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fandomwritingbit · 1 month

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Sweet Girl pt.5

dbf/William Afton x (fem) virgin/reader

pt.1 - here. pt.2 - here. pt.3 - here. pt.4 - here.

Synop: Bored of the lack of contact you and William decide to bring wanking to the 21st century.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, obsessive behaviour/thoughts for the both of you, corruption, coercion. Virgin reader.

A/n: MATES, MATES, I FUCKING WROTE SOMMET. This is not a drill, I wrote something after weeks of nada and it's... well, it's mediocre. But it's something! This was not the part 5 I had planned but rather a dirty thought that ran away with me that I hope reads half decently.

Is this fuck proofread lmao, soz for any errors I'll try to fix them later on x

You wake very confused, squinting in the light from your bedroom window that was much too bright for 8 in the morning, so you lift yourself from your sheets to check your phone: 9:30. You’ve overslept. Siting up properly you glace at your side table clock through sleepy eyes, needing to confirm the reality of the time, you set an alarm, what the fuck? You have plans today that are now going to have to be pushed up.

You’re up like a whirlwind, messaging the friend you’re supposed to be having breakfast with that it’s now going to have to be a lunch, a late lunch ideally. Surprisingly they’re not too put out, they must be running late themselves. Crisis averted, you head downstairs to get yourself some coffee which will hopefully combat the awful feeling of having screwed your whole day up already. To be fair, it’s about time something like this happened to you, life’s been too easy for too long. Well, baring the odd relationship with your father’s friend, of course.

Not wanting to tackle the coffee machine, which you swear is as old as you, if not older, you go for coffee granules and the kettle. A simple man’s brew, and that’s certainly how you feel today. You hadn’t bothered with dressing or throwing a dressing gown on, it’s a warm enough morning that you can stand in the kitchen in your pyjama shorts and vest without shivering, the only cold you feel is your bare feet on the tile.

Your kettle clicks and you set about making your cup, ignoring the squeak of the backdoor opening, you’ll greet whichever parent it is when they greet you, if the interaction can be delayed it’s for the best. You pour your water, but the sudden and crisp sound of a wolf whistle makes you overspill onto the counter. Sliding your phone out the way of the spillage, you turn to see the sniggering face of William and your heart manages to soar and sink at the same time, something only this man is able to do.

Your annoyed expression melts into a flush, you know exactly why he whistled and you cross your arms over your chest accordingly, hard up to do anything about the shorts position high up your thighs.

“Sorry,” He says without any conviction, still grinning as the coffee begins to drip off the edge of the worktop. Adding slyly, “You wouldn’t mind making me one, would you?”

You neglect to answer, going for an embarrassed, “What are you doing here?” instead. The man’s been in your kitchen for less than a minute and you already feel like you shouldn’t be here, for your own protection. Last time springs to your mind, involuntarily quickening your heart rate. He’d caught you off guard then too, then used you up and wrung you out, and you loved every second of it. You hate him for that, and the way your pussy seems to know when he’s in the room, it’s not fair.

“Clearing out the garage with you dad.” He presents his palms in his own defence, the smug look of him shows his pride at begging her legitimately. “He told me you were out.” It’s phrased like a question, again making you feel like a trespasser in your own home.

“I’m supposed to be.” You explain without detail, averting your gaze from his and instantly remembering the mess on the counter, and now the floor.

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Especially in that.” He laughs meanly, making you frown. You look pretty all annoyed at him, the furrow of your brown not doing anything to hide the heat on your face from the invasive way his eyes drink you in. And as if that wasn’t far enough he steps forward, sliding his hand over the silky fabric coating your hip. “Almost as revealing as that pretty little bikini.” Your back hits the surface behind you, he has a knack for cornering you, but you suppose it’s not exactly herding cats if the prey doesn’t want to run away.

The comment hits home though and you remember exactly how easy it was for him to move that garment aside and-

You’re pulled from that thought as his hand slides further, over your hip to your arse. “Stop.” You say a little breathless, not liking how he just grins at the word. “...My dad could walk in.”

“That didn’t stop you last time.” His tone is mocking, riddled with amusement at how you can’t seem to refuse him.

“That was stupid… You make me stupid.” You mutter, pushing his hand away and trying to ignore how affected you feel already. “You need to stop.” You affirm, holding your voice steady to prevent the whine that threatened to accompany it.

William leans closer to you, a mean joy practically emanating from him when your breath hitches. He speaks lowly, a gleeful edge warming you for him and doing everything possible to add to that stupidity “Are you going to make me?”

You just look up at him, your chest rising quickly less than half an inch from his. “...Yes.” You finally manage, nerves and need in your core making you hesitant. Your eyes are wide in wait for response, and the man holds firm just long enough that you panic. He reaches behind you for something before obeying your word, you realise sharpish that he’s plucked your phone from the countertop.

Trying to take it back fails when he catches your wrist and flicks you away. You’re whining like a child, unable to help the discomfort flooding your veins at him holding something so personal. “William, give it back. What are you-” Your words die when he simply holds the phone in front of you and you hear the subtle click of your face ID unlocking it.

You watch angrily as he steps away with the device, internally fighting the urge to try and take it back by force.

He glances at your outrage, stoking it with, “You must have some dirty secrets on here to protest so much.” Shaking his head, he makes you wait whilst he does whatever he nicked your phone to do. Chuckling as he has to manoeuvre the screen from your sight when you try to at least see what he’s doing. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m giving you my number… You don’t want to entertain me now, then you can later.”

You find yourself nodding when he hands you the phone back.

Your day is spent, lunch and coffee with your mate over and done with, dinner with your parents finished. So you slip away to bed with your phone clutched to your chest, which is tight with forbidden excitement. Halfway through the day your checking of messages was fruitful, with one from William telling you that you’re going to ‘entertain him’ at 11pm tonight, and despite your naivety you know exactly what that means.

The only way to combat your nerves is preparation so you pick out a matching bra and knickers set, light pink and lacy, you know he’s going to like them, perhaps too much if anything. Then a white nightdress, just see-through enough to give a hint as to the underwear underneath.

Then it’s propping your phone up with a pillow and sitting cross-legged on your bed, checking to see it the view will be good, and it certainly will. From there, all you do is wait, your foot absentmindedly tapping away with the excess excitement, you’re aroused at the thought of it. A dirty video call with a bloke older than your dad, it’s everything you’re not supposed to do, a bad idea all around, but that just makes your panties that bit wetter.

He’s a little late, but the very moment he calls you answer, not even waiting for a ring. It makes him smirk, such a sweet thing, ready for him, no doubt waiting for him. Fuck, if he was twenty years younger he’d scale the window and see it in person.

You know you’ve given your want away by his sly expression, and he teases you by saying, “Eager, huh?”

You pout, now hating all the effort you went to and trying to explain it away. “Well, I was expecting-I knew you were going to-”

Somehow, even through your tiny phone screen he has enough presence to be able to cut you off. “It’s a good thing.” He pauses before adding with a snicker, “I doubt you’re as eager as me.” He shifts as he says that and your heart skips a beat at the thought of him touching himself already. It’s a power only he has ever given you, to know just how mental you make him and that power makes your core tighten.

“Now, sweet thing.” There’s a nonchalance to his words that contradict the fact he’s palming himself over his boxers, he can’t help it, he can see the strap of your bra peeking out and the curve of your hips suggested by your nightie. It doesn’t pass him by that he’s fucking pathetic. “Have you got headphones, or do I have to keep my voice down?”

You hadn’t thought of that, but you’re glad he did when you think how often you hear your parents tv through the wall. So you reach to your bedside drawer to retrieve your headphones, well aware that he’s watching you and trying to catch sight of whatever he can. And after a moment you plug them in and pop them in your ears, flushing when you realise that the sound feels a lot more intimate now. Maybe he knew that.

“God you drive me crazy with all the tiny fucking clothes you wear.” He’s laughing but you know he’s not joking. You’re not in a position to laugh, how exactly can you tell him that he drives you crazy with everything he fucking does. From the tensing of his jaw to the delirious sensation of his voice on your skin. All of it has your body begging for anything he’s willing to give you, regardless of what your mind thinks.

You can’t prevent a small smile on your lips though, “I don’t do it on purpose.” Even as you say it you know it’s a lie, you didn’t do it on purpose at first, now though, you want him to see you.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, sweetheart.” He knows you better than that. You giggle, it should be illegal for him to read your mind that easily. “I’d wager under that nightie you’re wearing something nice for me. Like a gift to be unwrapped.” The look on your face says it all, when you bite your lip like that he wants to bite it for you. “Am I right?”

You can hardly look at your screen, but you nod, barely able to sit still.

“Fuck, let me see.” Something about how he’s speaking now is very telling and you revel in the feeling for a moment before shifting to sit on your feet.

“Okay.” You sound so small and quiet you can hardly hear it over that arousal in your blood. Your fingers hook under the bottom of your nightdress, hesitant to begin the process and your eyes flick to the screen.

You catch his gaze and he smirks, “Come on, you know I’d do it for you if I could.” That you are certain of, sometimes there’s such hunger in his eyes you think he’s a breath away from ripping the fabric off you.

You do as asked, your panties straps revealed high on your hips guiding the sight up your stomach,then to the thin lace hardly covering your breasts. You were right, he does like it. Much too much.

“God, you are like a fucking present.” You grin at that, watching the hint of movement you can see towards the bottom of the screen, and you core pangs with the knowledge of what he’s doing. Now sitting on your feet, you press your heel between your legs and jump at the jolt of stimulation it brings.

Your lip is between your teeth again as you debate whether you’re brave enough to ask for what you want. “...Show me.” You manage in a surge of voice, you wish you didn’t sound as shy as you do.

You hear William’s scoff of disbelief, he hadn’t expected you to ask that but he supposes it’s only fair. “Yeah?”

You nod, watching eagerly as he moves a hand to change the angle of your view. The sight stirs you immensely, his boxers pulled down enough to let his cock free, he held it, touching himself at a slow pace. You rake the image for what you can see, his shirt pulled up to let you see the trail of dark hair that leads down to his length. A crazy part of you burns to press your nose against his trail, curiosity, or something dirtier you don’t know, but you know he’d let you if you asked.

It’s with near fascination you watch his stroke himself, not noticing how you’ve begun grinding your pussy against your heel, your knickers are clinging to your slick but all shame is lost.

“I didn’t expect you to want to see.” He sniggers, you recognise the thickness of his voice, remembering the pride in your core when you took him in your mouth, the heavy breathing of someone clinging on to their self restraint by the tips of their fingers. There’s precum on his tip smeared by each rise of his fist, it’s a dirty feeling and if you were in his reach he’d have it resting pretty on your tongue.

Soon your movement isn’t enough anymore, your heat whines for better friction, the attention on your clit that he does just right. It’s written in your posture and the pinch of frustration between your brows.

William’s voice affirms your need. “You can touch yourself, lovely. Don’t have to wait to be told.”

“I know.” You reply quickly, embarrassed at how easy he’d jumped to that conclusion. If you were harder to read maybe he wouldn't have such a hold on you.

“Or do you want me to ask?” There it is again, that mocking that shouldn’t speak directly to your slick, it’s condescending but you know in your heart that he knows better. You open your mouth to protest the teasing but you have no chance to. “Come on, show me how you play late at night, how you give yourself what you need.” He wants to seem like he’s humouring you but right now, with his cock in his hand, he’d beg to see just how you touch your perfect cunt.

You’re doing it, shifting your position so you’re sitting properly, legs raised to let you trace over your bundle of nerves. The fabric of your panties quickly proves irritating, so you hurry to take them off, glancing repeatedly at the view on screen, dying to match the rhythm of him stroking himself, not wanting to miss anything. At the sight of your pussy bare for him, knickers discarded, he hisses through his teeth; now that is the kind of thing that gets a bloke in serious trouble.

“And the rest.” He adds, and you’re so lost in your new-found touch it takes you a moment to realise what he’s referring to, when you do you push the bra straps from your shoulders, shimmying the garment down so that your chest is free. Your nipples are hard from your excitement, all parts of you aware of the growing need in your core, begging for the release your touch promises. It should be familiar but with William’s eyes on you it takes you time to remember what you like.

You rub your clit, the cues from your body calling for you to press your fingers inside your hole. You’re unable to reach like he does, but it’s enough to bring your end into sight and a soft moan from your lips.

He’s chuckling watching how weak you become, like he’s not moving faster with the taste of release on his tongue. It takes a lot for him to ask the question burning in his head, he already knows the answer but hearing it from you is going to be delicious. “Tell me, what you think about, when you play with yourself, sweet thing.” The words are stilted with his involuntarily quickening pace, he’s close and it’s fucking stupid how much he needs to cum.

“You.” You say instantly, voice cracking. Your head between my legs, fingers hooking inside, teeth on my neck as you line your cock up between my legs. You haven’t the coherent thought process to say that, it’s flicking images of past imaginings, you shouldn’t want to give yourself to this man as much as you do.

William grunts, speaking through gritted teeth to try and remain somewhat controlled, though there’s nothing controlled about his frantic movement, nor yours. “You’re so fucking lucky I’m not in there with you.”

It’s not a threat, you’ve seen the size of him, you’ve been delirious from just his fingers, but you want it. You want him in there with you. You want it all.

He loses it at your wide eyed look, fucking his fist ‘til his cum is dripping down his abdomen. You're not far yourself from the view alone, but you can hear his breathing, the groan right as he touches the peak. And your walls clamp around your fingers in stuttering waves of climax, you shiver with it, your legs unwillingly pressing together. You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep any noise leaving you, a startled thought of discovery hitting you out of nowhere.

“Fucking hell.” His voice makes you regain your senses, he’s chuckling and the hand not coated in release slips out of shot to rub the bridge of his nose; why is it so much better when a pretty thing like you is watching?

“William?” You’re shaky as you speak, weighing up what you want to ask, deciding that closed mouths don’t get fed. In response he tilts the camera up so you can see he’s listening, and you can’t help but hit screenshot at the sight of him so dishevelled. “Next time… I want you to be here with me.”

He laughs, “Anything you want, princess. I mean it.”

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 6 months

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Too many missions

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

A/N Firstly, this fic idea is from a request from @nicoline1998enilocin to reverse the roles of my fic office sex e.g. reader visits Bucky at work. Secondly, comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated and all mistakes are my own so feel free to comment below if you notice any. Also, this fic is gonna have a second part which is just aftercare.

18+ MINORS DNI, FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)

Summary Bucky is supposed to be doing his mission reports but ends up doing you instead (lmao that's so fucking cheesy)

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff , blowjob, unprotected sex (use protection you are not fictional)

Bucky was missing you to say the least. He had been jumping from mission to mission for the past month and hadn’t been able to properly spend time with you. However, he only had to wait one more hour and then he could give you all the attention you could ever need.

He was filling in the last of the paperwork regarding his latest mission when he heard a knock on his office door.

“Come in,” he shouted, not lifting his head and continuing to write more notes on the paper. Bucky still hadn’t grasped typing on a computer and still preferred to hand-write things.

You opened the door and slid in trying not to distract Bucky while he was working.

“Hey baby, I just wanted to ask you if you’re ok.” you sat down on the couch that Bucky had in his office.

Bucky turned his head quickly as soon as he heard your voice. His scowl turned into a smile at the sight of you.

“Hey doll, I missed you.” he said while finishing a sentence before turning on his chair to face you.

You lifted the bag that was in your hand, “I brought some food for you since you’ve been working really hard lately.”

“You’re amazing, doll,” he said, taking the bag out of your hand. “I’m sorry for not being home much S.H.I.E.L.D really needed me recently.” He added with a sad look on his face.

“It's ok baby, I know it’s not your fault. Anyways you tell me not to worry when the same thing happens to me so you shouldn’t be worrying either.”

“I know doll, but I just feel bad for neglecting you for so long and I've missed you so much lately.” He took out the food you made him and dug in like a man starved.

“It’s ok baby. Really. I know that you’re not intentionally going on missions. Also, I kindly spoke to Fury and he said he’s willing to give us both the next 2 months off.”

“You know doll, I think you’re the only person I know that can intimidate THE Nick fury.” Bucky says smiling.

Bucky finished his food and you took the rubbish off him and threw it in the bin for him. Then, you got up from your seat and walked over to Bucky who was grinning like an idiot.

“Come here doll, I need to hug you,” he said while holding his arms out to you.

You sat on his lap, facing him. Bucky wrapped one arm around your waist and placed the other at the back of your head, pressing you further into the crook of his neck. You took a deep breath and could smell the familiar scent of Bucky’s cologne. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and he hummed in content.

After a few minutes, you started to get restless. You were getting aroused from being so close to Bucky especially since you hadn’t had sex with him in what felt like years. And masterbating wasn’t an option since Bucky’s skills had made you unable to cum unless it was him.

You squirmed around a bit before stopping when you felt Bucky’s hardness beneath you. You looked up to see Bucky’s eyes almost black with lust. He let out a loud groan when you made eye contact with him.

“Doll, I-I-I need to finish the mission report and t-then we can do anything you want.”

“But daddy. I want you nowww,” you whined.

“Stop whining like a whore,” Bucky said “I’ll fuck you after I finish the mission reports.” He pushed you off his lap and started to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. “While i'm doing that, you can put that dirty fuckin’ mouth to use.” he pulled his cock out and started to lazily rub it up and down.

You dropped to your knees and crawled under the desk. Bucky rolled his chair under the desk, right in front of you.

“All right doll, you know what to do.”

You shuffled closer and replaced Bucky’s hand with yours. You leaned closer and licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, repeating the action again before taking the rounded head into your mouth. This made Bucky let out a loud moan which made you suck harder. Then, you took his member deeper into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which made you gag.

“That’s it baby. Such a good girl,” Bucky groaned, stroking your head softly.

Then, you hear a knock at the door. Bucky looks down at you with a grin on his face and then tells whoever it is to come in. He allows you to take one last deep breath before pushing you down.

Steve walked into the room and was oblivious to you with a mouthful of his best friend's cock.

“Hey Buck, how much longer are you going to be because you need to hand in your mission reports today and it's already 10pm.”

“I’ve got a f-few more notes to add and then I’m done, punk.” Bucky replied, clenching his fist.

“Jerk,” Steve responded, as he exited the room.

Bucky let out a groan as you took him all the way down now that you didn’t have an audience.

“Doll, I need to be inside you right now,” Bucky said.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you off him before moving back on his chair so that he could pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on his desk and started to take his clothes off as you did the same.

When you were both naked, Bucky leaned forward to meet your lips in a kiss. It was all teeth and tongue since you haven't been able to be intimate with each other for way too long. You brought a hand up to Bucky’s face and cupped his cheek, a strangely sweet gesture for such a filthy kiss.

“Daddy, please. I need you inside me. Please,” you begged.

“One second doll,”

Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the desk. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down your folds.

“Please daddy! Fuck me!” you whined.

Bucky just smirked before leaning forwards and pushing his dick inside you with one smooth thrust. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before violently thrusting into you. All sense of self control had instantly dissipated the second he entered you.

“Doll, you feel so good. So fuckin’ good” Bucky groaned.

He put both your legs on his shoulders and leaned forwards. From this position he could reach the deepest parts of you. He reached his hand down and started to rub your swollen clit.

“Gonna cum, m’ gonna cum,” you shouted, your legs starting to shake.

“Cum for me doll, come on. Show daddy how good his fat cock is making you feel.” Bucky said.

Your legs had started to shake and Bucky’s thrusts were starting to become sloppy. Your vision had started to blur and you could feel your orgasm crash into you. You let out a pornographic moan and was trying to writhe away from Bucky’s hand which continued to rub your clit and extend your high.

“Gonna cum in you baby, gonna pump you full of my cum,” Bucky let out a loud moan before stilling and filling you with his seed.

Bucky leaned back to let your legs fall from his shoulders. He leaned forwards and rested his forehead against your breasts as you ran your fingers through his hair. A few minutes passed and then Bucky pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact. Bucky grabbed the hoodie he was wearing and helped you put it on…..

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marsistired · 7 days

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closing shift

jjk choso kamo x gn!reader

choso has feelings for his little brother's babysitter, but it's always too late for him to say the right words.

- word count: 1.3k

- contents: babysitter!reader, fluff, mutual pining between two dummies, not beta read, possible ooc choso?

- notes: hi, hi, hi! i've been off this site for months, but i'm sorta kinda back now? college papers fight hard, but i fight harder. someone asked why i only write nighttime fics, and it's because i only practice creative writing when i'm about to go to sleep LMAO. it's like pillow talking with my brain. anyway, here's a choso fic that gets iffy towards the end since it's been sitting around for so long. <3

the sound of jingling keys brings you out of your daze, and you bring yourself to sit up just far enough to look over the side of the couch to greet whoever is trying to come in. the front door groans and creaks as it's pushed open. almost immediately, air soars in from outside to nip at skin not hidden beneath warm layers. you huff and squint as the cold wind meets your face, nearly causing your eyes to water from the gentle sting.

choso shuffles in quickly to keep too much heat from escaping the apartment. there’s a deep frown engraved into his features as he toes his boots onto the rug and finally closes the door. even though he’s frustrated, choso tries to be as quiet as possible when he sets his keys and tote bag down on the entryway table. the keys clink when they hit the side of the tiny ceramic bowl, and choso visibly winces at the sound. his entire body is tense. shoulders and arms are stiff by his side, and his brow only furrows more when whatever is stressing him out crosses his mind once more.

choso melts when he sees you blearily blinking up at him, though. the muscles holding him taut and upright send him slumping forward as he slowly makes his way over to the couch. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs, guilt preventing him from speaking any louder. “the closer got sent home early, so i had to take over and it got busy out of nowhere…”

you nod and hum along to choso’s rambling to allow him to get everything from the day off his chest. you wished he wouldn’t feel obligated to apologize and justify his actions, especially when things were out of his hands, but getting choso to stop unnecessarily apologizing would be a harder task than getting yuji to keep the “cool” beetles he finds on the playground out of his pockets.

speaking of which…

the tuft of pink hair on your lap jostles around, causing you and choso to turn your attention downwards. the sleeping first-grader mumbles something incoherent and balls his tiny fists tighter in the plush blanket. with a heavy sigh that only a six-year-old could muster from a full day of being a child, yuji flutters back into a deep sleep. exhaustion is much too prevalent in his little limbs to get up and hug his older brother. the sight brings a hint of a smile to choso’s lips because he’s doing one thing right.

you’re telling him about your day with yuji, or, at least, choso thinks that’s what you’re talking to him about. it’s hard to pay attention when he’s trying to calculate the upcoming bills in his head. the numbers look a lot bigger than they truly are since he’s doing mental math with only a few hours of rest and two cups of coffee in his system. it’s just enough stress to send his spine seizing straight and have his shoulders stiffening back to the same position they were when he walked in.

he’s not allowed to get too far in his head since he’s being brought back to the present with a gentle thumb rubbing away at the worry lines between his brow. when his eyes refocus, his heart drops to his stomach from how you’re frowning up at him. choso opens his mouth for another apology, but you’re already speaking before he can get the words out. “i’m going to put him in bed, and when i get back, i expect you to be sitting down and resting.”

the demand is a light one, but choso knows you mean business when the thumb that was so tenderly soothing away his eleven lines presses a little harder than before into the bridge of his nose. he huffs but nods his head anyway.

when you slip around the corner with yuji on your shoulder, choso makes his way to the front of the couch to sit down. his head leans against the very back, and he can’t help but close his eyes for a moment. the sigh of utter relief choso lets out causes all of the air in his lungs to leave him as his muscles fully relax for the first time since he woke up this morning to take yuji to school. he should get up and get changed into something that isn’t his work attire, but the cushions are just so comfortable, and his feet are finally not on the hard floor, and…

it’s not long before the next thing choso knows is the pleasant feeling of hands massaging his scalp. his hair that was previously pulled up is now resting loosely against the couch and being combed through softly. choso opens his eyes to see you intently focusing on getting a tiny knot out, and all of his breath seems to leave his body for the second time that night. you silently cheer when you decide that choso’s hair has been finger-brushed thoroughly, but instantly turn sheepish when you notice brown eyes staring back at you.

“sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” you laugh shyly, moving your hands back down to your sides to act as though you weren’t just playing with hair that certainly did not belong to you. “no, no, i really don’t mind,” he urges out, offering a smile to try and ease your embarrassment.

fortunately for him, choso can ignore the heat quickly inching up his neck from the ghost of your touch when he meets your gaze once more. he sits up in an instant, nearly busting your nose from where you were above him. you rear away from the couch and watch with curiosity and a little concern as choso pats wildly at his pockets. “cho, what? what is it?” you ask, looking all over to try and see what was causing his antics.

choso turns his pockets inside out, and when they come up empty, he turns around to give you the worst case of puppy dog eyes. “stop letting me forget to pay you,” he chides, “thank you for watching out, and being so patient with me, but this is your job-”

“it’s more of a side hustle for yuji than me. he is the one getting treats and piggyback rides, after all,” you snort. choso looks unimpressed with your attempt to slip away from the conversation, but he does soften when you run your hands through his hair to get him to lay back down. the words building on his tongue fall flat as his head hits the armrest, so choso relents his scolding for the night in favor of you smiling down at him.

choso can hear you fishing the keys out of your pocket as you bend over to brush a black strand from his eyes. he wishes for his mouth to work to say something, anything to get you to stay for a few minutes longer, but the only noise that comes out is a quiet hum of acknowledgment. though, he will take the tiny win of you looking pleased, even if it is just because he’s finally settling down for the night.

as you straighten up to begin tiptoeing your way to the door, choso steals a last glance of you slipping out to get to your car. the whole ‘pining’ thing for his little brother’s babysitter leaves an ache in his chest after you’re already driving back to your own apartment, but the heat on his cheeks from your ever-lingering presence dulls it just enough for sleep to pull him under.

the chime from choso’s phone goes unnoticed as snores fill up the living room.

coffee with me when you wake up? :)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso fluff #gender neutral reader

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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re: the ask where another anon said they felt the fandom dying

hi! i watched the entire show for the first time about 2 weeks ago (at the ripe age of 19, sue me) and ohhhhhh my god. oh my GOD. im obsessed and this is the first fandom ive ever been interested that wasnt totally dead and im SO glad there are authors and artists active and making things!! im probably abt to binge read all of your stuff after reading the trailer park au (which i adore btw. please tell me there will be more.) idk what the fandom was like before, but i just started writing my first steddie fic and im so happy theres a community that seems nice and fairly active <33

YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BEAN THIS IS SO CHARMING I’M SO CHARMED.

ahem.

if you’ll allow me to be one of those annoying old people having a crisis about the passage of time for a hot second, this message just got me thinking about the 14yo version of me who was first discovering fandom and fanfic on ff.net, and what a fucking revelation that was to a lonely bookish young dweeb. to realize that you could just… add? whatever you want?? any story you love, you can just take it and make it your own personal barbie doll and no one can tell you what not to do??? incredible. absolutely delightful. and you’re so much closer to that girl than i am now on the timeline and i’m- i’m—! 😭😭

i’m being so aggressively 30 about this lmao i’m sorry. local woman is spoken to by a youth and has an all lowercase meltdown about it. more at 9.

anyway, welcome. there’s definitely a thriving group of clever, passionate, and talented creators in this fandom; honestly there are too many writers and artists i admire on this site to even begin to name them all, but here’s a couple you can check out to start (my blog is also full of art and fic recs, and you can find some fantastic writers through the @steddiemicrofic challenge): @aidaronan @thefreakandthehair @palmviolet @eddywoww @maikaartwork @inklessletter @cranberrymoons @bpillustrated

(to answer your question, yes, there will be more of the trailer park au. current plan is to write a new part each day until i have enough for a chapter, then publish the chapter on ao3; rinse and repeat through the end of nanowrimo and see where that gets me. so far i’m finding it a lot easier to stay focused on a single continuous story when i write in little daily snack bites like this, but we’ll see how the rest of the experiment goes 🤷‍♀️ i’m having fun with the story for now, so that’s really all that matters.)

…jesus christ, i wrote you a novella my absolute bad

- wynn 🦇

#steddie #steddie recs #steddiemicrofic #steve harrington #eddie munson #lovely people being lovely #my asks

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tiredeyesight · 1 year

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shattering emotions

description : you turn to erik when your powers get out of control leaving the xmen heart broken taking an especially hard toll on ororo, when you come back the usually composed storm shatters

word count : 761

a/n : the end is kind of short sorry about that. anyways storm 🫶 also i’m mad in love with the erik actually having a daughter figure and not being a cranky old man but honestly that suits him lmao. i hope you enjoy this read! my requests are still open as well💓

you left when the moon was high in the sky, stars directed you exactly to his location. you knew the costs of going to erik for help rather than charles, but erik had always been more patient, caring towards you. he was like a father figure. your mutation had been going out of control and made you feel like a safety hazard around everyone, so for everyone else’s sake you left.

the xmen were heart broken and distraught as they each read that small note on a sticky note on your bedside table. however ororo, your girlfriend, broke down into tears after reading the small note. questions and thoughts ran around her mind at the speed of light. your disappearance caused her to isolate herself and barely taking care of herself too.

erik was the same erik you knew and cared for, despite being on opposing sides of this war the two of you had grown fond of the other. he helped you take interest of your new more powerful abilities and guided you on how to use them. more or less of the rest of erik’s team was fairly welcoming as you stayed as a guest for a while.

it was late at night and sleep couldn’t take over your body. guilt began seeping into your pores and going through your veins, was ororo alright? you made a personal leave date and escape back to the school in hopes everyone would accept you again.

you woke up after a dreadful sleep yet again. as you prepared for the day charles voice began to become louder and louder in your mind. you tried to ignore the familiar voice protruding around in your mind but as soon as the words, ‘ororo needs you y/n, she isnt talking to any of us and barely taking care of herself.’ you just needed a few more days to master the rest of your new abilities but you could do it later. ororo needed you.

as you began packing up your stuff rather quickly and not so carefully. a knock came to your door. fuck. ‘y/n are you up? we need to start training in 5 minutes’ erik’s voice slowly began to flow into your guest room. ‘uh yea i’ll be out in a little sorry’ you uttered out. you knew he would be okay with you going back to the xmen, he knew that you would go back. but you felt so bad, he was a father to you. but you had to go and you had to tell him

‘erik’ you called out, ‘yes y/n?’ he responded. ‘can you come here i need to talk to you.’ he opened your door within seconds and instantly asks ‘are you alright?’ ‘yes i’m fine erik, um but i need to go back to the xmen. i want to stay here and spend more time with you but i need to help those at the school and i feel so bad but we both knew i would have to leave soon.’ you softly spoke as tears welled up in your eyes. ‘y/n it’s okay, we both we knew it was going to happen sooner or later. i wish we were on the same side but two different people and two different perspectives. your like a daughter to me, i won’t hold it against you’

a smile was brought to your face as he said those words. ‘your like a father to me as well’ you admitted as you packed away your final items. you left the site with a singular hug to erik.

as soon as you got back to the mansion of a school you instantly fled from peering eyes to ororo’s room. she was curled up in her blankets on her bed staring into the abyss. shit. was she like this the entire time while you were gone? ‘go away’ she mumbled.

‘i’d rather stay’ you said in response. she shot out of her bed looking in you direction. ‘you.’ she said ‘how could you just leave with out a spoken word to me or anyone here!’ you stood there quietly as she admitted how much you had hurt her. tears began flowing through her eyes as she moves closer and closer to you wanting to feel your warmth after what felt like centuries.

‘i’m sorry ororo, i really am’ you apologised over and over again. ‘i understand your connection with him but you can’t just leave without a word.’ as she began to calm down she uttered ‘i love you’ which you uttered right back.

#ororo munroe x reader #storm x reader #xmen x reader #marvel x reader #wlw #erik lensherr x reader #magneto x reader #angst

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all-things-ghostly · 4 months

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Just One Touch - Skull x Reader Lockwood & Co.

I’ve been in this fandom for nearly a year and for the entirety of it I’ve been obsessed with this little green asshole. And honestly I’m flabbergasted that I haven’t been able to find ANY x reader fics of Skull on any site. Maybe this just says something about me lmao. But in case there’s any other ghost lovers out there, this one’s for us 🫡 I got some inspiration from Elemental :)

The very idea of it screamed forbidden.

Skull knew you could never love him. You were a mortal, and he was a ghost. No one has ever heard of such a thing, and if they did, they’d probably be crowding at the door with pitchforks the next day. He had little hope that you would be into to the idea of such a relationship either.

And frankly? He wasn’t quite sure why he liked you himself. He typically hated people like you. The sweet and loving type; the type of person that would go out of their way to make others happy. He's never quite understood the concept of looking out for anyone other than yourself. To him, such kindness was a weakness that would surely get you killed at some point.

Maybe it was the fact that you were a Listener, like Lucy. A good one, too. The two of you were the only people who could communicate with him, so I suppose he’s bound to form at least some kind of bond with you at one point or another. But… no, it went beyond just that. If that were the case, he would’ve just fallen for Lucy. There was something… different about you.

He thinks it’s the way you treat him like no one else does. Shockingly, you seem to decently respect the guy. Everyone else throws insults in his face (although, to be fair, he starts it), never truly trusts him, looks down on him for being a ghost, and in the case of George, hardly cares about his wellbeing… but you were always nice to him. He would’ve found it annoying, he should’ve found it annoying, but he can’t. Skull loves the way to talk to him like an equal. Most nights, his jar will be safely tucked away on top of your nightstand, so he can talk with you long into the night. The two of you could talk about anything—your life, his life, any struggles you’re going through, the awesome movie you just watched. And, you’re shocked to find that the ghost actually has quite a bit of wisdom to him, considering his usual snark. He will put in an effort to comfort you with his words when it’s needed. It’s a side to him only you know.

You had grown deeply attached to one another in the couple of years that you knew each other. Even if you liked to admit it much more than he did. Although, he didn’t really need to admit it… you knew that old ghost cared about you. Lucy did, too. She heard the way Skull’s voice grew warmer whenever he spoke to you. She noticed how he rarely ever said anything remotely cruel or snarky to you. She saw his face soften up whenever he watched you walk by, those green eyes of his staring with a sad and deep longing for you. Lucy could tell that the little ghost was pining for you, and boy, did she tease him BAD for it.

But… he never got to tell you.

He was going to. At some point, anyways. But unfortunately the explosion at Fittes got to him first.

Of course, you were the one who grieved the most after this. There had been no response from him for nearly two weeks. Every day you clutched the burnt skull close to your chest, hoping to feel anything, anything at all… it broke your heart to even look at it. The bone had turned brown and black from char, and it had a large crack running up the right eye socket all the way down the back of the head. The other socket had melted in a way that created a sad and droopy appearance.

Skull thought he would be ready to move on after this. He really did. But every time he felt his soul slipping away, he stopped himself. It wasn’t that he feared death anymore, no—if that were the case, he wouldn’t have sacrificed himself to save the rest of you in the first place. This time, he felt he had some unfinished business.

It took him so long, much longer than he would’ve liked, but eventually he gathered the energy to connect back with his injured Source and return to the mortal world. Of course, he was right by your bedside, as usual. It warmed him to see how you’ve been taking such meticulous care of his skull ever since the incident. And then, when his eyes fell on you, the heartache started up all over again. The confusing mixture of love, passion, and pain.

“Y/n?” Skull whispered, struggling to fight back a mess of emotions swirling up inside of him. He wanted so badly to reach out and wrap you in his embrace. The ghost was so caught up in his emotions that he didn’t even realize he was free until now; the jar was gone, which means he was no longer bound.

You were in a similar state of shock upon seeing him, and stood up from your bed with tears forming in your eyes.

“Skull…?”

In front of you was something you never thought you’d see: a young ghost, similar in age to you, gazing at you with the most caring eyes you’ve ever seen. His skin was a lime green that glowed slightly in the darkness of the room. He wore a white dress shirt that tucked into his dark gray pants, which were held up with matching suspenders. His hair was a slightly darker shade of green than the rest of him, and although it was messy, it looked absolutely adorable on him. You have to admit, he’s one handsome ghost.

The more you looked at him and let the situation sink in, you realized that the urge to hug him was just as strong for you, too. But unlike him, you didn’t hold back. You stepped towards him with your arms spread out, more than willing to take the leap and finally hold the ghost you grew to love.

Skull, however, took a step back.

“No, Y/n… we can’t,” he said with a deep frown, looking down at his feet. “I could hurt you. The Ghost Touch…”

A frown spread across your features, too. You knew that he was right. Ghost Touch was still a possibility and could kill you if you made contact with him.

“Can’t we at least try, though?” You ask, a more hopeful look replacing your sad expression. “You never know. Maybe things are different for us.”

“How can things be different, Y/n?” He says, sounding a little strained. “You’re the only one with any sort of common sense around this bunch, you should use it. My ectoplasm is like poison. If you touch it, you die. There’s no other way of putting it.”

“But there could be! Just look at Marissa and Ezekiel. They touched each other loads of times!”

Skull thinks about that for a little while, and then smirks. “I suppose you’re right about that. There was certainly a little something going on between those two idiots,” he chuckles to himself. Then, his tone goes back to being more serious. “But, still. Their circumstances were complicated. I think it’s better if we just play it safe. I’m sorry.”

You look visibly disappointed, and Skull does too. He ponders his words for a moment and speaks up again.

“Believe me, Y/n… I want this just as much as you do. Maybe even more.”

He then sighs deeply, and this catches your attention.

“Look… there’s a reason I returned here. Personally, I could gladly go without ever seeing some of these ‘eccentric’ people again,” he scoffs, clearly thinking about a certain egotistical leader and bespectacled boy. “Lucy… it’s safe to say I’ve formed an attachment to her, as much as she begrudges me. Although, I suppose I don’t charm her all too much, either. But you, Y/n… I hate to say it, but you genuinely mean something to me.”

Skull has to pause for a little moment again. It seems that this is all very hard for the green ghost to admit. He’s not used to being vulnerable like this, and feels like somewhat of a hypocrite for being sensitive when he so often gives others a hard time for behaving the same way.

“I love you, Y/n.”

He sniffles. The ghost has begun to cry.

“I never knew how to say it until it was too late. But I love you. So much more than you could ever know, more than I ever knew I could. I could hardly believe myself once I realized I was starting to feel this way. I wanted so badly to deny it, to push it down… usually I would just find people like you to be a pathetic twit, never anyone I would fall in love with.”

Skull chuckles in a bittersweet way. “Who knew. Looks like this crude old ghost still has a heart in him after all.”

It takes a moment for you to process all of these words. You never knew he felt this way about you. You just thought all of those little “hints” were just him messing around as he always does. There’s a slight moment of silence that fills the air as you think through what he says.

Skull cuts it off. “So, believe me, Y/n. There’s nothing I want more than to hold you, to kiss you. But I’m sorry, my love. I cannot risk losing you. I would never be able to live with that guilt.”

Another moment of silence, this time slightly more solemn.

“Isn’t that exactly why we should try it?” You ask in a soft voice, a little smile forming on your lips. “If anyone’s worth risking it all for… it’s you, Skully. I love you too.”

A sob wracks its way out of Skull’s throat the moment those words hit his ears. A green hand quickly covers his mouth as the tears stream down his face, muffling his further cries. He's not used to acting this way at all but there’s just something about you that allows him to feel vulnerable and break down his walls. Teary eyes meet with yours, and you can sense deep emotion within them.

When you step closer to him, he doesn’t fight it this time. He just stands there and cries, still covering his mouth, and never taking his eyes off yours.

Then, you reach out… and gently wipe a tear away.

More silence.

Your hand lingers there for a moment. A thumb caresses his cheek. Nothing happens.

You and Skull glance at each other with the same shocked expression, still in complete silence, before your hand moves again. You lovingly cup his face. Then pet his hair. Then grab his shoulders.

Nothing.

The silence is broken when Skull’s sobbing resumes. His hands shake intensely as he reaches up to grab your wrists. This ghost boy has been touch starved beyond belief and he hasn’t even realized it until now when he finally feels your gentle touch. Suddenly you find him scooping you up in the tightest of hugs, his hands wandering every part of your body they can touch, memorizing every curve, every feature… all while he weeps. You retaliate the affection by giving him those soft touches he has already fallen in love with and kissing his forehead and cheeks.

“Y/n, my darling…” He whispers, pulling you into another strong embrace once again. “Oh, dearest…”

He simply melts right into you once you hug him back. Years of pining, tension, and heartache melt right off of him. All he feels now is peace, love, and pure joy. The things he thought he could only dream of having.

It’s up to you to take the initiative and kiss him, since he seems far too preoccupied in just the feeling of your hugs. Soft ectoplasmic lips meet yours and the two of you fit together like it was always meant to be. Poor Skull still cannot believe the luck he has.

But rest assured, he now knows that he has you. And he will never, ever let you go.

#lockwood and co #skull #the skull #skull in a jar #lockwood & co #reader insert #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim #comfort character #ghost #x reader #my writing #fluff #Skull x reader #The skull x reader #lockwood and co x reader

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feralmoonlight · 2 years

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HEY HI IT’S ME

A Creature. An Absolute Gremlin. Approach with caution.

A more current list of my au projects(a work in progress) and my art without 30k ish reblogs sprinkled between them can be found at @feralssinbin

Welcome to my little hole on this glorious hell site. My ask box is always open for questions, pokes, suggestions/requests, or a fun little AU ask game where you throw me a bone(idea?Scenario?quote?Something?) and I unleash a wave of rambling at you in return as my brain runs wild with ideas :D Rude asks will be laughed at and consumed like the most delectable treats >:3

I am... Honestly super proud to have ended up as part of the DCA Fandom (and now FNaF by extention??? I avoided it like the plague for so long and now here I am lmao). The people here are so warm and welcoming and absolutely full of the kind of crack that makes me grin and I love you all! My ‘day job’ is pretty much doing furry art commissions and helping take care of my grandmother, but my free time and fun time is spent here, simping in the daycare and showering people with the little fragments of my soul that still exist in the form of scribbled art and drabbles of writing <3

As a heads up, I live in the Sin Bin, and while I will try to tag anything overly suggestive/nsfw leaning, I am also a complete space cadet and my judgement on that kind of stuff is horribly skewed on what’s safe and what’s naughty(see day job. my sense of shame is like wet tissue paper lmao)

Art Stuff~ #Feral Scribbles (I DONT KNOW WHY THE LINK KEEPS BREAKING i keep copypasting it from the address bar but it’s being dumb)

My AO3~ and also my writing tag #Feral Writes for various bits and pieces that don’t make it to AO3

Unorganized Tagging and current projects list Under the Cut

BELOW IS SORTA OUTDATED. MOST RECENT AU HEADCOUNT IS HERE.

Various AU tags will appear somewhere once they exist

Pirate AU that needs a name eventually~ New name is too long for a decent tag sooo yea (also name may change) - You and Me and the Devil Makes Three

Forgotten But Not Gone the abandoned daycare AU thing

VampireWerewolf AU Uh... yeah what it sounds like hehehehe

AU Hoard various AU things that just... exist? or the start of AU ideas that get tags later

And some more shit I need to organize and merge with above~ BUT these are some(most) of the things I’m working on for writing currently!

Forgotten But Not Gone - 10 year old abandoned daycare with one very lonely and unhinged isolated animatronic Fazbear Ent didn’t bother to pick up.

You, and Me, and the Devil Makes Three - PIRATE AU where reader is a dock hand that accidentally gets loaded as cargo on a pirate ship and now they’re a stow away. The captain’s aren’t thrilled

First Night Jitters - Boy, isn’t it a great idea to schedule the new hire’s first shift at closing time. When the lights go out. And the repurposed security detail is bored?

Dangerous Haven - Its hurricane season and your dumb ass was out in the storm(supposedly for good reason) gets hurt, and seeks safety by breaking into the pizzaplex when the powers gone out. Thank goodness the animatronics have an emergency override protocol in times like these, right?

Sometimes It’s Worth The Risk - You like robots. No. You REALLY like robots. And you just got an acceptance email you get to start working at the most technologically advanced pizza joint in the country. Jackpot. Time to woo the lanky boys, if only they understood why you were being ‘so weird’. (Surprise, they do)

Bite You Once, Bite You Twice - Vampire/Werewolf AU. SO. Sunny is a vampire, right? Well, he’s also a werewolf, because sure why not, and that side of him manifests as Moon (same entity, very different personality shift), and YOU are the new neighbor that doesn’t want to be here, but taking a job from him to help keep his yard tidy is at least something until you get a real job. What’s that? Lemonade? Sure I’ll step into your parlor mysterious friendly stranger. Wait why am I sleepy…

Once Upon Some BULLSHIT( >:C Language!) - A Choose Your Own Adventure style starting point that’s been backburnered for above projects that will basically be ‘commenters choice’ on what to do next, cause these are always fun to do between things, but this might also get scrapped BECAUSE I keep getting bigger ideas and this is a very side project thing.

Hands On Experience - Self indulgent drivel from me of the newbie finding out that the boys are just very touchy. No real plot, just some hands on time with the guys at various points of your employment. Some sweet, some awkward, some steamy, some uncomfortable. Look. I’ve figured out what this fandom is about with them and… Let me have this XD

The Doordash AU (title pending) - STAY AT HOME RECLUSE ARTIST ORDERS FOOD AND IT’S DELIVERED BY A FRIENDLY SUN ANIMATRONIC. Friendship. Angst. Romance? Bromance? I promise there is plot here, I rambled about it, the crack turned into a serious thing, why does this keep happening.

Strings, and Stripes, and Stars - AYO Red string of fate is playing mind games and you are more than confused about this pull that keeps yanking you around to a place of your nightmares. You have always hated big bulky costumes, mascots, those weird uncanny animatronics you see at themeparks and shitty kids restaurants. They make you uncomfortable on a level that borders into phobia territory. SO WHY do you keep ending up losing your mind and walking through the doors of THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE example of EVERYTHING you hate? Oh sweet fuck why are they so tall…

Let The Current Flow Under the Horizon(renamed, might get renamed again)- Self indulgent Mermaid AU that has fleeting bits and pieces of ideas and no real plot yet so check back on this one in like, a bit…The only thing I know for sure is I think I am going to make this one uh, naughty cause there’s so few decent nsfw mermaid fics out there. Team Monster Fucker, where you at? Tastefully, of course!

Face Value - Human disguise AU maybe? Maybe?? >w>; Not sure if developed enough to write yet but… There are many ideas that need to be sorted.

#it me #Feral Writes #Feral Scribbles #Feral Rambles #Feral Shut Up #FeralMoonlight

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famousinmyfandom · 1 month

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A reader asked me for some of my thoughts on Slim, so I’m copying my response and sharing it here because there’s so little Laramie content on this site:

Sarcasmcat wrote in one of their fics that Slim was a very lonely child, and at first I didn’t see it, but the more I look at him, the more I do. The ranch is two hours out of town with constant chores. Slim doesn’t talk about friends or have many old friends show up, just friends of his father, while Jess meets an old buddy every other episode.

And Slim chased Jess down. He fought for Jess to stay. Because they clicked! Even though Jess did trespass, sass him, and sort of almost kidnap his brother lmao he knew he’d found something he’d never had before and he jumped.

And I also feel like he never really was looked after. I know his parents died so he wound up raising Andy, but he feels parentified beyond that, which makes sense. They have a lot of work to do, and child couldn’t do a lot of it, so of course he was in charge of Andy a lot.

I think Jess defending him was another thing that struck him. He’s hasn’t had anyone look out for him in ages!

This is only slightly related, but while I think Jess is bi, Slim is gay. Every woman he’s had on the show kind of sucks tbh. And I think maybe that’s why he goes for them; because they are unattainable, because any relationship is doomed to fail due to their differences. It’s a common thing among closeted gays to do that; I’m not single by choice! Women just don’t like me!

And I think that distanced him from people, too. He knew he was different. He could hide behind work, say he’s too busy, but he’s getting older, and people are starting to wonder about him.

But Jess! Jess trusts him so much! Jess is insanely devoted to him! Even Andy was ready to run away from Slim but Jess has given everything several times over to get back to his side!

Heck, Slim was also isolated because of the rumors about his father, but Jess doesn’t care. Jess has baggage too. I think Slim has a lot of self doubt and anger at the world, but Jess reminds him that he’s a good man who deserves good things. Jess trusts him, over and over and over, so he must be worth it. Slim knows he must have value for Jess to look at him like that.

#slim sherman #jess harper/slim sherman #slimjess #laramie #laramie tv

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golbrocklovely · 3 months

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you know, I thought i might of been annoying with the amount of asks i send you, and that still might be true but people apparently love me… so im sticking around 😂 gotta build this aussie anon fandom… buy the merch (its just a tshirt with koala ears on the anon icon and ‘xplr me daddy’ across the shoulder blades)

also absolute fkn ditto to your post abt snc needing a villain era. especially colby. I learnt just the other day that apparently he goes thru this m drama every time he’s snapped with a girl. like every time, for years. that’s gotta be so horrible. like imagine being the constant reason your friends or dates get harassed online just for being around you. you’d feel like poison. i truly hope he finds someone who couldnt give two flying quacks abt that stuff. heck, if it were me (lemme dream, alright) and i knew this wasn’t just a once off thing… i was going to say my acct would be private and i’d have ‘message from strangers’ turned off… but i already have all that… Colby, I’m ready!!! lmao i jk i jk (or do I 👀)

anyway, back to colby fighting in the clubs. you said he’s possessive… im curious about that. like in a protective way over the people he cares about, or actually like “this is my person, back off” type? either way, hella shmexxyy

- aussie anon

omg this is such a long response so i'm sorry in advance lol

haha no you're totally okay to keep sending in asks. no one has a problem with it, especially me :)

and omg an "xplr me daddy" shirt would be hysterical and i'm surprised they haven't done one (even jokingly) before lol

and yes, it's not just girls colby is interested in either. it's EVERY girl - date, friend, stranger - it doesn't matter. if fans can find out who she is, they will send her hate. or at the very least bombard her with questions as to how she knows colby, what's he like, ect. it's honestly very embarrassing to be in this fandom sometimes strictly bc of that type of shit.

i've talked about how i've felt on colby's love life ad nauseum on here, but i don't mind speaking on it more. i genuinely believe this fandom needs a HUGE reality check. bc there are too many ppl in this fandom that believe they have a say in what he does with said love life. and now it's bled over into sam's.

the golden child apparently can do wrong now lol

like on xplrclub, they literally APOLOGIZED (half-heartedly, but still said sorry) for the pics of them with the girls leaking over new years. and that's just fucking bonkers to me. there is no reason two 27 year old men should be saying sorry to a bunch of random girls they have never met before and don't even know exist bc they are going out and having fun and dating. and what makes it worse is snc felt the need to do this. they don't need to explain anything to us, especially about their private lives.

and the amount of fucking fans i saw saying "well if you wanted to have a private life, keep it private. don't post things." and it's like…… idk how many times i have to say this, but SNC ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. them not telling you about a girl they are fucking with is not a betrayal. they don't know you. they couldn't even pick you out of a line up of two ppl. stop thinking your opinion is neccessary, especially when it comes to their personal lives. you aren't owed an explanation. idc if you've been in this fandom for years, given them tons of money, have a fan account dedicated to them on every site, repost their content all the time - NONE of that matters. you are a random person, you are a statistic. a view count. and while yes, snc care about us, that doesn't mean they KNOW you or that your opinion is VALID.

you wouldn't like a random person coming onto your account and bitching at you about your life choices, right? so why do you think snc deserve that? bc they're public figures? NOPE, not a good enough reason. you want to bitch at them about content and the choices they make on that? that's fine. but private, personal shit they do is none of your concern or business.

and i know there are plenty of fucking ppl that will call me a hypocrite bc god forbid i talk about snc's love lives - but reality is i know my opinion isn't worth shit. i'm not coming up into their comments, @ ing them every chance i get, just to give them my two cents. i do my best to keep it light hearted and silly. none of what i talk about is serious or direly needed info. which is also why i do it on a site they aren't privy to. they're not on here. me complaining into the void doesn't effect them. and i'm also extremely aware of the fact that i don't know everything. i don't know the full story, never will, and i'm not OWED it either.

sorry, that was a really long rant. but i'm just…. so done with the fandom rn lol i've been reading ppl complaining for too long about shit they don't deserve to complain about and it's just annoying at this point.

but to bring it back to your ask - i hope colby, and sam too, find a girl that fucking PARADES that she's dating him. of course, with colby or sam's consent. if i was dating one of them, i would rub in these fans' faces, and i mean that wholeheartedly. aww, you're upset i'm fucking your man? TOO BAD WOMP WOMP lmao

and as for colby being possessive, he's said it in some tweets in years' past. he's tweeted out before "Im such a protective, jealous person wow" and "I'm overly protective" followed by someone asking him "so that means if you had a girlfriend you'd protect her a lot" and he replied with "protect her with my life". so, i see him as being a very loyal person, who is protective of the ppl he deems as "his", so to speak.

in a relationship, my guess is that while he's not obsessive or demanding, he is very much like "you are my girlfriend". i don't see him to be the type to say you can't talk to this guy or be friends with these ppl, nothing like that. but he reads to me like the type to keep his arm around you while at the club, that way any guy that sees you know you're taken by him.

also side note, i know as a woman i should be like i'm my own person, i'm no one's but my own, blah blah blah. but a guy that's just a twinge bit possessive is hot. i'm sorry, it's my red flag and i know it is sksksks

#ask #personal #colby brock #sg ll #cb ll

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I’m still piecing together everything and taking it in, the story is just too captivating to me

Small details I understand/interpret/just rly liked seeing under the cut (spoilers)

Someone said the flashback takes place 6 years prior to now, I forgot whether or not it was stated early in the episode but it kinda checks out.

Orla and friede are childhood friends from kanto, she moved to hoenn, and they met again in paldea on ludlow’s fishing boat.

If anyone can PLEASE explain to me the puns(???) mollie and Murdock give before friede slides to the ground, do it, what I understood was “mimirol on a wall”, “metang playing shogi”, and runpappa caring abt SOMETHING

Ludlow is consistently called jii-chan by friede through the episode, whether this means they’re close and have a grandpa-grandson-like bond or if they’re actually related is unclear to me, I just like their back-and-forth while waiting for something to bite, reminds me a little of fishing with my dad.

After lucca calls friede(on a regular ass phone that is NOT a rotom), they meet up in medali’s treasure eatery(a small Larry cameo ensues), but I’m pretty sure friede and ludlow are fishing at the port on paldeas west coast.

The first thing said when the two meet in person is “it’s been a long time!” It seems a lot has changed since lucca was friedes teacher, she is very formal and calls him “friede-hakase” or “professor friede” at every given opportunity. He doesn’t react to this the same way he does in present day, it seems he took his title seriously until meeting pikachu.

Friede focuses in on Luccas wedding ring, relaxes a bit, you really get the vibe that two old friends just spent ages separated and are only now given the chance to catch up over drinks. He must not have seen her in person since she’s gotten married, or since liko was born, but he feels comfortable enough with his former teacher to meet her at the asscrack of dawn to go see that weird pikachu.

Idk how much time passed and for how long friede was watching pikachu, but it looks like he got tired of only watching, now wanting the action that should’ve come with the title of “pokemon professor,” and charizard seems to have wanted this as well. Charizard was mostly sleeping and flying low in the episode, but they jump at the opportunity to take to the sky for the first time in a while.

After catching pikachu, we saw ludlow raise his eyebrows for the second time in the episode(the first was to show amusement at friedes embarrassment in present day), looking proud of friede for doing something exciting. They head over to a construction site orla is working on and we get to see his outrageous request to her, as was alluded to previously.

She asked him if he was stupid LMAO

I like the short, sped-up montage of orla and metang working on the brave asagi but it does NOT make me feel any better abt how labor-intensive her tasks on the ship are now. Like she was building this shit ALONE day in and out and didn’t get paid by the childhood friend that asked for it in the first place. VILE….

Nevertheless, this was the start of the rising volt tacklers, which we now know is named very obviously for captain’s ability to rise into the air using a volt-tackle vortex. I couldn’t for the life of me understand what liko, Roy, and dot talked about at the end because of the music playing over it, but I appreciate orla still chatting and being silly with mollie and murdock off to the side.

The episode is beautiful, I’d watch it 100x over before subs come out, I side with the writer for this one and hope everyone watches it regardless of if they’ve been keeping up. Beyond excited to see someone who actually knows what they’re talking abt to translate this because I’m watching it with my best friend :).

#spoilers #pokemon horizons #anipoke #LONG post but I have a lot to say okay #11/10 episode

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 56

Hello everyone, Smite here!

We are now at a time where a lot of my first fics turn 1 year old. Yay! I think this is a perfect time for an ad, an ad about my new, official AO3 account. Because of Tumblr’s new policy (ew) and for other reasons, I have decided to gradually move my works to AO3 as well.

THIS DOES NOT MEAN that I’ll move away from Tumblr. This will continue to be my main site for the forseable future, so you don’t have to move lmao. My fics will first be posted here and someday to AO3.

Update: Will there be a fic this week? Maybe, probably, but tbh, no clue.

Enough talk about me. After all, this post is dedicated to these amazing writers and wonderful people that are on here WELL DESERVED! Give love to these cuties:

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@withcreamandsugar: Stray ft. Seola

The Isa fic (with the VERY accurate name Feral) was already insane, and this checks the box of heart warming and... other-places warming. I really enjoyed this, easily my favorite Seola character and fuck... I’m craving meat rn lmao

Also: Jazz pog

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@erospandemos: Her little kisses ft. Jiheon (fluff)

This is adorable. For all fluff and Jiheon enjoyers, this is the way. I can feel myself getting warmer reading this siiigh

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@falsesubmission: Kinktober: Spanking ft. Ahn Yujin

M A D L A D! Attempting Kinktober, having a full outline and then choosing an excellent kink for our Puppy? Yep, you’re on the map now! I’m excited to see how it’ll go.

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@capslocked: Vanity ft. Chaewon

I heard someone say that this is perfect in every way. What can I say...

Y E S

Damn it, the tease alone is Oscar Worthy, the actual fucking will blow your mind and ahhhhhhh, I can’t get rid of Chaewon, she is just too hot.

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@writerpeach: Classroom Copulation ft. Arin

The man. The myth. The legend. The thing’s Arins ass does to you hehe, we need more MORE M O R E. This is just so good!

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@co-reborn: No Words ft. Tzuyu

I wanted to do some Tzuyu research and what better writer to look for than our adorable C.O. Keep it up, buddy, and you, dear reader, keep your heads up: Something is cumming coming ;)

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What makes my eyes go wide is this:

10,7 followers per day over the last month!

W.O.W, you’ll are amazing!

See you later, byeeee :)

#mondayofappreciation #wjsn smut #kpop smut #female idol smut #female idol fluff #kpop fluff #seola smut #jiheon fluff #fromis fluff #le sserafim smut #chaewon smut #izone smut #yujin smut #ahn yujin #ive smut #twice smut #tzuyu smut #arin smut #oh my girl smut

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 5 months

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Going all out on this because Dot did an amazing job with these questions:

🧩, 🦴, 🥝, ❄️ & 🦷 for the ask game, please <3!

KEZ YOU OUT HERE SPOILING MEEE 🥰🥰💖💖

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

9 times out of 10 it’s either first person POV, a character waking up for the day age describing themselves as they look in a mirror, or WALLS of text. Formatting and first paragraph will always destroy my perception of a fic, and it doesn’t matter how good it is even two sentences after that.

Another more esoteric thing is any kind of dad’s best friend or stepfather or barely legal/he’s too old for me trope. I think those are literally the most vile fucking shit, and I just block on site. And I’m all for taboos, and people writing what they want, but I’ve never seen that shit written well nor on a blog that isn’t sparkly and pink and giving off major DDlg vibes. Fucking stomach turning.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

Answered this guy here! But I’ll add a few others that aren’t pieces of media dfhj. The words: abattoir, incandescent, butcher, slaughter, dappled. Different deep jewel shades of blue and green. Animal eyes. Bones in odd places. Videos of interesting women cooking. Dreams about: mothers, children, fire, the apocalypse, all my lost true loves, every corner of the town I visit that I should mark on map.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what’s the most recent lie you told?

I lie quite a bit, but it used to be that almost every word out of my mouth was an exaggerated abs pointless lie dfhjd. Yay growing up in dysfunctional household! These days I’m much more conscientious and purposeful about being honest, and I’m always trying to improve, just going with white lies about stuff at work to make my life easier (“I need to use the restroom” means I’m going for a smoke), or at home to keep things smoother (“They were out of X creamer” means I forgot).

Most recent lie was this evening when I told my sister I had left the store and I couldn’t get her a certain brand of energy drink, but I was in the checkout line and didn’t want to go back through lmao.

❄️ ⇢ what’s your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

HO BOY SO MANY DFHJ. These are more vibes than anything solid sfhj. In alphabetical order:

@alittleposhtoad grieving in a cold place, love that has kindling in friendship, oranges peeled by one set of hands for another, tea in an old electric kettle on a black night, you can always come home here and home is what you call my head on your chest.

@dotcie two weirdos walk into a dive bar, and their mutually assured obsession exhibits as mutually assured destruction, sweating under a street lamp in a town where tourists don’t go at 3am with a man you swore you’d never see again, bedsheets they smell like sweat and home under an open window.

@kastlequill cannibalism as a type of taboo and closed religion, rage wielded elegant and precise like a blade, thought put into evils until they’re extrapolated into facets of humanity, the dichotomy of suffering as holiness and pointlessness, dangerous men they have either accepted or full on love the blood in their mouths, cities at sunset with the lights glittering on.

@parttimeprophet hey babe hehe. Animal hated paid back in animal brutality, cold women with colder determination, hell and religion and the death of god and the apocalypse, lipstick that glimmers like rubies, men that love the collars around their necks.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

More wisdom: take breathers as much as you can in any area of life - steal then when you can at work, in hobbies, in talking, in cleaning - whether it’s 5 mins or 5 months, you need to rest, shit will be waiting for you when you get back. Don’t write down anything you don’t want read. Horses and boats are fun hobbies, but you can have the same financial experience by throwing wads of cash in a bonfire.

More life hacks: if you want to buy a used car, go for a Honda, bc you can beat the dog shit out of them for 30 years and they’ll still run like a clock. To save money, don’t get addicted to coke. The secret to the best homemade fried chicken you’ve ever had in your life is a pinch of cinnamon in your seasoned flour, and to make it crispy add a tablespoon of baking soda. Cream of tartar will make it meringue not break, but if you use too much it will taste hella metallic. 2 drops of dandelion tincture in a shot glass worth of water helps with liver and gallbladder inflammation - that’s Appalachian not crystal woowoo medicine. Don’t whistle outside at night.

#holler holler get $#DGHJJF BLESS U KEZ THANK ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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I’m kinda new to the fandom, what’s the tea on the girl that wrote a diary about her relationship with Justin in hs? She apparently wanted to expose him for being a fake nice guy but eventually chickened out? Does anyone here know her @ or if any of that stuff is true at all? I also saw something about a verified acc of Justin that appeared to be on a dating site then he deleted it after he matched with a girl on there. That doesn’t sound like something Justin would do, but then again, what do I know? I’m just sipping tea ☕️

Welcome! Sorry for not answering this ask sooner - I've been traveling for work the last week and wasn't able to draft a complete response.

Firstly about the gf exposé rumours - those are unsubstantiated. His high school gf hasn't said anything publicly to insinuate that she was ever going to "expose" Justin.

IIRC the story was first published on some really dodgy gossip website (can't remember which one unfortunately) where it moved to twitter and then was submitted to DeuxMoi. DeuxMoi pretty much shot down the rumours as being bullshit and even said that she thought it was some weird smear campaign against Justin. It was uncovered on twitter that some Raiders fans were peddling the rumour so, again, nothing from the gf.

I personally believe the rumour was unfortunately started by people here on tumblr - primarily due to an old WordPress blog that the gf wrote as a teenager. People made a big fuss about the blog but honestly, having read it for myself, it's a whole lot of nothing - at least in regard to anything negative about Justin.

She says some stuff about how Justin didn't understand or love her right but this is all from her perspective. The blog delves into some seriously personal stuff about her family life so her complaints about Justin questioning where she's going at night and who with (from her words) isn't necessarily controlling behaviour; it could've been genuine concern for her.

I think people just focused too heavily on that one line and forgot how this is essentially a very dramatically written teen diary and only from her point of view. Other blog entries also kind of indicate that she was still relatively hung up on him after the breakup (despite having a new bf very soon after) and Justin is still friends with some of her friends so there doesn't seem to be bad blood between them.

She does have social media but has gone private on them, most likely to maintain her privacy after these rumours surfaced. She's not said anything in the years since these rumours first appeared and I doubt she will (bc they're probably bullshit) .

As for the dating app profile, I believe that to be crap also - not that the person matched with Justin Herbert, just that it was the Justin Herbert.

Apparently Justin does date via social media but not on your average dating apps like tinder or bumble as I've been told. I can't be 100% sure but I believe this situation was just someone making a fake profile using Justin's name which was subsequently deleted.

The fact that the profile was linked to his official IG (not that the profile was a verified acc) would also explain the quick deletion - makes it easier to locate and report the profile as a fake. There's a plethora of fake Justin profiles on Facebook, Twitter, and on dating apps but they aren't him - some get deleted and many don't.

Again, I'm in no way able to answer these questions definitively - I definitely could be wrong - but there are other explanations for these rumours/stories which make it difficult to know the truth unfortunately.

This ask is super long lmao so I'm sorry about that. I just hope I was able to fully explain the situation surrounding these rumours and the reasons for my sceptical stance on them.

#elle asks

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reitziluz · 2 months

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Questions About Creating Your OCs, going with 1, 3, 14 and 19 for Kimon!

:D oooh thank you this was so fun! and also got so damn long lmao

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

this is so HARD because kimon is actually a compound of two old rp characters of mine. my very first rp character, siegfried, was an aggressively ordinary and well-adjusted farm boy who is doing the journeyman portion of his apprenticeship to become a carpenter. kimon’s appearance is directly derived from him, and in a way he’s an older siegfried that went through darker shit. as in, they share a certain shounen protagonist vibe. kimon’s namesake is another, later rp character, who himself was a spiritual successor to siegfried! the idea of a field/combat healer who is desperately trying to get away from the circle of violence comes from this proto-kimon.

as you can see, i tend to come up with characters concept first. for kimon too, my first thought was "hey, it would be cool to really fuck around with the idea that a necromancer is just a very late healer. maybe have a healer character who accidentally turns himself undead/into a lich.” then immediately after, if not simultaneously, i smashed old characters together to create a base to add to, haha!

3. How did you choose their name?

so i did not want to reuse the name siegfried, because it’s long and would be shortened to either sieg or fried and i don’t like either of them, and i’m pretty sure i chose it just because learning that nightmare from soulcalibur was actually siegfried was hilarious to me at the time. (i was around 15, it was like… 2007 or 2008?) kimon was the more recent oc that was a closer relative to current kimon, so i went with kimon for him too. i don’t… like the old kimon much, outside of the field healer aspect. it was kind of a rough spot in my rp career. i’m p sure the name came from a random generator, or from some baby name site? i just vibed with it. though… for a while i was worried people would think i just yoinked the final o from kimono. I think there were joking drawings of him in a kimono because of it? anyway. the name also fits the naming language i fucked around with for a while, so that’s why it stuck.

(and yeah it’s pronounced ki-mo-n, stress on the first syllable, because it stems from the time when i was writing exclusively in finnish. idk how else people might be inclined to pronounce it tho? let me know if you read it in a different way!)

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

he has literally died and reanimated himself to keep going. to keep protecting and healing those important to him. he will say it’s because he had no other choice due to the circumstances, and yet he keeps destroying himself instead of leaning on others.

under the cool and controlled exterior, this is a short guy who has had to get incredibly tough very young and has since been marathoning Challenges. there’s an Attitude to him. on the anime vs mmo healer spectrum. he’s wayyyyy in the ”get up, you die when i say so” corner. small dog energy, but not the impotent rage type, but the type where you’re scared for your life.

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

noooooo i can’t choose! uh, outside of stuff that’s also just some of my favorite story moments/concepts… i’m just really fond of the fact that when he’s using magic, the stronger it is, the more his eyes glow and the more they go from blue to white.

#igotasked #the Need to draw proper ref images of the crew keeps growing #i'm having entirely too much fun

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I was tagged by Jaaaade @eoieopda! and I am going to tag literally everyone, even if you don't write, if you see this, you have to participate!!!!!!!! because I say so!!!!!!

rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips

Iiiiii am not sure I actually HAVE 3 wips with actual writing in them??? 😬😬😬 there's a whole lot of notes lmao but I'll see what I can find

This is from a WIP based on a short Missed Connections style post by @jhopegrandma that I was planning to turn into a fic (with permission):

“Buster!” A final cry before he leapt into the pond, sending the poor birds flying with raucous cries of alarm. He swam confidently after them – he was a retriever after all, this was his job – and you stood on the edge of the pond, unable to get him back. You shook the bag of treats high above your head, still calling for him, offering him food, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard you, swimming further and further out. “You need to go in and get him!” a middle-aged man told you sternly, pointing after Buster. “I can’t swim,” you admitted weakly, face burning. “It’s just a pond, girl; it won’t be deep!” “Dogs aren’t allowed in the water,” another voice popped up, full of admonition. “This is a wildlife conservation site!” Yet another. “Dogs are supposed to be under control here!” “You’re going to have to get him somehow.” You were panicking. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do. You couldn’t go in after him: who knew how deep the water was, what was underneath the surface? You couldn’t swim and water terrified you; there was no way you were getting in there after him and if you weren’t going in, there was nothing else you could do. You just had to wait, mortified, paralysed with embarrassment, on the edge of the pond, for him to come back to you. You noticed movement a couple of meters away and before you could register what was happening, a hand grabbed the bag of treats from you and a man was wading into the pond, calling for your dog. At the unfamiliar voice, Buster turned around, and, miraculously (although you were also slightly annoyed by it) started to swim towards this strange man. He continued to wade out to meet your dog, the water rising up his chest, soaking his T-shirt, but not getting deep enough for him to have to swim. As soon as Buster was within arm’s reach, he shoved the bag of treats in the dog’s face and grabbed his collar. Dragging gently, he turned around and made his slow way back out of the pond. It wasn’t until you were right up next to him, fumbling with the lead clip on Buster’s collar that you realised. Your eyes flicked up and your stomach lurched, heart leaping into your mouth. It was him. His eyes widened in recognition, too, and he laughed.

THIS is from a fic I started writing in FEBRUARY that was due to be posted in JUNE for M's @here2bbtstrash birthday (🙈🙈🙈) and is still wildly unfinished:

“I loved it, baby. You know I love watching you dance.” A third kiss and it made you tremble. “I’m glad you liked it. I’m glad I moved. This company is... a better fit.” “I agree. You’re finally being treated like you deserve. And the other dancers, too, way better than the old company.” And there he was. In your head as he had been in front of your eyes earlier in the evening. Jung Hoseok. Powerful. Liquid. Focused. You squeezed your thighs together on instinct and Jimin cocked a brow at you. “Hey! I know that look. Which ‘other dancer’ in particular do you think is so good?” He narrowed his eyes at you and you squirmed, a deep blush creeping onto your cheeks, a petulant whine hidden in your mouth shut up tight. “Come on,” he goaded, poking you in the side. “Tell me! Tell me!” You stood, pouting, flicking glances at him and then looking away just as quickly. “Hoseok.” Jimin laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “Hoseok is a very good dancer.” “It’s not even that, though!” you exclaimed. “He’s just so... It’s.... His body and his... The way he... I just...” You just couldn’t finish any of those thoughts. You couldn’t be coherent about what you had seen, how it had made you feel. Your chest was heaving with excitement already; you had been made giddy and breathless by him. “Well now I’m starting to feel like I should be getting a little jealous.” Jimin fixed you with a cute performative pout and it was your turn to laugh. “No, I love you and I love watching you dance but the thing is I can watch you dance and I already know how you fuck, I already get to do that... but Hoseok... I’ve never fucked Hoseok.” “Well,” he mused, “speaking as someone who has fucked Hoseok, you’re not missing much.”

This is from a long-dead collab fic that will probably never see the light of day, so I probably shouldn't post lol but I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't think I had three WIPs with actual writing in them:

Once upon a time, there was a girl, who lived with her brother, mother, and father in a village, deep in a valley between two high hills. It was a little village and a peaceful valley and she passed her days playing with the cattle or the dogs or her brother when she had worn down his patience with nagging. They were removed from the existential troubles of the kingdom, untouched by changes in ruler or dynasty; their days moved to the rhythms of the nature, the cycle of the seasons. Until, one day, men came from over the sea. They travelled downstream, razing everything as they went. They came in big boats and and big boots and tore the village asunder. By the time the men moved on, there was little left but scorched earth. Scorched earth and a handful of bodies with a little life left in them yet. “We can’t take her with us,” one elder said, after a few days had passed and those who were going to die had died and only those who would survive were left. “Look at her.” “She’s one of us,” a young mother protested, weeping as she had been for days. “We can’t leave her.” “Look at her,” he insisted. “She hasn’t even woken up yet; we have to move on and we cannot carry her. And then what happens when we make it to the next village? They’ll take one look at her and send us packing!” “She’s burnt. She’s injured-” “We’re all injured! She’s disfigured; they will never accept us. They’ll think we’re hiding the pox.” “We don’t have the strength or resources to care for her, to carry her with us. She may not even make it through the night and we will have struggled for what? For nothing?” “For her! For her life. Life means something!” “Does it?! Look around you! It’s death! There is only death here!” The argument raged on until the sun was high in the sky. They would have to move on if they were to stand a chance of making it to another settlement before nightfall. They stood in a semi-circle, a tiny band of broken survivors, and looked down at the sleeping girl: her face livid and blistered, a deep, red fissure carved across her left eye. She was swollen and bruised, dark purple and black where she wasn’t fire-red and stripped-flesh pink. They left her behind.

ESTABLISHED FIC:

Obviously I'm going to post from Three's Company because, sorry to toot my horn, but that shit is SLEPT ON:

But that didn’t mean he got to have all the fun. You pressed against his side and he broke from Jimin to look down at you, gleeful and sparkly. So fucking cute. You’d intended to look at Jimin, to tease him, to play his trick back at him, but Jungkook scrunched his nose and you instantly forgot about anything else. You lifted yourself onto your tiptoes and gave him his second kiss. You were pressed between two warm bodies now; hot and getting hotter, with Jungkook’s tongue soft and wet against your own, Jimin’s trailing down the slope of your neck. You shivered as he grazed his lips over your skin. “Shit,” you whispered when Jungkook broke away. “Having fun, princess?” Jimin whispered back, his voice so close, so low. Jungkook slipped his hands beneath your top and you shivered at his touch, only able to offer a quiet hum as an answer. It was quiet and still as Jungkook relieved you of your T-shirt and you felt a little of the edginess return as you all slowly stripped yourselves. Your heart was hammering as you slipped your skirt down over your hips and you felt the little bridges between you sway precariously. You held Jimin’s wrist gently as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his hand away so you could do it for him, so you could push it off his shoulders and let it float to the floor. Jungkook, observant and such a fast learner, already kicking off his trousers, approached and then hesitated as he reached out for Jimin’s belt buckle. But it was better this way, even still quiet, even still a little unsure, you crossed the rope bridges between you and let the clothes fall where they may.

This is from The Comeback:

And there you were. Lying on your back, naked as the day you were born, floating on the surface of the lake. You had your eyes closed, luxuriating in the heat of the sun – it was still early, but the summer was a scorcher. The warmth of the surrounding land let little breezes flutter over you, breaking the glassy surface of the water into a hundred thousand diamonds. Your brilliance was almost blinding. Jimin stared, unable to take his eyes off you. He was stirred at the sight of your bare body: your nipples pert and hard from the cold water, the smooth expanse of your torso, the dark thatch of hair at the crux of your thighs. He was stirred but he was also moved by you, this vision of you. He hadn’t intended to stare. He didn’t know anyone else was up. He had just wanted to sit and drink his first coffee of the day, looking out onto the lake. For half a second when he first spotted you, he was going to turn back inside, preserve your modesty, but then that half-second passed and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You looked so at peace: a tiny, beatific smile on your face as your hair fanned out behind you, as you leisurely kicked first one leg and then the other. As much as he wanted you – and he wanted you badly – there wasn’t anything that could have compelled him at that moment to disturb your revery. He just wanted to watch you. Then you opened your eyes and turned your head just slightly, looking right at him. Your glance struck him like lightning and- “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jimin groaned as he came, more suddenly than he had expected, his fingers still thrumming on her clit, her cunt still clutching him tight. Blessed relief washed over him as he realised he’d got away with it; she needn’t suspect a thing.

And uh, sure, let's pick something from Thirteen Rounds which is what like, 13k of straight-up pwp??? lmaooo:

“If you even think about teasing me,” you gasp out. “I will fucking murder you.” He laughs and kisses your inner thigh. “You over-estimate my self-control, love. I’m at my fucking limit.” And with not another word said, he dives straight in, licking a broad stripe from core to clit and moaning lasciviously as he does. You’re already so sensitive, whining and whimpering as he sucks and slurps at you, his face buried so far into your crotch, you don’t know if he can breathe. Almost immediately, you’re cresting, arching off the sofa, thighs clamping together on Jungkook’s head as a streak of hot pleasure surges through you and fresh arousal gushes over his face. He brings his hands to your thighs and forces them apart without breaking contact with your cunt. He doesn’t stop, no matter how you squirm; you can’t catch your breath to tell him you’re over-stimulated, to beg him to stop, to give you a second’s break. A scream breaks in your throat as he pushes three fingers inside you and you’re seeing stars. He finally takes his mouth from you and breathes heavily against you, his breath sending sprinkles of goosebumps across your skin. He curls his fingers inside you and then tips your hips just slightly, suddenly hitting the perfect spot. You’re incoherent, animal, as you moan and whimper, stuttering to another orgasm under his ministrations. You don’t have to find a way to ask him to remove his fingers as the waves of your orgasm roll through you but just as you are about to breathe a sigh of relief, his mouth is back on you. He’s gentle this time, more patient. He kisses your lips, licks through your folds slowly, moaning, his brows knitting together because it’s been so long since he’s tasted you and there’s nothing he’d ever rather eat. He buries his tongue in your hole, bumping your clit with his nose; if it were anyone else, it might be accidental, but you know Jungkook knows your body perfectly and knows exactly what he's doing. You’re raw, over-wrought, dehydrated. Your vision swims and your voice gets stuck in your throat, able only to gasp and stutter, not even able to scream his name out loud as you scream it in your head. Your hands tremble, one pushing back the hair on your head, the other finding its way to Jungkook’s hair, tangling there as if you could even dream of giving him direction right now. His eyes flick to yours and they’re black, pupils dilated, lids fluttering quickly to a close again as he moans, vibrating lips sealing around your screamingly sensitive clit. Your hand pulls sharply at his hair, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. You feel like every atom in your body has been electrified, every touch, every movement – yours or his – sending sparks straight to your core, where they’re churned up into a tight ball. Like the death of a star, your body collapses in on itself, contracting and tightening as you are reduced to little more than a silent scream, and then explodes, a supernova of ecstasy exploding within you, scattering bits of you all over the room. When you open your eyes, you can see stars wherever you look, which isn’t far because you can’t find it within you to move a single muscle.

#these snippets are all so fucking long #i won't apologise tho lol #tag games

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