#Any guesses what they forgot to take into account?

[phantoms-lair]

"Okay, I can see why your astrology loving self likes it here," Tim elbowed Danny.

"It's astronomy and you know it." Danny said, fake offended.

"Yeah, I will admit I'm surprised by how good the internet is here. I wasn't expecting that out of rural Kansas."

"Well, think of who they have to keep in contact with, and how far away." Danny pointed out. "Honestly, pretty sure Bruce is responsible."

"Wouldn't be surprised."

"Hey Danny!" Elle hovered over the two of them. "Let's go flying!"

"We've got a guest you know." Danny gestured at Tim with his thumb. "Be kind of a jerk move to fly off without him."

"Can't he fly?" Elle asked. "His hero name is Robin, right?"

Elle looked like she was ten, but Tim had to remind himself she was less than half a year old and often surrounded by metahumans. "No flight. All my powers are up here." he said, tapping the side of his head.

"You're psychic?" she asked.

Danny laughed and Tim rolled his eyes. "No powers, just smart." he clarified. Then he looked back at the stars. "It would be interesting to see what it would be like to have powers, but like most of the family, I'm a normal human."

"No one who can lie to Batman with a straight face is normal." Danny pointed out.

"If he wants to know what it's like to have powers, why don't you show him?" Elle asked.

"It's rude." Danny said, sticking his tongue.

"Not with consent."

"Not with permission." Danny pleaded. "You are too young for me to want to hear you use the phrase 'consent'."

"Missing something." Tim pointed out.

"Overshadowing. If I take control of you I can channel my powers through your body. But like I said, it's kind of rude."

Tim wasn't sure 'rude' was the word for stealing someone's bodily autonomy. But Elle did have a point of her own. There was a world of difference between doing something with or without consent. "Okay, how would that work?"

"How would what work?" Danny asked.

"The overshadowing thing."

"Oh, it's er," Danny was fiddling with his fingers, suddenly nervous. "It's kinda creepy."

Tim gave him a flat look. They'd covered Danny referring to himself as 'creepy' enough in Gotham that he wasn't amused.

"It's basically possession. I would seize control of your body and channel my powers through it. Normally the person getting possessed is sort of put to sleep and only has vague impressions of the time they were controlled. But a person with strong enough willpower can resist and be aware." Unsaid was that pretty much everyone in Tim's family would be able to hold onto their awareness.

"Could you cede control once you had it though? Possess someone but not control them?"

"I honestly don't know. I've never tried it." Danny admitted.

"Then lets try it," Tim suggested.

Danny looked at him like he was crazy. "Why?"

"Two reason. The first is it will see how well I do if a ghost tries controlling me. The second," he shrugged, "I'm not a metahuman and will probably never be one. And I'm okay with that, but it's been interesting to see what it feels like to be one, you know?"

Danny pursed his lips and Tim wondered if he was crossing a line. Being a metahuman hadn't exactly been a fun experience for Danny, after all.

"Okay." Danny said reluctantly. "But you don't get to blame me if you don't like it."

Or he could just still have issues with the thought of people rejecting him for his powers. "Fair. We've got Elle as our witness that this was my idea. I could talk to the Kents beforehand too-"

"Not necessary!" Danny shuddered.

Tim felt his heart droop. Deep down Danny still didn't trust they'd keep caring for him. He hated what the Fentons had done to Danny's self esteem. "You don't have to if you don't want to." Tim softly reminded him. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable either. But I trust you, you know?"

Danny swallowed heavily. "Okay. If you're sure."

It felt cold, at first, like a chill up his spine. Then Tim felt his mouth move and vocal chords activate independently of of him. "Okay, so this is overshadowing." His own voice said. "So I guess, try to do something and I'll try not to stop it?"

"Do you have to talk out loud?" Tim asked. "It's going to look like I'm talking to myself."

"I guess that works. And yes, no psychic connection for this. Sorry."

"Weird," Elle observed. "I've seen some recordings of overshadowing and usually the person has the eyes glowing the ghosts color when control, but the glow fades when they resist control. But the eye glow didn't go away when Tim spoke."

"He's not resisting me, I'm letting him have control, it's different." Danny insisted.

"Maybe I should start resisting you. Just to see if I can." Tim suggested.

Elle giggled. It really did look funny with him talking to himself.

"Okay," Danny raised Tim's arm and clenched his fist. "You try to open your hand and I'll try to keep it shut."

Tim had to admit just feeling his arm move like that was mildly panic inducing. He'd managed not to be carded by Hatter but imagined this was what it felt like. He struggled to move his hand only to have it firmly stay in place. He struggled more, eventually sending his arm into erratic fits, punching himself in the face. "Owww" he moaned as

Elle doubled over in laughter.

"Healing factor should take care of it in a few minutes. Unless you want to stop now." Danny rubbed their injured nose.

"No, I mean, I think I want muscle control back, we can work on resisting stuff more later. But I want to see what having powers feels like!"

"Which one do you want to-"

"Flying!" Elle interrupted gleefully.

"I think you might have an ulterior motive." Danny said dryly. "You up for flying, Tim?"

"Yes please," Tim answered, trying to hide how excited he was to try.

He's seen others fly, several times, but it wasn't something he's ever thought he could do except on a hang glider or something.

"We're going for invisibility first." Danny warned. "Since we don't want to be seen."

If getting possessed had been a shiver up his spine, becoming invisible was like being dunked in cool water. Not frigid, but a definite chill ran across his skin as it vanished from sight. Then Tim felt gravity lose it's hold on him. Without any form of propulsion he lifted up about a foot in the air.

"We're going to start low and slow." Danny assured him. "So if anything goes wrong you aren't going to fall too far." Gently he leaned forward and glided effortlessly through the air.

"Do you think I could do this myself?" Tim asked.

"No clue, let's try!" Danny seemed to be warming up to the idea of testing with Tim's lack of a bad reaction to being overshadowed.

The floated in place and Tim tried to move their shared body. But while he could mover his limbs with ease, Danny's power couldn't be interacted with. "Doesn't look like it, sorry."

Elle looped back around. "This is low and slow is kiddy stuff." She groaned.

Danny gave her a mild glare. "You are three months old. You have no right to complain of kiddy stuff."

"If anything I can more." Elle countered. "Come on, can we at least do tag or something?" Tim shrugged. "Sure, tag sounds good."

~

"Does she normally smoke you this bad at tag?"

"No." Danny grumped.

Tim sighed. "Sorry. Having to plan out our strategies is letting her hear us. If you took full control-" "Then you wouldn't be in the game, I'd just be using you as a meat suit for no reason." Danny pointed out.

Tim thought for a moment. "Danny, can you put your shield in a bubble around us, so Elle can't hear us planning?"

"Sure, but it's going to be obvious."

"That's fine, we're just planning the planning." Tim assured. Danny raised the shield "We're planning to plan? Seems redundant."

"We're planning the things that will let us plan in plain sigh without your sister knowing." Tim corrected. "So our main issue here is we've got two minds that need to collaborate. Even if we split the division of labor of you powers me body, we each need to use both. You can take control of my body if an opportunity needs it, but I can't take control of your powers, so that what we need more communication for."

"Elle hasn't developed much beyond the standard, so we can keep to those. So, intangibility," Tim tapped the ring finger of his left hand twice. "If I make that motion, it means I'm asking you to use intangibility, if you do it it's warning me you're using it and I don't have to flinch away. Blinking twice will work the same for invisibility and..." Tim thought a moment more. "Tongue for flying." "Okay, I get eyes for invisibility and hands for intangibility, why tongue for flying?" Danny asked.

"Because it can't be seen. So tongue on the roof of my mouth acts as the taps or blinking, but can also be used to indicate direction in three dimensions." Tim demonstrated by holding his tongue to the roof of his mouth, then pressing it to the left side of his cheek."

Any more discussion was interrupted by Elle knocking on the shield. Danny dropped it to reveal his younger sister looking annoyed. "Are we playing or what?" Dany smirk and cracked their shared knuckles. "Round two begins now."

~

Alfred stood on the porch with the Kents while Martha rang the bell to call the children in. It had been a lovely visit catching up with them while Tim spent some time with Danny and Elle. It warmed his heart that despite moving to Smallville and possibly adding Kent to his name instead of Wayne, Danny and Tim were still very much brothers.

(One of the contingencies, if the Kents hadn't felt able to take in the boy, was for him to be officially adopted by Tim as a Drake, allowing him to still be a part of the family without feeling an unwanted connection to Master Bruce. But that plan was scrapped when Danny became publicly known during the Seige of Gotham. It was for the best, Danny truly needed more adults he trusted.)

It wasn't unexpected to see the children approach from the air. What was unexpected was there was only two of them and Master Tim seemed to be flying of his own volition. A raised eyebrow was all it took to remind the children that this wasn't an ordinary situation either.

Tim felt his shoulders hunch and his cheek flush as Danny's self-consciousness expressed itself in his body. Danny separated from him and opened his mouth, probably to apologize, but Tim wasn't going to let him. "I wanted to know what it was like to fly." he said, cutting off any apologies for his existence his brother might make.

"Indeed." Alfred said simply. "And how did that work out?"

"Quite well. I can better coordinate flying members of the team now, as well as Danny and I worked out a simple non-verbal code in order to plan around Elle while she could hear everything we said to each other. It was a productive endeavor."

"More importantly, Master Tim." Alfred's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Did you have fun?"

Tim felt himself becoming bashful now, ducking his head. "Yeah." He answered. "I did."

Good. Just as Danny needed the occasional reminder they were cared for, Tim needed the reminder that he was more than his use.

"That's something." Pa rubbed his chin. "Don't suppose you'd be willing too take me up there too. "I'd love to be able to go flying with Clark."

Danny's face turned red, and he half hid behind Tim's shoulder.

"It's okay if you're not comfortable with us for that yet." Ma said kindly. "We know you haven't know us as long as Tim."

"S'Okay." Danny muttered.

"You can take Pa and I'll take Ma. We can all go flying!" Elle cheered.

"When your brother's ready," Ma gently admonished.

"With that we must be off." Alfred apologized. "While I treasure these times, it's not fair to Miss Gordon to have to run herd on our family all evening without backup."

"Give Bruce our best." Ma patted Tim on the head while Pa and Alfred shook hands.

"I will. See you soon Danny."

"Yeah." Danny smiled at his brother. "See you soon."

It would be sooner than either of the two thought

#Ghost Writing #Taking Flight #DCxDP #Any guesses what they forgot to take into account? #That's going to lead to needing to share a body in the near future?

[blacknovelist]

a first moment

You came to the Neath knowing you would never truly stay.

At every step, every moment, every dripping red heartbeat. Vengeance clutched in one hand, a finger of the other to the thrumming pulseline of letters meant for the Surface. The Neath liked to change those who descended into her depths— but the least you could do was survive.

Hold together until the last, and resist them, the careless temptations that made this world so dangerous to the world up above. So one day, you could return and know the warmth of the sun, one more time.

But you are not the only one who picks where the story ends. Oh, no, that is not your power, little bookbinder. You find the edges, crowding in perception. It is not your job to change the story, but to know what happens and follow it to the end.

You cannot change who you will be. You cannot change what you are. You knew the moment you slipped down into the dark that you might need to do things you couldn't even imagine. That you might choose to do things you couldn't even imagine.

Don't you think, little bookbinder? Do you? Because for all your quick words and heavy swings...

One day, as the deck quavers and bends. One day you'll find your way back again, a way that isn't on the other side of the Starved Eye your vessel reaches for. Your body tied hastily to the wheel like cover and backplate to keep from falling off and skewing the course, what little space left between you and your target the final pages on a memoir you didn't know you were writing. Princess of the Skies will bear you the final way— and you've not amulets enough to avoid the blood debt that follows the splintering of the deck.

In all things, look to love.

London is a beautiful city from above, isn't it, Bookbinder? Messy. Ugly. Yours.

Open your eyes to a home you never thought you'd see again, the tearful, bloody gaze of your companion— your thief, your best friend, a kindred soul like no other you ever knew you could grasp— cavernous dust yet caked across her cheeks. Under your fingernails. Among thick strands of hair. There is still screaming outside, and you fancy some of it might not even be from fear.

It wouldn't be so bad to let the Surface wait a little longer.

#blacknovelist writes #Fallen London #FL OC #Novel's OCs #The Bookbinder #set during estival 2023 in case one hadnt guessed. i forgot this was in my wips #sigh... ive been playing this game for something like 7 years now but it wasnt until this year's event that #any of my accounts/chars have given me a name. #not really sure what to make of it. i never expected any of them to become... but here we are #i think... im proud of them. for the first time a name. a person. s like watching a baby take first steps #heres to more stories bookbinder. i hate that i really need to get you that hespiredian cider now. #oc's

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 28 || The Effect You Have

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language & fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.1k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——IT ALL BEGAN SO SIMPLE. Once Gojo got you home, he opened the trunk of his car to reveal the fifteen dresses he'd purchased for you, all of which he forgot to tell you had also been tailored for you as well.

He left that part out because the two of you had gone to get a dress tailored once just a few days ago. The dress you wore to Sukuna's party was specifically tweaked to fit you perfectly and after that, Gojo took the extra step of having the tailor keep your measurements for future dresses.

It was a detail he decided to leave out because he'd been planning for this for a while now and he didn't want you to think he was weird in any way-- even though the gesture was rather nice of him. Gojo was also sure to leave out how expensive each dress actually was, never wanting to reveal the fact that he'd spent his entire bank account on you if he could.

You went upstairs first, carrying only one dress with you as you did so. When you got into your apartment, you quickly noticed that Shoko had left some time ago, giving you the space for a while. Since it's a Friday, you recall that she has one class and then usually likes to go out and do something right after.

Within minutes after you walk into your apartment, Gojo is entering with the remaining dresses piled up in his hands. You would've helped him carry more but he insisted otherwise.

He takes all the dresses into your room and places them on your bed, just as you instruct him to. Once he's done, the man goes ahead and seats himself onto your mattress with an expectant look in his eyes.

You blink, one dress still in your hands as you wonder why Gojo's looking at you in such a patient way, "What? Why are you still sitting there...?" You ask simply.

Gojo shrugs, "I mean I didn't buy all those dresses for no reason..."

You scoff out a laugh, "Ohh, you want me to try on the dresses for you?"

He flashes you this innocent little smile, "Mhm..."

You narrow your eyes at him, "You'd see the dress whenever I wear it though..."

"That's not true, I'm not gonna be at this nightclub every time you go, I'm just taking you tonight since it's your first time there," Gojo explains.

You stare for a second, then nod, "Uhuh... Fine then, I guess I'll try on the dresses for you..."

He smiles, "Let me know if you need help putting them on-"

"You're not slick, Satoru," You cut off as you turn and dip into your bathroom.

The sound of him chuckling is heard as you move around and begin to change yourself into the first dress. Like all the others, the dress is beautiful and so obviously expensive, despite whatever Gojo tells you about it not being pricey.

You're careful to put the item on, quickly noticing how it fits like a glove and how pretty it looks on you. This first dress is silk and dark blue, almost royal blue, backless, and rather enticing. Just looking at yourself in it makes you feel odd.

The dress you wore to Sukuna's party was one thing, after all, you've been to plenty of parties before so it was your typical dark red party dress. But this dress... Well, you know Gojo said the club was pretty fancy but based on this first dress and the glimpse you caught of the other ones, it seems like classy is what you're gonna have to go for.

When you consider yourself to be done, you open the bathroom door with your eyes down on the dress as your free hand moves to smooth it out. Gojo's eyes are all over you instantly and when you look up, you're not too surprised to see him moving to get off the bed.

"Why are you getting up?" You chuckle, watching him casually approach you.

Gojo's soon standing in front of you, towering over you like always, "I needed a closer look."

"You might need glasses because I'm pretty sure anyone could've seen everything perfectly fine from my bed," You say in response.

He smiles and tilts his head at you, "Gimme a spin."

You fold your arms under your chest, "Say please."

"Please?" Gojo utters as if it were second nature to do so.

With a roll of your eyes, you slowly turn yourself around and give him a full three-sixty of the dress. Gojo's got this big stupidly happy smile on his face as you do so as if he couldn't be more at peace watching you perform such a simple act.

When you're done and come to a stop facing him once more, he's still smiling at you. "Well?" You ask.

"Y'know I'm gonna say you look beautiful in everything, right?" He sighs, the look in his eyes just dripping with affection.

You swallow, "Then what's the point of me trying all these on...?"

"I'm gonna help you figure out which one you should wear tonight!" He says cheerfully, "Gotta' make sure you make a good first impression on Nanami."

A brow is raised in question, "You do know he's seen me before, right?"

Gojo does this gesture with his hand as if to wave off what you just said, "That doesn't count."

"Right, sure it doesn't." You say, shaking your head at him.

"Oh, I also bought you shoes," Gojo suddenly tells you, turning away and heading back over to your bed.

You watch with wide eyes as he flops down onto your mattress, "What? Why?"

"Uh, to go with the dresses, sweetheart." He hums.

"Well, where are they?"

"Check your closet," Gojo says, laying down on his back and staring up at your ceiling, "Shoko said they came earlier this morning."

You blink, not sure how exactly to react just yet. It's so unusual for you to get spoiled like this. It's one thing for him to buy you a dress every now and then, and another thing for him to pay you for your sinful acts but to go out of his way and purchase this much for you is just...

New.

Your feet move to your closet and the second you open it, you're met with a shitload of new shoeboxes. "Wh-What the hell..." You say softly.

Gojo sits up slightly, holding his body up with his elbow and looking in your direction, "Hm?"

"Satoru..." You whisper, your eyes darting all over the fifteen different boxes of shoes in front of you. "You didn't really..."

"I did," He hums, "I swear they aren't as expensive as you think they are-"

"Shut up," You cut off. He closes his mouth quickly and you crouch down to the first box that catches your eye. "Satoru, these are Christian Louboutins...."

"Oh, I forgot I got those..." He replies.

You move the box around in your hand to inspect the item, "They're like a thousand dollars for each pair on average..."

"Okay...?"

Your eyes go to the other boxes nearby, "I'm seeing seven different pairs..."

"Seven different colors," Gojo explains with a casual shrug.

You take a second to reply, wondering what the hell is wrong with this man and trying to figure out why he'd go out of his way like this. "That's roughly seven thousand dollars on just shoes." You point out after some quick estimates made.

"Okay.....?" He chuckles, "They're shoes for you."

Your heart throbs in your chest in reaction to his emphasis on the shoes being for you-- as if he were implying that the price will never matter if it's something for you. Carefully, you place the box back down, too scared to even open it and look just yet.

"I..." You release a sigh, "I don't understand you..."

For a moment, Gojo goes quiet. You can't see his face so you don't catch how his expression grows worried. He feels like you may even be upset with him for a moment, which is the exact opposite of what he'd hoped to achieve with this.

After a moment of thought, "Is it too much...?" He asks softly.

"Yes, yes it is." Your response is quick and you go on to ramble immediately, "Why the hell would you buy all this for me just for me to go to one little nightclub? There are thousands of other heels you could've bought for me that aren't nearly as expensive. I'm gonna feel like I'm literally walking on eggshells the entire night because of how expensive these are. What if I break them? What if they get dirty-"

"So..." Gojo cuts you off, raising a brow, "I should've bought you a backup pair for each shoe?"

He sounds so genuinely confused that it's almost funny. "No Satoru, you shouldn't have bought me anything this expensive to begin with." You say calmly.

He blinks, "Why not?"

"I..." You sigh again, "It's weird."

"Weird how?" Gojo questions, not understand your reaction at all. He thought you'd be happy about this kinda thing, he's seen the way your eyes light up whenever he pays you so what's the difference here? "I'm buying things for the woman I love, what's so weird about that?" He questions.

"Stop saying that."

His brows pinch together, "What? That I love you? Or, that you're the woman I love?"

"It's all the same, just stop." You tell him.

"Why?"

"Because..." Your words fall off your tongue as you lose the reasoning behind why you want to hear him stop uttering such a phrase.

Every time he says those things it's like you can hear the truth behind his words. Almost as if in no universe could you deny the fact that you wholeheartedly believe he's in love with you. And for some reason, that belief of yours confuses you.

Gojo grins a little, "Because what sweetheart?"

"I don't know how to feel when you say things like that." You finally explain.

"There's no right or wrong way to feel, y'know..."

You shrug, "Well, it makes me feel... weird."

A sneaky little smile spreads across his face, "Is it because you love me t-"

"No." You deny it instantly.

"Alright then," Gojo sighs, "What is it?"

"Sympathetic." You correct him, somewhat figuring out what it is you feel as he utters those three words to you.

"Huh?"

"Every time you say that you love me or do things that make me feel like you love me... I begin to feel sympathy for you." Your explanation makes his heart race for some unknown reason.

Gojo swallows, "W-Why?"

"Cause' it's like... the things you do are making up for the bullshit you make me do. A-And it's all so fucked up because the last thing I want to feel is sympathy for my blackmailer." You stammer, steadily getting worked up over this small conversation.

Gojo lets out a sigh of relief and then smiles softly, even though you're not looking at him yet, "Listen, I'm not spoiling you like this because I want you to forgive me for what I've done. I... I don't ever expect to make up for it. But, if getting you new expensive things can put a smile on your face, even if only for a second, I'd sell a limb to be able to provide that for you."

Your head whips around to the man, "What?"

"Anything," Gojo says, meeting your gaze. He's so serious that it's almost dark the way he looks at you, "I'd do anything for you."

There's this sharp feeling in your chest. It's like you could feel the gravity of his words weighing your heart down. Almost as though, you knew he was serious.

Nearly overwhelmed by his seriousness, you quickly turn your head away, "I appreciate that..." You murmur, unsure of a better way to respond.

"Great-"

"But," You interrupt, "I don't understand why."

"Those three words." Gojo explains, "That's why."

"Because you love me?" You ask.

"Mhm." He hums in response.

"Well," You slowly begin to stand up and move out of your closet. "I don't understand that either."

Gojo watches as you grab another dress to try on and take it into the bathroom. He gets how you find his feelings for you confusing and has no intentions of explaining them just yet so instead, he results in saying something rather simple.

"Love isn't meant to be understood, sweets," Gojo tells you just before you shut the bathroom door.

You merely hum in response to that and the rest of you trying on dresses goes pretty smoothly.

With each dress, he'd comment on either how the material looks good on you or how the color makes a certain feature of yours stand out, all of his comments well thought out and making you feel all warm inside. You eventually even start trying on the heels with these dresses and each outfit is something you never thought you'd find yourself wearing.

Not that they didn't fit your usual style or anything but the prices that followed the items you wore were just something you'd never given yourself the leisure of even looking at. So to have such pretty and expensive items on your body and in your closet felt really nice.

Eventually, you land on the last dress. The color alone made you not want to wear it because simply looking at it reminded you of that morning you spent with Gojo. It was baby blue and rather small on you. There were these thin spaghetti straps that went over your shoulders, a decent amount of cleavage was revealed, and once you got down to how it just barely stopped at your thighs, there was this small slit in it.

It was cute and when you turned around, you noticed it hugged your ass nicely. Even so, you didn't want to reveal yourself in it to Gojo because you had a feeling you knew what his reaction would be.

"It's been fifteen minutes, love. Need some help?" Gojo calls out from the other side of your bathroom door.

You looked to the bottom of the door and noticed his shadow was there, smiling to yourself at how he so clearly knew you were purposefully taking a while. "No, I don't need help..."

"Thennnn what's taking you so long?" He hums.

"Nothing." You say before moving to open the door.

You're quickly met with Gojo standing there, leaning against your doorframe like always with a little smile on his face. His eyes are on your face, not yet dropping down to the dress.

Slowly, he allows himself to get a look at you and you watch the way he smiles. "You are so..."

"Beautiful?" You finish, having heard him say the same thing for the past hour or so, "Yeah, I know-"

"Perfect," Gojo corrects, "You're absolutely perfect."

You roll your eyes at his compliment for the millionth time, "Whatever."

He moves a hand to your waist and suddenly pulls your body close to his. Your chest presses up against him and your eyes frantically search his in question of why he's suddenly touching you.

Then, you catch that look in his gaze that you haven't seen in a while. It's the look that makes your knees go weak, that begging and pleading look of his that so clearly tells you he wants his lips on yours. You hate the way you recognize it so quickly now.

Gojo leans down to you, his arm slithering all the way around your waist, "This is the one." He whispers to you.

You blink, "The one what?"

"The dress you should wear tonight," He clarifies.

"Why? Does Nanami like blue or something?" You ask curiously.

Gojo shrugs, "I think so."

"Oh.." You murmur, watching as Gojo's face nears yours.

He stops himself just an inch away from your lips, his head tilted and his eyes low on yours. He doesn't say anything just yet, simply looking at your lips with the strong desire to place his own over them.

"Can I..." He trails off a little, almost as if he's nervous to ask his question.

You don't know why but you just nod, permitting him to kiss you.

What was it about this man that made you miss the feeling of his lips over yours? You don't know. You have no idea why every time Gojo's lips press into yours and you kiss him, your knees go weak, your brain stops working, and you feel so drowned in love.

You don't feel the same for him but damnit you can't deny how much you enjoy the way he kisses you. Sometimes, like right now, it's gentle and slow, his lips carefully and strategically moving over your own until his tongue is in your mouth, affectionately making out with you as his hand travels up and down your back.

Other times it's hot and heavy, both of you chasing the feeling of each other's lips as if time will one day stop you from feeling that connection.

Currently, you find yourself lost in his kisses, panting softly by the time he pulls away and both of you moving in for more just as quickly as you pulled away. So lost in it, you don't even think as he eases you into your bathroom and lifts you onto the counter, his lips desperate against your own.

Gojo's not kissing you like he wants to have sex with you or anything, he's kissing you like he just enjoys the feeling just as much as you. It's like he melts into your mouth, releasing small hums and even smaller whines into your parted lips as he sinks into the moment.

His hands go to your face, cupping your cheeks in his hand and kissing you like his life depends on it, and as if he's worried you'll slip away from his grasp at any given moment. After which, Gojo's hands would be on your thighs, sliding up your legs and just barely going up and under the dress, eager to just feel your skin.

As he does so, you think you get dizzy when he pulls away just to whisper, "I love you," In the lowest voice you've heard from him.

And it's not just one time he does that, it's constant that he breaks the kiss just to whisper those three words into your lips as if he wants you to never forget it as if he needs to chant the phrase in order to pass the needed level of understanding behind it.

"So much," Gojo utters, "I love you so fucking much." His lips are back on yours within the next second, needy tongue shoving into your mouth that you so gratefully accept.

You're unsure of what you've done to make this man be so deeply in love with you like this. Maybe the day you find out, you may reciprocate the feeling but as of now, the the only thing you can do in response to his repeated claims is kiss him back.

You could never utter those three words back to him. I love you. It's a phrase you've reserved for someone else. A sentence in which you direct toward an entirely different man. Even now as you make out with Gojo, you still think of who's stolen your heart.

Somewhere deep down inside, you tell yourself that it should be him instead. It should be Choso telling you that right now. It should be him holding you so lovingly, kissing you so tenderly, and longing for you the way Gojo does.

That's who you should be with at this very moment and yet, there you were, against Gojo's lips hearing how in love with you he claims to be.

As of now, you could only await the day in which you'd be where you're supposed to be.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

After about forty straight minutes of locked lips with Gojo Satoru, the two of you eventually pry yourself off of each other. You hadn't even realized you kissed him so long and you didn't even notice the way your lips made it to his neck at one point.

It was almost subconscious the way you left hickeys on his neck, marks that he had no intention of stopping you from making. Gojo actually held your head at his neck at one point, thriving in the feeling of you against him.

When the two of you were done, you watched him admire the work you'd left on his neck as he gazed in the mirror. His fingers traced over each one and the man wishes he could keep them there forever. To have evidence of you on his skin was something he'd wish to keep forever.

Even so, the two of you eventually left the bathroom and it was decided that the final dress you tried on was what you were going to wear that night.

Gojo left later that afternoon and told you he'd be back to pick you up when it was time to go. You still didn't quite understand why it was so important for him to take you there but you didn't argue with him about it.

Shoko eventually stopped home later that afternoon and she teased you about going out for the second night in a row. This time, even though she wasn't going with you, she went ahead and got ready with you-- the two of you helping one another with makeup and accessories.

She even made a comment on the dress you were wearing, saying that it was really pretty on you and that she loved the color. She also not-so-sneakily made a comment on how she recalls Gojo having a tie from high school that matches it but you brushed her words off.

And of course, to your surprise, the tie in question ends up being around the neck of Gojo Satoru when he comes to pick you up. Why would he match his tie with your dress? You don't know and you didn't care enough to ask. It's not like you and him would be side by side throughout the night anyway, you were supposed to be meeting Nanami.

The nightclub in which you were set to be was located all the way across town and the drive took forever. The ride was filled with low music and Gojo telling you things he thinks Nanami would look for in a woman.

He tells you that you have to be careful not to be too bold with him because Nanami may misinterpret what you've approached him for, going on to tell you how the guy apparently gets hit on a lot and turns a lot of people down. So basically, you'll have to be careful with your flirting.

You take a mental note of everything he's saying and by the time you get there, you think you're ready for the whole thing. You've only seen Nanami twice, once in a photo and another in person but you could spot the man in a crowded room since he has rather distinguishing features.

Plus, Gojo told you he'd be at the bar and probably the furthest away from the dancefloor so you'd most likely find him there.

Even so, Gojo wanted to at least be in the building with you so he walked you to the door and entered the building with you. The man even gave the bouncer at the entrance a death glare for ogling you. After that, the two of you entered and you quickly noted how fancy the place really was.

It wasn't your typical club with people partying and drinking all over the place or loud music blaring throughout the building. Instead, there were people dressed very classy and almost elegant in certain areas. The dancefloor was filled with a few couples, all of whom danced to some slow jam.

You actually liked the scene in front of you. The only thing you felt nervous about was looking out of place. Luckily, by Gojo's side, you fit right in since he was wearing a suit and pulled himself together rather nicely. But, you wouldn't be around him the entire night.

And that was what worried you.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: ???

mlist || previous chapt || next chpt

#the f*ck list #the fuck list #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x reader #choso x reader #toji x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #naoya x reader #geto x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #nanami kento x reader #choso kamo x reader #kamiverse #kamiversee #smut fic #jjk smut #gojo smut #geto smut #choso smut #toji smut

[facts-i-just-made-up]

A few months ago, an electrician came to my house to fix a faulty light switch. I figured it was best to have a professional check it just in case. The switch was a simple replacement but I mentioned how if it were a fire hazard or expensive repair, I wanted to have someone around who knew their stuff better than I did, at least.

He was a kind old fellow who took the time to explain what was wrong and also to show me how to recognize whether it was dangerous, which stuff to check and all. Really good guy, asked what I did and I told him about the books and blog and stuff, but forgot to mention the art stuff I did too.

A week later I ran into him at a bookstore. He was getting a pile of books on painting, drawing, etc. I asked if he was going into art stuff and he explained that he'd always wanted to but never had time. Finally at the age of 78 (I'd have guessed 60 but when he said it his wrinkles seemed to deepen as if to confirm), he was retiring and wanted to try. I mentioned that I did a lot of art stuff and would be happy to share anything I knew. He said he'd take me up on it if he had any questions, he'd write me here on the blog.

Months passed and I forgot about him, mostly. I never did get a message but I wished him well when he came to mind, whenever I hit that switch for my porch light. This morning at the same store, I ran into him again. He asked why I hadn't replied. I apologized, and explained that I hadn't seen it. He said he had sent it to my art blog, which didn't have notifications on. I hadn't told him about that blog at all, but he found it linked from my writing blog and asked there.

I promised to check it the moment I got home. He didn't mind, just grinned and said it was no hurry, he had his retirement to enjoy and whenever I got to his question it would be fine, nothing urgent. I apologized again and actually cancelled the rest of my errands so I could get home and reply immediately. I felt really bad.

I got home and opened my art blog and there it was, a single anonymous question from an old man who didn't have an account. Here is what he'd sent:

Yes it can, Mr. Alvarez. It can indeed.

#electricity #bookstores #art advice #unreality

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Heyo! ( not me having to look up eastern time cause I'm not in that ) (((if I sent this at the wrong time just ignore I'm so sorry)))

Okie (also sorry if I don't format this completely correctly) May I request Sebek with the prompt rainy night? (Romantic please, and for emojis maybe 🍁✨️, and if possible fluff) and for backup characters ummm Vil with prompt 1 and Epel with prompt 7.

Gosh I hope I did that right. Anyways thank you Dove! I hope that you have a great rest of your day. Also, make sure to be taking breaks and time for yourself! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Thank you! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Rainy Night; Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; No need to worry, everything looks great, Faye! I completely forgot about the emojis, but I tried my best to fit them in. Enjoy some Becky content! WOE, CROCODILE BE UPON THEE!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

So much for a perfect seaside getaway, but Sebek could not account for a freak storm, so the two of you were stuck inside for the night, and reservations at the restaurant were cancelled due to the downpour. So, he was in a bit of a sour mood, hanging above him much like the dark storm clouds in the sky. Yet you weren’t in such a dire mood, and that helped take his mind off of things… somewhat.

“Aren’t you upset that our reservation was cancelled,” he huffed, turning his glare to the storm outside which seemed to mock him, slapping large leaves against the glass, which was like the storm slapping him in the face. “You were looking forward to it more than me.”

You looked over your shoulder, taking in the rare sight of Sebek in comfy clothes. To be fair the only reason he was wearing the fluffy pyjama pants and a white tank top was because you had gifted them to him. Even though it was something as simple as sleep clothes, Sebek treasured them.

“We can always go another night, sweetie,” you hummed, “besides, I would rather eat your cooking any night.” 

Sebek grumbled but didn’t argue with you, knowing full well that you would just shower him with sweet yet incredibly embarrassing praise for what he deemed as mediocre cooking at best. To be fair, you did call him your ‘pookie-bear’ in front of Malleus and Lilia — yeah, he nearly died that day, and Silver brings it up every now and then. 

“Besides,” you blew off the dust from a book, “I would rather read with you!” 

So that’s what you were searching for? A book? Sebek raised an eyebrow. You would rather read a book with him? And Sebek felt his face heating up. The two of you had been together for quite some time now, but Sebek always went warm when you did something simple, small, yet sweet. Those would leave him more pink and more warm than any grand gesture, because they weren’t planned. They were just something you naturally did, and that flustered him like nothing else.

Sebek cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “And what has caught your attention, love?” Even with his terms of endearment, he was formal, respectful.

You waddled over, and showed him the cover. “Crocodile Knight!” 

“A children’s picture book?” Sebek hadn’t seen that book since he was a kid, and it did bring back some fond memories for him, but he still wondered why you looked so excited.

“Mhm!” You plopped next to Sebek on the couch, worming yourself next to his side until you were practically trying to merge with him. “Plus you’re my knight, and a crocodile, seems fitting! So, can you read it to me? Pretty pleaseeeeeee? My big, strong, scaly, knight?”

Sebek felt himself grow warm in the face and knew his ears must have been glowing from your giggling. He knew that he should have saved showing you the itty bitty scales that he had until later, but you had insisted on seeing them. “I-I guess I can read you a bit,” he surrendered, knowing that you would win this one.

He started reading, his voice steady and strong, only wavering when he felt you shift beside him. But he stopped reading when he felt your head rest against his shoulder. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he made direct eye contact with you; you were looking at him and not the book.

“I thought you wanted me to read this to you,” Sebek restrained himself from letting his loud nature win, making his voice crack a bit. “But you’re looking at me instead of the book?!”

You sighed, and placed a kiss to his jaw, which made him get quiet real fast. “Because you’re my crocodile knight, my beautiful crocodile knight,” you murmured.

Sebek closed the book, putting a bookmark in place so the two of you could revisit it at a later time. There was no chance that he could focus on reading when you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes.

So, instead, the two of you got into a comfortable cuddling position, got cozy under some blankets, and fell asleep in each other’s arms with the sound of rain and thunder aiding you to sleep.

~~~~~~~~

Tags; @xxoomiii @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996 @ryker-writes [come get ur mans]

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt x gn reader #i call sebek becky because i think it's 1) cute 2) funny & 3) would piss him off/embarrass him #also SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOWN SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOWN- i want to see him in some comfy clothes P L E A S E #reader; pookie-bear - #silver; pookie-bear? *on the brink of laughing* | malleus; i do not see the bear you speak of | lilia; *takes a photo* #sebek; *dies and everyone calls him pookie-bear from now on in diasomnia* #just imagine calling sebek the cheesiest pet names under the sun; it's free dopamine for me #pov: reader domesticates a crocodile #i technically finished this on august 21 at 10:30 PM EST but i'm forcing myself to 1 post per day; so this is scheduled

[jisunghannie]

Loser 5 & Loser 6

PAIRING: Jisung x fem!reader x Minho

WARNINGS: Swearing, whiny Jisung, horny Jisung and Minho, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (fem receiving), poly, use of pet names (baby, darling, jagi/jagiya, etc), light praise (fem receiving), Jisung and reader kissing, Minho and reader kissing, trading spots/taking turns

SUMMARY: Due to busy work schedules you haven’t been able to see Jisung and Minho. Also leading to not being able to help them with their stupid challenge. After seeing them for the first time after a few days to a week. This led to a very passionate night of pleasure for the three of you.

WORD COUNT: 1,955

A/N:

This is not proofread! I’m so sorry I've been holding out on this series. I've been in the works of angsty pieces rather than smut but I plan to finish this series soon!! Also, apologies if there are grammar mistakes or anything, I hope you guys enjoy this piece! Go check out sneak peeks on my other account @mr-hanjisung !

DDD Masterlist

You were incredibly exhausted. You worked all day and all night. All day at work and all day in bed trying to please both your needy boyfriends. You've been more tired because of work recently though. You were at your office a lot recently. Working grueling hours with overtime that you would pass out the minute you got home. You wondered how your boyfriends would get off from the stupid challenge they were participating in.

Today was the start of your overtime being over. When you got home, you realized that Jisung and Minho weren't home. When you stepped in, all four pets awaited at the door, Soonie, Doongie, Dori, and Bbama.

You smiled and reached down to pet them all. “Where are your dads?” You asked as you refilled their food with your lunch leftovers and water. You went to shower and cook dinner. When you had finished your children surrounded you in the kitchen. You smiled and took each of them to the living room. You put on your favorite show and watched it with them.

You had fun being at home with them but it felt so empty. You missed them so much. You then washed the dishes and when you finished and dried your hands you felt big arms wrap around your waist. You turned to feel Jisung on your shoulder. “I missed seeing you around jagi…” He said as you smiled. “I missed you too Ji.” You told him kissing his cheek as Minho frowned. “I missed you too ya know.” You laughed as you walked over to him and kissed his cheek. “Miss you too Min.” You told him as he sighed and hugged you tightly, your face eating up his chest as you felt Jisung hug you from behind.

“God I forgot how clingy you guys are.” You said joking as they chuckled. “I cooked food.” You said as Jisung nodded, “Thank you but we already ate.” He said, “Can we have dessert?” He asked as you shrugged your shoulders. “I don't think we have any.” You told him as he smirked. “Oh innocent angel.” Minho said as Jisung held onto your hips, grinding against you lightly. “We want to eat you for dessert.” Jisung said as you blushed. “I just got back from being away and that's what you want-” You were cut off by Minho's kiss. “Please jagi..?” Minho asked, his tone too damn irresistible to deny. “Fine… but you guys are only eating me out because I'm tired.” You said as they nodded.

What a mistake that was.

Once you had agreed Minho picked you up and placed you on the counter, kissing you and stripped you down as Jisung watched. He looked a little upset because Jisung loved watching you squirm while taking off your clothes. However, Minho was being so needy and was just practically ripping off your clothes. You noticed Jisung standing and waved him to come closer. When he did, you pulled away from Minho and kissed Jisung as Minho kissed your neck and right shoulder.

You then smiled as they took you to your shared bedroom. They kept it surprisingly clean despite having all the children run wild and being at home. I guess they were good while you were away.

“Who's going first?” You asked as Jisung looked at you, then at Minho, then the floor. Minho could take a hint as Jisung was kind of new to this whole “sharing” thing. “Jisung, can go first.” He said as Jisung looked over to Minho. “Are you sure?” He asked as Minho nodded. Jisung smiled and walked over to you. He then positioned you to lay your back on a pillow as he opened your legs. You covered your core because for some reason you felt so shy. You haven't been in the position in a while. He licked your fingers covering your core. “Why cover just a pretty view?” He said as he pushed your fingers in as you let out a breathy moan causing him to smile. “You sound so pretty.” He praised as Minho took off his pants and began to please himself while watching you guys.

You gave up and uncovered yourself as he smiled and kissed your core gently. “I’ve missed this sight.” He said as you squirmed, feeling his tongue swirling around your clit. You tugged on his hair signaling you were close, then he pulled away. Feeling your pleasure slip away, you felt upset. “Ji~ why would you do that?” You whined as Minho crawled over. “I wanna eat too ya know?” He said as you felt Jisung lift up your back, now laying on his bare chest.

You squirmed at the skin to skin contact as Minho held your thighs kissing and leaving marks on them. You held onto Jisung's wrists as he kissed your neck.

“Need more Min…” You begged as he chuckled. “I hear you baby.” He said kissing your thighs once more and inserting his fingers causing you to squeeze Jisung's wrists even tighter. “She's so tight Ji.” Minho said as Jisung chuckled. “Of course she is. It's been a while. Gotta get her used to it.” He said as Minho began to thrust his fingers faster while having a dirty conversation with Jisung acting as if he wasn't fingering you.

You felt close as you squeezed Jisung's wrists and Jisung signaled to Minho who went even faster causing you to moan. Jisung kissed your neck as he praised you for how beautiful you sounded as you came on Minho's fingers.

“Wow, this is a sight for sore eyes.” Minho said, licking his fingers clean. As he looked at Jisung. “You wanna lick her clean Ji?” He asked him as Jisung nodded, switching places with him. As he licked you clean you realized about the challenge they participated in. “What about your challenge?” You asked as they shrugged. “We might just give up. We've barely been making our days without you.” Jisung said as he licked his lips. Minho traced circles around on your back. “Unless you wanna help us try and win?” Minho teased as you nodded. “If it's what you want I can.” You told them as Jisung chucked. “You sure that's what you want?” Minho asked as you nodded. “Positive.” You said.

Which was again, another mistake.

Minho aligned himself to your entrance as your breath hitched. You were actually scared if he would still fit. Jisung pulled your head to his face. “My eyes are here darling.” He said as Minho pushed himself inside. You moaned as Jisung pulled you into a kiss. “She's so tight Ji.” He said as Jisung nodded as he continued to kiss you.

You felt so stimulated and it felt like you were experiencing it for the first time again. You then felt Minho hit one of your good spots and moaned, your head moving back lightly separating you and Jisung for a moment as Minho kept hitting that spot making you go crazy.

“Min..!” You moaned out as he kept hammering away at that one spot. He was hitting the right spot over and over. At this rate you were-

“Going to… cum… fuck..!” Minho said as he released inside you as you came around him. He pulled you in for a kiss as he slowly pulled out causing you to feel empty again. Jisung and Minho then swapped places again.

“Minho, you can't clean up well can you?” He asked as he inserted two of his fingers inside and scooped out Minho's cum causing you to tighten around his fingers because you were still sensitive. “Hmm… you like that jagi?” Jisung asked as you nodded. “I need words…” He teased as you whined. “Well..?” Minho asked, “Answer him.” He ordered. “Yes… I like it… I like it so much…” You said as Minho kissed you. “Good girl.” He said as Jisung continued to clean you up. Jisung then curled his fingers to get the last bits out as you came around his fingers.

“My god jagi, you must've really liked his fingers if it made you climax that fast after me.” Minho teased as your head was drawing blanks. “I'm gonna slowly push it in and then you can let me know when to move.” Jisung said as you shook your head. “I wanna move…” You told him as he looked at you surprised. “A-Alright then…” He said as he laid back. You straddled him and slowly went down. His breath hitched as he watched you go down.

You sat for a minute as you placed your hands on his chest. You then felt Minho's lips on your shoulder, moving your hair to the side to kiss and mark your body. You then began to move on Jisung slowly causing his hands to move to your hips immediately.

You didn't know if it was because you were moving so slow or because Jisung was thicker in size but he was hitting all the right spots.

“Jagi…” Jisung whined as he began to get greedy and move himself causing Minho to hold down Jisung's wrists. “Easy there, let her do it and enjoy the view.” He said as Jisung reached to your breasts and played with them, getting moans from you.

Eventually you began to move faster and Jisung couldn't hold himself back anymore as he thrusted upwards, creating the loud slapping noises from the skin to skin contact. Minho smirked as he whispered in your ear. “See how crazy you've made us by making us wait to feel how good you are?”

You were losing your mind as you hugged Jisung close, moaning and whining in his ear. “Fuck… I'm so close… so close…” He said as his thrusts got sloppier. You couldn't take it anymore and once you came, you immediately passed out from the euphoric sensation.

A few minutes, they realized you had passed out and Jisung pulled out. Minho got clothes for the three of you along with setting up a bath. Jisung took you to the bath and both of them cleaned you up and washed your body and hair gently to make sure not to wake you.

When they got out, they checked the time despite knowing that they had lost. It was 12:17 am. They had only cum 25 times within the whole day which was still pretty impressive given that within the past week they haven't gotten help from you.

“Should we just lie?” Jisung offered as an option as Minho looked at him and then at you. “Is that what y/n would want?” He asked as Jisung shrugged. “We had good sex for the first time in a while wouldn’t you agree?” Jisung said tucking your hair behind your ear watching your sleeping figure. Minho nodded as he kissed your cheek and then Jisung’s head. “So what do we do?” He asked as Jisung ran his hands through his hair.

Hannie: Me and Minho forfeit :P

LK: Yeah

Chan: I guess it’s between Hyunjin and Jeongin

Jinnie: I’m so winning

Minnie: Easy, our little Maknae is competitive too

Yongbokkie: I thought it would be tied and Jisung and Minho would win

LK: Guess not

Binnie: God you guys are blowing up my phone just sleep

I.Nnie: I just finished cleaning up from my rounds, me and my girlfriend cuddled for last 20 minutes before 12

Jinnie: I finished at 10 pm already

Hannie: Gross no one needs to know horny fuck

Minnie: But it’s not gross to update that you forfeit?

Jinnie: Oops, guess the girls are texting in their group chat because mine just told me that we are being annoying

Chan: I agree, now sleep.

Taglist:

@juskz @annybah @its-hannjisung @cutiespaghetti

#skz #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz imagines #stray kids #skz smut #skz lee know #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #lee know #skz lee minho #skz lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee minho imagines #lee minho #stray kids han #stray kids han jisung #han x reader #han smut #lee know smut #han jisung #han #skz han jisung #skz han #stray kids minho #minho #minsung #skz scenarios #skz hard thoughts #lee minho smut

[mrssabinecallas]

just a pinch.. |H.C|

Pairing: Miguel O’hara / f!ADHD!reader

in which the fearless leader of the spider society has a soft spot for his right hand (wo)man and her silly little habits :,) <3

CW! lowercase intended, headcanon formatting, fluffy fluffy fluff, very VERY broken spanglish (i don’t speak spanish as good as i used to so some phrases will be from google translate </3), some swearing, ADHD reader

NOT PROOFREAD >:D CHAOS

credit to my friend kelley for making that for me :D ^^ let’s pray she doesn’t see this and doesn’t find my tumblr account she would be ashamed of me

miguel has always been nicer to you than everyone else, he doesn’t really know why but he just gravitates towards your energy

your bubbly personality is a very stark contrast to his brooding aura

opposites attract i guess 🤷🏼‍♀️

but when you started to just hang around in his presence more, he picked up on some of the strange things you did…

for one, you literally could not sit still

he thought about webbing you to a chair just to ease his own anxiety by the constant movement

he also noticed you can’t be comfortable in any normal position

you always have to be doing something strange

usually that entails sitting upside down in chairs or with your feet propped up on the wall

constantly fiddling or picking at something

whether it be the necklace around your neck or a loose thread on your suit, something was always being messed with

miguel found all of these.. quirks, for lack of a better word, endearing

it was strange to him

he had been in love before, but he felt he wasn’t capable of love anymore

so when he started falling for you of all people, he was in denial

he just chose to ignore it, but you were like a leach that wouldn’t leave him alone

clingy af fr

one morning he came to get you from your apartment because you weren’t answering calls on your watch

one knock, no answer

second knock, still no answer

he grew increasingly worried about you and just walked right into your quarters

the door was unlocked

*que fight or flight miggy whos prepared to tear apart the house to find you*

only to find you in your bathroom with your headphones on

BLARING music

and taking some sort of medicine

you didn’t even hear miguel come in, so imagine your horror to him just hugging you from behind

“miguel? the fuck?? you scared the shit outta me…”

“¿que estas haciendo mi amor? estaba muy preocupado por ti..” (what are you doing, my love? i was worried sick about you…)

“i’m taking my adderall?”

“what does that do??”

“my adhd meds? keep me from going bonkers,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his face

“you have adhd???” he was completely clueless

“just a pinch” lol

this explained basically all of your strange habits that he came to love

since then, he always made sure to remind you to take your adderall

he could always tell which days you forgot, you become a lot more hyperactive than usual

sorry guys i had no idea how to end this but i haven’t seen any fics with an ADHD reader so i thought i’d contribute 🫶

ADHD PEEPS REPRESENT

love you all, if you enjoyed please show some love, and STAY FUCKING HYDRATED OR ELSE

RAAHHH

#miguel ohara #x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #miguel x you #my love

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Shoulder Check Showcase Edition

photo credits via instagram by _msfilms, henchcliffe_media, and greghorowitzphoto! all accounts are public dw! look at the tagged photos of the shoulder check on insta for more pics and the videos i took screenshots of!

22-23 Season & Summer Masterlist

p.s. kreider is in this bc it makes sense… sue me. tw to non rangers fans on him ig??

this is a long one to make up for all my short ones recently <3 (lie i just couldn’t shut up)

yourusername

liked by trevorzegras, shattdeuces, and 11,469 others

yourusername “the shoulder signifies something very important. it’s a commitment to reaching out, checking in, making sure everybody is okay. it’s a small gesture with a very big impact— the impact being that kindness is cool.”

on august 3rd, trevor participated in the shoulder check showcase for the HT40 foundation post being drafted first overall for said showcase!

he was captain of team moulson (the black jerseys!), scored the eighth goal for the team with a pass from my good friend nesty! the fifth slide is his celly where the damn fool kissed his stick. (this was post him failing at the michigan about nine million times) (it’s your signature move, babe. get it together.)

🚨he also committed the only crime of the night!🚨(the refs didn’t penalize him and i’m guessing that was just to keep the fast pace going) (the crowd had other opinions) (so did i) what was the crime? HE TRIPPED CHRIS KREIDER! aka his summer training partner! don’t worry though! he was belittled at dinner with chris and i AND i made him sit in the bathroom for two minutes to account for his crimes<3

sorry you lost in a shootout, my love! but you missed two shootout goals so this is all your fault, captain!

thank you, father zegras, for being a founding board members for the HT40 foundation and being a huge part in this cause. as someone who has struggled in the past, the work that this foundation does really means a lot to me.

p.s. i loved seeing shatty/mom, nesty, sonny, and spencer! i’ve missed you guys! mwah!

remember besties: reach out, check in, and make contact. because kindness is a contact sport🩵

tagged trevorzegras and theshouldercheck

view all 433 comments

trevorzegras i’m so proud of you for all that you’ve overcome❤️ i love you, forever

yourusername i love you, always, z-baby❤️ (except when you make me cry like rn ihy)

trevorzegras i’m not taking it back! p.s. tackling me for a hug is not what was meant!

yourusername kindness is a contact sport and i chose football <3

trevorzegras can’t you choose any other sport?

yourusername i could choose water polo and drown you out of love

trevorzegras football it is!

yourusername kisses can be my field goals!

trevorzegras what about your two point conversions?

yourusername foreplay!

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername @/trevorzegras don’t play football in front of me

_quinnhughes @/yourusername @/trevorzegras i don’t think you two gave water polo enough thought

user42 he really tripped that old man… so trevor zegras of him

_quinnhughes you forgot to mention that when he called me to have you let him out you turned his penalty into a five minute major

yourusername two minutes for snitching->📦

_quinnhughes you’re in stamford?

yourusername update: i facetimed quinn and screamed until he sat in the bathroom

trevorzegras update: i’m giving her a penalty for screaming

yourusername update: trevor has a penalty for attempting to give me a penalty

trevorzegras update: kisses got me out early

_quinnhughes update: i hate you both

yourusername update: quinn has a double minor

yourusername update: jacky boy has two minutes just because

jackhughes update: i’m looking for a new soulmate

user6 the fact that if the refs were calling penalties z wouldn’t been starting the season with -1 games since his last penalty 😭

jackhughes strongest girl i know alert!

yourusername pls don’t make me emotional online i have a reputation to uphold mr. “heart not boobs”

lhughes_06 @/yourusername accept that you’re basically wonder woman

yourusername @/lhughes_06 accept that miley cyrus’s song wonder woman makes that comment 1000x more emo for me

jackhughes @/yourusername accept that you’re loved (despite the speech comment)

lhughes_06 @/yourusername very loved

_quinnhughes @/yourusername extremely loved

yourusername @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes i love you all too! now stop before i sob!

user17 tell trevor thank you for signing my brother’s forehead! he was so happy!

chriskreider19 thanks for having z pay for his crimes against me!

yourusername ur so welcome thank you for feeding us occasionally!

trevorzegras please don’t thank her this has now become a common thing

yourusername @/trevorzegras mwah!

shattdeuces i’ve missed you, daughter! i’ll miss your post roadies gift bags next season!

yourusername you’ll get one when you play the ducks next season! i’ll start fires to give it to you if i have to!

shattdeuces just don’t get caught!

yourusername i never do! i’m a stealthy ninja

trevorzegras @/yourusername i’ve been catching you from falling since we were sixteen i’m not sure that qualifies as “stealthy”

yourusername @/trevorzegras that’s all part of my elaborate plan to never be caught when it’s important. no one will see it coming. my clumsiness is an act.

jackhughes @/yourusername an act that started at five years old?

yourusername @/jackhughes yes!

user4 announcers before the game started: we might see trevor do the michigan in person tonight! trevor: *attempts and fails 3 times*

_alexturcotte yeah babe! it’s your signature move! get it together! @/trevorzegras

trevorzegras don’t tell me what to do

yourusername @/trevorzegras get it together!

trevorzegras @/yourusername …yes dear

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras I’VE KNOWN YOU LONGER DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!

yourusername @_alexturcotte jealousy isn’t a good color on you

trevorzegras @_alexturcotte ily babe

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras ilym babe

yourusername @/trevorzegras ten minute major for infidelity!

trevorzegras @/yourusername worth it

user66 I CAN HEAR THE FIRST PICTURE 😭

jamie.drysdale i fully expect to be tackled next time i see you ms. “i choose football”

yourusername trevor will want to ask us to get a room because I MISS YOU SO BAD JAMIE BABY

trevorzegras @/yourusername what do you plan to do?!?!

jamie.drysdale I MISS YOU TOO

yourusername I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE BUTT

jamie.drysdale I LOVE YOU TOO YOU WEIRDO

trevorzegras @/yourusername WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO DO?!?!?!

yourusername @/trevorzegras commit infidelity

trevorzegras @/yourusername ten minute misconduct

yourusername @/trevorzegras worth it

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras technically she was my wife first

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale ejected from the game

yourusername @/trevorzegras hold up you can commit infidelity and i can’t?!

trevorzegras @/yourusername correct

yourusername @/trevorzegras misogyny at its finest. you’re kicked out of our mojo dojo casa house.

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras ejected? nah. evicted.

trevorzegras update: i’m now homeless

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras you’re not living with me this time

user97 this game just made me miss hockey more

slknight35 you wouldn’t ever give me a penalty right?

yourusername never. you and coley can do no wrong ever. and if you do, i’ll cover it up or take the fall. i’ll kill for you. i’ll sell trevor. i love you.

slknight35 i forgot that you’re so violently endearing😂 i love you too

jackhughes @/slknight35 she’s gotten worse since high school

colecaufield @/yourusername i love you best friend number two!

slknight35 @/jackhughes that’s terrifying

yourusername @/slkight35 yes i am <3

yourusername @/colecaufield I AIN’T GONNA EVER STOP LOVING YOU B(est) (fr)I(end) (number) T(wo) CH

colecaufield @/yourusername you ain’t slick

jackhughes @/yourusername but you are cringe

yourusername @/jackhughes bitch <3

yourusername in hopes that this comes up as a top comment for someone: you are all so loved. every single one of you. thank you for all the support that you give me, the boys, and to all the other teams, players, and their families that you share your love to. check in on your friends. even the ones that always seem to be the happiest person around. spread love, spread hope, and spread kindness🩵 mwah!

#penalty box series #penalty box series: bonus editions #trevor zegras #trevor zegras au #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras insta edit #trevor zegras x hughes reader #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jamie drysdale #cole caufield #spencer knight #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

[ghoul-bonez]

~He’s The Best~

(Platonic! Sully Family x Fem! Family Member! Reader)

Summary: After getting out of a toxic relationship you have found love, true love.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: (REPOSTED because I’m dumb and forgot tags and this flopped) @a-eddie asked He’s No Good part 2? Sooooooo Pt 2 of He’s No Good, hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of past toxic relationship

~He’s No Good (Part 1)~

~Masterlist~

He’s The Best

You were always strong and independent. You were an unbeatable fighter, in spirit and in physical strength. You carried yourself with an air of confidence around you, more so than most people had seen before. Your confidence was understandable to most, you seemed unbreakable, perfect.

You were a skilled hunter, and an even more skilled strategist. One of your favorite past times was helping your father plan attacks on the Sky People, and he would gladly take your help in any way.

Your dad would agree with anyone who accused him of passing on his stubborn genetics into you, but you also got your natural leadership from him.

From your mother you got her strength, in heart and muscle. She also bestowed you the gift of a great connection to the land and a natural awareness of your surroundings.

On the flip side you were wild and chaotic. You caused chaos everywhere you went, even unconsciously. Your confidence wasn’t always a good thing when you were so confident nothing could touch you. You enjoyed causing trouble on purpose, pranking people with Lo’ak and sneaking out at eclipse with your friends. The unknown chaos was worse though because instead of you meaning to cause it, it came as if there was an energy drawing it towards you.

You were untameable to most, but there were certain people who calmed the raging whirlwind of chaos that swirled within you.

One of those people was your younger sister, Kiri.

As you sat next to Kiri you felt calm, focusing your energy into weaving yourself a new top. Nothing needed to be said between the two of you, and you smiled as you looked over to her, watching her fingers move skillfully as she made Tuk a new bracelet.

Green, blue, and purple beads laid out in front of you and Kiri, you using what you needed of them to make your top, and Kiri using the leftovers to make Tuk’s bracelet and other small trinkets.

The beads reminded you of the forest which gave you the inspiration for your top, looking like winding roots of a tree as it draped across your shoulders and laid low against your chest.

It was inspired by the forest that had brought you new love, and your fingers paused in their weaving as you looked around, unconsciously looking for him, “Kiri I’ve met someone new…”

You didn’t look at her, instead still searching, but heard her hum, “I know.”

Shock was written on your face, and your head shot towards her to find her smiling at you, “What? How?”

“Eywa,” was a simple answer, of course she had heard from the Great Mother, “and anyone would be a fool to not notice your glances at Aluk’un.”

You hadn’t taken into account Kiri’s connection with Eywa, but her being able to tell without the Great Mother was still surprising, you thought you were hiding it well, “Do you think anyone else knows?”

Kiri giggled, like it was a stupid question, “Luckily for you our brothers are fools. Tuk approves of him though,” she nudged your side, “and I made her promise to not tell anyone.”

You placed down your top, putting your hands over your face to hide your embarrassment, “I don’t even think I want to know what our parents are thinking… Oh Eywa, dad.”

Kiri just shrugged, but was still smiling, “I guess you’ll have to get past that when you get there.”

Suddenly you felt Kiri stiffen next to you and an uncomfortable silence settled where comfortable conversation had filled your ears. You looked up and a frown settled onto your face, quickly overtaken by anger.

“What do you want?” You asked, making yourself sound as hostile as possible.

“I came to say I’m sorry…” Zepii spoke quietly, calmly.

You weren’t soft spoken or calm though, you were a spitfire, “You’ve tried to say sorry many times since I left your sorry ass. I don’t want to hear it.” You quickly tied off where you were beading your top and placed it aside, “I’m sorry Kiri, I have to go. Will you please take these home for me?” you pointed to your top and the beads laying around.

“Of course, (Y/n).” She gave you a reassuring hug, knowing you were both very uncomfortable, “And have a good time.” She winked at you. Apparently she knew where you were going. Who you were going to see.

Zepii had been attempting to apologize and get you back since the last woman he was trying to court, after you, left him. She had come to you, knowing your past with him, and you had reassured her she had made the right decision. Apparently he had been treating her just as he had been treating you.

You were making your way towards the forest, but as you stormed away from Zepii you saw him a few huts away, heading directly for him. You knew if Zepii found you he wouldn’t mess with him as he could easily outsmart and fight him.

Kiri, and the rest of your family, may help the whirlwind that resides within you subside, but Aluk’un helped in another way.

With your family it was a soft unspoken love that was held amongst you that helped calm you. You knew no matter what they would love you always and forever, and nobody had to say anything. It was simple with them.

With Aluk’un it was outspoken love. He took every chance to tell you how special you were. It was a more complex love with him, both platonic and romantic. He was your best friend, but also your lover. You wished to spend the rest of your life with him, but not in the same way as you did with your family.

Aluk’un was different from Zepii in many ways. He let you have independence, he allowed you to be your unbridled chaotic self. When you would discuss war plans with your father he would be right by your side, pointing out flaws or agreeing when you would put out a plan.

He didn’t try to tame you.

Much like you he was wild and chased the rush of adrenaline.

A rush of adrenaline was something you needed right now, and Aluk’un could tell that as he laid his eyes on you, “Hey, yawne. Do you want to play a game?” He was giving you an outlet for your negative energy, an option for something fun.

You couldn’t help as the hatred that had been on your face melted off as he spoke to you, “I would love to.” You sighed, “What do you have in mind?”

“I am going to chase and you are going to…” he started circling you, “Run!” he shouted before lunging to grab at you, and you dodged pretty easily.

You took off running quickly after, sprinting away at top speed. Aluk’un was close behind you, but was far enough behind that he couldn't grab you. He was hot on your tail though, easily keeping up.

You dodged and weaved through trees, and once you couldn’t hear his footsteps behind you anymore you came to a stop, catching your breath. You knew he was somewhere near, you knew he was watching you.

You should feel scared, unnerved, being hunted like this. You felt like prey being watched by a predator, like you should still be running. You knew you should be running, but in some ways you wanted to be caught, you knew Aluk’un wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, and your capture would become a welcome embrace from him.

You zoned into your surroundings, your ears twitching in every direction that any slight noise came from, and your tail swished behind you as you focused on trying to locate Aluk’un.

Then you heard footsteps again, behind you this time, but before you could take off again strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.

You laughed loudly, freely, “You win, I guess.”

Aluk’un hummed, “Mhm,” then he put you down and you turned to him. He had his hands behind his back, no doubt holding something, “I have something for you.”

You weren’t surprised, he gave you things all the time, but felt yourself melting at his sweet gesture. Your brain seemed to be melting whenever you were around him, but you managed to mutter out, “What is it?”

He held it out to you, a beautiful necklace. It was a choker, a thick band of leather with an intricate carved piece of wood centered in the middle. It was more beautiful than anything you had seen before, and you could feel love oozing from it.

Aluk’un smiled sheepishly, “I noticed you still wear the necklace Zepii made you, so I thought I would make you one myself.”

You couldn’t help it as you smiled wider, “It’s beautiful! Thank you.” you paused momentarily, thinking, would it be too intimate to ask him to put it on you? You decided it wasn’t, “Will you put it on me?”

“Of course, yawne.” He smiled, holding it out.

You turned around and he placed it around your neck, tying it carefully to make sure it wasn’t too tight, but laid where it was supposed to. You placed your hand over it, tracing your fingers over the wood pattern, feeling how smooth he had gotten it.

“Thank you, again.” You looked anywhere from him, feeling overwhelmed by the love. It was starting to get dark outside now, “We should be getting home, it's getting dark…” you suggested.

He frowned, and you felt your heart squeeze, but he spoke with boldness, “No, please stay with me. Let’s stargaze.”

You sighed, you would always say yes to him, you could never say no, “Okay.”

So you laid down, Aluk’un by your side. He scooted closer to you, and you took that as an invitation to touch him, laying your head on his chest, looking up to the sky. Now it was dark, the calmness of night time blanketed over you and the land around you.

Everyone knew you were an alien, because your father was one, but Aluk’un didn’t seem to care, and so you shared, “My dad came from a star. That one.” You pointed to where Earth sat in the sky.

You felt Aluk’un’s chest rumble as he hummed, “I know lots about the stars, but nothing about that one.”

You chuckled, “Good, it’s where the Sky People are from.”

He didn’t speak more, instead simply existing with you. You looked up, looking at him and truly seeing him for the first time.

His aysnatanhì shone as brightly as the ones in the sky, and you wondered if you shined that bright. You felt that bright, like a light was bursting from within you. You felt warm and happy. You felt more peaceful than ever before, like the chaos inside you was subsiding, although only for a short amount of time.

He’s the best. Aluk’un was the best. Instead of dimming your light he glowed right by you, fed your fire and fanned your flame. He allowed you to shine and basked in the light you gave off.

He allowed you the freedom you needed and when you spread your wings and took off he didn’t hold you back. He didn’t try to tame you, domesticate you into something you weren’t.

Something you weren’t was an obedient follower, what you had become with Zepii. You had allowed him to manipulate you and push you around, forcing you to have no independence.

Something you were was free, even with the love of Aluk’un he let you be free. He allowed you to soar above the clouds like an ikran. Up you flew, towards bigger and better things, but when you were getting too close to the sun he would be there to catch you as you fell.

He loved you, truly loved you.

Word Bank:

Yawne (Darling)

Aysnatanhì (Constellation, Na’vi’s Bioluminescent Freckles)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #fanfic #fanfiction #avatar movie #atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow fics #jake sully x reader #sully family x reader #platonic sullys x reader #platonic jake sully #neytiri x reader #loak x sister!reader #neteyam x sister!reader #kiri x sister!reader #tuk x sister!reader

[tomssexdoll]

Bill x female reader (2011) yn and Bill meet for the first time at a fashion show , they feel a strong attraction and she invitees him at her hotel.

He wants to eat her out they also try 69 lots of dirty talk please

Love your work!!

Hi yes lovely!!

Chemistry

PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill spots Y/N in the crowd of one of his fashion shows, he winks at her and calls her backstage after he's done. They get to know each other and they both feel a strong connection to eachother, unlike with anyone else they've been with. She then invites him to her hotel to "get to know eachother more" wink wink. A/N: HES SO SEXY AHHHH MEOW MEOW PURR WARNINGS: bill!dom, reader!sub, eating out, 69, dirty talk (lots oml), also praising

I was at a fashion event with my friends, Dsquared Fall/Winter 2010 fashion show, we had been to a lot of different fashion shows but this one was just different, one of the models was absolutely gorgeous, the way his hair was slicked back and his weird outfits made me slightly turned on.

I was staring at him in awe, taking in his beautiful features, I guess he caught onto it because he looked back at me. It snapped me out of my trance and I gave him a quick smile, my face flushed from embarassment. He winked at me and walked off, my heart stopped in that moment, the guy I had been obsessively admiring all night just winked at me? Oh. my. god.

After the show finished, I stood up and went to walk out but security stopped me. I thought I was in trouble, shit..did they see me take a swig from the vodka bottle in my purse? Hopefully not.

I acted as normal as I could, preparing to get arrested or just handed a fine, but instead he said "Bill Kaulitz wants to see you backstage" he smiled softly. Bill? The guy who winked at me? Who else would it be...I bit my lip and nodded, following the security guard and waving to my friends as they left.

I smiled like an idiot, a big grin on my face as I was led to his dressing room. I knocked on the door and he opened it, his tall, slender figure towering over me. My breathing hitched, I didn't realize how tall he actually was compared to me, I never took it into account, he was just so handsome that the rest of his body didn't matter.

"Hi.." I said shyly, blush creeping up my neck and onto my face. "Hey gorgeous, come in" he said in his thick german accent, the one that sent me into a chokehold. I stepped inside and sat in a nearby chair, playing with my fingers, looking down at the floor.

I felt him grab my chin to face him, my eyes widened a little bit. "Don't be shy prinzessin, what's your name?" "y/n, y/n l/n" I smiled warmly, he chuckled "what a beautiful name y/n, beautiful like you" he smirked, I giggled nervously, he made me fold from his words, and he could tell. Fuck.

We talked for about 2 hours non stop, after the 15 minute mark we finally broke the barier and I'm glad we did, he was so interesting, so kind and charming. A security guard came in and warned us that the studio was gonna close in 15 minutes, we looked at eachother and then at the time and laughed as we realized we had been talking for so long. It only felt like 10 minutes. I seriously felt a strong connection to him, unlike any other i've ever felt before.

"Do you wanna go back to my hotel room? We can continue to talk there" I chuckled, he nodded and packed his things from the office and closed the door behind him. He suddenly grabbed my hand, holding it in his, I looked up at him and he winked at me. "Cmon, let's go." he said, chuckling at my reaction.

As we got to the parking lot I remembered we caught a taxi there, "fuck.." I muttered under my breath "what's wrong prinzessin?" i sighed "I forgot, I didn't even drive here, I'm so sorry I can call us a taxi, I should've remembered" I groaned.

He put his hand on my shoulder lovingly, "hey don't worry, my car is here" he smiled and walked me to his car, it was a beautiful dark blue colour with black stripes on the hood and the back. "Woah, your car is so cool" I traced it with my fingers before getting into the passanger seat. He hopped into the drivers seat and started the car, the engine roaring loudly.

He sped off to where I said my hotel was, when we arrived he opened the door for me and I giggled "such a gentleman" I winked at him and he smirked, grabbing my hand again and walking with me up to my room.

Not one moment was awakward, we continued to talk for hours more, about everything and also nothing. He was the type of person where you could talk about stupid things and it would be interesing. I slowly layed back into the bed, he was still at the end of the bed and we were talking as usual.

Then, things became tense, not in a bad way, but it's like the air was thicker. He slowly crawled to me onto the bed and hovered on top of me, "you're so sexy.." he whispered in my ear, I gasped as he started to suck my neck, slowly and softly, leaving little marks. Then he moved onto my lips, capturing them in a passionate kiss. The way our lips moved so perfectly, like they were made for each other sent sparks flying.

I placed one hand the back of his head, continuing the passionate embrace. His lips were so soft, so gentle and kind. Not rough or unkind.

"Can I try something liebe? You might like it.." he smirked, I nodded hesitently. He slowly moved down to my area, looking up at me for conformation. I nodded eagerly and slowly took my skirt off, along with my panties, exposing my wet cunt.

His mouth opened slightly, groaning at the sight of my pussy. He locked his arms around my legs and started to softly kiss and suck on my clit. I moaned softly "fuck..i've never done this before Bill.." he looked up at me "don't worry prinzessin, you're in great hands.." he smirked and continued his movements.

"Mmm..feels so good Bill" I rolled my eyes back, grabbing onto his hair and tugging it slightly. "So good baby, your pussy tastes amazing..fuck.." he groaned against my heat, licking and sucking up my juices.

He would occasionaly lick my whole pussy, from clit to hole. Making me shudder. My moans would get louder and more urgent when he would stick his tongue into my hole.

"Fuck..this pussy is so good, you're so fucking sexy" he continued his attack on my cunt, repeating movements that made me cry out in pleasure.

I felt my orgasm approaching, my clit becoming even more sensitive as his tongue flicked my bud. With one last loud moan my orgasm washed over me and I came hardly, he chuckled and licked up everything I gave him, careful not to overstimulate me.

He pulled himself up and kissed me roughly, tasting myself on his lips.

"Come here baby, let's try something else" he smirked, flipping us over so I was on top of him, "turn around liebe" he guided me so my head was near his cock and my pussy was on his face. "Go ahead, take my cock out for me baby..it's aching" he moaned, I happily obliged and slowly took his cock out of his pants, revealing the precum that leaked out of his cock. It was throbbing so hard, making me so wet.

"Come on baby, suck it" he latched onto my pussy, kissing and licking it again. I moaned and leaned down, putting his cock in my mouth and sucking, bobbing my head up and down at a fast pace.

I groaned, his tongue piercing against my clit drived me wild, his cock was almost too big for me, choking and gagging on it as I sucked. It hit the back of my throat, tears threatening to escape my eyes.

I continued to suck his length, saliva sticking around my mouth. I moaned against his cock as he sucked my pussy. Pulling away slightly as the pleasure took over my body. "Fuck..don't stop baby.." he groaned "doing so good, cmon" my shaky hands returned to his cock, pumping it a few times before putting it back into my mouth, sucking on it graciously.

"Fuck..gonna cum.." he moaned loudly against my cunt, the vibrations making me whimper. I picked up my pace, eagerly wanting him to cum in my mouth, sucking hard and fast. His cock twitched before shooting a massive load into my mouth, it was almost like he hadn't came for WEEKS. I winced at all the cum in my mouth and swallowed it, cringing at the taste.

Slowly after my orgasm hit, cumming all over his mouth. He again licked all my sweetness up, making sure he didn't leave even so much as a drop left.

I turned around and collapsed onto his chest, trying to regain my breath. "Fuck..that was so good liebe.." he panted out. I nodded and looked up at him, softly smiling.

E/N: HEY GUYS HOW WAS IT? I LOVED WRITING THIS AHHH, ty for the love and support it means the world to me <3

#tokiohotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x female reader #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader

[seat-safety-switch]

Nothing is worse than the ninth or tenth weekend of a really grody rebuild, getting ready for that first crank, and not even getting spark. It’s in times like these that I turn to prayer, and “prayer” is my little nickname for the 36-inch pipe wrench that I use to smash things when I get pissed off.

When you ask experienced, professional mechanics about the techniques they use, everyone says they use logic and deduction. For most jobs, sure. You walk the problem, figure out which of the requirements is missing, and you walk that problem in turn. It’s easy when it’s someone else’s car, and you don’t really have that much invested in the car.

Emotionally, a project car is different. You’ve sacrificed a lot of money, weekends, and potentially even relationships to make this stupid thing run. You’re at the top of your game in terms of skills: simple mistakes are accounted for with rigorous checks, and you’ve been through enough dumb failures in the past to know what to look out for. Plus, you told all your buddies that you were gonna get this thing to crank over sometime before Hell freezes over.

When things go wrong, it’s easy to get super angry about it. Although it’s childish, my favourite technique in this situation is to chuck tools at the garage door. It’ll take a beating, and the dents don’t show that bad on the outside, so people visiting still think you’re sane. Most tools are highly resistant to being thrown (most of my favourite tools are found on the side of the road after other, better mechanics left them in the engine bay before taking a drive.) Once you’ve let the baby rage out, you can then have a focused head to consider the actual problem.

You guessed it: it’s some simple, dumb-ass mistake. You forgot to plug something in, or there’s a micron of dirt on a contact surface that’s keeping the thing from working. Now that everything is running fine, you can immediately discard any lessons from this embarrassing struggle-fest and crow to all your friends, including any of them who just saw you hurl a 3/8″ box-end wrench at a lawn gnome, that you are the best mechanic on the planet. Until it stumbles and dies when you put it in gear.

[alexawynters]

Scarlet Whispers pt 11

Gif not mine

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-10 here

Chapter Eleven

A/N: Sorry I forgot to post this week. Been pleasantly living life and it has. Been. Wonderful. Realized last second that this was the end of the week and I had not yet updated even though I had promised I would. This is not edited (beyond the usual sending it to the same three people at any rate), so uhhh... Sorry

Wanting to continue to woo you and show you just how happy the pair of you could be together, Wanda spends much of the night holding you in her arms as she plans to put together the perfect day for you tomorrow. Taking into account details she knows about your likes and dislikes from both you and your variant, as well as considering outings you had never gotten to experience before, the witch feels fairly confident in her plans for tomorrow. It wouldn’t take long for her to arrange it, just a few portals and conversations to make before you awakened for breakfast, and you always did love to sleep in.

Carefully extracting herself from around your body, Wanda placed a simple spell to ensure you stayed asleep while she was gone. Not viewing that as intrusive - if left unattended you would happily sleep an entire week and be thrilled. Wanda just wanted to ensure you didn’t wake up alone and be left to allow your insecurities to run rampant. Redressing herself with a wave of her hand, Wanda then conjured a portal to her first destination to begin making the arrangements. Your sleeping form remained undisturbed, none the wiser, happily ensconced in your dreams.

It was only an hour or so later when the witch returned, pleased with her efforts. Having just arrived back home, Wanda observed your sleeping form with fondness. She really hoped you would enjoy the plans she had made for you both tomorrow. Almost unable to wait due to her anticipation, the redhead resigned herself to going back to sleep, comforted in the knowledge that at least for now she was able to hold you in her arms.

Not accustomed to hearing the sound of a morning alarm, as you were used to getting up whenever Wanda did and starting the day, you were definitely startled by the chiming. At first, you thought you were still dreaming, but when the redhead started untangling herself from around you, you sadly realized that this was indeed a real alarm clock. You groaned, expressing your displeasure, and then turned to face Wanda with a questioning, albeit slightly annoyed, expression on your face.

An amused grin curled across the redhead’s face taking in your grumpy expression, finding it adorable. “Come on, detka, we have much to do today and as much as I’d love to laze about in bed with you, I have a surprise arranged.”

Knowing that would pique your interest she was unsurprised when you suddenly sat up, all traces of indignation gone. “Surprise, you say? Whatever could it be?” You asked, coyly. From experience Wanda wasn’t likely to tell you, but you couldn’t be blamed for asking regardless.

A melodious laugh tinkled in your ears as Wanda shook her head at your antics. “A surprise, malyshka, is only a surprise if it’s kept secret.” Her eyes sparkle with mirth as you deflate.

“Finnnne. One of these days you’re gonna tell me though. What’s the dress code this time?”

“Unlikely, darling. For the first part you’re probably going to want jeans, and any comfortable lightweight top. For this evening? We’ll get to that when we come back.” A playful wink is all you get before she heads into the bathroom to shower, grabbing some of her clothes in the process.

For a moment you toyed with the idea of following Wanda into the shower. Having slept together, in both senses of the word, surely it wouldn’t be weird to do that? Second guessing yourself, you set about getting breakfast ready instead, determining you would take your shower after she was out. Nothing wrong with continuing on how you had been, right? You didn’t want to make assumptions about your… relationship…? Not that you were going to ask, of course, you would rather melt into the floor from mortification. Instead, you opted to act like nothing’s changed until Wanda tells you otherwise. Solid plan. No possible way this could go wrong.

Humming away to music as you made búbos rántotta, hoping Wanda would appreciate the nod to her origins while keeping breakfast fairly simple, you missed the indistinct patter of the Sokovian’s feet as she entered the kitchen. She spent a few moments simply observing you, relishing in how cozy you seemed to feel in your home now.

“What are you making, dorogaya?” Wanda nearly appeared at your side, voice chipper while her hand draped low across your back. She was pleased that you didn’t startle as hard as you used to.

“Oh hey, Wands!” You turned cheerfully to her, taking in her freshly washed face, and soft expression. “Just whipped up a little breakfast for us while you were in the shower. I think your cooking skills are rubbing off on me.” A proud grin stretched across your features, tugging gently at Wanda’s heart strings.

A glance at the stove and Wanda couldn't help but pull you in for a soft kiss, grateful for your efforts. She recognized the traditional Sokovian breakfast, which consisted of a combination of eggs, sour cream, milk, butter, rye bread, diced bacon, paprika, chives, and salt. The rye bread was cut into crouton-sized pieces. Today was supposed to be about you, but as always, you had gone the extra mile to be thoughtful for Wanda. Knowing she missed her home terribly, and while you couldn't bring it back for her, whenever possible, you would give her something to remind her of it.

“It looks delicious lyubov moya, I can’t wait to dig in.” She looked at you, stars in her eyes.

With a silly grin on your face, you removed the food from the stove and plated it neatly before serving it on the table. The two of you enjoyed your meal while engaging in friendly conversation. Every now and then, you attempted to extract some information about Wanda's plans, but as anticipated, she remained tight-lipped. Nonetheless, she found great amusement in your efforts, neither confirming nor denying any of your suggestions, which sent your mind on a wild goose chase.

Once breakfast was finished, Wanda offered to clean up while you showered and got ready, to which you agreed. As you walked away however the witch couldn’t resist teasing you a bit.

"Next time, detka, feel free to join me. I won't bite... much." She gave your ass a playful smack, causing you to giggle as you escaped to the bathroom. At least now you knew for certain you were allowed, even if you still weren’t exactly certain what your relationship status was. Despite everything, you were pretty sure that if you had taken this morning's shower with Wanda, you would have probably combusted at the sight of her naked and wet body. A naked Wanda was something you weren't sure you could ever get used to.

Given your dress code for the day, it didn’t take you long to get ready and you were soon enough bouncing down the hallway to meet Wanda in the living room. She looked gorgeous as always, even in casual attire, though given the age difference, and different style of fashion, you couldn’t deny that Wanda looked like a MILF. Well. Given that she had been a mother at one point, you supposed that would be accurate.

Timidly, with a hint of nervousness, you mustered up the courage to reach out and gently take hold of her arm. Inquisitively, you couldn't help but ask again about the mysterious destination that awaited both of you. The redhead, wearing a mischievous grin, playfully wiggled her fingers in the air, conjuring a mesmerizing scarlet-ringed portal right before your eyes. As you stood there, your arms still interlinked, Wanda placed her hand atop yours, a comforting gesture that reassured you as you stepped together into the portal to your destination.

Turns out the other side of the portal led to a ranch. You weren’t sure exactly what part of the country, or even continent you were on, but it was definitely warmer than where you had just come from. Confused, you looked to Wanda, wondering why she had brought you to a ranch of all places. For your own sake you hoped this wasn’t one of those places where you pick out the cow you want to eat, and then they prepare it for you. Cows were giant grass puppies, and though you could eat beef on occasion, you didn’t think you could look into those large eyes knowing you were signing its death warrant. Surely the witch knew you better than that, right? Why did your brain always jump to the worst possible conclusions in .05 seconds?

Sensing your nervousness, Wanda merely squeezed your arm reassuringly as she led you towards the entrance. A man in a cowboy hat and boots exited the front door as you got closer and made his way towards you both. You watched him curiously as you got closer.

“G’day, ladies!” His voice was a nice baritone with what you immediately clocked as an Australian accent. Truly, with Wanda’s abilities, you weren’t sure why you were surprised she could bring you to Australia. More accurately you supposed you wondered why she had brought you to a whole other continent, especially since you were fairly certain most things in this country would and could kill you. She was far more worldly than you, surely she knew all the dangers here, right? Maybe you were being paranoid but to be fair this country had everything from giant spiders, giant snakes, kangaroos with giant murder mittens… Australia was not on the list of countries you had ever wanted to visit. Respectfully. 

Turning to Wanda, confused, but she ignored your glance, instead conversing with the man. As they spoke however it quickly became clear what the goal was, and you could not be more thrilled. Wanda had brought you here to ride a horse for the very first time, and to pet some of your favorite animals, the giant grass puppies: cows. Unable to completely reign in your excitement, you squealed, bouncing up and down while still holding onto the poor witch’s arm.

You could overlook this deathtrap of a country in favor of grass puppies and horses. 

Both Wanda and the rancher found your antics amusing, and they laughed as Ethan, the rancher whose name you had learned, explained the plan to both of you (mostly to Wanda). The agenda for today included taking you to the corral to choose a horse to ride. Ethan would then show you how to tack your chosen horse and lead you on a pleasant ride around the property. Additionally, since you had a fondness for cows, Ethan planned to bring you to the pasture to meet some of the animals.

Since you had never been riding before, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. You felt excited but also nervous. Horses were majestic creatures, but they were certainly larger than any animal you had ever been around, and as such you were hoping your fear wouldn’t shine through. Ethan led you to the corral, and you picked out a magnificent chestnut beauty named Ziggy.

Tacking up the horse you found wasn't too difficult, although it was a bit cumbersome. Ziggy seemed content to let you handle the saddle while Ethan made necessary adjustments. However, you refused to be the one to equip the bridle, as you found the idea of your hands being near such strong teeth to be a deterrent. Wanda had no qualms about getting her horse, a spotted brown and white Appaloosa named Duchess, ready to go. She was already on top of her horse while you were still figuring out how to mount something so tall.

Fortunately, you were eventually able to get settled, even though it took a few attempts. Nevertheless, you were prepared and just waiting for Ethan. You would have been embarrassed by how much faster he was ready if you didn't attribute it to his years of experience with horses. Since this was your first time, it was only natural that you wouldn't be perfect at it. Luckily, neither Wanda nor Ethan seemed to be laughing at you. You considered it a victory.

Initially everything seemed to be going swimmingly. Having set off on a trail that wound through the scenic Australian landscape, each hoofbeat syncing with the heartbeat of the countryside. The wind whispered through the trees, and the rhythmic clip-clops created a harmonious melody. As Ziggy gracefully navigated the trail, you reveled in the freedom of the open terrain and the feeling of the wind in your hair.

Everything was fine until Ziggy stepped on an unsteady rock, dislodging it and stumbling briefly. Although neither of you had fallen, the jostle was enough to rattle you completely. Your confidence in both the horse and your own abilities was shaken, causing your anxiety to increase significantly. Fear has a way of bypassing rational thinking, and it never occurred to you that if you were in real danger of falling, Wanda would have intervened in an instant. Instead, all you could think about was your impending doom and how leaving the house had been a terrible mistake. Leaving the house was always a terrible mistake, your parents always made sure to remind you of that, why you never listened was beyond any of you. Anytime you did and something inevitably went wrong, no matter how injured or sad you were, they never had a problem reminding you that it was your fault for venturing away from their protection, and you didn’t deserve to be taken care of since you chose to leave in the first place. This was no different. It seemed like everything, including the horse, wanted to harm you, and you wanted nothing more than for this tour to be over and to once again be standing on the ground with your own two feet.

Sensing your fear, Ziggy became agitated, thinking you saw some threat he could not. A vicious cycle, the more afraid you got, the more unsettled the horse got. Soon Ziggy also just wanted to go back to his “home” and began to trot ahead in an effort to get there faster. You, having never ridden a horse before let alone one that was trotting or cantering, immediately felt terror flare up within. Unintentionally you pointed your feet downwards, as if pressing the breaks in a car hoping that would somehow stop the animal, which instead signaled to Ziggy to go faster.

You let out a squeak as the pace increased, feeling panicked and starting to cry out for Wanda. Surprisingly, your cries were more like whimpers than screams for help. Wanda understood the situation and knew that you would be alright if you could just calm down. Hurriedly she urged her horse to catch up with yours and made eye contact with Ethan to gauge his reaction. Meanwhile, the rancher was already ahead of her, riding next to you and reassuring you that the horse was just responding to your fear and foot signals. However, none of his words seemed to reach you, your distress rapidly becoming unmanageable.

Realizing that you were mentally overwhelmed, Wanda approached you and Ethan. Gently taking your hands in hers, she suggested, "Perhaps we should pause, and Y/N can ride the rest of the way with me?" Neither you nor Ethan noticed her eyes glowing red, but Ethan readily agreed that this would be the best decision for everyone involved.

The rancher took the reins from your shaking hands. With a simple command and pulling back on them, Ziggy finally came to a stop. Tears were streaming down your face at this point. Although you were no longer in danger, you were deeply embarrassed by your reactions. It was just a horse, and it shouldn't have been such a significant ordeal. Yet, there you were, a grown adult, sobbing in fear and practically begging to be allowed off the horse.

Wanda realized a flaw in their plan: once you stepped on the ground, she wouldn't be able to convince you to ride another horse, even if it was just to accompany her back to the ranch a few miles away. Instead of leaving you completely, the older woman rode up next to you. With the help of both Wanda and Ethan, you managed to transition from Ziggy to Duchess. Although you doubted it was much safer, as soon as you felt Wanda's arms encircling you from behind, your heart returned to its normal rhythm. Wanda had you. She would make sure nothing bad happened to you. You were safe. 

Feeling ashamed, you quietly murmured apologies for having such a public meltdown and inconveniencing everyone. However, Wanda, not accepting your unwarranted feelings of humiliation and inadequacy, quickly dispelled your apologies.

“Detka, this whole day is about you. If you’re not having fun, then what’s the point? There’s nothing wrong with what just happened, it was a perfectly normal and valid reaction. No one here is inconvenienced, do you hear me?”

Dejectedly you nodded, though your thoughts were still far away.

“Words, detka. I need you to understand that you haven’t done anything wrong. I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself, and if that means you ride with me, I don’t mind it at all.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she pressed her lips closer to your ear, her next words meant for you alone. “Besides, if you’re riding with me, I get the pleasure of having your body pressed up against mine, and I can assure you, I would never consider that to be an inconvenience.”

Speaking a little louder she asked again. “Do you understand that, Y/N? You are not an inconvenience, or a burden, or anything else your mind is telling you right now. Okay?”

This time, you acknowledge your understanding and allow your thoughts to settle for the moment. Feeling a mix of lingering embarrassment and a slight arousal from Wanda's whispered words in your ear, you made an effort to regain your composure. Once you felt confident enough to continue, Wanda and Ethan started their journey back to the ranch. Ethan held the reins of Ziggy, as well as his own mount.

The remainder of the trip was enjoyable for you. You were now able to observe the scenery that you had been missing out on during the last half hour of your anxiety attack, all from the safety and comfort of Wanda's embrace. Ethan led the way, and neither of you spoke much. However, the witch took the time to occasionally give light kisses to your cheek and the back of your neck, while one of her hands rubbed soothing circles on your abdomen.

You weren’t sure you ever wanted to go horseback riding again, but you supposed you could be amenable as long as the caveat was you got to ride with Wanda. Eventually you interlinked your hands together, pondering on how grateful you were that she put this together for you. The witch was always thinking of you, of ways to make you happy. You appreciated that she wasn’t only trying to provide you with materialistic gifts.

The experiences she so thoughtfully arranged for you were so incredibly sweet. Far more important to you than the latest video game. Not that you didn’t appreciate those also, but this was a beautiful memory that would last a lifetime. You gave a lingering squeeze to Wanda’s hand in yours, hoping to convey just how grateful and happy you were to be here right now. The redhead seemed to understand and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek in return.

About an hour later, you returned to the ranch. Ethan dismounted first to assist you in getting off Duchess. He then guided both of you through the process of removing the tack, grooming the horses (you felt much more at ease with Ziggy now that you were on the ground), and placing them in their respective stables.

As you followed the rancher, he guided you towards the vast pasture, where your eyes were greeted with a delightful sight of numerous grass puppies - or rather, cows - leisurely strolling around. The feeling of anxiety that once consumed you had faded into the distant memory. Narrowly you manage to restrain yourself from sprinting ahead of the group as you gradually approach these magnificent creatures.

Approaching the nearest pen, you could see a cow and her calf eating some barley and hay next to the metal railing. As you reached out to pet the cow, Ethan introduced them. “This here is Buttercup, and the little one just there is Dottie.”

Fingers outstretched; you tried not to coo in delight as they made contact with the coarse fur. Buttercup seemed minorly interested in you, leaning her head closer to your touch while munching on the hay, but otherwise nonplussed at your presence. In a gentle voice, you spoke softly to the animal, praising her, waxing poetic about what a beautiful cow she was. You were rewarded with a light nuzzle from Buttercup before she leant back down for another mouthful of food. Completely enamored with the animal, you missed Wanda’s affectionate gaze.

Letting Buttercup finish her meal in peace, you knelt to say hello to Dottie. She was more skittish than her adult counterpart, but since her mother didn’t seem overly concerned, Dottie allowed you to offer her some of the hay to munch on. Once you had given her the food, which admittedly was already freely available on the ground, Dottie was content to let you scratch behind her ears. With much restraint, you were able to control the cute aggression urge to pick the calf up and hold her. Something told you neither the calf nor her mother would be overly pleased if you were to, so you resigned yourself to simply giving Dottie scritches.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda had her phone out and was alternating between snapping pictures and videos. Your adoration for these creatures was evident, and she couldn't resist capturing every second of this precious memory. She even cooed when you leaned close enough to Dottie to place a single kiss on her nose. In response, the calf sneezed in confusion, and everyone burst into laughter.

Once you felt satisfied with the amount of attention you had given to the grass puppies, you stood up and dusted off your jeans. Making your way towards Wanda, who was engaged in a polite conversation with Ethan, you approached the witch and embraced her from her side. You didn't want to interrupt, but at the same time, you wanted to be close to the woman who had essentially made one of your dreams come true. The feeling of love and gratitude left you elated and desiring to be as close to Wanda as physically possible.

Wanda briefly glanced at you as you wrapped your arms around her. She lifted one of her own and draped it around your shoulders, all while continuing her conversation with the rancher. The chit chat soon petered out, and she expressed gratitude to him for making everything happen. Ethan, pleased to have them there, thanked Wanda for her generous donation to his ranch. You raised an amused and questioning eyebrow in response. Ignoring your look, the redhead assured Ethan that it was her pleasure to help such a fine establishment and wished him luck for the day.

As Ethan made his way back to the entrance of the main building of the ranch, Wanda separated from you momentarily to take your hand and ask how your day was. Happy that she wanted to stay close, you brought your interlocked hands to your face, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. Immediately, you began talking about how much fun you had and how you couldn't believe you had the opportunity to not only pet a cow but also a calf! The horse-riding experience wasn't too bad, all things considered, but you requested that next time you be allowed to ride with Wanda from the start. The reasoning you provided was that you didn't want anything with a brain between your legs that wasn't Wanda. You simply didn't trust it.

Not realizing what you had just said, Wanda burst into laughter, waiting for your brain to catch up with your mouth. When it finally did, your face turned bright red, and you mumbled into her shoulder, asking her to stop teasing you. Giggling, Wanda shook her head and refused, promising to never let you forget about it. You playfully complained about how Wanda was being a big old meanie, and lightly swatted her shoulder, causing her to burst into another fit of laughter.

Eventually, you couldn't help but fall into uncontrollable laughter alongside her. It was funny, even if it was just a slip of the tongue. However, you remained firm in your stance, undeterred by any potential innuendos. The two of you continued to share laughter and engage in conversation while Wanda skillfully conjured a portal to transport you back home. In the midst of all the excitement, you had momentarily forgotten that there was a second part to this memorable date, but Wanda hadn't. She insisted on bringing you back home so you could both freshen up and prepare for the next phase of the evening. Despite being aware that you might be a bit tired, Wanda was adamant that you would still be eager to partake in the upcoming portion of the date, regardless.

A/N: This was longer than I intended. I sort of got a little lost in the horse-riding experience that totally was not at allllll based upon real life events. That said, if we were meant to ride horses, we would have those mind-meld attachments that the Na’vi have in the movie Avatar. Anyway. Sorry it’s so long, I had some other things I wanted to include in this chapter that will have to wait until the next one. Also, if you live in Australia, my apologies, but you will never convince me that everything in your country isn’t filled with seething hatred for the human race, fueling their gargantuan sizes, venomous stingers, and sharp claws that are 100% designed to kill me, personally. Respectfully, reeespeeeectfully, your country terrifies me lol. Pls don’t hate me! I know there are many incredible and wonderful things and animals in your country, but all I see are spiders, snakes, kangaroos (those are not as friend-shaped as I had initially thought..) etc. All of which are in places too close to where I would be if I were ever to visit, and just... No. No thank yew. Respectfully. Also (sorry for the long af A/N) I know that it’s a lot for a date to go horseback riding, pet cows, and still go to dinner all in one day. But lissen. Lissen. Lesbians. We have dates that can last several days, fite me.

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop

#Wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dark wanda x reader #yandere!Wanda #yandere wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader

[ventismacchiato]

10 just playing the part — monopoly ruins friendships !

a/n: more filler 🫡 also typo in xiaos text,, supposed to be *going to i need to stop doin these when im sleep deprived

last day before audition announcements

“I can’t believe Venti fell asleep already,” Aether chuckles, nudging at Venti’s limp body laying on the floor.

“I’m on my own now,” you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment at your fallen teammate.

“Not for long,” Kazuha speaks up, “Childe and Scara are coming over.”

“This will be entertaining,” Hu tao snickers, looking at you.

“Kazuha, I’ll make you pay for that,” you huff, rolling the dice as he laughs.

The dorm to Heizou’s dorm opens and in walks the very person you’ve grown to strongly dislike. Though, much less now.

“Stop glaring at me,” Scara remarks, gracing you with an eye roll as he joins you on the floor beside you, the only other empty spot.

“Venti fell asleep so you guys can be a team or join Y/n,” Lumine says, holding up a player piece, “Who wants to be the race car?”

Childe snatches it and sends Scara an apologetic look, “Sorry, this is my moment.”

Scara gives you a side-eye as you both realize you’re both forced to team up. If only Venti hadn’t dozed off earlier…

Oddly, the game goes smoothly. An hour or two goes by with you two bickering over your next move but also using your desire to always be number one to demolish your friends. Despite being a theatre major Scara is surprisingly strategic with how he takes over more than half the board, much to Heizou’s dismay.

“Maybe your true calling is business,” you joke as you take over yet another property with him. You look over to see Scara not react to your comment, not noticing how Childe sends Scaramouche a knowing look.

“Ha, anyway it’s my turn—,” Childe starts, but is interrupted with Scara abruptly standing up.

“I’m gonna go,” he announces, placing his stack of money hastily in your palms before making his way to the door.

“I should go as well, I forgot the key to our dorm,” Childe chuckles, standing up, “Good game guys! We should do this again,” he smiles before quickly following behind Scara.

“Wonder what’s up with them,” you mumble, staring at the stack of bills in your hand. Was it something you said?

“Guess that means we have to start over!” Heizou excitedly cheers while everyone else groans simultaneously.

just playing the part !

masterlist — prev | next

the link y/n posted was just their spotify account </3

scara and y/n aren’t mutuals on any social media (yet)

scara and childe are dorm roommates, childe can afford a single dorm but he wanted to be able to annoy scara whenever he desired ^-^

scara gets sensitive over any mention of being a business major since his mother won’t speak to him after he announced he wasn’t going to take over her company and instead pursue acting

synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

taglist — CLOSED: @monochromaticelliot @kaedear @stxrgxzxr @shirmxie @elakari @lacy-lady @linn-a-a @one-offmind @kithewanderingme @quepasoash @leathernourishingshoepolish @mangobee @lxry-chxn @dameofthorns @scarasaver @kythe1a @elysiasbae @hikaru-exe @tokkishouse @raiihoshii @cherrybeomgyu @kunikuzushiit @thenightsflower @lilneps @goodthingimsam @lovelyiez @fxllennx @beriiov @abvolat @kittycasie @b0bafl0wer @bubblyclouds @atlatcaheart @artssleepy @baelloraa @tartagli-yuh @satowaluverr @hangesextra @scaranaris-lil-niko @caffinatedcoma @wheneverthesunrise @hajimeseyo @itsyourgirlria @hyunrei @redactedhimbo @caliginous-skies @vinskyspuff @miissfortune @criminalinthemaking @scaramouches-girlfriend

author’s note: end of act one!

#genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact au #genshin au #genshin impact smau #scaramouche smau #scaramouche drabble #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x oc #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi x reader #just playing the part smau

[drowningfishy]

Late

Warnings : multi character drabble, swearing, modern AU for some characters?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's 00.04 a.m. and he still hasn't arrived. You were waiting so long. It went from annoyed to worried real quick. He sure was the type to force himself to finish his job, but this time was different. The sky was really dark, it was raining cats and dogs. It's probably going to flood anytime soon. You decided to open your phone. You received a text from him.

'Sorry love, I'll be home really late. Please don't wait for me.' At this point, his texts weren't any help. It made you even worried whether he was doing okay or not. These texts doesn't have enough information for you to know what he's doing right now. As much as you want to wait for them, you felt tired. You went to your shared room and sat on it.

After a while there was a ding from the phone. You opened it and it was from him, it said,

'I forgot my keys, can you open the door for me?'

Seeing this, you immediately went to the door and opened it for him. He was in front of the door soaking wet, and quickly said, "I'm so sorry I had to go home late.. I was given lot of tasks from my boss. I promise I'll make it up to you. We can.. uh..." You felt kind of bad for making him feel this guilty, but his scared look was pretty funny. "It's fine, you're being too dramatic. Go ahead and clean yourself. Don't get sick. It'll be a pain in the ass for me to take care of you, again." He laughed at your reaction and quickly does like you said. Guess the night sky wasn't that dark when he's there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Characters : Tamaki Amajiki, Izuku Midorya, Sugawara Koushi, Armin Arlert, Giyuu Tomiyoka, Muichiro Tokito, Izumi Miyamura, Nagisa Shiota, Loid Forger, Yuki Sohma, Kurapika Kurta

A/n : Sorry for haven't been posting since April 11 2023... I forgot I had this account, worse, I can't open my messages. I am so sorry if I don't read your messages, I can't open any of them. Please help.

#multi character #drabble #fluff #my hero x reader #haikyuu x reader #sxf x reader #aot x reader #hxh x reader #assassination classroom x reader #fruit basket x reader #kny x reader #tamaki x reader #sugawara koushi #armin arlert #yuki sohma

[glittter-vamp]

22 - Thong Song please and thank you 🙏 😂

Here you all go! I did my best to make it funny yet a bit scandalous lol

Based on the song Thong Song By Sisqo

Warnings: 18+ ONLY.MDNI! Sexual themes. Might or might not count as smut. Joe X Reader.

Word Count:1,829

"What do you think? These or these?" You ask your best friend as you hold up two different thongs. "Um...those aren't that cute." She says looking at your weird. "They're not for me." You say looking at the yellow thong. "Did I miss something and you dumped Joe for a girl?" She asks and you laugh. "These are for him." You say and she freezes. "Come again?" She asks. "He lost a bet." You say and she starts laughing. "On what!?" She asks. "We bet on some basketball game and his team lost." You say grabbing the yellow thong and leaving the red one you had also grabbed. "And what exactly is the punishment other than him having to wear that." she chuckles as you two head to the cashier in this lingerie store. "He has to wear it to a work party we're going to tomorrow night." Your smirk. "Oof, sucks to be him." She laughs. You two leave the mall and go your separate ways. You head over to your home that you shared with Joe, tired from the long shopping day you had with your best friend. 

Getting out of the car and grabbing all the shopping bags you make your way inside where you're instantly met with Joe fighting with someone. He was definitely playing one of his video games again. Deciding to leave him alone you make your way upstairs. You drop the bags on the bench that you had at the end of the bed and started putting stuff away. You bought way more than you had thought. "So you're just gonna come home and not say hello?" You hear Joe say as you hang up a new dress in the closet. "You seemed busy cussing someone out." You chuckle as he wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on your shoulder. "Ja'Marr made us lose the game again." He says making you laugh. "Nothing new I see." You say turning around and giving him a kiss. "Did you eat?" He asks. "We had lunch but I'm sure I'll get hungry again later." You say as Joe let's go of you and you walk back to the bags. "I'm surprised to see these many bags, I didn't get any notifications on my account the whole day." Joe says and you sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you that I can pay for things myself." You say grabbing another bag. "and that's cool but you do a lot of things for me, it'd make me feel better if you would treat yourself on my dime." Joe says. "You already pay for everything in this house Joseph, I can buy my own clothing and accessories." You chuckle shaking your head. 

"What's in here?" Joe smirks grabbing the bag from the lingerie boutique you had went earlier. "For you." You smirk. "Oh?" Joe smirks back but little did he know they were actually for him. He pulls out the yellow thong and he looks at them. "Not really your style but I'm sure they're going to look great on you." Joe says and you snort. "Someone I guess forgot about our bet the other day." You cross your arms smirking. Joe looks at you weird and then he freezes. "You were serious about that?" He asks. "Uh, yeah! Tomorrow is the perfect night to wear them too." You wink. "At your work party?! No way, nope." Absolutely not Joe says putting them back in the bag. "Hm... then I guess I can invite Sebastian instead." You shrug walking to put the skincare you had bought away in the bathroom. "Woah, Woah...Who said anything about taking your stupid coworker. Stop talking nonsense." Joe scoffs following you into the bathroom. "Then, keep your side of the bet!" You say and he sighs. "You're not going to let this go are you?" He asks. "Nope!" You smile at him through the mirror. 

*********************************

"Are you ready? We have to go in 5 minutes to get there on time" You say slipping your heels on. It was the evening of the party and you were about ready to go. "I'm actually not feeling too well, kind of have a headache maybe you should go without me." Joe says from the bathroom and you chuckle. "Nice try Burrow, let's go." You say grabbing your clutch. The bathroom door slowly opens and Joe comes out with an uncomfortable face making you smile. "You look nice...turn around." You say and he sighs in defeat turning around and you feast your eyes on his perfect ass in his slacks. "You should of done this a long time ago, you're has has never looked better." You smirk giving his plump cheeks a nice smack. "Do not do that!" Joe say turning around immediately. "Why not? You do it to me all the time. Hope you have an icepack in the freezer because that ass is going to be sore tonight." You wink at him before making your way out the bed room. "What does that even mean? I don't like the sound of that at all." Joe says following you. 

You two make your way to the car and you decide to drive. As you drove Joe kept moving around in his seat and adjusting himself. "Babe, you're kind of distracting me here." You say stopping at a red light. "Well sorry! But my balls are quite literally hanging out and this shit is riding up a little too much in the back." He says making you laugh. "Welcome to my world." You smile. "Can't believe I'm doing this." He says clearly irritated at the situation. "You lost fair and square, you'll be alright." You smirk and you could feel him giving you a dirty look beside you.

***********************

It was later in the night now and you were mingling around talking to some coworkers at this party. It was retirement party for one of our supervisor and you were actually having a good time. Joe on the other hand...not so much. He kept leaving to the bathroom to readjust himself and he now believes that my coworkers assume he has the runs. "I'll be back." You tell your coworkers heading over to Joe who was getting a drink at the bar. "Hey there sweet cheeks."  You say to Joe grabbing a butt cheek which made him jump. "Don't do that, you work with these people." Joe mutters giving you a look. "Chill out grandpa, no one is even around or paying attention." You laugh. "Are you ready to leave yet? Between this bet and your co-workers thinking I have to poop every 10 minutes because of it. I think I did my time" He says as the bartender comes over with a water bottle for him. "Hmm...I think you've suffered enough." You say. You say your goodbyes to everyone and make your way home. This time Joe drove home and as he was driving an idea pops into your head. You had music playing from your phone and decided to queue a certain song. As you two drove in silence and the song you chose started playing, a smile played on your face. Joe quickly looks over to you hearing the familiar violin playing. "Here we go." He rolls his eyes making you laugh.

"He had dumps like a truck, truck, truck. Thighs like, what, what, what. Baby move your butt, butt, butt." You sang. "Can you please not!" Joe says trying not to laugh but you continue to sing anyway. "Let me see that thong, baby! That Th-thong, thong, thong! I like when that beat go, I like when that booty go!" You sing as if your life depended on it. "That's enough!" A very red Joe says turning off the radio. "You're such a party pooper! Boooo!" You say rolling your eyes. "I'm never ever doing this again." Joe shakes his head as he pulls into your neighborhood. "Never say never Joseph." You chuckle. He pulls up to the house and parks in the garage and he makes a straight bee line the bedroom and you follow him. Joe makes an abrupt stop right before entering the room which causes you to bump into his hard back. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks and you laugh. "You think you're going to wear a thong and I'm not going to at least see it on you?" You scoff. "That wasn't part of the bet, so...that's exactly what's going to happen" He says turning around and going into the room. "Okay, that's fine." You say and he eyes you suspiciously as you start to take your jewelry off and change. "What's your game here?" Joe asks not convinced that you would just let it go like that. "No game but now that I think of it it's been how long since we've had sex due to our schedules?" You ask Joe and he looks at you with an unamused face. "3 weeks." He mutters. "I was reading that for athletes it does them pretty good to refrain from sex when partaking in their sport...the season is coming up maybe it will do some good if you just only focused on football until February." You shrug. 

"You're threatening no sex because I won't let you see me in this stupid thing?" Joe asks. "I'm doing no such thing, I'm just thinking of you and ways to help you this season." You say grabbing your pajamas and going to the bathroom to wash your face and change. As you changed the bathroom door opens and Joe enters. "Some privacy please?" You say but he ignores you and walks on over to you. "If...I let you see me in this stupid thing. Promise me you won't go to your friends about it." Joe says and you smile. "Promise." You bite your lip. Joe gives you a nervous look before he undoes his pants an drops them. He couldn't even look you in the eye. You smile seeing the yellow thin piece of fabric fail miserably at covering his bits. "Now turn..." You smirk and he sighs before turning around and seeing just how his two perfect round cheeks just swallow the thong. "This is the best day of my life." You giggle and Joe turns his head gives you an annoyed look. "Okay, that's eno- woah woah...the night is just getting started. Give me a minute and I'll meet you on the bed." You smirk inching closer to him. "There's no way this is turning you on right now." Joe says and your hand slowly makes its way to one of his cheeks making him turn red. "Just do what I say Burrow." You say giving him a sweet kiss before snapping the thong on his ass cheek like he's done to you plenty of times, which made him flinch and whimper. This was going to be so fun, you thought to yourself.

#joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fic #joe burrow smut #song prompt #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

There's this one thing that confused the hell out of me in Prisoner of Azkaban.

So in the third book, Harry talked Remus and Sirius out of killing Peter. Later he expresses regret about letting him go and Dumbledore just pats him on the head and goes "don't worry you did the right thing, now Peter is indebted to you and that kind of debt is a very powerful magic" or something like that. I might be mistaken. Been almost a whole decade since I read the books but I remember the gist of it.

Except... we never see that """magic""" in action. Peter kidnaps him literally next year and clearly has no issue using him to resurrect Voldemort. Then he spends the rest of the books not lifting a single finger to help Harry and co.

Oh waaaait. He tried to strangle Harry and had to be reminded that he'd spared him for him to only hesitate. Then the hand Voldemort gave him proceeded to turn on him and strangle him to death. Lol nvm my mistake. :P

Like... that's it?? That was the result of the powerful wizard debt magic?

Dumbledore spews so much bs throughout the series. I have no idea why I ever liked him.

Well, the thing is, this is a bit of a departure from the blog as it's not really about JKR and why she does the things she does, or any author for that matter, it's about ignoring them and trying to make sense of the world without them (which means taking everything we see about things like wizard debt magic into account and deciding what it is)

But I suppose we can take a little break.

If anon's referring to the time I said it was my favorite, anon will remember I didn't say it didn't have problems. I was picking against the others.

And yes.

That was it.

I think JKR was trying to have a "It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill Golllum" moment (not that she ever blatantly rips off Lord of the Rings, god forbid, no, she's never done that) where Harry is reminded that saving a life is a good thing and perhaps in time we will all have our purpose/redemption.

It's just she kind of forgot about it until the last moment where Peter momentarily chooses not to save his own skin and dies immediately in a hilariously horrible way.

And then brings up wizarding debt so that Severus has one to James, who died/Severus didn't beg to save him, and uh... I guess means he owes Harry somehow?

But yes, that's wizard debt, that's it.

#harry potter #anti harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #peter pettigrew #anti peter pettigrew #meta #headcanon #opinion