#i hope this works okay for you!! no need to match length btw; i just like to set a sceneeeeeeee

[prismagpie]

WHERE: unspecified woodland path near a park WHEN: late feb WHO: josette leighton ( @jofms )

It was a pretty average afternoon for Ash Yoon. Despite insisting, to those who knew him, he was a reformed thief, the truth was that this fact only really extended as far as the burglaries and heists he was sent off on as a child. Swiping shit from store shelves, however, still came to him as natural as breathing and nobody had ever caught him the act. Sometimes he went to great lengths to keep it this way, such as today wherein he'd marched casually out of the shop at the first instance of someone looking at him strangely and then, as soon as he'd crossed the threshold of the sliding doors, he bolted down the street as quickly as his legs could carry him. Maybe he'd reacted a little too quickly but he wasn't a fan of taking chances. Ash fancied himself something like a rat, or maybe a ferret; once they found something they wanted to snatch, there was no prying it from their little jaws. And, so, Ash ran. He ran until he reached a small patch of woodland; there was a little-known pathway hidden through the trees that could be used to cut through the nearby park and avoid the long walk around the nearby residential blocks. The only problem was that, when he got to the entrance of his secret pathway, it was blocked by a strange figure.

"Hey, lady, are you gonna take up the whole path? Some people are trying to--" Make a quick getaway. He couldn't very well say that one out loud. Ash hadn't made it through life as a successful thief by expressing his intentions out loud, not even in vague terms. “Why are you even hanging around in a place like this?” he asked, frowning. “You heard what happened up near Pinnella Pass, right?” They'd found a human arm. Chilling. This place was a lot close to the centre of town and was therefore a little less likely to be home to bits and pieces of buried corpses but he'd figured most people would have liked to avoid anywhere with a lot of trees for a while, just out of association (not to mention the startled wildlife wreaking havoc across town). “Yuck,” he added, visibly shuddering.

[s-exy-sapphillean]

I AM HERE TO ASK FOR FABLE OF FOXES AND HARES WIP!!!!!!! :3 (I love the name btw)

Sorry for disappearing for a bit, i hope the length of this makes up for it :]

I'll get to other asks tomorrow but for now: Fables of Foxes and Hares

“You have five minutes.”

The door did not even fall closed before his brother was in Andrew’s face, sneering. “You asshole! How could you!?”

Aaron’s face was flushed a blotchy red, his watery eyes betraying how little this outburst had to do with anger.

Andrew in turn was careful to school his face features into an emotional expression even as his brother bodily pushed him backwards, making hives break out over his skin.

“Did you want to go? Privileged little capitol boy like you would die seconds after the buzzer.” he drawled, raising an eyebrow at the other blonde. Andrew knew perfectly well that his brother hadn't exactly lived a cushy life of privilege. He had ended up here in District 10 after all. But he had a point to make. He’d intended to continue further but pain exploded between his eyes as the knuckles of Aaron's fist met the bridge of his nose.

Actually surprised, Andrew barely managed to restrain himself from hitting back, instead shifting the motion into a hard shove that sent his twin stumbling backwards over his own feet and falling to the floor in a sprawl.

Of course that was also the moment when the others entered the room, announced by Nicky's distressed wail of Andrew's name. Andrew only spared the man a quick glare, not caring if he was upset at him or for him, or if he even could tell the brothers apart at the moment. Andrew didn't want to see Nicky at all, not with today’s bright glittery green makeup and matching garish outfit.

Instead training his eye on Bee as she stepped into the room last, he carefully proded at his nose. There was only dull lingering pain, nothing out of place and he wasn't even bleeding. It would likely just bruise. He felt a small spark of amusement at the thought of the capitol stylist having to work with a bruised face.

When Andrew lowered his hands from his face, Betsy stepped closer, just up to the edge of what she knew he considered his personal space and tilted her head slightly in silent question. Her hands clasped together in front of her, her eyes shone with concern. Andrew didn't know what was worse: that she knew better than to use words with him right now, or that there was resignation in her posture. Deciding to deal with the lesser of two evils he turned his focus back on his brother.

“Thank you for demonstrating just how hopeless you are. You’d have no chance.” For emphasis Andrew gestures at how his brother was still sitting on the floor, not having even tried yet to get up again. Part of the reason might be a teary eyes Nicky fussing over him but Andrew didn't think that contradicted his point. The comment seemed pointed enough to relight Aaron’s fire, at least.

Pushing Nicky’s hands away and then using him to pull himself up off the ground, Aaron appeared ready to throw another punch. “And what? you’re any different? You think you actually stand a chance? How delusional are you?!”

Behind Aaron, Nicky visibly cringed. Andrew knew it wasn't because he disagreed with what was said. Nicky was just emotionally weak and would prefer everyone being optimistic or pretending everything was okay. 

“Come on, Aaron…” their cousin said, reaching out to grip Aaron’s right upper arm. The teen in turn bristled at both the touch and the reprimand. “No! He-”

“I’ll be back” Andrew interrupted him before this could go on much longer. He couldn't have much more time left and he needed to say this. He needed his brother to hear it, needed Bee to hear it. “I’m going to come back.”

[smashboxgirl26]

Hello 🙋 I hope you a okay with requests, so lets get started. Can i mabye request some headcanons with shoto, bakubae, izu and kiri? With an reader (fem) who is really insecure about her cubby thighs. also i read your fanfic about bakugou (strawberry jam) and i was like; how tf can someone write such an piece of art!? I love this ff and it got an earned place in my "Favorite ff with bakugou" collection.

Feel free to ignore this request if you feel uncomfortable with writing such a topic!

Have a lovely day/night and stay healthy!

-tiniwini

contains: fluff, comfort masterlist a/n: speaking as a person who has kinda chubby thighs themself, i could relate to this sm. but thank you so much for the complement! ur so sweet!! (๑•́ ω •̀๑) apologies for this taking so long btw, i've been trying to get back in my regular writing schedule lol

— bakugou.

It all started with the both of you sitting on the couch, your legs laying in Katsuki’s lap as he absent-mindedly stroked them — a regular occurrence for the both of you on the occasional nights you had free. 

“I should work out more,” you mumbled to yourself, staring at your legs in his lap. You weren’t happy with the way they looked in comparison to Katsuki’s strong, thick legs.

“What?” his head turned over without missing a beat.

“Nothing,” you shook your head back, gesturing back towards the movie on the TV.

“I heard you say something though,” he grumbled back.

“It was nothing.”

“Bullshit,” he stared you down. 

You only rolled your eyes, “I was just saying that I should work out more, I don’t like my chubby thighs.”

Katsuki looked appalled. “What d’you mean?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “I’d rather them be toned or something–”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of,” he scoffed. “What’s there not to like about ‘em? They help you walk and get around places. What else d’you want?”

“Yeah, but–”

“But nothing,” he stopped you quickly. “They’re perfect the way they are.”

“But Katsuki–”

“Shut the fuck up,” he glared at you before turning back to the TV. “You don’t need any of that stupid shit fuckin’ with your head. You're beautiful. You don’t need to change anything, you dumbass.”

(And if you ever try to say anything like that ever again, just know you’re getting a lecture.)

— kirishima.

“Babe, show me the dress!” Kirishima called from outside the bathroom. “I wanna see how it fits you.”

You’d taken a suspiciously long time while putting it on, and Kirishima was just dying to know what it looked like. He knew when he saw it in the store window that it was perfect for you — he just had to buy it.

“...I’m not really sure if I like it,” you called out from the other side, and his face instantly dropped. Did it fit weird?

“Can I still see?” he asked, holding his breath when the bathroom door clicked open to reveal you.

You looked beautiful in it, the color matching your skin tone just as he thought it would, and the fabric outlining the shape of your body in the most flattering way possible. He could barely speak as he stared at you, but that was until you broke him out of his trance.

“Thanks for the dress,” you looked to the side. “But, I don’t really like the way it looks on me.”

“Why?” he circled around you, trying to see if there was anything wrong with it. “Is it uncomfortable? We can get a different size.”

“I just, don’t really like the way it makes my thighs look,” you shrugged. “I look fat.”

“What are you talking about?” he stared, confused. “You look great — amazing, actually.”

“Yeah, but I probably don’t look like the mannequin you bought it off of,” you walked towards the full-length mirror in your bedroom, a frown settling over your expression. 

“Baby, you look beautiful,” Kirishima walked behind you, his hands settling over your waist as his head rested on your shoulder. “You shouldn’t listen to the people who tell you otherwise, they’re probably just jealous.”

“...You mean it?”

“Of course baby,” he kissed your temple, pulling you closer to his chest while staring at the both of you in the mirror. “Everyone is jealous of you, and the fact that I’m the only one who gets to have you all to myself,” he smirks, pulling a smile to your lips as you look at the both of you standing in the mirror.

“Thank you,” you allowed a small smile to creep up.

— todoroki.

“Could you take the picture with only the top half?”

Shoto blinked, staring back down at the picture after you handed him your phone back to take another picture. 

He didn’t see anything wrong with the first one, and he couldn’t find himself fathoming why you didn’t want to have the bottom half of your body in the picture — the ground wasn’t even dirty and your shoes looked brand new. 

“Um, fine,” he replied, confused, but he still stepped back and took another picture of you like you’d asked.

A small smile peeked up on your lips when he handed you the phone back to check out the picture, and he became even more confused when you muttered “that’s better” under your breath before tucking the phone back in your pocket.

“Shall we continue?” you stared up at him, your hand outstretched to continue your walk in the park.

“Sure,” he nodded, taking your hand. But in his head, he was still curious as to why you didn’t want him to include your bottom half in your picture. The skirt you were wearing was cute, why did you want it cut out?

You noticed how quiet he was for a couple minutes, no longer pointing out the birds and trees he knew as he walked, his brow almost furrowed in thought. 

“What’re you thinking about?” you broke the silence, watching his head turn toward you almost instantly. 

“Nothing.”

“I know you’re lost in thought,” you pointed towards the furrow between his brows. “You always look like that.”

“I’m just wondering, why didn’t you want your bottom half in the picture?” he stared at you, watching as you quickly turned your head to face the other direction. 

“I uh, I don’t want to show off my thighs,” you sounded embarrassed. “They look chubby in this skirt.”

“What are you talking about?” he pressed. “You look beautiful.”

“Yeah, but… I dunno, I feel like I look chubby.”

“You don’t,” Shouto stopped, keeping you from continuing forward. “I don’t know where you got that idea from,” he shook his head, “but you look amazing. You always look amazing. You shouldn't worry about something no one even notices.”

“Thanks Sho,” your smile cracks up again, but this time it’s more genuine than when you looked at the picture of yourself.

“Of course,” he smiles back.

— midoriya.

“Why aren’t you coming in water?” Izuku stared at you sitting under the shade of the umbrella with your book in hand.

It was one of the few days that Izuku had off during the summer, which meant that it would be spent at the beach near his mother’s house since it was the cleanest and usually quietest place the both of you could spend time together. 

“I’m okay,” you smiled back, adjusting your sundress so that it went over your knees. “I wanna catch up on my reading so I’m not behind in my book club.”

“Yeah, but it’s hot, and I wanna spend time with you.” he frowned. “And I can’t do that if you’re sitting here while I’m swimming alone.”

“Then come sit here,” you patted the spot on the towel next to you.

“Why’re you even wearing a swimsuit if you don’t want to come in the water?” he huffed, settling himself in the sand beside you. 

The little pouty look he was wearing almost made you upset. You knew he was busy most of the time, and because this was one of his only off days he wanted to spend it with you.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, closing the book and setting it to the side. “I just, don’t like the way my swimsuit looks on me right now.”

“What do you mean? You look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous,” his frown deepened. 

“But I don’t like that it leaves my thighs super exposed,” you trailed off, staring at the sand beneath you. “It draws so much attention to them, and it makes me feel… embarrassed.”

“Baby,” he cupped your face in his hands without a moment’s hesitation. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed. In fact,” he chuckled, “I don’t even know what you’re embarrassed about! You look beautiful — people are probably jealous that they don’t look like you.”

He leaned forward to plant a small kiss on your forehead before pulling away. “You shouldn’t worry about what other people think,” he smiled, watching a smile crack on your face.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll come in the water with you.” 

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

-

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

-

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

-

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[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Okay so can you do like the black bulls and their s/o who happens to be lucks sibling and for lucks your are magnas siblings but your are the total opposite of them. Like luck causes chaos and you have to walk around and fix it and your super nice. And for magna you like really calm and kind. As for the scenario maybe you could do like them meeting their s/o and then like confessing. Btw I love your work. You can delete this if you want idk 😭

Hello! Hmm... 🤔 I'm... not too sure what the request is 😅 Because the beginning is a bit all over the place, but I gathered that there was a request of Magna confessing to his s/o, while them meeting the BBs, and the s/o is Luck's sibling? That's what I went for at least, so I hope that you like it 😅 And thank you! I'm glad you like my stories 🥰

Scenario: Luck's sibling comes to visit, and Magna falls in love with them, confessing in front of the BBs.

Pairing: Magna x gn!reader (reader is Luck's sibling)

Genre: Fluff

Fic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.9k

You had finally managed to track Luck down. Or well, not as much “tracked” as you had run into him while in town. You had barely seen him since the time you spent at the orphanage, though you certainly had heard rumours of your brother, dubbed as the “Cheery Berserk”. Which wasn’t an unfitting name for him, if you were honest with yourself. He always was out there, battling with whatever and whoever crossed his path.

Which, interestingly, made those few people to whom you had told that Luck was indeed your brother, look at you as if you had lost your mind. Though you didn’t think that you could really blame them, since when Luck was always going around, fists ready, you tried to take a more calm, subtle approach to everything. It was like he had been handed all the “confrontational” between the two of you, and you had been handed the “calm”.

So, it wasn’t exactly a surprise to find him tugging you with him to meet the rest of the Black Bulls. Even though you were worried that you’d be a bother, since surely, they had something important to do, because they were knights after all. But Luck assured you that they didn’t.

The best he could. Or at least tugged you even more enthusiastically.

And… you were rather intrigued. What kind of people was he friends with nowadays? What was going on in Luck’s life? You would have sent a letter asking, reconnecting with your brother, but they didn’t exactly hand out those addresses. Not the Black Bull’s at least.

You were getting exited! Though there were… rumours about how the Bulls were, they had apparently been kind to Luck, so the rumours were probably just exaggerations. Sure, their base was outside of any larger cities, which just added to their mysteriousness, but then again, so were most bases. And as Luck was taking you closer to their headquarters, you couldn’t help but think about how nice it was out there. It seemed very peaceful and quiet… A very lovely place.

An explosion.

Fire.

Screaming.

Laugh began to laugh.

“Uh… Luck?” You mumbled as he was beginning to skip around, cackling to his heart’s content.

He let go of your arm and started running forward, leaving you to try and catch up to him.

Another crash.

More laughing.

Someone was shouting at Luck. Not unusual.

“Luck! For heaven’s sake! Try to behave yourself!” You called out, forgetting for a moment that you, in fact, were the guest.

And sure enough, as you made it to the base, Luck was in full swing, breaking havoc. The other squad members who were outside, seemed… strangely unphased, for the most part. But still there was this bubbling need to apologize on behalf of Luck rising to surface, so you jogged over to them, apologizing furiously.

The reply, however, was in form of the question of why you were apologizing. Which was a fair question. And that led into the conversation about how you were indeed Luck’s sibling. Yes. You. No, your personalities don’t match. Yes, you are the more calm one. Yes, Luck had always been an energetic one. Yes, you were always left trying to correct him and clean after him. No, it hadn’t proven successful.

By the time Luck made his way over, you had gone through the conversation, and had begun to chat idly. Which seemed to be a common practise, since Luck and the other young man who apparently was named Magna, would eventually tire themselves out. Hopefully before they had destroyed the base. Though the others would have drawn the line there.

You hoped that they would.

“That was fun!” Luck cheered as Magna jogged over as well.

“Yeah, because almost destroying the base again is fun,” a red headed guy scoffed. He hadn’t really introduced himself.

“Luck!” Magna rumbled, but stopped, and looked at you.

Luck just laughed, as you gave a small smile to the Fire mage in front of you.

“Hello,” you began, allowing the syllables to flow past your lips.

He just stared at you, which… made you think if there was a twig in your hair, or something along those lines. Or maybe… there was a smudge of some kind? You had gone through a forest, after all.

“Is everything al-“

“PLEASE MARRY ME!” Magna yelled while going down on one knee.

“I-“

“YOU’RE GORGEOUS AND KIND AND I WILL DO EVERYTHING I CAN FOR YOU!”

A little over the top.

“You can’t just ask a person you have just met to marry you!” Noelle, as she had been introduced, yelled at Magna. Why a Silva was among the Bulls was beyond you.

“It’s love!” Magna protested.

“Well uhh….” You began, muttering, because it had indeed been… a bit more than ‘a little’ over the top. “It is a bit… much, right off the bat…” you admitted.

Magna blushed with your words, rubbing the back of his head. “I’m sorry… it’s just … that… um…” he mumbled, realizing that he had overstepped his boundaries.

Maybe it could work out, was the one thought tumbling through your mind.

[pinkteapotwriting]

Taken Care Of

Oops, forgot I had this one that I could post lol. Not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. BTW this is really not a realistic way to lose your virginity, but it doesn’t matter cause we’re all just horny anyway.

Credit to @quindolyn for tweaking some things xXx Go check out her stuff cause not only is she an absolute doll she’s a wonderful writer

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warning: This is just regular old smut so 18+ Kinda innocence kink and praise kink

Summary : You’re not as experienced as Remus and Sirius, but that doesn’t stop them from taking care of you

Word count : 1905

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There you were fiddling with your hands anxiously as you sat on the floor cross legged, refusing to meet their gaze while they sat on the couch looking down at you, fully intrigued by what you had just said. 

“Sorry darling, could you repeat that please?” Remus asked

You slapped your hands on the ground knowing that they were teasing you and looked up at them. Remus looked earnest, but Sirius had no shame in grinning down at you, menacingly even. 

“Aw, don’t get worked up bunny, we’re here to listen.” Sirius mocked, well aware of the pet name making heat rise to your face.

You sighed and started twiddling your thumbs again then finally plucked up the courage to speak. “I’ve never done anything before, Okay? I’ve never kissed anyone let alone have sex and you guys are obviously much more experienced than me and I’m nervous.”

“Is that all sweetheart?” Remus answered.

Before you could even respond Sirius chided in, “Puppy, it sounds like you want us to take care of you, you’re just afraid of the unexpected”, his eyes darkened as he continued “And I- we want to take care you too, so, will you let us?”

Suddenly, more turned on than shy you nodded eagerly.

“You need to use your words angel” Remus instructed “Can’t help you if you don’t use your words.”

“Yes, please I want you to take care of me”

There was Sirius with that borderline dangerous grin again, as he leaned forward dying to be the first to taint you, to make you beg to be fucked.

“And what does that mean for you pup?”

“Touch me, just anything, please! I couldn’t possibly walk away from this, please.”

Sirius extended a hand which you accepted gladly as he led you to straddle both his and Remus’s thigh as they sat side by side. Remus took your face and stopped his lips just inches before yours, breathing you in.

“Can I kiss you sweetheart?”

“Please”

That was all he needed. He was gentle and slow, so you could get used to this feeling and just as you found your rhythm you found yourself gasping because Sirius started kissing and nibbling perfectly up and down your neck. Sirius took advantage of your momentary surprise to get his turn to slip his tongue in your mouth and your gasp suddenly turned into a moan when Remus started matching what Sirius had done on your other side.

You pulled back, embarrassed by the sound that escaped your lips, but Sirius was quick to counter as he cupped your jaw staring deep in your eyes, “We haven’t even done anything and I already know you’re going to be the death of me” and with that he proceeded to release your face and kiss along your neck. Your eyes darted to Remus in confusion but also arousal and he reassured you while rubbing your thigh comfortingly. 

“Aw Bunny, don’t be embarrassed. We like making you feel good and those noises make us feel good too. Don’t you want to make us feel good?”

You nodded and this time you were the one to close the gap and kiss Remus. Mind separated from the body, it acted on its own and you started to grind down on both of their thighs. 

Grabbing hold of your hips, Sirius stopped your movements and said, “As much as I like the sight of you getting off on our thighs, isn’t it our job to take care of you?”

“Then take care of me, please” Both of the boys groaned at your eagerness.

“Stand up love” Remus instructed. 

They quickly followed suit and Sirius got on his knees while Remus took care of your upper half. They littered more kisses across your skin as they stripped you and themselves of their clothes. You were down to your bras and panties, the boys down to their underwear and before you had the chance to feel embarrassed about being halfnaked for the first time in front of two very attractive men Remus was kneading and kissing your breasts after finally removing your bra, while Sirius rubbed your clothed clit with his thumb. Earning a moan from you he kissed your lower stomach and looked up and asked. 

“That feel good pup? Bet it does, can’t believe how wet you are. Want me to make you feel even better?”

“Yes, fuck please Sirius”

He stood up,  and had it so Remus was sitting length ways across the couch with you nestled between his thighs. He then approached you and pulled your panties off leaving you completely exposed now. He spread your legs, but out of the vulnerability of it all you quickly closed them.

Remus always being the gentler one was quick to comfort you. “If you don’t want to do anything you don’t have to, but we think that you are such a beautiful girl and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Our soul purpose right now is to make you feel good. Do you want us to make you feel good?” 

You took a deep breath and slowly spread your legs on your own this time for Sirius.

Sirius spoke as he knelt between your legs and placed his hands on either thigh.

“You are so beautiful.”

And with that he began placing kisses from your knee down towards the inside of your thigh, excited at the prospect of the bruises that would show there later. You were buzzing with anticipation, desperate for him to do as he promised, to take care of you as he said he would.

And oh would he.

He licked a bold striped across your pussy and finally rested upon your clit, his tongue massaging it like that’s all that his tongue was destined to do. 

“Mmm, fuck” you moaned.

“That feel good baby?” Remus questioned. “Just wait till I get my hands on you.”

Unsatisfied with his very hard dick pressed against your back, but very satisfied with the noises Sirius was drawing from your mouth he decided to draw out his own by toying with your nipples and biting down on your shoulder.

You could have cum right then and there, but before you got the chance Sirius was pushing his index finger into you making your back arch and head crane back.

“Stop!” You suddenly announced.

Both boys froze instantly, fearing they crossed boundaries. “What's wrong y/n?” Remus asked hastily.

“Please Sirius I need you inside me”

Sirius sighed in relief and stood up to position himself and you properly so your head was on Remus’s lap now instead. You angled your head back to look at Remus before saying, “and don’t worry Moony, I need you inside me next.” And with that Remus’s cock was throbbing even more harshly while he had to wait for his turn to make you feel good.

Sirius removed his boxers and gripped his very intimidating cock in his hand. It seemed daunting taking someone of his size, but you knew you needed him inside you.

“Don’t worry Pup, we’re here to take care of you, it’ll hurt a bit, but if it’s too much we can stop okay?

You nodded, “Please Siri.”

With that he aligned himself with your entrance and moved inch by inch as you found comfortable. He pushed into you until finally he was fully sheathed inside your very wet heat. You didn’t think you could take the stillness anymore, they had gotten you so worked up. Yet somehow you still had the patience to speak calmly.

“You can move now Siri.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His movements weren’t quick, but very deep and purposeful.

Remus stroked your hair as he bent closer to your ear and whispered “Look at you, you’re such a good girl. Taking his cock so well. Bet he’s fucking you deep, can’t wait till I get to do that.”

At that Remus leaned forward to rub your aching clit, clearly eager to get this show on the road.

“Ugh shit Remus she’s so tight.”

Sirius leaned forward then to show Remus some attention too. The deep fucking, four adoring hands roaming your body, two men you adored kissing right above you and the praise, was pushing you over the edge.

“Sirius, fuck it feels so good” you mewled.

Remus answered for him as he broke his connection with Sirius, “You’re so close aren’t you love. Be a good girl and make a mess on his cock.”

Finally, that coil in your belly snapped as you tightened around Sirius. Screams of absolute bliss were pouring out of your lips. It only took a few more thrusts before Sirius was moaning loudly, 

“Fuck pup, you feel so good I’m gonna cum right inside you”

Your chest was heaving, trying to regain yourself from the pleasure you just received. You got up, planted a kiss on Sirius’s lips then turned to straddle Remus. Poor dear, having to witness all that and not getting any relief. That would be quickly solved though.

“Don’t worry Rem” you said “I couldn’t forget about you.” You then proceeded to grind down on his cock which to your surprise (and delight) he was as big as Sirius if not bigger. Remus was having none of that though (after all, he has been very patient)  and wrapped both arms around your waist and lifted you as Sirius aligned Remus’s throbbing cock with your dripping pussy and watched intently as Remus placed you back down to sink onto his cock.

You breathed a few deep breathes and started to move up and down on him. 

“Fuck baby just like that” Remus moaned.

Sirius however was not as patient as Remus and couldn’t handle not being a part of the action and placed his hands on your hips, making you move even faster. 

Not fast enough for Remus’s liking now that he remembered he was supposed to be taking care of you. 

“Pads, I need you to hold her up for me.” 

Sirius had his arms hooked under your armpits while Remus supported your lower half. Then without warning Remus was fucking into you fast. Fast and hard. And didn’t you love it. No noise could escape your throat as each thrust took your breath away. 

“Look at our pretty girl, look how good she’s taking my cock pads, how she’s taken your cock.”

Your hands moved up to grip Sirius’s forearms with intensity, desperate for some sort of thing within reach to keep you tethered. 

“She’s close Moony” “Fuck, me too” “Come on Pup, milk his cock the way you did mine so well.”

Once again you were pushed over the edge. Sirius placed you down while Remus was still holding up your bottom half and very much in love with looking down at you and seeing the sight of your fucked out state.

Just as you were about to cry that it was too much Remus gave one final thrust as you whimpered. He held you for a few more seconds then slowly pulled out and placed you fully down.

Sirius was lightly trailing his finger across your cheek, drawing you back to reality. 

As you came down from your high you gazed up at your two new lovers intently.

“Well, I think it’s fair to say I was very well taken care of.”

And it wouldn’t be the last.

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This was the first smut I ever wrote so my confidence on it is iffy, but then again every time I feel iffy on things y’all send nothing but love so I decided to share this despite my insecurities cause I love making content for you <3 

@thotbutpurple @sunny-bunnny @quindolyn

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Here’s a challenge, a lot of prompts!

26, 73, 76, 123 and 146

I don’t remember if you do the lost boys, but if not just Poly!ghostface

So glad to see your asks open!!

AYYYY LUKE! Okay so I am so fucking sorry it took this long to get to this one! I loved the prompts you gave and really wanted to do it justice cuz I love ya man. So I do not actually write for the Lost Boys (A tragedy I know, the poly potential is massive but I don’t know em well enough yet I feel-) So we went the Poly!Ghostface route! This is the first thing I am writing with them post TBABTO (I know, I said that OTHER thing would be the first after Two Boys but my asks take precedence to me because they were submitted first.)

This is a real fun one, thanks for asking for this! The wonderful @polyghostfacehours told me about a fantastic AU that @bloodybrahms did! Post that inspired this One-shot found HERE btw, check it out if you haven’t cuz it is God-tier shit which leads to this Poly!Ghostface Camguy AU! I am a big fan of you BB and hope you dig me continuing this fun AU that you came up with. I did this Smutty Snippets style, a bunch of bits of multiple scenes make up the whole thing. Hope you like it too Luke and everyone else get’s a big kick out of it! Let’s get into it!

Also we respect sex workers of all kinds in this house, obvi, and if you don't get out.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.9K. Poly!Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Use Of ‘Princess’ And ‘Baby’, No Other Explicitly Gendered Terms. They/Them Pronouns. Sex Work. Camshows. Sexting. Masturbation. Exhibitionism. Voyurism. Fingering. Threesomes. Cunnilingus. Blow Jobs. Rough Oral Sex. Anal Sex. Vaginal Sex. Toy Use. Remote Control Vibe. Paddles. Spanking. Dirty Talk. Praise. Semi-Public. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Multiple Orgasms. Mocking. Teasing.

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Third?

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You were staring down at your phone in your hand. You read and re-read the text Stu sent, over and over. Still in disbelief over your luck. Let’s back up just a tiny bit and really go over this. You had been partaking and enjoying cam shows for a while, you enjoyed a lot about them, the interactive aspect, the fact they seemed more like real people, almost attainable, approachable, almost. You stumbled across them by sheer happenstance but man are you ever glad that you had. The two of them had amazing chemistry, were so hot and you couldn’t help watching them more and more often, and all of that was great.

Or it was until you entered your film studies class that new semester to find them both there. The reaction was very obvious and piqued their interest so they wanted to get to know you. They loved you, naturally, and a friendship was started. Thing was with you becoming friends with them you felt kinda weird about still watching their streams and videos so you stopped. Problem with that is you missed all those saucy hints they were throwing out in their streams about wanting a third. Like it got to the point they had to send you a link to part of one of their streams that was so thoroughly explicit there was no room for mistaking or mis-interpretation, they wanted you to be that lucky, lucky third.

Billy had jerked Stu off while dirty talking to him, having him describe their ideal third, and it was you, it was also the hottest thing you had ever fucking seen and you simply HAD to touch yourself. The orgasm was truly something unforgettable, they talked about how they needed someone who could handle them and for them? You would do just about anything, you could handle it, as if you would ever dream of turning them down.

You read that text again. Stu asking if you liked what you saw with those suggestive emojis and uh hell fucking yes you loved what you saw. But how should you respond? The video they sent to tell you how they wanted you was so damn good, you had to try and match that energy. What to do, what to do-

And like a bolt of lightning the idea hit you. It was perfect. You were in bed and you moved your laptop, getting ready to put this little plan of yours into action.

Stu was still in bed, didn’t have class for a while, just lazily messing around on his phone, thinking he should get up soon, start facing the day but then he got a notification, you had replied to his message. He had this goofy smile on his face, figured you would be a flustered mess if how you reacted the first time you saw and recognized them back in that film class was anything to go on. He was excited to see your freak out in response.

But he opened the message and what he saw made his smile fall and his breath catch. Billy had just come out of the bathroom, post shower and came into the bedroom to see Stu sitting up straight in the tangled mess of sheets on the bed, staring intensely at his phone, that made him stop drying his hair and ask, “You alright there, man?” And he jumped, Stu’s head snapped up, like he was so consumed in whatever was on the screen he legitimately did not know Billy had come into the room.

“Billy you gotta see this.” His eyes were wide and he gestured with his hand that wasn’t holding his phone, urging Billy to come see. He seemed really wound up about whatever it was and so Billy threw the towel he had been drying his hair with over his shoulder strode the few steps to the bed, one knee coming down on the bed, throwing an arm around Stu. He seemed to be almost vibrating in excitement as he held the phone up, it looked like a video.

He began to ask “What is th-” and Stu shh’d him. “Just watch.”

He hit play and there you were. Holding the phone up, your face and shoulders in the shot, looked like you were still in bed yourself, “So you wanted to know what I thought of that video you shared...”

You had one hand resting up on the pillow, beside your head and after you had finished speaking that hand moved down, out of frame and the video stayed trained on your face. They watched the shift in your expression, the harsher inhale, the change in your eyes and then they heard it, oh my God-

Were you? Both of them couldn’t take their eyes off you, after a few more seconds of hearing that distinct wet sound there was this sigh of pleasure that you let out and your hand was pulled back up into frame, your fingers were drenched, the evidence of what you had just done was unmistakable. Then those same two wet fingers entered your mouth, you let out this little moan and your tongue rolled between your digits, you sucked blatantly and when your fingers were cleaned you pulled them out, the thick white on your tongue was obvious and then your mouth closed and you swallowed audibly. You had this small self satisfied smirk on your face and you asked in this very playful tone of voice, “Does that answer your question?” and the video ended.

It was less than a minute long. Less than a minute and all they saw was your face and your hand technically, you had only said two sentences and it was one of the hottest things either of them had seen. Billy spoke first, quiet, still staring at the now black phone screen, “Holy fucking shit-” and Stu immedatly spoke up, “That’s what I’m saying!”

Billy wasn’t the easiest to impress but even he was giving it up as he said, “This is good. Stu this is so, so good, they’re-” Stu had dropped his phone and had pulled back a bit, looking at Billy as he said enthusiastically, “A total natural! And they sent it without prompting-like, my fucking God!”

Billy had slipped his arm from around Stu and was sitting on the bed, Stu was still going off, rambling excitedly and Billy looked deep in thought. “-I mean I know this isn’t a guarantee and we have to ask and they might not even say yes but-”

And that is when Billy cut him off, interjecting, “But fucking nothin’ Stu. It’s us. If anyone can convince anyone to do anything, it’s you and me.”

Their excitement was so understandable. I mean you sent your own video to them unprompted and it was unfairly hot and you hadn’t even taken any of your clothes off, hadn’t shown anything, one of the most important things in camming was knowing how to work the camera and you seemed to do it effortlessly, seemed like the camera loved you just as much as they did. The opportunity was golden, no way could they not at the very least try. With their guidance adding you to the mix could elevate what they do from just great to something truly special.

This was going to be so fun for them. So friendship quickly shifted, you went on an actual date and of course it was amazing, the switch to being in a relationship was natural, easy, felt right. They told you how much they loved the video that you sent and that made you feel good, you were happy your confidence paid off, you felt it was the very least you could do after they were so bold and sent their video first.

So it got physical between the three of you quickly. How could it not after everything you had seen them do? They knew how much you were into them and you quickly became just how aware they were into you, I mean you think the video would have been enough but getting a read on how intense their attraction to you was a hell of a lot easier when they both had their hands on you.

It was good. I mean you knew they were good from the streams of course, at least good at making sex on camera look good but no they were just good at it. That first time happened back at your place and fucking heaven above by the end of it you were all three on your too small bed, slick with sweat and out of breath and they felt the same way about having sex with you. The enthusiasm you showed, the sounds you made, how you just went along with it and fit between them, it was so good. And it kept getting better the more you did it, naturally.

The first time you were invited back to their place was exciting and a little nerve wracking. You got the tour, it was a nice two bedroom place, they showed you the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, they had a balcony and the first bedroom you learned was theirs, the one they slept and actually lived in, seeing it felt very intimate. It looked lived in, showed off pieces of their personalities, it looked much less pristine then the room they cammed in but not in a bad way, it wasn’t overly messy or anything, just like an average bedroom, was very human.

Then they showed you the main event, what you had been dying to see, they showed you the bedroom they had set up as their streaming space and seeing it live and in color was so thrilling. You took in the room, it was well set up,had a color changing light set up with strips of LED’s, minimal decoration, tasteful, which is a little funny when you think about the sole purpose of this room. The bed was absurdly inviting and comfortable looking, Stu was talking about something but you weren’t listening, you were busy thinking about how you had seen them do some of the filthiest things on this bed, in this very room and now you were standing here. Billy was right behind you and slid his arms around you, leaning in he asked, “Want to try it out?”

You wanted nothing more. “Yes.” And that is how you found yourself being turned around and Billy was kissing you, pushing you back until you hit the bed and were pushed back onto it. Billy was on top of you and Stu got onto the bed beside you and started to put his hands on you and fucking hell it was good. You had cum countless times to the sight of them doing things in this room and on this bed and now you got to experience it, be a part of it, literally living out your fantasy.

You had been seeing each other for a few weeks and they had been building up to this, it was the perfect time to ask. You were stripped naked and Stu was kissing your neck, playing with nipples and Billy had two fingers buried inside of you, slowly working in and out of you. Head was swimming already as you were palming Billy’s cock, so ready for him to lose his jeans already and then he spoke up, “Stu and I have been talking about somethin’-”

You let out a small questioning hum, mind a bit too busy with the sensations they were providing to give a proper response, “We think you’d really be into it.” Stu was speaking against your throat and his breath tickled the wet skin of your throat and you suppressed a shiver before saying, “Yeah?”

Billy curled his fingers and it made your head fall back against the pillows with a moan, and he asked, “You like being in this room yeah? Having fun being in this bed?” A nod from you and then almost like a reward for the right answer he was looking for his fingers picked up the pace, Stu was dipping lower, and his tongue rolled over one of your nipples and your breathing picked up.

“God you must have thought of this over a hundred times.” And Stu let out this breathless kind of laugh before chiming in, “Definitely more than that.”

Stu was right, it was, and Billy kept going, “Right, forgive me-” A hard thrust of his fingers that made you want to arch closer into both of them, a louder moan spilling out, “-but there is something else we just keep thinking about.”

He was waiting for a response and so he stopped fingering you, holding knuckle deep inside you and you huffed out a breath. Stu had his mouth closed around one of your nipples and was tugging on your other with one of his hands and you asked, “What do you keep thinking ab-” and he started to finger you again, at the same pace he was before, your sentence broke off with a strangled moan and he said, “We keep thinking about that video you sent.”

Oh my fucking God was this happening? Were they really about to ask this?

You had a feeling this might go this way. Well more than a feeling, you had been furiously masturbating to the thought since you had started actually dating them and they admitted being into your video. Thinking about joining them in their cam shows, about joining in on the utter depravity they got up to, so many people seeing you, how good it would feel and get paid for doing it all with them, my God it sounded too hot to you. They told you as much, told you how hot they thought you were, a total natural and more praise. So when he did ask you didn’t even think, just agreed, moaning your affirmation and they couldn’t have been happier. That night was an amazing one. It was only after you were coming down post fuck that what you had agreed to really hit you.

Post nut clarity was a hell of a thing wasn’t it?

You tried to think of the good and the positives, it helped when you thought of the reality of it actually. That regular old people like you would be seeing you, getting off to you, thinking you were hot and fantasizing about you, wishing they could be in your place between Billy and Stu. It was over breakfast out at a diner that all of you liked the next morning when it was brought up. They told you that of course you should start slow and if you didn’t want to there was no pressure to do anything if you really didn’t want to, it was a massive deal that wasn’t for the faint of heart, they understood if you weren’t up for the challenge.

They chose their words very carefully, and it had just the effect they hoped. You scoffed and told them that you were in fact very up for it. They shared this little look, not super obvious to you but was extremely easy to read to the two of them, and they were quite pleased with themselves, it was almost too easy.

So you had a pretty big exhibitionist kink to go along with your all too apparent voyeurism kink which certainly helped the transition. They knew that you had some lingering nerves, it was one thing to masturbate to an idea, it was a whole other ball game to engage in it. The encouraging praise and dirty talk in your hookups leading up to your first show certainly helped.

They even were nice enough to make sure you saw the reality of what they did before ever bringing you on camera. You got the distinct pleasure of sitting in on one of their shows, in the same room, off camera, and actually being in the room? Hotter than hell. It was hard to have any lingering nerves or doubts when you watched the way Stu choked himself on Billy’s cock while he talked you up to their viewers, talking about how excited they both were to show you off. You sat behind where their camera was set up, hearing what they thought so explicitly was amazing and naturally was such a turn on.

Talked about how hot you were, how good you sounded and that you were sure they were all going to love you, they of course teased all of the filthy things they have planned to do with you. And oh what they planned to do with you, from the way Billy said it, the way that he looked past that webcam right to you, meeting your eyes, his hand on the back of Stu’s head, pushing deeper into his willing mouth, it sounded like they had quite a lot in mind for you. It was almost equal parts frightening as it was arousing. You hadn’t been on camera once and there were plans, plural.

You decided that it was just a touch more hot than it was scary and started to touch yourself as you watched them. It really hit you then. How good this was, how fucking lucky you were and just how into it you were, seeing them live, doing what they have done countless times behind a laptop screen now so close you could reach out and touch them.

And when they commented on that, you being in the room, just outta sight of everyone else in that chat room watching well the tips fucking poured in as they relayed what you were doing. “Two fingers buried in that sweet little cunt-” Billy started and Stu pulled off his cock for a moment to breathlessly add, “-going to fuckin’ town too.” You really were, one hand rubbing your clit and two fingers on your other hand fucking into yourself. "Wish you could all see how good they look."

How hard you came that night is what sold you and them that yes you were ready.

So when a week later you found yourself standing just off screen again in your very carefully chosen outfit, Billy and Stu already on the bed, greeting those loyal fans of theirs and waiting for your cue you didn’t feel that ready. You were too caught up in your thoughts because you heard Stu saying your name and you realized they were both looking at you and fuck you missed your in. You hesitated and that led to Billy saying “Awe, is my little princess getting shy?”

And fucking hell he hadn’t called you that before but it really did something for you. Stu held his hand out and Billy was patting the space on the bed between them and you took a deep breath and finally took that step as you tried to say confidently, “As if.”

So they loved you. Of course they did. You were kind of distracted while it was going on, weren’t looking at the chat but they took care of that while you were preoccupied riding Stu, Billy pressed right behind you, hands on you, helping you move and touching you, roaming everywhere. You were breathing so hard, a strained moan leaving your throat as you ground down and Billy leant in closer, “Do you know how many people are seeing you like this right now?”

His hands trailed up your sides and Stu’s hands were on your hips as he pulled you down hard again, fucking up into you from below. You glanced at the screen and caught the number of people in the room and it made you gasp and clench down so hard on Stu it made him let out this groan and it all kind of became a blur for you after that.

But afterwards, when the sweat had dried and you had come back down to Earth they showed you just what people had been saying and my God if it wasn’t a great confidence boost. Also again the money that came in from your appearance, it was impressive to say the least. They didn’t even have to ask, you were the one who brought it up asking, “So when are we doing this again?”

You knew how hard you got off on being watched now, the orgasms you had made that fact irrefutably clear to you but loving the attention so much was a little newer to you. It was a very welcome surprise. So you became a very regular edition to their shows. You got some fans of your very own, got to know some of the regulars and they got to know you too, some would ask questions and it felt good. You were fully included in this, had developed a bit of a rapport with some of them, small in jokes and you even had some people who had told you that they wished you did some solo shows on your own and you couldn’t deny being a little tempted.

Doing this with three of you was the best, if not a little frustrating sometimes.

“Fuc- would you hurry up already?” You whined and that pulled a laugh from Stu, Billy had been taking his sweet time, taking directions from people tipping in the chat and they were having quite a good time denying your satisfaction. Those two boys of yours were enjoying it immensely too. “C’mon don’t rush the man, he’s enjoying himself.”

Your head was in Stu’s lap while Billy was between your spread thighs and he laid a bite down on your inner thigh and you let out a groan, “I’m dying up here-” And then his tongue was much higher, still not high enough, just shy of where you were craving it and he was looking up at you as he said, “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

You were about to attempt a biting retort but you heard the tip jingle again and what happened next made that response die on your tongue and was replaced with an ample moan.

So far in these shows they had been focusing on you a lot, it was new, hot, exciting and those fans of theirs just kept giving them ideas on what to do with you. But you wanted to try and flip the script once and tried to derail a little, and that did not go well for you. Arms bound behind your back, face down on the bed, underwear ripped down and ass in the air when you heard, “If you act like a little brat, I’m gonna treat you like a little brat.” and before you could say boo to that the paddle came down hard on your ass.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, even if the people in the cam room didn’t take it easy on you at all, they just egged your boys on too well. It was agony to sit the next day but the tips were ridiculous.

If you had to pick a favorite night it was probably the one where you did what Billy had teased about in that video they sent you. He was on his back, hands on Stu’s hips as he was balls deep in him and there you were, your lips wrapped around the head of Stu’s cock, messy and sloppy blow job, hand and mouth moving in tandem as you sucked while he got fucked at the same time.

Stu sounded every bit the picture perfect image of a debauched and cock drunk mess. Yours and Billy’s name just constantly spilling out of his mouth along with curses and gasping breaths. “Fuck! Shi-right, right there!” Was the most coherent thing he had said in nearly ten minutes.

He could barely hold on let alone string a sentence together and it made you feel good being part of the teasing, made you feel powerful, listening to the strangled moans Stu would let out when you took him as deep as possible as Billy thrusted in all the way.

“Take’s it so well, doesn’t he?” Billy asked and you hummed around Stu’s shaft before pulling him out, spit soaked hand stroking over him as you confirmed, “Almost too well. Makes you wonder why he ever does anything else.”

He opened his mouth to reply but you engulfed his cock once more and the only thing that left Stu’s mouth was another loud moan, head thrown back from the sensation of your hot wet mouth.

The amount of cum when he did finish was too much for you, it was almost too much to hold in your mouth, you of course showed the mess on your tongue to the camera and lost a little in the process but the mess made the visual all the better. That was just the first one because you didn’t let up until Stu was a total wreck with Billy’s cum leaking out of him.

While Stu was sprawled out, trying to regain some composure, you and Billy were talking with the chat, about how fun that was, how hot it was too and you were teasing Stu, laughing a little as you were saying, “And when I got my mouth back on him after that first orgasm? The moan he let out-” and Billy joined you in on your laughing and teasing as you both parroted it back.

It was all in good fun, or so you thought until Stu was sitting up and hauling you over until he was pulling you down to him, “Just for that I’m gonna suck your clit til you go blind.” and just like that you were brought back down a peg and on the receiving end of their teasing. Still hard for you to be mad about that when you were three orgasms deep less than a half hour later. The viewers like it too, clearly which is the main goal anyway. You didn’t even protest when they were the ones mocking what a mess you were even if that was only because you didn’t have the ability to.

Your boys wanted to up the ante. Every stream has been in that little room they have set up but they wanted to do something extra special. You were a bit hesitant on this one but somehow they managed to talk you into it yet again. So that is how we find you. In the college campus library.

At a table set with four chairs on the upper level, very late, no one else around, laptop set up with the camera facing out. You and Stu in frame and Billy watching the chat, you were struggling very hard at the moment. Trying to be as quiet as possible, thankfully with no one around you didn't at least have to attempt to school your expression as well. Just when you think you are getting a handle on it you hear that tell tale jingle and Billy is holding up the remote and you meet his gaze and try to shake your head, eyes pleading. He gives a non-committal and casual shrug, an expression that suggests, "What you gonna do?"

Asshole.

As if he doesn't have any control in the situation. You watched him turn the remote higher and felt that toy in your underwear increasing in intensity. You bit your bottom lip and tried to hold it in, Stu had one arm thrown around your shoulder, he was leaning so close to you, providing support while having the added benefit of making your predicament even worse and enjoying the view at the same time. You had one leg propped up on this chair, knee bent, giving all too clear a view to the remote vibe nestled against your aching clit, you were leaking obscenely onto the chair below. Breathing erratic, holding onto Stu’s forearm, hips squirming, not sure whether to lean into the sensation or get away from it because it felt fantastic but it was getting harder and harder to not cry out.

Stu could see what a predicament you were in as he said to you, “You make a sound and it’s game over, baby.”

The idea of that was too terrible to bear, you knew the only chance you had of cumming tonight was if you did it here in public and on camera. You heard that pinging yet again and Billy had this smile on his face, “Ooo not a bad idea.”

Stu looked to Billy, eyebrows raised, silently asking what he had in mind and Billy told you both, “If they are having such a hard time staying quiet maybe they need something in their mouth.”

“Oh love that idea.” Stu said with a smile and Billy asked, “Wanna do the honors, Stu?”

And then two fingers were being pushed into your mouth as he said, “It’d be my pleasure.” Honestly it was a good call on their part, because without Stu’s fingers in your mouth providing a makeshift gag you definitely would have ended up moaning too loud and got caught. They didn’t help when they said such amazingly filthy things like-"Looks like your brain is leaking out of that pretty cunt of yours.”

“Chair is soaked. You’re cleaning that up yourself, you know that right?”

They just loved to pile on didn’t they?

When you finally did cum, spectacularly, after several edges and so much drool it was spilling down Stu’s wrist and sliding down his arm you were struck with one fact as you were gasping for air.

That thought being it was a funny coincidence that everything that they had suggested and done with you also ended up being your pleasure.

[inessencedevided]

(You can find the set that this gif belongs to here 💙)

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES: When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours

I was tagged by @aheartfullofjolllly. thank you so much Pat! it was really fun to reflect about my own process 💗 You can find her post here and @lan-xichens' post that started it all here :)

Also thank you @huigusu 🥰 (who tagged me for my nie brothers set) I'll get to that one in a few days!

Now Pat gave me two sets to chose from to show my process, so obviously I chose the more complicated one :P

I only work in Photoshop CC 2018. I know that there are programs out there for easier cutting and sharpening but I have only just figured out how to do that in PS and I am too lazy to figure out any other programs right now xD

1. Idea and Planning

This set, like most of my sets with lyrics started with me reading the poem, clutching my heart and going "oh shit this fits my favourite characters!!". The idea actually started with me thinking that the first stanza of the poem would go really well with wwx during the burial mounds arc. Then I realized that the last stanza fits lwj better than him and from there came the idea to contrast the both of them next to each other. This is when I realized I wanted to do a dark-light contrast set, though I did not know that I would go with red and blue at that time. My idea in the beginning was just to do a black and white set

I was really impressed by how Pat said that she plans her sets around exact timestamps. Because I don't do that at all ^^ I just get ideas for which scenes would fit (in this case the wwx burial mounds scenes and lwj's kneeling and punishments scene) and then I watch the scenes to narrow them down.

Back when I made this set, I still used a screenrecorder (AceThinker Screen Grabber Pro to be precise. They have a test version that allows you to record up to 3 minutes) and recorded the scenes I needed from Netflix. This worked well enough but now I have the entire show saved on an external drive and it makes a world of difference when it comes to gif sharpness

Now, in this case I had to repeat this step once because when I was almost finished, I realized that I wanted a gif for the lwj corner but let's pretend I didn't do that and that's the way this gif was always going to look because otherwise this post will be way too long ^^

2. Creation

Short disclaimer: The creation process for this gifset was anything but linear. Multiple effects I used here were things I had never tried before. I just had a vague idea and tried to realize it through trial and error. So whenever I say "then I did xyz", it is implied that I ultimately went back to that step several times and changed stuff ^^

I started with the Wei Wuxian part of the gif. I usually use a frame rate of 0,06 (with some variation depending on gif length and size). I work in timeline so I converted all the layers to a smart layer. Then I resized the gif into a square, leaving big chunks of the gif empty (as can be seen below.) I flipped the gif horizontally, so he is looking inwards. This was simple because I felt it fitted the composition better. Then I imported the Lan Wangji part of the gif, again with a frame rate of 0,06. (Image 2)

After that I created a layer for masking in a separate PS document by rotating a square until it was point down (is that a rhombus?). I sized it to match my gif (540x540 pxl) and copied it over. (Image 3) a bit of masking magic and ta da! There's the basic layout (Image 4)

I put a layer of solid black behind wwx to get rid of the transparent bits (Image 5) and then started adding more white and black to both sides by adding solid whit and black layers that i put masks on and changed the opacity as i needed (Image 6)

("reading" direction: from the upper left to the lower right corner)

Then I fiddled with the colours a bit. The first thing I always do is using the curves layer to get more contrast. Then I use the colour balance tool and the selective colouring tool to get rid of that cql-typical cyan tint after that it's just trying to have it look "natural" while the colours still fit the overall scheme. This was difficult here because wei Wuxian’s side of the gif was very dark and when i turned up the saturation to see which colour dominated it was a very weird mixture of multiple colours. That's when i decided that I'd just go with red on his side, since lwj's side was already so blue and those to look great as contrasts.

After that just came a lot of fiddling with selective colour layers and brightness and contrast unti I has happy. There really wasn't much to it ^^. (Image 1)

After that I added the text. I knew I wanted the two lines to for a square of some kind. So I tried different fonds until I arrived at the one below. The two lines are in seperate layers so I could move them around and change the spacing between the letters until I was happy with the layout. I also changed the layer mode for the text to "difference" (is that what it's called in english? my PS is set to german sorry ^^), keeping their colour white. (Image 2)

I originally hadn't planned adding anything else but I felt like the gifs (plural because I switched between the gifs of this set) was still kind of empty and lacking, so I added the tear down the middle (a tutorial for that is either coming up later or already posted. I recently got an ask for this :)) (Image 3)

It still felt empty after that, so I tried different overlays. Okay no, first I wasted a lot of time on different free image sides but then I tried out different ones until I chose the one you can see in the finished gif. I liked that one because a) I felt the round shape was a nice contrast to all the straight lines already there and b) because once I applied a black and white filter to it and switched the layer setting to "difference" (again, i hope this is the correct translation) it looked a bit like a moon. (Gif at the top)

("reading" direction: from left to right)

And that's it! :)

Although in general, these gifs took so much fiddling! I went back and forth between them a lot and sometimes almost redid the entire thing because I had no idea what I was doing in the beginning and by the time I noticed an error, the only way to fix it was ti redo everything. So yeah, this set definitely is the the one that took me the longest out of all the ones I've posted so far.

3. Posting

I save all my gifs to my drafts first to see what they look like put together and to check if they look any different on mobile. Usually i do this several times and change stuff until I'm happd enough with it to hit post. Once i am happy enough, i can't hold back. Doesn't matter if it's at a time when nobody is online, i hit post 😅

And that's it!

Tagging:

@lanwuxiann for this gifset (I adore it so much. I've looked at it and read it severat times since you posted it and the poem just kills me every time!)

@suibianjie for this gifset (The combination of static images and gifs in your gifs is always absolutely perfect! This one is only my favourite of yours because the light coming from behind wwx is just so pretty!!! ^^)

@sweetlittlevampire for this piece (It was soooo hard to pick a piece of yours because I have so many favourites! But this one is just so out if this world, I want to know how you worked that magic :D)

@wei-gege for this set (sparkling shijie! 😭 that set is so incredibly beautiful! I love how you matched the colour of the overlay with her dress!)

@purplexedhuman for this set (your gifs are always incredible! I chise this one because it showcases both your colouring skills and some really intricate effects)

If any of you have already been tagged or don't have the time or energy for this, obviously no pressure to do this at all! 🥰

(btw, I originally tried to place the actual text of this under a "read more" cut but somehow it always messed with the order of the images, so this ended up as a rather long post. sorry!)

[waywardodysseys]

Masquerade - Oneshot

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x female reader

Warnings: just a jealous Agent Whiskey

Requested?: Yes by @fuckmeharryhart - You're an agent along with Agent Whiskey and you're attending a gala for a mission. Whiskey gets jealous over all the looks you pull from guys and gals how does he handle his jealousy? Btw you're a wonderful writer and get characters just right like wow way to go ^^

Author’s note: this does contain spoilers for Kingsman: The Golden Circle towards the end

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Ginger walks into the room you’re using to dress for the evening. You are helping Whiskey on a mission at a black-tie formal event at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.

“You look gorgeous,” Ginger whispers as she approaches you from behind, while you look in the floor length mirror.

You laugh nervously, “I haven’t dressed this fancy in ages.”

Ginger smiles at you in the reflection of the mirror, “you’ll be fine. Jack’s to meet you there,” she pauses as she hands you a small coms bud, “I’ll be on the coms. Jack has one too.”

“Yeah, Jack,” you utter.

You’ve been with the Statesman for two years, working alongside Tequila yet when Champ had called you to ask a favor to help Whiskey you couldn’t deny your boss.

“I need someone primarily to go with Whiskey, just to keep him under control.” Champ had mentioned to you days prior.

“And there’s no one else?” You had asked, knowing Whiskey’s reputation. Great agent, charming personality, flirty twenty-four seven.

Champ had informed you no one else was available to accompany him and that this mission was not a one-man job. Therefore, reluctantly agreeing to join Whiskey.

“Good. It’s in New York City. I will let him know he’ll have backup,” Champ had smiled through the hologram call.

You had then boarded a plane for N.Y.C. and now here you are dressed in a frilly rose-gold colored ballgown, about to place a mask on your face, and head out for a night out on the town, which technically wasn’t true but it’s how you felt since you hadn’t dressed up for anything in years.

“You’ll be fine,” Ginger remarks as she gives your arm a reassuring squeeze.

“I hope so.” You state as you place the coms bud in your ear and leave.

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The limo drops you off and you begin walking the red carpet of the Met Gala. Masks donning people’s faces since this year’s theme was “Masquerade.” Multitudes of celebrities were decked out in fancy and shimmering costumes along with their own masks – most looked custom made to match their outfits. Photogs and interviewers lined the stairs to the entrance of the Met, waiting for their chance at speaking with the celebrities who were handpicked to attend this special event.

A tall and lanky gentleman approaches you with a black studded Venetian mask, dressed in a tailored tux complete with bow tie. You smell his cologne as you take note of the thin mustache on his upper lip.

“Jack,” you whisper.

“Darlin’,” Jack drawls in his Southern accent.

You breathe a sigh of relief. You two had arrived separately; you were hoping to find him among the bountiful crowd quickly, not get lost in the sea of people.

Jack takes in your dress along with the black lace laser cut Venetian mask adorning your face, “lookin’ beautiful,” he holds his arm out, “shall we?”

You smile politely, “of course.”

Jack escorts you further into the Met and deeper into the party.

When you think of a masquerade your first thought is from the musical The Phantom of Opera. People dancing choreographed dances in big ballgowns. Music filling the air, people intoxicating themselves with rich champagne and hors d’oeuvres. You also thought about secret couples coming to the event, while others were unaware of them, and enjoying a night where they could be together because of the masks.

The vibrant scene unfolds before the two of you as your eyes take in the extravagant decorations – two and three tiered chandeliers along with ribbons of string in various colors hanging from the ceiling, circular tables with white tablecloths and candelabras, other tables packed with towers of food for consumption. Music flows through the area as people mingle with one another.

“The mark has arrived,” Ginger’s soft voice remarks through the coms buds.

Her voice pulls you out of your trance. You remove your hand from the crook of Jack’s arm and begin walking through the throng of people.

Jack watches you disappear into the crowd then makes his way around the horde of people. He swipes a couple decadent chocolate covered strawberries and eats the treat slowly. He savors the taste as his eyes travel through the crowd. He finds perch on a set of stairs, so he’s able to keep an eye on you and the mark.

He watches as you smile and blush when gentlemen approach you. He also takes in how some of the ladies look at you as you walk by. Jack knows you are a beautiful creature, even without all the makeup and the fancy clothes. Something stirs deep inside of Jack. Is it infatuation? Is it, perhaps, jealously?

When he had heard you were accompanying him his heart leapt. He had been sweet on you since you had begun working for Statesman, was upset when Champ partnered you with Tequila instead of him. He pinned after you for two years and he finally got to work with you. And now, other men were asking you to dance instead of him. He reminded himself you two were here for a job first and foremost.

Jack grasps the bannister as he watches a man take your hand and escorts you to the dance floor. He tightens the grip as jealousy makes his blood boil. He wishes he were the one dancing with you. Wishes his hand was on your lower back, wishes it was his hand your hand was holding as he led you across the dance floor. He wanted to know what your body felt like against his, he wanted to feel your soft skin against his. Jack wanted more than a dance, he wanted all of you.

“You okay Jack?” Ginger’s crisp voice questions.

Jack groans, “I’m fine Ginger.”

“Y/N can’t hear us Jack. Your heartrate is elevated along with your blood pressure. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jack huffs, “where’s the mark? All these goddamn masks! It’s frustrating!” Along with seeing you dance with a man who isn’t him.

“Our source indicated he’d be wearing a suit with coattails along with a gold Venetian mask with what looks like a harp in the middle then a horse on each side of the harp. He has a red and black rose boutonniere pinned to his suit jacket,” Ginger replies.

Jack’s eyes scan over the crowd. He doesn’t see the mark on the first sweep, but then his eyes travel back to you. “Fuck,” Jack mutters under his breath.

“What?” Ginger asks sharply.

The mark is dancing with Y/N, Jack thinks as he tries to formulate a plan is his mind.

After several beats, Ginger pipes back up, “Jack! What is it?”

“I got this handled Ginger,” Jack sighs heavily, “no worries. I promise.” At least he’ll try to promise himself he has this handled.

Jack slowly makes his way down the staircase. His deep brown eyes remaining on you as you dance with the mark. He takes in your eyes holding the other man’s gaze. His mind racing with questions.

Does she know its him? Does she know she’s dancing with the mark? Is she safe, Jack snorts softly, of course she’s safe, you’re here cowboy.

Jack hears your soft laugh as he approaches you dancing with the gentleman. He sees your eyes catch him, sees the slight shake of your head.

She knows, Jack thinks as he stands frozen. His mind scrambling with thoughts of recusing her and hopefully her thanking him later tonight back at his apartment.

Jack balls his hands into fists. Anger and jealously sweeping throughout his body. He’s been trained to rescue those in help, those in need. And you needed him, you needed his help. “Fuck,” Jack curses under his breath and continues walking towards to you and the mark.

“Excuse me,” Jack drawls sweetly as he taps on the gentleman’s shoulder.

You look at Jack in shock and surprise. You had given a shake of your head, fending him off. You knew the man you were dancing with was the mark. You had clearly heard Ginger in your coms bud giving you a description of the mark a minute before you made sure to walk into his eyesight.

“The lady and I are dancing here,” the mark states. He doesn’t remove his hands from your body.

“You’ve been dancing with her long enough,” Jack hisses quietly. He’s holding himself back from punching the gentleman. “I think it’s time to let someone else have a dance with the beautiful lady.”

The mark stands tall, confident. “The lady hasn’t complained—”

Jack steps forward, nearly getting in the man’s face. “She is tiring of you sir.”

You watch as Jack and the mark stand thisclose and face on another. You never had to deal with Tequila being this…jealous? Was Jack jealous of a man dancing with you? Or was it the fact it was the mark dancing with you and not some civilian?

You clear your throat, “gentlemen. I can handle myself. Thank you very much.” You smile weakly at them as they both turn and look at you. “Besides everything has been taken care of.”

Jack raises a brow. He knows what you are referring to – the tracker. The mark on the other hand just shakes his head.

“Obviously this gentleman wants to dance with you mi lady,” the mark slightly bows then moves on, “maybe a dance for after dinner?”

You smile politely, give a curt nod, “maybe.”

The mark nods in return then excuses himself and walks away.

Your eyes on him as the mark retreats. You move your eyes sharply to Jack, “I had everything under control Jack,” you emphasize his name with a hiss, “I didn’t need you coming to my rescue.”

“I, uh,” Jack stutters, “I just thought you needed help. Not rescuing.” But he did want to rescue you.

“Help. Rescue,” you shrug, “basically mean the same thing,” you sigh heavily at his silence, “Ginger informed me of his description seconds before he approached me and asked for a dance. I was shocked but thankful I didn’t have to seek him out.”

Jack frowns, “she described him to me then I saw him with you. I’m sorry. I got caught up in the moment.” No, you got jealous. “But you did place the tracker on him?”

You nod, “yes. Don’t worry. Ginger said it’s activated. We’ll finally get him Jack. And the Statesman will be able to get more information on Poppy.”

The Statesman had been gathering information on Poppy Adams for months now, concerned she was going to release a drug to the world’s population. The mark you had placed the tracker on was dating the woman, and hopefully keeping tabs on him would lead the Statesman to Poppy’s lair because she’s hidden away from the world.

Jack moves his eyes up and down your body. He has the opening to ask for your hand. He holds his out, “will you dance with me?”

Your heart skips a beat as you look down at Jack’s outstretched hand. He did help me, your mind thinks as you gnaw absentmindedly on your bottom lip, what the hell. You smile, “yes.”

Jack smiles brightly, keeps the moan inside of him as he feels your soft hand in his. Your hand is small in his brawny one as he pulls you close with his other hand and places it on your lower back. His body filling with warmth as he’s able to feel you against him.

After minutes twirling around in silence to the music and moving around other couples on the dance floor, Jack finds his voice, “you should be my partner.”

What, you think as his mind draws you away from the music and concentrating on moving your feet in the right direction. You hum lightly trying to absorb Jack’s words. “I am Tequila’s partner Jack.”

Jack sighs, “but it’s Tequila,” he says the agent’s name with disdain, “I’m sure being stuck in Kentucky isn’t thrilling. The city is thrilling Y/N. I could show you around the town.” And my place.

“I don’t get into bed with my partners Jack,” you retort. You smile and continue as he looks at you in disbelief, “if you want something with me, I cannot work as your partner.”

Jack let’s your words sink in. I have a chance. “So, maybe I have a chance?”

You laugh lightly, keeping in the back of your mind you know he’s a charmer and a flirt. You are going to take this one step at a time. “Maybe Jack. But it’s one chance. Just. One.”

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

AHHH HELLO!!!! no worries, i figured you got busy!! life just happens like that, i hope everything has been okay for you!! 🤍 ALSO HEAR ME OUT: sadistic doms who are also mocking in all the right ways 😩 like all [in a consensual context duh] “aw baby, what was that? you want me to stop? but you were begging SO pretty before, i don’t know if you really know what you need... don’t worry though, i’ve gotcha” 😌 don’t mind me channeling my inner smut writer imagining steve saying that to bucky just HITS DIFFERENT OKAY

hehe i like showing off how good i am and wanna make my dom happy so yes i am obedient!!! sometimes just a little dumb in all the right ways too 😌 and if you don’t mind questions then 👀 would you rather punish or praise a sub or both ?¿ also i was wondering ur comfort levels with ur sub anons calling u sir or daddy or another title? i know some people don’t mind but others like to reserve it for official relationships and all so!! i just wanted to check in with ur boundaries / ask permission! OH AND IMPACT PLAY 👏👏👏 i have such a fascination with floggers and crops and paddles i won’t lie, i’m so 😩 i am ON MY KNEES

oh god okay okay i feel bad bc my asks are like essay lengths at this point so 😭😭 i will be hopping in the shower to prevent this from getting longer HAVE A GOOD REST OF THE DAY AND PLS TAKE UR TIME RESPONDING IF U NEED TO SMOOCH 🤍🤍🤍 -🐶

(Adding your other ask into this one)

also: me looking at the ROPE in ur header like 👀 hello????? rope ????!!!! 🧎(oh btw i don’t think i mentioned but in case it comes up- my pronouns are they/them but i don’t mind being called a good boy😌) - 🐶

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Hello! Everything has been pretty okay recently, yeah thanks.

Yes.

I completely agree, I love humiliation and praise and meanness and softness. Just- all of it. Sadists and masochists are truly a match made in heaven. Always.

Mmm-hmm, yes yes, Steve mocking Bucky a little, making him squirm and flush red-hot, "aw baby, what was that? you want me to stop? but you were begging SO pretty before, i don’t know if you really know what you need... don’t worry though, i’ve gotcha" 🤤

I mean, hey, you got it, flaunt it. If you're good you might as well be as good as you can. (Also, God, I love that word in reference to literally any sub, Obedient, I don't know why but... there's just something in how undeniably submissive it means the sub is?)

Praise or punish a sub? Eh, it depends on the mood I'm in (also possibly on the mood they put me in 😏).

Calling me sir/daddy/other title? I mean, I don't think that would bother me so sure. (But I can't promise that when I first read it I won't read it like how I read anon's calling me "king" in a jokey but affectionate way, y’know? There is something less official about it being over the internet and not in person like you mentioned).

Yes yes yes- paddles and floggers and crops. I love them. There's such beautiful, sadistic artistry to them. (I'm also half tempted to try to learn how to work with wood (that's what she said) like I work with clay and 2D art mediums so I can eventually make paddles and plugs and stuff but... that's expensive and I'm Broke™️)

YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY TOO WHEN YOU READ THIS PUPPY!

Ask two:

Your eyes don't deceive you ;) It is rope.

Rope is also so good, both in artistry and in how easily it restrains whoever is tied up. And all the different ties... I wanna try all of them on a willing participant. And I'm not gonna lie, I've always wanted to tie subs up but I'm also curious about being tied up myself. It sounds appealing But I also know how much I like control and I assume the complete inability to move would freak me out some. So... we'll see.

(Good to know! Thanks for mentioning that, I'll keep that in mind, pup!)

[blitzturtles]

Title: Fatigue

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo

Pairing(s): BruMis

Summary: Truth be told, Bucciarati doesn’t think that he has much left in him. He’s at his limit; hit the wall nearly two hours ago, in fact, but he’s forced himself forward through sheer willpower. It’s not as though he hasn’t pushed past worse (blood pouring from his shoulder at an alarming rate, lungs burning with a need for air--). A bit of exhaustion isn’t going to stop him, not when the wellbeing of his Team depends so heavily on him.

Notes: Btw, I'm doing a writing giveaway! Check out this post to see how to enter.

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Truth be told, Bucciarati doesn’t think that he has much left in him. He’s at his limit; hit the wall nearly two hours ago, in fact, but he’s forced himself forward through sheer willpower. It’s not as though he hasn’t pushed past worse (blood pouring from his shoulder at an alarming rate, lungs burning with a need for air--). A bit of exhaustion isn’t going to stop him, not when the wellbeing of his Team depends so heavily on him.

So he pushes onward, with one foot in front of the other and eyes that cross from the effort that it takes to keep them open. Sticky Fingers catches him no less than three times in the span of thirty minutes. Their hands hold to his hips until he’s steady enough on his feet again, and he has to ignore the look he gets from his own Stand. That harsh, unseeing gaze that must look so similar to the unimpressed looks he shoots his Team when they’ve pushed themselves too far.

Bucciarati shakes it off like he does the burning ache in his limbs. Just a bit longer. He can rest soon.

Even as he thinks the words, his feet drag underneath him, and his toes catch, pitching him forward. Sticky Fingers snatches him up under his arms and refuses to let go. Bucciarati meets their helmeted gaze with tired, bloodshot eyes, but his Stand doesn’t let go, which means Bucciarati isn’t doing anything until he’s satisfied his Stand’s protective nature. Damn reflections of the soul.

“Fine,” he nearly spits, because it feels like a sore topic. To rest when he doesn’t think he’s earned it yet, but he knows a losing battle when he sees it. Besides, he doesn’t want to be caught in the middle of the hall having a (mostly) non-verbal argument with his own Stand. That would be a touch more humiliating than he can handle when his nerves are already overworked and fried.

Without intending to, Bucciarati gravitates toward the one person he trusts above all else when he’s in this state. Thankfully, Mista isn’t hard to find. He’s been on the couch for the last three days, thanks to a sprained ankle and an away Giorno.

Bucciarati says nothing as he drops his weight onto the couch unceremoniously. He collapses against Mista, suddenly feeling empty. Devoid of-- anything, really. He has nothing left to give now that his momentum has been stripped away, and he’s feeling oddly on edge. With emotions that are threatening to teeter wildly if he thinks too hard. Instead, he curls his arms around himself and presses closer to Mista.

Five, having watched everything unfold, panics-- shrieks, “The Boss doesn’t look so good!”

“I know,” Mista says after a moment. He doesn’t need anyone to point that out. He can see it in the way that Bucciarati only curls tighter. “It’s okay,” he adds, or it will be. He moves to hook an arm around Bucciarati, and his fingers graze along Bucciarati’s arm. A slow, barely there gesture that’s meant to ease Bucciarati into the concept of physical comfort. Mista knows better than to bombard him all at once, particularly when he’s like this.

Several minutes pass before Mista can feel some of the tension ease from Bucciarati’s shoulders, and he moves on to petting the length of Bucciarati’s bicep until that, too, has an effect.

It’s a slow affair, working over fatigued muscles and frayed nerves, but it’s a task that Mista’s more than happy to take up. It’s rare that he gets a chance to take care of Bucciarati; the man so rarely lets his guard down.

Eventually, Mista is able to shift them so Bucciarati is resting against him. Chest pressed to chest and the length of Bucciarati’s body settled between Mista’s legs. Mista has his back against the arm of the sofa. He can’t see Bucciarati’s face, considering where it’s currently buried against his neck, but he can see the way Bucciarati’s body sags gradually as he finally stops fighting his body’s needs and begins to doze off.

Mista runs his fingers through Bucciarati’s hair a few times, testing the waters. When Bucciarati doesn’t pull back, he sets to work on unclipping the barrettes and undoing the braid. His fingers smooth through the length of Bucciarati’s hair until they no longer snag, and he’s left looking down at half-wavy, half-straight hair.

The temptation to continue playing with it is too strong for him to resist. Besides, it doesn’t seem to be bothering Bucciarati, so he cards his calloused fingers through again and again, as if he might be able to straighten out the previously plated pieces to match the rest of Bucciarati’s hair.

He’s completely unsuccessful, but Bucciarati lets out a sleepy, contented sigh against his neck that only encourages Mista to keep going. He scratches his short nails against Bucciarati’s scalp every time he brings his hands back up, and gently works the length of the long, black strands until he finds the ends once more. It’s soothing, in a way. The TV has long since been tuned out with Mista no longer recognizing the program that’s on, and he doesn’t care. There’s not a sight better in this world then the one he’s been blessed with now.

Soft snores break him out of his thoughts, and Mista has to bite back a laugh. Not because he thinks it’s funny, but because Bucciarati’s snores are about as endearing as the rest of him. Quiet, gentle things that reaffirm that he’s asleep without being obnoxious, which is more than Mista can say about his own, but that’s beside the point.

“You gotta learn how to come to me sooner,” Mista murmurs, quiet enough to not disturb Bucciarati, but he hopes the man might get it through his thick skull anyways. It’s fine if he doesn’t; Mista’s more than happy to care for the man when he gets like this. He just hates seeing Bucciarati suffering. Needlessly. He can’t bear the weight of the world on his shoulders, no matter how hard he tries. He’s done it long enough, yet he still can’t let go.

It’s fear, Mista knows. Fear that if Bucciarati stops, if he looks away for even a moment, something will happen. His Team will be gone. Mista gets that, and he’s not sure how to help someone with a problem he hasn’t figured out himself. He can only hope that these little sessions are enough to keep Bucciarati going until they figure it out.

[sabrinajennings]

A Word About Character Development: Appearances

So this is a super hot button topic in which opinions are widely varied, and I'm actually kinda afraid to put my thoughts out there. So definitely don't think this post is meant to be dogmatic (btw NONE of my posts are meant to be dogmatic). I actually struggle really badly with writing characters physical appearances, so most of my opinion here comes as a reader.

1. Ditch the numbers: The only time I would ever describe someone by their height and weight would be to the police, and even then it would be their height and clothes size. I would never ever describe one of my friends to another using their size as a description and I hope they wouldn't describe me that way either. Yet for some reason I read descriptions like "She's 5'11", 125lbs" (btw that's probably an unhealthy weight for someone that tall). Reading a description from a friend (or love interest) that way sounds unrealistic.

It doesn't come off any better in the mirror either. How often do you stand before a full length mirror and think about your appearance in numbers?

Exceptions? If your character is especially tall or short their actual height may become relevant (I have an adult MC who is 4'11" and I have mentioned it.) otherwise words like tallish or on the petite side or average all work fine.

2. Instead try proportions: If you must describe your character's body (and you may find you can forgo such a description - l have found many of my favorite authors do) try proportions.

Examples:

'... Her skirt swirled around her ankles in the summer breeze; the vertical stripes drawing attention to her long legs.' (so it's not a great description - told you I struggle--but you get the idea and it is better, IMO, than 5'11", 125)

or "The western cut of the shirt accentuated his broad shoulders, drawing taut across them as he reached up to adjust his bolo tie."

3. Readers don't need full descriptions on page (or chapter, or even part) 1: I think this is a misconception that leads to the numbers and mirror descriptions. Authors seem to feel the reader needs to 'see' the character from the minute they are introduced when in reality what the character is doing is more interesting than what they look like. Plus readers tend to have pretty vivid imaginations so trust me, they aren't going to picture the character as a crash test dummy until you fill them in. If that's what your worried about, that the reader will picture your character differently than you do- well, I hate to say it, but you *might* have to loosen up on that idea a bit. I know you've spent hours plotting every contour of their face and memorized their scars and/or tattoos, and the way the sunlight glints off that one part of their hair, and the idea of anyone seeing them another way is anathema. But it'll be okay. If you work in some descriptive details here and there later the reader will adjust their idea gradually until it matches yours and it will be much more effective than an info dump on page 3.

4. (most) Readers aren't police sketch artists: Maybe I'm just really bad with art (okay no maybe- I'm hopeless at art) but when I read a description like: 'She had a heart shaped face with high cheekbones, a button nose, and hooded brown eyes framed by hundreds of tiny dredlocks...' I have no idea what this character looks like except for eye color and hair. This description may be perfectly clear to those of you who are artists, but I'm going to have to go to goolge images to try and figure it out. (actually I'm probably just going to imagine what I think they might look like my own way and go on). Once again I would never describe my friends like I was talking to the police.

5. Let them Smile: or frown actually. If you want to talk about their face tell me if their cheeks push their lower lids into a squint when they smile or how much their eyebrows close the upper lids when they frown. Describe dimples and scars. Let me know about nervous habits (do they bite their lip or tongue? Cross their eyes in frustration? Can they raise one eyebrow? (and which one or both independently)). These little things provide (to me at least) a much fuller picture than a description of shapes, and they make the character much more 3-dimensional.

6. Please not a clothes-horse: Wedding? Prom? Halloween? Actual superhero? Model actually during a fashion show? Okay then we probably need to know exactly what the character is wearing. Otherwise a vague (or nonexistent) description of their clothing will suffice. In a contemporary story this slows the pace too much, and in a historical work is slows the pace AND feels like you're trying to show off your research. Plus it makes the POV character feel a bit shallow to me if they are always talking about clothes. Tell me they have on jeans and a T-shirt (or their pj's, Or that they changed into their riding habit) and I'm good to go.

Exception: in addition to the above exceptions, if the characters clothing choices are a noted quirk (I have a character who basically collects pajamas), you should mention them, but a brief description will still get the point across. (example: the character I referred to previously will always be wearing a different pair of pajamas in a night scene, but I still don't go overboard with detail ('red plaid flannel', 'princess camo', 'mickey mouse'). The words on a graphic tee are another great example or a collection of eclectic color sneakers. If the outfit requires a multi-sentence description it needs to be a special outfit.

7. Furniture: Furniture descriptions are pretty rare, but I'm still going to mention it quickly. Basically everything I just said about clothes applies to home furnishings too. If you describe the trash can, it needs to be a really special trash can.

8. Building layout: Ooh this is a tough one. I struggle with this as a writer because I literally use like 2 basic blueprints in my head so if I'm not careful everyone's house comes out the same. Obviously you don't want that, but that's probably a rare problem. More commonly I see way too much detail and I get confused. Maps? They are a staple of certain sub genres but I'd rather not see them elsewhere. I would say most scenes are not dependent on the layout of the building so you can probably leave off the turn by turn tour. Action sequences seem most likely to require specific detail about the setup, and 1 method is to have 2 characters planning an attack which will involve going over the description of the building together. If that doesn't work you can have a single character assess the place in their head right before the information becomes relevant. A verbal blueprint in chapter 1 is probably going to be forgotten by the time we get to a fight scene in chapter 15.

But don't forget your characters are human too. (unless they aren't of course). So they might not remember the layout of a multi story building perfectly and realize only after they have made a mistake (oops we were having a major brawl over top of the jewelry store that has motion sensitive alarms and now the cops are here).

Personally I try not to describe any unnecessary rooms - even their location. If you tell me we are at a 3 story mansion, I will assume about 30 rooms even if you only describe 2. If you try to tell me where all 30 rooms are I will probably skip the description and review it if it becomes relevant.

Yikes that was a long post! Hope this helps someone!

[mistymark]

the one with the annotations.

dong sicheng x reader // 3.7k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which sicheng keeps writing in the books at the library and it should be obvious but that’s,,, not,,, allowed???

warnings: none its just fluff, theres some humour if u like,, squint

requested; yes :D - “Enemies to lovers 👀 with sicheng? Love your writing btw 💕” from anon

notes; based on this prompt: ”You’ve got to stop returning books full of corrections and spiteful comments in red pen bc I can’t stop reading them and my boss gives me disapproving glares when I laugh at the funny ones

ohhhhh boi

so while you were at uni you had a part time job at the library

because surprise surprise as a lit major you like books

shocker there

you always tried to work the late shifts, closing up and doing the returns

just because it was easy and relaxing organising and restacking the books

but soon you wished you took the earlier shifts

because of dong sicheng

not to be dramatic but

your long rival

he started coming to the library to borrow books

because that’s kind of the point of a library

but he ended up liking the environment for studying

and would stay there for hours just to study

and you’d admire his hardworking nature

if he left on time, that is

you would do the rounds ten minutes before closing

just to tell everyone like

‘hey, we’ll be closing in around ten minutes if you want to begin packing up’

but this bitch

would nEVER PACK UP ON TIME

you’d end up standing at his table with your bag and the keys in your hand

tapping on the wood to try and get his attention

and him slowly packing up afterwards

even tho he kNOWS you want to go home

‘you’re just as slow as you were in kindergarten hey?’

and he’d be so furious

‘you know you cheated’

‘I don’t remember any such thing’

and maybe you did maybe you didn’t

you were like four years old

as if you’d remember a race you won when you were that age

he just rolls his eyes and leaves as you lock the doors

you leave in the other direction

happily leaving him behind

but he stops by every Monday Tuesday and Thursday night to study

which are the days you work as well

he acts like it’s just part of his schedule 

but he worked out if he came in on Wednesday’s he didn’t have the opportunity to annoy you

and honestly?

annoying you at the end of your shift and after a long session of studying was the highlight of his night

but he keeps borrowing books

and you’re like

whatever

until he borrows this new book you’ve been wanting to read for ages

and you were low-key so bitter

this lil bitch has no way of knowing you wanted that book but somehow he does and that’s the only reason he’s borrowed it

even though,, he literally had no idea lmao

tbh u probably would have wanted to talk to him about the books he reads bc u have very similar taste

okay the same taste

but he’s such an asshole ur like nah fam

anyways he returns it after a week

boy reads fast ok

and when he goes to drop it in the returns box

you just take it from his hand and scan it under your name straight away

and put it under the desk so no one else can borrow it

and when there’s a lull in the work at the library

you reach under the table for the book and rifle through it

and you notice a few pencil marks

and upon further inspection you realise they’re comments referencing certain parts of the book

and you do nOT stand for vandalism

but some of them are fuckin hilarious not gonna lie

on the page you just happened to open

you can see there’s a comment beside a passage of text depicting a fight scene

‘this would kill someone wtf’

and u laugh and wonder who had done this

like the book had only been out for a little while

and u finish it in just less than a week

bc u read a lot during your shifts

probably a lot more than you should tbh

and seriously the comments made the book better

you hadn’t laughed so hard at random commentary so much

like the words were exactly what you were thinking

you couldnt help it

while ur putting some of the books back in the middle of your shift

!!!! you see another book that u might like !!! 

not to judge a book by its cover butttttttt

it looks like ur type oop-

and after flipping through it

to get an idea of font size and chapter length cause ur a whole nerd like that

u see it ALSO has pencil markings

in the borders and underlining sentences

and without even thinking u borrow it

just to read the funny comments again

and ur boss comes up to you during your shift and is like

‘have you seen someone’s been writing in the books? look at this’

and thrusts a book in ur face

and ur like ??????? okay chill I’ll look

and u read the writing she’s pointing at

the familiar loopy handwriting adorning the page

and it says ‘I hope she throws her drink in his face’

when u read the paragraph for context

u realise it’s a confession scene

a few lines down the mystery person has written ‘called it.’

and u can’t help but laugh

like come on that was funny

but ur boss doesn’t agree

she just asks you to find out who’s doing it so they can be suspended from the library

or charged with vandalism

or something

she wants vengeance

u roll ur eyes and go to one of the staff computers

scrolling through the lists of borrowers for that specific book

and it’s a fuckin library that book has been borrowed a loT

2031 times ???????????????

you almost fall of your chair tbh

then someone clears their throat in front of u

and u immediately apologise as u try and get the right tab up to process the borrower’s book

but once u look at the person in front of u

you wish you hadn’t been so nice

sicheng stands in front of you

a grin on his face as he hands you another book

smug bitch is so happy he startled u

‘looking at porn on the library computer, yn?’

u laugh

‘I’m not u in 8th grade’

he glares at you as he takes his book and goes back to his desk to continue studying

u were soooo hoping he’d leave

even tho u kinda enjoyed looking at him

like dude was hot okay

what were u supposed to do????

ur actual job????

please.

so he stays

and when it’s ten minutes til closing

u go and let everyone know

and u stop at sichengs table

and he’s writing out notes or something

idk it’s not like u care anyway lol

but he’s lowkey frustrated bc he keeps messing up this one goddamn formula

so he erases it

and that’s when u catch a glimpse of his handwriting

and bruh am I high or is that the exact same handwriting as in the books

I mean he has borrowed a few of the books

and he’s into that genre

not that you've checked out his borrowed list or anything

basically ur having this whole conversation with yourself in your head

bc ur cool like that

and he’s like ????? why this bitch standing over my shoulder and watching me write out this equation

until he’s like ‘what are u doing’

and ur like !!!!! oh hi !!! sorry I was busy listening to the voices in my head lmao xD

jk jk

‘have u been writing in the books’

and suddenly he’s super shy

and he has this massive grin

and he’s like ‘no’

bitch we know it was u stfu

u roll ur eyes and ur like ‘its not funny my boss wants you to be suspended’

he squints at you

‘how do you even know it was me’

and then:

‘DO YOU HAVE E V I D E N C E’

and u cross your arms

like a badass bitch

and ur like ‘I have plenty of evidence actually’

‘for one, youve borrowed all the books that have been found with writing’

‘and your handwriting matches’

subconsciously he covers his notebook with his arm to hide his handwriting

and he's like ‘why are u telling me this’

you're taken aback by the question tbh

like ?????? to be a good person ??????

idk u fuckwit just wanted to warn you

‘thought you'd want to know’

and he just turns back to his book

and you shrug and walk away like ok get suspended then see if I care

but u do :((

but as you walk away hes like

‘wait’

‘Im gonna be suspended??’

and u nod like ye that's what I just said but ok

‘like I cant borrow or I cant come in at all?’

u don't know tbh

‘both I think?’

and suddenly there's panic in his eyes

another person walks past u and thanks u

and u mindlessly tell them to have a good night as they leave

everyone has left

except sicheng of course

that beautiful son of a-

wait why did u say beautiful

‘what can I do to nOT get suspended??’

and u shrug bc idk dude not my problem

but then u think about it

‘I mean if u get rid of the evidence theres no way u can be suspended, right?’

and he seems so happy at the thought

‘would you help me? please?’

and ur sooooooo skeptical

‘depends. what do u want to me to do?’

‘I mean I need access to the books so’

‘yeah ill let u in and out’

‘I can't exactly just erase the markings when people could be watching’

and that's exactly how you end up sitting in the library with dong sicheng at 11pm at night rifling through books to find odd pencil markings to erase

it wasnt that hard

u just got his record up

*snorts* ‘you borrowed ‘how to talk to girls’ when we were thirteen’

and he just rolled his eyes and marched to the computer like ‘you can see my record I deserve to see yours’

and ur like NOOOOOO nononononono

but later

‘you've read all the light-fighter novels??’

he looks at you from where hes searching for one of the books on the list, an eyebrow raised

‘yeah why’

‘dude,, I loved those books’

and he smiles a little

‘thats where I started marking the books tbh, every time I read it id add a little cross in the corner of the cover bc I read it so often’

part of u is a little impressed

the other is annoyed at how similar your taste in books is

but the first part keeps asking why u hate him so much

other than the staying late and the snarky comments

which you actually find kinda funny-

anyways

once you've gathered up a few of the books

like at least ten each

you sit on the floor of the childrens section

beanbags sprawled out beneath you as u read through some of the books

most of them you've read before

and every time you giggle at something hes written his smile gets a little bigger

but of course youre looking at the book so you dont notice

and he keeps his head down

‘is it bad that im hungry’

you lift your head from the book to look at sicheng

hes not even reading anymore hes just lounging back on the beanbags

and maybe he'd been watching u read

watching as the smile on your face grew wider at his commentary

‘I didnt see you leave tonight. have u eaten?’

you furrow your brows in thought, trying to recall having seen him leave

‘you been watching me, y/n?’

‘have you been eating, sicheng?’

and there's something about the way you say his name that makes his heart jump

his voice is soft as he looks at you in the dark

‘no’

you focus back on the book in front of you

‘finish whatever book youre on and we’ll call it a night’

‘what, you wanna go eat?’ 

you cant tell if hes just surprised or if hes hopeful

or something else

‘no but I do want to sleep’

you laugh and he forces a laugh too

you dont notice the difference

when you've returned all the books

he meets you at the front door as you grab the book you'd been reading that shift

hes just standing by the door on his phone

and maybe its bc ur tired or maybe its just him

but u cant help thinking

Jesus Christ this boy is attractive

and okay maybe u had a crush on him a few years ago

but hey! you were eleven what could u do

the crush still lasted like two years tho lmao

but u shoulder your bag and open the door for him

making sure to lock it carefully

and he walks with you in the direction of your apartment

and ur like oh u live this way too?

and hes like nah

but what kind of boy would he be if he didnt accompany home

like christ y/n u could be h u r t out here at this time of night

but you just smile at him bc wow thats ??? actually ??? kinda sweet

‘who are u and what have u done with dong sicheng’

and there goes his heart again

he just nudges u with his elbow 

and u laugh at him and continue on ur way

when u get to ur building he thanks u for ur help in the most polite way possible

and u can kind of see that hes actually rlly nice ??? how ???

but hes back at the library the next day

and of course he comes up to the counter as soon as he spots you

sneaking around a few desks so u dont hear him come up behind you to whisper ‘BOO!’ in your ear

you jump like three feet in the air and spin around to tell him to get out from behind the desk

‘I dont see a nametag on u that means u have to be on THAT side of the desk thank u very much’

‘didnt realise your name tag said bitch on it geeeez y/n ://’

and u just fix him with a glare once hes finally on the right side

‘are u borrowing a book or not’

‘nuP’

he leans on the desk

his eyes staring straight into yours

‘just wanted to ask if u were able to stay back tonight’

you roll ur eyes

you'd barely gotten any sleep last night

but the look of concern on his face when he realises youre hesitating makes you nod

‘of course,, wouldnt want my least favourite person to get kicked out’

‘I always knew you had a soft spot for me’

you roll ur eyes aGAiN

‘go bother someone else’

‘oh is the hot librarian in?’

you push him away from the desk

but he doesnt miss the faint smile on ur lips

‘sicheng dont make me give you $100 in overdue book fees’

he sticks his hands up at the threat, his eyes wide

‘no. please. ill do anything’

when u raise an eyebrow at him, he just grabs the book you'd been reading (and not yet borrowed) and walks away

and he winks too

u have to stop your heart from beating out of its chest

and later

its 8pm and the library is officially closing

and for the past three hours you'd been walking to sicheng’s desk and subtly been trying to steal your book back

but every single time hes seen you coming

and pulled the book under the desk or into his lap

away from your grabbing hands

every. single. time.

you tap your foot impatiently at him when its time to continue ur undercover project

and he smiles down at his notebook when he hears u huff in annoyance at him

he dramatically looks up at you

‘do you need something?!’

‘do you want to get suspended?!’

he narrows his eyes at you but stands up anyway

he carefully puts his things in his bag and takes the list of books from your hands

a few of them are already crossed out as having been checked and erased

but theres still a lot to go

it takes you almost three weeks to finally get to the last day

and it had been the same thing every time;

sicheng took forever to pack up

you'd eventually find about ten books each

sit in the children’s section

laugh and chat about your lives while you went through the books

tease each other

and when you'd finished,

he'd walk you home

every single time

without fail

it became a habit that on the Tuesdays he'd stop by on his way to his morning class to drop coffee off for you

because he'd kept you up the night before

and it became easy to lose track of time with sicheng

he was just so engaging

there was no part of you that felt bored or uncomfortable with him

yeah he was annoying and infuriating

but his good book taste made up for it

and his annotations in the margins of the books too

‘is this the last of them?’

he squints down at the page again, counting the books on the table again

its the third time hes counted

‘surely ive read more than this’

‘not from this library ://’

you blow your hair out from your face and look down at the pile

‘you know, I think my manager is starting to get really suspicious of me’

‘why’ he looks up briefly from his book to read your face

but you try and remain calm

‘well she only told me about the markings right. and now theyre disappearing’

he looks at you like ?????

‘well she knows ive been closing up late... I think she thinks I did it’

he laughs ‘you? has she met you?’

you pout and throw a pillow at him

‘HEY! what's that supposed to mean :((’

‘it means ive never met someone who's so protective over books as you’

you think about it, chewing ur bottom lip

‘lets just finish this’

‘do u want to get food after’

he surprises you with the sudden question

and the slight nervousness thats evident on his face really makes you want to say yes

but you have a class tomorrow

and you always try and finish up here earlier on a Thursday night

‘cant :((’

he nods and goes back to readng

theres silence for a while

but you find it comfortable

sicheng on the other hand, feels as though hes just been shot down

like

you just turned down his date

you've kinda noticed hes more reserved now

quiet

but rlly hes just kind of embarrassed

until u say something that gives him hope

‘I,, uh, I dont have plans tomorrow night’

and ngl boy is stunned

‘just if u wanted to go see a movie or something idk’

now its ur turn to be embarrassed

u hope ur hair is hiding ur face as u look back down at the book in ur lap bc no doubt ur blushing

but sicheng is just staring at you

and

before even saying anything

he leans over the gap between you

with all the books

and hovers in front of your face

ur so shocked and ur heart is beating way too hard and fast and ur breathing is too quick to be normal are you having an attack I dont know-

and then he leans forward a little bit more

and his lips meet yours

and suddenly its like a fireworks display went off inside you

and then its almost midnight on a Thursday night and ur sitting in the children's section of your workplace in the beanbags with sicheng cupping ur face and kissing you

he just really needed to kiss you

like more than he needed air

and when u finally pull back

he loves how breathless you are

how you have to fight to keep the smile off your face

how you stare at him with wide eyes

‘so its a date then?’

you blush even redder

and nod

‘ye its a date :))’

but for the next fifteen minutes you sit in stunned silence together

small smiles playing on your faces

until u look at your watch and ur like

‘shit sicheng I have to go’

and his eyes widen bc holy crap u were supposed to leave like half an hour ago

so u both sprint around the library trying to put all the books back

and he meets you at the door again after you've grabbed the keys and made sure everything that needed to be locked was,,, u know,, locked

and when ur walkign to the door again

hes on his phone

u cant see but hes texting his friends about what happened lmao what a softie

and when u walk out together

without thinking he grabs your hand

and u walk home

hand in hand

after midnight

he clears his throat

‘so uh,, when actually is our date’

‘my last class ends at 5-’

‘so 5 it is’

‘are u sure??’

he nods happily

and he presses a gentle kiss to ur forehead when u get to ur doorstep

‘ill see u tomorrow’

but the next day

when u come out of your last class

a little giddy

a little too excited

and see him leaning against one of the stone pillars

effortlessly handsome

you feel your heart flip

and maybe ur just tired or maybe its him

but hes really attractive

like really really attractive

its actually just that youre in love with him

he doesnt see you coming

too focused on something on his phone

but he definitely sees you when you push his hand out to the side and step onto ur toes to kiss him

and u can feel him smile a little as he kisses you back

‘ready for that date?’

‘yeah, where are we going’

‘so I was thinking we could go to the libra- HEY! dont hit me I was j o k i n g y/n jesus christ’

[idk-loving-kpop]

Hi! I saw you are doing written ships and, if you don't mind, I'd like to submit one for EXO and Super Junior please. Btw I love your writing and I hope you are doing well!

I am 5'3", kinda chubby, shoulder length brown hair (but I'm going to get a pixie cut soon), green eyes, full lips, and freckles all along my nose and upper cheeks. I have glasses, and I don't really like my smile. I don't really like my appearance, I think my face is fat but I'm trying to workout, diet, and lose some weight before going back to school. I'm very much a tomboy, my entire wardrobe consists of jeans, t-shirts, a couple pairs of sweatpants, nerdy sweaters, and sneakers (I'm working on getting more fashionable though!). And because I'm very self-conscious I often get upset and flustered when anyone points out something about me (for example, my friend pointed out I was wearing a tighter t-shirt and everyone looked over and I panicked😅)

I enjoy writing, playing video games (mostly PS3 games cause I'm saving up for a PS4), watching random YouTube videos, and listening to music (mostly Rock). My education is very important to me and I'm often up really late or stressed all day, but I do like to take breaks and just curl up somewhere and look at the ceiling or busy myself and clean my room.

I'm often really shy and quiet when you first meet me, people see me as very kind but unapproachable because of this. But if I feel comfortable with you I am very funny and happy. Some would say I'm emotionally closed-off, I don't cry and I don't talk about my feelings, but my friends see it as a bigger issue than I do, I really don't care. I do not like parties or being the center of attention, it makes me extremely shy and some people take it as me being ungrateful. But I am actually very appreciative of anything anyone gives or does for me. I'm pretty flexible when it comes to small issues or decisions, but if there is anything I'm passionate about or have a strong opinion on I can be very stubborn. (There's Taurus energy for you.) So yeah I'm a Taurus. I was born **/**/** (I don't know which part of my birthday you need so here's everything😂) 

But thank you so much and I really appreciate it!💕❤️💕

Hi! I submitted a written ship request earlier and I forgot my MBIT, and wanted to give it to you just in case, it's INFP-T, sorry about that😅

HI!!!! YAAAY YOU ASK FOR SUPER JUNIOR!!! Becarefull with letting emotions build up, if you keep things bottle up it will blow up sooner or later.  That is mentally unhealthy. If you ever need to vent, you can always do it via Anon. Sometimes strangers online help better than people in your normal life, it helped me a lot in the past.  If you want to lose weight I recommend 2 things. Walk and portion control.  Please don’t do extreme diets. Also people online are doing “Quarantine Routines” stuff you can do at home with out weights or gym equipment. Use those as ideas & just put kpop song to it.

I actually did a “boxing” routine to Knock Knock by Twice. 

EXO - Kai

Taurus/Monkey you would match Baekhyun, Chen & D.O ... Kai, Chanyeol & Baekhyun like to play games. Kai seems to have similar hobbies & likings like you. Chanyeol since okay too ... Baekyun was the one that pop in my head originally, because he seems like he match well ... ISFP and INFP can be good friends .. Between Chanyeol, Baekhyun & Kai ... All of them could be a good match ..

SUPER JUNIOR -Kyuhyun

Kyuhyun like to play games. Shindong would be understanding about losing weight. Hmmm this was hard because no one really stood out to me .... Sorry.

[strawbrieshortcake]

Hi could I have a matchup? I'm a 5'2 straight female with shoulder length brown hair and glasses. My style could be described as dark but trendy. I'm an INTP and Sagittarius. My strengths are I can sing well and am a good soccer player. My weaknesses would probably be anger issues and my anxiety. I'm an ambivert and the resident mom friend. I play soccer and twirl flags for winterguard, I also sing and draw. The thing I look for in a s/o would probably be honesty and an overall sweetheart. - 🔐

Hi! Thank you for sending a matchup in! I match you with...

Yaku Morisuke!!

-You would meet Yaku in junior high! When he was in his first year, he wanted to get practice in before his seniors got there. He went during lunch when he thought nobody was there, but turns out you were. You were in there twirling flags! (it looks really cool btw!!) and you caught him staring at you. You teased him a little bit about it, but in the end it turned into a daily occurrence to be practicing in the gym together.

-You both continued to hang out when you went to Nekoma. Yaku would totally try to make you become the manager, but you wanted to play soccer instead! He was totally okay with that, and he went to all your games and cheered you on! Your friends/teammates would tease you about him, calling him your boyfriend, and even though you may or may not have yelled at them for it, it wasn’t a bad idea ;)

-During school?? It worse because you would hang out with Yaku’s friend group which of course consisted of Kuroo, so Kuroo would ALWAYS call you Mr. and Mrs. Demon. Yaku kicked him in the ass while you both got flustered but NEWAYS despite having that little nickname? You helped to care for these boys. Especially after they had a tough match. Two (2) power moms.

-This boy would go to your house and play soccer with you. I mean have you seen his legs. He wouldn’t go easy on you btw, you need to get fair points! If he sees you cheat he will call you out on it and ask for a point in return. When you do score a point?? He will have the widest grin across his face and congratulate you :,) he is so supportive of everything you do

-He would do something simple to ask you out hell, he asked Kuroo for help and the advice?? It sucked It was one of the times you went to their practices and you were waiting for him so you both could go and play soccer. You noticed something was off when it was just him who came out, but decided not to comment. You noticed his bright pink face, and right as you were about to ask he cut you off with his confession! He was a lil awkward but it's okay :,)

-Okay. You cannot convince me otherwise but this boy would cuddle you til the of time. When you’re not feeling well b/c of your anxiety? He would hold you and stoke your hair, he loves your hair. He will whisper reassuring words to you to make you feel better. Although he could be short tempered, he will do his best to make sure you calm down very quickly. He would do anything to make you feel better! (Did someone say soft Yaku hours???)

-When you guys get older, PLEASE sing him to sleep while playing with his hair. This boy would turn into MUSH. He is already so smitten with you, but when you do that? He will be so soft. He would return the favor by doing the same not the singing part but always expect him to give back to you. I see him as being very equal on topics like this, so always expect him to return it back, no questions asked.

- You guys would go to the park as a date and you would just draw and he peacefully lays on the ground next to you. He LOVES those kinds of dates with you. He is very considerate of your feelings, so he would never make you do anything outside of your comfort zone. Both of you would have an amazing time during those dates. This boy is extremely honest so he would tell you if he was not having a good time, but he is so you shouldn't worry!

-If you decide to take up drawing, singing, soccer, or flag twirling in your future, he will 110% support you. Drawing? He would give you hand,neck and back massages after you work b/c those always make you feel better! Singing? Making you tea to make sure you don’t strain your voice. Soccer??? He would always practice with you, even if he is not the best. FLAG TWIRLING?? Boy would cheer for you so loud!! He thinks you’re so good! (And you are!) But will fight anyone who says otherwise (but you didn’t hear that from me)

-You both have a wonderful relationship! You both give love to each other, but it’s never overwhelming. You both give to each other and are very supportive of the other’s feelings. You both are honest, so if problems were to happen between you two, they would be diffused quickly.

I hope you liked your matchup!! <3

[garregmachmatchups]

na hi, may i request a normal matchup? i’m bi so i don’t have a gender preference! also i’m an infp if that helps at all. my organizational skills aren’t the best but i’ll try to make this as understandable as possible: 

to start off, i’m pretty scatterbrained! my attention span isn’t the best, and neither is my short term memory. i tend to get lost in my thoughts a lot, and when i snap out of it, it takes me a few moments to figure out just what i was supposed to be doing. it is a lot easier for me to pay attention to things that i find interesting, such as a really good story or a fun game! there is one caveat though, in that i tend to fixate on that thing for hours on end, to the point that i forget to eat or sleep.

i’m also overthinking and impulsive! i put these traits together since they kinda blend together. my overthinking makes me second guess myself, and i get restless and frustrated when i dwell on things for too long, so i kinda just… say fuck it and go with my instinct so i won’t have to deal with that uncertainty anymore.

that being said, i’m also quiet and polite, so i don’t really come across as, well, a dumbass to most people (at least, i assume so). i get good grades, i took a bunch of honors classes, and i’m pretty good at math, so i guess i seem smart and studious (…despite the fact that i barely study). apparently, i don’t seem like the type of person to cuss either, since a lot of people i know are surprised when they hear me start swearing like a sailor.

i’m also shy and awkward. i’m slow at finding the right words and figuring out what i want to say, so verbal conversations are difficult, especially with people who aren’t used to me and vice versa. due to my… scattery brain, i guess, i often need others to repeat themselves too, which makes things worse. i do try to be a little more outgoing, but it’s mostly small things like making casual small talk with classmates and making little jokes to keep things light. and this is just partially related, but i’ve… been told several times that i sound like a scared child. i don’t know how to feel about it.

lastly, i try my best to be helpful! i try to support and encourage my friends, and overall just be a positive presence. i like making other people happy. i’ve been really dependent on others in the past (and kinda still am), and i’m trying to make up for it, in a way. as such, i really admire to kind, strong (in more ways than one!) people as well. however, i’ve developed a bad habit of keeping my negative feelings to myself. i still do vent when i think that i really need someone to hear me out, but that’s only when i feel like i’ve hit rock bottom. i can’t help but feel embarrassed about depending on others. i’m… still really weak to praise and affection, though.

as for interests and hobbies, i love reading scary stories, though i like all forms of horror! i just find shorter stories much easier to get through. i’m also really into crafts like knitting and cross-stitching, since the motions are relaxing and making things by hand just feels nice - especially if they’re gifts! i dabble in other creative pursuits as well, like writing and drawing, and i’ve always wanted to get into gardening though i’ve never had the space for it.

i’m a huge dog person too - i have three dogs who i love very much and i have made it my mission to pet every dog i see (as long as i’m allowed to, that is). annnd i really like the thought of going on late-night walks, though i’ve never really gotten a chance to due to possible safety issues. 

sorry for the length, i just wanted to try to cover as much as i could! i understand that matchups take a lot of work, so thank you so much and i hope you have a great day!

Hi!!! Happy New Year everyone!!! First matchup of the year oh yeah. And thank you for writing all of this down and don’t worry it seems very organized to me! Btw, for some reason, i’ve been having a lot of trouble concentrating on writing recently, so I hope your matchup isn’t too bad fam. Anyways, your match is…

Ferdinand von Aegir!!!

At first glance, you two may not seem so compatible, but the more I think about it, the more I think you guys would go really well together. Ferdinand is a thoughtful and attentive guy, on top of it all he is also very responsible, so he’d be able to aid you in your tendency to be scatterbrained. I’m sure he could look after you in this aspect if you asked him for help but he’d simultaneously try to help you best this as well. For your tendency to overthink, he’s definitely someone who would encourage you to believe in yourself and in the decisions you make. As a preacher of discussion and debates, Ferdinand who although is very competitive, also strongly believes in growth and development, therefore in his eyes, it’s okay to be wrong, as when you know you are wrong you can improve. This may prove to be something difficult for you to embrace at first, but even then the fact that Ferdinand would express that sentiment to you would let you know that he would not judge you for the mistakes you make. Ferdinand is very well mannered and defined, as he strives to be the ideal of nobility. Your politeness and the educated mien you seem to convey to others would definitely make an impression on Ferdinand. As he would later come to know, you are also quite intelligent, which would only prove his initial thoughts about you. He might be a bit taken aback when you start cussing, and might not personally like it, but it wouldn’t really take away from your other qualities. Ferdinand is also quite the social butterfly, and a skilled conversationalist, so first of all, he’d have no trouble making conversation with you, even if you might sound a bit like a scared child sometimes. Secondly, even better, i’m sure he’d be glad to give you tips and tricks on how to start a conversation with people. Lastly, INFP personalities I think really fit into Ferdinand’s concept of a noble, someone who dedicates themselves or feels the need to help others, in addition to being someone who is always willing to improve. In your case, this is best exemplified by your want to be helpful and make people happy. Even if you may not be completely independent right now, Ferdinand would nonetheless come to recognize and deeply respect your efforts. Most importantly, because of your open-mindedness and acceptance, Ferdinand could find you to be a very valuable conversation partner, even if you may feel like you have a lot of shortcomings in that area. For how kind and amiable Ferdinand may be, he can be a bit unmindful and clumsy with problems or concerns he doesn’t quite understand or grasp, despite not trying to be so. Therefore your more open and empathetic outlook on things could help him understand and connect with others better and ultimately help him grow as a person as he wishes to do.

Headcannons:

When Ferdinand first laid eyes on you, he was immediately drawn to you.

You were very polite but also quiet. In his eyes, you just seemed regal in a sense. 

That’s why when he started talking to you, he was very confused as to why you were so shy and awkward while talking. He saw how much you tried though, and at that he couldn’t help but smile.

He notices, however, how helpful and kind you are to others, and how much effort you put into making others happy.

Afterwards he makes it his mission to help you in any way he can, determined to make people see you as he does, including yourself, truly the noblest of nobles.

You try to explain to him that you really don’t want to depend on others. At that he lets you know you aren’t depending on him, as you yourself are making the progress, and he is only lending a hand. He also tells you that despite you not knowing so, you’ve helped him grow as a person quite a bit as well, so the only thing he can do is return the favor.

We all know Ferdinand loves his tea time, but he especially loves it with you. He also loves hearing your heartening and positive outlook on things. It makes him see things through rose-colored glasses at times.

Tea time also comes to be of great help to you, as it’s literally an activity where the point is to make conversation.

He’s very patient every time you speak, and he listens to you with an amount of attention you aren’t sure you would ever be capable of, or anyone for that fact.

Speaking of which, the first time Ferdinand heard you curse he just sat there with his eyes almost popping out of his sockets, incredibly shocked to the point you thought he might’ve had a heart attack. That is until he started bursting out laughing at your sudden outburst. 

Have I mentioned Ferdinand is super romantic? He’s known to smother people with praise to the point where they just would just rather disappear.

Of course, his praise giving and affection is only going to increase by tenfold with you. He literally almost praises you just for smiling. You swear to god you’ll faint one day from it all.

He always makes a cup of tea for you while you are knitting or cross-stitching. He’ll sometimes ask you to make something for him, maybe some gloves or a scarf. He either uses them a lot because he just loves them too much or almost never uses them because they are just too precious to him. Just one or the other.

He’d totally get you a small garden where you can plant whatever you want. If you ever planted started planting something to make tea out of he’d totally cry.

You two would sure make the noblest couple ever. 

Other matches: Hilda Valentine Goneril, Ingrid Brandl Galatea

Hope you enjoyed the matchup! If you feel like you weren’t portrayed correctly/I misinterpreted your information let me know and I’ll make the corrections!