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stellaron hunter and astral express crossing over!
forgor to add but, previous post.
bonus, cross universe moment
#im so excited for firefly#i bought a giant cat cake plush of her and im going to my gfs house to watch the livestream#bc to avoid certain issues i had to deliver my cake cat collection to hers(3 of the 7 were hers anyway and she's allowed joint custody of 2#ive been attacking the game for nearly every jade it can gove#ive gotten almost every chest and almost every formidable foe#im going around the map to every single puzzle and any npc mission i can find#almost enough for a guaranteed 5 star but not a guarantee its her#so i gotta get doing the same thing when new locations appear#and i PRAY 🙏🙏🙏 for glamoth lore#hoyo please give us an animation of the fall of glamoth it would be so ouchie to the soul but go so hard#anyway enough gushing about a character that appears once in this post.#honkai star rail#honkai star rail memes#hsr trailblazer#hsr stelle#hsr kafka#hsr silver wolf#hsr blade#hsr dan heng#hsr imbibitor lunae#hsr himeko#hsr kafhime#hsr march 7th#i feel march is the only one on the express who would call out the hunters yet still play into their shenanigans#hsr firefly#gi yelan
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Retro MLP puzzle
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G1 My Little Pony "Firefly" puzzle | Collection Insta
#vintage toys#my little pony#mlp#toys#g1 my little pony#g1 mlp#1980s#80s#my collection#vintage#puzzle#puzzles#g1 mlp puzzles#mlp puzzles#Firefly#Firefly merch#pegasus#merch#g1 mlp merch#mlp merch#my mlp merch#my mlp#my merch
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Okay this moment is really good.
#I was wondering where Firefly plan to brought us after trucking through multiple puzzles and enemies.#But now I say its worth it#honkai star rail
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slay the princess ramblings have been paused
must catch up on honkai star rail
#idk if i can get firefly…#grinding out is NOT the answer#puzzles are trippy and fun tho#slay the princess#honkai star rail
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Fireflies like to live in piles of wood! Find a pile of wood and haunt it!
a lot of pieces of media will show characters catching fireflies with just their bare hands. in some cases they will just land on the persons fingers. to gently be placed inside of a jar..
for people who live in areas who don’t have fireflies, i want you to know that is not made up or exaggerated for those scenes. fireflies are really like that. they are slow and not cautious at all. while camping i would just walk up to one flying in the air and grab it. and it would sit on my hands like “oh ok.” they are my friends.
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Weaved Fireflies Emote Set 150x150px
108 Emotes for 1USD
#Emotes#Twitch Emotes#Stream Assets#Discord Emotes#1USD#1USD Emotes#Weaved#Weaved Fireflies#Pink#Yellow#Red#Orange#Butterflies#Puzzles#Suns#Hearts#Moons#Stars#Sharks
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Finished the wardance and everything and just have this goodbye quest now, maybe now i'll *finally* go back to penacony!?!?! (Still hasnt finished the xianzhou sidequests and companion quests) (there is no hope for me)
#*hangs out with firefly for 5 minutes* wow! this character seems very cool and important!#obviously before i can address her issues i need to learn all about qingques backstory! what if its important!!!!#i dont think i can truly understand who aventurine is without finishing every hexanexus puzzle
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Oh yeah fun fact about those escape room games me and my mum have been playing: they make no fucking sense. Not in a 'we can't solve them' way, they're actually fairly easy (for me anyway but I think that's cause mum gets bored) but because the protagonist is a detective with stupid reasoning sometimes.
Mostly saying this because she got shot at and kidnapped (by the guy wearing the keffiyeh so like... yeah that's not helping her case here), ended up in a cabin in the woods, found this guy's camera in his backpack, and said one of the photos on it was suspicious. Two of the three photos were pretty sus. First one is of the protagonist and her friend (I think) investigating the disappearance of a woman at the petrol station from the previous chapter. It's from an angle that makes you think he was just camping out in the fucking trees to take this photo, so yeah that's a bit weird. The second is of the missing woman sitting on a bench reading a paper, taken from within the bushes. Pretty sus, right?
But it's the third one that gets logged as vital evidence. That's the one that makes the protag think there's more than one kidnapped woman here. Clearly, super important! So what was it?
A wedding photo. The culprit's wedding photo with a blond woman hugging him. She's wearing a flower crown that's part of a puzzle, but otherwise, that's it.
The protag thinks a wedding photo is more suspicious than a photo of a woman taken from within the bushes. The Arabic man can't have married a conventionally attractive woman! No villain like this has ever been married before! No no no that's just not right! She must have been kidnapped too and coerced into this! How cruel! /s obviously
Like. Come on. They could at least have made the woman look even remotely like she didn't want to be there if they were going for this. They're not even trying to be subtle about this.
The REAL fucked up thing about this man should be that to get into the attic, he has to pull down the mounted animal heads on the wall in the right order. And he had a fucking lightbulb in a draw that only opens when the guns in the rack are in the right places. And he didn't notice the distinct lack of boards over tha attic window when he pulled up outside. And his number plate combined with a fishing bait catalogue is the security pin for the basement door that unlocks from the inside where the victims are.
The more fucked up guy is the fisherman who locked his car jack behind a number code box. And the protagonist for spending like an hour solving puzzles to put out an engine fire rather than get the fisherman out the fucking car before it explodes.
The culprit is actually cool btw. He has a fucking secret cave behind a waterfall as a secret spot to hang out in after he kills someone. A secret cave!!! Behind a waterfall!!! With a comfy hammock in it!!! And he's trying to kill this dumb fuck protag!!! Sure he might be a murderer but I'd forgive him if he kills this racist, judgemental idiot that has to spend forever organising the box of donuts before she can take one, and locks her office phone inside a locked draw you can only open with the key from a safe, where the code is the amount of squares on the files in the cabinets she also has to organise before she can use them.
Like damn bitch, you live like this?
I get it's an escape room puzzle game, but like. There are some things that maybe just make your characters look insane if you make them puzzles ngl
#and yes. all the black people are either the villains or idiots. seemingly no in-between#like wowie this is NOT subtle about it at all#penny the police officer is black and written like an immature idiot#i like her but wow does the writing suck#'oh we're going undercover? thats so exciting! i wanna have a gambling addiction!'#'no penny we just have to pretend we're corrupt cops.'#you guys already are to me man#then penny says 'thats not enough money! i have a gambling addiction!' in the super important meeting#like. come on.#at least TRY and be subtle about this shit...#'save me murphy! save me!!' is our current running joke btw#murphy and darius are both candidates for the most boring romance setup in the world#so every time they're on screen its 'save me Murphy!!! oh darius!!! you saved me!!! owo!!!'#don't worry we are NOT taking this narrative seriously#we're doing the puzzles and that's it#these guys aren't getting a penny out of us either we're just fucking around hating on it#firefly life
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Fancy Restaurant
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 2,457
Summary: Nat works her magic and 'accidentally' double books you and Bucky for babysitting. The kids don't want either of you to leave so you end up babysitting together and thanks to some imaginative play the night progresses perfectly.
Author's Note: I definitely took inspiration for this from the Bluey episodes "Fancy Restaurant and Double Babysitter." It just seemed like such a fun idea! Steve and Nat's kids are about the same ages as Bingo and Bluey, 4-5ish and 6-7ish. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: super sweet fluff and fun, Bucky's a little shy at first but by the end he knows exactly what he's doing.
“Almost ready?” Steve asks from the doorway of the bedroom.
Nat turns and smiles. “Just five minutes.”
The doorbell rings.
“We’ll get it!” their two daughters, Lily and Rose, yell simultaneously.
The sound of slapping feet and giggles disappears down the stairs before you hear them scream, “UNCLE BUCKY!”
“My two favorite girls!” Bucky coos as he kneels down to embrace them. “Ready for lots of junk food, scary movies and staying up late!?”
Lily and Rose nod their heads vigorously and don matching grins.
“There will be none of that,” Steve tsks as he walks into the foyer, hands on hips.
“AW DADDY!” Lily whines.
“You’re no fun!” Rose adds.
Steve just scoffs as Nat walks in with a confirming smile.
“I just love it when you all gang up on me,” Steve grumbles.
Nat pats him on the back sympathetically and Bucky chuckles.
“Alright you two. Off you go,” Bucky says. “We’ll be just fine. Have fun!”
Just as Steve is helping Nat into her coat the doorbell rings again. Everyone, but Nat, turns with confused expressions before Steve and Bucky exchange questioning glances.
“Nat?” Steve asks.
She shrugs nonchalantly and opens the door.
“Hey babe,” Nat says as she greets you and holds her arms open.
You smile brightly and rush in to hug her.
It takes you a moment to realize you have an audience and when your eyes lock on Steve’s puzzled face your brows furrow.
The girls momentarily distract you when they start squealing in happiness and tug at your pants in greeting. You kneel down to squeeze them both before asking Nat, “what’s going on? What did I miss?”
“I was about to ask the same thing,” Steve says with a warm smile as he hugs you.
Bucky just stands to the side, his eyes glued to you and his mouth hanging open.
“Nothing!” Nat exclaims excitedly. “Steve and I are leaving.��
“Ok! You two have fu…” you trail off when your eyes land on Bucky.
“Did you double book?” you whisper to Nat.
“Double book?” she repeats, feigning misunderstanding.
Bucky clears his throat and wipes his palm on his jeans before extending his hand.
“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he says.
You introduce yourself, noticing the way his cheeks turn pink when your skin touches his.
Steve drops his head with a shake then looks to his wife who’s standing there looking smug.
“I didn’t realize you already had a sitter,” you say. “I can go?”
“NO!” Steve, Nat, Bucky and the girls screech.
“You should definitely stay,” Nat says.
“Of course, the girls would be so disappointed if you left,” Steve adds.
“WE WOULD!” Rose says in her sweet voice. “Please stay!”
“YES you have to stay!” Lily pleads. “Now we can play fancy restaurant!”
The two girls squeak with excitement before rushing off with a yell. “We’re going to set it up!”
Steve and Nat finally get out the door and leave you and Bucky standing there.
“So,” Bucky starts and rubs the back of his neck.
You smile and move toward the kitchen.
“Have you eaten dinner yet?” you ask him.
“No,” he sighs while he pats his stomach. “But I’m starving!”
Your gaze falls to his large hand spread across his abs, the soft fabric of his Henley pressing against his muscles and accentuating them.
When your eyes move upward you catch him wearing a smirk and quickly turn your focus to the cabinets for food.
“I’m sure I can find something quick and easy to make,” you assure him.
As you move around the kitchen and pull things from the fridge and cabinets Bucky follows you, offering help where he can and asking you about how you met Nat.
“Are you sure we haven’t met before?” you ask him.
His eyes wander over your features, lingering on your lips for a moment too long before he blinks and says, “no way. I would definitely have remembered.”
You capture your bottom lip between your teeth and continue mixing the mac and cheese and when you steal a look his way you can see the pink color on his cheeks just above the dark scruff of hair.
A loud crash from the girls playroom alerts you both and Bucky quickly stands.
“I’ll go check on them.”
You finish up the mac and cheese and serve it into two bowls then set them on the table.
He returns just in time.
“They were just trying to set up the table for their restaurant,” he explains.
“I love how imaginative they are,” you muse. “They always come up with fun ideas!”
Bucky agrees before pulling out your chair.
“Thanks for cooking,” he says. “I’ll do the dishes.”
“No problem and great!”
You sit and dig in, enjoying the easy conversation the flows between the two of you.
The girls rush back in the kitchen just after Bucky places the last dish on the drying rack.
“READY!?” Rose asks, her tiny hands clasped together and a chef hat sitting crooked on her head.
The apron she’s wearing is tied haphazardly at her waist and there are several toy utensils sticking out of the pockets.
You and Bucky exchange a smile.
“We’re ready!” you tell the girls.
Lily whispers something in Rose’s ear before Rose rushes off with a giggle.
“That was our chef,” Lily explains. “The restaurant is just this way.”
She holds out her hand and waits for you and Bucky to follow.
“You have to hold hands,” Lily says as she walks you two toward the play room.
Bucky’s eyes go wide and he turns to you.
“Mommy and daddy always hold hands on dates!” Lily exclaims.
You give Bucky a reassuring smile. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“I definitely don’t!” he says and holds out his hand.
You take it and walk the rest of the way hand in hand.
Lily runs ahead and stands behind a makeshift pile of books, turning over some papers. You and Bucky stop in front of her and she states, “welcome to our fancy restaurant. Do you have a reservation?”
“Ummm,” Bucky starts. “Yeah, two for Barnes,” and he looks at his watch. “Six pm.”
Lily runs her finger down the paper. “I don’t see a Barnes here,” she says.
Bucky looks nervously to you then back at Lily.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
Lily sighs. “Did you call to make a reservation?”
“Oh,” Bucky says. “No, I didn’t! Is that bad?”
“YES!” both Lily and Rose yell. “But don’t worry,” Lily continues in a whispered voice, “you can just call now.”
Bucky stands there, clearly unsure of how to handle this and you think quick, reaching with your free hand into the back pocket of his jeans to pull his phone free.
You poke him in the chest with it. “Quick call!” you whisper shout. “I’m hungry!”
The girls giggle and watch Bucky.
“Uh…RIGHT!” he says and pretends to dial his phone.
“Hello, fancy restaurant. How can I help you this evening,” Lily says as she picks up her Minnie Mouse phone.
“Hi,” Bucky answers. “I’d like to make a reservation please.”
“Certainly,” Lily responds. “How many?”
“Two for James Barnes.”
“James?” Rose chimes from behind the play kitchen. “Who’s James?”
Bucky laughs. “That’s my first name but your dad has been calling me Bucky since we’re kids so it kind of stuck.”
Rose shrugs and Lily pretends to scribble something on the paper. “Great,” she says.
She hangs up the phone and repeats her welcome from earlier.
“Barnes for two,” Bucky states.
“Ah yes!” Lily sings. “Right this way.
In all the commotion you and Bucky stopped holding hands and when Lily realizes she stops short and puts her hands on her hips, a mirror image of her father, and gives you both a stern look.
“HANDS!” she shouts.
Bucky reaches over and takes your hand, gently stroking his thumb across your knuckles.
“If I knew I had a date tonight I would have dressed the part,” you lean over and whisper to him.
His lips lift into a boyish smirk. “You look perfect doll.”
Lily pulls his attention away and he misses the way his words make you react.
The table that’s set up is kid size and after Bucky pulls out your chair he sits in his and it makes you nearly fall over with laughter.
“What?” he asks with a grin.
“Oh my god,” you giggle.
Lily and Rose join you tableside.
“Would you like to hear the specials?” Rose asks.
“Sure,” Bucky answers.
“You’re still supposed to be holding hands,” Lily says. “On the table.”
“Oh!” you say and reach your hand across for Bucky’s. “Like this?”
“Perfect!” Lily says with a satisfied smile. “Now Chef Rose. The specials please.”
Rose rattles off a list of random food pairings that have you and Bucky trying not to burst out laughing. You somehow hold it together and place your orders, watching as the girls run off toward their play kitchen.
“This is already the best date I’ve been on,” Bucky says.
“Me too!” you agree. “The service is amazing!”
You say the last part loud enough to make sure the girls can hear it and their excited squeals warm your heart.
“I mean it,” Bucky says. “I’m having a great time.”
After he admits that out loud you can tell he’s slightly embarrassed so you’re quick to assure him you are too.
Lily brings over play plates and utensils and periodically checks in as you wait for your ‘food’ to be prepared.
The ease of your conversation with Bucky makes you feel comfortable and safe and the more you talk to him the more you like him.
Rose joins Lily for the presentation of the food and both you and Bucky are impressed with the spread.
“Wow this looks delicious!” he says eagerly.
The girls look pleased and excuse themselves in a flurry of fancy bows and unintelligible mutterings.
You and Bucky pretend to eat the food, laughing and sharing stories. Lily sneaks over and whispers, “don’t forget to feed each other!”
She tip toes away and you can feel her staring.
“She’s watching and waiting isn’t she?” you ask Bucky.
He subtly nods and pretends to scoop his spaghetti. He holds up the small fork and you laugh again, the pink plastic tiny in his hand.
You lean forward and he meets you half way, pretending to feed you a bite. A cheer erupts from behind you and the girls yell, “again!”
After sharing more bites and a special ‘fancy’ dessert Lily and Rose present Bucky with the bill.
“Hope you enjoyed your meal doll,” he says to you. “I know I did!”
“It was delicious!” you exclaim. “We definitely have to come back!”
Lily escorts you toward the door of the play room, instructing you once again to hold hands and bids you farewell.
While you and Bucky are strolling down the hall you hear the girls whispering to each other and Bucky squeezes your hand.
“I don’t think the date’s over,” he mutters.
You cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.
Rose skips over and stops in front of you and Bucky so you have to stop walking.
“Time for a smoochy kiss!” she says happily.
“YES! YES! Smoochy kiss time!” Lily sings.
Bucky looks down at the two girls and kneels so he’s eye level.
“Aw girls,” he says, “I’m not sure we can do that.”
“But” Rose says, her eyes big and shining. “Daddy and Mommy always smoochy kiss!”
You tug on Bucky’s shoulder and he stands again. You smile at the girls and lean up to press your lips to his cheek.
“There,” you say. “How’s that?”
Two sets of pouty lips turn to you and their tiny voices say in unison, “that’s a cheeky kiss! Not a smoochy kiss!”
Bucky wraps his fingers around your biceps and studies your face.
“Maybe if I give you one?” he says, his tone questioning.
You nod and wait for the press of his lips to your skin, closing your eyes briefly and opening them to find him staring at your lips.
The girls stomp and whimper, clearly not satisfied.
“Might as well give them what they want,” you whisper, pressing yourself closer to him.
His right hand slides up your arm and grazes the curve of your neck before he cradles your cheek and brushes his thumb at the corner of your mouth.
He dips his head as his metal hand slides around your waist and splays across your lower back. His dark eyelashes lower and he moves closer. Your fingers grasp at his Henley and you give him a little tug.
“Bucky, you can kiss me now.”
He nods lightly and his nose bumps yours, his lips hovering so close you can feel his warm breath.
“I hope I can keep this PG,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.
Your hands glide up to his shoulders and then to the back of his neck, fingernails gently scraping along his hair when he pulls you so close there isn’t a breath of space left between you.
The sounds of the girls screeching and screaming finally pulls you out of the kiss and you bury your face in his neck.
“THAT…” Rose starts with sparkling eyes, “was the best smoochy kiss EVER!!!”
“Can you do it again?” Lily asks, dancing in place.
You giggle and peck Bucky on the lips.
“Girls it’s just about time for bath and bed,” you tell them.
“Aww but we want to keep playing fancy restaurant,” Rose whines.
“I know. But we can play in the bath and then I’ll read you a bedtime story! Any one you want!”
The two girls beam up at you and then look at Bucky.
“You’ll play too Uncle Bucky, right?” Rose asks.
“Of course!” he says. “But first you two have to clean up.”
They groan but agree with shuffling feet and head back to the play room.
You watch them go until you feel Bucky’s eyes on you. When you turn to face him he grabs your hand and pulls you around the hallway and presses you against the wall.
“One more smoochy kiss?” he asks.
“Yes,” you murmur and meet his lips in a soft kiss.
“They’re smoochy kissing again!” Rose squeals!
“They do it way better than mommy and daddy!” Lily giggles. “I can’t wait to tell them!”
“We’re never gonna hear the end of this doll,” Bucky winks.
“I think this is exactly what they wanted,” you whisper.
“You’re exactly what I want,” he says before kissing you again. “And I plan on getting as many kisses as possible after those two go to bed.”
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teenage dream <3
pairings: lando norris x singer!reader.
summary: after logan, of all people, bags a famous girlfriend, lando decides he’s going to attempt to slide into the dms of his celebrity crush - you.
faceclaim: nayeon.
author’s note: part of my 2k celebration! i’m still taking requests so check it out!! technically a spinoff of manifest it! but can be read as a standalone! butterfly is the yn from manifest it! <3
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yourusername: teenage dream: the complete confection is out now! what’s your favourite song off the album? 🍭
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billieeilish: et 😋
-> user1: we love the billieyn friendship!!
-> user2: obvi billie would have the best taste in yn songs.
sabrinacarpenter: teenage dream!
-> user3: we stan two iconic bubblegum pop queens!
-> user4: sabrina 🤝 yn - being number one and two on the uk charts rn.
user5: oh u ate this look
user6: TEENAGE DREAM ALREADY PLATINUM IN MY HOUSEHOLD
user7: cant wait for her vmas performance!!!!
-> user8: speaking of voting! don’t forget to vote yn and teenage dream for album of the year and tgif for song of the summer!
user9: part of me is so inspiring !!!
user10: the acoustic version of the one that got away made me sob bye.
landonorris: wide awake! 😍😍
-> user11: lando what tf u doin here 🤨
-> user12: are you new here? lando has been a ynnie 😭 he was streaming her first ep with us. there are screenshots of him commenting on her posts back in 2016. he listens to her when working out and before races. atp he’s an og.
-> user13: that’s why he’s got such great taste!
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lando.jpg: i finally found you, my missing puzzle piece 🧩
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user1: how has he managed that then?
-> user2: like how did he bag THEE yn yln this is INSANE????
user3: logan dating butterfly and now lando with yn???
-> user4: poor oscar… ALL BYY HIS SELLLFFF 💔
-> oscarpiastri: 😃🖕🏻
user5: HE POSTED HER LYRICS AS THE CAPTION
-> user6: IM SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES BYE
user7: awww i love that yn is so close with her fans <3
-> user8: so close!! this is so sweet!!
-> lando.jpg: close! we’re actually DATING. hope this helps! 👍🏼
logansargeant: double date?
-> yourusername: YESSSSSSSS!!!!! i love butterfly’s music please tell her i love her <3
-> lando.jpg: she’ll leave me for ur gf bro 😔
-> yourusername: and what about it? 🤨
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𝟸𝟻𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 ꨄ
𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Gojo was a big fucking spender, whether you liked it or not. Almost every clothing item he owned ranged well over the price of 150 000 yen, even his shoes; sometimes those were more expensive. Coming home one day from work, there’s a pink gift bag (complete with a lil bow and all) sitting pretty on the ottoman for you. As you opened it, black expensive lace peeked back at you and so did the price, zeros going on for miles on the tiny tag.
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!gojo, rich!gojo, dirty talk, lingerie (and the tearing of it), grinding (if you squint), fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, p in v intercourse, creampie, insecurity (about how much gojo spends), corny pick up lines, sayings, & jokes, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, pretty, princess, good girl), lovedrunk, feral, & pussywhipped gojo (man loves you, would hang the moon for you fr), a surprise near the end (i said he loves you goddammit)
a/n: happy february 1st (finally can say it without the queue messing up my schedule) anyway, here's my second valentine for you loves! i hope you enjoy, until next week! 💌 wc: 3.4k. v-day m.list | m.list
a/n pt 2: p.s. i'm such a sucker for writing gojo kinda cringey. alsoo its not my best work but i did what i could!
divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics
Coming home was the biggest mistake you had made in your entire life, because what the fuck was this? Your fingers held up a piece of lace material, black in color and you puzzled at it as you noticed that the lingerie piece barely looked as though it’d cover anything; thanks to your million dollar boyfriend.
“It’s gorgeous, huh?” You heard his promiscuous voice ring out through the living room at just the right time, when your voice cursed him to the high heavens. You nearly jumped out of your skin, the lingerie falling near your feet and you turned quickly to face him, his hip popped against the doorframe.
“Satoru!” Your face was bright red, the blush spreading down your neck and you hid your face underneath your sweatshirt sleeve with a scowl. Gojo was in his usual sorcerer uniform, complete with the black blindfold covering the vivid blue and you still tried to shy away from him even though you knew you couldn’t. Not when his eyes saw all, saw the way yours glistened at the thoughtful gift.
“Hey sweetheart. Like the gift?”
“I told you not to buy me any more lingerie…” You huffed, glancing at the tag as you went to put the set back in the bag. There was an infinite amount of zeroes littering the price tag and you almost dropped the lingerie piece again– in utter shock that the fucking price was over 250,000 yen. “Oh my God…”
“Oh, please. I know you, you don’t wear lingerie sets more than twice. And last time I checked, I tore the last one.” He smirked, walking towards you with a tiny skip in his step and your hands trembled as you smoothed the lace over with your delicate fingers. “Besides, your favorite store was having a Valentine’s Day sale and I just had to have you in that.”
Right, it was Valentine’s Day soon.
“A sale?! This doesn’t look like a price tag for a sale. More like someone’s monthly rent, -toru.” You frowned, feeling Gojo’s strong arms fold underneath your waist and he took the fabric in his hands. Unfurling it from its tangled confines, he draped it over you with a gentle hum of a tune evading your surroundings.
“Hold it like that for me.” Gojo murmured as he stepped around you, standing in front of you while checking behind him as he backed up slightly. He focused on you, his fingers coming up to ‘snap a picture’ and you blushed profusely when you saw the dopey smile that mustered up on his face. Your blush turned into another scowl though as you remembered the price of it, how could he just spend money so fruitlessly?
Gojo lifted his blindfold for a few seconds to glance at your figure; you could see the gears turning in his head and you wouldn’t be very surprised if he sprouted an erection right then and there. But he also noticed your glowering eyes and his lighthearted demeanor faded away, a worried look washing over his face.
“What’re mad for, baby? I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to spoil you.”
“You spend so much on me, I’m not worth that much.” You muttered, starting to fold the lingerie set to put it back in the bag; away and out of sight from you.
You usually liked Gojo’s sweet gestures, gifts piled at your doorstep like it was Christmas every month normally but this time it just seemed a bit out of place– you knew him to flaunt his wealth alot but this? He’s never gotten you something so expensive. You couldn’t accept such a generous gift that would be soiled within minutes of wearing it.
“Excuse me? Where’d you learn that crazy talk from?” Gojo said with an exasperated gasp, coming to embrace you and you didn’t answer him as he pulled you close. His hands feathered through your hair and honestly you couldn’t breath through the fabric of his jacket, the turtleneck part of it threatening to strangle you as he squeezed himself around you in a tight hug.
“Don’t ever think that! I would buy the world for you if I could manage to fit it inside a gift box.”
You couldn’t help but laugh into his chest, his words souring after they sat for a minute. “That was so cringey, Satoru.”
“You still love me though, perks of being me… I think?” Gojo let go of you, holding you by your shoulders now and you reached up to slip his blindfold fully off. He blinked through the dimness of the apartment, his eyes fixating on you once more.
There was something that just made you feel so in love with him, everytime you managed to zero in on those hypnotic eyes of his– almost every bad thought melted away and yeah, you were definitely overreacting.
Let the man spoil you, if he so wishes.
“Yes, I still love you.” You fonded, planting a luscious kiss against his lips and he had no qualms, his mouth instantly moving against you eagerly. Gojo softly moaned into the kiss, one of his hands snaking down your back towards your ass and you squeaked out as he gave you a tiny swat against the plushness of it.
“Great, now go try on the lingerie.” Thrusting the bag back into your hands, he grinned at you and there was no way in hell you could deny him– not with the way he looked, so ecstatic to see you in the precious lace garments he bought you.
Putting it on wasn’t much of a struggle, it fit you nicely in all the right places. The full length mirror did you just enough justice, staring back at a body that had devious curves and everything in between the skimpy lace that barely covered your intimates. You weren't all that self conscious, though you weren’t sure what you’d do once you were in front of Gojo. Where would he look first?
Would his eyes lay against your breasts that bobbed in the lace, perched up prettily or would they drag to your soft thighs, cuffed in the garter belt holding up the thigh highs that accented the set? Would they focus on your mound and in the middle, your drenched pussy staining the thin fabric or would he drool over everything all at once?
“Baby… Are you done yet? I’m getting lonely.” You heard him mewl outside the door, a soft tap from his knuckle echoing through the bathroom and you nodded to yourself, adjusting little bits and pieces of the thread to make sure it sat perfectly for him.
You paused with your hand on the doorknob. Why were you so goddamn nervous?
“You have it on? C’mon, let me see already.”
As you opened the door, Gojo wasn’t in front of it anymore. Instead, he was seated on the lavish sofa that met in the center of the room, his head lying lazily against the back of it with his arms extended. His thighs were spread apart on the cushions, his legs folding outwards and you could already see a lush bulge in his trousers, peaked with interest as he waited impatiently for you. You wanted to skip the shame of twirling for him and just sit yourself right against it, sit yourself down on it and just–
Gojo’s head snapped up– he must’ve sensed you– and his bright eyes zeroed in on your face first. Then they trailed down towards your body, drinking in the adorned curves of the lingerie on you and his mouth fell open in a quiet sigh. “Y/N…”
You walked towards him, a small sway to your step and his hands pressed down against the sofa as you neared him. They nearly white knuckled it, his mouth still open and his eyes flickering over every crevice of the threads decorating you– his knees had quickly pressed together and you’ve never seen him so flustered in your entire life. Sure, you’ve modeled for him here and there with other gorgeous sets; but this was different.
Was this your Satoru? The ego induced maniac who could and would knock you off your feet with a single flirtatious remark? It was refreshing to see him like this– reduced to nothing but boyish clouded lust.
“You going to say something other than my name, baby?” You asked, pureness reining your voice and you purred inwardly when he was still speechless. You eyed at the seam of his trousers, noticing the way it tented up considerably just from a few seconds of gazing you over. “Satoru?”
“Hi, yes sorry. Come here.” Gojo’s hand faltered slightly as he reached for you and you happily obliged, straddling his lap. A low hum escaped him as you sat flush with his clothed cock against your heat, his legs spreading apart again to let you sink down onto him comfortably. “Holy hell, is this heaven ‘cause you look like–”
“So help me if you finish that sentence, I’ll take this off.” You interrupted, getting ready to move off of him but his hands grasped your hips greedily.
“That’s what I’m hoping for, angel.” A naughty grin crept up on his face as he pulled you into a warm kiss. Yeah, it’s definitely your Satoru.
His tongue slid past your lips easily and his eyes slipped shut, drawing you closer to him– faintly aware of the slickness that roughed up his trousers. You bit his lip seductively and a startled moan spilled into your mouth heavily, his hips subtly rocking up into you. It was needy and desperate and everything you ever wanted to hear and feel from him, because of course he was already riled up– just look at you.
His fingers looped inside the lace of your panties, rubbing his fingertips against the seams of it and you hummed as they curved towards the where you needed it most. His other hand fondled your breast, the flesh of it spilling out over the cups and all he wanted to do was press a tender kiss to your nipple, sucking it in between his teeth to nip and tug til it reddened with overstimulation.
“Are you going to touch me or…” You shook him from his daze, earning a sarcastic snort from him.
You moaned quietly as his hand immediately slipped underneath the fabric, toying with your nipple until it hardened and a gentle finger swiped through the slick that collected inside your panties. He tsked, “Already ruining the lace, so filthy…”
You let out a tiny huff, intending to apologize when two of his fingers sunk through your arousal and you leaned into him with a whimper. Gojo didn't hesitate to mark up your neck as soon as you moved forward, his teeth grazing alongside the nasty bruises and your hips jutted out as he expertly curled his digits into you. You whined into his ear– a glorious symphony if he must say so himself– and his thumb pressed into the swell of your clit. Sucking a languid hickey against the near front of your neck, he noticed you had started to move against him– fucking your perfect cunt down onto his pliant fingers.
Every roll of your hips, his cock got some action as well; as your clit rubbed against the tip of his cock that threatened to burst out of his trousers now. Holy fuck, he was straining too– he knew you could feel it as you sat right against it. He was losing his train of thought more and more by the second as you panted out, he needed more– so much more, his dick was nearly crying as it leaked out tiny droplets of precum in his boxers. If you weren’t so lost in pleasure at the moment, you would’ve noticed the small wet spot forming in the fabric– his jujutsu uniform’s probably going to need to be dry cleaned.
He would finish his pick up line if he could speak, his voice not quite there anymore– you looked like a heaven sent angel veiled in the lingerie of a hell spawned devil.
From his angle, Gojo could see the swell of your ass lightly jiggling, the lace barely covering it and the flesh of your thighs sat beautifully against his own and honestly he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you, his vision blackening with lust as you worked yourself fully open on his fingers now. His cock ached so fucking badly and he vaguely noted to get you crotchless lingerie next time so he could just slide right in without needing to fumble with the weird straps.
When your breath hitched in your throat as your clit spasming directly against the frenulum of his cock, his tip desperately trying to dip into the lace through his thick fucking clothing– he lost it.
“Fuck it…” You heard him growl against your laced breast as he popped it out of its cup, the entire bralette tearing on impact. You gasped at the ripping sound, but you were too delirious to scold him as his fingers started fucking faster into you to keep you quiet about the torn lingerie. Gojo snagged your nipple in his mouth with a frantic moan, his fingers coated with slick as he pulled them out quickly to tear off your panties. They shedded easily and you were left with remnants of lace pristine against your body, another gasp coming from you as you realized what he did.
“-toru, what are you–?!”
Before you could finish your sentence, your entire figure was thrown against the cushions of the sofa and his shirt and trousers were stripped from his body. His eyes were trained on your ripped lingerie and you couldn’t quite figure out what was going on in his head until he yanked the rest of it off, excluding your thigh highs. And now you were exposed in front of him and he was out 250,000 yen; because he just couldn’t keep his composure.
“I’ll buy you another set, I swear– though I can’t guarantee it’ll survive…” Gojo said under his breath, planting kisses down the span of your chest. He trailed them towards your tummy, innate circles rubbing into your hips and he shuddered at how the garter belt sat snug against your waist– and how easy it was to tear off, his teeth latching on it with fervor. You gasped as you felt the band snap, your thigh highs falling down slightly where they sat as they were no longer held up by the precious lace.
He grabbed the extra lace from his mouth and threw it somewhere across the room, his tongue immediately delving into your tight heat. A broken whine was coaxed from your throat as he fucked it in and out needily, quiet pants breathing over your cunt. Gojo’s hands grabbed at your thighs, pressing his nose straight into your clit as he lapped at everything he could reach and you couldn’t help the wanton moans that leaked from your mouth, your hands grasping at his snowy hair.
He was downright animalistic at this point. You carved his shoulder blades with your nails, desperate for him to drive you over the edge; your impending orgasm making your legs tremble. “Satoru, shit– c-close…”
“C’mon, cum for me, pretty.” He murmured into your cunt, slightly muffled and you keened up into his mouth– ultimately fucking yourself on his tongue. And God, did he groan at that; his hums of utter satisfaction basically sent you spasming through your climax. Your hands flew to the edge of the sofa, clutching tightly as you rolled your hips into the insane pleasure– into his mouth that lapped up every drool of arousal that leaked out from your convulsions. He was vain with it too, looping out his fucking name against your folds to claim you as you whimpered his name.
“T-Take me with you to shop next time.” You managed out as you sat up on your elbows, looking down at him while you came down from your high. “I’ll decide what you can and can’t rip.”
Gojo tutted out a laugh, coming up to hover over you– his chin glinted with your juices and you reddened at the sight of how goddamn needy you were. “Fine, baby– now arch your back f’ me.”
His cock prodded your entrance, slender fingers wrapped around the base of it as he guided it into you greedily and you threw your head back against the arm of the sofa with a whine. You did exactly as he said; you arched your back into the intoxicating pleasure, his cock stretching you out and filling every bit of space you could give him. He fit perfectly within you everytime, which made you dizzy with lust as you hooked one hand around the back of his neck.
“Always take me so well, princess.” Gojo purred, not bothering to let you adjust as he started to snap his hips into you. “Fits like a glove, huh?”
You were so sore already– from the last orgasm wreaking havoc– but you couldn’t get enough of his long cock drilling into you, every thrust kissing your cervix and making your walls clench around him with whimpers drowning out the riveting squelches. You managed to look up at him, his fingertips nudging into the plush of your thighs, against the sleek material of your thigh highs and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.
His eyes were already rolling back into his head at every fill of his cock dragging against your walls, his jaw slack and you were surprised at how pussy whipped he was– normally he’d watch you religiously writhe underneath him. His hair was disheveled as he ran his hand through it before frantically gripping your thigh again, panting out curses and you inadvertently squeezed hard around him at the action with a high pitched moan.
“Oh– fuck, holy shit..! Keep squeezing me like that, we’re g-gonna have to go shopping–” Gojo groaned out, his cock pounding into you harder now, pleasure coursing through your entire body as he hit your sweet spot dead on.
“F-For more lingerie?”
“No, for a fucking crib.”
“Fuck, Satoru– faster.” You whined out, completely obsessed with the thought and you felt your second climax tremble through your thighs, straight towards the throbbing of your cunt. ‘Cum in me, -toru…please.”
Gojo didn’t answer you, too wrapped up in your pretty pussy with hefty moans pouring out of him and his fingers slipped down towards your clit. He rubbed circles against it, interchanging his angle to fuck you deeper, faster– and you could feel how close you were.
“Got another surprise for you on Valentine’s Day, baby…” He started babbling, his chest rising and falling as he rutted into you. His eyes slipped from his cock, creamy and wet from your arousal, to your eyes now. “Involves a little jewelry piece, think you’ll love it… Think you’ll love me even more.”
You didn’t hear him though, too caught up in your release caving in every sense you had and replacing them with pure euphoria. You couldn’t fucking see, hear, even think as it overtook your body. You came so hard around his cock, clenching and unclenching which brought Gojo to his own release rather quickly. He stilled in you with a harsh whine and his eyes squeezed shut as he came in you, white ropes leaking out rather abruptly.
He repeated soft praises like ‘good girl, take it all…’ and ‘gonna make sure none drools outta you, so good for me’ a few times in a needy tone, collapsing against your chest afterwards. Gojo buried his face into your neck, smoothing his hands over the thigh highs you had on.
“I’m so sorry about the lingerie, Y/N…” He apologized, his eyes glancing up towards yours as he moved over to litter kisses on your cheek. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, I promise. You’ll pick out your Valentine’s Day lingerie set and I’ll watch you model it for me–”
You interrupt him with a soft kiss, humming against his lips. “It wasn’t my money, it was yours, you idiot.”
Gojo blinked at you, then a mischievous look crossed his face. “How about a nice pink set this time? Frilly, rose hearts covering your perky nipples and–”
“Satoru.”
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(Genshin Impact/H:SR) Asking "What does PLAP PLAP PLAP mean?" to their S/O
Genshin: Arlecchino, Ayaka, Ei, Furina, Jean, Kokomi, Shenhe, Xianyun Star Rail: Asta, Firefly, Natasha, March 7th, Stelle
I don't know what possessed me to write this, other than imagining it'd be REALLY funny, and REALLY stupid.
NSF-W IMPLICATIONS BELOW THE CUT!
Arlecchino had overheard this term passing by a younger couple, and she had no earthly idea of what it meant.
It seemed like everyday, the vocabulary gap was growing wider and wider between her and the others.
And considering it was a couple saying it, and not children, there was really only one person to ask.
(Arlecchino) "S/O. I'd like to ask you about something I overheard."
S/O took the teacup into their hand and smiled at her.
(S/O) "What is it, Arle?"
(Arlecchino) "Do you know what, and apologies if I am mispronouncing this, plap plap plap is?"
S/O immediately spat out their drink all over the table, making Arlecchino blink twice in surprise.
Their fist hit their chest repeatedly as they engaged in a violent coughing fit, suddenly turning to her with a much more shocked expression.
(S/O) "WHAT?!"
(Arlecchino) "Judging by your reaction, you appear to."
Arlecchino noticed they immediately began blushing, trying to look everywhere except at her.
But S/O knew better than to lie to her, or god forbid she went to ask her kids what it meant.
(S/O) "It...It uh, refers to an action in bed."
Arlecchino didn't have to ask twice, noticing how they emphasized the last word.
(Arlecchino) "...I see. Is this what all couples are doing these days?"
S/O sighed, cleaning up their mess.
(S/O) "Apparently, if you overheard it in broad daylight..."
(Arlecchino) "Do you think we should join them as well?"
S/O could've sworn there was a small smirk at the end of her question, but she was stoic as ever. They, however, were reduced to another coughing and blushing mess.
(Ayaka) "S/O, does plap have a special meaning to it?"
Ayaka thinks it's some kind of sound effect, but she wasn't entirely sure. She had read it in a book from the Yae Publishing House, but the book didn't really go into detail what it meant.
Ayaka seemed genuinely puzzled at S/O's reaction, why were they so red?
(Ayaka) "S/O, are you alright? You're turning red very quickly!"
(S/O) "I-I'm fine! It's just-Uh...How do I explain this?"
She tilted her head slightly at S/O looking around the room, making sure Thoma or Ayato wasn't in earshot.
Then, S/O whispered into her ear, making Ayaka's eyes widen and join them in turning bright red.
(Ayaka) "...A-Ah...?!"
Ayaka immediately buries her hands into her face.
(Ayaka) "P-Please forget I asked that question, it was incredibly crude of me to say something like that out loud!"
(Ei) "S/O. There's a word in this book I do not recognize."
(S/O) "Here, let me see!"
S/O happily snuggled close to Ei, their eyes going line by line until they reached the word she was pointing at.
And Ei felt their heartrate suddenly spike up, but since she was behind their head, she couldn't see their expression.
(Ei) "...Do you know what it means?"
(S/O) "...Ei, what is this book?"
(Ei) "One that Miko recommended I read and show you, actually."
(S/O) "E-Ei...this book is um...how to phrase this, smut?"
(Ei) "I am aware."
(S/O) "...Wha-"
(Ei) "I know what I am reading heavily involves sex, S/O. I am no fool, but what does plap mean?"
S/O had to explain to her in detail, and why it became a thing, all the while Ei looked mildly intrigued and S/O wanted to die.
But first, they had to ask Miko why in the hell did they give Ei smut?!
(Furina) "...P-Plap?"
Furina's eyes frowned at the word she had just read.
She grabbed a bunch of books on sale while she was out in the city, not really caring their origin or genre.
But clearly, S/O did as they dropped their book completely when Furina spoke it aloud.
(S/O) "F-Furina...?!"
She turned to them with an eyebrow raised.
(Furina) "What is it?"
Noticing how flustered they had become, she grew even more confused as she quickly put the pieces together.
(Furina) "Does...plap mean something to you, S/O?"
(S/O) "Y-You know what that means, right Furina?"
(Furina) "...Psh, of course I do!"
She said without batting an eyelash, staring directly at S/O.
Of course she had no idea what on Gods' green Tevyat it meant, but maybe she could impress S/O by knowing such a word!
(Furina) "Plapping comes naturally to me-"
(S/O) "PLEASE STOP SAYING THAT WORD, FURINA."
Jean emits a quiet "huh" as she puts down her book.
Lisa had suggested this one to read, and admittedly it was a little...raunchier than what she usually reads for romance, but it was still cute.
Until it got to a certain part where it was only giving onomatopoeia for a scene.
Jean wanted to ask Lisa what it meant, until S/O came through the door to their bedroom.
(Jean) "Ah, perfect timing!"
(S/O) "Hello, love. What book are you reading?'
(Jean) "Funny you should mention it, there's a word in here I don't quite understand."
(S/O) "Really? That's surprising, coming from you. What is it?"
Jean opened the page before finding it again, and turning to S/O.
(Jean) "Plap plap plap?"
In an instant, S/O's words died at their throat.
(S/O) ...Nevermind, it makes a lot more sense now...
(Jean) "Um...are you alright dear? Your face looks like its heating up."
Kokomi knew this book Yae picked out for her would be strange.
On top of having the strangest plot for romance she's read, now there were all sorts of words she had no idea what they meant.
Kokomi hummed a cute grunt of annoyance, making S/O's head lift as they were cuddling in bed together.
(S/O) "Koko?"
(Kokomi) "Here, can you read this and tell me what it means?"
(S/O) "Sure."
S/O smiled and picked up the book and glanced at the page. Kokomi saw their expression change by the second, growing more and more concerned.
(S/O) "...W-Which passage are you asking about, Koko?"
(Kokomi) "The one that says plap in it. Is that a noise?"
(S/O) "...Y-Yes it is."
Kokomi grabbed her book back, not noticing how embarrassed S/O was becoming, putting one finger under her chin.
(Kokomi) sigh "This book continues to elude me in its writing. I'm half tempted to pick another book at this rate."
S/O was secretly praying she would, lest she get to some...spicier parts of that same page, and they did not want to have to explain that to their girlfriend.
Shenhe would usually ask all sorts of questions to S/O, ranging from food, what the usual mortal activity was, or even how they were.
This time, it was something that made them flustered, which those occassions weren't in short supply either.
(Shenhe) "S/O, what does it mean when something goes plap plap plap?"
Shenhe saw the telltale signs that this question made S/O embarrassed, the flush in their cheeks, the widening in their eyes, and body freezing up.
(Shenhe) "...Is this another situation where I shouldn't ask others about it?"
Shenhe saw their head nod yes, making her happy that she can at least tell a situation just by words alone.
And S/O knew that they had to be as direct as possible so she wouldn't be confused.
(S/O) "Y-Yes, it's um...r-related to sex, Shenhe."
After explaining it to her, she quickly understands the concept.
(Shenhe) "Is it possible for us-"
(S/O) T-THAT'S ENOUGH, SHENHE!"
Xianyun had to get familiar with a lot of terms when she came to Liyue, no doubt Zhongli and Shenhe had to do the same.
Thankfully, she had Ganyu and many other kind souls in the Harbor to teach her.
None more educating than her S/O. And like always, she had a question for her beloved.
(Xianyun) "One must ask you something, S/O. I overheard a young mortal couple saying something that flustered their friends. Is plap plap plap something taboo?"
S/O coughed on their food, eyes glancing over to Xianyun, making sure they heard the question correct.
Xianyun was sitting silently, awaiting an answer as she adjusted her glasses with a finger.
(S/O) "V-Very taboo, Xianyun..."
(Xianyun) "But what exactly does it mean?"
(S/O) "It...ugh, it has to do with intercourse..."
That was the best way they could've phrased that without exploding.
(Xianyun) "...Is that it? That seems fairly mundane for everyone to become so flustered about, yourself included-"
(S/O) "YOU SHOULDN'T GO AROUND FLAUNTING IT TO OTHERS!"
Asta saw some kind of weird ad on her phone while she was shopping.
No doubt it'd give her a virus, so she ignored it, but the word on there was quite strange.
(Asta) "The heck is a plap?"
The door to her bedroom slid open, with S/O laying down next to her while Asta kept scrolling.
(S/O) "Heya-...Something bothering you? Your face is doing that cute frown."
She giggled at that but shook her head.
(Asta) "Nah, nothing. Just a word I didn't know on some clickbait ad."
(S/O) "What was it?"
S/O got their answer when they leaned over to her phone.
(Asta) "That one riiiiight there. Know what that-"
And Asta got her answer when she saw their face.
(Asta) "Wow! You're burning up!"
(S/O) "Um...J-Just search it up."
Asta raised an eyebrow.
(Asta) "Why can't you just tell me?"
(S/O) "Just d-do it."
(Asta) "Oookay? ... ... ...O-Oh. Ooooh..."
Firefly was very confused when she heard those three words for the first time.
Silver Wolf had said it, regarding her and S/O. Kafka laughed while Blade rolled his eyes, yet Firefly had no idea what it actually meant.
And, to be expected, neither of the three would tell her what it meant.
Meaning there was one person who would!
Getting her phone out, she texted S/O.
[Firefly] S/O!~ [S/O] What's up, sweetie? [Firefly] What's 'plap plap plap'? ... [S/O] is typing... ...
(Firefly) "...Huh?"
Suddenly, S/O stopped typing, making her pout.
(Firefly) "Hmph! Why is no one telling me what that means?!"
She'd just have to ask them in person, then they couldn't avoid it!
ONE IN PERSON EXPLANATION LATER
Firefly had completely frozen in place, her eyes wide-eyed like a doe as her words stuttered and died before they fully formed.
(Firefly) "I-I...A-AH!"
She couldn't meet S/O's eyes anymore, and immediately encased herself in her armor, looking away.
March overheard a couple planetside say it, and it made her giggle.
It was kinda fun to say!
But...she didn't really knew what it meant. Dan Heng and Pom-Pom sure didn't.
Caelus and Stelle seemed to laugh at it, but never told her.
Welt and Himeko's eyes widened a bit upon hearing March say it, but would find an excuse when she asked what it meant.
She COULD look at the internet and find out, but instead:
March wrapped her arms playfully around S/O's shoulders, feeling them relax into her hug.
(March 7th) "S/O! Question!"
(S/O) "Hm? What's your question, March?"
(March 7th) "Does plap plap plap mean anything weird?"
March felt their body stiffen in response. She could tell they wanted to move out her arms, but she didn't let them with her ironclad grip.
(S/O) "Does...Does it relate to you holding onto me like that...?!"
(March 7th) "Iunno, you tell me! Everyone's acting super weird everytime I say it."
(S/O) "It...uh..."
They whispered it into her ear, making her back up and cover her mouth in shock.
(March 7th) "I...I'VE BEEN SAYING THAT ALL DAY!"
(S/O) "Oh my god..."
Natasha wasn't an idiot, of course she knew what it meant.
She had to tell many people off from saying it near her kids.
But...it was kind of funny to see people's reactions to it, and she was not above teasing S/O in the slightest.
With a little smirk after work one night, she cuddles close into S/O, sounding as innocent as possible.
(Natasha) "S/O?"
(S/O) "Yes, Nat?"
(Natasha) "Can you tell me what plap means? I thought I heard some of the kids saying it."
Watching S/O's face scrunch up into a mixture of horror and embarrassment was absolutely hilarious, so much so her facade immediately broke.
(S/O) "N-NAT! You can't just ask crap like that out of the blue!"
(Natasha) "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist! You're just so cute when you do that.~"
Stelle 100% knows what it means.
The question was, did S/O?
It was a good thing she was usually super stoic, at least in person, cause that meant she could bullshit S/O into thinking she didn't.
She walks into their room, with the best poker face she had.
(Stelle) "Hey, S/O."
(S/O) "What's up, Stelle?"
(Stelle) "What does plap plap plap mean?"
Watching their breath stop for a split second, their eyes suddenly darting back and forth.
Oh yeah, they knew what it meant.
S/O stared at her with a red face for a few moments before frowning.
(S/O) "...I know what you're doing, Stelle. You 100% know what it means!"
Damn it, she failed the deception check.
They knew her too well...
Oh well, watching them be flustered was always super cute/funny.
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I apologize in advance if this isn’t well written. I’m fairly new to writing and wanted to get this idea out of my head after watching The Strangers lol. This most likely will be done in two parts. Feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions - Naiya🤍
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Michael B. Jordan as Erik “Stranger 1”
Aaron Pierre as Terry “Stranger 2”
Method Man as Damon “Stranger 3”
Home. A place that is your sanctuary. Somewhere you can escape from all the problems of the outside world. A place that provides you with a feeling of warmth and a sense of safety. What happens when it isn’t?
It was a late Friday night, the crisp Autumn air blew the fallen leaves along the ground. Freshly showered and skin moisturized you were on the couch catching up on your latest reality show obsession. As you were getting up to refill your wine glass, a loud thud sounded throughout the house. Your movements stilled, waiting to hear the noise again.
*Thump Thump Thump* the noise sounded again coming from the front door.
You glanced up at the clock hung in the living room ‘11:45pm’… strange, you aren’t aware of anyone planning to stop by. Walking to the door you peek through the curtain of the sidelite. You were met with complete darkness aside from the light shining faintly from the driveway.
Opening the door you’re startled by a man standing just below where the porch light normally would shine down. He was dressed in a jacket, dark pants and boots, but you were unable to see his face.
“Can I help you?” you ask him.
“Is…Y/n home”. A chill runs through your body. “I’m sorry?” you question.
“Is…Y/n home” he repeats.
You look at him curiously “Who are you?” you ask.
In return he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he walks off towards the end of your driveway. Puzzled you reach up for your porch light, noticing that the bulb was slightly unscrewed. Tightening the bulb, you close the door behind you, wondering who the man was and where he came from.
Currently, you were in Georgia where you owned a vacation home that sat on a few acres of land. You were 24 years old studying to become an Optometrist. Between the never ending hours of studying, classes and life in general, you decided that you needed a mental break. Planning to stay for a few weeks you packed up and headed to Georgia. Only a very few people knew that you were leaving, which you preferred, allowing you to disconnect from reality for a little while.
Walking back towards the kitchen, you stop to set your alarm system “Better safe than sorry” you whisper to yourself.
Hours go by and you feel yourself slowly nodding off. Another episode of Reasonable Doubt playing in the background as your eyes grow heavier and heavier. Eventually you fall asleep, unbeknownst to the masked man standing behind the couch.
Three knocks jolt you awake. The man silently walking away, disappearing in the house.
Looking up at the clock again, it’s now 2 am. Getting up you cautiously walk to the front door. Peeking through the curtain of the sidelite you’re met with darkness again.
“What the fuck?” you say to yourself.
Quickly you disarm the alarm and snatch open the front door. Instantly your heart dropped, it was like the events from earlier were replaying all over. There the man was again. Still unable to see his face. Standing in the same spot as before. And the porch light out.
“Sir can I help?” you ask.
This time you notice the roughness of his voice as he repeats the same question “Is…Y/n home?”.
“Why do you keep asking that?!“ you snap.
Once again he just turns away and walks off. Slamming the door you rush back to the couch in search of your phone. Once in hand, you’re suddenly surrounded in absolute darkness.
“You can’t be serious”
Fumbling with your phone you turn on the flashlight, as your heart started to race. Slowly you walk towards the power box. It was located in a closet down the hallway just off of the kitchen. The light from your phone casting shadows along the wall as you moved. Your hand was out in front of you to ensure you didn’t knock into anything. Normally getting to the closet would have taken a few seconds but turned into minutes in your state of panic. Your hand grazes the doorknob rattling lowly. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you grip the knob.
“Finally” you say as you open the door.
As you direct the light into the closet it hits something. Frowning, you steady your hold on the phone so you could see clearly. The light lands on a pair of boots. Moving up it falls on a pair of dark pants, next a jacket. As the light goes up further it lands on a straw face you jump in fear, when you finally realize it was a scarecrow.
“Y/n get a hold of yourself” you chuckle as you run a hand down your face. Clicking the switches, the lights in the house turn back on. Turning off the flashlight, you close the door turning to walk back down the hall when you smack into something. Stumbling back you grab onto the wall steadying yourself.
“What the-” you mutter.
Inch by inch you look up. The boots. The pants. The jacket. Looking all the way up, you lock eyes with the man from earlier. A burlap sack with two eye holes and a simple smile drawn onto it now covered his head.
A sharp, piercing scream leaves your mouth as you trip over your feet, knocking over a table in the hall. Frantically you run as fast as you could, trying to get to the front door. Snatching it open you’re met with another man. This one wearing a dusty black suit, a doll face mask covered his face and a knife in hand. You staggered back as tears well in your eyes.
“No…No!” you scream as you run towards the garage.
You only make it a few steps when you encounter another man. Towering over you he looked at you wearing a skull mask. A long sleeved flannel shirt and overalls covered his body, carrying an axe.
It felt as if the world just stopped. There were now three men in your house. There was no where to run, no where to hide. You didn’t know where to go or how to get away.
Backing up you go to run when you were grabbed from behind. Instantly you start to kick and scream when you feel a prick in your neck, your vision slowly fading to black.
Groaning, your head feels heavy and your body sore as you wake up. Blinking your eyes you're in a room illuminated by a red light. As you try to move you, you notice that you were suspended off the ground, bound by your arms and legs. That's when you notice three sets of shoes in front of you. Glancing up all three men were standing in front of you, masks still on their faces.
Your body starts to tremble in fear.
The air felt thick and that time was stuck as they just watched you. Breathing. Not saying a word. Just standing there.
All you could do was cry, not understanding why this was happening to you. “Why are you doing this!” you scream out, your voice shaking. The man standing in the middle of the other two slowly leaned towards you. Your eyes locking onto his, he mutters “Because you were home”.
As if on queue all three remove their masks, your breath catching in your throat. All three were breath taking. It didn’t make sense, what did they want?
“I’m Terry” the man wearing the burlap sack introduced himself. “This is Damon” he points to the man who was wearing the dusty suit. “And he’s Erik” he points to the man to the right wearing the flannel shirt.
Confusion was written all over your face as you just stared at them. Damon and Erik chuckle.
“Don’t worry we don’t want to hurt you Y/n” he strokes your cheek. You jerk your face away causing him to chuckle, gripping your throat bringing you back to face him.
“If I were you I would listen” Erik chimes in.
Terry rubs his finger along your bottom lip before speaking “We have a long night ahead of us. You’re going to listen and do what we say if you want to make it to the morning” he smirks before roughly letting you go.
What were you going to do?
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Night, Darling
Bo Sinclair x reader
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Bo sneaks into your shared bedroom tired and aching. He huffs and sighs quietly as he undresses to his boxers. He felt his arms aching and his head pounding, but it fades when he ears you stir under the blankets.
“Bo?” You voice sounds like a coo from a dove. “Baby? What time is it?”
“Go back t’sleep, honey,” he drawls, covering his mouth as he yawns. “It’s half-past midnight.” The floor creaks under his feet and his bones crack with every steps. The weight of the bed sinks down and he lays on his side, pulling you close. “Back t’sleep.”
There’s silence for a moment as the crickets sing their good-night songs and fireflies dance to the beat of the swamp. Then it’s cut as you sleepily asked, “Did ya turn out the porch light?”
Bo groans in annoyance at himself and sits back up. “Shit,” he whispers as he stands and hobbles across the floor.
Sleep filled your voice as you called, “Bring back water.”
“Get yer own water,” he spat through a yawn. He was already half way down the steps when he called back, “Yeah, I got it, y/n.”
He turns off the light and locks the door (even though he doesn’t have to) then goes into the kitchen. He gets you a glass of water with two ice cubes; he knows how much you like ice. He looks through the kitchen window and out into the woods. It’s all peaceful out there; it almost scares him. The moon was half full but it lit up the forest. He could see coyotes trumping through the tall grass without care and glow from faded stars. The train whistle was distance and he felt its wheel through the floor like thunder. He smiles to himself before heading back to you.
By the time he gets back, he finds you dead asleep. He smirks and shakes his head. He places the glass on your nightstand then goes on his side of the bed. Bo fixes his photo of you and him before laying down next to you. Just like a puzzle piece, you fix perfectly in his arms once more.
Sleepily, you planted a kiss on his cheek then went back to sleep. He kisses your forehead in return then your lips.
“Good’igh, darlin’,” he whispers. “Love ya.”
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