#i‘m just….i feel played. i feel like i was being made fun of for being honest and trying and standing my ground.

[yuna542]

[10.]

~Fire & Water~

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Suggestive comments, mentions of alcohol and drugs

Taglist: Open

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Deception, secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Soundtrack:

⏯️Play: I Feel Like I‘m Drowning by Two Feet

„You're a poison and I know that is the truth

All my friends think you're vicious

And they say you're suspicious

You keep dreaming and dark scheming“

"What?" was the only thing I managed to get out before I ran as if into a wall of pure heat.

The water steam was so thick that at first I could only perceive Sky's figure in a blur on one of the wooden benches.

She had wrapped a towel around her upper body and elegantly crossed her legs. She looked like I imagined one of those water nymphs out of the history books we read the other day in history class. Or a siren who lures the fishermen with her lovely voice and condemns them to death. Beautiful but poisonous.

Since I never have been in a sauna before, I had underestimated the temperature. Immediately my shirt stuck to my body and the high humidity made it hard to breathe.

But I didn't let that get to me. Her foot bobbed up and down waiting, while she leaned back and supported herself with her arms.

While sweat was directly on my forehead, the heat was not visible on her.

"Keep your hands off him! He doesn't see that you're just playing with him...", I pressed out, gradually getting used to the damp in the air.

Slowly, I walked toward her until I was close enough to see her sharply. Her body glistened like caramel and she wore small drops of water like expensive jewellery on her bare skin.

"Why? He's like a cute puppy. You just have to play with him! Routledge deserves a little fun too, doesn't he?"

I gritted my teeth at the thought of Sky messing around with John. Otherwise, I didn't begrudge him anything or any fun he wanted, but Skylar Diaz was a different story.

The girl was a Kook and therefore the enemy. Yes, she was even the leader of the Kooks and thus the most arrogant being that walked on Figure Eigth.

Her serious expression softened and she smirked at my stern look. I could have slapped myself for only now realizing that she was playing with my mind again.

She hadn't intended John B to follow her at all. Luring him into the dressing room had served solely to get me to come to the sauna.

But why all this?

A question I asked myself more and more often in her affairs. I could only guess what was going on in her head.

"He's my friend and I don't want his heart to be broken," I answered her question truthfully, noting that she had taken off all her jewelry except for her necklace with the silver pendant.

I wondered what its significance was if she didn't even take it off in the sauna.

She tilted her head and now I also recognized the moisture on her cheeks that made her soft freckles shine.

"What about your heart?" she asked suddenly.

Completely distracted by her long legs, I lifted my gaze until I reached the hem of the towel and gradually ran out of breath in the shirt.

"It can't be broken," I replied coolly, earning an inquiring look. The corner of her mouth lifted and I felt stupid.

"Are you sure about that? Not even from Layla? You seemed to have hit it off pretty well with her."

When I just frowned in confusion, she snorted, shaking her head.

"Unbelievable... That pretty blonde you were flirting with out by the pool," she helped me up and that's when I remembered her.

With a name starting with L, I had been close after all. However, I had already completely forgotten the short flirt.

Then I noticed that Sky must have been watching me without me knowing and that made the whole situation a lot worse.

Not only had she used Rafe for her revenge so she could get the keys and lure me to her party, but in addition she had manipulated me all evening until I had done exactly what she wanted.

Surprised by her abilities, I could only stare at her. Her power over people was making itself felt again now.

"Remembering all the girls' names and faces would be too much to ask, of course," she muttered provocatively, which gradually drove anger into my stomach.

However, I was angry at myself for letting her play with me like that. This was all payback for the fight and I couldn't help but admire her psychological warfare.

She played with the hem of her towel and slowly pulled it up. Panicked, I crossed my arms and suddenly didn't know where to put my eyes.

I should just leave, but my legs refused to comply with the command from my mind.

"Did you take drugs?", I asked, thinking about the cocaine on the table and unable to explain her behavior any other way.

"Sure. This is a party, JJ!"

She sounded like she was reminding me that the sky was blue or the water was wet.

My head was in chaos and I didn't know how to process it all. With any other girl, I would have jumped at the chance to be alone with her in a sauna. But Sky was not a normal girl. She was dangerous and the fact that my confident facade was starting to crumble in front of her made me feel insecure and I hated that feeling even more.

She was like an uncontrolled fire that you could easily burn yourself on if you were careless just for a second.

The heat didn't let me think clearly and as she kept pulling the towel up, I was completely overwhelmed with all the perceptions that suddenly hit me.

The more skin she exposed, the faster my heart raced.

"Stop it!"

"Why? Am I making you nervous?"

"No..."

On her face that cheeky smile spread and when she stood up and suddenly was directly in front of me, I thought I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

"Good, then I'm sure you won't have a problem with it."

Before I could ask what she meant, she dropped the towel and something exploded in my head.

Now she was standing in front of me in just a pair of red panties and I forced myself with all my might not to let my gaze wander downward.

Instead, I fixed her eyes, which bored mercilessly into mine and seemed to be searching for the slightest weakness.

I did not notice her touch on my face until she had already lifted her arm.

Her lips were slightly parted and her pupils were as big as buttons.

Her fingertips moved feather lightly over my jaw along the bruises and over the chapped area on my lip.

Her skin seemed electrically charged, causing a tingling heat that was completely different from the one in the sauna.

"There was no fear in your eyes..."

Although the injuries on my face were very sensitive, her touch even gave me a little relief.

"That's hot," she whispered, more to herself.

The drug was apparently messing with her brainwaves.

I wanted to hurl a blunt reply at her, but something in her face stopped me.

Sky Diaz was standing in front of me almost completely naked and the only thing I could think about was how her warm skin would feel under my fingers.

Shocked at my own thoughts, I shook my head to get rid of them and ran my hands through my hair as I stared at the ceiling before giving in to the seductive desire and unabashedly looking at her body.

"Holy shit... If someone comes in," I gasped, not daring to lower my gaze. She was completely on drugs and drunk. I couldn't explain it any other way.

Part of me still expected to just wake up.

"This is my house and it's a fucking sauna. You don't normally wear clothes here. "Normally, you're not that prudish."."

It sounded like an accusation, so I laughed softly without taking my eyes off the ceiling.

Again, that arrogant tone of voice, goading me to try to beat the snobbery and confidence out of her.

Her mere presence was enough to wreak havoc with the alcohol in my blood that felt right in my lower abdomen.

"I'm not going to take my clothes off!", I smirked, noticing her sitting back down on the wooden bench. By now the heat was unbearable.

Both the one on the outside and the one inside me.

So I tore myself away and turned around so I could finally leave, as I should have been doing all along.

Before I touched the door handle, I heard her say:

"Too bad... And it was just getting interesting.

I thought you wouldn't be such a coward..."

With that she hit a weak point of mine. I was many things, but cowardly certainly not. The challenging tone in her voice stirred my fighting spirit and I wasn't going to let that sit with me like that.

"I'm not a coward," I retorted firmly, still turning my back on her.

"Then prove it!"

The next challenge. Angrily, I pulled my shirt over my head and opened the door, only to toss it in front next to her dress.

Then I turned to her and raised my hands in a waiting manner.

"Satisfied?", I asked mockingly and at that moment the sight of her hit me like a punch right in the face.

Overwhelmed, I could not look away this time and my eyes wandered endlessly along her curves.

I expelled the air through my nose again and saw that she was also looking at my body curiously.

The energy in the small room charged electrically and the tension was breathtaking as she unconsciously bit her lower lip.

"Mhmm, I'm starting to understand the other girls," she murmured more to herself, the alcohol clouding my mind too much to be vain.

Slowly I came back over to her and stopped close in front of her so that our legs were almost touching. She looked up at me from below and the sight sent a wave of heat through my body.

"I'd love to know what your boyfriend would say about that," I mused aloud, and that's when she stood up. Her breasts would fit perfectly into my palms. Would they be as soft as they looked?

Her nose was only a finger's width from mine and feeling her heated body so close to mine gave me goosebumps.

I would only have to lift my hand slightly to touch her thigh and just the idea of touching her breasts made my head feel like it was about to burst.

"Rafe is not my boyfriend."

Everything in me screamed to flee, but my body didn't respond one bit. Instead, I felt her fingertips lightly stroking my abs. Her eyes were unnaturally restless, trying to scrutinize every detail of my face.

"Has JJ Maybank lost his tongue, or something?" she asked softly, a tingle spreading wherever she touched me.

"You're a witch," was the only thing I could get out. It was the only thing that would explain my condition.

The desire to touch her became so strong that I had to restrain myself with all my might. None of this was allowed to happen.

"And you are an idiot."

The tension between us made it harder and harder to control myself and I just didn't understand why I wanted to touch her so badly. Should I give in to this desire, I had lost the game and I couldn't let that happen.

Never before had I had so little control over my body and I didn't understand it at all. It scared the shit out of me.

Strange thoughts forced themselves upon me.

I wondered how her lips felt, if she tasted as sweet as she smelled, and if she had goose bumps all over her body too.

Breathing heavily, I pushed the thoughts away and took a big step back.

"I need my key," I muttered, trying to ignore all the strange feelings. The fluttering in my chest, the thoughts, and even the tension finally subsided as I put a few more steps of distance between us.

For a moment she was silent and just looked at me. Then the cool expression on her face was back and I wondered if I had imagined it all.

"All right asshole."

She sounded rushed and ran past me to slip through the door as quickly as possible. Confused, I looked after her and only then did I remember that she was wearing nothing but panties.

"What are you doing?", I exclaimed as I followed her into the dressing room.

The sudden change in temperature made me breathe a sigh of relief and the air was pleasantly cool on my skin.

"I'm getting your stupid key so you can finally piss off."

She was a changed woman. The brief moment had only lasted a few seconds, but in that moment I had seen a different girl. A vulnerable and emotional girl. For a blink of an eye, so much pain had flashed through her eyes. However, the moment had been so brief that I already thought I had imagined it.

"At least put some clothes on!"

She laughed derisively and crossed her arms.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Maybank!

I picked up my shirt and thrust it into her hand.

"Put this on!", I said authoritatively, surprising myself with the dominance in my voice.

Sure enough, after a moment's hesitation, she took my shirt and pulled it over her head.

It was too big for her, of course, and just reached her thighs.

Nevertheless, her curves were clearly visible underneath and the strange feeling in my chest returned abruptly when she stroked a strand of hair behind her ear and tugged at my shirt.

Then she turned around and just left me standing there, without a clue what just happened.

⬇️

© Yuna542 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[epsilontauri]

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[springtyme]

Hey luv, hope all is well. So, I just previously read your spencer x girly!reader and I absolutely loved them. While reading the chess part, an idea sparked.

So if possible could you do something similar where Spencie boy and girly!reader are playing chess and she is obviously frustrated or something because she doesn’t understand. So being the amazing boy wonder he is, Spencer secretly acts like he had no good moves and the reader just starts pointing out the moves he could make not knowing he can clearly see those moves and he lets the reader win making her super excited and happy and immediately sets the board back and starts another game.

I just think it would be so cute to see how Spencer would just gaze at and admire the reader as she is focused and asks questions. If this is too confusing or too similar to the original chess part no worries. It’s simply a mere thought I had. Do with it what you please!!!

Love your works and your blog 🥰🤗

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ♡

Thank you so much, hun ♡ I't makes me so happy to hear that you liked the other ones, I've had so much fun with them. And thank you so much for this request, it's such a cute scenario!

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: Spencer truly can’t believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. With you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters. You keep being patient with him, every step of the way. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot. All he ever want to do is make you smile, even when it means that he has to lose in chess on purpose. Part one & part two 💕

word count: 2.0k

a/n: I was actually in a chess club in school, but we did not play chess, so sorry if the chess parts aren’t very accurate, I tried my best, lol.

Spencer watches you intently, his heart swelling with adoration at the sight of you trying your best. He can see the determination in your eyes, the way you furrow your brow in concentration, and it only deepens the love he feels for you. Your stained lips pouting sweetly as you contemplate your next move

You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back in your chair with a frustrated expression. “I just don’t understand this game, Spence. I feel like I’m making all the wrong moves,” you sigh, moving your knight in a random direction. “At this point I‘m just making moves for the sake of it.”

Spencer can’t help but smile at your frustration, finding it endearing how you get so worked up over a game of chess. Moving your knight wasn’t the best move you could have made, but he doesn’t want to tell you that, and it wasn’t the worst move either. He reaches out to gently place his hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but he lets his fingers linger for a little while. It always manages to surprise him how soft your skin is, and how it feels so warm and comforting beneath his touch.

You look up at him, your pretty eyes meeting his gaze and Spencer feels how his heart skips a beat at the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. Some people use their entire life to master this game, and you’ve only been playing for a few weeks,” he reminds you. “You’re doing great, and trust me, you’re not as lost as you think you are.”

You smile softly at his reassurance. “So, what I’m hearing you say is that if I keep going, there’s still a chance that I can be a big old chess nerd like you?” you tease, nudging him playfully.

Spencer chuckles at your teasing, loving the way you always manage to make him laugh, something he hasn’t always had an easy time with. “Hey, being a nerd isn’t that bad, okay?”

“No, it’s not,” you agree, leaning in closer to him. “In fact, I think it’s kind of cute.” Spencer’s heart flutters at your words, feeling a warmth spread through him at the way you look at him with such affection.

Spencer knows many things, arguably too many things, but he will never be able to understand what you see in him, you’re so beautiful and confident and always so kind to everyone, there is no doubt in his mind that you are way, way out of his league, but he is grateful every day that you, for whatever reason, chose him.

“I’m glad you think so,” he mumbles, a slight blush dusting his cheeks at your words.

“I actually think you’re very cute, you know,” you say playfully, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face with a gentle touch. Spencer can feel his heart racing in his chest as he looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and admiration reflected back at him.

He leans in closer to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull that always seems to bring you both together. Your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss, filled with all the love and affection that Spencer feels for you. In that moment, nothing else matters except for the two of you and the way your hearts beat as one.

As you pull away, a smile tugs at the corners of Spencer’s lips, a smile that only you can bring out in him. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

“I love you too, Spence,” you respond, your eyes shining with your own smile, bright and full of happiness.

Spencer will never be able to wrap his head around why you love him, but damn he is glad and forever grateful that you do. If he could travel back in time and tell his younger self that he would find someone as amazing and wonderful as you - that someone as beautiful and kind hearted as you would ever love him, he wouldn’t have believed it, he would probably think that it was some kind of cruel joke. But here you are.

It’s overwhelming, really, the love and adoration he feels for you in every fiber of his being. He never knew he could feel this way about someone, never knew that someone could make him feel so alive and complete. The fact that he feels so at home and normal with another person in his life is beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

But with you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters, you keep being patient with him every step of the way and with you by his side, it doesn’t seem so daunting anymore. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot.

“Oh, you got something…” you whisper, almost more to yourself than him. He is confused for a short second, until he feels your thumb brush against the corner of his mouth, wiping away the trace of lipstick that had transferred from your lips to his. Spencer chuckles at the realization, feeling a warm rush of affection for you. “There…” you say with a soft smile.

Spencer can’t help but chuckle at the tender gesture, feeling a surge of warmth behind his chest.

“You can’t keep distracting me like this,” you tease, leaning in closer to him with a mischievous glint in your eye. “I’m actually trying to beat you at this game, you know.”

Spencer’s smile widens at your playful tone, a twinkle in his eye as he looks at you. “Who says I’m going to make it easy for you?” he responds, his voice laced with amusement.

“You did! You literally said that you would go easy on me,” you pout, crossing your arms in mock annoyance.

Spencer laughs, a sound that fills the room with joy. “Okay, okay, I may have said that,” he concedes, “but, I don’t think you really need me to, you know. You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up beating me at my own game someday.”

“I doubt that,” you mumble, looking back at the board with furrowed brows.

Spencer leans back in his chair, watching you with admiration as you study the board, he can see the gears turning in your head. He knows what move he should be doing, the move that could make him win the game, but he isn’t really interested in that.

“Well, it looks like I’m running out of options,” he say, feigning defeat as he moves his bishop into a vulnerable position.

You glance up at him. “You could have moved your rook to that square and set up a potential checkmate in a few moves,”you point out, sounding both surprised and proud that you saw the possible move.

Spencer had, of course, seen that it would have been the right move to make, but he wanted to give you a chance to shine, and to prolong the game. Seeing the pride and satisfaction in your eyes is worth more than winning any game ever could.

“Oh, you’re right,” he says, trying to sound surprised, like he hadn’t seen that move multiple rounds in advance. But he must not be a very convincing actor, and he can’t help but smile as he watches the look of realization dawn on your face.

You roll your eyes playfully, seeing right through his act. “You’re such a goof, Spence,” you giggle, shaking your head in amusement. “But thank you for giving me a chance to show off a little.”

“I guess I just wanted to give you a fighting chance,” he says, leaning in closer to you.

You playfully swat at his arm, a laugh escaping your lips. “Dork,” you tease, but there’s a fondness in your tone that makes his heart swell with even more love for you, and he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, before leaning back again to look at you, his heart overflowing with adoration for you.

You playfully roll your eyes, but there’s a hint of gratitude in your expression. “Well, thanks for the favor,” you say with a smile, moving your queen in a strategic position that surprises Spencer.

He raises an eyebrow in surprise at your move, impressed by your strategic thinking. “Oh, someone’s feeling confident now, huh?” he teases, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shrug nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Well, you did say you weren’t going to go easy on me,” you quip, moving your pieces with a newfound determination.

Spencer watches you closely, his heart filled with pride at the way you’re starting to grasp the game more and more and making better and better strategic moves. He can’t help but admire your intelligence and quick thinking, feeling a sense of awe at the way you surprise him at every turn.

And yes, he might go a little easy on you from time to time, but he can see that you’re starting to understand the game on a deeper level. And that, to him, is worth more than winning a game of chess ever could.

As the game progresses, Spencer can see the determination in your eyes, the way you carefully plan out your moves and anticipate his next move

“You’re really giving me a run for my money, aren’t you?” Spencer remarks, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you strategize your next move. You give him a sly grin, clearly enjoying the challenge. “I told you not to underestimate me, Spence,” you say confidently, moving your knight into a position that puts him on the defensive.

Spencer chuckles, impressed by your bold move. “I should know better by now,” he admits, moving his rook to protect his vulnerable bishop. The game continues, each move calculated and strategic, and Spencer can’t help but admire the way you’ve grown since your first game together.

“Checkmate,” you say triumphantly, a grin stretching across your face as you realize you’ve won. Spencer can’t help but smile back, feeling a rush of excitement and happiness at your victory. “Well done, darling,” he says, leaning in to give you a congratulatory kiss.

“I still feel like you went easy on me, but thank you,” you tease, a playful glint in your eye. Spencer can’t help but laugh, feeling grateful for the opportunity to see the excited smile that is lighting up your face, making your already beautiful features shine even brighter with a sense of pride.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't,” he teases back, a twinkle in his eye. “But regardless, you did really well, I can’t believe how far you’ve come in such a short amount of time.”

You grin at his words. “Well, I’ve had a really great teacher,” you remark. “And he is, like, sooo handsome too. It’s actually wild that I could even concentrate on the game,” you add with a wink before you’re leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

Spencer’s heart flutters at your words, feeling a surge of love and adoration for you that he can’t quite put into words, they are too big and too overwhelming to express, so instead he tries to pour every bit of that love and adoration into the kiss that he returns to you.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him as he deepens the kiss, savoring the feeling of being so close to you, of sharing this moment. He might have lost the game, but because of you, he has never felt like less of a loser.

As you both pull away, a smile lingers on both of your faces, and Spencer can’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration.

“I love you too, Spence,” you respond, your eyes filled with nothing but love and affection for him “Now help me set this board up again, I want to beat you fair and square this time,” you say with a playful glint in your eye. Spencer chuckles at your competitive spirit, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he helps you set up the board once more.

[bravo4iscool]

hey hun!! i had a request idea i thought you might like <3

i loveeeee the idea of simon flirting with chubby!reader at a bar and eventually bringing them home. they start to fool around, and he brings them to his bedroom. reader suddenly flicks the lights off and simon is like ‘pardon? you don’t want me to see how gorgeous you are?’ :(( Simon turns the lights back on and makes sure reader knows they never need to turn the lights off with someone who *really* wants to be with them <3

i fainted when i first read this. THIS IS AMZING AND SO HIM, OH MY GOD AHHHHWIAZVZAUJSZAWWD.

before y‘all read this i just wanna say that i‘ve never written smut or anything (only suggestive stuff), so i‘m sorry if this maybe doesn‘t hit as hard as it should😭 i‘m still tryna pass that threshold when writing anything dirty lol.

i changed the os a bit from what the requests said but the message is still the same (i hope), so i hope you’re not too mad at me😅

fem!reader or afab!reader, strangers to lovers, one night stands, chubby!reader, insecure!reader, flirting, confident as fuck!simon, light smut (?), definitely suggestive

i’m not really happy with this but i hope you like it anyways😭 also, english isn’t my first language and i’m a virgin so, please don’t expect too much lol :)

(masterlist)

taglist - @comeonatmebruh, @yazminetrahan

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

It was supposed to be a normal night out. You would accompany your friend and watch her get wasted, only being there to drive her home if needed. Most of the time however she found someone to go home to. You didn‘t. You just sat in the booth or at the bar, watching all the pretty girls shoot their shot.

But apparently today wasn‘t like usual. There was this man, fucking huge and build like a fridge, watching you. At first you thought he was watching your friend, like most man but even when she left he kept looking at you.

It made you uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. He probably was just making fun of you with his friend. You were the only plus size person in the whole bar, so of course there would be at least one person making fun of you. Looks like he was the one today.

You glance at him for a couple more seconds before you decide to shake your head and concentrate on watching your friend. She was throwing down shot after shot and you were starting to get worried. Yes, she occasionally drank but never to that extent.

„Ey,“ the bartender almost yells at you over the music, pushing a cocktail towards you. You frown, shaking your head.

„I didn’t order anything.“

„I know, but he did,“ he points his head in the direction of a table and when you turn to look which table you’re met with the eyes of the mysterious man. You slightly tilt your head when he smirks at you, raising his eyebrows. You blink at him before you turn around again and take the drink.

„Tell him thank you,“ you smile at the bartender but he just shakes his head.

„I think you can do that yourself.“ He looks behind you and you turn around once again, seeing the man walk towards you. And now that he was standing at his full height you could see how massive he really was. Holy fuck, you thought. What in the world do you need to do to become that broad.

“Evenin’” he greets you as he sits down beside you, his voice gruff and deep. You smile at him with a nod, a bit confused. “You alone ‘ere?” He looks at you and you feel like you’re drowning in those eyes.

“No,” you hesitatingly say, glancing at your friend who totally randomly made her way over to you now. “I’m with her,” you force a smile as she starts to cling to you, obviously trying to flirt with him but he keeps his eyes on you.

“Ya like the drink?” His eyes wander towards your hands, playing with the rim of the glass.

“I…haven’t tried it yet.”

“Well, then maybe ya should,” he smirks. You feel blood rushing into your cheeks and your hand lifts to taste the drink when you’re interrupted by a voice.

“Hey,” your friend slurs, latching herself onto the man’s arm and batting her eyelashes at him. “You free tonight?” she i’m wants to know and you feel a knot forming in your stomach.

This was supposed to be your moment, not hers. He bought you a drink, not her.

You start fiddling with your fingers, your gaze darting around anywhere but him. Of course she would destroy this moment. She wouldn’t let you have anything would she?

“Not free t’night,” he answers, carefully pushing her off. “Hopefully,” he adds and you raise your gaze. He stares at you.

Your friend chuckles and you grimace. “You shouldn’t let her wait any longer,” you force another smile. “You can take her home.”

He tilts his head. “I bought ya a drink. Not ‘er.” That surprised you. This would be the first time someone really was interested in you and not…her. Normally you were the plan b when they couldn’t reach her. They were going through you. You expected the same of him.

And that was exactly how you and that man, his name was Simon, ended up in his hallway, making out like an inexperienced teenager couple.

Your breath is heavy as he pushes you against your door; the one you two barely made it through.

“Been watchin’ ya all night long,” he mumbles against your lips, his hands wandering over your body and squeezing your hips and waist. “Ya too good lookin’ t’ just be left alone.”

A small moan escapes your lips and you let your head fall back against the door. This was almost too much for you. When was the last time someone took you home? Lord knows when…

“Gon’ make ya feel pretty good, yea?” You can feel him smirk against your skin as he places kiss after kiss on your neck.

“Simon,” you gasp when he finds your weak spot, your knees starting to wobble. Your hands reach out for him, trying to steady yourself. That makes him smirk even more.

Oh, the power he already had over you…

Your head is dizzy and your vision almost blurry when he drags you along into his bedroom, an unknown heat pooling in your lower stomach.

You fall onto his bed like you were always meant to and your eyes widen as he crawls over you, his lips finding your as if you’d known him for years.

Your hands make their way over his shoulder to his neck, pulling him closer to you and arching your back. You need something- him.

A breathy moan rolls over your lips when he starts to unbutton your blouse and you’re afraid your heart might jump out of your chest.

His eyes are glued to your body, taking in every single curve, every single stretch mark; anything he can manage to engrave into his brain.

“Lookin’ so pretty, all f’r me,” he whispers, starting to plant kisses all over your body, which only fuels the heat in your lower body. You arch your back again, shuddering against his hands.

“Simon,” you whimper, closing your eyes for a brief second.

“Yea Sweetheart?” he chuckles, glancing up at you. His hands start to travel over your body up to your shoulders to push off your blouse. And that was the moment you felt your insecurity washing over you.

Your breath gets caught in your throat and your start to squirm. Why were you doing this right now? He couldn’t possibly really be attracted to you, could he? Did he even really look at you?

“Simon,” you say his name again, looking at him, your eyes slightly blown.

“Yes, Love?” He stops what he’s doing immediately, carefully straightening up again. “Wha‘ is it? Ya want t’ stop?” He carefully cups your cheek, trying to read your face. Did he do something wrong?

You hesitate a second before you look at him. “Can we…turn the light off?” you carefully ask, feeling exposed under his harsh but at the same time soft gaze.

“Why’s that?” He tilts his head, clearly confused. He wants to look at and admire you. So, why turn the light off? “Ya not insecure, are ya?”

You feel yourself blush at that question, trying to hide your belly with your arms but he’s faster. He gently wraps his calloused hands around your wrists and pulls your arms away. “Non’ of that, Love. Wanna see ya,” he mumbles, leaning down to kiss you again.

“How long ‘as it been since ya been with someone?” he wants to know, once again making his way down your neck.

“I…don’t know,” you stutter, swallowing. “Maybe three or, or four years.” You feel ashamed of this confession, being afraid he might laugh at you and maybe think you were pathetic but he does nothing of that.

He only pulls back from you, his eyes never leaving yours. “These men around ya must be blind f’r sure,” he shakes his head. “They g’t a whole ass mean in front of ‘em but they be just lookin’ past it.”

He now fully pulls back until he’s resting on his knees and pulls his shirt off. “Y’know why I bought ya that drink?” he asks, a smirk back on his face, and you hesitantly shake your head.

He leans down, kissing down your collar bones towards your breasts. “Bought ya that damn thing because I couldn’t get me eyes off of ya.” His mouth is vibrating against you skin as he chuckles.

A moan gets stuck in your throat and you feel your body start to tremble when he starts to pull your upper body up to strip off your blouse and bra.

“These hips were almost hypnotising t’me.” His mouth starts to get dangerously close to your breasts when he gently lays you down again. “And ya curves are what I dream of at night.”

His tongue starts to circle one of your nipples and your hands grip the sheets. How were you supposed to think straight when he was playing with your body and mind like that?

“Wouldn’t ‘ave brought ya home if I didn’t want t’ see ya.” Simon’s hand wander down your body, ready to unbutton your jeans while he glances up at you, feasting on your lustful expression.

“Ya fucking gorgeous, Love. Ya don’t need t’ hide that.” His hand slips into your panties, a smirk playing on his lips when he feels how wet you are.

When your feel Simon’s fingers slip through your folds you can’t bite back that moan. You arch your back; your insecurities long forgotten. “Simon,” you stutter, your hands once again gripping the sheets. “Please,” you whine, not even knowing what you’re asking for.

He chuckles against your skin, carefully pushing one finger in. “Look a’ ya already fallin’ apart f’r me. Beggin’ f’r me.”

You feel like you’re officially in heaven, not even noticing how he pulls the rest of your clothes off, pushing your legs apart. “Gon’ show ya how a real man should treat ya,” he promises before he goes down on you.

And god, that man was eating you out like a man almost starved to death. He holds you down by your hips, chuckling when you try to squirm away from him, too overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that were crashing over you.

“Simon- Simon…” you feel tears glistening in your eyes. “Fu-fuck,” you cry out, your hand unconsciously reaching for his head, pulling on the dirty blond strands.

He moans against you clit, his grip around your thighs tightening. “Do that again Love. Do it again.” And you do. You pull his hair again fully unaware of the fact that his cock was throbbing in his pants, almost hurting.

But he wouldn’t focus on his pleasure, no. He would only focus on you; showing you how a real man should treat someone like you.

[autumnapricot]

The gif you just reblogged made me think of yswtt Charles biting fists trying not to go CRAZYYYYY

(absolutely no worries regarding your other ask—no stress! you know i‘m no better with my own tags 😩 all the best!)

yesss!!! oh my god. you see. WAY too many thoughts about that in general!!! because charles really would be fuming it‘s nearly smoking from both ears as he‘s trying to be chill like yeah no he‘s fine he‘s so fine *lies*

just thinking omegaverse in f1……he‘d not like anyone picking up his omega like that, nu-uh! he‘s like yeah rico is max‘s friend but…that‘s not quite so friendly. he‘s literally lifting max like a little doll and manhandling him and max is all smiley and cute and flushed about it! charles will a) be standing there watching it with a 🙂 smile on his face while his body is vibrating from his growling b) you bet he‘s by max‘s side with a possessive hand on his waist whenever he can after because rico can take his big damn hands and put them on someone else‘s waist and not max‘s (he‘s also going insane about how little max‘s waist feels) and c) as soon as they‘re in private he‘s very thoroughly scenting max all over, like, really all over. (also thinking about charles being like i can carry you around like that too pfff to max being all big alpha with his ego hurt and max is amused like mh-hm. put yo money where yo mouth is. charles tries to manhandle and lift max during sex in a big cosplay of strength and max ends up with half of a concussion and charles with a sprained wrist or smth but mostly they just end up in a heap of naked limps in the moment hysterically giggling. charles has to admit that okay maybe he can‘t exactly lift max like that. only maybe. yet.)

ANYWAY yswtt—idk who would ever lift max like that in yswtt but you‘d best believe they/ or rico wouldn‘t even get that close without charles stepping in first—you wanna charge at max like that? surely not! but if there was rico to lift max like that you‘d see charles standing there trembling from barely concealed possessiveness and protective instincts like, externally he‘s 🙂 yeah that‘s cool 🙂 fun 🙂 and internally it‘s 👹 get your fucking hands off my max 👹 right now 👹 before i hack them off 👹 i got my glock on me rn 👹

max sees his poor alpha standing there looking seconds from exploding with instincts and quickly makes sure to soothe him before a vessel pops in charles‘ neck 🤣 charles for sure has his hands all on max for the next days. the audacity of someone else to put them on max like that!

edit: charles would also only accept that from someone he and max know well, like, no way in hell anyone he doesn‘t trust fully ever even gets that close to max to do anything like it in the first place. all their friends know the rule of not playing around with max unless you want the deadliest glare known to mankind slicing you apart from charles lol

[aihoshiino]

I‘m reading through Umineko atm and am at the last episode of the answers arc and that made me think a lot about ONK for some reason (or rather they‘re both occupying the same amount of brain space atm lol)

Super big fan of both and I still love ONK and many of its characters for what it tried to do, even if i really don’t enjoy the direction the ending is heading at the moment for many reasons, but one of them is the whole wrap up of the revenge-plot and Hikaru and Ai‘s relationship. I loved the 2(?) chapters where Aqua confronted Hikaru with Ai‘s timeless love letter, because it felt so human, their relationship and how deeply tragic and emotional it was but also very… real? So, to see the last few chapters flip-flop between „Kamiki is a really fascinating character with a lot of depth and deeply human“ to „He is just a mastermind manipulating liar and is just flat evil“ is really sad.

Hope it’s kinda understandable what I‘m getting at, english isn’t my first language so excuse any mistakes…

Maybe I’m just spoiled by how Umineko handled murder-mysteries and also tied those mysteries to its themes of love and relationships but, oh well.

ANON!!! I'M GRIPPING YOUR SHOULDERS!!!! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING ALL THIS TIME!!!!!!

Obviously OnK even at its best doesn't quite reach the same heights as Umineko and even when the character drama and story are in their most well-realized forms, OnK's mystery is still kind of half baked lol. Which to be fairness to Akasaka, is a VERY different skillset than what he made his bread and butter doing but still. Very funny.

THAT SAID... I do think it's really fun to put Umineko and OnK in conversation with each other if only from a thematic/vibes perspective because I think they have some surprisingly similar things to say specifically about misogyny, autonomy and abuse. They were coming at it from very different directions, but they arrive at very similar places. "Lies are love" and "without love, it cannot be seen" aren't... not basically expressing the same sentiment after all.

Those similarities really do make it all the more disappointing where OnK ends up, though.

(Umineko spoilers behind the cut, as well as some trigger warnings; ROT13 filtered because the CWs themselves are also spoilers lol - traqre qlfcubevn, fhvpvqny vqrngvba, puvyq nohfr, cneragny vaprfg & pfn)

As much as I constantly joke about Ai of B-Komachi being Hoshino Ai's Beatrice, I think Hikaru is actually the most Sayocore character of Oshi no Ko which makes it so much more of a let down that OnK fumbles him like it does.

Like... Umineko lets you see Sayo at her absolute worst, the peak of her traumabrained depravity and nevertheless trusts that you will be able to look at her with love and empathize with her when the time comes and you start to see her heart. It treats her with such tender care, letting you excruciatingly understand every step she took down the path to finding the gold and blowing up the shrine until you realize that there really was no other way things could have gone for her. The environment of the Ushiromiya family is so incredibly poisonous and putrid that she was already one foot into suicidal ideation before she found out about her heritage and what Kinzo had done to her mother. Even if you can't agree with her actions, you can understand and sympathize with why she ends up taking them.

OnK... sort of seems like it's setting up to be doing this with Hikaru then takes a massive swerve?? It's bizarre. We even have an accidental parallel to EP8's "an accumulation of sins" moment during Ruby and Hikaru's first meeting where she fucking looks into the camera and is like "btw nobody is born ontologically evil, when people commit violent and antisocial acts their environments are almost always to blame" and that combined with how Aqua's first confrontation with him plays out and tbh the Movie Arc's characterization of Hikaru as a whole really makes it feel like the story wants you to see him as we're asked to see Sayo in Umineko - with love (read: empathy and an open mind).

But then ig it turns out he was, actually, ontologically evil and also has a serial killer cult??? So who even knows lol. What I wouldn't give to be able to pick Aka's brain for even 5 minutes as to wtf he even thought he was cooking with Hikaru in the end

[skipper1331]

Daisy flower // Jessie Fleming

If someone asked your teammates what your favourite flower was, everybody could answer immediately.

A daisy flower.

Everybody knew you loved them.

Your wallpaper was a picture of a field full of daisies, your cubby had daisy stickers everywhere and you even had a tattoo of a daisy on your shoulder.

Daisy flowers had many meanings; in the language of flowers, they represented new beginnings and rebirth along with love, joy, beauty, purity, innocence, hope, fun and affection. In spirituality, they meant faith and eternal life. And for new mothers they symbolized childbirth and motherhood.

For you they had a much deeper meaning; peace.

You were late. At some point it annoyed you but you had a good reason. For once it was a sunny warm day so you decided to go to training with your bike. It wasn‘t a long ride but on your way you saw daisies, instictively you stopped. The urge to pick them up was too massive. You couldn‘t resist. You picked a whole bouquet and continued your journey to the training ground.

"You‘re late" Magda said in a stern voice as you entered the changing room. "I know, I‘m sorry" everbody had their eyes on you or rather on the flowers in your hand. "But, this is for you" pride echoed through your voice while handing her a daisy. You didn‘t even wait for an answer because you already walked to Pernille. "This is for you" you took another daisy out of your bouquet. "And this for you" you handed Erin one. And Sam. And Guro. And the whole team.

The only person being left was Jessie. You were madly in love with her. She just had to look at you and your cheeks would turn red, you would start to stutter and get clumsy. "These are for you" you said shyly while handing her not one daisy but the whole bouquet. Your eyes glued to the floor, cheeks already red. "I hope you like them" within two seconds you turned around and walked to your cubby. You didn‘t dare to look at Jessie or anyone.

"She totally has a crush on you" Niamh told Jess as they stepped onto the pitch.

Everyone knew you had a crush on the canadian; it was obvious. But Jessie was oblivious to this.

No matter how many compliments you gave her she ignored them. Not intentionally though. When you compliment her, she felt nausous. She would have a fuzzy feeling in her stomach that some people might consider as butterflies.

She couldn‘t react to your compliments. She always wanted to but her mind was too slow to think of an answer. And by the time she had one it was too late.

"No she doesn‘t" Jess replied. Niamh raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you kidding me? She literally gave you an bouquet of daisies. That’s basically her love confession."

Love confession? That made the canadian think. Was that a love confession? Y/N gave everyone a flower, didn‘t she? She probably gave me just all the leftovers.

As the days went by Jess would always find a daisy in her cubby. It wasn‘t something you wanted to do but everytime you saw a daisy you had the need to give it to her. You never saw the smile Jessie had when she saw them. You never saw the red colour on her cheeks when she saw them. And you never saw the way she would quickly put the flower into her notebook. All the flowers you gave her were in that notebook. Each day she would press a daisy onto a new page and admire them at home.

"You love daisies, don‘t you?" Jessie smiled as she sat the next to you on the pitch. "I do." you whispered while playing with the grass between your fingers. The way she looked at you made feel nervous, safe, calm and excited at the same time. She wasn‘t just looking at you; she looked into your heart, soul and mind. "Tell me something about them" you were about to faint. Nobody had ever asked you about the daisies. "Tell me why you love them so much" and that‘s all you needed "Well, a daisy has many meanings. Some say they represent purity, joy, cheerfulnees and so on, but I don‘t like them because of their meaning or what they symbolize. I like them because they‘re simple. They‘re plain. And If people don‘t like flowers because of their smell, there is a chance that they like daisies; they don‘t smell. But to be honest, I like to think they smell fresh and sunny. By the way, did you know in the victorian era they symbolized innocence, loyalty and the ability to keep things a secret. That‘s so cool, right?" you rambled. You got so lost in your talking that you didn‘t realize that Jessie was switching between looking at your eyes and lips. In that moment, Jess knew she definitely had a crush on you. Her whole body was on fire. "I‘m rambling, am I?"

"Yes, you are"

"I‘m sorry, i couldn‘t help myself" you chuckled while starting to play with the grass again. "Don‘t apologize" her hand found yours, her eyes never leaving yours, both of your faces covered in a big smile. The two of you were in your own little bubble; no talking, only looking. Your free hand crept your way up to a loose strand of the canadian. First, you twisted it between your fingers and then slowly you put it behind her ear. Your hand resting their longer than necessary. "Jessie…" you whispered as you leant towards her. The canadian knew you were about to kiss her, something she always wanted to happen yet she panicked. "I- i‘m sorry" then she ran away. She ran for her dear life. If you‘ve never heard a heart break, now you have. Your heart shattered into pieces and the way she avoided you like the plague hurt even more.

You tried to be yourself and act professional but a few teammates could see through your facade. They didn‘t ask about it though. They respected you; when you‘re ready, they‘re there for you.

The following days, Jess didn‘t have a daisy in her cubby. It stung. It was her own fault, she knew that but still she didn‘t like it.

A few days later she saw you sitting alone in the changing room with a single daisy in your hand. You plucked the petals while whispering 'she loves me' 'she loves me not'. For each phrase one petal. You didn‘t hear her coming in but she heard what you were saying. It was her chance to make things right. She walked up to you and grabbed your shirt collar. You didn‘t know what was happening: one moment you were plucking daisy petals with your fingers, now your fingers were holding the hem of Jessie‘s shirt. Her brown eyes starring into yours until they flicked down to your lips. It was magical; the way she pulled you closer so your bodies would touch, the way she had so much power of you and made you weak in your knees. "May I?" she whispered as her thumb stroked your cheek. You felt dizzy and excited. You waited so long for this. With your nod as consent her lips finally met yours for the first time. Fireworks exploded in your stomach, your skin was on fire and your mind was in dreamland. It was perfect. Her lips felt amazing as you moved in sync.

It felt like it had always been like this.

"Let me take you on a date" she said out of breath with crimson red cheeks. "Yes" you replied sheepishly.

Not everybody believes in the petal-oracle but If you had finished yours, it would have ended with 'she loves me' and Jessie surely did.

Everyone could decide for themselves how to interpret a daisy because there were so many meanings, but for you they no longer meant only peace but also joy and love.

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[domme-switch]

ohhh mommy, your most recent ask really almost got me in trouble…

i was being very impatient waiting for you.. so i might have read what you said you would to do me while i was with a friend. and she noticed my cheeks got flushed and asked me if i’m okay hahaha. i had to sit there and talk to her knowing there’s nothing more in the world i would want than touch my pussy for you. and the worst part is!! i was with her for two days! so i really couldn’t do anything… unlucky

but with that being said mommy, i still haven’t came :( and and you weren’t very clear whether i have your permission or not so i’m not sure if i’m allowed an orgasm or not.. you really do love to tease me mommy. i really really want one but if mommy is having fun torturing me with edges and ruins then i think i have to keep going? i just wanna be a good girl for you c: it really turned me on when you said i make you horny mommy

i want to feel your touch on my body soooo bad i’m burning with need. for you to tie me up and have your way with me. uuggghhh there’s nothing more i would love than for you to ruin me, play with me like i’m just your little toy mommy. i keep imagining it’s you slapping my pussy and telling me i deserve it for not doing as you said, which would only leave me confused because? i did do what mommy said but.. i must be wrong if my pussy is getting slapped like that :) and if you happened to have a makeup brush next to you.. and force those light touches on my aching clit.. which is definitely not enough to make me cum but you say it’s all i’m getting so now i’m getting frustrated and whiny and- and when i finally get close you tell me i’m not allowed to cum but it’s too hard and i can’t hold back so you just.. take the matter into your own hands and ruin it for me.. making me scream a silent moan while i arch my back and whine while you just laugh at me… and then you’d force another one and another one until i fall apart for you because how dare i come without mommy’s permission? such a greedy girl i am :( as long as mommy’s having fun with my body she should keep using it.

-🍓

thank you for telling me you like my writing :) that really made my day! i try my best hehe.. and sorry for being mia recently, i’ve been busy :(

oh wow sweetheart! what a needy princess you are! couldn’t even wait until you were alone? tsk very impatient indeed😌

you know, the good thing is that mommy wasn’t around, cause if your cheeks get flushed simply from reading my answer…who knows what would have happened if I pulled you in my lap and squeezed your thighs..my hand rubbing your knee, then sliding further up…

such a poor pup, two days aching to touch yourself but you couldn’t? but clever girl, you are right I do enjoy teasing you, a lot!😌 you’re simply adorable darling, getting needy and whiny when I tell you to edge, but you keep doing it, doesn’t it feel nice darling, feeling all the pleasure and how your clit throbs when you touch it, so close… mmh it does make me horny sweetheart, in fact, I‘m horny rn, at work, and I would love to grab your neck and pull you close for a kiss before pushing you against the desk and spreading your legs, burying my face in your pussy, licking your clit until you are so close, begging me to cum. but my poor needy princess, I think that’s the moment I have to stop, kiss that pouting mouth and let you taste yourself on my lips before tugging your hair until your face is on my dripping pussy. be a good girl and eat mommy out sweetheart, then I will let you have an orgasm… a ruined one, but it will be an orgasm, that’s what you wanted right?😉 my poor darling, don’t worry, I will tie you up do you can let mommy have her way with you, you just have to keep whining and begging, and maybe I will let you have more ruined orgasms until you forget what it feels like to cum all over my mouth and fingers😘 and then, maybe then I will make you cum, when your pussy is soaking wet, sensitive and puffy, but you would look so pretty begging for mommy to make you cum💛

I loved that idea darling, we are gonna tie you up and I‘m gonna edge you until even the lightest touch makes you cum, just the makeup brush on your clit as your hips buckle and you cum, oh but the touching stopped, aww another ruined orgasm for my baby! but you didn’t wait for permission did you? no? was it too hard to wait? too needy? if you are this needy, mommy will have to make you cum again, and another time, slap your cute pussy while you whimper and give you ruined orgasms until you beg me to stop😘

I think you should edge a bit more…and maybe once mommy is home in a couple hours, if you beg prettily, I might let you have an orgasm😚

(I really love it darling, it’s so good it always makes me horny😋 and let me know if the edging is too much💛💛)

[sniffin4sxrrxw]

01/04/2024 - A weird dream I had

I went to bed at like 5 am and feel asleep at 6-ish am and at some point I started dreaming I was in all kinds of places, at first I was in a giant discounter with what I think were supposed to be friends but there were also some people that felt like they shouldn’t have been there like a jacked man and woman that I was running around with later in that giant store, before going into it I got greeted and hugged by two women claiming they knew me who seemed vaguely familiar in terms of knowing them irl they then hugged me and proceeded to walk into the store with me; There someone told us we had credit cards that we could use and whoever spends the money on that „tier“ of card first get‘s the next tier with more money but „keeps less money“ from the „prize pool“ which was something in the millions, which I we had only been told after another part of the friend group spent the money which was only 1.68$ I think for some reason so the friend I was with said we should maybe just get some water which we did but after getting the water we were just playing catch while splashing water everywhere and just having fun; After a while and I don’t remember how or why I got there I was alone wanting to go to the second floor to go buy things there which is where the jacked guy and woman appeared and wanted to race me the door leading to the staircase which led to the next floor, which we did but for some reason the man blocked the door after we made it all there. Then I remember being outside at a place I sometimes go to on my walks at night, it was also night at that time but for some reason I didn‘t have the cigarettes I usually smoke with me but one pf those refillable vapes instead; So I sat on a bench vaping until I decided to start heading back home but there were multiple people each walking and coming from a different direction with one coming right towards me; I wanted to switch to the other side of the road or just switch to the adjacent sidewalk ykwIm anyways though I tried walking a larger circle around that person but suddenly they stood in from of me; It was a woman she was wearing glasses with a thick frame if I remember correctly but I‘m not sure about that, she either black, brown or red hair and was somewhere around my age or a few years older; She then probably asked me if she could have a few drags and I told her she could just keep it because I had spare ones at home and that a friend gave that one to me and that it is refillable she then thanked me and we were about to talk about things but suddenly I felt like I blacked out in the dream; When I was „conscious“ again the feeling had changed and the scenery or landscape of the dream and how it worked I guess but suddenly it felt like (Idk maybe if you played Webfishing before or ac) you‘ll get it but there was a chat and I was typing into it but it also being narrated by a deep and disturbing voice, I‘d call demonic there were characters in the chat I couldn‘t recognize; I tried telling her I can’t speak, I can‘t say what I want but it just kept coming out a gibberish for the most part and sometimes it might’ve just appeared to me that way because even though the characters were all fucked up and weird the structure of some sentences made sense at first glance; Then I blacked out again and suddenly I‘m in a top down game on a platform in a hellish landscape; The platform had a rectangular shape a giant window with a pentagram, showing what’s below but I couldn’t make out what it was but it the platform had sawblades, spinning blocks and holes and all of that stuff in one area so I tried passing that area but failing over and over again to the point where I remember calling out: „This is impossible!“ suddenly I was on a different platform that looked similar but with other things but it felt like they were people but everyone looked like giant disgusting piles of meat with nonsensical shapes and oddly arranged/attached extremeties; Everyone seemed to try to escape the platform as well; But then a loud voice started to speak that echoed all throughout the area-

[thats-h0w-th3-light-g3ts-in]

Storms: My life with Lindsey Buckingham and Fleetwood Mac

by Carol Ann Harris

Review, kind of

As I‘ve said before, I haven‘t fully read the aforementioned book by Lindsey‘s ex-gf CAH, I‘ve just read excerpts of it mainly because I wanted to know what she hast to say about Christine (Yes, I need to know EVERYTHING about her, pretty pathetic but the truth!!)

Anyways, I have pretty soon come to the conclusion that her renderings of the (hi)story(s) of FMac are somewhat incomplete if not outright incorrect.

Again, I‘ve only read the parts where she mentions Christine, but when she stated (very confidently), that [Chris] had written Songbird for Curry Grant only and not as [Chris] later claims for the whole band, I thought it was a bit rich. Would we believe an ex-gf who has been with the band for 8 years or the actual members plus the person who had written the song.

Plus (for credibility purposes) Chris had admitted to writing You Make Loving Fun for Curry, so there really is no reason for her to lie about Songbird. (Also have you ever really listened to the lyrics Carol Ann?!!?)

Furthermore it was really confusing how she constantly kept saying ’us‘ when referring to the band Fleetwood Mac. (She wasn’t in the band, hasn’t anyone told her?)

Moreover, to my knowledge nobody was really that close to her? Mick doesn’t really mention her in his book [Then Play On] and she is barely on any pictures, not even closely as much as Stevies girlfriends Robin, Christy, Sharon etc etc. (Just an observation I made!!)

Finally, I decided to just go to the reviews on goodreads and sites like that (what a brainstorm!) and many of them came to similar conclusions. Most stories are exaggerated and blown out of proportions. I‘m not saying she‘s making stuff up but it feels like she puts too much focus on minorities just to be able to fill (& sell) a book.

In the end I would conclude that it‘s not really worth the read because as soon as you can’t really trust the author (for me anyways) the charm of a book (especially when it is supposed to be biographical!!) is just gone. I can’t believe anything I‘m reading, might have happened like that might as well not — I lose interest!

The ONLY thing I really liked of what I have read of the book was when CAH compared Christine to Katharine Hepburn (as I think being compared to Katharine Hepburn is the greatest of compliments), but really that‘s all. (She immediately goes on with comparing her to Hilary Swank in Million Dollar Baby which is cool but REALLY?! It‘s like comparing Mick to a giant just because he was tall …)

Just saying, lemme know what you think!!!!

[frillyfacefins]

Fun-Filled Fizzie Fucking - Chapter 2

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drugged Sex, long elaborate smut in multiple chapters, Heavy BDSM, Bondage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Weed Brownies, no beta we‘re already in hell, Food Play, not really food kink this time though, nausea play in second chapter but it‘s completely skippable, kind of bad bdsm etiquette, ozzie tries his best but fizzy is still fizzy, Rimming, Showers, Dirty Talk, So Much Dirty Talk Word Count Chapter 2: 1,061

WARNING: This is the one with the nausea play (no vomiting though), if that‘s an issue for you pls go right on to chapter 3; the only thing you need to know that Fizz has eaten half a brownie more.

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Chapter 1 II Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Summary:

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. ~~~ Fizzarolli comes home high off adrenaline after a big day and gets lovingly brought down by Ozzie with the help of some weed brownies and a new toy Ozzie has been working on…

The sound of ripping silk sent a shiver of such intensity up Fizz‘s spine that it slipped out of his mouth as a trembling moan. Ozzie pulled the tear apart until Fizz could feel air against his balls, but then he stopped. The waistband was still intact, and so was the front part of the flimsy little piece of underwear. His hole, taint and the back of his balls were completely exposed to Ozzie‘s gaze. He felt as if he could feel Ozzie‘s eyes on him, heating up the areas that were now laid bare until his skin felt scorched.

And then there was a large hand grabbing the base of his tail, and a hard slap made his skin actually burn.

“Fuck!“ he yelled, his body reflexively surging forward. The hand on his tail didn‘t relent, though, and the painful pull both added to the stinging pain and immediately made Fizz‘ body go slack to avoid injury. His heart was pounding from the tight feeling that seemed to echo up his spine. He was sensitive about his tail, not just because of the intensity of the feeling of being touched there, but also because it was the last thing he still had - the last appendage that was left. He knew that Ozzie wouldn‘t seriously hurt him—or at least, he was pretty sure he wouldn‘t do that during sex—but just the feeling of a strong hand holding him like this…

There was another slap, making Fizz wince and his cock jump and rub against the already damp silk of his ruined panties.

“Ozzie, please,“ he whimpered, trying to push his ass up more to get the hand that was now rubbing over his hot cheeks move down to his needy cock. “Please, I‘m so hard already, please gimme something here…“

Ozzie‘s weight behind him shifted, and then he felt his large, still fully clothed body lean over him so he could kiss Fizz‘s shoulder were his shirt had slipped down.

“Don‘t worry, my cute little darling… I‘ll be giving you plenty…“

Fizz could see his arm reaching forward towards the baking pan and pick up a piece of brownie, about half the size of the first one Fizz had had.

“Open up, baby.“

Fizz closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Ozzie stuffed the whole piece into Fizz‘ mouth and then clamped his hand over it.

“Don‘t swallow until I tell you,“ Ozzie whispered against his ear, then he sat up again, though he kept his hand over Fizz‘s mouth so he wouldn‘t be able to spit out the brownie either.

Just after a few seconds Fizz found out that one thing about chocolate, especially chocolate cake, was that the delicious taste soon became too much for his tastebuds. He did his best not to swallow, but it seemed a nearly impossible task, even with Ozzie‘s other hand letting go of his tail and slipping down between his thighs to let his fingers play with his balls while the tip of his thumb pushed against his still tightly closed asshole. His saliva was pooling in his mouth, turning the chocolate cake into a disgusting mess, threatening to spill out between his lips and against Ozzie‘s hand. Ozzie kept rubbing his fingers over his taint and his entrance and began to kiss the base of his tail and up his spine while Fizz‘ eyes were tearing up and his stomach began to roil with the intense bitterness the chocolate taste had morphed into.

“Good boy,“ Ozzie finally whispered against his shoulders. „Swallow now.“

Relief turned to panic when Fizz tried to swallow and found out that the right time to get the sludge down had apparently already passed. He felt like he was about to puke, but somehow he managed to get the chocolate-spit mix down. He had to close his eyes and take several deep breaths while he tried to swallow the rest of the bitter taste in his mouth. Ozzie‘s hand was off his mouth now, and while that made breathing easier, it didn‘t help with the nausea.

Ozzie seemed to notice that he wasn‘t feeling good. He pulled him up so he was kneeling and began to gently rub his shoulders and back.

“Deep breaths, baby,“ he whispered into his ear. “Just keep breathing for me, alright?“

Fizzarolli closed his eyes and did as he was told, just concentrating on taking deep, steadying breaths while Ozzie went over to the fridge. Fizz could hear the door open, and then the hiss of a can tab being opened.

“Here you go.“ Ozzie put the can down next to where Fizz‘s hand was limply lying on the counter. He opened his eyes and lifted the can to his face, touched it to his cheeks to enjoy the cold sensation that immediately calmed his nerves, before he took a deep drink of what turned out to be cola. He swished the fizzy drink around in his mouth until the taste of chocolate was gone before he swallowed it, then he followed it with a few more sips until he finally felt normal again.

Ozzie was standing behind him the entire time, idly playing with the tip of Fizz‘s swaying tail. When Fizz sighed and put the can down, he leaned forward, brushed the tail of Fizz‘s hat—beige-and-pink striped, today—aside and kissed along his neck.

“Such a good boy for me,“ he whispered. “Wanna have a shower before we play? So we can wait for the brownies to do their magic…“

Fizz leaned back into Ozzie‘s touch with a sigh. His stomach was still a little upset, but he couldn‘t taste any chocolate anymore and his heart rate was coming down, so he was good. The weed would likely not take very long to kick in now, but a shower still sounded really good. He‘d been working all day in front of spotlights and everything, and even though he knew Ozzie really, really didn‘t mind fucking him when he was already sweaty and gross, there was still something so damn hot about getting all clean just so you could get dirty again.

Also showering with Ozzie was even better, because there was always a chance that they‘d get dirty while getting clean…

“Let‘s go,“ he said with a smile and lifted his arms so Ozzie could lift him up.

[dearestones]

The Art of Romance (Hacker x M! Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, established relationship, Hacker just wants to impress you but doesn’t think he’s doing a good job being romantic, slight Swindler x Courier, Valentine’s  Day themed. 

@mondgewalt Request: HELLOOO, i saw your requests are open so i thought i might take advantage of that 💪🏻

could i request a romantic fluff scenario for hacker with a male reader? (though gender neutral is also fine!) i‘m fine with any scenario tbh, i leave that up to you haha

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Hacker is not one to quibble about the fine arts. In general, he is ruled by logic and rules, be it if he’s playing in one of his video games, hacking into a government database, or if he’s trying to finagle his way into getting free food from Swindler. There’s this sense of satisfaction he alone can feel when he manages to outwit authority by jumping through loopholes no one else can see. 

It’s fulfilling. 

With art like poetry and painting, it’s a lot harder to see what rules dictate how and why someone should use certain brushes or different strokes, what words or grammar would be best utilized to make a point. For someone like Hacker, art doesn’t make sense. Art is subjective; it is what you make of it and Hacker can’t quite recall what makes art… art. 

Sure, he has some taste (why else has he designed his droids to look as cute as they can be?), but he depends more on practicality than aesthetics. Back when he used to attend school, whenever there were projects that called for artistic expression, Hacker had simply bribed one of his classmates to do it for him. 

There was value in art, to be sure, but it simply wasn’t for him. 

It didn’t make sense and what didn’t make sense, Hacker either endeavored to understand it better or pretend that it did not exist. After all, when playing a game, one expected to win. But if you were always losing because you couldn’t understand the rules, well… Then it’s not worth playing in Hacker’s opinion. 

Today, however, Hacker was willing to give art a chance. 

You see, while Hacker wasn’t keen on playing a game that would result in a loss for him, he cannot deny that you were special. Hacker was no hedonist, but he liked sticking to things that he was usually good at: computer programming, logic puzzles, and hacking. There were, of course, a plethora of other interests that he could entertain, but those exemplified his technological skills more than any other. With you, however, there was this underlying sense of wanting to better himself. 

To be a person that was more than just a hacker living in a dingy apartment with no (legal) prospects in the future. 

(That in itself was almost more of a challenge than the fact that Hacker was willing to forgo all sense in rules and logic in favor of… art.

And what Hacker thought challenging, he inevitably knew was going to be fun).

So, on one fine Tuesday afternoon (the date of which he claimed was nondescript and ordinary), Hacker had requested that you meet him at a mutual friend’s house. You accepted, thinking that maybe you and your boyfriend were going to hang out with Swindler. There was a new anime that had come out a few days ago, and you knew that Swindler was sometimes too busy with the Seal Center to get herself up to date. 

Yet, when you arrived at Swindler’s middle class apartment, you found that it was only inhabited by you, Hacker, and a series of ingredients sitting innocently on the counter. 

(Well, Swindler was there in the beginning, but it was to make clear that you were in charge, the both of you weren’t allowed to burn down her apartment, and that if you—not Hacker, you—made something edible, you would have to save some for her.

Swindler also made sure to spend the last few moments teasing Hacker before goodnaturedly ruffling his blond hair and then leaving.

You would later find out that she spent the rest of the day with Courier, but that’s another story for another day). 

When you had asked why he wanted to bake with you, he simply shrugged and said that he wanted to try out the wonders of culinary arts. Swindler was fairly proficient at it (as evidenced by her vast array of pots and pans and the quality ingredients that rested on her counter), but he was itching for a challenge. Baking required specific instructions, but if one were to modify the recipe, even the smallest change could drastically alter the final product. 

Baking, he explained, was a science that was imbued with artistic intent. 

And that was how the past hour or so went. 

The both of you would take turns reading the instructions, measuring ingredients, and then mixing it all together. There were times when you swore that he was having fun, only for you to peer closer and see that his cheeks were flushed with confusion at a certain line in the instructions or his eyes heavy with discontent. A while ago, you had caught him accidentally dropping a few eggshells into a bowl, but thankfully, you caught him. In the moment, you laughed it off, but thinking back on it, Hacker seemed to wilt as he plucked the offending pieces of shell into the bin. 

Have you done something wrong? 

“Are you sure you’re fine?” You tried to wipe off flour from your shirt, but only succeeded in spreading it further into the fabric. Laughing a little to yourself, paused a moment to take a look at Hacker, only to find that your boyfriend was slumped over the table, his head lolling about as if he were boneless. 

Like you, Hacker was splattered with bits of flour. He had taken his cybernetic eyepatch off so that the internal components wouldn’t get damaged by the process, but he kept his hat firmly attached to his head. Once, when you were still getting to know him, you had asked if he used hairpins, but he had given you the world’s nastiest look that you bit the inside of your cheek from laughing. 

(You did manage to find a few hairpins on his desk during the first few times you visited his apartment, but he swore that they were Swindler’s). 

Hacker gave you a noncommittal grunt that you decided must have meant that he was either still salty that his baking skills weren’t up to par with yours or that he was still suffering from the teasing Swindler had given him before she left. You pulled up a chair beside him and rested your head against his shoulder. Although his personality could go from teasing to cold and analytical at times, his body ran rather warm. His jacket was soft, but you found, when you ran your fingers through his hair, that it was softer. 

It was a miracle his hair was as healthy and as clean as it was considering the state of his apartment. 

“Come on,” you cooed. 

You sat up straight and gently guided Hacker by the chin to look up at you. As you gazed down at him, an unfamiliar emotion seemed to swell and swallow the light in his eyes. Normally, his eyes were glacial blue: cold, but entrancing to look at. Now, they seemed to darken like storm clouds moments before furious rain. 

Concerned now, you pulled him closer so that it was his head that was resting on your chest. Hearing your heartbeat must have been enough because moments later, you finally heard him speak. 

The thing about Hacker was that while he would talk and brag online all he wanted, in real life he was fairly introverted. Sure, he would be sassy and quick witted among those he considered friends, but he mostly kept to himself. If he did speak without prompting, it was mostly to tease or to talk about his hobbies in great length. It was rare for him to sound emotional. 

“I’m not good at this… whatever this is.” He waved his hand as if trying to gesture at something tangible. 

“And what’s that?”

Hacker released a long, heaving breath before allowing his face to fall into the fabric of your shirt. “This relationship? This…” He made a light gagging noise, but continued anyway, “Romance?”

The way he said it… You weren’t sure why, but you felt your heart drop at his words. When you thought about it, his actions today were worrying and the fact that it was today of all days? Could this be…?

“Are… Is this…” You pursed your lips as the worst came to mind. He wouldn’t… would he? Still, despite what doubts you had clouding your perception, you had to ask. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? No!” Hacker reared away from your chest, his hands landing on your shoulders as if anchoring you down so that he could face you without fear of your running away. “Of course not! Why would—” He shook his head before allowing his hands to drift down your shoulders before interlacing his fingers with yours. “I’m not good with… Feelings.”

“That’s a given.”

He shot you a faux nasty look before softening his gaze. “Well, I’m not a very romantic person, but I thought that I could… try and do something nice, I guess. So, I thought that on a special day like this—”

“So, you did know it was Valentine’s Day!” 

Another nasty look was delivered, this time a glare, before he flicked your nose. “—I could try and do something nice. For you. But…” 

Before he could look away from you again, one of your hands cupped his cheek. Silently, you marveled at how soft his skin was, how his breath gently stuttered from his lips. What caught your attention the most, though, was the faint glow of pink that spread across his cheeks and coated the shells of his ears. If you weren’t so intent on soothing Hacker’s feelings, you would have teased him. 

“But?”

“I… I’m just not good at it.” He opened his mouth as if to say something more, closed it, and then thought better of it. “Computers, puzzles… It’s all logical. There are rules that you must follow, certain expectations that must be filled. The same could be said for relationships, but I don’t think I understand it at all.”

He sucked in a deep breath and when he released it, his entire body looked like it was deflating. “It’s like I’m playing a game where I know how it should end, but the rules are confusing and there’s no guarantee that I’ll win.”

Your heart broke when his face fell, glacial blue eyes welling with emotions that he clearly did not want to confront. 

“Hey… Just because you’re not good at baking or poetry or whatever else you think makes up the crux of romantic activities doesn’t mean that I don’t like you any less.” You paused before emphasizing, “That I don’t love you any less.” You leaned in close and rested your forehead against his. Here, with little distance to separate the two of you, you could almost pretend that Hacker was the only living thing left. That your entire world was solely him. “Love is confusing, I’ll admit that and I struggle with it too! But what matters is that you put effort into something that you don’t normally do. Preparing a romantic date like this? Baking? Surviving Swindler’s teasing? You didn’t have to go this far.”

“But I did.”

“You did and that’s what makes all of this—” You pointed at Swindler’s oven and the mess that spawned atop her kitchen countertop. “—special. You don’t have to be skilled or overly romantic to-to…” You felt a small, sly smile on your face as you regarded your now suspicious boyfriend. A thought had just occurred to you and by the gods of Kansai, you wanted to know if your theory was correct. “Did you do all of this to impress me?”

Hacker rolled his eyes, pressed a quick kiss on your nose, and then hopped off his chair. “I’m going to clean the counters before Swindler comes back and starts complaining.”

“Hey! You didn’t answer my question! Hacker!” He pointedly ignored you as he began wiping down the countertops with a dishrag. “At least kiss me again, you tease!”

At that exclamation, Hacker turned around and gave you the world’s cockiest grin. Coming from Hacker, it was like he was looking at a particularly challenging video game that he had yet to best. “You want a kiss? Then come get it.”

It took several minutes, a few overturned chairs, and a bag of flour, but you got your kiss.

(You also got a huffed explanation that Swindler had told your loving boyfriend that he should do something special for Valentine’s Day instead of gaming together. That led to your incredulous laughter before you told him that it didn’t matter. As long as the both of you were together, it was time worth spending).

Later on, when Swindler came home with flushed cheeks and a few take out boxes filled with takoyaki, she would tell the both of you that the cookies you made were horrible. 

It was okay. You and Hacker planned on baking a new batch another day. 

(And if that didn’t work out, the both of you could watch that new anime just to spoil Swindler on your next date). 

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[yumizcorner]

You‘re nothing~

Lee know x reader

!! Heavy angst | cursing | suicide | obsession | no Happy End | fem pronouns used !!

A/n: I’m not trying to say that Minho is mean. I‘m one of the biggest Minho defender and I love him with all my heart. In my opinion,Lee know is one of the most soft hearted persons ever. With that settled,enjoy.

Y/n was on her way to her boyfriend Minho. He didn’t answer her messages anymore so she decided to visit him.

As she arrived at his house,she rang the bell and waited for him to open the door. A few minutes later,her boyfriend stood in front of her. „Hey Baby“ she said and wanted to hug him but her boyfriend pushed her away.

To be honest the two of them never got really close to each other but y/n accepted it since she thought that he just didn’t like skin ship that much.

„What do you want y/n?“ he asked being obviously annoyed. „I just wanted to check up on you because you didn’t answer..“ Minho rolled his eyes. „I-I thought I could come in and we could talk a bit.“ her voice got more quiet since she noticed that something was wrong. Actually Lee know couldn’t care less,yet he still sighed and stepped aside so that she could come in. „Come in then“ y/n smiled while walking into his living room. Once Minho sat next to her she turned her body towards him and started to talk again. „I made a few plans you know…“ Lee know didn’t even look at her for a single second. He just sat there and stared into nothing while his girlfriend kept on talking. „I thought we might could go to an amusement park or we could go to a cinema…actually just do more in general. I informed myself more and I read that there’s gonna be a new cat caffè soon and since you like cats I thought we could go there and we could also go-“ out of nowhere,y/n got disturbed by Lee know. „Stop the talking for gods sake“ he said while still looking straight forward.

„We can also just stay at home if you don’t wanna go somewhere.“ Minho sighed in annoyance again. „That’s not what I meant. Those things sound fun just not when you‘re with me.“ he said without any hesitation. „w-what?“ she said while trying to hold her tears in.

„You just don’t get it do you?“ I’m ignoring you all the time and I always cancel our dates but you still show up here every time and pretend like nothing happened. God I’m sick of playing along. I don’t wanna be with you and I don’t love you. I never did. I just got together with you because I needed distraction and you never had any friends. I simply just pitied you. Fuck if I knew that you wouldn’t even get the most obvious signs then I would’ve never started this whole thing.“ he looked straight into y/n‘s eyes wich became wetter with every single word he said until thousands of tears started to leave her eyes.

Y/n felt like the tears are gonna burn her skin. She could feel how every single tear made it’s way down her cheek,dripping onto her hands wich were placed in her lap while Lee knows words rained down on her,going straight to her heart.

„I-I’m sorry that I annoyed you that much…that won’t happen anymore“ she got up and walked to the door. She almost run to her home while she was still crying. Her sight was blurred and she was barely able to see anything. She stood at the road and waited to be able to cross it.

„Fuck it. I‘m nothing without you Minho“ she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and started to walk. Not even a second later she heard the sound of a car trying to slow down before she could feel soft pain for a brief moment. After that she started to smile,finally leaving this horrible world,forever.

[rabbitsinwonderland]

i know i‘m the dm but consider. jecs lore

why thank you benevolent dm. i do really like the ask format for this cause it means I've got a captive audience.

you wanna do some lyric analysis with me?

of course you do

I'm gonna read more this cause I'm worried it'll be long

LETS FUCKIN GO BABY::

okay, song from playlist, I'm gonna go with Specimen by Daisy the Great

okay, first verse I think is fairly obvious - it's about someone that is outwardly (or inwardly) different from the people they associate with. you're gonna need to work with me cause I don't want anyone we play with to see spoilers but. you get it you get it. the mirrors in her eyes line is probably (definitely) within the context of the song meant to imply the girl is a robot, but i think if i was going to apply it to jecs, it would have to be about how his Actual Literal Body is a reflection of Irsa's opinions on reality. (can't expand on that without spoilers, so we'll move on to the next line). jecs's whole thing is "i am different, so I need to change myself and contribute to society; then I will be accepted". you can see this in the "keeps rocks in her backpack" line - the girl is lowering herself down. additionally, the next line I find fascinating cause it says "she gets dizzy when she flies", implying the action the girl takes to stop herself from flying or "being different" is also a self soothing measure, 'cause it helps her feel less "dizzy". heart is made of flowers I don't need to say anything about. you know about the flowers. you know. the last line "since all the neighbours saw" I think could be applied to when jecs first arrived in prospero - it's only because Tan was there that his escape was actually successful. boy has minimal survival skills.

she is made of starlight - I've pretty extensively discussed with you who represents sunlight for jecs, so relating to him I can see this as they views themselves as the opposite of Tan, especially in regards to the rest of that verse. he is starlight, opposite of sunlight, naive and hotheaded, and he doesn't understand. also "made of starlight" while having his god be visualized in nebulae. yeah.

chorus time! this one's obvious - if it wasn't already clear why I chose the song called "specimen", well, this is it.

aside from the obvious ("rap on the glass/you're a specimen"), I think it is pretty clear that a lot of jecs's character motivations come from anger (or anxiety, but that's a different song), so the "knuckles bruise" line works fairly well imo. also "blood runs white". fun fact, no other plasmoid have blood. :3

skipping a verse in between the chorus and this verse cause idk how to word it I just think it's jecs appropriate, but now we're on this one!

do I need to say anything about "don't ask her name". like. you get it. jecs b. etherut is not their name. neither is the first one. you get it

aaanyway yeah that's basically the whole song - chorus just repeats a bit at the end. hope you enjoyed the incessant rambling! <3

[slasherstories123]

hi! this is my first time sending a request so sorry if it's bad lol.

but I was wondering if you could do one with the slashers (Michael, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Matcher, and Brahms) react to you scaring yourself with your own reflection. bc that just happened to me and I wanted to see how they would react.

sorry if it's too much🙂👍

Slashers reaction to you getting scared by your own reflection

Paring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy Loomis, Stu Matcher, and Brahs Heelshire x GN! Reader

A/N: I‘m not even gonna lie this was fun to make and I found it funny😭

Tagslist: @brxwrvth @callmemeelah @dootys

Michael Myers

Michael was coming back from hunting and just wanted to relax for a bit, he was about to grab something sweet from the cabinet until he heard you scream.

Tilting his head slightly, he went to see what was wrong with you, when he found you on the bathroom floor gasping for air. Michael looked at you like you were crazy

“Sorry Michael! I didn’t hear you come in, I just got scared by my reflection that’s all!” He have you another head tilt, how do you get scared by your own reflection?

You’re not scared of Michael but you’re scared of your reflection? Really, come on Y/N, he grabbed your arm and helped you up before leaving you in the bathroom.

It may seem like he didn’t care but he did get a little worried when you screamed,

If you somehow managed to see that he was worried dont being it up to him or else he’ll get grumpy and will leave you in a different room

Or will just leave the house completely while you burst out in laughter

Jason Voorhees

You told him to wait on the couch since you were just going to the bathroom, he sat there patiently, waiting for you to come back.

You were washing your hands and looked up at yourself in the mirror, you let out a high-pitched scream that made Jason fall off the couch just from trying to run to you.

He nearly broke down the bathroom door just to see you in the floor with a shocked look on your face, he gently picked you up to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself, and he sat you in the sink.

He looked everywhere in the bathroom to see if it was a victim, you had to tell them there was no one there and you only got scared by your reflection.

Right after you said that he gave you a slow confusing head tilt, so you’re not being attacked by a victim? He’s glad that you’re okay but he found it silly that you got scared by your own reflection

He then signed at you, “You’re scared of your own reflection Y/N?” You felt offended by his question, “Hey! It just scared me!” “So basically you’re afraid of yourself?” You hit his chest playfully,

“I am not!” Jason just shook his head at you before picking you up and putting you back in the couch so you both can now continue your cuddle session,

Billy Loomis

He find sit stupid and funny at the same time, he was leaning in the doorway in the bathroom, watching you wash your put your rings you had back on your fingers, you knew he was in the doorway.

When you looked up you screamed at yourself nearly falling to the ground, Billy laughed at you as you screamed again, holding his stomach in laughter

“It’s not funny!” “Oh it’s funny alright!” You crossed your arms at him, feeling embarrassed by the fact that you got scared at your own reflection, after a while Billy began to calm down from his laughing fit

He was still chuckling but not so much, you left the bathroom with him still in the doorway, “JERK!” Billy tried to tell you that it was funny, you still wasn’t listening to him, “I mean come on! You’re scared of your own reflection!”

He has a point, you and him always watch horror movies and never jumped at one of them… except for 1 scene on Nightmare on Elm street. “Okay I see your point but stop laughing!”

Billy managed to stop after a few minutes, giving you a kiss on the forehead as an apology, saying he won’t laugh at you again

Knowing dang well that’s the biggest lie he’s ever told

Stu Matcher

This guy will play around and will scream with you, once you scream at your reflection he’ll scream right along just to make you scream again

“Stu! Knock it off!” You whined after you both stopped screaming, “What did I do? You screamed so I screamed!” He said with a smirk on his face. You hit his chest playfully, as he started laughing.

Stu finds it funny when you scream because of your reflection, it will catch him off guard sometimes but he will be the type to try to make it worse.

You remember when you screamed at your reflection and he poked his head out just to scream, of course you got scared and screamed again, you groaned before literally hitting him on the head,

“Oh come on that was funny!” “No it wasn’t!” You ignored him for the rest of the day, it was hard due to him apologizing so much and him whining about wanting to cuddle with you

Stu will also will also try to scare you just by standing in the doorway, you managed to get scared by him a few times

And of course, he found it funny while you screamed in terror, you got him back by kicking a door out of nowhere, making him scream like a little girl😭

Brahms Heelshire

He’s confused 100%, why are you screaming at a mirror? At first he thought you were in trouble, until he found you, your back pressed up the bathroom wall, “Oh hi Brahms!” He was even more confused than before now

Are you okay Y/N? Have you been in the mansion for so long to where you get scared of the smallest things?

Just like Jason, Brahms will make sure that you’re okay, when he does he’ll just stand there not knowing what to do.

You’ll have to reassure him that you’re fine and will lead him out of the bathroom, poor boy is lost in his head and is worried about you.

He’ll just silently follow you through the walls just to make sure you don’t get scared again, he’s not taking the risk of hearing you scream again.

Brahms will also cover up all of the mirrors in the mansion just to make sure you don’t scare yourself again, it took him a while but he did it without trouble… and not breaking any mirrors

At first, you were confused as to why he did, but when he told you, you just had to pat his head just because of how much he cared about you to do that. You thanked him for it.

You found it cute how he was worried about you… but now you’ll have to somehow tell him that the sheets on the mirrors have to go… good luck with that

[genshinlover101]

I have no words for how much I love your two modern high school AU seven minutes in heaven posts 🥰💛💛💛 If you don’t mind, can we get a part three with Jean, Yoimiya, Beidou, Sara and Yae. Because I‘m dying to hear your thoughts on these ones as well! Thaaaank youuuuuu💋

[for some reason I feel like pointing out that I‘m neither the person who requested this in the first place, nor the person who requested the second part. I‘m just a the third one you left giggling and needing more 😉💛]

Seven Minutes in Heaven with Her Prt. 3

Modern High School AU!

Character: Jean, Yoimiya, Beidou, Sara, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Original Request: Modern highschool au where the girls and their crush are mutual pining one another, however their S/O's friend group is sick of them not making a move with each other and decides to set them up by going to a party and playing party games (Like seven minutes in heaven or spin the bottle) and that's where the fun part begins since we know the girls might confess or even kiss their crush ;))  

A/n: Don't mind if I do, I hope it’s not too early for a prt. 3 

Link to Prt. 2 (Not connected, only if you want more)

• Jean is the overworked class president. You’d watch her from the back seat being trudged through the mud by your lazy excuse of a teacher.  “Jean, can you collect the homework?” “Jean dear, can you check up on your classmate?” “Jean, can you carry this to my office for me?” You made yourself a recurring figure in her life by helping her out every now and then.

• Your friends grew tired of watching you carry a burden without any merit. Sure you were a helping hand, but nothing more to Jean from their eyes. Every now and then you’d disappear before anyone else could to help the girl carry a huge pile of papers across the school. 

• It was a struggle to get Jean to go to the party, she always had another excuse. Whether it was homework, afterschool circulars, or chores, it was a neverending pile of responsibilities for her. Your friends had to go so far as to make you yourself invite her while you were on one of your ‘missions’.

Jean arrived tired and worn from school and clubs, just wanting a couch to lie on or a chair to rest her eyes. The moment she walked through the door it was like you were waiting just for her, grabbing her arm with a big smile. “Jean!” You howled with a warm smile. A familiar face was just what she needed. “You kept your promise to me, I’m glad you could make it tonight.” 

Your friends gave you specific directions, to grab Jean and meet them in the upstairs living room, where they had a surprise for you. So that was exactly what you did, so gullible. The moment you appeared they shoved you into a small closet barely big enough for a single person. Claiming they were going to play seven minutes in heaven, you two being the first test subjects as you seemed glued to the hip.

The room dimly lit as you rolled your eyes. Seriously locking the class president in the same room as you was the best idea they had? Jean looking mutually  awkward and nervous as she had never been in a situation as such. “Jean, will you forgive my friends for their rudeness,” you huff and puff. Your bodies connected from the front, her hands resting on your chest to create some space from your torsos. 

As much as she hated the position you were forced into, Jean might’ve enjoyed it a little. The excitement of something that wasn’t getting a good grade or impressing her parents, the feeling of your bodies together, the rush of being a young girl for the first time. “No worries, I’m often told I need to calm down and take a break. Maybe these seven minutes will be beneficial to me after all.” She said calmly.

She had never noted before, so distracted by math problems and writing essays. But your lingering scent was nice, it was what she had smelled passing in the hallways before when you rushed to help her. It was grounding and comforting, almost as if it wasn’t there she’d feel anxious and regret even coming to this party. Maybe if you weren’t there for her she’d feel this constantly.

Her lips parted slightly and a blush on her face, her heart racing upon realization. She was a smart girl, knowing instantly this feeling wasn’t platonic, yet confessions certainly weren’t her thing. “I-,” she uttered. Before she regretted not taking a stab at you, she clenched her fists against your shirt, ready to speak up. “I don’t want to regret not saying this in the future and I may not be up to your standards, but- I may have taken a liking to you. Something more... more than just friendship.”

• Yoimiya wasn’t particularly proactive in school circulars, but for a good reason. She was busy helping her father run the family business, helping light the night sky one firework at a time. Because of this, she had a keen eye for decoration, the student council would often go to her for her opinion on a school event decor. Her answer always leads to fireworks.

• Your friends grew tired of watching you butt into her affairs. Often at times fireworks grew costly and boring, she’d need a reliable person with more trust from the student council to advocate for her cause, you being her main victim. You’d beg the student council on her behalf, listing all the pros of the appearance of fireworks.

• It was fairly easy to get Yoimiya to the party. Partying, dancing, free food? It was all she needed to hear to get involved. She might even bring some cheap drug store fireworks and sparklers to liven up the night. You attending was just a perk for her because she’d know who to shadow around. 

Yoimiya arrived with pure smiles on her face and sparklers in hand, the young woman popular among her classmates. As she made her way through the crowd she greeted many briefly, however she only had eyes for one target, you. Leaving a box of sparklers on the counter for others to grab like a party snack, carrying one so she could specially hand deliver it to you.

When she saw you from behind, her face lit up, smiling from ear to ear as she gave you a great big hug from behind. “I knew I could find you here,” she said loudly in your ear. Surprised you returned her affection with the same energy, a big fat smile on your face, your hands interlocking as you both stared at one another in content small talk.

That was until your friend snuck up behind you, asking you to join them for a little game. Yoimiya was invited too, following closely behind you as you were both dragged into a silent room yet dark room. It was like your life flashed before your eyes, being jammed into a cramped closet by a bunch of hands, Yoimiya joining closely behind you.

In a panic, you apologize deeply to her “I-I’m sorry,” you told her without knowing when you’d be able to be free from this cramped closet. Looking anywhere other than in her eyes, a bead of sweat dripping from your forehead, your hands by your side even if her body was pressed against yours. You felt like reaching out to hold her, to be closer to her, but your fear of rejection was too overwhelming. 

Yoimiya’s social intelligence could see clearly through your awkward demeanor. Remembering in her pocket she had a sparkler just for you that she forgot to deliver. “Hey look,” she said softly, hoping it would distract you from this situation she lit it up, the small light gleaming in the dark and damp closet. Your eyes fixated on the burning stick in awe.

The lighting made the tensions high, instead of watching the sparks like normal, her eyes were focused on you only. Your cute eyes looking at the object in her hands, your lips slightly agape in surprise, your skin like glass. ‘What’s wrong with me,’ she thought to herself. She had a perfectly good distraction in her hand to avoid such awkward air, but.. she didn’t want to be distracted from you for some reason. For the first time, she wanted to focus on more than just the flames in the dark. “Has anyone told you how attractive you are?” she said so casually, unaware of her own words. 

She normally just spoke from her mind without a second thought, but after saying such embarrassing words a bright red blush on her face was to be seen. “I-,” she was ready to apologize for mentioning such a brash topic, but on second thought she didn’t want to. Thinking this was a once in a lifetime opprotunity “I think you’re always the most attractive in the room, you know that right?” she said with confidence, hoping something more than friendship might ignite from her words.

• Beidou is the classic bad girl stereotype. If she disappeared during lunch breaks she most likely went to go have a smoke in the bathroom that nobody went to. Sometimes you’d follow behind her, not to smoke, but to keep her company along with her gang of delinquents. She found it strange most times, you were like her little dog following her around.

• Your friends grew tired of watching you throw your reputation down the drain. The student council didn’t trust you anymore because the people you hung around associated with Beidou. They wouldn’t try and pry you two away, but maybe you could ‘change her’.

• It was easy to get Beidou to attend the party. It was a pain however, having to invite half of the school’s delinquents in order to convince her. They might as well have turned your friend’s house upside down, the smell of smoke and alcohol strong in the neighborhood streets. 

Beidou arrived alone, half of her ‘crew’ already there in separate rooms doing whatever illegal activities. Her strong manly appearance scares most of the people away from the doorstep, all except you. The crowd cleared so you could make your way to greet her like a good puppy dog. “I see you’ve come just to greet me huh?” She asked, patting your head, a smoke already in her mouth seeing as she didn’t have to hide it in this environment.

It didn’t take long for her to put you in a headlock and drag you alongside her. If your friends didn’t know you liked her, they’d assume you’d be getting bullied. She glanced down at your stare fixated at her, the loud music pulsing through her mind causing a headache. “Hey, let’s get outta here? Take me to a room alone, this music is causing a migraine,” she let you wander free as she had you on a leash.

Asking your friend if there was a room vacant for your special friend, they led you to the closet, pushing both of you into the confined space. Not listening to a single word you said in objection. Your hands glued to your side in fear to touch her in a way that would get on her nerves, sweat dripping down your forehead. “I-I’m sorry Beidou, I know you don’t prefer to be this close to me,” you apologized anxiously

Despite the uncomfortable position, she couldn’t seem more okay with this, a sadistic look on her face. It almost seemed like she was the only one in this cramped space. “You seemed a little too troubled to be in this space with me? Do you hate me that much, sport?” She asked you with a toothy smile. Her hand wrapping around your head.

A scared look on your face as you trembled in her grip, she seemed to soak up your expressions. “Say- you always seem to follow me around don’t you? Would you do anything for me?” The lack of personal space gave her a confidence boost. “Would you even bark for me hmm?” 

“You don’t think I’m a big bully, don’t you? It’s all in good fun,” the adrenaline pumping from her contact, you couldn’t reply properly to her questions. “I would hate to admit I enjoy this game between us too, I might even reward you if you keep up the good work,” a red glimmer in her eye as she seized a golden opportunity.

• Sara was the teacher’s pet with straight As. Reminding the teacher of the homework last night and snitching on every juvenile delinquent in here premise. Secretly she was a big nerd, she had posters, body pillows, stuffed animals, and action figures of her idol the Raiden Shogun, her favorite cartoon. You were the only one who knew her secret.

• Your friends got tired of her stealing you from them on lunch breaks or after school when they made plans. Since you were the only one who knew her secret you were the only one she could confide in, she was normally very shy making it hard for her to interact with others.

• Your friends thought getting her to the party would’ve been hard, but it was surprisingly easy. Since Sara didn’t have much going on at home, her parents always working and focusing on her other siblings she was frequently lonely. When they told her you’d be attending it lit her world up that she’d be able to spend time with you.

Sara arrived with a smug yet uncomfortable look on her face, her arms folded as she searched through the crowd of eyes for you. With a panicked mind, she looked back down at her phone, “I texted them four minutes ago I was here,” she mumbled to herself, the sound of loud music drowning her out. Impatiently she huffed thinking she should’ve never even come.

“Looking for me?” she heard, she turned her head with wide eyes to see you with a smile on your face. It was like a dog who hadn’t seen its owner in months as you two went in for a mutual hug. “Let’s go somewhere quiet,” you whispered in her ear. A similar smile on your faces as you read each other’s minds.

Looking around for a vacant room you funneled your way into one, a small yet comfortable and quiet living space. She revealed in a small bag she carried she had her comics, a hobby like this was something she could only share with you without worries of judgment. That was until you heard the door screech open, without hesitation you shoved her into the small closet nearest to you knowing it would be bad news if someone discovered your little hobby. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to her silent as ever.

Your bodies pressed together, holding her waist in a tight hug, her arms glued to her side in awkward habit. You heard your friend’s voices, searching for you two, waiting for the coast to be cleared. “It’s okay I guess,” she told you, looking down at her feet she stood as still as a statue.

With time she was worried about the small things that she’s never thought twice about before. In times like this, she should be panicking about her little secret becoming public, but she was scared whether her perfume would be to your liking. If she looked good in such dark and dim lighting. If you thought she was fat because your hands on your waist felt her stomach roll. When the door shut and it was clear no one else was in the room she became irrationally agitated. “Stop holding me weirdo,” she ordered you aggressively when she became a little too conscience.

A shy look on her face as her teeth ground together, her ears a bright red when she realized her crush on you. “Recently you’ve been so irritating, I just don’t understand,” She bit her lip to punish herself for spitting such cold words to you. Mustering up all the courage she had before quickly giving you a peck on your lips, short but sweet. “Idiot,” With no clear destination in mind, she wasted no time running out of the closet to hide from your sight.

• Yae Miko was the popular pretty girl who sold snacks during lunch breaks that the cafeteria didn’t have. She always made sure her hair and outfit were perfect even if it broke the dress code. You had an exclusive deal with her that if you bought her your mom’s fried tofu every day she’d give you a free snack.

• Your friends got tired of you bickering with your mother every week to make a batch of fried tofu every week all for the sly girl. You’d do anything for the smallest interaction or glimmer of attention from her even if she gave everyone else the exact same treatment.

• Getting Miko to the party was easy, they just bribed her with a large sum of money. Having close friends present or being lonely wasn’t a worry for her, she just saw it as a business investment. She might even bring a secret stash to sell to her peers.

The moment Miko walked through the doors she had girls and boys alike greeting her like a human magnet. In the back pocket of her jeans, she carried a small snack-sized candy bar she bought from the corner store, your favorite, just for you. A smug look on her face she tried to make her way to you, every conversation she struck up she asked if they had seen you. 

Eventually, she was led to you, your presence making this little high school party seem so much more appealing to her. Running up to you with her hands covering your eyes from behind, “Guess who?” she played with you with no concern about who you were initially talking to. She wanted to steal your attention away, your eyes would only meet hers tonight. 

That was until you were dragged from the wrist behind, a friend guiding you to another room with a “game” in mind. Miko could only roll her eyes as she followed you with her arms crossed. In return, when your friend was distracted she yanked you from behind into a small dark closet in the hallway, trying to hide from your friend’s invitation.

A superior grin on her face as you trembled in the cramped dark space. Before you could question her actions she put her finger to your lips. “Shh- you wouldn’t want them to find us hmm?” she whispered to you. She planned to stay in that closet until they gave up looking for you.

“Look I even brought you a special gift, I didn’t do this for anybody else you know,” To make light of the situation she pulled the small candy bar from her pocket, wiggling it in front of your face like you were a fish staring at a worm on a lure. Miko had always been flirty you thought as she insisted on feeding you, unwrapping the candy bar for you, making an airplane motion. “Say ahh~,” 

When you bit down your lips grazed her fingers, sparking an emotion in her of excitement. “You know you have such soft lips, what’s your secret?” Reaching for another touch, her finger traced your lower lip, her hand gripping your chin for stability. Her face approached closer and closer as you braced yourself for an impending kiss from her. After a few moments with no feeling, you opened your eyes to a grinning Miko.

“Did you honestly think I was going to kiss you?” she giggled. “I mean, do you want me to...? I will.”