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4k celebration

i want to see feral lando. dom lando. choking and degrading and rough lando. maybe a bad race, maybe flirting with another driver. weeknd vibes lando. rough rough rough lando.

heat.

ln x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which lando fucks you until the sun comes up :)

i am. feral. there are no words to describe how unhinged i am over this, this is super self indulgent and i cannot thank you enough anon hehe - lemme know what y’all think ily! <3

songs to set the mood: earned it by the weeknd, novacane by frank ocean, heaven angel by the driver era

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp with a bit of plot, choking, crying, swearing, overstimulation, neck? riding? (hehe), degradation, a slap or two, soft dom!lando, also not so soft dom!lando (he switches up a bit), just feral unhinged vibes

2k words

foreglow:

the glow of light appearing in the sky preceding sunrise

-

the sunrise casts a tangerine foreglow over your bodies, the bed, everything the light can touch.

lando’s slumped against the headboard and you’re sprawled over his lap, legs hooked over his, with his hand working between your thighs.

it’s been hours. he’s had you spread out for him, countless positions and locations utilised. you were paying for your behaviour over the race weekend, but really, it was all his fault.

he’d been too cocky, looked too good, the australian air getting to his head. you’d been glowering at him since you’d arrived in the land down under, watching in erotically charged horror as he paraded around looking, to put it simply, slutty. tight shorts, arms out, neck on display for all to see. his fucking neck. god, it looked so thick, flexing every time he turned to smirk at you. the heat rendered you delirious, and so did he.

and you couldn’t even think about that fucking daddy bracelet he’d been sporting.

you decided you needed payback, in the form of some carefully constructed, harmless flirting with everyone from the mechanics to the guys on the pit wall old enough to be your father. but lo and behold, it worked, and that’s how you found yourself in this position.

the position in question?

being fucked every which way lando deemed fit until the sun came up.

“you learnt your lesson yet, baby?” lando grunts into your ear, pinching your clit between his fingers.

your thighs are soaked, shaking uncontrollably, and your head has lulled back against his shoulder. you’re breathing heavily, your back flush against his front and he’s restless. you’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve been pushed to.

“lan.” you breathe, eyes fixated on the bracelet adorning his wrist. the kitschy trinket sends liquid fire down your spine and you spasm as he continues to swirl his calloused thumb over your clit.

“that’s not an answer.” he tuts, slipping his fingers through your slit until he’s circling your weeping entrance. you’re coated with slick, some of it his from where he’d fucked you up against the wall a good few hours ago. “have you,” he kisses your shoulder, trailing his fingers that were digging into your hip up your belly. “learnt your lesson?” his teeth sink into your flesh at the same time he pinches your nipple.

you gasp out a cry of his name, slurring incomprehensibly, “yes, yes, ‘m sorry, i’m so sorry.” you sob. his chest rumbles cruelly with laughter and you’re hurtling towards another release, the overstimulation making it easy for him to get you off.

“that’s all you needed to say, honey.” lando coos condescendingly.

as if he’s rewarding you for owning up, two of his fingers sink into your entrance, sliding deep. the sound of your wetness sends your eyes rolling back as he scissors his digits in and out of you, speeding them up into a delicious grind. you’re a mess in seconds, slumped into him as close as can be. kisses over your neck soothe you and you feel the wet rush of your release approaching quicker than you can comprehend it. you gush all over his fingers, dripping down his wrist, coating that annoying fucking bracelet.

“there you go, baby. so good for me.” he whispers, slowing his thrusts. “can you turn over for me? want you to look at me.”

you pant as you wriggle around in his arms until you’re straddling his lap. you can feel yourself dripping on him, his thick length sliding between your folds. the exhaustion renders you languid, ready to let him do just about whatever he wants to you next.

lando cups your breast, stroking gently over your nipple while he runs his tongue all over his long fingers. he loves to make you watch, torturing you until you’re needy for another release.

“you think you can do a few more for me?” lando smirks, bringing the fingers that he’d just licked clean to your other breast, fiddling with your other nipple. he has you rolling your hips against him, inadvertently chasing another high already. he loves it, revels in how he can reduce you to this, so desperate that you’re grinding down on his cock, a wet mess in his lap, all for him.

“yeah, lan.” you nod profusely, your tired eyes locked with his. the early morning sun hits them enticingly, making them sparkle green in the warm light. he looks disgustingly gorgeous like this, soft and yours, resting against the headboard, curls spilling over his forehead and into his eyes. if you didn’t know that he was mulling over a million twisted ideas in his brain that involved resorting you to tears of pleasure, you’d think he looked adorable.

“good.” he grins. “not even nearly done with you.” he looks evil; your thighs clench around his hips.

without moving you off of his lap, he uses his strength to slide down the bed until he lays flat. he beckons you to crawl up his body, and you find the strength to wriggle over him, thighs resting on either side of his neck when he stops you.

“you gonna slide your pretty little cunt over my neck?” lando asks, wrapping his huge hands around your thighs. you gulp, staring down at him dumbfounded. “don’t look at me like i’m crazy, baby. you think i don’t see you staring at it with that special little look in your eyes?” he teases. “get to fucking work, i’m not gonna ask again.”

hesitantly, you lower yourself against his his skin, flaming red with embarrassment and lust. you can’t lie and pretend that you aren’t utterly enticed by this, that you aren’t leaking down your thighs at the prospect of sliding your pussy along his tanned, flexed flesh. the adventurousness of the escapade makes your legs tremble, nerves eating you alive, but it’s all worth it when you feel that first glide.

you curse out, loud and breathy, the new sensation creating lewd sounds between you. he’s obsessed, staring up at you in mischievous awe as you rock your hips backwards and forwards. you tangle one hand in his hair, tugging hard in sheer desperation, while the other hand balances you against the headboard so you don’t crush him. he guides your hips like he wants to die like this, suffocated by you and everything you have to offer him.

“oh my fucking god.” you choke out a moan, jaw hanging agape as you continue to slide against him. every time you move forwards, you feel the delectable prickle of his trimmed facial hair scratching against your inner thighs and your eyes squeeze shut each time, pure pleasure bubbling in the pit of your belly.

“you have no idea how fucking good you look.” lando rasps, digging his fingertips into the meat of your thighs. you’re so tense, teetering on the very edge. the strength he possesses, his composure while you’re sitting on his fucking neck makes you throb.

you gaze down at him, feral, and it does something to him, because he’s yanking you up onto his parted lips, burying his face as far as it will go. you yelp, collapsing into the headboard as he holds you down on his tongue, lapping up your mess.

“can taste us.” he mumbles into the flesh of your cunt, barely audible, but you hear it and it makes you shiver. you black out as your orgasm hits, your ears ringing as bliss courses through your limp body like a delicious electric shock. your nerves are shot when he rolls you onto your back.

“fucking heaven.” lando groans, crawling over you as he licks his lips.

he’s invigorated by the taste of you, how spent you are, and how it’s all his fault. you can’t string a sentence together, but you’re grabbing at his toned body like you’re begging silently for more, anything. he needs to drive into you, fill up up, make you remember that your little games will always lead back to this, the reminder that you’re his.

“you sensitive, honey?” he growls, hand sliding between your legs while his necklace rests in the valley between your breasts. you whimper at the sensation, overloaded, nodding. you both know you need more; he needs more. “tough.”

lando practically folds you in half when he fucks into you, giving you no solace in adjusting to him. he ruts into you hard, fast, unrelenting as he sinks deeper and deeper with every thrust.

“you’re gonna behave from now on. you don’t need to make me jealous for me to fuck you.” he grunts. his slaps your hip, the harsh snap leaving a sting that has you convulsing. “this is what you deserve isn’t it? whoring yourself out because you were a wet mess for me all weekend.”

you whine his name, sobs wracking your body. he feels utterly divine hammering into you like life itself depends on it. you’ve lost track of where he stops and you begin, stars behind your eyes that turn into butterflies festering in your belly. you’re so full, flushed beneath him, gushing every time he opens his dirty fucking mouth.

“crying for me, love?” he mocks, lowering himself to get even closer to you, his tongue finding your tears tracks and licking the salty residue away until you’re shuddering.

“please, lando, please, told you i’m sorry.” you plead, begging for something undisclosed, but it’s okay, because he knows exactly what to do with you.

“be fucking quiet.” lando coos once more, sickeningly unsympathetic.

but you can’t help it, whimpering out his name, begging for some form of relief, or mercy, or for him to just fuck you impossibly harder. how can you be quiet when he’s tearing you so perfectly apart?

lando doesn’t like being disobeyed, so when you continue to sob, loud and lewdly, his hand finds it’s way to the base of your throat. your jaw goes slack, wheezing at the intense rush you get when he squeezes slowly, and you can’t help but let go.

“fucking- lando!” you writhe.

“i know, baby, i know.” he shushes you, hooking your leg even higher so that he can bury himself as deep as possible.

you spasm hard, impossibly tight around him and he stutters, collapsing you both hard into the mattress. you hold him so, so tight as he cums, shooting into you. you can feel him leaking out of you already, white hot, and laying there in a heap of sweat and adoration. he breathes a laugh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“are you okay, honey?” he whispers, kissing your collarbone.

“just peachy. a bit knackered.” you giggle, tangling your fingers into his damp curls.

“so, you liked the bracelet then?” he teases, nose bumping against your cheek as he raises his wrist to your eye line.

“i think it needs a clean.” you wrinkle your nose, thinking about what the beads had been exposed to over the last few hours.

“let’s shower, hm? then we can watch the sunrise.” lando suggests, sitting you up slowly.

“you’re gonna need to carry me.” your legs are still quivering.

“anything for you.” he says, hand over his heart.

-

45 minutes later, the sun is sitting pretty, high in the sky.

7:26am, the clock reads. the melbourne skyline glimmers hot with the rise of a new day.

you’re snuggled into his side, wet hair cooling the heat of damp skin. your eyes flutter, barely fighting the urgent need to sleep.

“you have no idea how much i love you.” lando caresses your stringy locks, pushing the hair from your eyes.

your bare bodies mould together, basking in the orange of the dawn.

“love you.” you mutter, brushing your lips against his chest in an open mouthed kiss. “promise i’ll start behaving.” you snicker.

“but baby, you know i love it when you’re bad.”

“okay, i’ll remember that… daddy.” you retort, a teasing lilt to your tone.

he ignores the way his blood rushes south, too conscious of your exhausted body - and his own - to climb on top of you and fuck you until the sun sets once more.

“get some sleep.” he whispers through gritted teeth.

you sink into sleep while he watches over you. the view from the hotel room is gorgeous, breathtaking, but why would he give it even a millisecond of his attention when he has you?

-

head? empty.

-

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i NEED a angst fic (with a happy ending ofc) based on tolerate it by taylor swift please 🙏 big chance it’s been done before though and im just the most unoriginal bitch ever

tolerate it ❀ s. reid x reader

in which spencer reid gets out of prison, and you baselessly feel like your relationship is growing increasingly one sided.  pairing: spencer reid x reader genre: angst tags: post prison reid. neglectful bf spencer reid. happy (open) ending. communication yippee. themes of self doubt in reader. mentions of spencer not eating.  word count: 2k a/n: writers block isn't real you just need to watch criminal minds season 12 episode 13 'spencer' and then listen to tolerate it on repeat for three hours straight. iiii know human beings don't talk in long monologued speeches but for the sake of my sanity let us pretend i am shakespeare and spencer reid is my leontes. plzzzz tell me if u liked this or if u didn't yay thank u ily

i sit and watch you. i notice everything you do, or don't do. (lines 3–4)

A fork scrapes against ceramic. It emits a scratching sound that hurts your ears, and you're cringing from your curled up position on the couch as you hear it. Silverware shines beneath the bright, warm glow of his kitchen light, his food barely dented as he pushes it around his plate. 

He's been playing with it since he sat down to eat it. 

You're not too sure what's going through his head as he takes barely there bites of a meal you cooked. You don't think you want to know. But it takes him all of twenty three minutes to come to the same conclusion he made last night, and every other night before that. That he isn't going to eat any more of the food, and just like his fork, his chair scrapes against the floor as he stands. 

He wraps the plate in aluminium foil, the crinkling of metal being your only indicator that he has plans to eat it later. At least, that's what you hope. 

When he disappears into the bedroom, you follow him. Like a lovesick puppy, you're trailing after him, and your chest feels hollow with how embarrassing it all is. 

He doesn't know you're watching him, though. 

At least, not to the extent you are. He's field trained enough to know that you're keeping an eye on him, but your silence is only indicative of you giving him the space he so politely asked for three days ago. He's not in his right mind to assume you're silent for any other reason, and you've battled to a loss with the thoughts of letting him into your disaster of a brain. 

He doesn't need to know that.

The ensuite door shuts behind him, and you hear the water turn on minutes later. You take the cue to curl up on your side of the bed, your fingers toying with the paper edges of a book you now had in your lap. The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, for you were rediscovering your love for children's novels amongst this trying time between you and Spencer. 

"Hey, did you buy me more shampoo?"

Your head lifts at the voice, the snowy Narnia world you had built in your brain shattering in an instant, as you're met with the dull colours of Spencer Reid's bedroom, and a showered and dressed Spencer Reid standing only a few feet away. His bedroom hadn't always been dull. Really, nothing had actually changed artistically within it to make it dull. But there's something about no longer laughing in a room once filled with so much love that mutes its vibrance. 

"Yeah," you say, dog-earing the page you were on and slipping it onto the nightstand. "I saw you were running low."

His lips part as he exhales, and you hate that you can tell he's pushing away something snippy. It wasn't that he was actively trying to start fights with you, but his temper has grown short, and he has more anger in his heart than before. 

"You didn't get the right one, that's all."

And though it isn't said rudely, your chest opens up like a black hole regardless, and a thick ball of emotion lodges in your throat.

"I'm sorry," you force past your lips, despising the hollow sound of your sad voice, and the fact that he notices it. His eyebrows frown towards each other at the sound of you, and he takes a step towards the bed.

It's pathetic, right? To be this upset over him letting you know the thing you bought him wasn't correct. In that almost fake sounding soft, kind voice he has when he is trying to keep his unnecessary frustration at bay. 

But it wasn't like this was the first time you'd done something for him in recent, and been told you did it wrong, instead of simply being thanked. Acts of service he was finding problems within no matter what they were, each new critique chipping away at the scales of your self confidence. You don't even think he's meaning to do it.

Every time this happens, memories of the other times flash violently in your head, reminding you that he could not find the beauty of being cared for by you the way he had before this. This, this thing you were barely even able to string the letters of together, because it seemed so foreign and faraway to you. Spencer Reid in prison is not a sentence that makes sense in this — or any other — timeline. You don't think it ever will. And yet.

You'd cooked him meals every single day since he got out. Meals he'd barely ever touch, wrap in foil, then put in the fridge for his work lunch the next day. You don't know if he's even eating them at work, or if he's just taking them there to throw them out. You've been too scared to reach out to any of his team members to ask. Knowledge is power, but knowledge makes his negligence all too real. 

There's a fear in calling it negligence. It isn't fair of you to expect the same man before and after prison, and you know he's dealing with more than you can fathom. You were prepared for distance. 

Just not this much.

The submerged sound of your name tugs you from your thoughts, and suddenly Spencer is closer than he was before, and he's repeating your name over and over in calling. Once you rapidly blink and shake your head, he determines you've returned to Earth, and he's falling silent again. There's concern knitting his eyebrows together, and he's got his hands hovering in the air, as if he's reaching for you, but second guessing himself at the same time. 

"Whats going on in your brain?" he asks you after a few beats of the two of you just staring at each other. 

Like a dam breaking, his question triggers an onslaught of emotions, and every fear and insecurity you've had inside you spills out.

"I feel like you suddenly hate me," your eyes rapidly search the duvet in front of you for your words. "Or—or I annoy you with my presence? Or my care? I mean, I try to do things for you and you barely even spare them a second glance, or thought. You barely talk to me anymore outside of updating me on your schedule. We sleep with miles of distance between us," you gesture to the bed beside you. "I cook you meals you don't eat, I wash your clothes you don't fold. Both of which are things that I'm fine with, because I can't imagine how skewed your appetite is, and I—I know laundry is a trigger now. But there is not even a slight hint of you—you being thankful. You know, appreciative. I feel like I'm following you around like a servant, and I'm doing things with no gratitude in return. I'm doing things I shouldn't have to, because I'm your girlfriend. Not your maid. But they are things that I want to do, because I care for you, and I love you," you pause, a self deprecating smile appearing on your face. "And—and you haven't even told me you love me since the day we got you home. Do you even love me, still? No, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know. I mean, I do. I don't know. God, Spencer, can you say something?"

He doesn't. For a long while, he stares at you, and you train your eyes on the pattern on the bedding you're currently sitting under. His gaze is pulverising, and every second that passes is another limb turning to dust beneath it. His silence should be enough of an answer for you. Yet, you hold onto groundless hope still.

It feels like eternity has passed you by, by the time you hear his voice again.

"I don't mean to make you think I don't love you," he says. "I do love you. Which feels meaningless to confess to you now, knowing how you feel, and I wish my expansive knowledge of words could come up with a confession that does justice to how you feel, but also makes you feel better. I can only hope you take it at face value, and don't assume I'm saying it because it's what you want me to say." 

He finds a seat on the bed in front of you, fingers fidgeting with each other as he fixates on the wooden flooring in front of him. 

"I am grateful for everything you've done for me recently. I'm sorry I haven't expressed that. I'm having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other, let alone stringing together sensical thoughts. I wish I could tell you what my mind sounds like without feeling guilty about it. It isn't nice, and every thought I have is far from positive," he lifts his eyes to you, and you watch in real time as they soften, for the first time since he came home. "I will tell you that there's you. Among every awful thought and feeling I have, there is you. I think I... I think I've been coming across as ungrateful because you are a breath of relief after every bad thought and feeling. Am I making sense?" you nod your head, and he sighs in, namely, relief. "I take a step back from processing my emotions and figuring out how I'm going to talk about them with that bureau therapist when I think about you, because you are the one good thing I have to hold on to. So I just bask in the thought of you, or the sight of you, and focus on nothing else."

You aren't sure when you began to cry, and you only realise it when you have to sniffle before speaking. "You can focus on so many things at once, though." 

"Not anymore," he admits, looking back down. "I don't know what's happened. I've gone from having a brain that works inhumanly — which is objectively an incorrect statement, but I digress — to one that cannot multitask on two separate things at once." 

"Oh," you whisper. "I see."

"I'm so sorry I've made you feel as though your efforts go unnoticed, honey," he murmurs. "They don't. This has just been really difficult."

"I know," you say, wiping your tear stained face with the back of your hand. 

There's a part of you that wants this to be the end of it. The end of self doubt, and distance, and instead the beginning of your relationship rebuilding itself alongside Spencer. 

There's a larger, more logical part of you, that knows you cannot just sweep every self conscious doubt under the rug and move on. 

"I just want some time," you tell him, and his shoulders tense as you speak. "Not to—not to break up. Or even for us to have a break. I don't want that. I've just felt very... unloved. Like you're merely tolerating my presence in your life. And now, I know you aren't. But I have to find my confidence in myself in this relationship again before I can move on."

"Okay," his voice is strained as he speaks, and you know he's not exactly content with your request for space.

You try not to focus on that, in order to stand firm in your decision. 

That is where the conversation ends. And just like every other night, he climbs into bed and leaves a considerable amount of distance between your two bodies. You choose not to dwell on it, because this is now him giving you the space you so politely requested. You were catastrophising, and you'd be damned if you let such a thing control your life any longer. 

It maybe wasn't all in your head, but you still had to take the self doubt shaped dagger from your stomach out.

now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. (line 30)

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

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a sweet valentine's with shiu kong

shiu kong x afab reader. yes it's been a month since valentine's day, leave me alone! do you want the fic or not?! wc: 2k. proofread? nah. reader gets fingered in the backseat of shiu's car and LOVES IT. yuki tsukumo is the best wingwoman ever. thank you to my pookie for being my beta reader ily

sogaeting, a term you were unfamiliar with until about a few weeks ago. it was a korean word, meaning something equivalent to “blind date”, your coworker had told you. it had been a few weeks since you were transferred to the seoul office from tokyo, and your office had made it their mission to set you up with someone the minute they found out you were single. well, it was mainly your one coworker yuki, who also came from your office three months prior. she was just so likeable by the office that everyone seemed to support her antics, much to your displeasure. yuki had known you long enough to know that you were single for a while, she honestly didn’t even know if she’s ever seen you talk about a date in the 3 years you’ve been at the company. for reasons you could absolutely not wrap your head around to understand, yuki had taken it upon herself to fix your quiet love life. however if anyone had asked her what her plan was, she’d keep it simple.

you needed to get laid.

because you were close friends with yuki, and because you worked with her so there was no way to avoid her on lunch, you resigned yourself to listening to her “master plan” to get you a date on valentine’s day. “no but seriously, listen.” she pauses for a moment, some lettuce had gotten in her teeth, before continuing. “i think this could be good for you! i mean, you only go to work and go home. what’s one date going to do?” you roll your eyes. you had thought you were doing a pretty good job at being the single friend. you liked your alone time, you could stay out as long as you wanted without care, and you even made enough to take your friends out for a nice dinner every now and then. yes, your eyes did linger too long when you noticed yuki swipe gochujang paste off choso’s lips with her finger, or when you could hear gojo giggle on the phone to his lover in his cubicle when he thinks he’s being quiet. okay, maybe you didn’t necessarily enjoy being single all the time, and the exasperated look on yuki’s face all but confirmed your suspicion.

“c’mon, at least hear me out. one date, just one! and if you hate it, you don’t have to listen to my yammering about you being an old maid. sorry, wrong word choice. but he’s a workaholic like you! i think you’d like him.” if it weren’t for the exaggerated way yuki was wiggling her brows, you might have been a bit more interested in going on the date. truth be told, you were a little nervous going on a blind date, all too spoiled with the convenience of swiping a finger on your phone. but this was yuki, your longtime coworker, a friend, even. she wouldn’t sabotage you like that. right??  “could i know something about him at least? like, what he does for work, or whatever?”

when the night came, you found yourself staring at your appearance longer than you would have liked. had it really been that long? truth be told, yuki was right, you hadn’t really been focused on dating since accepting a job at this company. three years and a move later, you found yourself on valentine’s day obsessing over your appearance for the nth time before a blind date. the hell was yuki thinking, setting you up for this, you grumbled, fully forgetting you had agreed to meet shiu tonight. oh yes, shiu. yuki had forbid you from looking up any information about him prior to the date, claiming you would have an unfair advantage over him. she had sent you the address to this french place in apgujeong, claiming that the restaurant was his choice. when you checked the menu on the way there, you felt your eye twitch as bile rose in your throat. none of the dishes you could even attempt to pronounce, and the amount of commas in the prices threatened to make your heart stop. you didn’t even have the opportunity to turn back if you wanted, somehow your feet carried you off the train, down the street, and you were now scaring the poor hostess with your shell shocked expression. pull yourself together, yuki’s voice rang in your ears. great, she had now infiltrated your subconscious.

“i–i have a 9 o’clock reservation? for two.” your voice squeaked out, and the hostess seemed relieved that you could actually speak. with a tight-lipped smile and a slight nod of her head to follow her, you trailed behind her into the dimly lit restaurant. the soft murmurs of conversation mixed with the clinks of forks and classical music as she led you to your table. you felt your breath catch in your throat as your date was already sitting down. with a sly grin, he stood up to shake your hand. his grip was firm, but not tight, and his hands were surprisingly smooth. he smelled slightly of cologne and cigars, and yet you didn’t seem to mind. his short hair was styled neatly on top of his head, a slight side part with a few pieces spiked upwards. his sharp eyes held your attention for long you almost didn't notice his mustache that let your eyes stray downwards to his lips. jesus, he hasn’t even spoken yet and you’re already ogling.

“you must be yuki’s friend, it’s nice to meet you. the name’s shiu kong. thank you for coming tonight. i hope this isn’t too forward but,” he pauses to hand you a bag he had hidden under the table. “happy valentine’s day. i hope i can make tonight worth your time.” looking into the bag, you had to pinch yourself to keep your eyes from giving away your reaction. inside of the bag rest an arrangement of red roses with hints of baby’s breath, absolutely stunning. you lift your gaze to meet shiu’s again and smiled, maybe yuki was right after all. the conversation wasn’t difficult to get going after that, you found out that shiu had also worked in japan for a number of years and only recently came back to korea to work and live. he had also revealed to you that he was in his early thirties—about six years your senior. when you asked him why he was interested in dating at this stage of his life, he said he had spent his twenties doing nothing but work and had no time for relationships. you thought back to yuki’s words and shook your head, he was truly your counterpart. you had explained to him that it had been pretty much the same for you, after university you threw yourself into work. sure some dates happened here and there, but nothing stuck. you figured it would be easier to just focus on your career instead. shiu nods his head in understanding, taking a moment to sip from his wine glass. you didn’t realize how easy it was to talk to him until this moment.

the rest of the dinner went smoothly, much to your delight. shiu had taught you a couple of french words off the menu, and you found yourself becoming well acquainted with the waiter that kept refilling your wine glass. you had forgotten how fun dates could be, especially with the right person. shiu was charming, you gave him that. he broke you out of your shyness with no difficulty, and he even had you laugh a couple of times. you were having so much fun, in fact, when he asked you if you would like to continue the date you didn’t say no. the gentleman he was, he didn’t even let you spare a glance at the bill. he handed the booklet with his black card inside before turning his attention to you again, a soft smile on his features. “i’m glad you came out tonight, doll. from how yuki talked about you, i was starting to think that you weren’t going to show up.” your muscles tightened as you forced yourself to keep smiling, while you silently cursed out yuki in your mind. “well, i usually don’t go on blind dates.” you actually didn’t go on dates at all, but shiu didn’t need to know that. who were you kidding, he could probably smell the anxiety radiating off you once you sat down. nevertheless, he still gave you a slight chuckle and you even got to see how pretty his teeth were. 

time seemed to have passed so quickly when you were with him. somewhere after leaving the restaurant and before getting to shiu’s apartment, you were being pulled into his lap and felt his mouth pressing kisses into your neck. now if you were just a bit sober, you’d feel some shame for doing this in the back of a cab. but in between the kisses and the shushes shiu gave you, he reassured you that this was his car and he’d be having a driver bring you to his place. maybe you’d actually end up apologizing to yuki. “look at you,” shiu rasped into your ear, his fingers already traveling up the slit of your dress to play with the strings of your thong. “you’re stunning, how did i get so lucky?” your lungs couldn’t get enough air fast enough to keep up with shiu’s fingers, as his middle and index brushed themselves against your wet entrance. he shushed you in between kisses as he pumped his fingers inside of you, until you were pathetically riding them with shameless fervor. 

shiu had you so strung out you didn’t realise that your moans were a lot louder than you originally thought, but you’d find the shame to worry about that later. his eyes looked so hungry for you, you would’ve assumed he was undressing you with his eyes. as the sound of your arousal echoed through the car, he practically moaned as he watched you ride his fingers. “listen to that, doll. she’s so needy for me.. do you think you can last until we get to my place?” if you weren’t so focused on getting yourself off you would probably smack him, fuck no you wouldn’t last! you felt as if you were going to cum at any moment! the man seemed like he knew what you were thinking, as his lips curled into a smirk before he went to speak again. “do you think you can cum for me, beautiful? make a mess on my fingers for me baby, please…” you could never say no to a man with manners. your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls pulsing around his fingers like a heartbeat. shiu gave you a moment to calm down before gently removing his fingers from inside you, making you watch as he sucked off the creamy fluids you left behind for him. 

“looks like someone couldn’t wait until we got home… can you go for another round later?”

you made a mental note to send yuki a thank you text in the morning.

can you fucking BELIEVE this took me a month to write. no but seriously work and life have been beating my ass like so bad but i really wanted to post this so i hope you enjoy :3 better late than never right AHAHA also there isn't gonna be a part 2 so pls do not ask me i will cry. choso pt 3 might be in the works IDK IDKKKKKK but thank you love you beanie out mwah

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[chez-cinnamon]

MY DTIYS IS FINALLY HERE!!!

(I haven’t reached 4K here lmao, I have on Twitter and TikTok, I can’t load my 2K version)

But yeah, no set rules, completely optional, have fun!! Thank you all so much for the support, ily all!!!!!

Added a pride version cause pride month <3

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sick days | l.f.

summmary: felix is feeling under the weather but luckily his angel is there to help him feel better.

wc: 2k

warnings: i know channie n lix don't live in the same dorm but for the sake of this story they do <3. descriptions of the flu and food, too many pet names, use of y/n. not proofread, lowercase intended.

a/n: okayyy, this is a request i was given a lil while ago (i'm so sorry this took so long) also wrote this in like 4 hours until three am so if the ending is weird that’s why but i’ll proofread it tomorrow. with that being said, i hope u enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

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(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you knew something was off, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you had a gut feeling. you had asked felix if everything was okay and he reassured you everything was fine. that was until a few days later he texted you letting you know he was feeling sick.

you had already called into work, letting them know you weren’t going to be in the office for a few days but you’ll do some work on your computer. you texted him once more, asking him what he needs but you didn’t receive a response.

assuming he’s probably resting you give his older counterpart a call. there was about three rings before he picks up, “hello?” an aussie voice fills your ears. “hi channie.” you smile. “y/n! hi, what can i do for you?” he asks.

“felix told me he wasn’t feeling well so i tried to text him to ask if he needed anything but he didn’t respond so i’m assuming he’s asleep. but i was calling so ask if you knew if he needed anything or if you guys need anything at the dorms.” you explain, placing him on speaker opening your notes app.

“oh! well i know lino’s making him some stew but i’m sure he could use some medicine and maybe some tea and something for electrolytes.” he lists off. “okay i can do that, do you guys need anything for the dorm?” you ask, typing out your list.

“no i think we’re good, thank you y/n, i appreciate it.” he smiles. “no problem channie, i’ll be there in a bit.” taking the phone off speaker, placing it back to your ear. “sounds good, drive safe.” you say your goodbyes, hanging up the phone.

you quickly put on your jacket, pulling your backpack on, then your work bag and grabbing your keys, walking out the door. you had packed a bag, planning on spending a few days at the dorms taking care of felix.

you quickly make your way to your car after locking your door. you grab everything felix may need from the store, making your way to the dorms. the drive to the dorms was quick, pulling into the driveway, grabbing all of your bags. you use your hip to close your car door as your hands are full, before walking up to the dorm.

you use your foot to tap the door, hoping someone inside hears. the door opens revealing a hoodie clad chan, giving you his signature smile, “hey, y/n.” he greets you before grabbing the bags. “ hi.” you smile back, quickly turning back, locking your car before following him inside.

you make your way into the kitchen, finding lino finishing up his kimchi-jjigae while chan places the bags on the counter. “hi lino.” you smile, giving him a small wave. “hi y/n, here to take care of yongbokkie?” he asks, stirring the steaming stew. you nod, “i’ll be right back, i’m gonna go put my stuff down and check on him.

you make your way down the hall, before reaching his closed door. you gently knock on the door, just incase he was still sleeping. “come in” you hear the familiar aussie voice, his voice impossibly deeper. you open the door, finding the usually sunny boy, looking pale and dreary.

“hi bubba, how are you feeling?” you ask, quickly putting down your bags next to the door before making your way to the bed. you sit down on the bed, brushing his hair out of his face. he clears his throat, “i’m okay.’ his voice hoarse.

your hand resting on his warm cheek, thumb brushing soothing circles on his cheek. “what’s going on jagi?” you ask. “channie hyung thinks it’s a cold or flu, i have a fever, congested, i keep coughing and sneezing and my head feels like it’s a balloon.” he explains, before he turns his head away from you, letting out a sneeze.

you hand him a tissue from the box sitting on his bedside table. “bless you bubba.” he blows his nose, placing the tissue in the bag next to him. “thank you, angel.” he gives you a small smile. you look at the table, finding an empty water bottle, tissues, and some crackers.

“have you taken some medicine?” you ask, running your hand through his hair. “lino hyung gave me some aspirin for my fever but we didn’t have any cold medicine.” he sniffles, closing his eyes, nuzzling his head against your hand slightly.

“okay bub, i picked you up some, so i’m gonna go grab you some medicine and i think minho is done with the stew so i’m gonna grab you a bowl too, alright?” you ask, hand still running through his hair. “mhm, thank you.” he mumbles. 

you leaned over placing a soft kiss to his warm forehead before pulling his blanket over him. you get up, grabbing the empty water bottle and crackers before making your way out of the room. you softly close the door behind you, walking back to the kitchen.

you place the crackers on the counter before filling up his blue bottle with ice and water. you start to put everything away, keeping the medicine and gatorade in a bag before pulling away the crackers. “here you go.” lino says, placing a bowl of the hot stew, with a spoon and some napkins next to you.

“ thank you minho.” you smile, placing the water bottle in the bag as well. “of course, there’s extra on the stove if you want some.” he says pointing towards the pot on the stove

. your heart warms at the older boy's gesture. “oh, thank you, you didn't have to.”

he waves you off “it’s the least i could do for you helping yongbokkie.” he smiles before making his way to the living room to join chan on the couch. you smile to yourself before collecting your materials, making your way back to your sick boy.

you carefully make your way down the hallway, knocking on the door once more, signaling your arrival. you carefully open the door, finding felix fast asleep, soft snores leaving his mouth. you quietly make your way into the room, closing the door once again.

you make your way to the side of his bed, placing the stew on the bedside table, sitting next to him once again. you place a gentle hand on his cheek, softly rubbing, waking him up. “hi angel,” you smile down at him. “you can go back to sleep in a bit but i got soup, medicine and water.” he nods understanding as he stretches a bit.

“sit up for me a bit.” he leans forward, coughing a bit. you rub his back, before you place pillows behind him to prop him up. “okay, lay back down baby.” he lays back, clearing his throat a bit. “comfortable?” he nods, giving you a small smile.

“good.” you smile, placing a kiss to his forehead before grabbing the still warm stew. you stir it slightly before taking a spoonful, blowing on the steaming liquid, bringing the spoon and bowl to felix. he opens his mouth, taking in the warm liquid, you pull the spoon back.

“good?” you ask, gathering another serving for him. he swallows the delicious food. “very good angel, thank you.” you smile, bringing the spoon back to him. “don’t thank me, thank minho.” you take the spoon again, repeating the process.

“no seriously, you dropped everything to come take care of me. i really appreciate that baby.” he smiles, placing an hand on your thigh. you place the spoon back in the bowl, leaning over, careful of the bowl of soup. you place a kiss to his cheek, “i’m your partner, it’s literally my job, you don’t have to thank me lix.” his cheeks redden slightly, small smile spreading across his lips.

you grab the spoon, repeating the same process until the stew is all gone. you hand him the napkin, watching him wipe his face before holding out the bowl for him to place the dirty material in. you set the bowl down before grabbing the gatorade and medicine. you place the medicine in his hand before opening the gatorade bottle.

he places the pills in his mouth before grabbing the cold bottle you held out to him. he takes down a few gulps of the cold liquid, before he struggles to breathe thanks to his congestion. “bubba, slow down,” you place your hand on his thigh as he finally pulls away. “breathe please, it’s not going anywhere.” you rub his thigh lightly.

“sorry.” he coughs slightly, causing you to take the bottle, before rubbing his back. “okay bubba, let it out.” the coughs slowly die down, his breathing becoming heavy as he tries to catch his breath. “okay, let’s lay you back down baby.” he nods, you put the cap back on, placing it back on the table.

you move a few of pillows, allowing him to lay back down. he scoots a little closer to you before laying down fully. “comfy?” he nods smiling, eyes closing slightly. “i’ll be back, i’m just gonna bring the dishes back into the kitchen, okay?” you ask, moving his two drinks to the edge of the table for him to have easy access. “okay, you’ll come back and cuddle right?” he asks, his boba eyes staring into yours, pleading you. you giggle, nodding, “yes, bub, i’ll come back and cuddle.” he smiles, happy with your answer before he nuzzles back into the soft mattress.

you give his arm a squeeze before getting up and grabbing the bowl, making your way back to the hallway. as you step out you run into jeongin. “oh!” slightly startled. “hi innie.” you smile. “hi noona, how is felix hyung?” he asks, pointing to the door. “he’s okay, he just ate and took medicine so he’s gonna sleep for a bit.” small smile still present on your lips.

“good, thank you for taking care of him.” you nod your head, “of course, i’d do anything for him.” your cheeks warming slightly. he smiles, “he’d do the same for you, you know.” you nod, cheeks becoming impossibly warmer. “i know, thank you innie.” he smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder before making his way to his room.

you make it back to the kitchen, quickly washing the bowl. “how’s lix doing?” an aussie voice behind you asks. you turn around, “he’s okay, he ate and i gave him some medicine so he’s gonna try to sleep now.” he nods, “thank you for taking care of him, we really appreciate it.”  you nod, smiling at the older man. “anytime channie, i’d do anything for him.”

he gives you a side hug, “we know.” he pulls away, making his way back to minho on the couch. you walk back to felix’s room for the final time, lightly knocking on the door. you enter, felix lifting his head, before settling back into his cocoon.

“y’know you don’t have to knock everytime, right?” he mumbles, face smooshed into his pillow. “i know but it’s your space, i don’t want to invade it.” you say, making your way to the other side of the bed. you get under the blankets, opening your arms to him. “you could never invade my space jagi, what’s mine is yours.”

he moves, melting into you, placing a kiss on top of your heart. “you realize you’re definitely getting sick right?” he asks, words slurred with sleep. you giggle, “yes lix i know,” you pause looking down at him, “but it’s worth it.” you lean down, placing a kiss to his sift hair.

“please make sure you take some vitamins.” he says, clearly fighting sleep. “i will angel, now go to sleep, you need rest,” you run fingers through his hair with one hand, rubbing his arm with the other. “mhm kay, lub you angel.” you smile, holding him close to you. “i love you too, lix.” placing one last kiss on his hair before he drifts off.

needless to say you definitely got sick a few days later, which resulted in a scolding from the sunshine boy himself. but he nursed you back to health, make sure you both were taking your vitamins to avoid getting sick again.

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[vechter]

hi i know this is old news but i was thinking about that "dick meets wfa" wip the other day i wanna say that im a huge fan. ily

aw thank you so much anon!!! <3

it's definitely something i want to get out this summer because the idea of any of the bats encountering wfa!characters is such a hilarious premise... i know they're all going to be freaked out and longing to go back to their own universe where everyone is repressed and emotionally stunted lmao. i only have around 2k words written so far... all of which were written in one-fever-dreamt-go but here's a snippet:

[missarchive]

Heyyy, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but I LOVED your ‘bed chem’ book I feel like there are NOT enough elle x fem!readers out there and especially not enough dom reader ones so I loved it sm! I was wondering if you could do another one similarly maybe a soft top fem!reader and elle possibly set just after elle leaves the bau; reader says she still loves her and would never blame her for it and confessions ensue etc… the girls get their freaks onnn!! Our girl elle deserved all the love in the world I miss her! Ily thank you 🙏 (ps if u hate this idea honestly any top reader bottom elle fics would be so splendidly superb😭)

cw; 18+ MDNI!! slight angst, fluff, top fem!reader, bottom!elle, wingwoman emily makes an appearance, fingering, oral, resolved feelings, open ending

an; I wasn’t sure if you wanted a pre-established relationship or not so I just kinda ran with your idea a bit! I hope you enjoy reading <3 thank you for the request, I miss Elle so bad you guys.

wc; 2k

As the morning progressed, you couldn’t help but notice the stares you got from the surrounding agents. You chose to ignore them, knowing it would only lead to questioning about Elle. Besides, you knew you wouldn’t have the answers they were so desperately searching for, anyway.

Finally having had enough of the forlorn looks sent your way, you pushed your chair back with a shrill screech and excused yourself from your desk, dumping the files down on the nearest table and heading straight for the doors.

You make it no more than twenty metres before Emily is pulling you aside and into the empty breakroom. You tug your arm from her grip harshly and huff a little, “can I help you?” you raise an eyebrow.

She smirks and brushes you off, “how about you help yourself, first. I haven’t seen you stewing like this since… well, ever,” she laughs, straightening her lapels and leaning against the counter.

“And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean,” you shoot her a quick glare, having a feeling you already know where this conversation is headed.

Emily sighs, bowing her head briefly before her eyes soften, looking back up at you, “we’re only trying to help… none of us like seeing you this way.”

A scoff leaves your lips before you can stop it, the tiled pattern on the floor suddenly seeming far more interesting. You avert your eyes from her all-knowing gaze, picking at your nail beds, “I just wish she would’ve told me… that’s all,” you sigh, “you know, maybe… maybe I could’ve helped. I-I could’ve done something.”

Your bottom lip quivers, betraying the facade you’d worked so hard to keep up. “I thought maybe I-,” you shake your head, cutting yourself off as you raise a hand to frustratedly wipe at the tears pricking your eyes, “I thought I meant more to her than that…” you whisper, so quietly you're unsure if Emily even heard you.

“Don’t do that,” she frowns, her voice soft, kind. More than you deserve right now, you’re sure, “you know what you meant to her, what you mean to her…” she looks away briefly, choosing her next words carefully, “have you tried calling her?”

You let out a sad laugh, “and say what? ‘I miss you, I love you?’”

Emily looks at you as if you’d grown two heads, “uh, yeah. That’s exactly what you’re supposed to say, am I missing something here?”

“I wish it was that simple, Em,” you straighten your bag strap against your shoulder, “I’m not exactly sure this is the best time for me to spill my guts to her… she’s been through a lot.”

“That’s exactly why you should ‘spill your guts’, she needs to know that someone out there is in her corner,” Emily takes a cautious step forward, as if afraid to poke the bear. Once she’s sure you won't react, she places a hand on your shoulder and rubs her thumb in soothing circles.

You frown slightly, “but- she knows we support her, right?”

“It’s different coming from someone you love,” Emily smiles, patting your shoulder before moving past you and out the door, pausing under the frame, “I really think you should call her.”

You stand there, frozen. Emily’s words replay in your mind. “Someone you love.” She couldn’t have meant you… could she? Was she implying that Elle loved you? Your feet have never carried you to your car so fast, slamming the door behind you before rummaging around your purse for your cell.

Dialling Elle’s number, you wait in a painful silence. The call goes straight to voicemail, unusual. She’s usually very attentive to her phone. She must’ve been in a call already, you think to yourself. You’ll just call her again in a couple of minutes.

Voicemail, again. By the fourth attempt at calling her, you know something’s up. She would’ve answered by now, would’ve sent you a text detailing why she couldn’t pick up. She would’ve called you back, and rushed an apology.

You can't wait any longer, you follow the familiar route to her apartment. A drive you’d taken almost every night since you’d met her. Whether it be dropping her home from work, or getting drunk on the cheapest bottle of wine you could find, you were always in proximity to Elle.

The distance was unfamiliar, the silence was even worse.

Pulling up to her complex, you rush up the stairs. Your hand reaches out in hesitation, would she want to see you? It’s quickly overshadowed by your own need to see her.

You bang on her door rapidly. “Elle, I know you’re home,” you sigh, resting a closed fist against the door.

Waiting no more than a few moments at her front door step, the door swings open. There she was. A permanent frown etched into her once carefree face. Dark circles you know aren’t recent either. She moves aside, gesturing for you to come inside.

Once you set your coat down and take a seat next to her on the edge of her couch, it seems as if your own frown now mirrors hers. “What happened?”

She looks up at you, lips parted ever-so-slightly, chapped from dehydration. “I couldn't be there anymore… I’m losing so much of myself, I couldn’t… I couldn’t watch that happen to everyone else as well.”

You shake your head, pulling her hand into your lap, “I meant what happened with us. Why didn’t you tell me, Elle?”

Her eyes dart away from yours, hands growing clammy. “I knew you’d be upset.”

“Upset?” you chase her gaze, “Elle I’m only upset for you, not because of you.”

The silence seems to grow between you, each person scared to disrupt the quiet.

You shuffle slightly closer to her on the couch, reaching out to brush a stray curl away from her face. “I love you, Elle. You’ll always have me, even when you have nothing.”

Her expression softens, her eyes darting between your own as if trying to read you, unsure of what she heard, “you love me?” she repeats back to you, her throat going dry.

You nod, exhaling into a smile, “I love you, Elle. And I’d never blame you for what you did,” the curve of her cheek rests in your palm, a perfect fit, “I’m on your side. I understand you.”

Her bottom lip pulls in, quivering for just a moment while she looks over your face.

Then, she pulls you into a gentle kiss. Her lips soft against yours, her breathing coming out in quick heaves. You push yourself closer to her, wanting to be as close as possible. As soon as you sense her leg brush up against yours, you waste no time. Your hands go to her knees, slowly sliding up the soft material of her leggings and under the hem of her tank top.

Your fingertips trace over the curves of her ribs, gently pressing against her taut skin as she pushes herself into your touch. Your hands work their way down her body, resting on the swell of her hips. The fabric of her underwear tickles the pads of your fingers and you can't help but let out a small breath when you feel the slickness of her arousal already. You feel a blush cover your cheeks at the thought of her wet for you. Your eyes widen and you swallow hard, doing your best to hold in the groan that’s threatening to escape.

Moving your hand further, you push your fingers between her legs, slowly spreading her open with your thumb.

“Y/n,” she breathes your name. It feels like a prayer and your ego soars. “I need to feel you,” her voice begging.

You shift yourself so you’re hovering over Elle, your knees at either side of her hips as you pull her panties off of her and slide them into the pocket of your pants. You smirk a little to yourself, she’s not getting them back until you’re both fully sated. Your hands move up her body again and you pull her top over her head.

Elle reaches for your shirt but you pull back from her grasp as you pull it off of your own body.

“I want to worship your body,” you whisper as you bend your head to her breasts, pulling her nipple into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it slowly. Her breath comes out in a soft gasp and you can feel her hands fisting your hair. She pulls at the strands slightly, but she’s not pushing or pulling you away from her. You let her nipple pop out of your mouth as you trail kisses over her chest and across her shoulders.

“You taste so good,” you breathe the words against her lips. You kiss her jaw, her neck, her chest. Your lips move slowly over her, paying attention to all the spots that make her squirm beneath you.

You let your hand glide down over her torso and spread her legs wider, letting your fingers trail from her knee up to her inner things. You rub your hands up and down, feeling the heat coming from between her legs. Pushing yourself off her reluctantly, you position your body further down, allowing your head to rest between her thighs. You slowly open her up before dipping your head down to her core. You slowly lick your way up her center, flicking your tongue over her clit before pressing it flat against her and pushing the tip into her wet cunt.

She lets out a soft moan as she arches her back. You look up at her, watching as her chest rises and falls with each laboured breath.

“Fuck,” she breathes. Her hands fist the material of the couch beneath her. “Y/n, I’m close.” Her words come out in a gasp.

You pick up your pace, alternating between flicking and sucking on her clit. She gasps, “oh god, y/n,” and you can tell she’s close. You increase your pace as you add two fingers to her opening, pumping in and out of her slowly. She whimpers softly, her moans coming out in quick bursts as her legs tremble beneath her.

You look up to her face and she looks down at you, a haze of lust covering her eyes. You can tell she's right on the edge. You move your fingers inside her, finding that spot you know will make her cum the hardest. You curl your fingers and press them against it, rubbing softly as you flick your tongue against her clit.

“Fuck! Fuck, I love you… I love you,” Elle whimpers. Her body shakes as her orgasm overtakes her, her arms falling limply from the couch. She’s still cumming when you pull your fingers out of her, and she whimpers at the loss of contact.

You slowly make your way up her body, kissing her again as you move over her. You smile softly as her hand comes up to rest on your cheek, stroking the skin with her thumb.

“You’re so perfect,” you murmur softly, pressing your lips into her hand.

Letting your lips trail over her palm and up her wrist, you make a mental note of the blissed out look on her face. Lips curled up at the edges, her brows softened, the frown from before long gone.

“I meant what I said,” you rest your head on her chest, tilting your head to look up at her.

“Hm?” her fingers work their way into your hair, rubbing at the scalp gently.

“I’m not upset with you for leaving. I’m on your side, I always will be,” your eyes dart over her face, looking for any sign that could tell you what she’s thinking.

“And I meant what I said,” she breathes out.

“What’s that?”

“I love you.”

[ourloveiselectrifying]

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To the anon who sent in an ask about Kevin in a Muzzle here ya go heheh!

Uncensored will be up on twitter soon!! :3 (Kactiikitty!)

ALSO! Sorry I disappeared! Things got incredibly hard and crazy this year, and made me not want to work on OLiE. It's depressing and I don't wanna put a whole diary entry up explaining why the hold up on OLiE. Things are still hard, but I've got a very lovely boyfriend (HI ILY <3) now, and the shit storm that has been 2024 so far has calmed a bit now! So, things are getting better and I'll try to get back on on a bit of a schedule now! Thank you all for sticking around for more silly little dingo game :3

OK! Here's what I've been up to while I was gone! (SPOILERS)

The customizer, is a mess, and not the most pleasant to look at, but it's basically done!! This gif doesn't show everything btw!! I was going to do that but I was taking too long lol

-1000/10 never doing this again! • Worked on my art, did more poses backgrounds and animations! •More sketches, more writing, more routes, and adding in the new variables from the new customizer! • Spike remembers like all your choices, making restarting the game faster with your MC!

• Designed new characters for one of the routes!

• Added a plain text/font accessibility option!

• Working on improving sprites! His tail and ears can now be animated :3 (Uncensored will be on twitter :3)

It's not much, but we're getting there!!!

[cherryflavoured7777]

okay i’m thinking a fic where you’re spending your first christmas with Hazel 🥹 and making a gingerbread house while drinking hot cocoa and watching movies… like TONS of fluff im in love with her.

PS i love u and ur writing so much 🩷

THANK U SM ANGEL <3 ily.

(THIS IS PURE FLUFF. BORDERLINE TOO SWEET BUT I AM A very cheesy hoe IM SORRY, you have been warned)

You and Hazel spend your first Christmas Eve together. <3.

word count: 2k

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December 24th, Christmas Eve, found you spending the entire day at your girlfriend Hazel's house. The two of you totally immersing yourselves in a festive atmosphere, indulging in baking sessions, adding last minute decorations to the space, and listening to a blend of both classic Christmas tunes and your personal favourite songs.

You stood at the kitchen island, putting the finishing touches on a round of baking.

"Smells amazing, baby," Hazel sighed as she wrapped her arms around you from behind, observing you intently as you worked on mixing your second batch of cookies.

"Yeah?" you hummed.

"Mhmm, can't wait to try them." You felt the comforting weight of her chin resting on your shoulder, a warmth spreading through your body.

In the oven, your initial batch of Christmas cookies baked, ready to accompany the gingerbread house you were about to create.

Hazel snakes her arm in-front of you, dipping her finger into the cookie batter you're mixing.

"Hey! no tasting the batter yet." you protest.

"It's not for me, I already snuck a taste when you weren't looking. Open your mouth. You gotta try it."

Hazel’s hands met your waist again, and she gently spun you around.

She drew you a bit closer, fingers gently encircling your waist as she slid her batter-covered finger into your mouth, inviting you to taste. Her eyes grew slightly darker as she watched you slowly suck the batter off her finger, pupils fixated on your mouth. With raised eyebrows, she watched you expectantly.

"See?" She removes her finger from your mouth and licks the excess batter off her finger. "My girl can bake."

It all feels incredibly domestic, and merely being in her presence evokes a flutter in your stomach, a sensation that persists despite the fact that you see her almost every day. Love with Hazel unfolds in unexpectedly simple moments, and you can't help but feel fortunate, a sentiment she shares. The idea of experiencing such a pure connection once seemed unlikely to her, until she met you.

Your eyes stay fixated on hers before for a moment before she speaks.

"I love having you here,” she blurted out.

“I love being here,” you replied.

"No," she seemed a bit frustrated, as if you didn't fully grasp how deeply she meant it.

"Seeing you here gets me excited. Excited about what the future holds for us, you know? I know it sounds insane, or maybe like I’m thinking too far down the line, but I can't wait to come home to you existing in our place one day. Our kitchen, with the stuff we picked out together." Though confident and intentional, you could tell Hazel’s words were laced with vulnerability and a tad of insecurity.

Hazel’s words didn’t freak you out, though, they actually did the opposite. You never imagined you could feel so deeply enamored with another person. Truthfully, you would give her whatever she wanted.

"I know, Haze. Me too. I think about it so much, more than you know," you reassure her.

Hands still on your waist, she lifts you onto the countertop, adjusting slightly to stand between your legs.

Your hand instinctively reaches up to hold her face. You were both so young, and perhaps naive, but you never let that stop you from having these thoughts. You felt you owed yourself a completely lovesick, teenage romance, not tainted by fears of the future, not yet at least.

Your hands brush a strand of brown hair from her face, and you lean down to kiss her.

Whenever you kissed Hazel, you understood why people wanted to kiss, why they chased this feeling.

Growing up, you never quite understood it as much. But here in this moment, and every other one like it, you finally did. The warmth of her lips against yours, the subtle taste of cookie batter lingering between you—it's a simple joy that seems to encapsulate everything sweet and pure in your shared world.

You pull away, leaving her chasing you for more “Alright we gotta get these out of the oven, get out of my way,” you playfully command.

Walking over to put on your oven mitts, you take the tray out, carefully placing it on the stove. The sugary sweet aroma of the cookies envelops the kitchen with a rich warmth.

“I think we make a pretty good team,” Hazel says, smiling at you and admiring your baking.

“What are you talking about? I did all the work,” you tease, giggling as you await her response, turning back around to face her.

“Hey! That’s not true, I-” You cut off her protest with another kiss, choosing to indulge her instead of teasing her further. She smiles into the kiss, grabbing your waist before before her fingers start to trail along your spine, igniting a electricity against your skin. Letting the heated exchange linger, the playful banter transforms into a more intense moment as she slowly walks you backward and pushes you against the counter again.

The kitchen's warmth now feels more noticeable as ever as Hazel's lips leave yours and find their way to the sensitive curve of your neck. Soft, breathy sighs escape your lips, and you feel the air thicken around you. Hazel's hands move with purpose, exploring the contours of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The magnetic pull between you intensifies, making it momentarily hard to focus on anything but the rising wanting in your chest. Yet, amidst the heat of the moment, Hazel manages to steer the energy back to your task, her lips lingering near your ear.

“Okay, ready to tackle this beast?” she asks, motioning to the unopened gingerbread house. The mischievous glint in her eyes tells you that she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Absolutley.” you smile, trying to seem unphased and ignore the growing heat between your thighs.

The next half-hour is spent constructing the gingerbread house with Hazel around her kitchen table. She eventually pulls you onto her lap on her chair, her arms encircling you as she reaches behind with the frosting, guiding your hands to steady them as you outline the bodies of the gingerbread men. Laughter reverberates through the room as you and Hazel engage in a frosting fight, adorning the gingerbread with colorful candies and sprinkles, not really paying too much attention to where you're putting them.

“This looks like shit,” you say, staring at your handiwork. Hastily, you reach to save the drooping roof thats caving in.

You can feel Hazel’s breath against your ear behind you as she lets out a laugh, her arms wrapping around you to help salvage the falling structure. The shared moment becomes a sweet memory, even if the gingerbread house didn't turn out as planned.

"I think it's perfect," Hazel declares, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You glance around the room, the glow of Christmas lights casting a warm ambiance. The sound of holiday music playing softly in the background adds to the sweetness of the moment.

“Come on, I’m getting sleepy, let's go watch a movie,” she says, lifting you off her lap, interlacing your hand with hers as she pulls you up the stairs to her room.

You make your way up to Hazel's room, quickly discarding your T-shirt in exchange for one of her oversized sweatshirts, carrying her comforting scent.

Entering the bathroom, you find Hazel already brushing her teeth. You grab your toothbrush from the cup beside her sink, one that you kept there all the time because she insisted.

Staring at each other in the mirror, you both giggle as you brush your teeth in tandem, finding joy in the simplicity of shared routines. When Hazel finishes, she comes up behind you, grabbing a hair tie to keep your hair away from your face as you wash it. She mindlessly held your hips as you bent over to splash water on your face.

You and Hazel were both extremely clingy, but you couldn’t help it, always wanting to be close.

After both of you finish your skincare, you make your way over to her bed, clicking on the remote to her TV as you get comfortable under the covers.

“Okay, you have two choices, Home Alone or The Holiday?” you say as she climbs into bed beside you. She smells like soap and cookie batter.

“Why only those two?” She shifts under the covers, positioning herself beside you.

“Because those are my favourites,” you reply.

“I’ll watch whatever you want, babe,” Hazel says, a yawn escaping her mouth as she wraps her arm around you.

“If you fall asleep, I’m gonna be sad,” you warn. “I want to stay up with you until at least midnight. It's our first Christmas together, and I have to go home in the morning.” You pout.

Hazel’s eyes reflect a certain sadness in them, like she didn’t know how much you wanted her to stay awake. All of a sudden, it's as if her tiredness is gone as she sits up and walks across the room. She opens her closet and pulls something out, a large, flat, wrapped gift.

"Okay, I have something for you," Hazel grinned, excitement dancing in her eyes.

“But, my gifts for you are at home, I thought we were waiting until tomorrow.” You say, a pang of guilt hitting you.

“Shh- it’s fine. I want you to open it now, it’s just a small thing, I have more for tomorrow.” she says.

Her hands trembling slightly with anticipation, Hazel handed over the gift, a hint of nervousness in her smile. Your eyes light up as you accept the package, curiosity mingling with joy.

"Oh wow, Hazel, it's so beautifully wrapped," you say, carefully unwrapping the present.

As the paper fell away, revealing a sleek and elegant box, Hazel couldn't help but hold her breath. You opened the box to find a delicate frame containing a customized star map. The night sky on the night you first met, immortalized in a celestial display.

"Oh, Hazel," you gasped, your eyes welling up with emotion. You recongized the date immediately "Is this…?"

Hazel nodded, her heart swelling with affection. "It's the night we first met. The stars above us that night," she explained, her voice tender.

You and Hazel constantly argue about your first official time meeting. The truth is, she’d watched you from afar for months, never thinking she’d actually have a chance with you. You didn’t officially talk until the first night of senior year, at the annual senior campout. You’d spent basically that entire night with Hazel, following her in awe as she pointed out different constellations to you, her infatuation with astronomy becoming quickly apparent.

You traced your fingers over the constellations, a smile playing on your lips. "This is incredible. I can't believe you did this."

Hazel leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. "I wanted us to have a piece of that moment forever. Something to remind us of where it all began."

The room seemed to shimmer with warmth as you pulled Hazel into a tight embrace, the framed star map cradled between you two.

“Thank you, Haze. I love it.” You whisper into her hair.

“Your welcome, baby. I’m glad you like it” she whispers back.

You spend the next two hours tangled up together watching The Holiday. Completely content in eachothers presence. As the credits roll, Hazel’s hands find yours, lightly toying with your fingers. “Hey, pass me your phone.” She whispers.

You reach for it beside you and hand it to her. She turns it on, the clock showing 12:13am, December 25th. She turns to look at you, beaming.

“We made it,” she says smiling, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” She buried her head in the crook of your neck, peppering warm kisses all over.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” You whisper, hands finding her hair.

She coaxes you onto your side, pulling you into her, gently stroking your hair. The movie soundtrack faded into the background, replaced by the quiet cadence of your shared breaths. Hazel's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, and as the clock ticked away the minutes, you succumbed to the gentle pull of sleep.

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NAHHH CAUSE I NEED A GF THIS CHRISTMAS NOW. WILL I EVER FIND LOVE??

[ierofrnkk]

Poe Dameron x Na’vi!reader [3]

summary: Poe’s first day with the Omatikaya—today’s lesson? Riding a horse. (~2k)

content: Poe POV. Poe learns to ride a direhorse, he falls on his ass twice and that’s funny, first signs of feelings between Poe and reader.

a/n: Back after a break! I promise I’m getting somewhere with this! Poe is able to make tsaheylu with the animals directly, the logic behind that is uh. It’s something, idk I’ll figure it out. ILY all thank you for reading

Na’vi translations to know: pa’li - direhorse. tsaheylu - bond/queue

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Village life starts early.

That’s the first thing that Poe learned in his first 24 hours.

Not that he wasn’t used to early mornings, the Resistance had him up at all hours of the night, hopping into his X-Wing at the slightest disturbance, but this was different.

He didn’t sleep much through the night, the sounds of the forest surrounding him—the chittering and the cawing, the buzz of insects and the flap of wings—it kept him awake, something he was soon to regret.

He’s half awake when the natural hammock he’d been sleeping in is startled, shaken so that he rolls out of it easily and lands flat on his face. Good morning.

”What the—“ he manages, squinting up at the figure responsible for this wake-up call.

it’s her, of course it is.

“Up,” she tells him, staring down at Poe from her impressive height.

He stands, brushing dirt off of his chest and his hands from where he’d fallen, feeling more and more like a fool every second he spends here.

Even when he’s standing up, he barely makes her waist, and the thought alone is intimidating. He’s been around some tall people in his life, ones that tower over him and assert their dominance, but this feels different.

He feels even more vulnerable here, and maybe it’s some cruel joke from the Maker; something meant by design to make him feel small.

”You have much to learn. Come.” Her voice breaks him out of his own thoughts, and his gaze flicks up to meet hers.

She waits for his acknowledgement, before she heads off, long legs giving her a head start as she disappears into the woods.

Fuck.

Poe follows, ensuring his Exopack is secured around his waist before he takes off running after her, doing his best to keep up given the height difference.

He can barely make her through the trees, the cyan tones of her skin and the stripes blending in with the foliage surrounding her.

It’s not completely foreign to Poe, running drills first thing in the morning, but this is something completely different. His heart is racing, adrenaline high as each breath briefly fogs the clear front of his mask.

She must be slowing down, because they haven’t stopped, and Poe is keeping her in his sights the entire time as they run; he doesn’t even feel the ground beneath his feet anymore, his gaze locked forward as he ducks beneath vines and hurdles over fallen trees.

Realistically, they’re probably branches, and less so trees, given the size of everything around him.

Doesn’t matter. Keep running.

Poe doesn’t even know where he’s going, where he’s being led to, but things make themselves known soon enough.

They reach a clearing, finally, and up ahead Poe can see that she’s stopped running, so he does as well. He leans forward, hands on his knees as he catches his breath, heart still racing in the comedown as he gets his bearings once more.

She approaches him once more, towering over him, and he looks up at her, the brightness of the early sun behind her making her seem as nothing more than a silhouette.

”You’re fast, for a tawtute.”

Poe breathes a laugh at that, though he isn’t quite sure why he’s laughing. Maybe it’s the absurdity of it all, the thought that he’s on a foreign moon far past the Outer Rim, and the first thing he’s made to do is run drills.

“Thanks,” he manages, straightening up after a few more moments and taking in his surroundings a bit more effectively.

The trees have given way to a wide clearing, something marshy, and animals that Poe can only compare to Orbaks graze freely.

He’s got a sneaking suspicion that is lesson for the day is going to involve these animals.

Even in the presence of these animals, Poe feels minuscule, absolutely tiny in comparison to basically every other living thing.

”Today you will learn to ride pa’li,” she begins, words trailing off when she recognizes something distinctly different about Poe compared to everyone else. It’s an obvious thing, but one that may make this lesson more difficult.

“You don’t have tsaheylu,” she murmurs, reaching down to grab Poe’s shoulders in her hands and turn him around. He’s human; no queue, no tsaheylu.

Poe, confused as ever, simply lets her turn him around, the feeling of her hands completely covering his upper arms sending a shiver down his spine.

She turns him around after a few more beats of inspection, looking down on him with an expression that screams more confusion than the disgust he had been expecting.

”I don’t..sorry, I don’t have what?” Is the first thing he asks, wondering if it’s something he forgot to bring with him in his haste, but he’ll soon find that it’s something different entirely.

”Tsaheylu,” she repeats, reaching back and bringing forward the long braid at the back of her neck. Poe is only confused for a few moments more before she lets her hand slide to the end of the braid, and where Poe would’ve expected there to be nothing but hair, are instead lively pink tendrils, a sort of anatomy foreign to even Poe, who is usually pretty good with the whole non-human thing.

He definitely doesn’t have that, and it’s not like he can exactly go back and grab it from his stuff.

“Oh,” is about all he can say.

She drops her hand, letting the braid return to its place behind her, before considering Poe for a beat longer.

”We will try anyway.”

Poe doesn’t have much time at all to respond before a large hand is wrapped around his bicep once more, and he’s being pulled towards one of the docile beasts.

Another problem quickly makes itself known.

The creature is at least twice Poe’s height. There’s no way he’d be able to mount this animal with any sort of ease on his own.

He’s not given very long to think about the mechanics of how he’d get up there, because once again, large hands are wrapped around his waist, and he’s being hoisted up high and seated atop the beast.

Poe very quickly adjusts to the new height, settling so he’s a bit more comfortable on the back of the..what was it called? Pa’li?

The skin of the animal is rough, feeling almost like thick leather, and he can feel every breath it takes, every beat of its heart.

From this vantage point, he can look the Na’vi in the eye properly, her yellow irises large and taking in every inch of him seated atop this animal, clearly trying to figure him out as best she can.

Obviously, Poe is missing a crucial part to how this whole ecosystem works, and he’s trying to brainstorm probably as much as she is.

He can see two long, identical appendages descend back from the head of the beast, and to sate his curiosity, Poe takes one in hand, and finds those same tendrils that were at the end of the Na’vi’s braid.

He’s starting to connect the dots, putting two and two together to establish that whatever this is, is needed to connect with these animals.

To Poe, though, he feels like he can figure his own way of doing this.

She watches him carefully, trying to see what he’ll do before intervening. She notes how Poe is gentle with the animal, much kinder than the other skypeople that have encountered the fauna of Pandora.

Poe has a hypothesis, and he’s determined to see it to its conclusion.

There’s enough length in the appendage on the animal’s head that he can bring it around behind him without having to lean down too much, so without any more hesitation, Poe puts his plan into effect.

He takes the queue in hand, pressing those lively, wandering tendrils to the skin at the base of his neck, and immediately his nerves are singing.

He has to shut his eyes for a minute, the excess of sensory input almost too much as the creature connects into his very nervous system.

This is what he imagines using the Force must feel like, something completely consuming you and extending far past anything purely physical.

Poe’s heart is racing, but he doesn’t feel anxious. He can feel every breath of the animal beneath him, every movement of its legs.

It’s overwhelming; he puts his weight forward on his hands, steadying himself on the back of the beast, and he feels the Na’vi’s hand come in support to rest carefully on his spine.

She’s never seen anything like this before, never in her lifetime has a skyperson made tsaheylu with anything on Pandora.

This, Poe thinks, is absolutely insane. It’s not like there’s a manual for him to consult, so he’s completely on his own for this one.

After a few more minutes, his nerves seem to settle, making way for more controlled sensations.

She watches him with caution, waiting a few beats before removing her hand from Poe’s back; she’s never seen something like this before, tsaheylu being made directly, without the use of a queue.

Eywa must look upon him favorably, if this is what’s happening.

Poe straightens up on the back of the animal, hands skimming lightly along the thick skin, feeling the strength of the muscles beneath him.

He takes a few deep breaths, slow, trying to get his bearings.

“Was—is that—“ he starts, not too sure where he’s going with the question.

She takes in the sight of him, her pointed ears flattening against the sides as she processes what’s just happened.

She doesn’t acknowledge it besides that. There’s too much that needs to be discussed with the tsahik.

“With time, you can tell her where to go inside,” she taps her temple, before continuing. “For now, you may speak it.”

Poe feels much more intimidated now, but he’s not going to let it stop him from learning.

“Okay, so, I just—“ he takes a breath, tapping his fingers nervously on either side of the creature’s strong neck.

“I, uh—forward,” he commands, gesturing a hand outward in a general direction, and the animal takes off running.

Poe, of course, isn’t prepared for that, and after a few strides at high speed, he’s tumbling off of the creature, landing flat on his back and getting the wind knocked out of him.

“Maker,” he groans, face scrunched up in a grimace as he tries his best to reorient himself, now that he’s back on the ground.

His Na’vi companion is laughing at him, giggling at the fact that he couldn’t last more than a few seconds before he landed unceremoniously on his back.

She steps over to him, extending an arm and helping him to stand.

Poe takes her hand when she offers it, noting the shocking difference in size between the two—her hand dwarfing most of his arm.

“Thanks, I, uh—“ he starts, doing his best to brush the dirt off of his arms and legs after having fallen and made a fool of himself once again.

“Learning curve.”

She nods, smiling at him, and Poe finds himself liking that smile much more than he thought he ever would.

Her hand releases his own, before trailing to the back of his neck, fingers delicately brushing the patch of skin where he was just connected to the queue of the horse.

With every passing moment, she looks at him less like a specimen and more like something else. Not exactly an equal, but there’s less disgust in her gaze.

“Can I, uh,” Poe begins after a few beats, his heart rate settling. He looks up at her as she inspects him, the height one thing he’ll never quite get used to.

“Can I go again? I think I’ve got it this time.”

Her smile widens, giving way to pointed canines, and Poe can’t take his eyes off of her face. Not now.

She leads him back over to the horse, and lifts him up onto its back once again.

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Thank you for reading! If you haven’t noticed, a lot of the structure is lifted from the first Avatar film, but hopefully I’m doing a good enough job at making things transformative!

tags: @winniethewife @midgardian-witch @ominoose @faretheeoscar @my-secret-shame @reallyrallyauthor @howellatme @ingoldthewizard @silvernight-m

[pearlzier]

i literally have no words oh my gosh 😞💓 thank u so so much i didn't expect for this silly little account to get to like. 100 followers let alone 2000!!! im !! actually grinning like a fucking idiot right now ... image on the left is me n all of u i love u guys so much gshebegdvrvdvsce 😖 dont deserve this at ALL ily all 😽

ALSO :)<3 what do i do for 2k..... i have no idea what would u guys want ??

[sunboki]

christopher bahng x gn. reader

request . hello august!!! congrats on the 2k omg so proud of uuu! and it's so well deserved. okay okay so for your 2k event thingy can you do bangchan with my love language mix of quality time, touch, and words of affirmation please?? love you, take care <3

notes . thank you so much aaaaa ily!! i wasn’t sure which format you wanted me to do this in so i decided on headcanon form, hope you enjoy〜☆

— event masterlist

mr christopher chan is overjoyed when he sees you standing by the practice room’s doorway, though you couldn’t tell if the look on his face once he saw you was positive or negative.

truth being, he had been having an awful day, feeling as if nothing was going his way and everything just seemed to be working against him.

so when you showed up out of nowhere with him being unaware jisung had ratted his gloomy mood out to you beforehand, he stopped what he was doing, staring for a quarter of a second then running full sprint in your direction.

practically engulfing you in his arms, he buried his head into your neck immediately, hoping to conceal the compiling tears threatening to spill.

you were the perfect remedy to his hard days, the most perfect umbrella that shaded him from all the pouring rain.

“channie, you’re gonna make me drop the donuts!” you harmlessly scold despite allowing him to basically wrap himself around you like a koala.

“‘don’t want them. ‘needed you,” he mumbled into your sweater, earning your small giggle that has the man cozying himself closer to you(if it’s even possible).

“alright, at least everyone else will enjoy them,” you childishly huff, and almost immediately he’s grumpily quipping he’ll eat the pastries later, equally childish.

no less remaining trapped in his warmth, you crane to hear him speak through grumbled phrases — more chris than chan.

“thank you for dropping by honey, i’ve been having a really shitty day and i realize i just needed to see your face.”

some members swooned, some barfed.

he’d deal with the teasing later.

all rights reserved by @sunboki. repost and plagiarism will not be tolerated.

[taintedcigs]

i fear my time on here is slowly coming to an end😢

i have very little desire to write (as yall can see from the past few months of me not putting out anything more than 2k+😭😭😭) and i unforch don’t feel connected to the fandom like i did before. i feel so v alone here + i have a lot going on in my personal life that im trying to heal/fix so i truly cant force myself to write. it is very annoying🧍🏻‍♀️

so goodbye !! for now, or at least until i can get my inspo/motivation and the connection to this fandom back (if that happens) ily all❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 thank u for reading my stuff and being kind to me <3

[redr0sewrites]

🥀2K Follower Event🥀

🥀A/n: hi everyone!!! i've finally made it to 2K followers and i am so soo soooo happy + excited!!! i never thought id make it this far and i am very excited to celebrate with all of you. in honor of me finally reaching this goal, ive created a prompt list below that u can all use to send in requests. thank u all again for helping me on this journey, ily all!!!

🥀How it Works:

send in a request with the prompt number you would like, along with the character(s) you would like me to write it for and whether or not you want the fic to be nsfw/sfw

if you want any additional information on the reader to be included (gender, race, fashion, or any other descriptors) please include those w the request as well

up to 3 characters per request, as i want to realistically be able to finish them all without burning out

prompts may be used twice, but not for the same character. multiple characters may be used for the same prompt but a singular character can not be reused for that prompt.

i will be accepting requests until the event closes, and i will update this post once that happens

if a request goes against my rules and guidelines on my pinned masterpost, the request will simply not be written

i will work on requests chronologically, so please be patient.

🥀Request Format Examples:

hi! can i request prompt #28 with rengoku and a mtf!reader? i'd like the fic to be sfw! tysm and have a great day!

heyy can u write prompt #7 with aaravos and make it nsfw? thx!

can i request prompt #33 (sfw) with jayroy (jason todd and roy harper) x masc!reader? thankss!

🥀Prompts:

"you can't just show up like this! are you hurt?"

"where are you?"

"somebody is in loooveee!!"

"of course they don't like me, that's ridiculous!... did they say anything to you about me?"

"i don't like you- i love you."

"its so cold without you."

"i guess im just disappointed."

"did you hurt them?"

"i can't stand them, their stupid smile and their stupid laugh and their stupid crooked teeth- oh."

"why are your hands so cold?!"

"ive never felt like this before.."

"because i love you! i've loved you since the moment i saw you, i just can't take it anymore. i want you to be with me!"

"i wasted so much time chasing after them, and for what?"

"do you even like me?" "i love you-" "thats not what i asked. sure, you love me, but do you even like me as a person?"

"it feels- it feels good.."

"don't be shy, darling"

"i wish you saw yourself the way that i see you."

"i never hated you!"

"are you mad at me?"

"i'm just so sick of trying to be something im not. i hope you can forgive me."

"please don't cry, shh, your okay."

"i want you, no one else."

"do you trust me?"

"ive never been touched there.."

"i want you inside me/i want to be inside you"

"you taste so sweet.."

"why can't you see that i love you?"

"is that my shirt your wearing?"

"aww, are you stuck baby?"

"i thought i lost you again"

"our baby would be so cute..."

"you're so pretty like this.."

"i love you." "you're drunk, you dont- you don't mean that.."

"i hate how easy it is for me to love you again."

"are you.. scared of me?"

"aw, don't cry prince/ss"

"i need to stay awake, but i'm just so tired... can you stay? please?"

"i'm just going to end up hurting you-" "i know you'd never hurt me"

"would it be embarrassing if i said i missed you?"

"fuck- feel me all up in your guts, baby?"

"stay still, this will only hurt for a second, jus' relax for me, kay?"

"i know you can take it, just breathe"

"i need you so bad.. it hurts-"

"do you wanna join, or are you just gonna keep watching?"

"no one else will get to see me like this, i can promise you that"

"come closer, i need you"

"you look absolutely stunning like this"

"i'm sorry i wasn't there before, but i'm here now, and i always will be"

"i can't get up with you laying on top of me!"

"shit." "what?" "so, uh, theres only one bed.."

most of these i made up myself by just imagining random fanfic scenarios, but a few were ideas from friends, so credit to them! again, thank you all so much for supporting me and for helping me get this far ♥️♥️♥️

[dwaekkicidal]

1k Celebration Post + Gift![repost because the poll was supposed to be a week long >.<]

This is a little late but hi! I just wanted to make a regular post to thank you guys :'''') I hit 1,000 followers yesterday and I'm genuinely so happy about it lol (ive actually been kicking my feet and giggling throughout the day over it)

Thank you so much😭😭 My first post actual post was literally May 4th so I'm mind boggled that there's so many of you already :')) ily guys

I literally only started posting because of an ask that @chvnlix got that made me feral enough to write something and now I have them, all of you guys, and some amazing mutuals ashdjhaksdj :')))

also i wanna thank max in particular because if it wasnt for them egging on my horniness or chatting with me throughout the unmotivated moments i had (also just keeping me company in general), i probably wouldn't have posted nearly as much as i have and i honestly might not have posted anymore than those first 2 fics lol (everybody say thank you max)

okok enough yapping onto the fun stuff! I wanted to give back to you guys, so I want to know how you guys want to celebrate! Some ideas i had in mind:

1. New (Mini) Series

a shorter fic/drabble for each member (<2k words most likely) about the boys favorite sex toy to use on you in bed

2. Technically still a new series (^)

I was thinking of doing something similar to kinktober (which i do also plan to do hehe) but a lot shorter (only 8 days) where i would write about 1 kink with 1 member for each day (the kinks would be randomized)

3. Nothing new; just work on the current series

if you guys would rather me just continue working on the things i already have going, then I can do that as well!

my only series at the moment are 'Sharing is Caring' & 'The Incidents' BUT i was most likely gonna turn the munch hcs ive been doing into a mini series, and just making the rest of the members that havent been requested yet, so that would be a third series to look forward to. :)

anyways thank you again :') i love u guys so much and seeing all the love only pushes me to keep writing

have a good rest of your day/night and make sure to eat + drink water <3

(also I'll add my taglist in the comments because i feel like your opinions matter a lot with this <3)

[dollyfetti]

dolly happy fluffy friday! 🪻ily!!!

how’s your week been? how is your brain feeling about the next part of perks of being a wallflower? anything you want to vent about? c:

p.s. feel free to answer publicly, privately, or not at all! keep this message to yourself if you’d like, no hard feelings. <3

hi my love!!! my week’s been so so > < honestly very thankful for the weekend lmao i’m so tired 💔💔 period is coming and i’m just very blehhhh !!

anywho anyshoe! i’ve been planning further ahead for the next few chaps of perks before i continue writing !! just been adding more details and been rewatching the movie a bit to really get into the mood hehe

have also been making more bots + fics for a 2k followers event so i’m prepared for when i actually hit it LMAOO im usually so late to these kinda things so im locking in 😾😾👊🏽👊🏽

omg also !!!! on thursday, i was waiting for ur msg in my inbox cuz i thought it was friday help … and then i realized it wasn’t friday yet so i felt better 😇 love u silly, how have u been!! <3