, wouldn't i?" he teasingly ask. he really couldn't take you serious when you looked so cute trying to be all mean to him.
"you're so damn cute," he murmurs, leaning down and gently cupping your jaw in his hand. "but if you keep this up, i'm gonna have to remind you who you're talking to. alright, sweetheart?"
for a moment, the only thing you can do is stare up at him, contemplating if you should say something snarky back, and he's just waiting for the moment.. you can tell. he knows it'll happen, but you wanna try and prove him wrong.
... which is why you couldn't resist and replied with something bratty..
... which is also why you're in the current predicament of josh in between your thighs, lapping hungrily at your drooling and overstimulated cunt. this was the third time he was making you cum and no he didn't care about the way you were tugging sharply on his hair or how you whined out that it was all "too much," because you should've thought about that when he warned you the first time.
"mmh ohh fuck..!" you cried out, your voice trembling and legs threatening to close around josh's head, but his hands are moving to firmly grip your thighs, forcing them to stay open. he was purposely ignoring your cries of his name, his tongue flicking your puffy clit, humming in amusement at the way you babble out incoherent sentences.
you're moaning and drooling and josh loves how obedient you are when you're like this, how you're crying out strings of "..i'msorry-! promise i'll be good..!" and man he really wants to take your word for it, but he's gotten used to those empty promises, not even those pretty little tears could save you.
josh briefly pulls his head back, giving you false hope that he's finally giving you a break, only for him to spit directly on your clit before he's messily circling his tongue around the sensitive bud again, licking up his own saliva mixed with your arousal.
you're so out of it — eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling with the urge to cum again — you couldn't help the way you frantically started to buck your hips into his face until your cumming all over josh's mouth and chin.
"fuckfuckfuck- i'm cumming..!"
josh eagerly laps up your cum before pulling back and wiping his mouth, admiring his handiwork. he loved seeing you like this. whiny and so sensitive.. and completely not like your usual bratty self. he laughs softly to himself, impressed by how he's got you like a puddle just from eating you out, he could almost feel bad for you!
he brings his hand between your thighs to cup your overstimulated cunt, laughing when you're flinching at his touch and closing your legs around his hand. "keep 'em open, hon..." he warns softly, prying your legs back open with his free hand and pinning one of your thighs against the bed.
"mm-mm, no more..! too much.." you cry out, frustrated tears pricking the corner of your eyes that makes him fake a sympathetic pout.
"oh no.. oh no, no, no.." josh murmurs playfully, eyes softening at your vulnerable state as his fingers continue to caress your folds, coaxing moans and whines from your throat. he's so unserious, and it's absolutely infuriating. "don't tell me you're tapping out.."
and just when you think that he's finished having his fun with you, he's removing his hand — not giving you a second for a breather before he's bringing it down to land a sharp smack directly to your wet cunt, making you moan out in shock and instinctively shut your legs around his hand again.
josh tuts disapprovingly, firmly pulling your legs apart again, his amused eyes meeting your glossy ones. "close your legs again, and i'm tying you down next."
"mnh, josh—!"
"keep. them. open."
you're crying out loudly again, eyes screwing shut and body jolting softly as he continues to smack your sensitive and weeping pussy with every punctuated word.
it feels like it goes on for so long. you're trembling after each slap, struggling to be good and take what he's giving you, and josh just loved having you wrapped around his finger like this!
"that's it, sweetie... just a little more. i know you can take it." he coaxes with a few more teasing slaps before he's finally relenting and smoothing his hand over your sore skin.
by the end of it you're whimpering, chest heaving with relieved sighs as josh wipes away your stray tears. he coos at you in the most mocking way possible and gosh he just really didn't think that it was enough. he wanted to ruin you some more.
"are you gonna be good now?" josh asked, that stupid sarcasm still laced in his voice.
"m..mhm!" you frantically nod, hiccuping and whining out soft pleas as josh's gaze flicker over your tear-stained face. he stays silent for a moment, his fingers continuing to massage over your stinging and puffy folds that has you letting out soft whines. he's teasing you, letting the silence stretch for a moment longer before finally letting out a playful 'nah.'
"i don't think you're telling me the truth, hon!"
josh is nowhere near done with you! not even after hearing those soft and broken cries. if you could be bratty even after he warned you to behave, then you can handle what he gives you.
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Harsh words from a beloved friend
Forgotten reader au scenario
Btw this was inspired by this post right here, and the concept and AU are NOT mine. They belong to @lovelybrooke . If you want to know more about the AU and support the creator, please do. They need all the love for their hard work!
WARNING! Before you read this fic includes: violence towards the reader, bullying, infantilization towards the reader, xenophobia? (I think idk), yandere behaviors, manipulation, gaslighting, and other topics that I may have forgotten that are probably triggering as well read at your own risk
A/n: whew, it's done finally. I hope you like it, everyone! Please tell me if I did represent infantilization inappropriately or not accurately in the comments. Constructive criticism is allowed. Also, if anyone can tell me what the headboard represents, it means you get your request written next!
You were lying in your bed relieved at last after barely surviving another harsh day at UA ever since the teachers and your classmates found out about you and Shigaraki's relationship for things have been going crazy and downhill, Aizawa would always have a strange expression on his face as if he was ashamed of himself and pitying you, it felt strange and discomforting like he NOW realized his actions which ticked you off a little but you brushed it pretending to be nonchalant about it
Next was your former friend Izuku, ever since he heard the news he and his gang would make constant checks on you which was very unnecessary in your opinion, izuku would purposely get in the middle of you and Neito's conversation, asking about your concerns and try to get you to spill out how you currently feel in his intention to try to be a better friend again by comforting you in his imagination to your luck tho Neito would shoo him off before he could even continue and quickly drag you away which you thanked him for.
But Bakugo and his friends were the worst. If not worse hell. Every time you walk into the class, they start to give you piercing glares as if they intentionally want to make you tense up. Their words have been becoming harsher during training but you tried to ignore them until they started using physical threats under a ruse as "jokes" Honestly you were scared for your safety so you tried to avoid them as much as possible, begging either Neito or Shinso to assist you while dismissing their questions or concerns, not even thinking what could happen if you were to ever run into them alone
Whenever you are, you repeatedly check your surroundings, making sure nobody is following you, making sure the coast is clear enough to make a run for it in your dorms and locking it.
You were beginning to be more skittish and more anxious about your surroundings always getting started by every single touch on the shoulder or when your friends tried to get your attention, whenever they asked about your sudden behavior you quickly pushed it to the side or made excuses
One day you decided to eat lunch with Tamaki since Hitoshi and Neito were busy with training and stuff, the two of you didn't talk much when eating together but you were comfortable with his presence enough to make some small talk here or there then continued eating, as you were enjoying your lunch Tamaki spoke something out the blue "y/n..are you ok?" You stopped eating and looked up at him "Of course I am why wouldn't I be" Tamaki hesitated a bit but he continued "Y-you're acting all skittish all of a sudden whenever we talk you feel like someone or something is watching you please I'm your friend you can tell me anything-" "I'm fine Tamaki I promise you dont need to be asking me" Tamaki was taken aback at your quick response you noticed his guilty expression and took a deep breath
"I-I'm sorry I'm just stressed from all the tests and stuff you know hero stuff can be stressful" A chuckle left your mouth as you took another bite "Oh alright if you say so but if anything birhtering you dont be afraid to c-come to me alright" you sighed in relief happy that Tamaki believed you so the Two if you continued with your lunch hang out
But that was so far from the truth
Tamaki knows when something is wrong especially when it comes to the people he cares deeply about, for example, he knows when Mirio is faking a smile or when he senses Neijire feeling uncomfortable or how Kirishima tries to stay determined even tho he can hear the slight tremble and stutter in his voice, and this time he now sees it more Cleary as he sees you slowly taking a bite out your food sweating in fear and your fingers twitch a bit it's so clear that you're nervous about something so why not tell him?
He swore to this day he swore he'd find out about whoever is causing you this, and he would protect you from them; for now, he just needs to keep a close eye on you from a distance...
When the two of you finished lunch, Tamaki offered to walk you to the class which you accepted as two if you walked towards your class in a comfortable silent, as you made it to the door you waved farewell to Tamaki and made it to your seat
As the class carried on and everyone was writing down notes for the next test, you couldn't help but feel some glares in you. Of course, you knew who they were, but you felt a particular glare, a glare that made your spine curl up. You wanted to ignore the feeling, but it just wouldn't go away curious but scared you grabbed a mirror/glasses (just any object that fits with a mirror) faced towards you, and slowly rotated it to see a reflection of a couple of your classmates
It seemed fine everyone was either focused on their notes reading or doing whatever until it hit Kirishima... you jumped when his eyes were staring directly at the back of your head intensely his teeth almost showing as if he was gonna rip you apart after class, your heart rate was now increasing you tried to steady your breathing to cover up the fear and confusion, why was he looking at you like..wait of course you know why but why does it feel like he's gonna do something to me...
You looked around to see something or someone to save you from this situation until you remember you do not have anyone in this class to rely on and Neito and Shinso were extra busy, as the class bell rang everyone got up to their seats including Kirishima he began slowly walking towards you with a dangerous glint in his eyes you stood still shaking a bit in your seat trying your best to avoid contact he was inches away from your desk
As he was about to take another step, a sickly sweet voice came out of the blue and blocked your view between Kirishima and you. "Why don't we go to the library for tutoring? We haven't done it in a while, plus I'll help you improve!" You looked up that the black ponytail girl momo was it? The two of you would do tutoring together at the beginning when she began to "forget" them and just stop hosting and inviting you all together
You didn't like her sessions at all now that you remember she would always treat you like some sort of baby early on as if she was holding an animal picture book and pointing out all the animals and mimicking the noises you were so glad Kendo and teru eventually teached you
But it seemed like you didn't have a choice, but you would rather go with a ponytail than wanna know that guard dog would do; all you had to do was zone out of Momo's lessons and wait until it got dark to make an excuse to meet up with Kendo, perfect plan right?
The library would've been peacefully quiet if it weren't for Momo constantly getting your attention to look at some words that you already knew and then talk to you slowly so you could "understand" better you muster up a smile at best to reassure her that you were listening when in your mind you wanted to leave as fast as possible and meet with Kendo
As the clock finally gave you mercy and struck 5pm, you hurriedly made an excuse to end today's session. "Oh man, momo, I think the tutoring session is up. Gotta leave!" You quickly got up, pulled in the chairs, and were about to walk out. "So soon? We just got started! Plus, I can do 2 more hours-" "Oh I would love to but I'm meeting up with Kendo and I don't wanna be a bad friend and ditch her" You didn't see Momo's cheery expression fall as you were too busy packing up and heading out the library "I'll see ya later!" You bid her as the door slammed shut the library became quiet once again with only the ponytail girl's blood boiling trying to keep her cool with a tight lip smile as she waved
You pull out your phone quickly texting her that you are coming which she replies with a smiley face emoji you chuckle texting her some memes and pictures as the two of you are spamming each other's memes back and forth you don't notice how much trouble you'll be in
As you accidentally bump into someone, you quickly backed away for a split second and apologized. You took your eyes out of your phone for a second to see who you bumped into to give them a proper apology and saw..
Oh no...
Kirishima
"You.." you mentally cussed as you backed away from him cautiously. "Oh uh hey-" "Don't 'hey' me, you traitor, you, Mole!" His anger was building up as he stomped towards you and pushed you on the ground; you could barely comprehend what the hell he was talking about and why he pushed you. "What-" "You sympathizer, you traitor. I don't even know how a villain like you could still be in this school!" His words are full of venom" "I know we were a bit harsh to you, but outing us out to the most dangerous fucking villain?! What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"I didn't know he was a villain nor did I know his name!? It's not like I knew he played video games!" "Again with these weak excuses, it was so obvious he was Shigaraki!" "Maybe I would've known I had friends and not be bullied by some blonde brute and his lapdogs!" Kirishima turned to you now with a more angry expression as if he was offended without a moment he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and lifted you to his level
"You have no right to call us that when you're a simple Mole to a dangerous villain who is trying to kill us all!" He molded his free into a fist and reeled it back you bit his hand as hard as you could to make him let go but he bit his tongue and endured the pain even when his hand drew blood
As he was about to land a punch, a sudden tentacle came shooting out of nowhere toward Kirishima's free hand restraining it "Kirishima" The red hair froze at the familiarity of who that voice was, he slowly turned to see where the voice came from and only stopped mid way when he saw the indigo hair male, Tamaki his eyes glared at Kirishima in disappointment and betrayal, Kirishima quickly dropped you as you landed with a harsh thud, rude.
"T-Tamaki senpai!!, it's not what it is-" "insulting your classmate and was about to punch them? Yeah, seems how it exactly is." his words were cut off as he walked past him and toward you, gently helping you up and getting on your feet. "Are you okay? He didn't leave any bruises or marks on you, did he?" You shook your head, still in shock about Tamakis sudden behavior, as Kirishima's anger grew at the sight of the person he grew respect for that he looked up to! Is defending you?! He couldn't stand it
"Why are you defending them you don't know how much danger they put us through!" As Tamaki looked back at the boy with a serious expression," And, do you think bullying and degrading them is any better? This isn't something a hero should do, Kirishima. Have you ever thought about what they feel about it or if they intentionally wanted to?" Kirishima paused for a moment and didn't utter anything, only just avoiding his gaze. "I thought you were better than this, Kirishima; what happened to you being the "manliest hero in the hero alliance?" Was that all a ruse?" "N-no tamaki senpai it no-"
"I don't want you anywhere near me or them I don't respect someone who bullies others"
Those words shattered Kirishima as he looked in disbelief. His thoughts became a blur as he saw his mentor, his friend, leaving with his hands protectively around you, getting far away from him... was he the problem all this time?
Was he actually a lapdog?..
...
"Thanks back there you didn't have to." He stopped at his track and smiled. "No, It's fine. You weren't in the wrong anyway he was. Don't feel guilty for something you did that wasn't in your control." You looked up at him, surprised."You're not mad at me? even when I became a...mole?" That's when Tamaki embraced you with a warm hug "Of course not, even when you make a dangerous mistake like that it was the villain's fault for trying to get in your head and manipulate you but you stood strong and made the right choice by informing the teachers therefore you're not a traitor nor a Mole in my perspective"
Your eyes brimmed with tears with his words, "Thank you, thank you," as you hugged him back a little tighter. Was your luck finally turning around? Maybe not, but slowly, but at least you had more people who didn't see you as a nuisance, a child, or any traitor. It felt nice that you were treated as a human being Even if it was temporary.
A sudden buzz on your phone caught your attention, and it was still snuggled in your pocket. As you pick it up, you see a bunch of missed calls and messages from Shinso, Neito, and Kendo, all spamming concerns about your safety or if they needed to come. "Oh shit! I gotta run my friends are worried for me and Tamaki thank you I'm sure you're gonna be a great hero one day as you gave him one last hug before running off looking for you're friends before they hunt someone down to find you
Timeskip
The next day was a regular day as usual you went into class avoided everyone as possible (mostly Izuku and his gang) sat down at the back of the class and started the school day as you were doodling down stuff you noticed how dull and quiet Kirishima became when he usually would go to mina as they chat each other's ears off all-day but instead he stayed where he was and just looked down at his desk mina came over looking concern for him
"Hey Kirishima you ok man" The bubbly teen hit him on his shoulder playfully but he all did was look at her, nod, and go back to what he was doing which made the hair girl awkward and murmur an "ok" and sat back down when the teacher came in to start the lesson
Even at training, Kirishima didn't utter a single word to you or his friends. Even when they were teasing you, he just looked away. "Hehe, yeah, they're so weak, right? Kirishima, cmon say something!" His other friend Denki kept pressuring him poking his shoulder and urging him to speak but all smack his hand away and walked back leaving his friends in shock and disappointment
Even at lunch, he wasn't even interacting with anyone, just playing with his food as he barely ate. Everyone sat in silence and stared at him until his best friend finally spoke up, "The hell is up with your shitty hair?" He was then ignored as the red hair kept poking with his food staring down at it, making the blonde more irritated. He snatched his tray away and put it far from the table "Are you ignoring me?" Kirishima finally looked up at him with an annoyed expression "I just said millions of times I'm fine blasty so can I please have my food back" bakugo slammed his hand down hard infront of him
"Like hell you are! You've been acting quiet for the whole damn day! And It's getting pretty damn annoying, so spit it out. God damnit, I'm tired of this childish shit" "Kaccha,n, chill o, ut, . Don't you think you're being a bit harsh?" Denki butted him, trying to de-escalate the situation "he's right. What if he's having a bad day today? Or recently but he's right Kirishima we're all worried for you so please stop ignoring us and tell us" Everyone at the table joined him questioning and pressuring him to speak
He covered his ears not wanting to hear more without glancing a final Time at Tamaki and you talking and smiling at each other laughing tears began to brim his eyes as he got up from his seat and quickly ran out leaving his group and even Katsuki speechless
As he made it to the bathroom, he locked himself in there and took a deep breath. He then lifted his head and stared at the mirror, his reflection. "Why, just why did he have to go side with them fuck.." tears slide across his cheeks and fall through the sink he wanted to be angry at you so bad wanted to pin the blame on you or something to make him feel like he was in the right but the memories the flashbacks of how he and his friends mistreated you keep flooding back into his mind making him frustrated and yet gulity..?
Is he feeling guilty? For himself, no... for you, but how?! You're supposed to be the bad guy, not him. Why is he feeling remorse for you out of all people? Why does he suddenly feel like he wants to go on your knees and apologize it was supposed to be the opposite it's such a headache honestly and he couldn't make it stop he wants to stop thinking altogether
A knock at the door startled him and snapped him out of his thoughts. "Uh hey, is the bathroom available he stared at the door for a moment until he spoke up, clearing his throat, "Uh yeah, sorry! I'll unlock it!"
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TreeHouse Chapter 3
"This is your first shower.... in how long?"
Summary: Chris gets the news that everything is going to change.
"Thousands have lived without love, not one without water."
⚠️This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of abuse.⚠️
Please Read At Your Own Risk.
Chris' POV:
"Say it again." They both were glaring down on me.
"I'm Christopher Sturniolo. I've been homeschooled for seven years -" My speech was interrupted with a smack to the mouth. I moved my tongue around in swirls. No blood.
"Eight. It has been Eight years. Say it again." My father balled his hand into a fist, waiting for me to screw up again. I took a hesitant breath before going again.
"My name is Christopher Sturniolo. I've been home-schooled for eight years."
"Why did you not start school with Matt and Nick?" My mother interrogated.
"I was sick. I have an auto-immune disease, Severe Combined Immunodeficiency. I wasn't allowed to be around germs." I winced, thinking I had messed up, but no contact was made with my face.
"Good. You start school tomorrow." Most kids feel a sense of anxiety or dread from their first time back in school after years of homeschooling, but I felt instant relief. It was a few hours out of the day when I could just be free from them. I still had Matt and Nick to deal with, but they couldn't do much in school without any repercussions of getting caught.
"You get three outfits, one bag, and one pair of shoes." I was handed the brand-new items one by one. I moved my fingers across the fabric and felt every little stitch carefully. It was tight-knit and soft—softer than anything I had ever felt before. The clothes I currently had to wear were old, stained, and so worn that they were thin.
"If you fuck up once, you'll regret it." My father stuck his finger in my face. I jumped, expecting some strike, but wasn't met with anything other than his finger dangling in my face. I knew once the beatings lessened, something was up. They never entirely stopped, but they were lighter and almost felt more strategic about where they aimed their aggression. Then they dropped the bomb on me that I had to go back to school. I didn't ask why because I wasn't about to question them or question the one thing that was saving me from them. "Go shower before your brothers get home."
I nodded and took my new items to my room. It was just a dusty mattress on the floor. There were several brown blood stains soaked deep into the uncovered fabric. I held up the clothes to see what I got. I had black baggy jeans, a black long-sleeve, a black tee shirt, a green hoodie with stars on the front, a pair of blue jeans that had some holes, and some camo-printed cargo pants. The shoes were off-white air forces and clearly hand-me-downs from Matt. I neatly folded the clothes and set them on the floor beside my bed. I remembered I needed to shower before Matt and Nick got home, so I quickly went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I took off my dirty clothes and stepped under the stream. The hot water was stinging my fresh burns, so I turned it to a cooler temperature. I was annoyed that I couldn't enjoy a piping hot shower like I so desperately wanted and needed but any shower at all was a blessing lately. I wondered if they were going to let me shower more often because of school. Going to school was going to change everything. I soaped up everywhere and loved smelling the palm oil steam from the warm water washing it away. I soaped up again. It felt so good to finally get the dirt, blood crust, and lingering feelings from their hands off my body.
"Fuck, yes." I groaned, leaning my head back into the water, realizing I finally got to wash my straw-like hair. I flopped my hair back and forth, listening to the water smack the shower curtain. I felt a lump in my throat build as I kept flicking my hair from side to side. I wanted to cry. I flicked my hair and didn't hear it hit the shower curtain, so I ran my hands over my face to squidgy the water off. I opened my eyes and saw Nick standing there holding the curtain.
"Bet it's nice, huh?" He had a shitty smile plastered on his face.
"Yeah." I covered my package as best as I could. I have been hurt in every which way possible, but not once has any pain been directed lower than my belly button, and I'm grateful for that.
"Why would you shower in cold water, huh?" Nick reached in and turned the knob to become hotter. My burns from the other night were starting to sting again. He knew what he was doing.
"That's, that's good." I winced.
"Come on, this is your first shower... in how long?" He taunted. He turned the knob. I closed my eyes, starting to feel the boils on my skin getting ready to burst.
"It's fine. That's fine." I lied. The hot water had tinted my pale skin pink.
"When you get done, Matt and I need to talk to you about tomorrow." He turned the knob to the hottest it would go. I so desperately wanted to reach out and turn it down; the apparent reaction. But I knew this was mild compared to what they usually do to me. I used my arms to cover the most surface area they could. The burns on my stomach were the worst, so I slightly leaned forward, trying to cover it. Nick aggressively closed the shower curtain when he was bored. As soon as I heard the door close, I turned the water all the way off. I felt a few tears welling up in my eyes from the pain. I leaned against the wall in the shower and tried to hyper-focus on anything other than the tingling all over my body. I looked down at my stomach to see the boils were gone, and the hot water melted away any access skin on the new holes. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on my breathing. The pain slowly subsided. I decided my once peaceful shower was ruined no matter what I did to try to recover it. I stepped out and dried off, gently patting the wounds on my stomach and legs. I looked around for the dirty old pajamas I had been wearing, but they were gone.
"Oh, no," I whispered, wrapping myself up in the towel. I slowly peeked out of the bathroom door. No one was in the hallway, so I quickly, but most importantly quietly, ran into my room. I closed the door silently behind me and rested my back against the door. I sighed heavily with relief.
"Avoiding someone?" My eyes shot open to see the very person I was trying to avoid.
"Matt." I croaked.
"We need to talk about tomorrow." He didn't seem angry, but Matt was the worst when he was furious. I noticed Nick only gave me special attention when he was bored. Mom and Dad were situational and punishment-driven. But Matt, Matt was the worst of them all. He treated me like another sport. I was his opponent, and he wanted to win badly. The catch to his game was that I could never win, even if I tried.
"May I get dressed first?" I didn't want to anger him, but I didn't feel safe being exposed underneath the towel.
"No. I won't be long." His tone was cold. "Tomorrow you are going to school with us. You are not to talk to us. Got it?" I nodded. "Say it out loud!" He yelled. I shuddered, scared. Yelling at me was frequent in this house, so I knew they were unbothered even if they heard him.
"I understand. I won't talk to you." I agreed.
"Good. You are taking the bus. I'm not driving you." I nodded. I was okay with spending less time with them. "If you slip up, we are gonna tell Mom and Dad." His threat held a lot of weight. I couldn't mess up—not with them watching me, not in school, and definitely not at home.
A/N How are we feeling about Chris' first POV chapter?
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From Molly, With Love // George Weasley x F!Reader
Summary: Molly picks her family, no matter who they are, through the sweaters she makes. She's already picked George's SO, you! Warnings: Incredible amounts of fluff, like tooth-rotting. And Percy. A/N: Not sure why it's Christmas all the time in my fics. Just go with it. __________________________________________
Christmas morning was always a conundrum. Especially with the twins involved. I’d planned to sleep without setting an alarm, but I hadn’t expressed that to my two best friends and that had been my big mistake.
“Wake up, sleepy head!” they chorused, jumping on the bed.
I groaned, cracking open an eye to see both boys nearly on top of me, effectively pinning me beneath my blankets.
“Happy Christmas!” they shouted.
“Shhhh. ‘S too early. How’d you get in here this time?”
“That’s for us to know,” Fred started, “and you to find out.” George finished with a grin.
“Alright then, Happy Christmas to you lot, as well.”
I finally opened your eyes completely and sat up, trying to tame my hair and wipe my eyes from sleep. The twins had settled down at the end of my bed and were currently weighing the pile of presents they’d discovered there, attempting to figure out what was in each one. A lumpy one near the bottom was definitely one from Mrs. Weasley, but I knew I had a few from my parents as well as something from the twins.
They didn’t even allow me to get dressed or do anything else before they shoved the small pile of parcels in my lap and stared excitedly. I narrowed my eyes at them, daring them to have done anything remotely prank-related to my things. They looked the picture of innocence, though, in their blue sweaters knitted by their mum.
I opened my parents’ gifts first, the first being three muggle books I’d asked for and the second being a custom-made holster for my wand since my pockets never seemed big enough to hold it. I had a new set of quills from my aunt and uncle in France, too. Then I opened the one Molly had sent me, discovering a lovely emerald sweater with my first initial on it. I ran my hands lovingly over the yarn. Last year I’d gotten a pretty blue one, but I was happier with this green one. Beneath the sweater was a package of homemade fudge that I knew was going to be hidden for a later date. And finally, the twins had gotten me a whole package of my favorite candies and some sachets of tea.
I thanked them both and hugged them, then tugged on my sweater over my pajamas. I’d barely had a chance to run to the bathroom before the boys were dragging me over to the boys dorms to harass their brothers, both Percy and Ron.
“Merry Christmas!” George shouted.
“Hey look—Harry’s got a Weasley sweater, too!” Fred called attention to the sweater Harry had in his possession, one that was the exact same color as my own sweater. I smiled at the boy who looked up at me a bit shyly as Fred snatched the sweater out of his hands.
“Harry’s is better than ours, though.” Fred observed. “She obviously makes more of an effort if you’re not family.” He looked pointedly over at me, but I just shrugged.
I’d met Molly at the end of our first year when the twins and I got off the train. My parents hadn’t been there to meet me at the station, so Molly offered to wait until they got there. I’d felt horrible since they hadn’t shown up for another hour, but Molly and her husband and the boys had all made me feel like I hadn’t been a burden at all and I’d so appreciated it.
To this day, Molly sent me letters every once and awhile to check in, even more than my own parents and I loved the fact that she’d taken the time to knit me a sweater for the last three years. It made me feel special.
“Why aren’t you wearing yours, Ron?” George demanded. “Come on, get it on, they’re lovely and warm.”
I knew George was just trying to get a rise out of Ron, but I did feel bad that Ron didn’t like the sweaters his mum made. I knew he would be more upset if we kept pushing, but George didn’t let up and chucked the sweater at Ron’s head.
“I hate maroon,” the boy moaned, but he did put the sweater on and I beamed at him.
“You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed once the sweater was safely donned by Ron. “I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid—we know we’re called Gred and Forge.” George grinned, his eyes twinkling as he winked at me. I snorted.
“What’s all this noise?” A voice broke through the din we were making and I sighed, knowing exactly who was coming to spoil all the fun. Percy. It’s not that I didn’t like the third eldest Weasley, but he was usually a stick in the mud and he found great joy in ruining our fun.
He’d stuck his head through Ron and Harry’s dorm room door, looking disapproving. It took all that was in me not to laugh at his disheveled curly hair and his smudged glasses. He looked like he’d just gotten up, something I usually didn’t see from “Mr. Perfect Prefect Percy.” Percy was carrying a knitted sweater too and I brightened immediately once I noticed it. I was curious what color he’d get and I was surprised to see that it was a gold color with a maroon ‘P’ sewn in, but it did match his prefect’s badge.
“P is for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on. We’re all wearing ours. Even Harry got one.” Fred said impatiently as he snatched Percy’s sweater from his arms and allowed George to take the other side, forcing it over Percy’s head while he protested.
After they’d shoved it over his head and trapped his arms in the body part since they hadn’t allowed him to get his arms in, I did laugh because he just looked so funny. His glasses were knocked sideways and his hair was even more of a mess.
“And you’re not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said George. “Christmas is a time for family.”
And then we marched Percy into the Great Hall where we all sat at the table and consumed as much food as we were able, the Christmas feast making me feel like I wouldn’t be able to eat anything else for a week with how much I’d eaten. Fred and George kept swapping sweets on their plates and dumping extra peas in my mashed potatoes, but I couldn’t even be angry at them.
Three years later, Molly was still making all of us sweaters and other knitted things and I happily donned a maroon sweater the same shade as Ron’s usual one, my first initial on it in gold again. It was perfectly comfortable and I mooned over it to George as we sat on one of the couches in the common room.
With the Triwizard cup happening this year, mine and the twins’ sixth year, we’d all decided to stay at the castle for Christmas yet again. As much as I loved celebrating Christmas with my family, there was something special about celebrating it at Hogwarts with my friends.
George was sitting back on the couch while I laid my head on his legs, a book over my stomach that I’d honestly forgotten.
“Are you nervous about tonight?” George asked as he brushed a piece of my hair off my forehead. I looked up into his deep eyes and smiled.
“No, I’m not nervous. Are you?” I asked.
George had asked me to the Yule Ball that was happening tonight and I was thrilled. Though I wasn’t sure how George was feeling about it.
“I’m more nervous that I’ll break your foot by stepping on it.” George laughed, poking me in the side. I squirmed away from his touch, slapping his hands away as he continued his ticklish assault.
“I’ll wear bigger shoes to account for the swelling then, shall I?” I teased, causing him to turn a pink color. “Anyway, I did promise Angelina that I’d get ready with her and Katie, so I probably should be off.”
“You, worrying about appearances?” George gasped, “What has the world come to?”
“Hush, you. I’ve got to make sure you don’t outshine me all the time.”
I flashed him another grin and rolled off the couch to head up to the sixth year girls’ room where Angie and Katie were already arguing over makeup colors and whether or not their dates would really care. Considering that Angie was going with Fred, I remarked that he would care. Despite the boys not appearing like they care about things like that, I happened to know that Fred wanted to put on a show at the ball. And Katie was going as “friends” with Cormac McLaggen, a wizard I happened to hate for his bad attitude and pompous behavior.
“Hey!” Angelina protested as I disappeared into our shared bathroom.
“Yes?” I asked, popping my head back into our room. I was sure the others would be there soon and I wanted to get a shower before going through the hassle of hair and makeup, even though Katie had already offered to fix up my hair for me.
“Are you going to have enough time to get ready? You haven’t even started and the ball starts at eight.”
“I’ve got three hours. That should be more than enough time.” I said, and I was right. It didn’t take me more than two to take a shower, change into my dress robes which happened to be maroon just like my sweater, and have Katie do my hair in some elaborate braided crown around my head. Once I’d finished my makeup and donned some gold jewelry, I snagged my cape and headed downstairs before the other girls even thought of it.
And there George was at the bottom of the stairs, lounging on one of the couches beside Fred and Lee Jordan. He looked fantastic in his dress robes and I smiled once he looked up and saw me.
“Blimey, you look gorgeous.” George said as he stood up and met me at the bottom of the steps.
“What, this old thing?” I teased him, “Just something I had lying around waiting for a special occasion. You look spiffy!”
George flushed again and brought me over to the couch. I collapsed between him and Fred, bringing my arms around the two of them.
“Look at my boys! Aren’t they beautiful?” I gushed to Lee, and he laughed at the twins’ expressions, knowing I was giving them grief for no reason besides the fact that it was fun. I smacked kisses to both of their cheeks, Fred wiping it off immediately with a halfway-disgusted look.
“Get off, you big lump.” Fred snorted good-naturedly. “Angie coming down soon?”
“Hold your horses, mister. She’ll come down when she’s good and ready. You reckon Ron figured out who Hermione’s date is yet?” I asked once I noticed the younger girl coming downstairs in her blue dress robes. She’d shown them to me a few weeks ago when she’d gotten them and I had to admit that they looked better on her than I thought, and I’d known she would be gorgeous in them.
“I bet you a galleon he throws a massive fit once he sees.” Fred remarked as Hermione escaped through the portrait hole with a wave back towards us.
“You’re on.” Lee grinned, twiddling his wand between his fingers. The more he did it, the more sparks flew from the end of it and I instinctively turned farther into George to make sure they didn’t fall on my dress. He wrapped an arm around me and tucked me into his chest, causing my heart to start beating a little more erratically. His laugh felt like a rumble underneath me and I hoped he couldn’t feel the change in my heartbeat.
I didn’t know when it had started, really. One day I was with the twins and I realized that, as much as I love them together, I had a major soft spot for George. I’d pretty quickly figured out how to tell them apart when we were younger and the more time I’d spent with them that first year had ensured I never got them confused, so I knew my feelings for George were genuine. He was just so sweet and passionate about his interests, and I realized very soon that my crush was maybe more than a crush. Well, definitely more than a crush. I was pretty sure I’d fallen in love with him. But I didn’t know how George felt.
Sometimes I fancied that I caught him looking at me with a different expression, one that screamed “I like you,” but then I second-guessed myself and told myself it was only a look that a friend would give. But I wanted to know how he felt more than anything, even just so I could move on if he would never feel the same. But, oh, how I wish he did feel the same way.
And then he’d asked me to the Yule Ball, confusing me even more. Fred had asked Angie because he liked her, a fact he’d admitted one night after a few too many spiked butterbeers. I knew Ron had tried asking Hermione, but he hadn’t listened to my advice and he’d asked too late when she’d already gotten another date. I knew Ron hadn’t noticed, but it was pretty clear to quite a few of us that Ron and Hermione had it bad for each other and were completely oblivious to the other’s feelings on the matter. I was sure it was going to blow up in their faces tonight and had put a galleon on it.
Most of the other people I knew who were going were either going strictly as friends or in the relationship mindset, but George had never specified what exactly we were doing. Fred had called out to Angie one night while studying in the common room, asking her to go. I hadn’t been asked yet and I’d voiced how nice it was that Fred was getting a move-on by asking her to go. But then the next day, George had handed me a library book I’d been searching for and promptly pulled me aside and asked me to go to the ball with him. It was quiet and simple and I’d loved him even more for it.
Deep down, I’d been hoping he’d ask me and I’d been thrilled that he had. But his face was saying something totally different and it scared me. I didn’t want to be his pity date, but I’d rather be his date than worry about going to the ball alone.
George broke me from my thoughts by rubbing his thumb over my shoulder and causing goosebumps to form where he’d touched my bare skin. I shivered and looked into his face.
“You ready to head down to the hall?” he asked.
“I don’t mind waiting if you want to go down together.” I murmured, bringing my hand up to still his on my shoulder. He froze at my touch. “But we can go down now if you want to.”
“Let’s go down and scope out the place.” George smiled, getting up and helping me to my feet. “Lads, we’re going to scope out the place. I’m starving, so we’re gonna scheme our ways into getting snacks.”
“Why don’t you just sneak into the kitchens?” Lee asked, looking up at us. I snorted, because way to go Lee for using his brain.
“That’s brilliant. Let’s do that.” I dragged George along for the ride as we made our way to the portrait that would let us into the kitchens. George did the honors of tickling the pear and then we were in the kitchens faster than you could say ‘charm.’
The room was full of amazing treats and the house elves smiled at us as I waved at them. They knew who we were and I’d chatted with loads of them since the twins and I figured out how to get in here. Sometimes I wondered if the twins missed the magic map we’d pilfered from Filch’s office as much as I did on occasion. It was such a wonderful piece of magic, though I was glad Harry seemed to be putting it to good use now since we’d given it to him last year.
Armed with snacks that we carried in our hands for easy access, we exited the kitchens and made our way to the Great Hall, which had been transformed like never before for the ball. McGonagall gave George and I a surly look once she saw what we were carrying, but she didn’t say a word to us about it. I was sure she had more important things to worry about than us stealing snacks from the kitchens, especially since this event wasn’t just for us, but also for the two wizarding schools whose students were currently staying with us.
I spotted Hermione with her date, grinning away as they moved towards the table where they’d be sitting with the other Triwizard Cup champions. It was no surprise that we had assigned seats and I thanked my lucky stars that George and I would be sharing the table with most of the other Gryffindor sixth years.
“Is Hermione here with Krum?” I heard Katie ask, and I was startled since I hadn't even heard her come up behind me. I nodded and she smiled, “Good for her! I wish he was my date.” She tossed a grumpy look at McLaggen who was looking even oilier than usual. To his credit, he pretended not to hear her and instead said hello to George and a few of the other people milling about.
George and I took our seats and watched as other witches and wizards from all three schools entered the room, their reactions the same as ours as they surveyed the room in all its splendor. It was wonderful charm work to convert the room this spectacularly.
I absolutely loved sitting at the table, hearing all the conversations going on around us and admiring everyone’s outfits. George sat as close to me as acceptably allowed, but I didn’t mind it because I’d made up my mind.
At the end of the night, once the dancing was done and we’d eaten as much as we wanted, I was going to tell George how I felt. The thought almost made me sick, but I knew I had to do it. I had to. Otherwise, the feeling was going to eat me alive and I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore, even if he rejected me. At least I’d still have him as a friend, I hoped.
As the night dragged on, especially after Harry’s disastrous dance with one of the Patil sisters, I grew tired. Only George noticed. We’d been out on the dance floor for hours, only taking breaks to down lemonade and pumpkin juice and some sort of punch the house elves had created. I’d probably eaten at least five mince pies and George was well on his way to eating the whole table full of sweets. But after the Weird Sisters had left and the party started dying down, George pulled me aside.
“Wanna take a walk before we go to bed? I bet the third floor is empty. Well, except for Mrs. Norris who’s probably roaming about looking for students making out.” he laughed in my ear, his arm wrapped around my waist.
I shivered at his touch, but nodded, my grin infectious. George grinned back, grabbing both of our cloaks as he told Fred we were leaving. In between him yelling back and forth with Angie about something, of course.
The third floor was empty, just like George said, and we settled into comfortable silence as we walked down the hallways. The paintings watched us as we went, but I chose to ignore them as I tried to settle my rapid heartbeat. Was now my chance?
My thoughts were interrupted as I felt George settle his hand in mine, our fingers now intertwined between us. I looked up at him to find him already looking down at me.
“You’re really special, y’know that?” George broke the silence. I felt a hot flush extending up my neck as I smiled at him.
“Is that your way of saying you’re happy to have me as your weird best friend?”
“Oh no, that spot is reserved for Lee.” he joked. I slapped his arm softly with my other hand as he laughed at me. “Only kidding, lovey. Promise.”
“Good. Lee has nothing on me.” I sniffed.
But that was my last coherent thought as George yanked on our entwined hands and pulled me right in front of him. And then, most wonderful of all, reached his other hand over to cup the back of my head and kissed me. Kissed me! George was kissing me! I was screaming internally.
The kiss didn’t last long before George broke away to gauge my reaction, his eyes searching my face for any sign of disgust. But how could I be disgusted when the boy I was in love with had just done the one thing I’d been waiting for for over a year?
“George?” I whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Is it silly if I say I love you?”
His eyes widened with surprise before he started grinning uncontrollably.
“Nope! Say it as loudly as you like because, love, I adore you. Godric, I thought you were gonna slap me. I never thought you’d like me too, let alone love me.”
“I could still slap you, but I’d much rather kiss you.” I laughed before leaning up to kiss him again.
“Blimey, mum’s gonna be ecstatic. She loves you.” He whispered, and then he kissed me over and over again until I was nearly drunk with it, the feeling indescribable. But I was happy, oh so happy. And so was he.
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JayVik x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 21) - Phthalo Emerald (NSFW)
As of last chapter this is a jayvik x reader fic now. It is going to be a JayVik fic. Ft. Viktor being a quiet lover boy and JayVik smut. haven't written MLM +18 before so careful and I'm sorry in advance lol. it'll be marked by a breaker MDNI
Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom.
As much as daily chapters were fun to do, not feasible with my current work schedule. It may move to 2-4 days between releases now. stay tuned and Thank you for reading <3 Sorry it took so long for this update! I was in a wedding that I had to travel for and also holiday burnout. But I'm back with a vengeance.
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It had been a good morning for Viktor, he had awoken rested. Warm. Wrapped in Jayce's arms. This became a more familiar feeling. What was once ephemeral memories of rarely shared naps had turned into cuddling in bed together, warm broad hands rubbing into his legs and back. Jayce cologne settled into his pillows weeks ago. Cold mornings alone now were warm and slow starts to the day. Fleeting kisses and soft touches, drapes of cloth and linen. This morning was like all the others, and there was nothing that either of them would change about it. Aside from you.
Time had continued to pass as it always did, and their patience began to wane. Admittedly it was Viktor’s own that seemed to dwindle. Jayce seemed content with just having him for now. That didn’t stop Jayce from joining in on the teasing. Now he had both of you in this lab. His golden darling, and you. Who was not his just yet. But he could want you to be. And for now that was enough. Because he saw how you were watching him and Jayce. He saw your lingering glances. Your weighted gaze on where their hands held each other. Something that lit a fire in himself and in Jayce. It resulted in some... testing this morning. Gauging your reaction to their actions and eyes. Seeing how beautifully red you could get just from their gentle teasing. It made some primitive part of him imagine what more hands on approaches could do to you. Discussions that he and Jayce indulged in when the wine gifted from Mel would find itself in their glasses.
That would come later, much later if it needed to. Today all they had were words and time. That shyness that swept across your face when you heard him call Jayce, Zlato. A pink gone crimson when you heard your own endearment. If you had asked why Viktor would have gladly answered. Even if he preferred to keep such close sentiments to himself, he knew your love for imagery. He knew that if he told you why he had picked those words that you would have been putty in his palm. Zlato and Broučku each had their own meanings that he had chosen to share and that he chose to keep private.
Zlato meant darling, but it also directly translated to gold. Jayce Talis was golden to him. His tan, his energy. Where you drew him as the sun personified, Viktor thought of him as starlight. As a continuous pulsing of energy that ebbed and flowed, lighting the night sky on Viktor’s late nights. Something to look for, to be excited to see. To watch glow and twinkle. That smile so bright as if he was lit from within. Stars he didn't always get to see back in Zaun. The smoke from Zaun and light pollution from Piltover sometimes blocked out those celestial lights. But Jayce was like that to him. Moving and changing, part of history in a way that not everyone quite understood. A gold dusting across space and time. Like gold, he was soft and malleable. Like gold, he was still strong and desired. Like gold, he shone in the sun. Like gold, he deserved to be taken care of. Like gold, Viktor wanted to wear him on his skin.
And you? There was brouček, which was cuter. Little beetle. But broučku fit you better, he thought. When he imagined you, your always working hands, there was a buzzing behind his neck. Deep and thrumming in his ears. You had wormed your way into his lab. His life. His heart. Had burrowed under his skin. An iridescent sheen in his mind when he thought of you. Something that had truly hit him that morning after you had mixed your paints in the lab. As a scientist he understood your explanation and preference for correct terminology. But your laugh warmed his chest and soothed the mental aches being in the lab brought him. He couldn't help himself. Especially after your note where you kept the silly name, had crossed out your own words just to call back to his misnomer.
You had become embedded in him without him realizing. Despite there being the closeness that he and Jayce had shared he was certain that you were a part of him. A kind of stability that your presence had offered that he took comfort in. Regardless of if you became entwined in the romance he and Jayce shared, he knew that you would be a sweet constant.
Viktor sees your mind processing the nicknames, sees how your cheeks are impossibly ruddy, sees the way you fidget with your hands. You had laughed and relaxed. Still, whatever limits you had it seemed that they were about to hit them, so he taps Jayce’s hand and gestures to their table. A silent “Let us work now.” When Jayce turns around he is barely hiding all the affection Viktor knows he holds. It pours from that smile, gleaming in those happy hazel eyes. And it fills Viktor’s chest with his own. He can hear the tense breath you let loose when they both face their table. He can only imagine how your shoulders must relax without their focus on you. Can not help the last look he gives you. His eyes are catching yours. Your own watering from laughter. Viktor almost speaks. But you smile at him and any words catch in his throat. So he offers his own and gets back to work. The soothing sounds of all three of you working plays in the background.
As the day continues like normal there is a burning that had settled in him. There was a tenderness in today’s teasing, yes. But something in Viktor had been awoken by all that blushing of yours. It means that when you call it an early night he only waits until the door shuts to tug on Jayce’s tie. His golden partner was looking over his shoulder at calculations. Jayce says nothing at the action, simply waits. Having been victim to Viktor’s teasing in almost all its forms he knew better than to react too quickly now.
“Perhaps we should call it a night too.” is all Jayce needs to hear to lean into Viktor’s back. Eyes closing when he feels Viktor rise to stand. There’s no straightening of notes before they leave. Just a silent walk back to their rooms. Lately they had spent most nights in Viktor’s room, the mattress more comfortable on his leg. Tonight they stop at Jayce’s door.
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Jayce sat on the bed patiently, his hand loosely fidgeting with the sheets as Viktor undresses. Jayce himself had already made it down to just his boxers, straining in the fabric just watching. An inaudible hitch in his throat when he sees how Viktor had loosened his tie. Two moles on the right side of his neck unveiling as the collar dipped open. Jayce can feel his own gaze travel down to those beautifully long fingers deftly working at buttons. Watching with a growing hunger. They had been so gentle and teasing this whole time they'd been together. More so before their talk to make it more. But tonight was different. And so he didn't want to forget a moment. He would catalogue it deep within his brain. Would make sure to remember every little thing he did right. Remember every movement Viktor made. A clearing throat pulls his gaze up.
Viktor’s small smug smile greeting him. Flushed cheeks. It's all he can do to not pull him down onto that bed right away. To kiss up and down every inch of the man before him. Instead, Jayce opens his arms wide. Asking. Pleading with his eyes, leaning forward without thinking. He tries to ignore the thumping of his heart. Jayce Talis was a lover. He was a man that had been with men and women, needed affection and to give it. Craved it. And with his partner here in his room that one simple fact about himself did not change. Only became exemplified. As soon as Viktor stepped between Jayce’s legs he could feel those tan arms wrap around his back. Feel them slide under the loose button up. Thick fingers splayed along his lower spine. He could feel Jayce’s lips trailing soft kisses, loving and slow up and down his stomach. The press of Jayce’s nose into his abdomen. Viktor wrapped his own arms around Jayce. He trailed his hands until they met with the nape of Jayce's neck. And how could he not chuckle at the sigh he heard in response? At the puff of air he felt in his skin as Jayce leaned into his touch and looked up through loving hazel eyes?
Jayce tries to stay focused, tries to not let the night become a blur of bodies and sensations. Leans into every kiss, committed to every action that has a taste and sound. Everytime his hands wander too low Viktor’s hands pull them away and up. When Viktor himself is only in his boxers he’s sitting in Jayce’s lap. Hands holding Jayce’s above his head, whispering about patience and behavior. Words that he wishes he could focus on. All he knows is that Viktor tastes like coffee today. Like home. Cold hands on his hot skin. Hips moving deep and slow, brushing against each other.
Viktor isn’t sure how long he’s kept Jayce at this point before he settles further down the bed. Trailing fingers over where Jayce has made a mess in his underwear. Reveling in the gasps Jayce can’t hide. In the way he twitches beneath the wet fabric. It’s deliciously pathetic. Makes him hungry. Lightheaded. When he fully presses his palm down Jayce curses, trying to stay still. A task quickly abandoned as Viktor continues to tease, until he’s panting and whining.
“Do you need more or could you finish like this?” Viktor’s voice is soft and admiring. A tone that is heavy with demand yet still asking. Jayce only nods, eyes barely open enough to see what Viktor’s doing. Crawling up for messy kisses and that hand never stops. “Vik I can’t, I’ll-” It takes an ear nip and a few well timed praises. A groan that rumbles deep in his chest, loud enough that Viktor can feel it in his own as a wet flood pulses through the fabric of Jayce’s boxers. He keeps moving, focusing on getting every last bit until he hears a whine.
"Can't wait anymore, let me touch you. Please. Let me make you feel good. " His voice is hoarse. Emotion that could be lust or love. It’s both but that didn't matter as his lips met skin and hands fumbled with the waistband of his underwear. "Wanna taste you. Can I?" Viktor just looked at him. A ring of amber barely visible around the blown pupils. Finally Jayce could feel that sense of pride. Drinking in every second of those mole and freckle covered shoulders heaving up and down. Loving every minute that he could be touching his partner. "Please V."
Viktor wants to deny him but impatient stuttering hips betray his resolve. He lifts them and nods, not trusting the voice rising in his throat to stay steady. Not when Jayce looks at him like that. Pouty kiss bitten lips parted to show that endearing tooth gap. He had no time to take in the cool air he’s suddenly exposed to. Jayce’s hands are already on him, pumping his length. All their heavy petting and grinding meant that it didn't take much to get him fully hard. So Jayce wastes no time in pushing him down, leaning forward on his knees. The pillows by his feet getting kicked off the bed as he settles and puts his mouth on Viktor. The hot muscle moving to make room and properly cradle the underside on each slow pass. Viktor could hide his first groan, but not the second.
Seeing Jayce’s brows furrowed together in concentration, those short thick lashes resting on the swell of Jayce’s cheeks. Especially not when Jayce hums as if he's content to be here of all places. Viktor can feel the back of his partners throat, kissing the head as Jayce tries to swallow around him. It's too much, too far and he wants to pull away. But Jayce is lifting Viktor’s hips. Pressing himself impossibly close, nose brushing against that patch of hair, taking in shaky breaths. His orgasm is fast. Too fast. Viktor can't warn him, all he can do is let his head lean back as he spasms. He can feel his leg twitch, a heel dogging into Jayce’s back, he can feel himself twitching as he cums. The wet heat of Jayce’s mouth staying there the whole time, slowing down his movements to draw it out as long as possible. When he finally pulls off Viktor is barely there. That bliss of another person warming his whole body. He can barely register the kisses on his inner thigh, just when they stop and he feels Jayce lay his head on a bony hip. Jayce hums when he feels Viktor's hands in his hair. A few strands stuck to his forehead, just getting his breathing together and they both relax.
“Again?” Viktor can feel Jayce pushing into his hand, head tilting to look up at him. Face so open and vulnerable, and absolutely drunk on the feeling of being there with each other.
“Incorrigible.” It doesn’t stop him from tightening the grip of his fingers in those dark brown locks.
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#personal pigments#arcane#viktor arcane#fanfiction#viktor league of legends#fanfic#x reader#viktor lol#jayvik#jayce talis#jayvik x reader#jayvik x you#smut
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STARGAZING. 'elphaba thropp x fem!reader.
WARNINGS. / smut, fingering, eating it, toys, etc.
why. the only word in elphaba's mind. she was so sick and tired of everything and everyone - except for you. you were the only person she trusted anymore, since you were the only person who didn't see her as the wicked witch, but as elphaba. that meant everything to her.
the day you agreed to come with her, was the day she knew she loved you, and she made sure you knew. she was always giving you flowers, soft kisses, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while rubbing you're back. she truly treasured you like a trophy that she won.
she was currently sitting on the stairs of the castle of kiamo ko, thinking about everything.
she sighed to herself and got up and went to where she had made a bedroom for the two of you, tilting her head as she saw you brushing you're hair. beautiful, she thought to herself. you truly were. she came behind you, wrapping her arms around you're waist, and her chin on you're shoulder, placing soft kisses on you're neck.
you smiled as you felt that. "you okay, elphie?" you asked the girl, so soft and delicately. "mhm.. of course, baby,'" she murmured against you're neck as she smirked slightly. "you look beautiful."
it felt like she was star gazing, it truly did. you were so beautiful.
"oh, elphie. you say that everyday." you laughed softly, and to her, it sounded like angels in human form.
"mhm... and i will mean it every time i say it." she whispered as she turned you around to face her. "so beautiful... you know what would make you more beautiful?" she whispered with a smirk on her green lips. "seeing you all needy and desperate for me."
with that, she yanked you to the bed, her muscular arms gripping you're waist as she crawled on top of you, a certain need in her eyes. she slowly took you're clothes off, immediately touching everywhere she could, seeing the bra and underwear made her moan to herself as her hand went down to your clothed entrance, seeing that you were already drenched. now THAT set her off.
she unclipped you're bra effortlessly, her hand cupping one while her mouth went to the other, making you moan and close you're eyes. she noticed and kissed down, ever so slowly. when she made it down, she pulled your underwear down easily, tossing them aside, not hesitating to let her finger go through those sweet wet folds.
you moaned softly, you're body jerked at the feeling. "oh elphie... please don't tease." you whined out, as she chuckled. "since you asked so nice..." she slid a single finger in, moaning at how you clenched around it, as she thrusted her finger slowly, before adding another, pumping the in and out a bit faster.
you moaned louder as you tossed you're head back against the pillow, gripping her dark braids, whimpering out a small "go faster."
she didn't hesitate to listen, going faster as her mouth attached to you're clit for more stimulation, making you're back arch and making you moan out even louder. she moved her tongue talentedly, moaning against you as she slid another finger in, making you're legs tremble, as she moved your legs on her shoulders.
you moaned her name like a prayer, as you felt that knot in you're stomach. "mm- elphie- not so fast- im so close-" you tried, but that made her go faster, making you moan louder. the only things you could hear was you're moans, and her fingers pumping in and out.
you couldn't even warn elphaba as you're orgasm crashed like a wave, moaning and gripping her braids as you're legs trembled. when she pulled away, she gave that wicked smirk.
she grabbed her strap she practically made herself, as you practically whined at the sight, as she smirked, saying "be a good girl and spread you're legs f'me." and you responded immediately, knowing better than to not. you watched as she got it situated and she came down to kiss you greedily as she slid the strap into you slowly, as you moaned and grabbed her muscular arms, whining.
"aw baby i know, i know." she cooed in you're ear. "its okay, you're okay. mhm.. feel good?" she whispered in your ear as she went faster, hearing you're babbles and moans. she smiled and kissed you're neck and gripped you're hips. "you're so pretty, baby." she whispered as she went faster, hearing you're wet sounds, groaning as the strap rubbed across her own clit as you moaned her name over and over. "i know, baby, i know... you're doing so goof for me.. mm.. i love you.." she mumbled as she went faster, feeling you come again made her sigh as she pulled it out. smiling down at you.
"feel good?" she teased as you rolled you're eyes and flipped them over. "my turn,' she mumbled as you dived down, immediately gripping her green thighs, not hesitating to shove two fingers in easily with how wet she was, hearing her gasp filled you with motivation as you curled you're fingers to hit her sweet spot, making her back arch as you went impossibly faster, making her whine and clench around you're fingers as you used your thumb to rub lazy yet fast circles on her clit, making her gasp.
when you curled you're fingers, she moaned loudly as she came, legs trembling. "oh my god.." she moaned as she came on you're fingers, coating them as you pulled them out as brought them to you're lips to taste the green girl, making her chuckle. "cmere." she mumbled as you pulled you down onto her, kissing you're forehead. "i love you, elphie.." you whispered as she smiled. "i love you more, my sweet."
#elphaba thropp#elphaba thropp x reader#wicked#elphaba x reader#elphaba fanfic#smut#wlw post#wlw ns/fw#wlw smut
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With a Tender Kiss, I'll Love You Always
Well golly. I haven't written fanfiction in ages. Anyway, I'm obsessed with Justin Herbert and in a soft mood, so I want to write something that'll give you a cavity or two.
It's not that good, but I needed to write this. For some reason.
Enjoy!
P.S. I didn't read over this. It is as I have written it.
The knocking on the door continues as you struggle to lift yourself off your bed with crutches. Grumbling to yourself, you finally find balance. Or at least as much balance as you can for someone with one functioning leg.
You hobble to your front door and check the peep hole. You only see the torso of your vertically gifted friend and the cause of your current misfortune.
Convincing you to go skiing for the first time ever was something no one else could do, but Justin Herbert made a compelling argument. And by that, he really just told you that he really wanted you to go skiing with him. You know you shouldn't turn into such a following, babbling, love-stricken idiot around him, but you couldn't turn that part of your brain off when he was around.
You unlock the door and hobble back as you swing it open. Justin reaches out to catch you as you start to lose balance again. He's very good at doing that.
"You ok?" He asks you. You only nod in response, feeling another shooting pain stream through your leg all the way up to your hip.
You and Justin make your ways to the couch. Justin grabs your hand and helps you sit more comfortably, setting your crutches against the side table. A lot easier to do than throw them in floor, which usually ends up happening when you try to prop them up somewhere.
"I can still get you a scooter, you know." Justin offers.
"I'd rather you get me a surgeon who will fix me up today," You grumble.
Justin sits beside you and smiles at you. That's all he really had to do to get you to smile back at him. But you can see it in his eyes that he's beating himself up. He feels more guilty over this than anything he's done in his life.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to say sorry enough times for this."
"Justin, stop. I'm not mad at you," You reassure him, but you know he won't feel any better about this.
"You still have to wait another week till surgery, right?" He asks.
"Unfortunately."
"What do you need me to do until then?"
There was one thing about this whole ordeal that has made it even more difficult to get over. And it's the fact that you haven't been able to shower. It's too dangerous. You've been told to take sponge baths until after surgery. It's kinda ridiculous sometimes, but that's healthcare for you.
"It's kinda weird," You begin.
"Whatever it is. I'll do it."
"I need help," You struggle to say what you need to say. Justin is a good friend of yours, and while you harbor potentially unrequited feelings for him, you don't want to make him uncomfortable. Justin is such a good friend to you. He's the whole reason why you've been able to come out of your shell and actually enjoy a lot of life's fun little quirks. That was until you trip over a larger than expected rock while skiing down a mountain of hard snow.
Justin was the first person by your side. He carried you out of the line of other skiers and stayed with you at the hospital.
"Are you gonna say it? Or do I need to guess?" Justin asks.
"Sorry. I," You sigh. "Please don't get weird about this."
"Then tell me," He responds, poking your arm playfully. This gesture allows you to realize just how close he is sitting to you.
"I really need to shower. But they told me not to because I could get hurt, and because I don't have a bathtub, I can't sit in a bath either. I can only take sponge baths until after the surgery. I just feel really gross, and I think if I smelled less like vanilla ass, then I'll feel better."
"You want me to give you a sponge bath?" He asks.
"I just need help with one. I'm not gonna make you do everything," You explain.
You tell Justin that you need a bowl of soapy water, preferably warm along with your sponge and a towel or two.
"Is that all?" Justin asks.
"Have I told you lately that I love you?" You asks him noticing the slight pink tinge to his cheeks. Dimples on full display as he shakes his head.
"Thank you, Justin."
"You need me to stay here while you get cleaned up? I mean, in a different room."
"Sure. I might need your help," You respond. Justin nods and starts to walk away before you call him again, "Justin? Would you mind bringing me a clean shirt? I'm ashamed to say how long it's been since I've changed."
"Don't worry about it. I'll be right back," Justin responds. He walks back to your room and doesn't take long to bring back a familiar t-shirt. A green one with a big yellow "O" painted on it.
"I didn't know you had this," He says. "I've been looking for it honestly."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't bring myself to give it back."
Justin tosses you the shirt. He stands there waiting for you to give him your dirty clothes.
"Uhh... Sorry, I- Would you mind? Turning around?" You ask him.
"Oh! Sorry. I wasn't thinking," Justin turns around and holds his hand out for the shirt. You quickly switch t-shirts, deciding to wait until he leaves the room to take the shirt back off.
After taking your time to wash every crevice you could reach, you finally reach the most difficult part of this process. Your feet. You pull the leg of you sweatpants up and try to reach your sponge over to your feet. You feel that stinging, shooting pain again. And you're trying to clean your good foot. The splint on your other leg makes it surprisingly difficult in the position you're in to move your good leg.
You groan in pain and sit back on the couch. Taking a deep breath until the pain subsides. You sit back up and try to reach again with no luck.
You sigh. "Justin! You can come back in here now!"
Justin awkwardly enters the living room and sees you struggle to get your feet.
"You ok?" He asks. "You need help?"
"I'm sorry," You respond.
Justin walks over to the couch and crouches down in front of you. He puts the bowl of lukewarm water in the floor over a towel. He gently grabs your leg and adjusts so that you can be in a more comfortable position.
"That alright?' He asks, looking up at you. Eyes sparkling.
You feel like you swallowed a frog with the way he's looking at you. You nod. Justin holds your foot as he takes your sponge and gently scrubs.
"Is that warm enough?" He asks. So attentive to you.
"Yeah," You say with a raspy breath. Justin uses the towel to dry your foot off. He looks up at you again and smiles.
Not being able to stop yourself from talking, you say, "This is officially the weirdest thing I've ever done with a friend."
"Yeah." Justin says quietly as he moves to the more sensitive leg. He gently pulls the leg of your sweatpants up, gently grabbing your foot and even more gently scrubbing the foot. He notices the deep purples and reds that reach your calf. Those same colors that is causing the delay in your surgery.
"You good?" You ask him, being the worried one for a change.
"I just can't believe this happened to you. It's all my fault," He says.
"Justin."
"No. I'm the one who convinced you to go skiing when you said repeatedly you didn't want to."
"Justin. If I didn't want to go skiing then I wouldn't. I only went because it was you," You explain. Not even thinking. The things that a fresh sponge bath makes a girl do.
"Yeah. Cause I'm your friend," He says, going quiet again.
"Because I like spending time with you. I love spending time with you. And I'll do whatever you want so that I can keep spending time with you."
"What?"
"I'll do whatever you want so that I can keep spending time with you."
Justin looks up at you again. He stands on his knees to get a little closer to you.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're smart enough to figure it out yourself, Herbert."
"Please, tell me."
"Don't make me say it."
Justin moves so that he's a mere centimeter from your face. Your lips just barely touch before you stop and pull him in for a hug. Justin doesn't think. He just hugs you back and savors the moment.
"I would let you kiss me, but I have shit breath right now too. I want my first kiss with you to be perfect."
"I don't care how smelly you think your breath is. But if you want to wait. I'm fine with that. I'm just glad we can finally be subtly honest with each other," Justin admits. You nod along in agreement before Justin touches a tender kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes and breathe him in. Afraid that he'll evaporate into thin air if you don't savor this moment yourself.
"I'll love you always, you know."
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That's all folks. I didn't really know how to end the story. But it's been a long time since I've written so please give me you most constructive criticisms please.
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Anniversary Trip
Jon was panicking. Today would be the anniversary since they've started dating and he didn't know what to do or what gift to give. He was googling different ideas he could do today. It was a good thing he has the ability to fly and move at great speeds. If only his phone and computer could match his speed.
“Hey Jonno, what are... you...” Connor asked, flying inside Jon's apartment living room through his window at quick speed, before taking notice of Jon. Jon wasn't someone that cared about how he looked or dressed, but this was unusual even for him. “I'm... probably going to regret asking this but... what the hell are you wearing?”
Jon was currently wearing a strange black trench coat with a matching fur cap. The moment he heard his cousin ask him about his wear, his entire face turned red. He replied, “nothing! … Do you have any advise on how to impress your Russian girlfriend on your anniversary?”
“Avoid dressing up like that would be my first advise,” Connor grinned humorously as Jon groaned, covering his face.
“You're not helping,” Jon muffled in his hands.
“Well, I've never had a Russian girlfriend, but yours is likely going to have a sense of style that matches Cassie than whatever it is you're trying to do,” Connor replied, taking off the furcap before Jon snatched it from his hand almost offensively. He put his hands up. “I'm just saying, I really doubt yours is into... Russian things. She doesn't come off as that kind of gal.”
Jon sighed, plopping himself on the couch, “you're probably right.
“Hey, when in doubt, take her flying somewhere like around the farm, Hawaii or...”
“Great idea! I can take them flying to Moscow! Thanks, Kon!” Jon grinned joyfully before flying off.
“You're wel- wait, I said to avoid...” Connor called back before sighing and shaking his head.
Damian was in his bedroom with two different bouquets on his side table while on his laptop searching for places to go in Moscow. Jon must've been freaking out about their anniversary to have it be based in Russia. At least of all the cities in Russia, Moscow was a good choice in hindsight and they won't need to take a train or subway.
“Literally, did Supernut choose Russia because that's where I'm from?” Nika asked, climbing inside Damian's bedroom from the window.
“Tt that's why I told you to not visit him until he texts us. At least you never had to come to his house with a broom with my picture on the front dressed like Robin,” Damian said deadpan as Nika burst out laughing.
“Hearing that makes me wish I was a fly on the wall for that.”
“Of course you'd find that funny,” Damian muttered, still on the computer looking up different places to go to. “At least he chose a city that's interesting.”
“And, far from where my parents live. I've never been to Moscow.”
“The Red Square is considered a popular tourist destination with different castles with rich history.”
“I never knew you were so interested in our history,” Nika smiled flirtatiously, sitting next to Damian on his bed.
“Aren't you?” Damian asked Nika, raising an eyebrows.
“Maybe a little. Though, I'm more interested in other country's history,” Nika confessed, which made Damian smile a little before the both of them felt a gust of wind.
“Welcome J,” Damian greeted without looking at his boyfriend.
“Hey D, Nika, I... are those for me?” Jon asked, grabbing his bouquet next to the black and purple bouquet of roses. His was red and blue. “Dami, you're so sweet.”
Nika took the furcap off Jon, smirking, “I have so many questions.”
“Aren't those popular in your country?” Jon asked.
“Yeah, but I never liked them... I suppose they are warm and comfy,” Nika said before Jon snatched it back and placed it back on his head.
“We can take a look around Red Square and explore the different castles. There are also a number of places we can go in and eat,” Damian said, showing the number of restaurants at the Red Square.
“Oh Dami, I love you for this!” Jon grinned excitedly, Nika also joining in.
“If you're gonna get us some fine dining, see if there's any with caviar,” Nika suggested.
“You eat caviar? I thought you were vegan,” Damian asked with raised eyebrows.
“I am. I just hear fancy rich people eat caviar. What is caviar?”
“Fish eggs.”
“Oh,” Nika replied, eyes turning to saucers. “Escargot?”
“Snails.”
“Wait, seriously?” Jon asked, gagging at the idea.
“Is there any richy-rich foods that are vegan friendly?” Nika asked.
“Or eatable?” Jon added.
“Truffles for Nika. Wagyu beef for Jon. Unfortunately, for you Jon, Wagyu beef is from Japan,” Damian stated, putting away his computer before stuffing it in his backpack. He got out the bouquet for Nika, then gave it to her.
“You really are sweet,” Nika said, fluttering her eyes.
“It is our anniversary,” Damian replied, hiding the pink dusting his cheeks before Jon floated behind the two.
“Let me know when you're both ready,” Jon said.
Once Nika and Damian changed into suits made to withstand high speeds, they signaled they were ready. Jon flew the both of them out the window, then on their way to Moscow. He was able to make it to Moscow in around a minute before landing them somewhere in hiding where no one could spot their landing. From there, Damian and Nika changed out of their suits before placing them in Damian's bag before heading to their hotel Damian had booked for all three of them for one room.
Once in the room, Nika states, “you don't have to wear that, you know.” She was pointing to the fur cap.
“I know. I know you say it's ugly, but I like this. I guess it helps me know more about the place you came from,” Jon shrugged.
“I never thought much of the country I'm from,” Nika shrugged, looking outside. “I suppose that's why I left it at a moment's notice. I'm more interested in other planets. Your father come from a completely different planet from ours. That's more interesting!”
“She's not wrong, Jon,” Damian nodded in agreement. “However, I am curious about the hat.”
“I never liked it, but I don't know why we have it,” Nika spoke curiously. She then smirked slightly. “Or why one of our castles looks like something out of Candy Land.”
“Do you want to go in and find out?” Jon asked.
“Hm...” Nika hummed, thinking for a bit, then walked next to Jon with Damian on his other side. “I suppose I could check it out.”
Damian and Nika gave Jon a kiss on each side of his cheek, who smiled brightly. He held his two lovers. All three of them grinned as they planned the rest of their day at Red Square of Moscow.
#jonathankentshipweek#day 4#culture difference#flying#jondaminika#dc#dcu#dc comics#dc universe#jonathan kent#super sons#dc nika#flatline#damian wayne#polyamory
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Kawhi+paul georp
PAUL GEORP
#pg is the big spoon in public bcs it prevents ppl from talking to kawhi as he is currently preoccupied with cuddles#but during the night after pg is done gaming he crawls into bed and into kawhis arms after kawhi puts his crossword down#they are so old with their love.. and yet.. so young#no one knows how or why they are married. they just are#kawhi and paul are like an anemone and a clownfish to me#i refuse to elaborate#pg/kawhi#THANK U for this ask i love them#I AM STILL DOING THESE SO FEEL FREE TO SEND MORE!!! they just take longer than they should bcs i love to yap unfort#CLICK ON DA IMAGES TO SEE BETTER PLS!!!! my writing is crap 😭#i love calling paul george paul georp.. it's so befitting#ted tumbunity things#pg: *climbing and squirming into kawhis arms all huffy*#kawhi hugging him: did another 12 year old kill you again honey .#pg: i DON'T WANNA tALK aBouT iT#pg: ....#pg: ...yes >:[ .#kawhi: aww my poor koala bear . *kisses his tiny forehead better*#pg: clearly he was cheating. but whatever 😾 . *kisses kawhis neck then tries to reach the light but his finger is too small*#kawhi has to get it for him with a chuckle
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mmmnnother idea too
#sneak peek#hyperfixation says esau cast in dnd style- but i don't think i'll do em the way i did nezha's doodle cuz that was a horrible way of shading#at least for me personally KEKW-#emelin rambles#to bed i go#i wanna try sleepin early for once#also i find it funny how as a dental tech i know why my jaw is hurting rn#muscle stress would be my guess cuz it's just the side of my jaw around the area of my left mandibular condyle#so i'm currently tryna force myself to physically relax more to try get rid of it quicker cuz it's annoying when tryna eat at times#also i was at an info meeting about a study some university students wanna do with autists regarding noise cancelling headphones#was hilarious considering i immediately began to critique the way the meeting went by telling my psychologist about#how they had the audacity to give a full group of diagnosed autists the OPTION to pick between showing up on a monday or tuesday#cuz we were all fuckin confused and one girl even had to ask like 2-3 times about how tf this would work and when we're supposed to come in#like how dare you tell us we can pick a day- that sparked so much lowkey panic and i could tell by the confusion of all- including myself#just give us a solid day DHFNDFHNDHFGNHDGH
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DAY EIGHT
(hi, remember that if you guys have any ideas for questions I can use, you all can feel free to drop them in my box! not running out of inspiration yet, but its cool to have a wide variety of questions that I might not think of otherwise!)
~season edition~
what season are you living in right now?
what do you like most about it?
what do you like least about it?
what is your favorite season and why? (if it isn't the one you're already living in now lol)
what is your least favorite season and why? (if it isn't the one you're already living in now lol)
if there was one thing you could add/take away/change about 1 season of the year, what would it be and why?
and finally, what are some of your favorite local plants that go with each season? (example: spring-daffodils, summer-roses, fall-sunflowers, winter-evergreen) (can be any plants too, not just flowers)
Most people have Seasonal depressive disorder in the winter when everything is cold and dark and dreary. Mine hits a lot more in the summer (sigh. its summer). There are some good things about it. I like not doing homework, but there's a lot of.... added relationship stresses that get strained during the summer that is sometimes very not fun. I tend to put myself in situations and then don't actually have the backbone to defend myself from situations or making it unnecessarily harder than it needs to be. That being said, I love seeing the irl bestie (would simply not come home if it weren't for her and be looking for more work up near school) and my littlest sister is amazing to say the least.
Favorite season? I have a feeling that will change soon as I finally "get adulted" and graduated and need to move out of house and home but right now i am so much a winter and fall (particularly fall) kind of person because I am not, have never been built for heat and get very much sick in it if I'm out for Too Long in It (like now *cries*).
If I could cahnge/takeaway I'd make summer less hot so I don't get as sick which would remove a lot of summer hatred ("But Birb you could just move to like someplace cold like alaska") But then there's snow all the time And Driving In the Snow is a nightmare and I don't want to do that either (nah, i just have very little practice because do not drive as much as I should because don't normally do much during the summer and during the school year I have no car so friends drive to places; It's just a practice will get over fear of snow driving). If I can't make summer max like 5-10 degrees colder, I'd like snow to be everywhere except the roads (lmao i wish we had snow repellent roads somehow).
(Im cheating and looking up flowers no one can stop me i am too nauseous to rememer things).
spring: crocuses are pretty and bleeding hearts are nostalgic but overall picks are peonies or lilys of the valley (grandma had a bunch of those in the garden).
Summer: asters!! And daisies!! and the black eye susans!! and the coneflower daises (i called them inside out daisies for awhile)
Fall: I think grandma's marigolds were fallish? that may be summer and I maybe entirely incorrect but they giveth fall aesthetic.
Winter: we had poinsettias around Christmas times (always in the greenhouse and the cats were never allowed in there) so those ones. The real ones were so much prettier than the plasticky ones but yk beggers can't be choosers.
#brb-backstory#grandma's flower garden was my favorite place to be#we had a maple tree in the middle of it that it was cool#or i liked pretending it was maple i don't actually think I actually double checked that#I just knew that it was really Red and maple trees were red so therefore it must be maple#child logic is interesting#brb-life#brb-rambles#brb-asks#thanks for the ask#reason why grandmother comes up a lot is because we lived with my grandma for a couple years as a kid for awhile#mainly because it was easier while dad was teaching on the Island I think#mom didn't want to be isolated and to isolate us as we were like idk under 8#dang i just realized three younger kids may not remember the garden#i have emotions#im going to bed; birb has to be up at 4 in the morning bc switched job#i am currently dying but this will be good for me once i get used to it#i just need to complain and then be the badass bitch that i am#^_^''
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